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“Hey, can you take a picture of us!?” a female voice behind me called out. I turned, surprised and tickled. So rare to be accosted by a woman – let alone two. I was enjoying two of my favorite things – photographing the trees’ fall colors, and a chicken salad sandwich, with extra mayo.
“Why sure. It’s so beautiful here,” I said. I strolled toward them and gestured at the stunning maple trees in their autumn colors. The lowering sun accentuated the reds, greens and yellows.
I walked up to two young woman in the bloom of their youth, college age. One had dirty blond hair, slightly tousled, a carefully composed look of sweet, slight disarray. She wore khaki pants and a white stretchy blouse, which clung like a bathing suit to her toned arms and round, high breasts, like beautiful, smallish cantaloupes. I could faintly make out the lacy pattern of her brassiere and wondered if she was chilled in the cool air in such a sheer top. She had big, flashing eyes, a full mouth, and a fun nose with a little bump in it.
The other woman was a little shorter, and had on a light jacket, unzipped to her sternum to reveal a silky blouse of pinky red, which had a faintly iridescent fabric that emulated wetness. I could not help but think of her vagina, seeing that alluring, fish shaped opening. But what struck me was her eyes and mouth, which flashed with mischief, as if she was about to say something risqué, but didn’t.
They had a smartphone, and saw I had a fancy camera and was taking lots of shots of the trees. They wanted me to take some photos of them with their phone. They seemed happy and excited – and not the least bit hesitant, cautious, or bashful. What a treat.
I asked them to step back, actually into the shade, explaining that direct sunlight was not very flattering. They exchanged brief glances, (oh, okay) and did as I asked. I asked if I could do a low shot (from my perspective) to catch the blue sky, and they enthusiastically agreed.
“So your names are…?” I asked breezily, clicking away.
“Tommi,” said the one in the white top.
“I’m Kitty,” chimed the one with the mischievous eyes and the pinky blouse.
“Well, what nifty luck I’m having,” I smiled, “meeting two beautiful, lovely women here on this beautiful, luminous day!” They smiled wider, taking in the compliment.
“And the leaves aren’t half bad either!” I added as an afterthought. They laughed simultaneously, their girlish tones rising into the trees. Almost it seemed like their laughter was an exhalation after holding their breaths, like a gasp of relief. I liked the way their torsos swayed slightly as they laughed, and their knees bent a little. It reminded me of how marionettes can drop slightly, very charmingly, when their strings are loosened a bit, for a moment.
After a half dozen shots with their phone, I returned it to them, and asked if I could take some shots with my camera, and then I could make them look really beautiful in Photoshop, and then email them to them.
“Because honestly, you two ladies are really gorgeous, and you deserve good quality, high res photos. Kitty, your mouth is very beautiful, and Tommi, you,” I paused, “well, your mouth is also super pretty, and photogenic!”
It was true, but I chose to compliment their mouths because I read that research has shown that getting a woman to think positively about their mouths got them thinking about their pussies in a positive way. Which often leads, said the research, to wet panties.
Kitty smiled at me as she crossed one knee in front of the other one, locked, standing there, like a kid. Tommi smiled and looked down slightly, then grinned at me as if to say “Well, gosh…” It was so adorable I had to chuckle.
“Sure,” “Okay!” they chimed at the same time, and we all laughed at the coincidence.
I started shooting with my camera, circling slowly around them. First I asked them to stand, touching back-to-back, smiling at me. Then shoulder to shoulder, holding hands with their outer hands, best friends.
“Oh, that is really. Nice.” I said, “Good, terrific!”
“Now twist toward each other, like you’re sharing a little secret.”
“Okay,” said Tommi.
“Like this?” said Kitty, with a quick little breath.
“Perfect, really awesome. Or maybe sharing a big secret? Try that on!”
They giggled together. I could see their cheeks get a little red, maybe remembering something they did together that was adventurous, or risqué. As was my intention. It’s called content-free visualization. What fun to subtly get women to think dirty thoughts, and get all wet in their panties!
“This is wonderful. I’m surprised you aren’t models. You are going to love these photos. Kitty, can you pull your hair back a little? Lovely! Tommi, I like that, can you turn toward Kitty a little more? And get a little closer? Totally. Sweet.” I was taking lots of shots. I hoped my low battery wouldn’t die, at this rate. Click, click, click! It was becoming like a fast moving game of Simon Says.
I paused. They paused too, waiting for my next cue.
“Well,” I said, “Aren’t you ladies quite the adventurers! I appreciate that you seem to be the types to try something new and fun.” They giggled, and again there was a tiny pause. They were waiting for my next suggestion! They were gradually becoming acquiesant to me.
“Kids, I’m going to make y’all a star!” I said, affecting a funny accent, like a southern W.C. Fields. Giggles from both, and small knee bobbles.
“Okay, then, try this, this’ll be fun,” their faces lit up with anticipation.
“Just close your eyes – just for a moment – yeah – and imagine something you did that was really fun. Really pleasurable. Remember how it felt… What you heard… What you saw. Good. Yeah. Just something you really enjoyed a lot. Now take a deep breath. And…slowly open your eyes, hold that position, and look at me, holding that energy. Wonderful!” I said, slowing my voice, clicking away.
They looked happy, and just slightly dreamy, their pupils were slightly dilated, faces softened. They were gradually getting more more acquiescent, more subservient.
I decided to try a little experiment, a test drive.
“So Kitty, I want you to act like you’re playfully pulling a lock of Tommi’s hair, like teasing her. And Tommi, you look annoyed but happy. Yes! Very sweet. Suh-weet. Got it, excellent! Now both of you, just get a little closer. Good. Kitty, can you unzip that cool jacked a little more? Your blouse is so neat. Yes, that’s perfect. That’s a cute bra. Nordstroms?”
“Uh, no, Target,” She said, a little surprised, but flattered, to be talking about where she got her underthings with a very new, male friend.
“Do you get your panties there too?” I asked cheerfully.
“Uh, no,” She said, not sure how much to share, “I go to, um, Christina’s, on Canyon.” Nervous side glance to Tommi, who shrugged.
“Oh, yeah,” I said brightly, “Great place, good sales, nice cotton panels for breathability, right? They have some really pretty ones there, and you obviously have great taste in clothes so I bet yours are super cute!”
“They’re okay,” she said with a smile, but I could tell she was flattered. She thought about her new panties. They started to feel a little tight or something. She had a urge to fiddle with them.
“So here’s another fun photo game we can do. It’s really cool. I’ll say a short phrase, and then you close your eyes and repeat it, and then open your eyes and, holding that energy, look at me for the shot. Don’t worry, I won’t make you say anything silly or dumb. Game?”
I said “I’m really cute!” they closed their eyes and said it, then slowly opened them and I got some good shots.
“Say, ‘I love my hair today!’ ” They did. More clicks.
“I have a pretty face!” I said, imperceptibly slower. They said it slower too… Click, click.
“My mouth is cute. (Just say it softly.)”
“My mouth is cute,” they murmured softly, again, a little slower and quieter. So beautiful, almost in unison. They were now thinking about their young mouths – and other sweet, little holes, down between their legs.
“My hips and legs are looking real cute, today. (Now say it softer.)” They did, sort of talking to themselves now. Click.
“My waist is feeling and looking really nice and trim, today!” They just murmured the words now.
“I like the way my body feels right now.” I could see their mouths saying the words, but barely heard them. Good. They were self suggesting. I paused, letting it all marinate. I wondered when was the last time they had masturbated.
“I feel cute and sexy right now.” They weren’t giggling now. Their words we’re coming out slightly breathily. Their breathing was a bit faster, and deeper now, as if they were on a brisk walk.
“Some parts of me are feeling pretty cute and sexy!” Click, click. Their eyes were dilated. I could see the bumps of their hardening nipples pushing through their little bras, through their blouses.
“I like the way my parts feel beautiful and sexy.”
“I like the way…my parts…feel beautiful…and sexy,” they softly intoned, and opened their eyes softly. They looked at me as if to say, “Was that good? Their lips were parted, their jaws soft.
“So Kitty, Tommi, that was terrific. I’m not just saying that. I got some really world class shots. I can’t wait to share them with you. Now, hug, and open up slightly to me – so just half of your torsos are really touching. Let your breasts touch a little. Perfect. Now slowly close your eyes, and say ‘I feel yummy inside.’
“I feel yummy inside.” they finished like a little round.
“And then open your eyes and… yes, great. Oh that’s excellent.”
“Now, try this, okay? A little risqué, adventurers! Cup your hands in front of your breasts, smile at me. A little naughty.” They did this immediately.
“Like this?” Kitty said.
“Pretty much. Closer to them. Act like you are about to squeeze them, or offer them, like a delicious fruit. Imagine squeezing them. Just remember the last time you did. Good. Wonderful. Got it.”
“Now just sit on this bench, and cross your legs, toward each other. One hand between your thighs, a little higher up, perfect. Again, like you’re sharing a secret, get your faces a bit closer. Closer. Great!”
“Now say, just under your breath, ‘I am a really cute, sexy, fun adventurer.”
‘I am a really cute, sexy, fun adventurer.” Blushes and soft peals of giggles. This was fun. They liked being told what to do! What a treat.
“So Kitty and Tommi, both of you need to bring your right and left hands up further betwixt your thighs, right into your….That’s right.” They drew their hands up against their pussies as if I’d asked them to glance at a robin, it was so easy.
“So now, I’m trying to get the light right, just rotate your wrists outward….Ahh, almost. Try rotating them inward. Hm. Outward again? I’m sorry, am I being tedious with this? Should we call it a session?”
“Oh no!” said Kitty.
“No problem!” said Tommi, with emphasis.
“Okay, thanks for your patience here, while I figure this out.” Their nipples were standing out. I could faintly see their colors. Kitty’s were light brown and Tommi’s were pinky-red, just faintly through their blouses. I worked around them feigning some photographic challenge.
“Okay, just rotate your wrists outward, then inward, hm… out…and in… and both of you, pull up a bit more up into your groin.”
They jiggled their feet and squeezed their thighs in girlish excitement. Their legs took on a twitchy quality, as they gave themselves little jolts of pleasure.
They rotated their knuckles outside their pants, into their wet crotches. They were waiting for this nice man to tell them what to do next! What fun! I was in heaven.
I pretended to withdraw a bit, supposedly to fiddle with my settings, and watched them squeeze their legs around their small fists, pushing up into their little pussies. This was without any directives from me. They must feel nice and gooey and horney, I thought.
I came in for a close shot, and inhaled the musky smell of their wet pussies, like seafood. I love clams, mahi mahi, and getting girls hot and bothered and intoxicated with horny hormones.
They were aroused, and trying to not be too obvious.
“So you ladies seem to be pretty turned on by this,”
“Uh…” said Kitty.
“Well…” said Tommi.
“Your nipples are really, really cute, I have to say. You should be proud of tem! I’ll bet they are feeling good, too!” They burst into surprised laughter, looking at each other for permission to be okay with such talk.
“But don’t imagine someone sucking on them!” I joked.
“Oh, stop!” protested Kitty.
“You’re terrible!” said Tommi. But I could tell that they were remembering some good times, when someone really sucked on their tingling nipples!
“I bet your panties are pretty wet! Hey, that’s what washers are for, right? So, try this for grins.”
I slowly took Kitty’s hand, slightly wet, from outside her pants crotch, and gently but firmly guided it inside the seam of her pants, and under her lacy panties. She sighed. I took her other hand, and slowly glided it up to her breast, and gently squeezed her fingers around her hard nipple.
“Now Kitty, just say this: ‘I love having fun with my body. This feels yummy and I don’t care.’ Go ahead, say it softly. You know it’s true.”
She nodded almost imperceptibly and said very softly, “I love…fun with my body…. feels yummy … don’t care.”
“Nice. Nice! So squeeze your little nipple, it is so cute, can you make it happier? And work your little clitty down there, you’re doing great, you naughty girl!”
“And Tommi,” I continued smoothly, “you need to do this,” and I glided her wet little hand likewise down into her pants, under her fish-smelling, lacy panties. A wonderful waft of pussy smell came to me, like sautéed mushrooms, and sardines. So delicious, my dong was huge and throbbing. They acquiesced so easily!
So now I had these two young coeds, on a public bench, hands down their pants, sighing, with their nipples poking out, fingering themselves. Click, click! What fun!
On a whim I came behind Kitty and glided my hand down her stylish pants, to on top of her busy fingers, and felt her rich, funky pussy juice. After my hand was really wet, I slowly disengaged and came over to Tommi, who was emitting soft grunts, as her excitement gradually evaporated her inhibitions. Such a lovely dance to see. Click, click! I got some terrific close up shots of her hand under her lacy panties, soft core, yet very suggestive.
“So Tommi, you seem just a little tense, I’m going to give your beautiful neck and shoulders a little massage.”
“Uh, um, sure, no, I mean yes…” she muttered, quite distracted by the tingling in her nipples and the growing heat in her pussy.
I started massaging her neck and traps, going gradually up into her jaw muscles, and very slowly under her ears with my fingertips. What I didn’t tell her was that my massage “oil” was two handfuls of her friend’s pussy juice. I subliminally reminded her of her horniness, by gradually covering her face with Kitty’s cunt-oil. And it worked. As I gently massaged her cheekbones and the muscles encircling her mouth (the orbicular oris muscles) I could see her nostrils flare like a cat’s. She took a deep breath and exhaled with a sigh. I could feel her melt a bit, as if she was going to lie down. What a cute melty girl! She seemed to be slowly chewing gum, as her tongue moved slowly inside her mouth.
“So,” I whispered softly to her pussy-smelling ear, “You want to have some more fun. Say ‘This is yummy, I want to have more fun!”
“This … yummy, I …more fun!”
“So wiggle your pretty, awesome ass, side to side. Push your sit-bones down into the bench. Side to side. Good. Great. Imagine your sit bones just melting, spreading. Side to side. Feel your pelvic floor just turning to…porridge. Nice.”
“Oh, porridge. Yum. I’m such a…mess…”
“Say, ‘I’m such a happy mess’”
“I’m such a happy… mess. “
“So now, feel your pelvic floor, feel your back door get softer, and happy… Great! Wiggle, side to side. Nice.” I gently insinuated my wet fingers into her pretty mouth. She sucked on them, first tentatively, then with increasing enthusiasm. She looked so sweet, face all shiny with her girlfriend’s cunt oil.
“Say, “My back door feels really nice,”
“Back door feels….really nice”
“I feel naughty in both places, and it feels good!”
“…naughty in both places… feels good!” She murmured, and giggled softly She wiggled and squirmed so adorably.
Her nipples were standing out, like elongate grapes, sweet and taut. I massaged her pussy-smelling mouth with both hands, a bit more, then withdrew to attend to lovely Kitty. She fingering her wet pussy with soft abandon, and quietly muttering to herself. I leaned closer and overheard her words, semi audible,
“Back door …really nice…” I realized she was picking up on my suggestion to Tommi, and was reiterating it, over and over, like a loop. Well, how cool is that? I thought. She must be really getting into fantasizing about both her little holes down there. So I leaned forward and very softly whispered,
“Say ‘I’d love to have my back door get tickled…”
“I’d love … back door … tickled……”
“And again, Kitty. You’re doing great, sweetheart, you are going top flight! And again.”
“Back… door… tickled…”
“And now say “It’d be fun to have a big cock in my back door…!” And of course she did, under her breath, as she tickled her tingling clitty. I noticed she seemed to be sitting in a tiny puddle on the bench. It wasn’t water. Her pussy oil had soaked through her pants. How fun!
She was happily squirming in her vagina goop. I gently massaged her small cantaloupe sized, perfect titties, especially the lower halves (more sensitive there) and nipples, and her sighs became fuller and more guttural. She started rocking her pelvis against her hand, and really lifting her boob as she squeezed her nip, like a small, hard plum.
“So just repeat that, you happy, naughty girl. Say ‘Yummy’ or happy’ instead of sweet. Mix it around. Get crazy.” I whispered.
“Back door..tickled … yummy. Happy backdoor…” she murmured softly. I loved the way her pants were unzipped and a little down, revealing her pretty panties and busy hand under them, diddling her throbbing clitoris and dripping pussyhole. What fun! Click, click! Again, I helped her down there, and my hand came away soaked with her funky oil! I softly massaged it into her nipples. The wetness made her look like someone was sucking on them, very cute, very hot!
“Say this, Kitty, ‘A hot cock in back sure would feel great right now!’ “
“Hot cock…in back…great right now…”
“Just imagine that,” I sad, “imagine it feeling better than anything you’ve ever felt before….back there…”
“Uhmmmm…back there…” she murmured, lost in a very sexy fantasy.
I asked her to stand up and slowly drew her pants down. Her ass was round and high. I pulled her lacy panties aside and slowly inserted my finger into her anus, which contracted and opened around my finger like a hungry animal. When I wiggled it around she started to groan. Her clit diddling started to pick up speed. I leaned forward and whispered,
“Say, ‘I really need a cock up my ass…’”
“I REALLY need a cock up my ass,” she whined.
“Say ‘I really want some hot come up my back door.’ “
“I REALLY need some hot come… up my … back door!” she said urgently. What I needed here was some good lube.
I pulled out my chicken sandwich from my jacket pocket (extra mayonnaise) and applied the mayo into her twitching little backdoor. It was so cute, like a little animal wanting to be fed. She moaned a bit more each time I fed the mayo deeper into her little brownie star-fruit.
Chapter 01: Melanie
I looked up from where I was stacking my books, preparing to leave Economics class, and Melanie was standing by my desk.
Melanie could have been a model, if you like them on the thin side. Maybe half an inch shorter than me, which would put her at 5′ 10″, slender without being gaunt, she had brown hair that fell midway down her back, intense brown eyes, and a serious expression. She was wearing low-rise jeans and a button-down shirt of some kind that left three inches of her stomach bare. The top three buttons were undone and I could see quite a lot of her modest cleavage, even from a sitting position. I stared uncomprehendingly; I hadn’t even known she knew my name.
“Melanie?” I made it a question.
“Look, we’re having this test in two days and I really need to pass it, so could you come by my place and help me study for it?”
“Well, I’m happy to try and help, but you should know I’m not too great at this stuff, either.”
“Even better. We can help each other, then. You got anything to do after class?”
“Errr – no, not really. You want to study now for a test that comes up in two days?”
“Nick, I really need the help. If you have the time, I may ask you to drop by tomorrow, too, and help me some more.”
“Okay, I guess. The library?”
“No, I thought we’d go to my apartment. We can study and kill some junk food at the same time.”
I gave her a slow, obvious once-over. “You eat junk food? Hell, do you eat at all?”
“Smartass,” she grinned. “Yes, I eat junk food, I just get a lot of exercise. So, you coming?”
“Lead the way.”
Melanie was uncharacteristically voluble for someone who’d never spoken two words to me before. She kept up a running fire of questions while we walked to her apartment. What was I majoring in? (Journalism) What did I think of various rock bands? (I didn’t follow music much.) Was I dating anyone? (Are you kidding?) What happened to that redhead I used to see you with, the one with the big boobs?
That one stopped me cold – like liquid-nitrogen cold. Sarah and I had broken up at the beginning of the summer session and the wound was still red and raw. It pulsed with pain with every beat of my heart, and I was seeing her everywhere. (Though on closer inspection, it always turned out to be someone else.) My eyes were alive with pain and fury as I turned them on Melanie.
“Why do you ask?,” I said in a voice colder than the Arctic Circle.
She flinched when she saw my eyes. “Whoa! Sorry, Nick, I didn’t know. Was it a bad breakup?”
My voice was hoarse with pain and unshed tears. “She’s the only girl I ever loved. What do you think?”
“Damn, Nick, I’m sorry. Maybe I should just shut up?”
“No.” My breathing was returning to normal, though I still saw the world through a red mist of pain. “No, it’s okay. I think… I think maybe I need to talk about it, though I sure as hell don’t want to.”
“I’m a pretty good listener, I think.”
I sighed. “Can you handle crying? Because I don’t think I can get through this without it.”
“Then that’s what you need to do. Let’s get to my place and you can tell me whatever you need to.”
“Call me Mel.”
Mel’s place turned out to be an efficiency with a kitchenette. She sat on the bed while I sat on the floor and talked. I talked for two hours, and when I was done, I had to excuse myself and go wash my face. When I came back in, Mel waved me over to the bed. I sat on the corner opposite her.
She gave me a wry smile. “You can sit next to me. I don’t bite, you know.”
I gave her a weary look. “Mel, why am I here, really?”
“To help me study -”
I cur her off. “Bullshit. If that were the case, we’d have been studying instead of you listening to me talk about my nonexistent love life. You didn’t know I was alive before today. What’s the real reason?”
She hesitated. “You may not like this.”
“I already don’t like it. Talk.”
She gave me a long searching look. “Can you keep a secret?”
“If there’s reason.”
“Oh, there’s reason.” Her eyes bored into mine. “Did you know I’m vice-president of Sigma Epsilon Chi?”
“No, but then I don’t know a lot about the Greek organizations on campus. Not my thing.”
“So you don’t know what Sigma Eps is about?”
“How many times do I have to say it? No.”
“Maybe this will explain.” She flipped a cushion on the bed. On the reverse side were the Greek letters for Sigma Epsilon Chi.
S E X
I stared, then got up and headed for the door.
My voice was hoarse with rage. “Why? Haven’t you done enough? You sit there while I bawl like a baby, then you pull this shit? What kind of idiot do you think I am?”
“Nick, I’m sorry. But this isn’t bullshit. It’s real. Sit down and listen, then you can leave if you like.”
“I’ve heard enough.”
“I knew Sarah.”
That stopped me dead in my tracks. My voice was a thin whisper of grief when I spoke.
“Mel, don’t do this. Please.”
She went on as if I hadn’t spoken. “I didn’t know her well, just to talk to, you know? One day I saw her after she’d dropped you off at class, and we stood there talking for awhile. I asked her about you – you know, what did she see in you? You were such a geek back in high school.”
This was going to be bad. I could feel it coming, like a snake poised to strike, but I had to ask.
“What did she say?”
She faced me squarely. “She said you were the most decent, honest guy she’d ever met. That you’d seen her through some pretty bad times and you hadn’t asked for anything in return.” She bit her lip. “She said she loved you, Nick.”
That was it. I folded in half like a pocketknife, fell to my knees on the threadbare carpet and lost it again, great racking, whooping sobs that came from deep within. It hurt – my God, how it hurt! Skewer me through the guts and twist it, it would’ve felt better. Melanie came over to where I was, folded herself into some kind of modified Lotus position, and pulled me into her. My eyes were hot, dry and itchy and my voice a croak when I spoke again.
“Why did you tell me that?”
“Because it was the only way to get you to listen to me. Will you listen now?”
I nodded, too wasted for further speech.
“Let me see how to explain this… well, it’s tough trying to balance keeping your grades up and having a love life. If you try to do both, one is going to suffer. Some people have great grades, but no social life, and others are always doing the party thing, but are never gonna graduate. That’s where Sigma Eps is different.”
“Okay, this is gonna sound weird, I guess, but our ladies kind of have a bunch of guys who are like, everybody’s boyfriend. I mean, we share boyfriends. Or something like that.”
“So it’s like an on-campus version of a swing club?”
“No! Well, sorta.” Her brow creased. “Look, it’s like this. When one of the Sigma Eps girls needs a date, or just a roll in the hay, she calls one of our guys. He takes her to the dance, or a football game, or whatever, and afterward, she can get back to studying again, because it’s not like it’s a real relationship. Do you see?”
“So basically, you have this stable of guys who provide for your sexual needs and occasionally take you out on dates.”
“No, it’s not really dating, it’s more like an escort service. If you have to go someplace where you need to show up with a partner, you call one of our guys, and he’s your partner for the evening.”
“Okay, I think I understand.” I heaved a deep sigh. “So why did I need to know?”
“Because we want to sign you up.”
Stopped cold twice in a row. I looked hard at her, then around the room. I got up and started looking into corners, opening closets and cabinets, even the refrigerator.
“Nick, what are you doing?”
“Looking for Alan Funt.”
“I’m not kidding.”
“You have to be. I’m not wealthy or handsome or athletic or popular, and I’m as socially inept as they come. There’s no reason to choose me as a sorority boytoy.”
“Actually, there are two reasons.”
“Okay, I’ll bite. What are they?”
“One, you’re unattached. We won’t be taking you away from someone else.”
“And the other?”
“Sarah said you were terrific in bed.”
Stunned again. Sure as hell, my face was gonna freeze like that.
“Okay, assuming you’re telling the truth – you’re going to take Sarah’s word for it?”
“Absolutely not! You have to prove it.”
And yet another shock to the system!
“Mel, can you please just tell me everything so I can catch my friggin’ breath?”
She grinned. “Sorry. We tend to forget how this sounds to outsiders.” She stood up, started pacing. “If you agree to try out, six of the sisters will have to recommend you for inclusion in our group of guys. They’ll find out whether or not they like you by meeting you someday – usually pre-arranged – and having sex with you. Once you’re approved, that’s it. All the sisters will have access to your class schedule, so they’ll know when you’re available for – whatever they want. Oh, one thing I should ask you before we go any further. Do you have any problem with nudity?”
“Could you be a bit more specific?”
“We have an orgy three times a year. Some guys can’t handle being naked around other guys. Do you have a problem with that?”
“Not really. Anyone who’s ever had PE has seen a bunch of naked guys.” I paused. “You did say an orgy?”
“Yes. The first one’s on Halloween night” – she grinned – “and you get to help us design our costumes. We’ve heard about you and Halloween.”
“And the other two?”
“Not determined yet. We’re considering May Day for one of the others, but we have our hands full planning for Halloween.”
“I think I have to sit down.”
Mel sat on the bed, patted the space beside her. “Come on over and have a seat.”
I sat down heavily beside her. “This isn’t some elaborate joke?”
“So what now?”
“Come over here and kiss me.”
I turned and looked her full in the face. She was smiling, a gentle smile, warm and inviting, and I felt something in me melt when I saw it. She pulled me close, met my mouth with her own, our lips clinging, our tongues gently exploring. I sighed – a long heartfelt sigh – and kissed her deeply, my hands now gliding up her back, feeling her warmth beneath my palms. I stroked my fingers over the bare flesh of her stomach – God, I love belly buttons! – and Mel’s was really cute. She moaned and stood up, sat back down on my lap, pulled herself tight against me. “This is better,” she said with a smile. I kissed and licked her neck – “I agree.” – and was rewarded with a moan. We sat there, just necking like a couple of teenagers. After a particularly intense tongue duel, she pulled away with a little gasp.
“I’m sorry. Am I going too fast?”
She stood up with a grin. “No way! No, I just want to get comfortable.” With that she unsnapped and unzipped her jeans. “Why don’t you do the same?”
I watched as she unbuttoned her shirt. “You’re sure you want to do this?” It fell away, revealing small but shapely breasts.
She gave me a smile, warm and sympathetic, but a little sad somehow. “Nick – take off your clothes.”
I did as I was told, then turned to look at Mel. She had very long legs – “all the way up to her neck”, is, I believe, the usual vernacular. Her stomach was as taut as a drum, decorated by that sexy little belly button. Her breasts were just about a handful each, topped with small but erect nipples. She looked me over as we sat on the bed.
“Okay, Nick, to be fair to you, I need to know – how long has it been?”
“Since you last had sex. Sex with your hand doesn’t count.”
I considered for a moment. “About four months”
“Okay. At four months, it’s not a sure thing, but to be safe, I think we should take the edge off first.”
I must have looked as baffled as I felt. “We need to make you cum, otherwise you might not last too long, and that’s going to count against you.” She lay down, turned on her side, stretched luxuriously like a jungle cat. “Roll over on your side, baby.”
I did, and she moved so that her face was just opposite my hard cock. She took me in her hand, stroked me loosely. “This time doesn’t count – just cum whenever you feel like it.”
With that, she began to kiss my cock and balls – slowly, taking her time, licking occasionally, stroking me up and down. There was no sense of urgency as she rubbed my cock against her breasts, teased her nipples with the head. For my part, I kissed her taut belly, teasing her belly button with my tongue, running one hand up the outside of her leg, squeezing her tight ass. Her body was muscular, her skin soft. She smiled in approval, then took the head of my cock in her mouth as I cupped her mound, teased a finger between her lips. She was sucking just the head, swirling it with her tongue, humming slightly, and the vibration moved down my shaft, making me harder still. Her lips opened and I slipped one finger between them, not entering her, just parting them farther. She cupped my balls and squeezed gently, continuing to suck and lick my cock. I could feel her heat, her wetness, but I saw no reason to rush things, so I continued to play with just the outside of her pussy, just barely parting her wet folds. Licking one finger, I drew it down the inside of one swollen lip, bringing an appreciative moan from my partner. This time she took about an inch more into her mouth while her fingernails glided over my balls. I parted her legs farther and kissed her inner thighs, moving from left to right, licking slowly, languorously, moving upwards towards her center. She rubbed my cock against her nipples again, watching my reaction. My reaction was to slowly lick the length of one swollen lip, tasting her wetness for the first time. It was like a drug, addictive, and I fought to keep myself from moving in and attacking her pussy with my mouth. Instead, I licked the other lip just as slowly, making her moan softly again. She had a soft musky taste that inflamed my senses, made me want more. I drew my tongue between her folds, probing a bit deeper, and she took three-quarters of my cock into her mouth, now moving up and gown, and I knew it wouldn’t be much longer before I came. It had been way too long since my cock had had any attention except for Hannah and her four sisters, and it was throbbing in her hot mouth. I gripped her ass to keep her tight against me and flicked my tongue against her clit. She gasped, and I did it again. With that, she plunged her mouth down my cock, taking the whole of it in her mouth till her lips were kissing my balls. I felt the warning tingle at the base of my balls and as I started to cum, I thrust my tongue deep into her pussy, tongue-fucking her hard and fast. She was just a second behind me and exploded all over my face as I filled her mouth with what felt like a four-month backlog of scalding-hot cum. She never lost her grip on my shaft, but milked me till I could cum no more; I wrapped my mouth over her clit and licked and sucked and raked it with my teeth; her legs wrapped around my head like a nutcracker and I ate her sweet pussy till the last shudder worked its way down her spine and spilled itself into my mouth.
For a long moment, neither of us could move; our bodies were still humming with the overload from the amazing orgasm we’d shared. Mel was the first to move; she stretched her long lovely body over mine, fitting herself to me, and kissed me deeply, sharing the taste of our juices back and forth. She laid her head against my chest and smiled contentedly. I’m sure that my own expression must have been goofy in the extreme, for she laughed when she looked up and saw me. Her nakedness against mine felt so amazing, so erotic, so right - and a tiny piece of the pain that was always with me chipped away, disintegrated, was lost.
When she raised her head again, it was to kiss me, slowly and thoroughly, invading my mouth with her welcome tongue, exploring every nook and then wrapping itself around my tongue. My heart was pulsing again, as though it had lain dormant for these last four months and was only now awakening to life.
Mel wrapped her body around mine and smiled. “Rest up, Nicky. Next time’s the real test and you’d better be at full strength.” She smiled wickedly and dropped me a wink. “You’re going to need it.”
Two hours later, we were still talking.
“So, Nick – it seems like you’ve talked about Sarah a lot today. Who else have you been with – sexually, I mean?”
I rolled onto my side to look her in the face. “Mel – you’re my second.”
“That’s a bad thing?”
“It might be.” She turned on her side to look at me, her eyes searching my face. “Look, Nick, different girls like different things, y’know?”
“I’d no idea,” I said dryly.
“No, I mean, like – look, you said Sarah liked lots of foreplay, very gentle, right?”
“Yeah, right. So?”
“So all girls don’t like it that way. Some want to be pushed down on their knees and have a cock shoved in their mouths, or pushed over the bed and fucked hard with very little foreplay.”
“Mel – I think I knew that much. Some women like it rougher than Sarah did. That’s okay, I can handle that.”
“Really? Did you ever spank Sarah? Or did she ever spank you?”
“”No, that wasn’t her style.”
“Nick, you’re going to be fucking a lot of women. You’re going to have to adapt to their style, whatever it is. We have girls who like to be tied up and spanked. Some are going to want to tie you up and spank you. Girls who’re into whips and chains. Girls who’re into other girls, or who like threesomes with two guys. Some want you to shove your cock right down their throat, make them gag on it, while you’re pulling their hair. Some of our girls are going to want to fuck your ass with a vibrator or a strap-on. We even have some who want to watch you get it on with another guy while they make themselves cum with a dildo. I mean, you don’t have to cater to everyone, but the more styles you can adapt to, the better chance you have of getting into our stable and staying there.”
“Okay, relax, Mel. Just because I’ve never been exposed to a lot of this stuff doesn’t mean I won’t enjoy it. Getting it on with a guy – that might take a lot of adapting, and I might never be able to do it, but as for the rest – ” I looked her in the eyes – “when I’m with a woman, I want to please her, to make her feel good. If a girl wants me to spank her and I can tell she’s getting off on it, then I can do it. Being spanked or ass-fucked myself – that would be harder, probably, but if she’s enjoying herself, well, that’s what I’m after. Besides, if you were doing any REAL harm, it’d be all over campus in a heartbeat.”
“Some of our girls use whips. Can you deal with that?”
“I don’t know. I’ll find out.” I met her eyes again. “Mel, I’m still a virgin in a lot of ways. The only way I’ll learn whether or not I’ll like something is to give it a try. I’ll try anything once, so long as it’s not actually illegal.”
A slow grin was spreading over her face. “Ooooh, you are going to be fun to play with!”
I smiled right back. “Yes, I think I will be.”
“And modest, too!”
“I’m told confidence is one of the sexiest things about a person, male or female. Well, not arrogance – ‘I’m God’s gift to women”, that kind of thing – that’s a turn-off. I know some girls with really sensational bodies who are so full of themselves that they seldom date the same guy twice – and it’s not by choice. I’m sure you know guys like that.”
She rolled her eyes. “Everyone knows guys like that. Girls, too.”
“Sarah told you I was good in bed. That’s a point in my favor, because she was a hell of a lover – and while you and I haven’t done much together yet, it seemed like you were enjoying yourself back there.”
“So I’m going to be the best lover I can be, for you and anyone else that decides to test-drive me, and I’m going to assume I’m going to be good enough to get in and stay in, experience or not.”
“Okay, stud,” she grinned. “Come over here and show me what you’re made of.”
“Your wish is my command,” I grinned.
I pulled her into my arms, feeling her warmth against me, her palm-size breasts against my chest, pricking me with her hard nipples. I kissed her, slowly and deeply, while my hands glided all over her warm curves. I was a little rough now and then – biting her throat hard, pinching and twisting a nipple hard enough to make her yelp – just for the sake of variety. Mostly, though, I teased, kissing… and kissing… and kissing… loving her mouth with mine, just because it felt good. We had all afternoon – all night, if we needed it; why be in a rush? I kissed her mouth, her cheeks, her eyelids; ran my tongue into her wet mouth, along her neck and shoulders, down her back. I caressed her small but sensitive tits, stroking and pinching her throbbing nipples. I cupped her sweet rounded ass, stroking, squeezing…. My lips found her breasts, licked and sucked her nipples, grazing them with my teeth. I licked and bit my way down her back; I kissed and bit her ass till she moaned, biting her lower lip. I parted her cheeks and snaked my tongue in between. I licked her asshole, loving the musky taste, let just the tip of tongue penetrate her there. Her toes curled and I pushed it farther into her ass, my tongue flickering like a snake’s. One finger probed the wetness between her thighs, curling inside her to stroke her G-spot and she jerked against me, her breath hissing between her teeth. I stroked my hands down her long lean thighs, parting her slender legs, and I pushed my face tight into her pussy.
Oh, God, I love to eat pussy…!
This wasn’t about getting into Sigma Eps’ stable. This was about giving and receiving pleasure, seeing the look on her face, hearing her cries and moans and gasps, feeling the tiny shudders wrack her body. And she tasted so damn good…! Like a gourmet hot chocolate (I don’t drink wine), hot and sweet, a taste to overpower the mind and drown the senses… I could have eaten her all night long, kept her coming back to the edge, over and over, and part of me wanted to; but the other part wanted to do this again, and teasing alone wasn’t going to cut it. So I gently finger-fucked her while I ate her out – first one finger – then another. I licked her clit, so slowly… dragging nearly the full length of my tongue over it before teasing it mercilessly with just the tip. She was jerking, moaning, twitching, her sweet sexy body in total synch with my fingers and mouth. I eased my fingers out of her pussy so I could attack it with my mouth, licking and sucking frantically. Her back arched and she was squeezing her breasts hard, twisting her nipples. I stopped being gentle and tongue-fucked her hard and fast. Her voice became a high, keening wail and as I sensed her climax approaching, I slipped my middle finger deep into her tight ass.
Her eyes opened wide, she took in a hard breath and screamed and screamed and screamed, her juices drenching my face, and I swallowed every gush – not least because I didn’t want to drown! I worked her pussy and clit with my mouth and her ass with my finger until her convulsions eased; then I slowly eased my finger out of her and kissed her thighs until she purred….
I came up to lie beside her again, gathered her into my arms and kissed her, letting her taste herself on my lips. Her kisses were like liquid fire and she held me tight against her glorious soft nakedness. My cock was throbbing between us as she nipped at my neck, but I was content to wait until she was ready for more.
Good things come to those who wait….
Fortunately for my libido, I didn’t have to wait long.
Mel slithered a hand between us and curled her fingers gently around my hardness. She gave me a firm squeeze, then began stroking me loosely, just with her fingers. Her hand was so soft, and it felt soooo good…! I raised an internal eyebrow when I realized that Mel knew how to tease, too!
She uncoiled her body from mine and used both hands on me now – one stroking my cock, the other my balls. It was slow, unhurried… amazingly sensual. She kissed me, cock and balls, not using her tongue, only her lips… she took a handful of her hair and stroked me with it, so gently…. She took my cock in her hand, stroked it against her breasts, her hard nipples and I throbbed and pulsed with every caress. Finally she lowered her mouth to my cock and began to lick. From the base to the head, kissing and licking… circling the head with her tongue, over and over… taking just the head between her lips and sucking lightly. It was wonderful and sexy and utterly maddening. It took all the restraint I had to keep myself in check. I wanted to take her face between my hands, push my cock into her mouth balls-deep and fuck her mouth until I erupted down her throat. She would have let me, too, and thoroughly enjoyed it – but it wouldn’t have said much for my patience or endurance – so I lay back instead and enjoyed all the wonderful things Mel was doing to me. When she finally took me fully into her mouth, it was incredible – so wet and slippery and hot, and she controlled every shiver and shudder and spasm of my cock. Her hands were cupping my balls between them, and she was using only her mouth on my throbbing shaft. She sucked me deeply, licked me like an ice cream cone, teased me with hot little darts of her tongue. She licked and sucked my balls, kissed them, slowly swiped her tongue against the perineum, trying my endurance. One finger found its way between my ass cheeks and she teased me there, just pushing gently. She told me to lie on my stomach and then she lay on top of me and slowly slid the full length of her body down mine. She pushed my legs apart and stroked my cock while she licked and sucked my balls, one finger playing with my ass again. Then she kissed her way up my back, rubbing her breasts against me on the way and leaned over to whisper in my ear.
“I want you to cum now, Nicky.” Her tongue licked behind my ear, her voice was a silken purr. “You’ve shown me you can hold back; now I want you to give me everything you have.”
She kissed her way back down my back again – stopping to bite my ass, hard! I yelped and when I turned, she gave me an impish grin. “Turn over.”
I turned onto my back and she knelt between my legs. Again she took my balls between her cupped palms. She licked them gently, sucked one into her mouth and circled it with her tongue; then she did the same with the other. There are no words to describe how sensitive my cock was now, or how hard I was. It was like my previous orgasm had only been a rehearsal, and that I still had four months’ worth of pent-up lust to work through. Her tongue licked a trail of fire up my pulsing shaft till it reached the purple head. She gave me a crooked grin. “Cum for me, Nicky.”
Then she took me deep, deeper than she’d taken me before. She licked and sucked and bit, slammed me into her slippery throat again and again and again, swallowing my cock, and I erupted like a fire hose, cumming and cumming and cumming, filling her mouth till she couldn’t swallow it all. She took everything I had to give, draining me into her mouth, her throat, and when she had taken it all, she let me slip from her mouth. Cum ran from the corners of her mouth, decorated the inner surface of her lips and she gave me a wicked smile. She crawled up on top of me and gave me a deep kiss, giving me a taste of my juices, and I cleaned her lips with my tongue, wrapped it around hers and our lips remained locked until not a drop remained.
She licked a finger and drew two hash marks in the air. “Two out of three, lover,” she said happily. “One more and I sign off on your membership, and you’ve got your first sponsor.”
“But before you do that, you’re going to need some rest. Let’s grab a quick nap, and when we get up, we can complete your testing.”
I woke when Mel’s lips brushed mine. I looked up and she was smiling above me. I pulled her face down to mine again and kissed her thoroughly for a good long time.
“Damn, Nick,” she said. “You sure love to kiss.”
“Late bloomer,” I said, grinning. “I went through high school and half of college without ever kissing anyone, and now I’m just making up for lost time.”
“Mmmmmm,” she smiled. “I think I’d like to spend some night just necking with you until I’m crazy to fuck you, and then I’d just shag your ass off” – she grinned wickedly – “but that’s another night.” She gave me that slightly sad smile again. “I want to fuck you now, Nicky. This test is simple; you fuck me, and you make me cum as many times as you can before you do. No rest periods, no vibrators, no dildos, no fingers – just your cock. You’re allowed a couple of position changes, but you have to get back inside me as quick as possible.” She produced a tube of lube. “A little extra lube to make sure I stay nice and slick for you the whole time, and I’m ready whenever you are.”
I watched her squeeze a little lube onto her fingers and I watched as she spread her legs wide and slipped them deep into her pussy. She gave a tiny shiver at the chill of the lube, but then she began to finger-fuck herself slowly, smiling at me, letting me watch. My cock was hard as steel and I watched as she did it again with more lube; this time, as her fingers left her lovely cunt, she dragged the tip of one finger over her clit. I watched her circle the stiffened nub, lubing it well, her eyes half-closed, moaning quietly. Then she looked and her eyes met mine. Her legs were still spread wide and I feasted my eyes on their length, and on the treasure between them.
“Missionary okay to start with?,” she asked and I nodded. She held her legs apart with a hand on each ankle and I leaned in and kissed her softly, my tongue making love with hers. I backed up a bit. I wanted to eat her, but I wasn’t sure if that would disqualify me; besides, if I made it into the Sigma Eps stable, I could eat her on a regular basis. The thought added another degree of hardness to my shaft. I came closer and lowered my hips to hers; my chest just brushed her nipples, and I slowly eased the full length of my dick into her wet pussy for the first time.
It was amazing. Mel was silken steel, hot and slippery and tight. Her muscles clenched involuntarily as I slowly filled her, stopping just short of her cervix. I experienced an immediate tremor and held myself absolutely still as it shuddered through me. We played for awhile, me flexing my cock deliberately within her and her clenching down on it.
It was bliss, and there was better to come. I began to fuck her slowly, pulling almost out and then giving her my full length with each thrust. I rotated my hips in tight circles, letting the head of my cock explore her depths as I pulled back. I pushed into her all the way again, my groin tight against hers, and I flexed within her again. I held it there, tight against her, within her as I kissed her mouth and squeezed her breasts. I rocked within her, moving just slightly, concentrating my mouth on her lips, her throat, her nipples, pinching them lightly, stretching them… rocking… rocking…. She was wetter now, her own hot juices mixing with the lube. Her hips writhed against me and she made little sounds deep in her throat. I wanted so badly to slam into her hard and fast, to give her pleasure and pain in the same thrust, but I wouldn’t have lasted ten thrusts that way. So I pulled back an inch and then slid home again. Another inch, and back. Each time I pulled back farther, and each time I slid in deep. My cock was swollen so much it ached, and the head was grazing her cervix now. My lower lip was clamped beneath my teeth, hanging on to my control. Mel was moving her hips now, rolling them in circles, her long legs wrapping around my waist to pull me in deep and hold me tight.
I picked up the pace a little and she responded enthusiastically, moaning and pulling me in faster, writhing her hips into me. I was pounding her cervix now, and her voice was hoarse and ragged as she moaned. I leaned back, still thrusting, and she used her arms to move forward with me… slowly… slowly… until she was on top of me. Mel must really have wanted me to make the “team” because she too was going slow, lifting almost off of me and then driving down hard. This position gave me better access to her breasts and I teased them, circling her nipples lightly with the palms of my hands until she clenched my hands tight around her tits, making me squeeze them hard. I twisted her nipples hard and she squealed, slamming down on my cock again – and she came, wailing. I grabbed her hips and stabbed upward, ramming hard into her softness, over and over, and she came again, her head thrown back in a soundless scream. I rocked gently beneath her as she came down, her breath sighing in and out….
After a moment, she leaned down (careful to keep my cock within her) and gave me her mouth. God… she kept her hips moving, taking me in and out at a nice regular pace, one that wasn’t likely to cause me to explode prematurely, and I took advantage of the leisure to explore her mouth thoroughly with lips and tongue, my nails tickling down her back, squeezing her round ass, then lightly grazing them back up. I kissed and licked her throat, nipping occasionally, my fingers combing through the softness of her hair. Our hips never ceased moving, now thrusting in and out, now circling, now rocking… just enough to keep me hard. I teased her ass with the tips of my fingers, just dragging them gently over her skin, and she hitched in a breath. My mouth came back to hers and my hands went to her breasts, stretching her nipples just a bit… The softness of her pussy massaged my aching cock as she alternately clenched and released around me. I leaned in to whisper in her ear.
“I think it’s time for one of those position changes, don’t you?”
She nodded and waited for instructions.
“Climb off me and lie flat, legs straight out.”
I moaned quietly as she lifted off my cock. It felt almost cold after the warmth of her snug pussy.
“Raise your legs, straight up, like you’re trying to make an L.”
She did as she was told and I moved in closer… I cupped her ass and lifted her to the proper level – then I slid into her deep, holding her legs up against my chest. I slid forward to fill her completely and I heard a tiny whimper come from her throat. I held her there, just for a moment, then began to fuck her slowly, deeply, giving her every inch with every thrust – pausing at the end of each thrust to let her feel the head of my swollen cock push against her cervix – then easing almost completely out, only to give her my length again. There was nothing wrong with my upper-body strength, so I could keep this up for a while…. My endurance was another matter, but I was going slow deliberately. Her pussy clamped down tight on my cock as I pulled back, as if reluctant to relinquish it… God, she was tight, and still horny as hell! Strangled groans were coming from both of us, and now, I think, there was no doubt – she wanted me to win this round, but she wasn’t willing to just give me the victory – she wanted me to earn it. I talked to her (when I was capable of forming words), telling her how good she was, how sweet her pussy felt, how tight and wet and hot… I teased her mind while my cock teased her pussy and she purred – then I gripped her ass hard and drove into her, hard and fast, deep, deep… I felt her cum almost immediately, drenching my cock with her juices and I took her, hard and mercilessly. She was taking me hard, too, scissoring her legs around my waist to pull me in as deep as she could, demanding the best I could give her and not satisfied with less. She came again, and then again, her voice rising to a shriek. I froze inside her then, on the razor’s edge of cumming myself. I held my breath as her pussy clamped and clenched on me, milked my cock and I groaned as I tried to hold it in. The moment froze and lengthened… and I just managed to hold it in by the skin of my teeth.
I lowered her slowly, slipping back into her, holding my breath… I wasn’t going to be able to hold back again; the next time was going to be the last time, so I breathed deep, did the multiplication tables, thought of England… and finally came back from the edge. Mel rocked till I took the hint and we rolled over onto our sides, still connected at the groin.
“Mmmmm,” she moaned. “You know I’m going to regret this in the morning.”
She snorted. “No, I’m going to be that sore! I love to fuck, but geez, Nick, I don’t usually go at it this hard within this short a space of time! I like things to be a bit more leisurely under normal circumstances….”
“Well, if I make it into the club, we can see how things go – under normal circumstances.”
“I think I’d like that… fuck, I’m getting sore already. I’m good for just about one more orgasm. You?”
“I think I might be able to handle it… maybe.”
“Want to change position again?”
“How do you feel about doggy-style?”
“That’s just my favorite position in the whole wide world!,” she grinned.
“Are you okay with cheating, just a bit?”
Her eyes narrowed. “Cheating how?”
“Call me crazy, but I don’t see how it can do any harm to take just a little bit longer so we can use some more lube.”
She nodded vigorously. “OH, yeah! Don’t get me wrong, lover, but I need more lube or I’m gonna really hurt tomorrow!”
I smiled. “Want me to do the honors?”
She winced. “Don’t get me wrong, Nick, but you don’t know where the soreness is.”
“You know, we could stop right now. We don’t have to do it again.”
“But you haven ‘t cum yet!”
“Sure I did – earlier, in your mouth. That’s more than I’ve had in four months.”
She smiled. “That’s sweet – but you know something? I’m not going to feel like this is over until I feel you cum in me. It makes it feel – I dunno, complete, you know?”
I grinned. “Not like I’m gonna complain!”
She slapped my ass with a mock-scowl. “Get your ass up and get me that lube!”
Walking was an interesting proposition, but I made it and gave her the lube. She squirted a generous amount onto her fingers and began to carefully work it into her pussy, wincing now and again. For my part, I used some to lube up my cock. No such thing as too much lube….
When she was ready, Mel got on her hands and knees and winked over her shoulder at me. “Okay, partner, I’m ready. Get in the saddle and ride me hard!”
“Yes, ma’am.” I knee-walked over, feeling the strain in my thighs and eased my cock into her slippery cunt. I slid in easily on a cushion of lube and Mel gasped. I stopped, my cock throbbing, aching to cum. My earlier offer had been sincere, but I was just as glad she’d turned it down. We stayed like that till the sensitivity eased up a bit – then I gripped her hips and fucked her hard and fast, slamming her deep. She came immediately and I was right behind her, feeling a torrent of my juices gushing into her, filling her, dripping down her thighs… we fucked hard, like animals, disdaining the pain for the pleasure; we took everything the other had to give and worked to get more, more! Mel’s pussy, sore or not, was like a strong slippery hand, and it pulled and tugged and squeezed until it felt like I wouldn’t be able to cum again for another four months…!
When we came back to ourselves, we were wrapped around each other any old way and my face was wet with tears. There was a tremulous smile on her face, something besides the results of a good, or even great orgasm.
“I got you a present,” Becky said, holding up a thin black band of leather. It took Liz a moment to realize what it was.
“A collar?” Liz asked with a sly smile. “Really?”
“Yeah… well,” Becky stammered slightly, blushing. “Derrick invited us to our first bondage party and it seemed right ’cause… um…”
“I’m your sub,” Liz purred, leaning her curvy body toward the young blonde coed.
“That’s right,” Becky said firmly, despite the flush of red covering her face. She held up the collar, easing it around Liz’s neck. “You’re my sub. You know, Derrick says the collar has real meaning.”
“Oh, yeah?” Liz whispered, staring lovingly into Becky’s eyes.
“Yeah,” Becky continued. Her voice was firm and demanding, but Liz could feel Becky’s fingers shaking as she held the collar around her lover’s neck. “It means you’re mine. So no more ass-raping guys at parties…”
“He ass-raped me first,” Liz countered. “And I bought you a new hairbrush.”
“… and no more blowing guys in bars or fucking them in parking lots…” Becky continued.
“Hey, I only did that because I was looking for a guy for you,” Liz pouted. “It’s not my fault you picked up Gary on your own… and before you say anything, I only fucked Gary because you told me to and usually only when you were there too. I still don’t get why he broke up with us.”
“Liz!” Becky’s tone became threatening.
“Sorry,” Liz pouted.
“No more fucking people unless I say so. OK?” Becky barked. “The collar is supposed to mean you’re mine, really and completely.”
Liz’s face softened. Reaching up, she laid her fingers on the side of Becky’s face and smiled.
“Silly,” Liz whispered. “I’m already yours. Really and completely yours. My mistress.”
Leaning forward, Liz kissed Becky gently and pretended she didn’t taste her lover’s tears.
“Invitations, please,” the goth at the door asked.
Between the shaved head and facial piercings and heavy black clothes, the doorkeeper was imposing. Liz wasn’t entirely sure if the goth was male or female, but she supposed it didn’t really matter. If it did, she expected she’d find out.
Meanwhile, Becky was handing over her invitation while clearly trying not to stare. The goth made a show of first examining their invitations, and then examining them. Becky squirmed a little under the doorkeeper’s dark gaze.
Liz knew Becky was a little self-conscious. The whole drive over, her lover had been fidgeting with her outfit, though Liz kept assuring Becky that she looked very hot. The tight black stretch pants emphasized her long legs and round ass, and the under-bust corset borrowed from a friend in the theatre department, combined with the low-cut dark blouse, did wonders for Becky’s pert breasts. No, Liz thought, Becky had no reason to feel self-conscious.
For her part, Liz didn’t feel concerned, just a little chilly. Her short, lacy black dress, with its spaghetti straps and open back, had probably been designed to be a nightie, and the hemline didn’t fall much below the bottom of Liz’s ass. The only other thing she was wearing was her new collar. The cold air, the touch of soft satin and her own excitement had all conspired to make Liz’s nipples so hard they ached. The night breeze swirled up Liz’s legs, chilling her flesh and occasionally exposing her bare ass.
Finally, the goth smiled, causing lip-piercings to flash in the streetlights, and waved them in.
The club seemed to have started life as a gas station some years ago. The front room was small, decorated with flyers for local bands. On one of the ratty-looking couches that crowded the space lounged a couple, one a skinny man in a mesh shirt and tight black jeans, the other a chubby girl in a filmy black dress. Curls of cigarette smoke made a cloud above their heads.
“You’re new,” the skinny man drawled, his eyes crawling hungrily over Liz’s body.
“We’re friends of Derrick’s,” Becky replied, managing to sound tough.
“Oh,” the chubby girl purred, pressing herself against the man. “Master Derrick is in the play room on the left, showing off his new sub.”
“Thanks,” Becky said. Turning to Liz, she barked, “Come on.”
Following, Liz shivered. She always loved it when Becky got commanding.
The large back part of the club had been divided off into a number of smaller rooms. Through the open door on the left, Liz and Becky could see a small, smoke filled room. More ratty couches lined the walls, these occupied by an assortment of people dressed in what Liz was taking to be the standard black. However, she barely noticed them. Her attention was fixed on the heavy wooden frame in the center of the room and the couple with it.
Derrick was a tall, lean man, dark and handsome. He wore loose-fitting black pants, and his well-muscled chest was bare. The woman with him was petite and presently covered only by her own long blonde hair. Her hands were bound and tied to a rope that hung from the top of the wooden frame. As small as she was, she seemed to be balancing on her toes as if she were in fact hanging helpless from the frame. Liz felt her breath quickening at the sight.
While Liz watched, Derrick walked in a slow circle around the woman. His face was impassive as he studied her. All his attention was focused on her, and he seemed oblivious to his audience. Finally he finished his circle and stood silently behind her. Slowly, he reached out. His hands softly caressed her hair, sliding down her face as he gathered up her long, fair tresses. He gently pulled the woman’s long hair behind her, revealing her naked, perky breasts and hard bud-like nipples.
Reaching over to a small table beside him, Derrick returned with two old fashioned wooden clothespins. With patient deliberation, he slid one clothespin over the woman’s nipple and let it slowly close. The woman whimpered and gasped. After a long pause, Derrick closed the other clothespin over her other nipple. The woman moaned. Liz’s hands involuntarily brushed over her own sensitive nipples and she gasped.
Derrick started to slowly circle the woman again, his eyes fixed on her face. She was looking back at him, her breath coming in short gasps, her eyes full of longing. Liz noticed that Derrick was holding a long, thin switch only seconds before he lashed out with it. The women yelped as the thin leather crop smacked against her ass. Derrick continued to circle her, lashing out with the crop as the whim took him. The woman gasped and jumped with each strike. As she watched, Liz moaned softly. Without thinking, She cupped her own breast with one hand while her other hand slid along the silky fabric of her dress, down her belly, down her waist, toward the hem.
Becky grabbed Liz’s arm. She jumped, startled out of her lustful trance.
“Come on,” Becky said. Liz could see Becky’s face was flushed. “Let’s go see what else is going on.”
Liz stared at Becky for a moment, confused, but allowed herself to be led away. She wondered why Becky didn’t want to stay and watch. Even more, she wondered why Becky looked angry, maybe even jealous.
The room Becky led them to was similar to the one they had just left. Ratty couches lined the walls, surrounding a wooden frame from which hung a naked body. In this case, the body was that of a dark-skinned, powerfully muscled man. Liz thought she recognized him as one of the college football players, but she wasn’t sure. She didn’t really follow sports closely, and she was certain none of the promotional pictures of the team depicted them bound, naked, oiled, shaved and hugely erect. Perhaps, Liz thought as she took a place on a couch beside Becky, they should.
Circling the naked black Adonis was a young woman in shocking red. With her red heels, her narrow red skirt and tight red corset, the woman seemed to be aggressively defying the club’s unspoken black goth dress code. Her spiky black hair was cut cruelly short, accentuating her boyish face, which smiled viciously at the crowd gathered on the couches around her. Where Derrick had ignored his observers, this dominatrix clearly reveled in them. Apart from one hand, which was lightly caressing her sub, she seemed to ignore him.
“My Toy here is perfectly trained,” the red mistress drawled softly to her audience.
Her fingers slid along the man’s body and pinched his nipple, squeezing and twisting it viciously. The man, Toy, Liz supposed he was called, stood stoically accepting this small abuse.
“He will not make a sound, unless I command it,” the mistress continued.
The mistress’s hand ran down her Toy’s body, sliding between his legs and cupping his heavy, dark balls. Liz’s eyes grew wide as she watched the mistress’s fingers tighten. She could see his oiled muscles tensing, but he remained still and silent. After a moment, she released him. Her fingers slid upward, grasping his hard shaft. Slowly, the mistress stroked her fingers up and down, rubbing her Toy’s long dick.
“He won’t come, unless I command it,” she said, leering at the audience.
“I bet you could make him come,” Becky said quietly, leaning over to Liz.
“What did you say?” the red dominatrix barked. Obviously, Becky’s comment hadn’t been quiet enough.
“Leave it, Caitlyn,” a man’s voice said, evenly. “She’s new…”
Liz glaced over at the couch next to theirs and gave a short gasp. She recognized the man as her art teacher, Professor Ashton. Absurdly, she wondered if her recognized her, but the dominatrix’s next words distracted her.
“Someone should tell her not to contradict her betters,” Caitlyn snapped.
“What did you say?!” Becky said, shocked.
“Someone should have trained you better,” Caitlyn sneered. “Subs like you don’t talk back to Doms. Your Master should give you to me for some training. You’ll obey just like my Toy here.”
“First, not a Sub,” Becky snapped back. “Second,” she continued, nodding toward the bound sub, “I’m not impressed. I bet my Lizzy can make him come, whatever you ‘command’.”
“Oh, you bet she could, do you?” Caitlyn smiled.
“Caitlyn…” the professor said warningly.
“I’ll take your wager,” Caitlyn continued, her voice overriding his. “Your girl can orally pleasure my Toy and try to make him come.”
Becky smiled down at Liz and nodded.
“When she fails,” Caitlyn coninued, “your ass is mine.”
“What?” Becky said, looking suddenly uncertain.
“When your girl fails to make my Toy come,” Caitlyn replied, “your ass is mine. You will orally please my Toy and while you do, I will beat your naked ass. Right here, right now. If I’m feeling very generous, I’ll let my Toy come in your mouth before your ass starts to bleed. Now tell your girl to get started.”
Liz looked up at Becky, who looked slightly panicked. Liz could tell Becky had gotten herself in over her head. Her lover had been upset about something, though Liz wasn’t sure what, and had let that get her in trouble. Now, Liz smiled to herself, it was up to her and her oral skills to get Becky out of trouble. With a slight shrug, Liz gave her lover a reassuring smile. Gracefully she swayed over to the bound man in the center of the room and sank to her knees.
Kneeling in front of Caitlyn’s Toy, Liz took a moment to examine his dick. Liz was quite a fan of the male member, enjoying penises in all their various shapes and sizes. Toy’s dick was long and thick, lighter brown at the tip and growing darker toward his heavy balls. He was completely shaved and his dark skin shone with oil. Liz sighed at the sight and, unconsciously, her fingers slipped between her legs, parting her wet folds.
With a low moan, Liz leaned forward and nuzzled the heavy, dark balls that hung in front of her, inhaling the sweet scent of oil and the musky odor of skin. She wrapped one hand around the thick shaft while continuing to stroke herself with the other. Her tongue flicked out, licking Toy’s balls. She sucked first one and then the other into her mouth, moaning as she tasted each one. All the while Toy remained still and silent, seemingly indifferent to her attentions.
Slowly, Liz licked her way up his thick, dark shaft. Rolling her tongue over the tip, she smiled. Toy was still and silent, but she could taste the pre-cum flowing freely from his dick. Liz moaned as she lapped up the sticky, salty fluid. She could feel Toy’s hips rock slightly, pushing his shaft against her mouth.
With a gleeful smile, Liz wrapped her lips around the tip of his dick and sucked. Toy’s body tensed, resisting the pleasure of Liz’s mouth. She purred. Bobbing her head up and down, she slowly swallowed more and more of his thick shaft. She could feel him struggling to remain still. His muscled tensed and flexed. His whole body tried to arch away from her.
Liz moaned. It was thrilling to feel his struggles, to know that he wanted her and fought to deny it. Too turned on to deny herself, Liz’s fingers played frantically over her own clit. Her lusty moans were muffled by the thick shaft filling her mouth. Her own pleasure mounted in a steady wave.
With her other hand, Liz grasped Toy’s powerfully muscled ass, pulling him toward her. She pushed her head down, forcing his shaft into her mouth, gagging as it pushed too deep. Her whole body shook as she fucked this hard dick with her face.
Becky could only stare as Liz knelt on the club’s floor, sucking the bound man’s dick. The little black nightie Liz insisted was a dress had ridden up far enough to expose her bare, round ass and, if Becky looked closely, she could see Liz’s fingers sliding in and out of her wet pussy. The coed’s curly brown hair shook as her head bobbed up and down vigorously, swallowing the long , brown shaft before her. Becky could hear Liz’s moans and the little gagging noise she made as the dick sank into her throat.
She wondered distantly why she had gotten them into this. Sure, the stuck-up bitch of a dominatrix talking down to her had pissed her off, but Becky realized she had started it by bragging to the whole room about Liz’s cock-sucking skills. Now her lover was sucking a strange dick in a room full of strangers (not, Becky supposed, that Liz hadn’t done that sort of thing before) and Becky’s own ass was on the line.
“How long do you think we should let this go on?” Caitlyn wondered aloud.
Becky wondered if Caitlyn hadn’t been right. The bound man the dominatrix called Toy hardly seemed to be reacting at all to Liz’s oral assault. His face remained impassive, and he hung from the wooden frame, perfectly still. He was indifferent to the curvaceous brunette passionately gagging on his huge member.
“Don’t worry, dear,” Caitlyn smiled, looking at Becky’s dismayed face. “You’ll have your turn at him soon enough. I’ll let you suck his cock for as long as you like. Of course, my crop will teach you some manners while you enjoy that privilege. Look how much your friend enjoys it.”
Liz clearly was enjoying herself. Her entire body was quivering, and her moans, muffled as they were by the thick dick in her face, were becoming louder. Becky recognized the signs and sure enough, a moment later, Liz’s body spasmed as an orgasm washed over her. Even as the coed’s body shook with pleasure, Liz continued to suck Toy’s indifferent dick, forcing the hard shaft deeper into her mouth.
Slowly, Liz’s body calmed, and her muffled cries fell silent. Her head ceased to bob on Toy’s thick shaft. For a long moment, Liz just knelt there holding the heavy dick in her mouth then she slowly lifted her head. Becky groaned, defeated.
“Giving up at last,” Caitlyn sneered. “How disappointing for you.”
Liz stood and turned to face the red-clad dominatrix. With a sultry smile, the brunette slid her arms around Caitlyn’s neck and leaned forward. Becky felt her stomach drop away, stunned by her lover’s evident betrayal as Liz kissed Caitlyn’s smug, smiling lips.
Suddenly, Caitlyn stiffened and hastily pulled out of Liz’s embrace. Becky stared, confused as Caitlyn gagged. Thick white fluid poured over the dominatrix’s chin and down onto her corseted cleavage. Liz smiled wider, allowing the last of Toy’s sticky white cum to drool from her lips and down onto her own full breasts.
Laughter and applause filled the room.
“Hmmm, I guess we win after all,” said Liz loftily.
Becky grinned wildly, realizing that Liz was right. Despite his stoic silence, Toy had been unable to resist coming in Liz’s mouth, and she had, rather pointedly, shared that cum with Toy’s mistress.
“Ugh,” Caitlyn grunted, wiping the cum from her chin and looking appalled as it oozed between her breasts. “Yes, alright, you win. Toy, I will deal with you in a moment.”
“First things first,” Becky admonished.
“What?” Caitlyn looked genuinely puzzled.
“We had a bet,” Becky continued. “I won. Your ass is mine.”
“I didn’t…” Caitlyn started, indignant.
“If you had won,” Becky bulled over her, “I would have sucked off your boy while you beat my naked ass… but I won. So you get to lick my Lizzie while I beat your naked ass. Right here, right now.”
“Fair’s fair, Caitlyn,” the professor chimed in, almost lazily. “You would have insisted on your forfeit. It’s only right that you pay the same price.”
Caitlyn glared at the man for a long moment. Then, without taking her eyes off him, she pulled down the zipper on the side of her long red skirt. Unwilling to wait, Becky grabbed the edge of the skirt and pulled it off, dropping to her knees as she did.
“My, what a pretty pussy.” Becky knelt in front of Caitlyn’s naked thighs. “All neatly trimmed and so very, very wet.”
Becky’s fingers grazed between Caitlyn’s legs, teasing the edge of the dominatrix’s swollen pussy. Caitlyn gasped involuntarily as Becky brushed her clit. Becky’s fingers danced lightly over slick folds, drawing a deeper moan from Caitlyn.
“Such a pity you didn’t bet pussy,” Becky sneered, leaping quickly to her feet.
As Caitlyn glared furiously at her, Becky practically danced over to Liz. Taking her lover firmly by the shoulders, she guided Liz back to the couch.
“I knew you could do it,” Becky whispered, settling Liz onto the ratty cushion. With firm hands, she pulled her lover’s knees apart. “Try not to come too quickly,” Becky added softly.
Leaping back to her feet, Becky spun to face Caitlyn and stopped suddenly. For a moment, she just had to stand there and stare at the other woman. The formerly haughty and commanding dominatrix looked oddly lost and vulnerable as she stood, her lower half bare and pale except for the dark strip of hair above her pussy. Her cruel face was flushed. Her corseted cleavage was still shiny with a mixture of saliva and semen. Becky felt a rush of savage desire at the sight.
“Now,” Becky barked, “you will get down on your hands and knees and pleasure my sub until she comes. And I will beat your ass while you do.”
Caitlyn quivered, glaring defiantly at Becky. Her eyes raked the audience, lingering on the professor. He simply stared back at her.
“Well?” Becky sneered.
Caitlyn took a step forward, but Becky’s hand flew up.
“I said on your knees,” Becky snapped. “Crawl.”
Staring daggers at Becky, her face almost as red as her corset, Caitlyn lowered herself to her hands and knees. Stiffly, she crawled over to Liz and lowered her face between the brunette’s legs. Liz gave a deep sigh and settled back against the ratty couch as Caitlyn started to lick her.
Glancing around, Becky spotted a hard-looking crop sitting near the frame from which Caitlyn’s Toy still hung, his thick dick now hanging softly. Picking up the crop, Becky smiled at him. Without really thinking, she reached out and wrapped her fingers around his thick member. Slowly, she pumped her hand up and down, feeling his slick meat begin to harden under her touch. His dark eyes stared past her, toward, Becky realized, his mistress and the brunette cock-sucker who had bested them both. Becky gave his dick one more hard squeeze before turning her attention in the same direction.
“What the hell happened to you?” Becky almost lunged off the bed as Liz came through the door of the small studio apartment.
Becky had still been asleep when Liz had left for art class. The sight of her friend – despite weeks of shared living space and passionate sex Becky still wouldn’t allow herself to think of Liz as her girlfriend – was startling. Liz’s provocative miniskirt and halter top, clearly without bra, was really only a little more extreme than her usual attire, hardly worth surprise. The drops of dried blood spattered on the milky curve of her full breast and the edge of the top, however, along with the wad of bloodstained tissues which the coed held to her ear as a crude bandage was more of a shock. Liz’s long curly brown hair was tousled and disarrayed. She looked… Becky hesitated. Liz looked strangely wild, almost feral. Becky found she wasn’t sure whether she wanted to rush to Liz’s side or back away slowly.
“I got fucked,” Liz smiled at Becky, in a way that wasn’t at all reassuring, while dropping her bag on the bed they shared. Behind Liz, a tall dark man stepped into the apartment, closing the door lightly. Derrick.
Becky sucked in a tense breath, jealously surging through her momentarily, obliterating her half hearted denials about her feelings for Liz. Derrick was the definition of darkly handsome: dark hair, dark eyes, dark clothes, but strangely without the goth pretentiousness that should have come with it. He radiated an air of confidence and control that was thrilling and frightening all at once. Becky’s feelings toward Derrick were no less intense and confusing than her feelings toward Liz.
“You,” Becky seethed at him. Derrick regarded her mildly, his face betraying nothing of his mind.
Momentarily confused, Liz looked from one to the other, struck by the contrast between the passionate, blonde coed and the controlled, dark grad student.
“Becky, no,” Liz said, suddenly comprehending, “Derrick just walked me home. You know he would never…” Liz smiled, “well, unless you said it was ok.”
Derrick inclined his head slightly, acknowledging the point without saying anything. His dark eyes never left Becky’s. Becky looked away, trying to conceal her unwillingness to meet his gaze for long behind her jealous anger.
“But,” Becky stammered, reaching toward Liz’s bloody ear, “what happened? Are you ok? Who did this?”
“Professor Ashton, my art teacher,” Liz almost cheered, sounding triumphant. She lowered her hand from her ear, glancing down at the bloody tissue. “He was a little rough, but it was ok.” Seeing the concern in Becky’s eyes, Liz smiled, “It’s ok. Really. I’m going to get cleaned up.” With a smile and a deliberate wag of her hips, Liz turned and swayed into the apartment’s small bathroom.
“God, she is such a slut,” Becky cursed, practically quivering with jealousy. She wheeled to face Derrick only to be brought up short by the flash of anger on the man’s normally composed face. “What?”
“I don’t like the way John Ashton treats women,” Derrick said, his usually soft voice thick with menace.
“Derrick, you’re a dom,” Becky said, in puzzled shock. “I’ve personally watched you put clothes pins on a helpless woman’s nipples and beat her with a stick.” The blonde coed turned away, to hide her sudden blush at the memory. In getting to know Liz and Derrick, Becky had found her sexual horizons expanding in surprising ways.
“That’s different,” Derrick said dismissively.
“Whatever,” Becky snapped. “Where does she get off fucking her art teacher, anyway?”
“I believe she got off while bent over a table in the art room,” Derrick replied smoothly, clearly unwilling even in his own frustrated anger to let the straight line pass.
“What?” Becky whipped around to stare at him, “Did you watch?”
“No, but as I said, I know the way Ashton treats women,” Derrick replied. Then his dark eyes glittering as amusement briefly overcame his anger. “Also, I could hear her. Liz can be quite a screamer.”
“I’ll make her scream,” Becky snapped, then shouted, “Liz, get your ass out here.”
“I should go,” Derrick said softly.
“You stay right where you are,” Becky snarled.
Derrick raised an eyebrow, smiling slightly. For a moment, Becky felt the air of absolute confident command that Derrick usually kept carefully masked. For a moment, Becky wanted to sink to her knees and beg him to forgive her for snapping at him. She pushed the feeling aside, but still changed her tone.
“Please,” she added. Becky couldn’t command him, but she could ask. She wasn’t altogether sure why she wanted him here. Only that she did.
Liz came out of the bathroom, fidgeting as she checked the band-aid she had tried to wrap around her bleeding ear. She had cleaned the blood off her neck and breast, and the thin straps of her halter top hung loose around her arms. She stopped, looking from Derrick’s smooth composed face to Becky’s flushed, passionate one.
“Let me get this straight,” Becky snapped, trying to sound firm and commanding. “Your art teacher fucked you.”
“Yeah,” Liz smiled back.
“You walk into this home that we share and tell me you let you art teacher fuck you,” Becky felt her jealous rage rising like a wave.
“Um,” Liz hesitated.
“You’re mine,” Becky snarled. “You don’t fuck anybody without my permission!”
“Becky, I’m sorry,” Liz said quietly. She’d been flirting with Professor Ashton long before she’d met Becky. The consummation of the chase had been completely separate in her mind from her relationship with the pretty blonde coed. Liz hadn’t even thought about the idea that Becky might be upset.
“What,” Becky snarled. Her breath was coming in short, heavy gasps. She could feel her body growing warm with passion. Her nipples visibly hardened against her t-shirt.
Liz looked at her blankly, shaken and silent in the face of Becky’s anger.
Becky stalked across the apartment until she was almost touching the other woman.
Looming over Liz by the difference in their heights, Becky glared down at her. Liz looked up at the blonde coed, meeting her eyes meekly. Becky grabbed Liz’s chin and kissed her passionately. She felt her lips bruise against Liz’s teeth with the force of their embrace, her tongue thrust almost violently into the other woman’s mouth. Liz moaned, her body melting against Becky’s. After a moment, Becky sharply pulled her face away from Liz.
“What did you say,” Becky snarled quietly.
“I’m sorry, mistress,” Liz replied meekly. “I shouldn’t fuck anyone without your permission, mistress. I belong to you. Only to you.”
Becky felt as if she couldn’t breathe. She loomed over Liz, trying to be menacing and controlled. Trying to ignore the weakness in her knees as the intensity of her feeling for the other woman briefly overwhelmed her.
“I did wrong,” Liz continued, her eyes downcast, “I deserve to be punished.”
“Yes,” Becky answered hoarsely. “Is that what you think?”
“Please, mistress,” Liz begged, her downcast eyes briefly flicking up to her lover’s face, then away. “Please punish me.”
“Take your clothes off,” Becky replied, her voice heavy.
“While Derrick is here, mistress?” Liz whispered coyly.
Right, Becky thought, Derrick who is standing behind us watching this. Which, she realized, was part of what she wanted.
“Derrick,” Becky said loudly enough for him to hear her.
“Yes,” Derrick’s cool voice replied.
“Liz needs to be punished for her indiscretion,” Becky said.
“She is yours.” Derrick said evenly, “You are free to do what you will.”
“I would like you to witness her punishment,” Becky continued in a rush. There, she’d said it.
“I would be pleased to do so,” Derrick replied and Becky thought she heard the desire in his voice.
Becky turned her attention back to Liz. “I gave you a command, slut.”
“Yes, my mistress,” Liz said huskily.
The curvy brunette coed stepped out into the middle of the room, where both Becky and Derrick could see her clearly. With a smooth, sensual motion she pulled her halter top over her head and tossed it at Becky’s feet. The pale skin of her firm, full breasts and taut belly seemed to shine in the light. Becky could see the faint bruising around one her hard nipples. With a slow smile, Liz untied her wrap-around miniskirt and let it fall to floor. The brunette turned slowly, displaying her firm ass, but all Becky could see was the red, swollen lips of Liz’s clean shaven pussy. She imagined she could see the shine of the art professor’s cum on her lover’s wet folds.
“The table.” Becky said, with a sudden inspiration, “Bend over the table. You liked to be bent over a table and fucked so much. Now you’ll be bent over and punished.”
Obediently, Liz turned and bent herself over the apartment’s small dining table, presenting her raised ass to her mistress. Between her firm thighs, Becky could still see the slick, swollen folds of Liz’s pussy.
Eyes fixed on Liz’s wet pussy, Becky stalked across the room and delivered a powerful blow to Liz’s upturned backside. Liz yelped at the sudden sharp stinging pain. Becky unleashed all her jealously and frustration into a furious rain of open hand blows the feel on Liz’s firm, upturned ass. The brunette coed yelped and twitched with each slap.
“Punish me, mistress,” Liz moaned, “Punish me.”
Becky continued remorselessly. Her hand stung from the force of the blows she delivered. Liz’s ass grew red under the rain of blows. Liz’s yelps became gasps and cries. Her body writhed under Becky’s hands, trying to escape the pain of the savage spanking.
“I’m sorry, mistress,” Liz sobbed. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
Panting, Becky stopped. Her hand ached and Liz’s ass was bright red. Spanking was a regular part of their lovemaking but this, Becky realized, was something more. Becky felt breathless and giddy. She turned and look at Derrick.
The dark haired man stood silently where he had been, unmoving. His dark eyes bored into her and, not for the first time, Becky wondered if he could see straight into her head. Only the hard bulge straining against his tight black jeans betrayed what was going on in his head.
“I’m sorry, mistress,” Liz continued to pant.
Becky laid her hand lightly against Liz’s red ass, stroking it. The brunette twitched and whimpered at the touch, but Becky’s eyes stayed locked on Derrick. How far do I go, she wondered to herself.
Turning suddenly, Becky stalked across the apartment to Liz’s wide old bed. Without pretense, the blonde pulled her t-shirt over her head and tossed it aside. Her breasts, smaller and firmer than Liz’s, swayed in cool air. Dropping down to sit on the edge of the bed, she quickly pulled her shorts and panties off and threw them as far across the room as she could. Since starting with Liz, Becky had shaven her pussy into a neat strip. Now under Derrick’s dark, dominating gaze, without clothes and almost bare of hair, she felt more naked than she ever had before.
Becky fixed her eyes on Liz, still bent over the dining table, her red ass raised in the air. Liz was a total slut, Becky thought. Willing to give it up any time, any place, to almost any one. Once, Becky had hated that as much as she had hated the brunette for her large breasts, taut belly, firm ass. But Liz was Becky’s slut now. Hers, completely and totally.
“Come here, lezzie Lizzie,” Becky growled. “Crawl over here and please your mistress.”
Liz slid, liquidly, off the table and down to her knees. Arching like a cat, she turned to drop to all fours and crawled toward her mistress. Her heavy breasts swayed as she crossed the room. She cast a single, smoldering glance at Derrick, then fixed her eyes on Becky until she knelt before her mistress.
Becky slid to the edge of the bed, spreading her legs wide. Without waiting, Liz lowered her face between her lover’s thighs. Her tongue darted out, parting the wet folds of Becky’s pussy. The blonde coed moaned as the fevered desire she hadn’t realized she was feeling washed over her.
“Oh god, Lizzie,” Becky moaned, “My Lizzie… my beautiful Lizzie… Oh, yes. There. Oh, god… yes!”
Becky’s fingers tangled themselves in Liz’s curly brown hair, pulling the other woman’s face harder against her wet pussy. Becky’s hips rocked as Liz’s tongue probed deeply into her wet folds. Becky groaned wildly as the seeking tongue lashed against her sensitive clit.
“That’s it,” Becky cried, “Oh my beautiful slut… yes, just like that. Don’t stop, Lizzie. Ooooo… don’t… stop.”
Liz buried her face into Becky’s pussy, her tongue working feverishly. She moaned as Becky’s fingers clenched in her hair, pulling her close.
“Oh… oh… oh, god, Lizzie,” Becky screamed. “Yes… yes… yyyyeeeessss!”
Becky convulsed, curling inward around the center of pleasure when Liz’s frantic tongue touched her pulsing clit. Pleasure rocked her to her core, blinding and ferocious. Liz’s tongue continued to softly lap at her, sending sparks of sensation through her, waves of pleasure so intense they verged on agony.
“Stop,” Becky moaned, finally pushing Liz’s head away, “Oh god, stop. That’s enough.”
Shaking, Becky collapsed on the bed. Slowly, she looked up to see Derrick standing over them. Becky moaned as another tiny wave of pleasure washed over her at the realization of what the tall, dark man had witnessed. Glancing down, she saw Liz still kneeling in front of her. Smiling, Becky brushed her hand through Liz’s hair.
“My Lizzie,” Becky sighed softly.
Slowly, Becky pulled herself back up to sit on the edge of the bed. She turned to face Derrick, leaning back to display her full, flushed naked body.
“Derrick,” Becky said softly, “I want to thank you, for walking Liz home.”
“Most kind of you,” Derrick answered in his soft, powerful voice. His dark eyes swept down across Becky’s body, lingering in places that made Becky shudder inwardly. Derrick’s gaze lowered further to examine Liz where she knelt. Becky saw Liz’s breath quicken, her breasts heaving and her body quivering slightly under Derrick’s intense dark eyes.
Becky took a deep breath, preparing herself for a plunge.
“Liz,” Becky said, surprised by how ragged her own sounded, “I want you to thank Derrick properly for his kindness.”
Derrick turned his eyes back to Becky. She imagined she could feel his gaze, like the feather-light touch of cold steel sliding along her leg, up her belly, lingering over her pert breasts and hard nipples, before finally resting on her face. Becky met that dark gaze, refusing to be intimidated by the things she was firmly pretending she didn’t see there.
“I’ll do whatever you wish, mistress,” Liz’s voice cut through the hypnotic power of those dark eyes. Becky could hear Liz’s unashamed desire for Derrick.
“Suck him,” Becky commanded hoarsely, “suck his cock, Lizzie.”
Without visible haste, his dark eyes still locked on Becky’s, Derrick unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out his shaft.
Almost holding her breath, Becky dropped her gaze downward and gave a slight sigh. The rational part of her mind emerged from hiding for a moment to note that Derrick’s penis was almost shockingly normal, lacking the piercings, tattoos or monstrous proportions her imagination might conjure. Not, Becky insisted to herself that she had ever spent time imagining Derrick’s penis. Like the rest of him it was lean, sturdy and neat. His public hair was almost completely shaven and his hard shaft rose between his legs proudly.
While Becky stared, Liz crawled forward to kneel in front of the dark man. Reaching out, Liz took hold of Derrick’s jeans and pulled them slowly down to his ankles. Derrick watched her, then calmly pulled his shirt up over his head and tossed it aside, while stepping neatly out of his pants. He stood naked before the two coeds. Becky felt awed by his supreme confidence, even naked, and cursed herself for being so affected by him.
Becky watched as Liz ran her hands up Derrick’s pale, muscular legs. Liz cupped his balls, light caressing them before leaning forward. Her dark curly hair fell around her face, blocking Becky’s view of exactly what Liz was doing, but Derrick moaned softly, arching his back. His long-fingered hand tangled itself in Liz’s hair, pulling her face closer.
Derrick’s other hand reached out to Becky. His dark eyes, shining now with lust, bored into her. Without words, he seemed to invite her to come to him. Becky rose to her feet and walked to his side. Derrick slid his arm around her back, pulling her close to him. His free hand cupped her pert breast. His fingers teased her nipple. Their faces were so close that they almost touched, and he smiled at her. For a breathless moment, Becky though he might kiss her, but he turned and looked back down at Liz, kneeling before him. He pushed Liz’s hair back so they both could see her face as the brunette coed continued to lick and suck Derrick’s balls.
Becky looked down at Liz, and the brunette’s bright blue eyes looked back up at her. Eyes locked on Becky’s face, Liz licked her way slowly up Derrick’s shaft. She swirled her tongue lovingly over the tip, then lowered her lips down over his dick. Derrick moaned. His hand tightened on Becky’s breast, squeezing her nipple.
Becky shuddered and pressed her naked body heavily against Derrick’s lean frame. She watched in amazement as Liz slid her mouth down Derrick’s dick. The brunette slowly bobbed her head up and down, each time swallowing more of the hard shaft. Derrick began to rock his hips, pushing deeper into Liz’s mouth. Becky watched in awe as Liz struggled to accommodate him. She saw Liz convulse as Derrick pushed against the back of her throat, making her gag. Derrick paused, waiting a moment for Liz to steady herself, then pushed harder. Becky’s eyes widened as his entire shaft disappeared into Liz’s eager mouth.
Derrick groaned. His fingers tightened in Liz’s hair, holding her head still while he fucked her face with demanding thrusts. His other hand continued to massage Becky’s breast, his fingers hot against her skin. Becky’s hand caressed his firm chest. Her fingers tangled in his hair. He turned to look at her, their faces almost touching. His dark eyes burned with passion. Hungrily, Becky closed the distance between them, kissing him passionately. She moaned into his mouth.
“I want you,” Becky gasped when she finally pulled away. “Fuck me. Right now.”
Derrick smiled. With a deep sigh, he pulled his hard shaft from Liz’s mouth. Gasping, her face and breasts slick with saliva and pre-cum, Liz fell back onto her heels. Becky saw Liz’s hand between her legs and knew the brunette was vigorously rubbing her clit. Becky barely had time to think of it as Derrick turned to her. With steady unhesitating pressure, he pushed Becky backward. Becky’s legs hit the bed suddenly, and she gave a panicked yelp as she fell back onto the bed.
Derrick loomed over Becky, the power of his gaze holding her as he climbed onto the bed. Slowly, inexorably, his powerful hands closed over her wrists, holding her arms in place. His weight pushed down on her, pinning her to the bed. Becky looked up into Derrick’s eyes and gasped.
She had always known there was a kind of power behind his eyes, tightly controlled. She always carefully ignored it, denied it, pretended she didn’t believe it. Now that power was unleashed. His dark eyes, raw, elemental and unforgiving, stripped away her pretensions, laid bare her fears and her desires. Becky saw the deepest, darkest recesses of her heart reflected in those terrible dark eyes. Becky was terrified.
“Let go,” Derrick’s voice was a whisper, perhaps more thought than heard. “Surrender. You want this.”
“Oh god,” Becky moaned.
Derrick lowered his face to hers. His lips covered hers. His tongue probed her mouth. The kiss was irresistible, unstoppable. Becky moaned as Derrick’s kiss unleashed her desire. She arched under him, helpless in the face of his power. It was like a fire, consuming her. She wanted him. She wanted to be consumed, completely. Slowly, patiently, he kissed his way down her neck, his tongue leaving a trail of fire across her skin.
It wasn’t that Mina liked doing homework, but she did like spending time with Kana, her college roommate. Mina had worried about room-mate assignments: it was her first semester, first time away from home, first time she was responsible for absolutely everything. But Kana was great. Even though they were so different: Mina had always been a hard worker, serious and diligent (despite the fact that most schoolwork came easy to her). She was quiet and reserved, almost shy. If she thought about it at all, she might attributed her character to being the only daughter of a somewhat domineering father and younger sister to a favoured son.
Kana however was outgoing and vivacious; within the first two weeks of the semester, she seemed to know everyone, been invited everywhere and become involved in all sorts of extra-curricular activities. While Mina was pretty enough—slender and fit—Kana’s generous smile and generally bouncy personality seemed to imbue her innate good looks with something extra: it may have been sexiness. Kana was very frank too; although she didn’t go out of her way to curse, she wasn’t embarrassed by hearing—or using—four-letter words. And while they’d never discussed it specifically, Mina was pretty sure that Kana was not a virgin, as she was.
But Kana was not a great student. Oh, she was smart enough, but just didn’t think that class-work was the most important part of the college experience. Kana was there to learn about life, and if the courses helped, fine; if they got in the way, they could easily be dispensed with. Mina was happy to help her; with another girl, Mina might have felt as if she were being taken advantage of, but she could tell that for all her general sociability, Kana really liked her. So when they were teamed up on a big project for their Western Civ-101 class, Mina was glad to help.
And Kana certainly needed all the help she could get.
“I just don’t get the point,” she would say. “It all happened so long ago—who cares?”
Mina tried to explain the “point” of history, but didn’t push it. Kana mightn’t have been convinced of the theory, but she was a team-player and willing to do her share of the work; she might have expressed a cavalier attitude to grades and classes, but she was determined to make a success of her college career as well.
When the first term break came up, Mina was a little worried about their project. “Will you be able to work on this when you go home?” she asked Kana.
“Oh, I’m not going home this break,” she said. “My family are out of the country and I couldn’t bear to be home alone for that long weekend. None of my old friends will be around either.”
“You’ll be here alone though, no?”
“Looks like,” Kana said resignedly. “It’s going to be pretty quiet in the dorm, huh? Maybe I actually can get some work done. Or maybe not,” she giggled.
Mina was a little disturbed. Not that Kana wouldn’t be working on the project; that could be overcome. She just hated to see her friend all alone, especially someone as social as Kana. That evening after dinner, Mina phoned her father and asked if she could bring a guest for the weekend. When she explained the situation, her father readily acquiesced.
“We could get some work done if we spent the weekend together,” Mina said as they were getting ready for bed. Kana unhooked her bra and massaged her breasts; she was very comfortable with nudity and though Mina had to hide her discomfort at first, she’d gradually become used to it and even felt free to go without a robe herself, something she hadn’t ever done in the past.
“You’d stay here with me?” Kana asked.
“No, I was thinking you could come home with me. I’ve already asked my father and he agreed. I’d be honoured to have you visit my home.”
“And I’d be honoured to accept,” Kana replied, with a tear forming in her eye. She went to Mina and hugged her. “That’s the nicest thing anyone’s done for me in a long time,” she said. “You really are a good friend, Mina.”
Mina returned her hug and felt a strange sensation course through her body as her arms touched Kana’s naked shoulders and back. Since Mina was still in her bra and panties, it didn’t register that the other girl’s breasts were touching hers. A strange sensation, yes, and new; but inexplicably pleasurable.
Trying to minimize the obvious generosity of the gesture, Mina said that she was only concerned about the project, but her broad smile betrayed her attempt to act the grind. Kana certainly wasn’t buying it: she kissed Mina on the lips and smacked her bum playfully. Mina was too young and inexperienced to comprehend the frisson she was feeling.
Over the next few days the girls made preparations for their weekend at Mina’s. Kana demanded to know everything about Mina’s household, about her stern father and obnoxious older brother.
“Oh yeah, Akira acts like the ‘big man on campus’, the big stud. He’s a super-jock, on all the sports teams. And he always has a bimbo hanging off him.”
“I bet he’s got a big cock, huh?” Kana asked.
“Kana!” Mina blurted. “How should I know that?”
“You mean you’ve never seen him naked?” she asked, incredulously.
“Of course not. Nor would I want to,” Mina replied, offended.
“Not even a little curious?” she taunted, enjoying Mina’s discomfort. “I know I’d be checking him out.”
“Well you may if you get the opportunity. But he’s my brother.” And then she added, somewhat wistfully, “I’ve never seen any boy naked. Except for the little kids I minded while baby-sitting, of course.”
“Well we’ll have to fix that situation, sister,” Kana said with a wink.
That Friday evening when they arrived at Mina’s home, they were greeted by her parents with great enthusiasm and warmth. Kana indeed felt humbled and honoured by her treatment, and enjoyed the meal prepared by Mina’s mother. She also quite enjoyed flirting with Akira, which caused Mina to blush profusely. Kana found him even better than Mina described: tall and muscled, his tight t-shirt hinted at a well-formed chest and abdomen; his slender hips and shapely butt were clad in tight faded jeans.
Akira seemed immune to Kana’s flirts, however, and as the dinner conversation covered a variety of topics and events, it slowly dawned on Kana that the boy was a bit dim. She remembered Mina referring to his “bimbo” girlfriends; it seemed appropriate somehow. Akira excused himself before the dessert was finished, saying he was off on a date. The girls helped Mina’s mother clean the table and clean the kitchen and they had just joined her father in the television room when he rose and announced that he and his wife had an engagement with friends across town.
“You girls will of course be able to entertain yourselves, I’m sure,” he said almost apologetically. “We should be back around midnight,” her mother said as they left the house. The girls slumped into the sofa in front of the television set, idly flipping through the channels, settling on nothing.
“I’m a terrible hostess,” Mina said. “You’re bored, don’t deny it. I’m bored, myself—you must be going crazy.”
“So, let’s do something. Something naughty,” Kana said with a sly grin.
“You’re terrible!” Mina laughed, but added, “What do you have in mind?”
“Let’s go through your brother’s things and see what incriminating stuff we can find. I bet he’s got a cache of things that would embarrass the hell out of him if found.”
“No, no! That’s awful!” she giggled. “We couldn’t. We shouldn’t.”
“We should…I bet he’s got all sorts of porn. Imagine the goofy look on his face if you dropped the name of his favourite DVD! Come on, let’s go.” Kana ran up stairs to the bedrooms with Mina close behind her; they listened at Akira’s door, and slowly squeaked the door open in spite of knowing the boy was out. Mina went to peer out the window; she was nervous. But Kana went straight to his dresser and opened the bottom drawer: “It’s always in the bottom drawer,” she said. “So obvious.” And after shifting her hand under the sweaters and hoodies, she cried out: “Bingo.”
She took out a large manila envelope with a broken clasp and dumped the contents on the bed: three DVDs and a two-year-old Hustler magazine spilled out. Kana picked up the discs and glanced at the titles: Barely Legal Cum Sluts (5), Girls Gone Wild—Spring Break ’06, Sapphic Explosion 8: Asian Edition.
“Kind of disappointing,” Kana said, noticing that Mina was paging through the Hustler. “I guess with all the porn on the Internet, there’s not much need to keep hard-copies, huh? See anything you like?”
Mina swallowed hard, unsure of how to answer. She’s stopped at a photo-spread depicting an absurdly large-breasted blonde in various positions with two guys wielding extraordinarily large cocks.
“Are they all like that?” Mina asked softly.
Kana laughed. “Oh god, no. Those are monsters—you’ll probably never find such a thing in real life. But seriously, you never saw a hard-on before? I can’t believe it! My sheltered sister.” Kana kissed Mina’s lips and once again there was that inexplicably pleasant feeling. But she also noticed that she was damp between her legs and embarrassed, hoping Kana couldn’t tell.
Just then they heard the loud putt-putting of the tuned exhaust system of Akira’s car revving in the driveway. “Quick!” Mina yelled, and Kana scooped up the DVDs and magazine, slipping them back into the envelope and back into under the sweatshirts in the bottom drawer.
“Leave the light on, leave the light on,” Kana said in a whispered cry as they heard the front door open, “He’ll never remember he turned it off.” Mina gave the bed-spread a quick tug to hide the wrinkles and then noticed a last DVD on floor which must have slid off the bed. With no time to get it back in the drawer, she slipped the disc into the back of her jeans just as Akira was climbing the stairs. Kana was in her room, sitting on the bed, laughing uncontrollably.
“You’re home early,” Mina said flatly. “What happened to your date?”
“Mind your own business,” he barked back. “Becky’s coming over and I don’t want you telling Mom or Dad, hear me? Just because you’re back for a weekend doesn’t mean I have to rearrange my life.”
“Don’t worry,” Mina replied, backing into her room so the disc wouldn’t be seen, “You’ll have your privacy.” She shut the door and turned to Kana, bulging out her eyes and bursting into laughter as she fell on the bed besides her. “You missed one! This was on the floor! He’d have surely known…Oh my god, that was awful!”
The girls laughed and then Kana picked up the disc: Sapphic Explosion 8: Asian Edition. “At least it’s a good one. Wanna watch it?”
Mina hadn’t seen the title and asked naively, “Will there be large dicks?”
Kana laughed. “Not in this one, Mina. It’s all girls, silly,” she said tossing the cover back across the bed.
“All girls? Really? Why would he have something like this? Gay women?” She studied the cover, decorated with pretty petite Asian women who looked much like her roommate or herself.
“You’d be surprised at the things boys like,” Kana said. They heard a car door slam and Kana jumped up, turned out the light and went to the window. “Who is it?” she asked. Mina looked out the window and saw a busty blonde come up the walk and disappear under the porch roof.
“I don’t know,” she said, “but she’s not Asian. Our father would be annoyed.” The doorbell rang and they heard Akira bounce down the stairs to the front door.
“Quick,” Kana said, grabbing her jacket, “Let’s go. Tell him we’re going out for a while.”
“What? Where?” Mina yelped, animated by her friend’s excitement and collecting her own jacket.
“Just follow me. Tell him we’ll be back in a few hours.”
The girls went down the stairs and saw Akira kissing the blonde in the foyer. Mina coughed discretely to attract their attention and then said the line Kana had given her. Kana eyed the girl contemptuously as Akira led her by the hand to the stairs. “Don’t let the door hit you in the ass, sis,” he said, eliciting a giggle from the blonde as they disappeared up the stairs.
Mina opened the front door but Kana eased her aside and shut it again, with some force. “Okay, now,” she whispered, holding her index finger before he lips and indicating for Mina to go back to her room. They crept quickly and quietly up the stairs and closed the door, laughing silently in the dark. Kana slipped off her jacket and started to get undressed and indicated for Mina to do the same. When they were down to their bras and panties, Mina asked, “Now what?”
“Now we listen,” Kana said, with a smile. “I bet we’ll hear them fucking soon.” They heard music coming from the boy’s room and could make out voices but not what was being said. Mina got on her hands and knees and put her ear to the wall between the rooms. Kana looked at her tight little butt in the air and involuntarily licked her lips before kneeling next to her. She draped one arm across Mina’s lower back and wondered what it would be like to have sex with her.
“Listen to this!” Mina hissed, “He’s asking her to suck him.”
Kana put her ear to the wall as well. That’s it, baby, suck it good. You make me so hard She felt the moisture forming between her legs, and glanced at Mina who was lost in rapt attention.
“I wish I could see her sucking him,” Kana said softly. “I can’t believe you’ve never seen his cock. This is making me wet.”
Mina gulped and whispered, “Me too.” You like that, don’t you, bitch. Like me fingering you while you suck my huge dick. Come here and sit on my face. Mina gasped. “He’s going to lick her pussy,” she hissed.
Nice, baby. I’m glad you shaved for me. “I wish someone would lick my cunt,” Kana said. “I’m really getting wet.”
Mina merely whispered again, “Me too.” She turned and looked at her friend. “What do you think that means? ‘Shaved for him’. Shaved her legs?”
Kana giggled at Mina’s innocence. “She shaved her pussy, silly. Don’t you?”
“I never have,” she replied. “Do you do it?”
Kana sat back and spread her legs. The fabric of her panties was damp when she pulled it aside to let Mina gaze upon her hairless pussy. Mina swallowed hard, her eyes locked on Kana’s pussy, the labia puffy and glazed with oozing juice. She reached her hand out towards her friend and then stopped and looked into her eyes. “Can I touch it?” she asked.
“God, yes, someone better touch me,” Kana said. “But I want to touch yours too.”
Mina leaned forward and ran her fingers lightly over the slick flesh between Kana’s legs; she touched all around the perimeter and wished she could peel off Kana’s panties altogether. “You’re so wet,” Mina said with some disbelief; without asking for further permission, she inserted her finger between Kana’s labia and touched her clit. Kana moaned and sighed. She looked into Mina’s eyes and said, “I want you,” as she leaned forward to kiss her. She slipped her tongue into Mina’s mouth who responded with enthusiasm. Mina’s finger was still rubbing her clit as she reached around and unhooked the clasps on her bra, letting it fall between them. She massaged Mina’s nipples: hard and begging to be sucked.
“Let me see you,” Kana said, and Mina stood up and removed her panties. Little droplets of moisture glistened on the stiff, black pubic hairs which covered her mound. All her modesty and reticence melted away in lust. Kana removed her bra and panties and stood to take Mina in her arms. Their breasts pushed together as their tongues once again found each other. Mina was surprised when Kana thrust her fingers into her dripping quim, but accepted her gratefully. No one had ever touched her there before and she was so excited. This was much better than any time she’d ever masturbated. She began lightly thrusting her hips against Kana’s hand, hoping she’d push her fingers even deeper.
Kana kissed her neck and shoulders before allowing her tongue to dance across Mina’s nipples. It wasn’t possible for them to be stiffer and Kana began to suck hard on one, pinching the other between the fingers of her free hand even as she kept the others churning in Mina’s pussy. “Oh, god,” Mina gasped, “Oh. My. God.”
Kana turned her slightly and pushed her down onto the bed, leaving her legs dangling over the end. She brought the fingers dripping with Mina’s juice to her mouth and slowly licked them all around, like she might an ice-cream cone, before inserting them into her mouth. Mina gasped as she watched, and began stroking her clit.
“Tasty,” Kana said. “I knew you would be.” She wasted no time falling to her knees and lowering her face to Mina’s dripping cunt. She pushed away Mina’s fingers roughly and sucked her clit between her lips causing Mina to moan loudly. “Shush!” Kana said before diving back to attack her cunt and Mina bit down on her hand to stifle herself. She was writhing beneath Kana who reached a hand up to stroke and pinch her nipple; she was close to orgasm now. She felt it building and was afraid that she wouldn’t be able to control her moans and whimpers. She wanted to cry out.
Kana could sense it too. She locked her lips around Mina’s clit and slipped two fingers into her gaping cunt. That was just what was needed to send her over the edge: Mina began bucking her hips off the bed, twisting and turning her body, thrashing on the bed. Beads of sweat had formed on her brow; her hair was moist and tousled. It was the most intense orgasm of her life.
Kana felt as though she was on fire. She too was sweating and the carpet under where she’d knelt was damp with the juice that had dripped from her cunt. Mina’s juice coated her face. She climbed up on the bed, straddling the other girl and kissed her roughly, fairly wiping her face on Mina’s lips while grinding their pussies together. They didn’t talk, merely looked into each other’s eyes and Mina nodded. Kana slid her body up and lowered her cunt to her friend’s face, thrilled at the feel of her tongue gently, tentatively probing her hole. Although she was in a near frenzy to come, she realised Mina would need to be nurtured, her inexperience with any sex meant she couldn’t be rushed.
But as she had been all her life, Mina proved to be a quick study. Her hands went to Kana’s ass, kneading the soft flesh and encouraging her to thrust harder against her mouth. She loved the feeling and taste of Kana’s cunt against her face, and revelled in the little gasps she could cause when her tongue glanced across her hard clit. And when she touched Kana’s asshole with her fingertips and the girl ground her pussy down on her mouth, she knew she’d found a clue to making her orgasm. Mina pushed up on her ass cheeks and licked around the opening of her ass, causing Kana to moan louder and rock her hips faster and faster.
Indeed, Kana was coming, hard. With Mina’s tongue laving her ass, her clit throbbed, sending jolts of electricity through her womb. The spasm wracked her body and she felt a gush of fluid escape her pussy, drenching Mina’s face as she collapsed in a heaving heap.
“Wow,” Kana panted, “you’re a real natural. I can’t believe this is the first time you’ve ever had sex with a girl.”
Mina slid up next to her. “It’s the first time I’ve ever had sex with anyone,” she purred. “I’d always been too shy, too afraid of getting pregnant…too everything.” She cuddled with Kana. “So I guess this means I’m a lesbian, huh?”
“It means you’re horny, Mina—plain and simple,” she laughed. “But it’s good to know you don’t need a stupid boy to have fun, isn’t it? That’s what I like most about girly sex. Boys can be such jerks, though I have to admit there’s nothing like getting fucked with a nice hard cock.”
“Well I’m just happy if I don’t have to deal with that at all. At least not for a while.” She kissed Kana. “But I hope we can do this again.” Then they heard some moaning and yelps from the room next door. Both had completely forgotten about Akira and his girlfriend. “Stupid boys,” Mina said, causing them to giggle.
“You go on with the girls Ron, Sue and I will come up in a few minutes to watch the games.” Beth said, giving her blessing to his departure. Watching the tiny thong clad asses of Shannon and Courtney escort Ron up the beach toward the resort pool, Beth hoped she’d made the right call in sending Ron with two such sexy little hard bodies.
So Ron is Amy’s boyfriend? I thought Pam told Dave that they weren’t dating.” Sue asked almost as soon as Ron and the college girls were out of earshot.
Realizing their lie had been exposed, Beth responded in an effort to downplay the relationship, “Well, they really just started ‘dating’, if you can call it that, a couple of weeks ago. But Pam didn’t want Dave to get all freaked out about Amy having her boyfriend on vacation, so she told a little white lie. You won’t tell Dave will you?”
“No. If you will keep my Cialis a secret, I can certainly return the favor. Plus I understand how protective Dave is of Amy” Sue responded. She liked Beth and didn’t want to betray her trust, but her impression back on the boat of Amy had been one of a manipulative little teenager that had only recently figured out the secret of controlling men, including her own father. Knowing Ron was Amy’s boyfriend might prove to be an interesting piece of knowledge before this trip was over.
“The drinks are probably making me talk now, but….well, if Dave saw Ron in those trunks, and knew he was dating Amy, he’d sure enough freak out.” Sue said, feeling a growing heat beneath her bikini bottoms, yet trying to make a mild joke of the situation. “Sorry, I know I am talking about your son, but ……wow, I mean no wonder those college girls picked him to join them at the pool.”
The pause in the conversation as Beth tried to figure out the best way to respond was interpreted by Sue as Beth having been offended by her comment. “Um, I am so sorry, I just got a little carried away there, I shouldn’t talk about Ron that way.”
“Don’t worry about it, I mean, you look at coc, er penises for a living, I can’t expect you not to notice Ron’s. If the roles were reversed, I am sure I’d be thinking the same things you are, if not worse.” Beth replied, wanting to keep Sue at ease. ” I consider myself a ‘hip’ mom, but stumbling upon the revelation that your son is hung like a porn star is more challenging to deal with than I thought. I am trying to play it cool, and I sure couldn’t make him change from the new trunks after I had you and the sales girl agree to encourage him to buy them. I am even wearing one of my tiniest bikinis is some sort of twisted show of support for him to feel comfortable so exposed in public like he is.” Beth continued with her manipulative lies.
Before Sue could further the conversation, they heard the PA system by the pool announce the beginning of the games.
Beth stood, grabbed her by the hand and said, “Come on, let’s go see what’s going on at the pool. We need to stop talking about all this sexy stuff anyway, I think the tequila has taken control of our minds as it is, so we should change the subject before one of us says something to really embarrass ourselves.”
By the time the two half drunk and completely horny women reached the pool area, still wearing only their new skimpy bikinis, it was packed with partying college students, all crowding around the pool for the best view of a temporary stage that had been erected for the games.
Beth and Sue used their considerable sex appeal to squeeze past the assortment of jocks and partying frat boys making up more than half the crowd. After numerous lewd comments and more than a few not so subtle gropes, they were right up front.
They could not see Ron or the two girls, but after only a few moments, a stunning raven-haired girl emerged from behind the screen across the back of the stage. She was wearing leather hot pants that laced up the front, leather thigh high, spike heeled boots, and a matching black leather bustier, which displayed her ample cleavage. Her shiny hair was pulled back in a tight pony tail. All in all, she presented a rather imposing vision. Only then did Sue nudge Pam, pointing to a sign that indicated the sponsors of the contest were a web site called bound4plzr.com and one of the big tequila companies.
The leather clad girl began to work the crowd, “Hello my little play things! I am Hilda!” She barked into the microphone in a not too bad fake German accent. She produced a riding crop from one of the tables of props behind her and began to stroll along the edge of the stage, taunting those within reach with the crop. “Who wants to be my slave for the evening?”
The crowd erupted as most every male and numerous females seemed to be volunteering for the assignment.
“I don’t think anyone here has the stamina.” She laughed, “All this leather is making me all hot and bothered.” She continued, dipping her hand just inside the waist of her black shorts. The crowd exploded once again. “Enough about my problems, let’s get on with our fun, and see if anyone else can be made into an obedient slave for me today. Our first game today is called Blue Balls………let’s meet the slaves in waiting.”
Ron, Courtney, Shannon and the other contestants filed onto the stage, all still wearing only the bathing suits in which they had been attired when recruited from the beach. The crowd began to woof and whistle, as most all of the girls had obviously been selected for their curvaceous bodies proudly displayed in less than modest bikinis.
Sue thought that Ron looked noticeably uneasy standing there between the two attractive co-eds. The penis that had been such the topic of conversation just moments ago seemed to be a little frightened as well. Rather than the can’t-tear-your-eyes-away-bulge displayed on the beach, his trunks now snugly displayed just enough to warrant a second look, without screaming out that he was hung like a horse.
“Very goot!” exclaimed the leather babe, interrupting Sue’s wandering mind. “The object of our contest is for each team to gather as many pink ping pong balls from the pool as they can, and to collect only two blue balls.”
As she continued to explain the rules, Sue was diverted by the not-too-accidental friction coming from a short, body builder type standing directly behind her. Her first inclination was to pull away, but already pressed up against the stage, she had no where to go. He wasn’t being too aggressive, but was managing to randomly rub his apparently hardening penis against her ass. The events of the day seemed to have her ripe for the uninvited stimulation being directed her way. So, feeling increasingly naughty and horny, Sue decided to have some fun, and while never acknowledging his presence, would occasionally ever so slightly push her toned ass back into the college boy’s crotch.
Beth failed to notice Sue’s rather discreet dalliance, instead focusing intently as the events on the stage progressed. All the contestants were waiting to down the tequila shots generously supplied by the contest sponsors.
Ron had never taken a shot of tequila, or a shot of anything else for than matter, but as he bit into the lemon wedge, and the sour fruit subdued the after taste of the shot, he decided it wasn’t too bad. As the tequila began to swim around in his brain, the sexy hostess strolled up and down the line of contestants, passing out what appeared to be an extremely over sized pillow case, along with a small plastic bag.
“So that each team will have the same opportunity to gather the balls, each boy must be wearing the same trunks, and since there is no where for them to change, we are providing you your own privacy curtain.” The sexy hostess exclaimed. “So when I say ‘Go’, you should each pull the bag over your heads and change…….but first, to make things a little more interesting, we must make a couple of adjustments.”
The crowd again roared their approval, even thought they had no idea as to what lay ahead. Ron, even though he was rapidly feeling the tequila shot, effectively topping off the earlier drinks on the beach, was growing increasingly nervous about this contest into which he had been drafted.
“I would like the females to remove the contents of your bag, and secure your boy-toy’s hands behind his back,” came the command from leather girl. Any mock protests by the guys were quickly put to rest by her authoritative voice and prodding riding crop.
Ron rather quickly found himself in the same predicament as the other 3 boys in the contest, his wrists handcuffed together behind his back, unable to shield his bulging swim suit from the gaze of the boisterous crowd. Hilda continued with her instructions for the game, but Ron was more concerned with his steadily growing cock, and its increasingly obscene protrusion against his trunks.
Before he realized what was happening, one of Hilda’s assistants had confined Courtney and Shannon by having them wrap their arms around his waist, then handcuffing Shannon’s right wrist to Courtney’s left, and vice versa. The end result was that the two girls on each team encircled their “boy toy” with their arms, their bound wrists ensuring that they must work in tandem for the remainder of the competition.
As Courtney and Shannon stood on each side of Ron, their ensnared hands now dangerously close to both his ass and his crotch, Shannon leaned into his arm, the warm skin of her breasts pressing into him, and whispered, “Looks like you are having fun.”
She motioned with her head to his protruding trunks, just as Courtney allowed her hand to give his rather obvious cock head a quick but firm squeeze. Ron looked to the crowd, hoping that no one was really taking notice of his unmistakable excitement. To his dismay, numerous onlookers, both male and female were openly pointing at his erection. Most were laughing and giggling, although more than a couple of girls stared intently with facial expressions denoting both disbelief and lustful curiosity. Included in the later group were Beth, and Amy’s likely step-mother to be, Sue.
The boy behind Sue had become more persistent, and she could now tell he was completely hard, as he randomly rubbed his dick against her ass. It was obvious to her that his penis was much smaller than Ron’s. Even as she gazed up to the stage at Ron’s bulging trunks, she imagined how it might feel to have something so big and hard pressing against her ass, and she ground back a little more noticeably into her lucky admirer’s crotch.
Beth felt slightly bad for Ron, but then again, how sorry could she feel for a boy with a cock his size, and two sexy co-eds eagerly groping him without regard to their surroundings. Beth continued to observe Ron and the way he stood their helplessly handcuffed, and her mind began to modify some of her recurring fantasies she had been planning to fulfill during the remainder of their trip together.
Several of Hilda’s helpers came out and handed one of the girls a pair of white trunks, then placed the over sized bag over each threesome’s head, letting it drop down to just below their knees.
As they did so, Hilda continued with her instruction for the contest, “Now, when I say go, you are to remove your boy toy’s trunks, and assist him into the ones you have been given. As soon as you have done that, remove your bag and quickly proceed into the pool, where you are to retrieve as many balls as possible in the time allotted, and stuff them into your boy toy’s trunks, but remember, only two blue balls. Ready……Set……..Go!”
The filtered light penetrating the cloth material allowed the three teammates decent visibility as the girls began their task of getting Ron changed into the provided trunks.
“Okay, Shannon,” Courtney instructed, “You slip around and pull down from the rear, and I’ll take the front.”
“No fair!” Shannon protested, “if you get the front taking them off, we should switch places to get the new shorts on.”
Courtney agreed, and as they maneuvered the ¼ turn round Ron’s body, she added, “we have to be quick though, if we’re going to win the contest, so don’t get distracted, okay?”
Both girls giggled their agreement, even as they made every effort to rub their near naked bodies against Ron as they repositioned themselves for the task at hand. They quickly grasped the waistband of the foam green trunks and began to tug them downward. In only a matter of seconds, Ron’s cock sprang free and slapped against Courtney’s well toned abs.
“Umm, that feels nice, and so damn big!” Courtney stated as she steadily slid her body down against Ron and his now rock hard cock. Shannon was doing the same behind him, his cuffed hands feeling first her bikini covered crotch and now her full, soft tits as she squatted to pull the trunks further down his legs. Courtney continued her decent, as first her own rather impressive boobs raked across Ron’s erection and then her face did the same. She kept up her end of the task, pushing her hands, and therefore Ron’s trunks, further down, past his knees and calves. Her mouth, however, began a much more exciting, albeit brief, undertaking as she kissed and licked up the shaft of the granite hard cock bouncing against her face. Just as she managed to plant a kiss on the engorged head, Shannon helped Ron slip his feet from the trunks and exclaimed that it was time to rotate positions.
Ron was at a loss for words throughout the entire ordeal. It was all happening so fast, he didn’t know how to respond, or if he should protest, and as Courtney had begun using her lips and tongue to toy with his dick, protesting quickly became the last thing on his mind.
Beth and Sue watched as Shannon and Courtney began to undress Ron beneath the over sized white bag.
The fact that the bag stopped at around knee level meant that as the girls for each team crouched down to remove the trunks, their bodies from about mid-back down came into view. Their barely there bikini bottoms offered the audience a sexy image as they tugged away the only clothing each boy was wearing.
“Oh my God!” Sue blurted out, “Look how they scooted around, one of them has her face right in his crotch!”
Beth had indeed noticed, adding, “That little tramp is unbelievable, look at the way her head is moving under the cloth, it looks like she’s giving him a blowjob!”
Almost immediately, the sexy asses beneath the sheet began to shift around, until the girls had changed places. It was obvious that the new girl resumed with the oral attack on Ron’s cock as the girl in the rear attempted to coordinate their bound hands to help him step into the new, white trunks.
Ron was amazed at the boldness of Shannon and Courtney. Shannon didn’t hesitate, immediately stretching her lips wide, managing to wrap them around his pulsing and swollen cock head, all he while assisting Courtney is tugging the new trunks up his legs. All in all, his dick was in her mouth no more than 7 or 8 seconds. As they pulled the rather tight shorts up past his cum filled balls to the base of his dick, she allowed him to slip from her lips with an audible ‘pop’. The new trunks were pulled up and over as much of Ron’s swollen cock as possible, but an inch of so of shaft and the entire purplish head continued to jut up from the tight material. Just before her hands were forced to follow Courtney’s as she began to raise the bag up and over their bodies, Shannon managed to grasp Ron’s cock and tuck it safely over at an angle so that his pulsing head was trapped just beneath the snug waistband of the shorts.
Ron’s cock covered, but hardly concealed, he and the girls began their awkward shuffle to the steps leading down the stage and into the pool. Courtney and Shannon were now back on each side of Ron, their handcuffed wrists ensuring that each had one hand positioned across his crotch. The crowd whooped and screamed as the girls obviously began to grope and massage Ron’s substantial bulge, in an exaggerated display of trying to conceal his package. Ron could feel his face flushing with embarrassment, and tried to hurry the girls along to the added concealment of the pool water.
As the threesome eventually submerged themselves in the waist deep water, Ron’s embarrassment lessened, due mostly to the concealment the water offered, but also due to the alcohol induced lust-filled pride at possessing an obviously impressive cock and having two sexy college girls practically raping him in front of an approving crowd. Seeing the way Beth and Sue, not to mention several other co-eds, ogled him as they shuffled to the pool helped to fuel Ron’s brain with sexual yearnings that once again successfully purged any guilt related to Amy far from his thoughts.
Sue had turned to watch the action in the pool, thus breaking the not-so-subtle contact with the horny young man behind her. She made eye contact with him for the first time since he had begun to press his hard penis against her ass. He was cute, in a drunken frat guy sort of way, and the lustful look in his eye was unmistakable. Sue saw the way he was unabashedly admiring her barely covered breasts, and thought for a moment he was actually going to reach out and grab them. She was on the verge of welcoming such a bold move, but was just sober enough to know that it would ultimately be a bad idea. .
Sue was incredibly horny, both from the bump and grind of her admirer, and from watching Ron and his enormous cock being groped and displayed on the stage. She had enjoyed the feel of a hard cock, even though it was obviously smaller than Ron’s, pressing against her ass, but knew her avoidance of any further groping was the right decision. She also knew that he would be back for more as soon as they followed the action back to the stage.
Once in the water, Courtney and Shannon became less focused on Ron’s cock and more intent on gathering the ping pong balls floating around them. They eventually came to a synchronized pattern of gathering as many balls as possible, and stuffing them into Ron’s stretchy trunks. And even though the girl’s hands didn’t linger over his cock, they did seem to concentrate their efforts on forcing the buoyant balls down around his still semi-swollen dick.
After only 5 minutes, Hilda signaled that the contestants must stop gathering ping pong balls and return to the stage.
Back on the stage, each team stood awaiting further instruction from their mistress, Hilda. Each boy stood there in his tight white trunks, his own bulge at least partially hidden by the many ping pong balls that had been stuffed down around his cock and balls by his ever-so-eager teammates.
“Zis is goot!” Hilda proclaimed in her best pseudo mistress accent, as she deliberately strolled past each team, running her riding crop over the misshapen trunks of each boy. “You have successfully completed part 1 of our contest.”
She went on to explain that each team must now remove only the red balls from their boy’s swim suit. The team to produce the most red balls while allowing two blue balls to remain in place would be the winner. Her assistants began to unfasten the handcuffs binding the girls to each other, only to confine their hands once again behind their back, and direct all three members of each team to step into a small kiddie pool that was provided to catch the ping pong balls as they were set free.
“The only other rule is that you must retrieve the balls without using your hands. You have two minutes……..GO!”
Courtney and Shannon looked briefly at each other, then to Ron, and quickly realized what was expected of them. They dropped to their knees and each pressed their faces firmly against the lumpy front of Ron’s tight white trunks. The still damp, thin fabric allowed them to distinguish the red from blue balls. They were taking great pleasure in running their nose, chin and especially their mouths over Ron’s balls and once again rock hard cock as they pushed ball after ball over the waist band of his trunks and into the small plastic pool in which they were kneeling.
At the end of two minutes, Ron’s cock was granite hard, protruding obscenely in his white trunks, as he stood exposed to the crowd with his hands still cuffed behind his back. Their team was determined to have the most red balls in their pool.
Hilda approached Ron, eying his bulging cock as she spoke. “We appear to have a winner, but first your Mistress must confirm you have not violated the rules.” Hilda exclaimed as she playfully swatted Ron’s ass, the suddenness of her actions causing him to thrust his hips, and therefore his cock toward the crowd. As the shouts and applause in support of Hilda’s actions died down, she continued, “Let me confirm how many blue balls remain in the boy toy’s shorts.”
Hilda began to lightly guide the crop around Ron’s misshapen crotch, deliberately tracing up and down the obvious outline of his granite-like shaft. As the crowd exploded with unbridled encouragement, she gave Ron’s cock a gentle, yet firm swat with the riding crop.
Ron jumped instinctively, even as Hilda barked “My slave will remain motionless while I conduct the examination! Any movement is strictly Verboten!! Must I further restrict you for complete compliance?!?” Again the crowd responded affirmatively, even as Ron shook his head to convince the mistress of his cooperation.
“Very well, I vill allow you von more chance to be a proper boy toy, now let me confirm the color of your balls.” Hilda spoke slowly, looking to the raucous audience for encouragement as her hand began to tenderly grope the front of Ron’s shorts.
Ron did his best not to move, even as Hilda increased the urgency of her groping hands. Finally, she turned to Courtney and Shannon, yet speaking so that all could hear, said to her assistant, “Come to me with tequila shots for each of us, all must have some liquid courage as we confirm the winning team!”
After Ron was essentially forced to down another shot of tequila, Hilda directed the two coeds to stand on each side of her, all three only a foot in front of Ron and for the first time shielding him from the gawking crowd.
Losing the fake dominatrix accent, and speaking at a level so that only Shannon, Courtney and Ron could hear, “Hilda” stepped closer to Ron, her lips only a few inches from his face and said, “You’re packing quite the tool there, aren’t you sport? You having fun flaunting that big thing for all these horny girls today?” The entire time she spoke, her hands softly traced along the outline created by Ron’s excitement, as much to torment the two girls as Ron, as they remained unable to free their hands to join the “mistress” as they longed to do.
She continued in her steady voice, “Stand close girls and we’ll see if he has two blue balls.” Hilda then pulled the waistline of Ron’s shorts away from his flat abs, steadily revealing first his purplish head, then steel hard shaft of his cock. She teasingly allowed her fingernails to trace down the granite shaft until her hands could grasp the blue ping pong balls that were nestled against his own figuratively blue balls. She extracted the balls, again prolonging the friction as she rolled them up against Ron’s cock as she slowly pulled the balls free of his shorts.
Before turning to face the crowd, she directed his cock head over so that is was sufficiently, if barely, concealed behind the elastic waist band of the still damp shorts. “I present to you, the winning slave-boy’s balls!!!” she exclaimed, holding the ping pong balls up as if they were the spoils awarded the victor after a gallant battle. The crowd’s roar devolved into some noticeable whoops and laughter as Hilda moved aside so that all could see the unmistakable protrusion jutting up from Ron’s crotch.
“Now, free the losers and remove them from my sight, while I take the winning team to my dungeon for their reward!” Hilda barked at no one in particular. Again the drunken audience reacted as she led Ron and the girls from the stage, alternately swatting the barely covered asses of Shannon and Courtney. The next game host quickly entered the stage to introduce the erotic banana eating contest, knowing she had a hard act to follow.
Hilda led the handcuffed trio to the logo emblazoned RV parked in the lot just around the corner of the building nearest the pool. “Here, we can go in here were it is cool and get you the prize packages.” She said matter-of-factly as she unlocked the door and held it open for them.
The tequila was certainly having an impact on all three, as they continually sought to maintain their balance while entering the RV. The inside of the vehicle was cluttered with cases of tequila and bags full of sex toys and games, all marketed from the contest sponsor’s bondage web site. The small couch along one wall was the only seating available not covered in products. The small kitchen area looked as if the inhabitants had been living on alcohol and pizza, as the counter was covered with empty containers for each.
“Sorry for the mess, but we take this little show from resort to resort around the island, so me and the other girls tend to let it get a little trashed.” Hilda explained.
Not really caring about their housekeeping habits, Shannon asked, “Um, can you unlock us now?”
“Yeah, sure, I mean as soon as Mandy gets here with the key. She was unlocking the others first and she’ll be over in a few. Why don’t you have a seat to wait?” Hilda asked, but then firmly directed Shannon to one end of the couch, deposited her rather roughly given that she couldn’t use her hands to guide herself into position. Courtney was treated in much the same way as she plopped down on the opposite end.
Hilda then turned to Ron, and appeared ready to guide him to sit between the two rather drunk coeds, but then stopped and turned so that he was facing Courtney and Shannon. “You know,” she said, her authoritative mistress voice bubbling back to the surface, “perhaps I should go ahead and retrieve our props, lest I forget.”
Ron traded looks with one bound girl, then the other, all three faces conveying uncertainty as to what was to come. “But, I thought you couldn’t unlock the cuffs until the other girl got here?” Ron ask nervously, as he observed Hilda absentmindedly stroke her fiery red fingernails along the length of the crop still clasped tightly in her other hand.
“Oh, silly boy toy, it is not the cuffs, but do you not recall that the shorts you are wearing are not yours? Surely you didn’t plan to take them with you? I will simply help you remove them.”
As Hilda began to tug the waist band down his hips, Ron squirmed free, even in his drunken state he intended to keep his revived loyalty oath to Amy. He heard the smack of the crop against his thigh, just below his bound hands, before he felt it. While it didn’t really hurt, it certainly got his attention. “Do not move, or I will have no choice but to reprimand you once more, do you understand?”
Ron again looked to Courtney and Shannon, their expressions conveying both apprehension and keen interest in what the mistress might do next. “Yes, I understand.”
“Very goot!” Hilda again tugged on the shorts as she stood behind Ron. His cock was pulled down at an uncomfortable angle until finally plopping free of the snug material. Hilda continued until the shorts were at his ankles. She prodded him to step free and then slung the no longer needed trunks across the room. “Now, perhaps you would like to rest with your girlfriends while I change from this ungodly leather outfit.” Hilda guided Ron forward, turning him at the last second before pushing him back to land roughly between Heather and Shannon.
Ron landed haphazardly next to the bikini clad coeds, his cock bouncing off his flat abs until it settled poised above his belly button at a 45 degree angle. All three were struggling with their balance, sitting more or less on their bound hands, and each girl had involuntarily fallen against Ron’s shoulders as a result of his forced occupation of the center of the couch.
Even though Ron had seemingly been sporting a hard on for much of the trip, the impact of the unknowingly ingested powdered Cialis, coupled with the continuous titillation he was being subjected to, was keeping him at a level of hardness not normally obtained, especially for such a prolonged period. He was further perplexed that the humiliation he had been forced to endure didn’t seem to impede his erection in the least. The thick cock did not go unnoticed by either Courtney or Shannon, as they not so subtly fidgeted next to Ron while repeatedly stealing prolonged glances at the object of their lustful desire.
Hilda stood there in silence, gazing at his cock and taking in the situation before her, trying to decide where to go with this fortuitous discovery of Ron and his impressive equipment. She really liked the idea of pushing the bound threesome to their limits while denying their ultimate satisfaction, evidence of her dominatrix character perhaps bleeding over into the real world.
Ron, the tequila spreading through his blood stream and steadily scrambling more and more of his cognitive ability, still intended to remain faithful to Amy, spoke up, “Ah, can you, well, I mean, are you going to unlock us?”
Hilda tried to maintain a straight face as she responded, “As I have already explained, just as soon as Mandy arrives with the key, but until then, we will all just relax here together, okay?”
“Well, sure, …but can you maybe give me my trunks back, or at least cover me up?” Ron replied, his desire to give in to his burgeoning exhibitionism overcome by his pledge of restraint; a restraint being actively tested by the way Shannon and Courtney were moving against him. As she watched the two girls squirm against the boy-toy, their bikinis beginning to haphazardly shift to expose what little pale skin remained on their bodies, she came upon a devilish idea.
Hilda smiled the way a teacher might bestow sympathy upon a slow learning child, “Certainly, I would if I could, but we don’t have any boy clothes here, and even if we did, I highly doubt it would be big enough for you.” She said, staring at his pulsing cock the entire time. “But let me look anyway, maybe I can find something to at least provide you a degree of modesty.” She moved to a big plastic tub in the corner of the room, and bent at the waist to begin searching through the various products used as give-aways to promote her employer’s web site.
Her drunken audience all focused their attention on Hilda’s tight leather shorts, highlighting her toned ass. Further down, her tanned skin was playing peek-a-boo through the laces binding the leather boots that covered her legs to just above the knee. The spike heels only caused her to have to bend even more prominently to pick the items she desired. Already damp from the fun she’d been having throughout the day, Hilda wriggled her ass even more suggestively, creating a delightful friction as the seam of her leather shorts slipped back and forth against her pussy. She also took the opportunity to untie the knot securing the lacing in the front of her bustier, allowing her movements and gravity to loosen the confinement of what she considered her best feature, her all natural, nearly D cup breasts.
Satisfied with finding each item she was seeking, Hilda eventually stood, likewise untying the laces securing the tight shorts across her hip bones, before turning to face the couch. While holding several packages in her hands, her supple breasts now threatened to spill free of the leather top, just as she had hoped. She could almost feel the laces pull farther apart as her breathing deepened, seeking more and more oxygen to sustain the sex-fueled adrenaline coursing through her body. She slowly moved closer to her prey, as she now thought of the three young spring breakers, acutely aware of the way her shorts loosened with each step. She knelt between Ron’s legs, dropping the packages near his feet.
“Ah, what are you, ah, doing?” Ron asked, the concern evident in his voice. As much as he would love for Hilda to give him a blow job, he was not so drunk as to know that in his current bound state, he would not be able to stop her from fucking him, and was convinced he loved Amy more than he wanted that to happen. On the other hand, he was just buzzed enough to know that if Hilda did decide to take advantage of him, he would soon enough be a more than willing participant.
“Don’t worry, I am only doing as you asked and finding a way to cover you up some. I am sure the girls don’t want to see such large and angry looking penis much longer, do you now ladies?”
Shannon was leaning against Ron more so than her sorority sister, and as Courtney managed to gain a more comfortable location for her still trapped hands, the pressure against Ron lessened, causing both he and Shannon to shift unexpectedly. Hilda watched with keen interest as Ron fell slightly into the bimbo to his right, and the other girl’s head slowly slid right down his chest and stomach, eventually stopping only when her nose and mouth pressed against the base of Ron’s granite like shaft.
Hilda began to open one of the plastic packages, seemingly ignoring what had just transpired. She pulled an indiscernible item from the wrapper, and began to read the small print of the instructions. “Sorry, ” she said, ” but I’ve never used one of these before.”
“Hey,” Ron stated with an urgent tone, “Aren’t you going to help, ah, help…her.. move back to her seat?” he finished, no longer remembering the coeds names, much less which one was which.
Hilda looked first to Courtney, a slight smile playing across her features, then down to Shannon, who was tentatively taking advantage of the situation and beginning to lightly lick the towering shaft at its base. “I have been patient with you boy-toy, but I am growing tired of your repeated demands. The wench will not interfere with my effort to appease your desire for concealment, so she may remain as is.” Suddenly Hilda produced the forgotten riding crop, and pressed it to the head of Ron’s cock. “Do not make me punish you as before, do you understand the need to remain silent?” she inquired, gently smacking his engorged head.
Ron nodded his agreement even as Hilda began once again to read the packaging of the item still concealed in her other hand. “Hmmm, this says the skin should be damp for the best application…..Come here wench and dampen the area for application.” She then grabbed Courtney by the upper arm and pulled her over so that her mouth descended on the head of Ron’s prick. Using her shoulder and her pony tail, Hilda guided the helpless girl down until she gagged after only a few inches, then pulled her free, only to direct her firmly down, this time allowing her to gag a few seconds longer before removing her and placing her back on the couch next to Ron.
Ron was panting at the sudden and unexpected stimulation provided by Courtney’s forced deep throat attempt. Shannon still kissed up the shaft as best she could, her position and restrained hands limiting her range.
“Very goot”, the in character Hilda declared. “Now I will do as young Ron asked and cover him up.” Hilda took what appeared to be a condom made of rubber. Only in this condom there was an obvious hole that allowed much of his purplish head to peek through as Hilda rolled it over his cock. The snug fitting sleeve covered the most sensitive underside of his cock, leaving only the head, including the pre-cum oozing tip of his penis, exposed. She continued to roll down the “condom” until about half of his shaft was coated in the stretchy yet tight black encasement.
The duality of sensations became immediately apparent to Ron, as the pliable sheath applied constant, pleasurable pressure, yet as he watched Shannon’s lips and tongue repeatedly move from exposed skin to the black material, the sudden absence of tactile stimulation was perceptible.
“There, I hope you are pleased now that you are covered up.” Hilda spoke, a hint of smug sarcasm coming through in her words. “Now, to be fair, I have a little surprise for the Frauleins, and this is one of my favorite toys we sell on the web site.” Hilda picked up another package, holding the large egg up for all to see.
Ron barely focused on the egg, his eyes locked on the way her succulent boobs were escaping inch by inch as the laced enclosure of her top spread further apart, until a portion of her large dusty pink areola was contrasted against the black leather. Feeling Courtney squirming next to him, Ron turned to observe the way her eyes darted from Hilda, and the large egg she held, and to her friend, still lazily lapping at the bottom 1/3 of Ron’s thick pole.
Hilda scooted tighter in between Ron’s legs, her large breasts rubbing against first one thigh, then the other. She dipped her head as if she were going to kiss his cockhead, half emerging from the leather sheath, then abruptly leaned across his left leg, touching Shannon’s thigh and urging her to lift her left foot onto the couch, as the right remained on the floor. Shannon did as instructed, never ceasing her unvarying oral assault on Ron. As soon as her legs were spread, Hilda took the egg and quickly slid it beneath Shannon’s tiny bikini bottoms. Shannon squirmed from the sudden contact, then gasped when the egg pushed rather easily past her slippery lips and into her pussy. Hilda grabbed her firmly by her left shoulder, and pulled her saliva coated mouth up and away from Ron’s still incredibly hard penis, until she was once again more or less upright on the couch.
Hilda procured the second egg and turned to Courtney. “Your turn,” was all she said. Courtney looked to her friend, still slowly, yet perceptibly moving her lower body as she explored the sensations provided by the foreign object now residing within her. Feeling Hilda’s hands moving up her thigh, she spread her knees to allow her greater access. As with Shannon, Hilda simply slid her hand and the egg past the hem of the bikini, pressing it firmly over Courtney’s clit as she guided it to its ultimate destination.
Her mission complete, Hilda stood and began to slowly unlace her bustier as she spoke, “You may amuse yourselves while I change from these confining garments, and indulge in a quick shower.” She had all but the last eyelet freed of the leather laces when she stopped. “Oh my, I almost forgot what I like most about those little eggs.” She reached down, again Ron observed how her large breasts threatened to spill from the barely held together top, and retrieved a small item from the floor. She held it out and pressed a button, and immediately both girls gasped as the eggs began to vibrate. “There, now that is much better, no?” she asked of both co-eds.
Their writhing bodies all the answer Hilda needed, she continued to disrobe as all three watched her intently. She again stepped closer to Ron, placing the pointed toe of her left foot on his right knee, and bent slowly to begin unlacing the back of the thigh high boot. The movements were resulting in her nipples now playing continual peek-a-boo with the dangling leather bustier, and the ties binding the front of her shorts had loosened enough to allow the well groomed, dark landing strip of pubic hair to escape between the crisscrossed laces. In short order, the boots were removed and she began to slip the top over her shoulders, turning just before providing the clear view of her chest Ron desired, and headed to the compact shower down the hall. Looking over her shoulder to make eye contact with Courtney, she directed,”I will be quick………..have fun but the boy toy is not to ejaculate while I am away! Or you will be reprimanded!”
Before the three realized they were on their own, they could hear the sound of the shower running from behind the thin wall. “Oh my god!” Shannon exclaimed, “What the fuck is this chick up to?” she finished, her tone more apprehensive than fearful.
“Mmm, I don’t know for sure,” Courtney replied, squirming more and more in response to the vibrating egg, “But I say let’s just go with it, ‘kay Shan?”
Ron looked from one girl to the other as they were seemingly uninterested in any input he might have on the matter, as Courtney continued, “God…look at his cock, it is still as hard as ever. Look how red and puffy the tip looks, and it just keeps oozing……god that’s fucking hot!”
Courtney was scooting off the couch as she spoke, until she could drop to her knees, struggling slightly to regain the equilibrium she lacked due to her bound wrists behind her back. “Come on, help me get a taste while we can.”
“Okay,” Shannon replied, “but every time I move this egg seems to buzz another spot, and, mmmm, and it really is, aahhh, working on me.”
“Me too, but let’s just concentrate on this cock until we get the eggs out, then maybe she’ll make us fuck him……..mmm, it really gets me hot to think about being forced down on this long fat piece of meat, neither of us able to move our hands at all.” Courtney answered Shannon, but stared intently at Ron throughout every word.
Ron could feel a jolt from Courtney’s explicitly depicted yearnings. “Ah, I have a girlfriend.” Ron pronounced, followed immediately by guffaws of laughter from the coeds. “No, really, I promised her I wouldn’t be with anyone else.”
“Oh baby, I just have this sneaky feeling that Hilda in there doesn’t give a shit about your girlfriend, so you might as well just forget about her and have some fun this afternoon.”
By now, Shannon had joined her friend on the floor, and both managed to lean in until their lips were almost touching Ron’s encased penis. “Look at that, it looks like somebody turned on the cum faucet, there is a steady stream now.” Shannon announced. “Let’s take turns licking it off, that should help Mr. true love here to forget about, what’s her name, Tammy.”
“AMY, …It ……is…….Amy.” Ron responded, his voice trailing off as the girls ignored him and began to alternately lick the pre-cum from his already damp balls.
Ron looked on as Courtney licked up from his balls, over the exposed skin of his shaft and then transitioned to the black sleeve. The visual stimulation, while certainly arousing, did not compensate for the immediate absence of sensation as her tongue and lips pressed against him. Finally her steady trek reached the protruding head, and she sucked fiercely, apparently intent to coax every drop from him. While the pleasure was substantial, the black encasement covered up the ultra sensitive underside of his cock head, and he knew there was little if any chance he’d be able to cum while wearing the thin rubber sheath.
Shannon dipped her head and directed the same oral assault to Ron’s genitalia as did Courtney, with much the same results for Ron. Both girls were moaning and squirming continuously as the vibrating eggs worked there magic. And each pass seemed to extract more and more cloudy fluid from Ron’s straining prick, plainly contrasting against the black casing until such time as one of the sexy bikini clad college girls slurped it past their puffy lips.
After about 4 or 5 turns each, Hilda reemerged from the hallway, wearing a thin white robe, tied loosely and hanging to just below her ass. Her black hair was still slightly dripping from her shower, and even as she approached the threesome Ron could see way the dampening robe clung to her large, firm boobs, as well as smell the fresh clean scent of her body wash.
“Enough!” Hilda declared, and firmly tugged on the hair of both girls until they leaned back away from their object of desire. “The key should be delivered soon, and I will grant your release……..but now that I am fresh and clean, I feel we should have another shot.” She assisted each girl back to their original position next to Ron, and in doing so, her loosely tied robe began to reveal the generous cleavage of her splendid chest.
Ron looked down, the rubber sleeve coated and shiny from the combination of saliva and the copious amount of pre-cum still streaming from his cock. Ron’s condition did not go unnoticed by Hilda, as she retrieved the tequila, salt shaker, and a small bowl of lemons.
“Okay, let’s have a quick body shot, courtesy of your benevolent mistress.” Hilda laughed, as she placed the lemon bowl on Shannon’s lap, the salt between Courtney’s tanned thighs, and the tequila bottle next to Ron’s cock. Next, she deftly slipped the robe over her shoulders, allowing it to drop to the ground and reveal her nude body to the three spring breakers.
Ron was transfixed on the busty girl before him. Courtney and Shannon likewise took in her superb form, but the never ending vibration between their legs continued to take more and more of their attention from the events transpiring around them.
“Okay, now Ron, if you would, please help me prepare my right nipple to adhere to the salt.” She said as she placed her right knee between his and Shannon’s legs and leaned forward, her large breast and erect nipple only an inch or so from Ron’s mouth. All protestations of his commitment to Amy cast aside, Ron tilted his head and began to lightly lick the still expanding nipple. Hilda grabbed the back of his head and pulled him tighter to her bosom, forcing him to engulf her entire areola to be swathed by his inquisitive tongue.
“Enough!” She barked once again, as she pulled free of Ron’s enthusiastic suckling. She replaced her engorged nipple with the rind of the lemon wedge between Ron’s teeth, and leaned across Ron’s wavering erection to slide her left hand down and grasp the salt shaker nestled against Courtney’s red bikini bottoms. She could feel the coed’s body hum with the vibration of the egg before taking the shaker and coating her damp nipple.
She then reached down to grasp the tequila bottle. Instead, Hilda’s left hand wrapped tightly around his rubber covered shaft, and pulled upward with reasonable firmness before acknowledging her error. “So sorry, but still hard as a glass bottle, very nice indeed.” Now successfully producing the bottle from between Ron’s legs, Hilda turned it up and filled her mouth with the uniquely potent alcohol.
Tilting slightly to her right, Hilda guided her salt covered breast to Shannon’s lips, tolerating the growing heat of the tequila still held in her mouth in favor of having the cute girl tenderly licking and kissing her ever erect nipple. She then pulled Shannon’s head up by her hair, pressed her lips to the expectant mouth of the nearly panting teenager, and allowed the liquor to seep past their firmly sealed lips and exploring tongue.
Ron was watching with keen interest, never having seen two girls kiss before. The sight was most erotic, and to his surprise, he could feel another noticeable jolt to his groin, and his cock throb beneath the tight sleeve.
Hilda tugged Shannon’s head over closer to Ron as she broke their kiss, and guided her to the lemon wedge still held tightly between his teeth. Shannon, her body tingling from the vibrating egg as well as the sensual kiss from Hilda, tried to maximize her body contact as she licked and sucked the lemon juice from Ron’s mouth and chin, but Hilda held her firm and too quickly pulled her back to sit back against her bound hands on the couch next to Ron.
The sexual tension, erotic anticipation, tequila buzz and vibrating egg had Courtney ready to explode by the time Hilda turned her attention to the hard bodied spring breaker. Courtney’s attempt to savor the luscious breast presented her by their “mistress” was short lived, as Hilda, all too quickly for Courtney’s taste, broke free from her greedy lips and guided her through the same erotic sequence as with Shannon. With the sour taste of the lemon juice still swirling across her taste buds, she once again found herself still bound and seated at the end of the couch, teetering precariously on the verge of an orgasm.
Hilda, her left foot planted on the floor in front of Ron’s wavering erection and her right knee still wedged snugly between Ron and Shannon’s thighs, looked from one coed to the other. Delighted to see them continuing to squirm from the remote control toy, she pulled first one, then the other up to a kneeling position on the couch, each now facing Ron.
“Now it is the boy’s turn to have a shot, and I need each of you to assist me.” As she spoke, Hilda swung her left knee onto the couch and scooted forward until she was firmly straddling Ron’s lap, her now damp pussy pressed solidly against his granite shaft. She could feel its thickness as her outer lips did their best to frame the exposed skin at the base of the rubber sleeve of his cock. She followed the girl’s gaze downward, actually shivering involuntarily at the sight of the impressive penis extending up against her flat stomach and just past her belly button. The thought of impaling herself on such a large cock filled Hilda with equal parts lustful exhilaration and apprehension. She certainly did not intend to pass up the opportunity to take advantage of such an enormous cock.
“I think Ron deserves two shots for all the humiliation he has endured today, so I’d like you each to moisten a nipple for the salt.” Hilda then pulled each girls head closer, until they were able to lick and kiss over the breast closest to them.
Ron watched intently as all three girls were essentially squirming on or against his tortured body. Shannon and Courtney tenderly, yet urgently sucked her taut nipples as Hilda responded by more firmly grinding herself against Ron’s dick. The day’s sexual activities coupled with the Cialis raging through his bloodstream had his body crying out for an orgasm, but the rubber encasement was doing its job, and preventing the stimulation that would provide release. Amy was once again forgotten in the haze of alcohol fueled sexual torment to which he was being subjected and Ron began to grind back against Hilda, seeking friction where there was none to be felt.
After several moments of this writhing and grinding, Hilda pulled the girls free of her saliva coated breasts and began to sprinkle salt onto her damp skin. Courtney was still sitting on her knees and as the vibrating stimulation from her core continued to overtake her body, she simply diverted her lips from Hilda’s lovely tits to Ron’s neck, urgently kissing and nibbling on his tanned skin. Her own breasts were trapped against Ron’s arms and side, the ever loosening triangle of bikini having slipped to allow her fully erect nipples to stab into him. Pushing higher up on her knees, Courtney’s exploring mouth and tongue eventually reached the side of Ron’s face, her damp, frantic breathing washing over his ear.
Unlike Ron, Hilda felt every centimeter of his lovely, thick cock as she ground up and down its substantial length. She pushed his reclining body ever deeper into the couch as she slid higher up the rubber sleeve, until her salt covered areola rested on Ron’s lover lip. Immediately he began to lick and suck the salt from her luscious breasts. As Ron pleasured her taut nipples, Hilda looked to Shannon, appearing on the verge of orgasm as she leaned trance like into the bound boy-toy, her forehead pressed against Ron’s shoulder as her hips seemed to gyrate in rhythm to the unseen stimulation to which she and Courtney were each inevitably being forced to succumb.
Hilda grabbed her by the upper arm, pulling up higher on her knees, and presenting the mouth of the tequila bottler to her lips, saying, “Here, give him the shot, as I did to you.”
Shannon accepted the tequila, pulling away as Hilda filled her mouth to overflowing. The mistress then grabbed Ron by the back of his hair, pulling him away from her chest until his head was reclined against the couch. This movement caused Hilda to slide even further up until her clit and engorged lips were slipping along the exposed head of Ron’s cock.
After the tortuous frustration of the rubber encasement shielding him from feeling Hilda’s grinding movements, the sudden realization that her slippery pussy was now sliding up and across his own equally slick cock head, was yet another stimulation to his sex frenzied body.
Applying gentle kisses and probing licks to his ear, Courtney was beginning to whisper between her labored breathing. “God,…..I ..can …see your,….ah, your ah cock. It looks…..enormous…oh god….I might ….mmm, cum soon. I….think….Hilda is…mmm..getting ready to ….oh my good, look at….her pussy………she ….”
As Courtney’s labored sentence fragments continued, Hilda kept Ron’s head firmly pulled back, preventing him from observing the erotic action being descriptively panted into his ear. He closed his eyes, trying to take in the unbelievable scenario he’d been thrust into as the coed further excited him with her graphic language.
He could feel Shannon moving next to him, and the next thing he knew, her lips were pressed to his, and as he softened his lips to meet her kiss, the tequila trickled from her mouth to his. As she allowed more and more of the fiery liquid to escape her soft lips, he did his best to swallow. In only a few seconds, his mouth was on fire, but Shannon pressed even more incessantly against him, her tongue exploring his lips and mouth in as an erotic kiss as he could endure.
Ron’s brain, increasingly dulled by the day’s alcohol consumption, eventually managed to refocus on Courtney’s raspy words, even as Shannon assailed him with her sensual kisses . “…….her pussy…..mmm..looks like ……oh god, this fucking egg is gonna make.. me… cum!………her pussy looks like it is ready to swallow your big cock ……mmm……god I wish it were me……..god I want, …mmmm, I want to wedge your big fucking cock inside me so bad…….oh fuck, fuck, fuck!!…..”
Hilda was taking it all in, her cunt smoldering as she teased both Ron and herself with the continual back and forth movements. Unable to endure the self inflicted teasing any longer, she slid her yearning womanhood over him until just the exposed head of his prick was nestled at her entrance. Wanting to prolong the delicious anticipation, Hilda kept her position and filled her own mouth with the tequila, allowing a small taste to trickle into her throat. She pulled Shannon away from Ron’ lips, leaving her positioned much like Courtney. Shannon responded and immediately began to kiss and suck on Ron’s neck and ear lobe.
Hilda pulled his hair forward to offer him her remaining salt covered nipple, at the same time, deliberately skewering herself deeper onto his cock until she steadily lodged his engorged head snugly within her tight opening. The invasion of such an exceptional, perfectly shaped and over sized cock head brought some initial discomfort, which rather quickly gave way to pure hedonistic pleasure along with the lustful apprehension of the substantial shaft still awaiting her descent.
As Ron greedily pursued the salt covered orb presented him by Hilda, he tried desperately to thrust his hips upward. His reclined position on the couch however, coupled with the immobility resulting from his bound arms and the weight of Shannon and Courtney pressed so tightly to his upper body, kept him more or less motionless and at the mercy of Hilda’s deliberate movements.
After only 20 seconds or so of sucking and licking her free of the salt, Hilda again pulled his head upward and met his lips with her own. She held her face firmly against him, feeling his body moving from the frenzied oral assault being delivered by both co-eds, until his lips parted. As soon as Ron’s tongue probed against her lips, Hilda allowed the tequila to spill forth into his mouth as well as down over his chin. The alcohol running down his neck only further enticed the girls to more urgently lick and kiss their way from the sensitive skin where his neck and shoulder joined, up until they were essentially joining Hilda in a giant group kiss.
The tequila was quickly absorbing into Ron’s blood stream, his brain and body overcome with a carefree and uninhibited feeling. He felt much of Hilda’s impalement, yet again remained deprived of the stimulation her body would normally inflict upon the rubber shielded skin designed to be the trigger of a much needed orgasm. Watching her face react, seemingly to each centimeter of his cock, coupled with the two college girls attempting to grind out their own pleasure as they kissed and wriggled against his body, continued to motivate Ron to keep striving for release,
Breaking free of the kiss, Hilda leaned back slightly and watched Ron succumb to the intensely erotic scenario to which he was being subjected. Her movements inadvertently sunk another two inches of throbbing prick past her stretched opening. The overwhelming fullness sending shivers of pleasure over her body, Hilda stopped to absorb the sensations, then rose ever so slightly before reversing course and steadily taking another couple of inches. Her juices were now flowing steadily as her usually tight pussy self lubricated to accommodate her deliberate effort to take the entire fleshy staff throbbing between her legs.
At the same time, Shannon managed to nudge Courtney away from Ron’s panting mouth. The latter again snuggled her nose and lips to his ear, glanced down to his cock now steadily disappearing into the increasingly aroused Hilda, and resumed her explicit utterances between labored breaths. “Goddamn, her pussy is really struggling to take your big cock……..God….I’ve got to ….get this….fucking…..egg out of me….and try…..mmmm….try you on for …..size”
Hilda kept up the deliberate progression, up slightly, then firmly down, until she had most of Ron’s penis squeezed firmly insider her overstuffed cunt. The sounds of arousal coming from all around her were affecting her as well, particularly the erotic descriptions coming from Courtney. Seeing the co-ed, her hands still bound by the handcuffs, her bikini top pulled askew, and her bottoms noticeably discolored from her arousal to the vibrating egg, Hilda couldn’t resist reaching out to her.
Placing her hand on the young girl’s waist, Hilda deftly slid it down over the developing goose bumps, until she could slip beneath the tiny thong. She could feel the vibrations as her fingers slid over the well trimmed pubic area, and encountered the wet heat emanating from her core.
“Oh god!” Courtney exclaimed as her clit was directly stroked for the first time since being bound and tormented with the egg. “Ahhh. Yes! Please, let me cum…” she panted in Ron’s ear. Hilda continued to tease Courtney by varying the pattern and pressure applied via her nimble fingers even as she began to slowly ascend up Ron’s shaft.
Ron was still locked in a passionate kiss with Shannon, who was also nearing an orgasm even without the stimulation Hilda was bestowing upon her friend. He could feel, to some degree, the tightness of Hilda’s cunt clutching him, even through the rubber sleeve. As she began to slowly lift her body up, exposing more and more of Ron’s steel hard shaft, Hilda grabbed Shannon by the hair, redirected her to the engorged nipple of her left breast. Steadily, Hilda picked up the pace of her maneuvering fingers inside Courtney’s bikini, as well as with her own hips, now gliding a little more easily around the long cock.
Hilda pulled Ron still closer, and resumed the kiss where Shannon, now essentially trapped between their bodies, had been forced to leave off. She continued to move more rapidly up and down Ron’s unwavering erection, more and more frequently allowing herself to drop all the way down, hitting places deep within, previously foreign to anything but her largest vibrator.
As Hilda neared orgasm, the kiss she shared with Ron became less and less engaged, until she was essentially just moaning and whimpering against his lips. Courtney was doing much the same against his neck and ear, as Hilda’s fingers and the merciless vibration of the egg had her teetering on the edge of her own powerful orgasm.
Ron was doing his best to push through the growing tequila haze, urging his senses to remain aware of the fantasy-come-to-life in which he found himself, doing his best to push his tormented body to the sexual release denied so many times in the past few days. Unfortunately, his drunkenness and the rubber sheath could only achieve a stalemate with the Cialis and debauchery being inflicted upon him.
As Hilda’s now steady rhythm continued to rock him against the couch, Courtney exclaimed next to him, “OH God! Yes! Here…I … Cum, baby……yes..yes…yes…!!!” Her body began to shake and quiver against him as Hilda’s fingers concentrated unrelentingly across her engorged clit.
Courtney’s entire body was still shuddering when Hilda screamed out and dropped her entire weight onto Ron’s lap, burying his cock as deeply within her as possible, and at the same time causing Shannon to fall back against the couch. Hilda pressed down as firmly as possible and began to rapidly grind against him, effectively maneuvering his pulsing prick to stimulate the previously virgin regions of her pussy, as well as tug and pull at the concentrated nerve endings at her opening that were most tightly stretched around the base of Ron’s prick.
“Oh yes, mmm, God what a cock…..what…a….cock………oh oh oh!” were the only words Hilda managed, the rest of her exultations consisted of only grunts, moans, and ultimately screams of pleasure.
Hilda eventually slowed her movements, and had barely joined Courtney in limply collapsing against Ron in a post orgasmic bliss when there came a pounding at the door of the RV.
“Nancy!!! Nanc!!! Open the damn door!”
“Hilda was jarred from her reverie by the urgent voice, and swung her leg to the floor, allowing the still rock hard cock to gradually escape her snug confines. “Oh wow, mmmm.” Hilda said as she caressed her now empty womanhood.
Bam Bam Bam…..”Damn it Nanc, I know you’re in there with that kid, now open the door!”
As “Hilda” went to open the door, Shannon was doing her best to straddle Ron’s now available thigh, desperate for the stimulation she needed to join the other, now satisfied women, in relief of the unrelenting arousal of the past 20 minutes.
As soon as the door was unlocked, Mandy stormed past “Hilda”, who was still tying her thin robe around her tingling body, stopping in her tracks at the sight of the three bound spring breakers on the couch. “Damn Nancy, what the??? Fuck, look at that damn cock.”
“No shit, why do you think I still have them here……….you want to give him a run?”
“Thanks for the offer, but his mom is out there raising hell about finding her boy.” Mandy explained, watching as Shannon almost pathetically tried to hump Ron’s leg.
“His mom?” Nancy repeated, “He brought his mom on spring break with him?” she asked incredulously.
“Well yes, that’s how a lot of HIGH SCHOOLERS come to spring break.” Mandy answered, eager to see her friend Nancy’s reaction to know she had just fucked a high school kid.
“Oh fuck…….” Replied the 23 year old “Hilda the Mistress”. She had bedded more than a few “contestants” from the spring break tour, but never one in high school. “Look at his cock……..how was I to know?”
Mandy was now barely suppressing the laughter at her friend’s expense. “You probably didn’t come out of character long enough to even let him talk, much less ask him what period he had lunch….., or maybe if he was even 18?” She finished, the giggles eventually escaping around her words.
“Bitch!……help me get him out of here, quick. And don’t ask him how old he is, he could be 18 and still in high school, but I don’t even want to know.”
Mandy went to the couch and pulled the still writhing Shannon aside, for the first time hearing the muffled buzzing emanating from the girls’ crotches. “God Nanc, you are even torturing these poor girls……..think they’re in 8th grade yet?” again Mandy was having fun needling her sex obsessed friend.
“Shit, I forgot about the eggs, grab the remote there on the floor and turn them off.” Nancy instructed, ignoring Mandy’s poor attempt at humor.
Both girls bodies noticeably relaxed as the eggs ceased vibrating, however Shannon was still teetering on the edge, saying, “Please, please let me fuck him before you let him go……please I need that cock in me.”
“Sorry babe,” Nancy said, “The kids got to go.” The bound, half nude girls did look incredibly sexy, their pert titties now fully on display from the vigorous movements of the past few minutes. “Let us get Joe High School here back safely, then we’ll see about you.”
“I need to get this sleeve off him, so hold him still.” Nancy directed to Mandy, as Ron’s now very drunken condition didn’t bring much stability. She dropped to her knees and began to roll the sung rubber casing back up to the tip of his cock.
“Good god!” exclaimed Mandy as Nancy rolled the sleeve toward the tip, the thickening tube of rubber growing until it was a single roll, lodged tightly around the base of his tortuously blood engorged and pulsing cock head. “That thing looks like it is ready to explode..be careful.”
“You want to finish him off?” Nancy offered Mandy, “real quick?”
“No time, his mom wasn’t fucking around out there. I think she is afraid you took him away and had your way with him. Good thing I got here in time to protect the poor lad, huh?” Mandy burst out in laughter yet again.
“Okay, okay, I hear you, but we can’t send him back out there with this humongous hard on.” She replied, unceremoniously rolling the sleeve the remainder of the way off. Ron jerked from the intense stimulation and sudden feeling of freedom.
“Sure we do, here, I brought his trunks. You should see the bikini’s his mom and her friend are wearing………modesty is not really their concern, plus it would be fun to see them react to his trunks about ready to burst at the seams. At least it will look to them like you didn’t actually fuck him, right?”
“Whatever, sometimes I think you’re more twisted than me. Why don’t you get him dressed and I’ll get the key to unlock the cuffs.”
Mandy sat Ron on a nearby bar stool and began to slide his trunks up his legs. She could tell the poor kid was having trouble focusing his attention on her as his head wobbled slightly side to side. His cock, on the other hand, was anything but wobbly, and it was all she could do not to reach out and grasp him, but he really did look like he might fire off at the slightest touch. Not wanting a face or hair full of jizz, Mandy kept things innocent, and gently helped him slide the green trunks up and over his immense appendage.
Nancy went to a small bowl on the bar, just feet from the couch and retrieved the handcuff key that had been there the entire time. As she turned to head back to Mandy and the boy, she glanced at the two semi-nude girls still bound and helpless on the couch. A devilish idea came over her, and she stopped a their feet and again retrieved the remote for the vibrating eggs.
“This just doesn’t seem fair, does it…..I mean I came, you came, but you, you’re still all hot and bothered, aren’t you?” Nancy spoke in a sweetly condescending voice, her attention bouncing between Courtney and Shannon before she hit the button on the remote to reengage the eggs.
Shannon uttered something between a moan and a whimper, her ass immediately commenced grinding against the couch. “While Mandy and I return Ron to his mommy, I think it would only be fair if you.” She said, pointing at Courtney, “helped your friend her out while we were gone.”
Nancy then moved Shannon until she was reclined along the sofa, one leg on the floor, and the other foot now pressed against her friend’s thigh. Nancy smiled sweetly at Courtney as she reached down to untie Shannon’s bikini bottom and pull it free of her writhing hips, “You know what she needs, right?”
Courtney, her own pussy again tingling from the vibrating egg, knew what was expected, of her, but even though she and Shannon had kissed, sucked on each other titties, and even kind of touched each other’s pussies on several occasions when sharing a boyfriend, neither had ever gone down on the other. “I……I …don’t …know, I mean I never….”
Nancy dropped back into her Hilda role, saying, “You vil do as I say, now pleasure the bitch!” She then grabbed Courtney by the neck and firmly guided her over until she essentially fell face first against Shannon’s needy pussy.
Mandy had been watching her dominatrix friend, a slight smirk indicating her never-ending amazement at her friend’s perverted nature. “Hey Nanc, you should use that one thing we sell, I know we have one here in the box somewhere, let me get it.”
In short order, Mandy gave Nancy what looked to be several straps of leather. Nancy took the first one, which was really a collar, and buckled it around Courtney’s neck. The next two straps fastened with Velcro around Shannon’s upper thighs. She then hooked a smaller adjustable strap from an eyelet on each thigh to Courtney’s collar, effectively forcing her face right into the other coed’s crotch.
“There now, we must run, but you two behave while we are gone.”
Mandy helped Ron, hardly aware of what had just transpired, to his feet as Nancy quickly slipped into a sexy one piece swimsuit. “Come on, we need to hurry and get cock-boy here to where he belongs, so we can get back and have some fun with those two.”
“Shouldn’t you give him a bag of prizes, I mean isn’t that supposed to be why you took the winners away to start with?” Mandy prompted.
Realizing Mandy was right, Nancy opened one of the big product tubs and scooped all kinds of prizes into a shopping bag. She was giving way more than normal, as she responded, “Ron baby, if anybody ever deserved a bag of prizes, it’s you, my god Mandy, you are really missing out on a fine pieced of cock meat with this one.”
“Well, I guess I’ll have a clear play for him while you’re in jail on statutory rape.” Mandy threw out one last shot at Nancy’s potentially poor judgment. Both girls traded smirks and giggles, the last thing they heard before shutting and locking the door to the RV was Shannon, “Oh god, yes Court, that’s the spot, right there, mmm……”
Stepping into the still bright sunshine was a little shocking, and as Ron swayed left to right, Mandy and Nancy each had to take an arm to keep him upright. “Come on, I think they were over by the pool bar.”
Walking in the foliage covered path just to the side of the pool, Mandy soon pointed out Beth and Sue, their incredible bodies and tiny bikinis drawing quite a crowd of admirers at the bar.
“So, do we walk him over there and just hand him over and say, ‘sorry about the big hard-on, but here is your son back’?” Nancy asked.
“No dumbass, let’s just point him at them and slip away to watch what happens from another angle. It should be pretty damn funny.”
“Okay, Ron….Ron, do you see your mom over there? You think you can make it over to her?” Mandy asked the inebriated youngster, placing the bag of liquor and erotic products in his hand.
“Mom? My mom is here?” Ron responded in a panicked tone. “How did she get her?” His voice even more petrified than before.
The two girls traded alarmed glances before Mandy continued, “Ron, honey, your mom is just worried about you, she is over there by the bar, in the orange bikini. Don’t you recognize her?” She finished, directing his gaze with her hands on each side of his face.
“Oh, that mom.” Ron laughed….”Yeah, I know her.” He replied, then leaned closer to both girls, almost falling over before motioning them in tight to hear him whisper, “I know her so well,” he paused to gather his balance, then went on, ” I know her so well I even fucked her this morning in a store dressing room.”
Before Mandy or Nancy could fully comprehend his last statement, Ron staggered off, shopping bag in hand, his seemingly forgotten erection still tenting the front of the snug green trunks, and wobbled across the pool deck toward Beth and Sue. Just as the other pool goers began to notice Ron’s drunken stagger and misshapen swim suit, the deviant twosome slipped further around the poolside path for a clear view of the reunion to come.
Beth and Sue had watched the banana eating contest without much thought of Ron, fully expecting him to join them in a matter of minutes. After ½ hour or so, as the competition came to an end and the crowd began to dissipate, Beth started to become a little uneasy about having let her rather drunk “son” out of her sight. They found themselves moving against the flow as most headed back to the beach. Even Sue’s ardent fan, who had been repeatedly grazing his hard on against her bubbly ass, seemed to reluctantly accept her departure.
After raising hell with several of the know-nothing security personnel around the stage, Beth finally was directed to someone named Mandy, who at least gave the impression she’d see if Ron was still backstage. Beth was afraid he had been taken by Courtney and Shannon back to their room. She knew they had experienced a firsthand view of what Ron was packing that first night, from the bathroom window, and didn’t doubt they’d do everything in their power to get him alone.
Suddenly Beth heard a smattering of giggles, then outburst of laughter coming from those remaining around the pool. She looked up to see numerous people looking past her and pointing. About that time, Sue grabbed Beth by the arm, saying, “Ah, you might want to see this.”
Beth quickly turned to be confronted by an obviously drunk Ron, his cock obscenely erect and on display behind his swim suit. “Sue…..MOM!” he said much louder than necessary, “What’s up?” he smiled, seemingly pleased to see them, and apparently unaware of the scene he was causing.
“Ron!” Beth took it all in as she spoke. “Where have you been?” Quickly realizing the spectacle created by his bulging shorts, she continued, “You need to cover yourself, I mean, look at you” she said, directing not only his blurred vision to his crotch, but allowing Sue’s eyes to justifiably join them in staring at his misshapen swim trunks.
Haven never been anywhere near this drunk before, the alcohol fueled response was much more confident and nonchalant than would ever come from a sober Ron, “Yeah, that’s something huh? Been like that for days now it seems.” He was grinning from ear-to-ear as he nearly toppled over, causing Sue to grasp his left arm and prop him up.
Sue had to stifle her laughter at the drunken teenager, while continually doing her best not to blatantly stare at his crotch. She had been abnormally aroused every since they’d gotten to the beach, crediting it primarily to having been drawn into the opportunistic teasing of a surprisingly well endowed Ron at the boutique, and further stoked by the sexy contests and aggressive attention from the college boy near the stage. Sue had no inkling her body’s response was in overdrive due to the fact Beth had slyly slipped a chemical stimulant into her drink. Everything factored together, she was as horny as she’d been in ages.
Beth was initially taken aback, but seeing Sue’s eyes darting to Ron’s protruding trunks, she composed herself and quickly regained her bogus role of his mother, speaking sharply to young Ron, “You young man, had better quit talking and get to our room. You are completely wasted and in deep trouble! Come with us right now!”
Ron, still oblivious to the poolside gawkers, was a little startled by Beth’s biting words, and tried to follow her command, but nearly tripped over his own feet as he turned to head for the room.
“Sue, will you help me out here? Maybe help walk him back to the room while I take these bags from him?”
There was no doubt Ron needed some assistance, so Sue stepped in front of him to get his attention. “Ron, we are going to walk slowly to your condo, so just put your hands on my shoulders and walk right behind me, ok?”
Typically shy and discreet, Ron’s tequila persona was lascivious in his ogling of Sue’s purple bikini, so inadequately straining to conceal her luscious titties and the rest of her otherwise petite, yet curvy body. Sue, having carved out a career of having men leer and lust for her, was no stranger to this look, yet today, in her hyper-sexual condition, felt her body tingle in response to this teenager’s unbridled lust for her.
Choosing to ignore his stares, she turned slowly and repositioned his hands back on her shoulders. She began to slowly shuffle to the sliding door of the condo, just past the lounge chairs near the back edge of the pool deck. Ron figured out the cadence and managed to keep up without falling over. After only a few feet, he closed the gap with Sue, yet remained unaware of his cock beginning to bump into her lower back with each step.
Sue, on the other hand, couldn’t miss the repeated jab, then firm descent of his cock against her back before the friction would lessen, then reappear once again as another stab into her back with each new step. God she wanted to turn and free his persistent cock, and get a clear look at what had been tempting her since that morning’s shopping trip, blatantly displayed, yet still concealed by the snug shorts he’d been wearing all day. Knowing that attacking the kid was not really an option, she resolved to relish their current interaction, and continue to assist Beth with her son, contenting herself to stealing some tempting peeks of his bulging shorts when she could safely get away with it.
Beth walked along beside, also noticing the interaction, but choosing to ignore it. She could feel the extra heat between her legs, crediting the lone Sensuvive tablet she’d taken. Knowing Sue and Ron had taken twice as much stimulant as she had, she felt certain they were primed and open to some sexual maneuvering. Always ready to take advantage of, …..or even create, a sexually charged situation, Beth’s mind was working overtime in her analysis of the current state of affairs. Perhaps the Sensuvive tablet had her more primed than usual for some fun, although she doubted it. She knew who she was, but sometimes even amazed herself at the perverted depths to which she was willing to delve for pure sexual pleasure, as she announced, “Almost there you two,….. and Ron, we need to get you sobered up before dinner tonight, ……….so it’s straight to the shower for you young man.”
More to come…..
Chapter 13 in process………here’s a sneak peek:
……..”Oh my, I really think we should do something about him, I don’t want him to fall and hurt himself.” Beth paused for a few seconds, pretending to contemplate all her options, before she continued,. “Ah, Sue, this is really awkward, but, well, given that you are a nurse, and used to dealing with male nudity, well, maybe you could help out here. I mean, it would be just too weird for his mom to see him naked like this, don’t you agree?”
It took Sue a few seconds to comprehend what Beth was suggesting. When she did her conscience was telling her to say no, but her body screamed for a chance to see Ron, or more specifically Ron’s hard cock. “Oh, I don’t know. Do you mean you want me to help him out of the shower?”
“Well, actually I was hoping that since you still have on your bikini, you would be willing to get in there with him and help keep him upright until he can get washed up. If you weren’t a nurse, and didn’t handle men, well you know, didn’t do what you do every day, I would never ask, but I am sure you can treat this professionally. What do you say?”
Sue hesitated, even as her pussy began to smolder. She couldn’t remember the last time she had felt this horny. She wanted desperately to get in the shower with Ron, but she also had to force herself to behave in a purely clinical manner. “Well, this is really really strange, but, well, if I do this we obviously can’t let anyone else know. I mean even though it is totally innocent, it just wouldn’t look right to Amy, Pam or Dave, you know. Do you think Ron will keep quiet about it?”
We looked back into the house as we finished our cigarette. This was the first time I was able to spend some alone time with Nick since he got back from his trip, and I was not looking forward to going back in that house with a bunch of people. But even after we both ashed our stoags we just sat outside, enjoying each other’s company. I stretched my arms and took off my jacket, proclaiming, “It’s such a nice night.”
“Yeah it is,” he replied. “Not all stuffy like in there.” He gestured towards are friends in the house. I giggled, having just thought the same thing. He smiled at me and then stood up, “Let’s go for a walk, I’m not quite ready to go back inside yet.”
I agreed wordlessly and followed him through the side gate, not wanting to draw the attention of our friends. I couldn’t believe this was happening. Before he left I thought that I had completely blown my opportunity with him, before now I was shy and froze up anytime I saw him. Creating awkward silences when there used to be flirty conversation.
Now that he’s back and I have this opportunity to spend some alone time with him I fully intend to take advantage of the situation. At the start of the walk, we mostly just talked about his semester abroad. After about five minutes, we had reached a park. He led me over to the swings and we each took a seat, then he turned the conversation to me. “So, how was your semester?”
I laughed and answered, “Strenuous.” I smiled when I heard him laugh. “Classes were a bit difficult, but getting used to that and my new job was a bit overwhelming at times.”
He pulled out another cigarette and gestured for us to share it. I nodded my head and he lit the death stick. After taking a drag he passed it over to me, asking, “So I’m guessing you didn’t have much time to date.”
I understood the significance of this sentence, he was not so subtly checking to see if I had a boyfriend. I smiled at him, and replied in a soft voice, “Not really, but I didn’t meet anyone last quarter that I wanted to date anyways.”
I could tell he was trying to hide it, but I could tell he was relieved. I looked at him for a few seconds, memorizing his eyes and his wonderful smile. I then stood up and held out my hand to him with a smile, “Let’s head back.”
He gladly took my hand and stood close to me. He made to begin walking, but I squeezed his hand to make him stop. Once he did, he turned to look at me, a question in his eyes. I knew that what I was about to do next was risky, but the only thing that went through my head as I leaned forward to kiss him was, “It’s now or never.”
My free hand gently cupped the side of his face as I applied as small amount of pressure against his smooth lips. “This is it,” I thought. “If he doesn’t respond after a second or two, then I’ll head back to the house and never mention this again.” I waited for what felt like forever, and felt no response. As I begrudging began to pull away, I felt a rush of cold air to my hand that was incased in his. “Oh no. I blew it. He’s never going to talk to-” During mid-thought, I felt his hands cradle my face and bring me back to his lips. Applying even more pressure than I had done. I kissed back with enthusiasm. I moved my other hand to the back of his head and curled my fingers into his hair.
He noticed my reaction and brushed his tongue against my bottom lip, I gladly welcomed him in and kissed him passionately for a good five minutes before we had to break for air. He dropped his hands from my face to my waist, and pressed his forehead against mine. It suddenly felt very cold outside, and I shuddered as we regained our breath, and then I said, “We should probably go back inside.”
He nodded and kissed me once more before taking my hand and leading me back to his house. Once we got back, I immediately noticed how quiet it was. After noting everyone’s disappearance, he found a note on the counter. “Hey guys, we all went to a party off campus. Would have invited you but we couldn’t find you or get a hold of you.”
Rather than be hurt by the abandonment of our friends I took full advantage of the completely empty house. I gave him a look, and he seemed to know exactly what I was thinking. He came back over to me and hungrily brought my lips back to his. I attacked his mouth with my greedy lips as he lifted me by the waist and supported me under my butt, kissing me as he carried me to his room. He lowered me onto his bed and stripped his shirt off before kissing down my neck.
At first he was gently nibbling and sucking on my skin as my hands searched his bare back. After my hands traveled forward and rested on his chest he bit down on my collarbone. I exhaled sharply, and after hearing this sound of encouragement he brought his hand up to my breast, supporting himself above me with the other. He kissed me again as he began kneading my breast with his left hand. I loved the feeling of his hand against me, and a greedy thought came to me.
Before he even had time to react, I pushed him off of me and onto his back. I leaned over and straddled his pelvis before sitting up and peeling my shirt over my head, leaving me on top of him with nothing but my jeans (that’s right, no underwear) and my bra. I ground my crotch against his as I bent down and kissed him hungrily. He didn’t even hesitate to grab both of my breasts, molding them in his hands before reaching around and unhooking my bra. He began to knead my breasts again, and I groaned from the feel of his cold hands.
He flipped me onto my back once more and kissed down to my breasts. Teasing softly around my hard nipples with his tongue and his teeth, before taking my left nipple into his mouth and pleasuring it while his hand pulled on my other nipple. What he was doing to me felt fabulous, and I was suddenly overcome with a desire to make him feel as amazing as he is making me feel.
While he continued to work and switch treatments to my breasts, I brought my hand to the button of his pants. I slid my hand down along the outside of his pants and stroked his groin. At this he shuddered and bit down on my breast hard. As I began to unbutton and unzip him, he raised himself back to my eye level and panted, “Wait!”
I froze my hand where it was, resting on top of his undone zipper above his hard shaft. I looked at him with questions in my eyes and he breathed, “If we go any farther I don’t think I’ll be able to stop myself. I want you so badly, but I don’t want to hurt you by going too far.”
I was touched. I had figured that most guys our age wouldn’t even stop to consider my feelings and give in whole heartedly to his own desires. I knew there was a reason why I liked. I smiled at him and kissed him before I said, “I’m game if you are.”
He looked at me like the happiest man in the world, and violently pulled my mouth back to his. As he kissed me I continued with my teasing and moved my hand into the waistband of his boxers. I traced my fingers through his pubic hair and caressed a finger along the length of his shaft. He moaned into my mouth as I closed my hand around his swollen member. As I began to stroke him, he stopped kissing me and concentrated on the waves of pleasure that were coursing through his body.
I watched him in fascination. Even with his eyes closed and his mouth slightly ajar, he was sexiest man I had ever seen. My hand felt forced and halted by the lack of lubrication on his dick, so I removed my hand and brought it up to my face. He opened his eyes and stared into mine, giving me a look that could mean nothing but gratitude as I licked my palm and placed it back on him. I smiled up at him and kissed him softly, making my hand movements faster at the same time. After I brushed my thumb over the tip of his cock, he groaned aloud. A wild, guttural sound that set off my most primal instincts. I separated from his lips and panted, “I want you. I want you now.”
He nodded and allowed me to removed his jeans, he reached down towards mine and cupped his hand against the fabric that was concealing my crotch. He pressed hard and felt the wetness of the denim, then he looked into my eyes and smirked. He knew the effect he was having on me, and I could tell he meant to take full advantage of it. Looking into my eyes the entire time, he brought his face back to my breasts and began teasing them once more, removing my pants as he did so. I helped him slide my jeans off and then his hand moved up my inner thigh and onto my vagina. He began to circle his fingertip around my clit as he sucked on my breasts.
I was so overcome with pleasure that I had closed my eyes. He immediately stopped everything and said with a deep growl, “Open your eyes.” I did as he requested and watched him as he continued to tease my body. As he slid his first finger into me he began to kiss down my body, never breaking eye contact with me. Right as he came above my cleanly shaved pussy, he inserted another of his strong fingers.
I fought the urge to close my eyes and give over to the sensation of pleasure, but my resolve faded as soon as his mouth reached my clitoris. His fingers sawed into me savagely as his tongue continuous attacked my clit. Waves of pleasure that I had never felt before coursed through me, and as a carnal fire built up inside of me and dug my fingers into his hair and pushed him closer to my womanhood. Moaning loudly as he worked his wonderful magic.
I pulled on his hair to yank him back up, and I begged, “I’m so close, PLEASE. I need you inside of me now!” He pulled his fingers out of me and slid back up my body, kissing every patch of skin that he could find. Once he got back to my face I pulled down his boxers and peeled them away from his body.
Even after I had already felt him down there, I was not prepared for what I saw. He was HUGE. He noticed my staring and he chuckled to himself, “Like what you see?”
In answer I wrapped my fingers around him and breathed into his ear, “Very much.” I pushed him again onto his back and ground my wet pussy against his hard dick. He grabbed my hips and pulled me back and forth, helping me get him fully prepared for the main event. I kissed down his neck and sucked on his collar bone as we grinded, repaying him for the hickeys that he surely gave me.
Above me I heard him pant, “Get. The. Condom. From. The. Dresser.” I kissed down to his chest, along his abdomen and finished my journey at the head of his cock. I kissed the tip softly and then stood up to retrieve the rubber.
I found the condom in record time, and turned back to him on the bed. He was propped up on his elbows, dick fully erect and a wild look in his eyes. I slowly walked back over to the bed, unwrapping the condom with my teeth and removing it from its package. With the condom in my left hand I slowly kissed up his right leg, dragging my breasts across his skin as I moved higher.
Then I came to his penis. I gave him a playful look before licking his ball sack and then licking up his shaft. I reached the tip of his penis and maneuvered it so that I would go into my mouth. I slowly bobbed my head up and down, trying to get his huge member as far down my throat as possible. He groaned loudly, and begged, “If you keep doing that I’m not going to last very long.”
With his penis still in my mouth and I looked up and into his eyes, giving the head another hard suck before removing myself from him and placing the condom onto him. I crawled back up his body, letting my nipples drag against his skin.
He grabbed my face and kissed me passionately before turning me over once more and placing himself between my legs. He kissed the tip of my nose and wiped my hair out of my face. Breathing, “Are you sure you want to do this?”
Even with his dick completely hard, he was trying to protect me. I grazed my fingers across his cheek and spoke the truth. “I’ve wanted this ever since I met you.” He smiled and kissed me again before gripping his cock and moving it into my aching pussy.
He was a lot thicker than I anticipated, I inhaled sharply as he pushed himself farther into me crying out as his head pushed against my g-spot. He stopped and started to say something but before he could utter a syllable I whined, “Why did you stop?”
He chuckled and then proceeded to shove the rest of himself inside me. This was definitely the most full I’ve ever felt in my life, he looked into my eyes as he started thrusting back and forth. His eyes were the most spectacular shade of green that I’d ever seen, and I just couldn’t help but kiss him as my thrusts met his.
Something primal must have struck him, because the more I tried to participate the more aggressive he became. He even grabbed my hands and pinned them over my head, which was incredibly hot. I never knew how amazing being dominated could feel and I groaned at my submission. He could tell that I was enjoying myself. As he continually thrust harder and faster, he repositioned us so that I he was on his knees and my leg was positioned onto his shoulder. He began pumping into me at an incredible rate and using one of his hands to grope my breast roughly. It almost hurt, but I found that I liked it. I felt that fire build up again inside me, burning hotter and hotter as he continued to ravage me.
His body was shaking and I could tell he was close, I wanted him to finish. Not only did I want him to finish but I wanted to finish with him. As he continued to thrust aggressively and claw at my breasts I brought my fingertips down to my clit and began working my button, bringing me as close to my climax as him.
He shouted, “I’m gonna cum!” And as he gave one final thrust he crashed his lips onto mine and kissed me deeply as we both gave over to the blinding pleasure.
As our orgasm ended, he collapsed onto me and rolled to my side. Not wanting to crush me I guessed. I panted, “Come here.” And I curled myself onto his chest. He held me as we breathed into each other’s skin.
Even after the heat escaped us, and our breathing became steady we continued to lay on the couch. He kissed my forehead and said, “That was incredible. I’ve wanted to do that with you for the longest of time, and I can’t believe it finally happened.”
I gazed into his eyes adoringly and replied, “Me neither babe.”
Brow furrowed, intense brown eyes staring into Vicki’s blue eyes, Shelby’s voice was sharp and demanding, “Spit or swallow?”
Victoria Brennon laughed. “Really? That’s the most intimate question you can think to ask me?”
“What?” Shelby asked, blinking away her serious expression and trading it for wide-eyed surprise. “That’s intimate!”
Vicki surrendered with a wave of her hand. The wine buzz in her head felt good, but not as good as spending time with Shelby. “Okay, you’re right. Swallow. What about you?”
Shelby’s smile started slowly and finished with in a full grin of perfect teeth. “I love to swallow,” she confessed. “I mean, I really, really love to swallow.”
“Since Ricky Satterfield.”
Vicki howled with laughter at the name from their distant past. “Ricky, Ricky, Ricky,” she chanted, shaking her head in disbelief at the series of images that flash through her head like a mental PowerPoint presentation.
Ricky, the former high school swim team captain. standing in his well stuff Speedo at the edge of the pool, ready to dive and show his style. Shelby’s longing stare at his stud-muffin body. Shelby’s whispered Yoda-like croak, “Have you, I must.” College freshman Shelby throwing herself at Ricky in the Rat Cellar that night. Shelby coming back to their room to report, “He was delicious!”
Vicki stopped the mental replay before the part where Ricky broke Shelby’s heart. It hadn’t taken long. Three weeks later, he was two-timing her. Four weeks later, Vicki and Shelby were plotting their revenge on the swim-god turned devil. No, she didn’t need to go there. “Was he the first time you swallowed?”
Shelby nodded, her big smile fading into a shy grin. Vicki had known Shelby too long. Shelby wasn’t remembering how it ended with Ricky. she was thinking of something else. “First time I ever did that.”
“Whoa! First time you gave a guy a BJ?”
“No! I had done that before. Just the first time I let a guy finish.” Shelby sipped her wine, her eyes looking over Vicki’s shoulder. Pulling away the plastic cup, she told the rest. “And I liked it. A lot. I mean, a whole lot.”
Squirming, Vicki released an extra twitter of laughter. “I like to do it, too.” She took a draw from her cup, before deciding she owed Shelby more. “A lot.” Did she owe Shelby more of an answer than that? She hoped not. While dying from embarrassment is rare, Vicki wouldn’t risk it confessing how she loved the feel of a man’s hard cock between her lips and in her hands. Maybe more than she liked fucking guys, she liked sucking them; feeling the way their cocks swelled as they got close, seeing the head of their prick turning from deep red to dark purple before release, anticipating the thrill of their release – the thrill for her. Fuck him. Well, suck him. She liked sensing he was close and knowing she had done that. She liked building his release, pushing him closer to it, and never knowing precisely when it would happen until it started. She liked the way he tasted, before and after his release. Before his release, she liked the taste of manliness and the smell that is all man. But after his release; hell, DURING his release, she liked the sudden splash of semen against the back of her throat or the roof of her mouth or against her tongue. It was a craving, a sinful need inside of her, and this was as close as she ever came to admitting it.
Shelby pushed. Did she sense the rest? Roommates since year one at State, how well they knew each other was a comfort when something was wrong and a nuisance when the secret was one to keep. “I like it when they come in my mouth,” she said. She giggled when she said it. Was she giddy from the wine? Eyes. Look at the eyes, they always tell the truth. Dammit, she was looking right at Vicki again. “What about you?”
“It’s the best part,” Vicki allowed, taking a longer draw from her cup of wine and looking into the ceiling corner, hoping she looked innocent and casual.
“You love it, don’t you!”
“I like it! I just said I like it.”
“Victoria Maria Brennon, don’t you dare lie to me!”
“Like, love, what’s the difference?” she asked, desperately holding on to an innocent look that wasn’t fooling her friend.
“I liked Ricky, but I loved Bradford.”
Vicki rolled her eyes. Bradford Wilson was the reason behind their drinking fest. In true Shelby form, she had fallen fast and hard for another cute guy with a swagger. To her credit, this relationship had lasted months, but Vicki scoffed at the idea that it had been “Love.” Still, her friend’s heart break was real and Vicki was happy to help her drink it away. Working quickly, she wanted Shelby’s mind away from Bradford. “Okay, fine. I love cum.”
“Ha! I knew it! You’re a cum-slut, aren’t you?”
“You heard me.”
“Yeah, I heard you, but I’ve never heard you talk like that before,” Vicki said, knowing it was her turn to wear the wide-eyed look of surprise.
“Fuck it. Fuck you. And Fuck Bradford, too. I’m a fucking cum slut and I’m proud of it!”
Recognizing the alcohol talking, Vicki seized on the positive. “Me too!” she cheered.
“Cum slut,” Shelby called her with the satisfied smirk of a drunk who had just proven it got dark at night.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” she replied, laughing at her friend.
“Do you like it when a guy comes on your face, too?”
“I like it better in my mouth. Less messy.”
“Yeah, me too. But I like it on my face, too. Or tits. What do they call that? A necklace of pearls or something?”
“Pearl necklace,” Vicki corrected, wondering if she should cut her friend off from more wine and how she would do that with a freshly opened bottle sitting between them.
“You ever heard of a circle jerk?” Shelby asked. Vicki shook her head, she hadn’t. “Sean told me about it.” Vicki was glad to hear a different name from Brandon’s. Sean was last year’s heartbreak for Shelby. “A bunch of guys stand in a circle and jerk off.”
“Fuck, I don’t know.” She always swore more when she was drunk. “I want to be in the middle of one. Wouldn’t that be hot?”
“Sounds like the end of every porno movie I’ve ever seen.”
“You like porn, too?”
Vicki filled her cup with as much wine as it would hold. She wasn’t going to drink it, but it kept it out of her friend’s cup. She set the bottle closer to her than Shelby. “I’ve watched it. I don’t know how much I like it, but it’s hot sometimes.”
“Yeah, it’s stupid. But the guys are hot. I like when they cum on the girl, like when they cum on her face or her tits or something? Fuck, that’s hot to me. I always wish I was the girl. I want that.”
“I like tasting it more.”
“Oh wait, I know! They can cum on me and you can lick me clean! That would be hot, right?” Shelby asked, rocking side to side in her chair to music only she could hear. Vicki cursed force feeding her most of that first bottle.
“That’s a little gay, isn’t it?”
“What’s gay about licking cum off my tits?” Her words were beginning to slur. Shelby fell into a fit of happy giggles as she worked out the problem. “Oh, because it’s my tits. But I have nice tits! You want to see them?” Setting down her cup of wine, she pulled up her t-shirt and bra. “See?”
Her giggle infected Vicki, too. “Stop it. I’ve seen your tits before. And yes, you have very nice breasts.”
“And great nipples, too,” she said, flickering her finger over one of them. “I like my tits.”
Vicki thought of all the stupid porn stories she had read that started with two coeds getting drunk before they became lesbian lovers for life. That wasn’t going to happen to her. Not tonight. “Okay, tit girl. They’re very nice. Now put them away. We’re talking about blow jobs, remember?”
“I’d lick cum off your tits,” Shelby said, unsnapping her bra and pulling it off through the arm holes of her t-shirt before she pulled her shirt back into place.
“Do you have any idea how gay that sounds?”
“Fuck you! I’m not talking about being a lesbian, I’m talking about licking up cum. That’s not gay. I’m a cum slut, remember?” Her tone flashed belligerent drunk before flashing back to happy drunk. “I like it when a guy cums on my face. It’s hot.”
As she reached for the bottle of wine, Vicki knew she had to do more than change the topic away from becoming a lesbian. Shelby was drunk enough, more wasn’t a good idea. “Yeah and it’s hot in here. Let’s go for a walk, okay?”
“Yeah, okay. I gotta pee, first.” Watching Shelby stand and negotiate her way to the bathroom, Vicki was glad to see her friend move without a stagger. Even if the fresh air didn’t sober her up, the time away from the open bottle of wine would.
On the sidewalk in front of their apartment building, Shelby turned first towards campus, two blocks to the east. Hooking her arm, Vicki turned west. The campus had a stricter policy against public intoxication than the rest of the world. She aimed them towards the bright lights of the strip, three city blocks of coffee shops, fast food, tattoo parlors, and bars serving the college. She would have to guide Shelby past the bars, hoping their lack of getting dress-up would be enough. Shorts and t-shirts were okay for guys out on the prowl, but not respectable pre-med students. The sidewalks of the strip were filled with life as the what felt like the whole of the campus patrolled up and down its neon glitz. If they were lucky, Brandon Wilson was busy doing the horizontal Mambo with his new girlfriend.
Walking upright and in the night air, Shelby presented more sober than Vicki was willing to trust. “You’re the best BFF a girl can have,” she promised Vicki. Then, as they neared the strip, “Hey! Maybe we can find some dick to suck! You want to suck dick with me?”
“Slow down, girlfriend. I’m more in the mood for sucking down a latte, okay?”
“With extra cream?” Shelby asked, reduced to giggles by her alcohol fueled wit. Vicki steered them towards the far, north end of the strip, away from the crowds and closer to a coffee shop she knew stayed opened later than the bars. “I’m not really as drunk as you think. I’m just happy. Do you think I’m a bad girl?”
“Just a drunk one.”
“I just told you, I’m not drunk.”
“Right. When was the last time you walked the strip without a bra?”
“Oh shit, does it show?” Shelby asked, glancing down at her chest where her eyes were greeted with the twin points of her nipples. “I look hot, though, right?”
“Stop it,” Vicki giggled. “Are we going to get coffee or not?” They were standing on the corner, past the bars, a “tobacco” shop, a used clothing store, and a tattoo parlor. The businesses on the strip became seedier the farther north or south one moved. Next to the coffee shop was a different kind of bookstore, an adult bookstore, that rented x-rated DVDs and sold a wide variety of “marital aids.” They crossed against the light, needing to backtrack to get to the coffee shop. Things were fine until they reached other side.
“Let’s go in here first,” Shelby said, pulling Vicki towards the door with the sign warning about graphic nudity behind it and no minors allowed.
“Why? There’s nothing in there for us.”
“Come on, it’ll be fun,” she insisted, pulling Vicki inside with her.
Vicki was surprised to find the store brightly lit and thankful to discover they weren’t the only women shopping. Always curious, but never willful enough to go inside, she gazed around the small space in wonder. Something felt wrong to her about the space. It felt too small. The coffee shop was next door and it was easily two or three times as big as the small retail space. There was a girl working behind the counter. Vicki didn’t recognize her, but guessed she went to State like everyone else in the store. She had jet black hair and enough piercings and tattoos to limit her future job prospects. “Hey ladies,” she said without the sarcasm Vicki would have expected from her.
“Hi!” Shelby brightly said as if meeting her new best friend. “Wassup?”
“Just another day in paradise,” the clerk smirked, satisfying Vicki’s expectation for sarcasm.
Like Vicki, Shelby was wide-eyed and staring around the space as if trying to take it all in at once. “What’s a ‘peep show?’” Shelby piped up, noticing the same neon sign above a darken doorway as Vicki.
Her friend’s question earned an eye roll from the clerk. “Video previews booths. You don’t want to go back there.”
“Why? Because I’m not cool like you?” Shelby asked, hands on her hips.
Another eye roll followed with an exasperated sigh. “Fine, you’re cool, too. You’re the pretty one. I’m just saying, that’s where the guys go to jerk each other off.”
“Like a circle jerk?” Shelby asked, her voice full of eager enthusiasm.
“Sorry,” Vicki offered, making a drinking motion with her hand.
“Really,” the well decorated clerk stated with a flat tone. She added the requisite my-life-sucks sigh before using a bored monotone to deliver a pitch she must have been required to make. “The booths work on tokens. One dollar each. Six for five. Thirteen for ten. Thirty for twenty. No, we don’t have a bathroom. No loitering in the halls. Feed the machine to keep your light on.”
“What’s that mean?” Shelby asked Vicki. She shrugged. She had no idea. Without shame, Shelby asked the clerk.
Miss I’m-Freakier-Than-You smiled. She handed Shelby a tall stack of brass tokens. “Here. You and your girlfriend go find out. Maybe you’ll see something you like.”
Shelby pulled Vicki along as if they were given the keys to the Magic Kingdom. Vicki sensed a set-up, but couldn’t see how to argue her way out of things. Past the darken doorway, they found two door line hallways, solving the mystery of why the store had looked so small. Red lights glowed above closed doors. Behind the two or three closed doors along each row came the sounds of porno movies being played with the volume turned away up. The hallways were a washed with the sounds of moans and groans of simulated passion. Peeking inside an open door, Vicki saw a coin machine, a TV behind glass, and a bench seat built into the wall facing the TV.
Shelby pulled Vicki inside the booth in the middle of a row, shoving two or three tokens into the coin slot. Vicki shut and locked the door as the TV came to life. Inside a space about the size of a changing room, an adult movie blared to life in the middle of a scene. “Cool!” Shelby giggled, finding buttons and changing channels. She fed the machine the rest of their tokens. There were a lot of them.
“What are you doing?” Vicki asked.
“Watching porn!” Shelby cheered, skipping past the all girl scene to the next channel. She paused to watch a pretty blonde kneeling on the floor as a man with a super sized prick jerked off. Between the blonde’s open mouth and the man jerking off, it was easy to tell what was next. “Let’s watch this one!” her friend declared, sitting on the bench seat.
Vicki sighed, leaning against the door instead of sharing the small bench with her friend. Were they really doing this? What next? They fall into each other arms for hot lesbian sex? It wasn’t happening. At the booth was clean, though she didn’t want to think why there was a roll of paper towels on the wall or a small trashcan beneath the bench. She noticed holes in the wall. On each side of the booth, at waist height, a three inch hole peered into the booth next door. “What are these for?” She tried imagining a use for them.
“Maybe the peep show part of things?” Shelby reasoned, slipping off the bench to peek through the hole on her side.
Curious, Vicki squatted near the opposite hole, looking through without putting her eye to it. There was a guy in the booth next door and he was opening up his pants. She heard the soundtrack from his side of the wall and saw just above and below waist illuminated by the glow of his TV. “Oh-mi-god!” she whispered as the man pushed down his pants and pulled on his hardening cock.
“What?” Shelby asked, turning around, looking over Vicki’s shoulder.
“Look!” Vicki whispered in a hoarse stage-whisper, staring in disbelief. Did this guy know they could see? Maybe that was the point? But that didn’t make sense. How would know if there was a guy or a chick watching? Did a lot of girls come in here? Did he see the two of them go inside this booth? There were a few guys loitering in the hallway, regardless of what the clerk had said.
Shelby pressed tight against Vicki for a better look, her chin on her friend’s shoulder, pressing against her back. “Stick a finger in the hole, let him know we’re here,” she whispered.
“I’m not doing that. You do it!”
“Fuck you,” Shelby giggled, poking two fingers into the hole. “Yoo-hoo!” she said with more giggles before she pulled her fingers to watch. Whoever he was, she had gotten his attention. He faced the hole, pointing his hard cock at them, moving closer like a cheesy 3-D movie until he reached the hole and pressed his hard cock through it. “Cool!” Shelby cooed. “Touch it!”
“You touch it.”
“Move and I will.”
Vicki moved to the side. Without fear, Shelby did more than touch it, she stroked it. “Mm, he’s really hard,” she purred, rubbing her cheek and chin against the hard prick before pulling away. Hand still caressing it, she pointed it towards Vicki. “You touch it.”
“No way! “
“I’m going to suck him off,” Shelby teased, giving the smooth head of the stranger’s prick a stabbing lick with her tongue. The smooth flesh of his hard-on glistened where she licked it.
“You don’t know who he is! He might have a disease!”
“Oh, shut-up. You know as well as I do saliva kills most pathogens. Besides, he’s just some horny guy from school.”
“Or some fugly dude who couldn’t score.”
“His dick isn’t fugly,” Shelby pointed out, laying her tongue flat along the sensitive underside of his hard cock and licking upwards. “And he tastes like cock. I’m doing it.”
Leaning her head against the wall, Vicki watched Shelby opening her mouth, drawing the anonymous cock between her lips, and bobbing her head back and forth. She left a collar of wetness behind each time she pulled her mouth back. She moaned. Vicki saw the nameless cock swell, the veins becoming more pronounced, and she knew what was happening. He was close to his orgasm. Vicki felt a thrill for the pending pay-off. Right or wrong, Shelby was doing it, really doing it, and she was about to get a mouthful of cum as her reward. When it happened, Vicki found herself jealous.
Pulling away from the hole, Shelby opened her mouth, showing Vicki the load on her tongue before swallowing it. “Mm, yummy! I want more.”
“I can’t believe you just did that!”
“Why not? Who cares?”
“But you don’t know that guy.”
“So? He doesn’t know me, either.”
“What has gotten into you?”
“About five milliliters of semen,” Shelby said with a grin. “Jealous?”
“No,” Vicki lied. “But you have another friend.” On the opposite side of the booth, another hard dick poked through that hole. Fatter than the first, though not much longer, Shelby didn’t hesitate to put the fat prick inside her mouth. Vicki moved, watching her from the bench seat. “Having fun?”
“Mm,” Shelby moaned, while she turn her head to look at Vicki. There was a clear twinkle in her eyes. She bobbed her head several times, leaving the man’s prick wet enough to stroke it with her hand. “He’s already close. Should I let him come on my face?”
“It’s your party,” Vicki said before cursing herself for enabling. Too late. Vicki finished the man with several deft pulls of her hand, holding her cheek next his prick. He erupted, spraying her cheek, lips, nose, and chin.
“Oh fuck yeah,” Shelby moaned, rubbing her face against the fat dick and spreading his sticky goo across her face until it shimmered with wetness.
Vicki squirmed. While she wasn’t a fan of facials, she wasn’t numb to the thrill of watching her friend relish in receiving one. She wouldn’t admit she was getting aroused, but she couldn’t deny it, either. “Plan on walking home like that?”
The drive up the mountain on Friday was rather uneventful. It was a nice leisurely drive on a sunshine filled afternoon. The trees were in peak change, the sky was a clear blue, and I could see for miles on every curve I rounded. About mid-afternoon, I was pulling into the lookout over “Lover’s Leap”.
I am convinced that every major mountain range has a “Lover’s Leap”, and it is a staple for the tourists. You know the tale; boy meets girl, boys parents don’t approve of girl (or girls parents don’t approve of boy), they cannot be together in life and so they tragically throw themselves off a mountain cliff. It is the tragic love story that pulls on everyone’s heartstrings.
Well, the story of this place is no different, and the lookout over “Lover’s Leap” is absolutely fantastic. Here and there you can see graffiti on rocks “John Loves Julia, Kevin + Lisa, etc.”, but even that doesn’t take away from the beauty of the place. Actually, the graffiti is almost expected in place such as that, if it wasn’t there… well… it just wouldn’t be the same.
At any rate, as I pulled into the parking area of the lookout and shut off my truck, I saw a car full of young women pull in next to me. I slid out of my truck at the same time they were opening their doors and I watched as the two on the passenger side exited. They were like a group of excited school girls, off on their first adventure.
They were all full of smiles and bubbly personalities. Their mood was almost infectious as I smiled back at them warmly. The one in the front seat stood about 5 foot with long raven black hair. She had those dark features that you might imagine on a woman of Italian descent. She was rather top heavy, and the spandex pants didn’t leave much to the imagination.
The one in the back seat was her polar opposite; she stood about 6 foot in height, with dirty blonde hair cut in a bob cut. She had fair skin, was flat-chested and as skinny as a rail. However, she had the most beautiful smile I had ever seen and her eyes were a bright green that twinkled with delight.
The other two young ladies were equally as appealing, both standing between 5 foot 5 and 5 foot 7. One of them was a strawberry blonde, with a full head of frizzy hair and a little thick around middle. The other was of obviously of mixed descent, probably African-American and either white or Latino. She was the curviest of them all, with her nice bubble butt wrapped up in tight white sweatpants. Absolutely delicious!
I strolled across the walled area, looking out over the valley and taking in the majestic beauty of the mountain ranges. Like I said earlier, the leaves were in peak change and the view was absolutely spectacular. The only thing more appealing then the view of the mountains was my peripheral view of the four young ladies as they each posed sexily for pictures. Those mountain ranges were just as appealing as the view over “Lover’s Leap” and just as beautiful in their various sizes and sexiness.
As I was leaving, I stopped and asked them if they all wanted a picture together. I swear it was like I was now their best long lost friend, as they all lit up with smiles and giggles. I snapped a few pictures of them with each of their cameras, bid them adieu and then finished my drive up the mountain.
Before I crested the mountain, I checked my phone one last time and responded to the urgent emails for work. A short while later, I lost signal and shut down the phone… ready for a weekend of limited communications!
I rolled through the small town and drove down the Blue Ridge Parkway to my home away from home. The only people on my road were the locals and I threw up my hand in greeting to each of them as I made my way to the cabin. Thankfully, the gate was still locked and everything looked to be intact. After a short climb up the steep drive, I was finally home.
I went through my normal routine, checking the outbuildings and fencing for any signs of damages. Then I stepped into the house, opened a few windows (to let some fresh air in), and began to bring in the coolers and luggage. Somehow I had managed to overlook lunch, and since it was close to 3:30pm, I was now feeling famished.
When I got done forming out the hamburgers, I realized that I had forgotten to pack any cheese or bread. That only meant one thing, a trip back to the small town. I made a quick inventory of what I needed and was back on the road again to the only small store within 30 miles.
Lo and behold, but what should I find? It was the same car full of young ladies that I had met on “Lover’s Leap” about an hour prior. This time, they didn’t look so jubilant and happy. It was like someone had burst their bubble of joy and they were actually on the verge of tears.
As I stepped into the store I overhead the young mixed girl talking with the cashier about local places to stay. Apparently the four fun seekers had neglected to plan ahead. During the peak time of the year, that is not really the wisest of choices. The cashier was apologizing to them, explaining that she didn’t know of any place that they could stay. All the local spots were booked, and the closest place that might be free was at least an hour away.
The driver left the small store looking sad and at a loss. The cashier just looked at me, shrugged her shoulders and said, “You know how it is at this time of the year. How long you up for this time?”
“Just a few days, Jess,” I told her, “Nothing open around here, huh?”
“Nope, everything is packed through Sunday. Uh-oh, you got that look your eyes again. Gonna take in some lost puppies, are ya?” she said smiling, “Well, remember what happened last time you did that. That guy just about cleaned you out of house and home.”
“Yeah, Jess,” I said solemnly, “I remember. But this time is different…”
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you. Now, give me that list you’re holding and I will have Kip round up your groceries.”
I handed her the list and stepped out onto the porch of the store. I leaned against one of the posts and listened to the young ladies discussing what they needed to do. They really didn’t have a lot of viable options and they quickly realized their hopes of a fun filled weekend were flowing down the drain.
“Excuse me,” I said to them, “I hope you don’t mind me poking my nose in your business, but… I overhead a little about your problems.”
“Oh, hey!” cried the strawberry blonde, “You’re the guy that took our pictures for us, back at the lookout, right?”
“Guilty as charged,” I said smiling, “Where ya’ll from?”
It turns out they were all freshmen sorority sisters at NC State University. On Thursday night, on a whim, they decided they wanted to go to the mountains. As soon as their classes were over with on Friday morning, they hit the road and didn’t even think about reserving rooms ahead of time.
“Well, the way I see it, you ladies have two options,” I began, “You can head back down the mountain and get a room down there, or…”
“Or?” quipped the driver smartly.
“Or…” I repeated myself, “You can find a local to hopefully put you up for the weekend.”
“We don’t know anyone around here, so that’s not an option!” the driver said in her smart ass tone.
“Listen, young lady,” I said as I leaned in, “Perhaps you should start listening with your ears instead of your mouth and smart ass attitude.”
Her mouth began working like a fish out of water as she struggled for a quick reply. I looked over at the rest of the young ladies, who were fighting back laughter. “Ok, so, I have a place a little further up the mountain. I have three bedrooms, two of which are not being used right now. If you want, I will let you stay there. The only thing I ask is that you leave me some hot water, you clean up after yourselves, and that you pitch in for your food. How does that sound?”
“How do we know you aren’t some sort of weirdo?” the driver asked me.
“Fair enough question and I am glad you asked it. Go inside and ask Jess about me, if you want you can call the local sheriff and check with him.” I told them and watched as they filed one by one into the little store.
I could see them talking with Jess and Kip. Jess was getting animated, and I could only guess that they were receiving an earful from her. A short while later, they all filed back out onto the porch and I asked them, “Well, what ya gonna do?”
“She said for us not to take advantage of your kindness, but that we couldn’t ask for a better man to put us up for the weekend,” Replied the raven haired girl.
“I guess that means we are in,” smiled the blonde.
“Fair enough,” I said. “Let’s gather up the groceries and ya’ll can follow me up the hill.”
We quickly gathered up the groceries and the girls chipped in on the extra food for themselves. With the five of us carrying the groceries, the back of the truck was loaded quickly and we were on our way to the mountain house.
They settled in quickly, unloading their bags into the extra bedrooms and exploring the rest of the house. Much to their dismay, they learned that TV wasn’t an option unless they wanted to watch a movie I had on DVD and that their cell phone coverage was almost non-existent.
“What do you do for fun up here?” asked Tammy, the strawberry blonde, smiling.
“Usually I just run around in the nude and enjoy nature.” I said, laughing as all of their eyes got big as saucers. “No… I am only half kidding, I just enjoy the outdoors and being away from things. I go fishing, hiking, etc. Right now, though, I am ready to put some food on the grill.”
I lit the charcoal and went about the rest of my normal chores, leaving the girls to their own devices. When the coals got hot, I went back inside to find they had all changed into long t-shirts that fell to their mid-thigh and I assumed they had shorts underneath. Two of them were working at cutting the vegetables and the other two were making preparations for the rest of the food. I couldn’t help but notice the magical appearance of beer on the table, and chuckled inwardly.
A short while later, Tammy joined me at the grill, watching me grill the burgers. She handed me an extra beer, and I gladly took it. I listened to her slightly slur her words as the beer began to take effect on her system. The cool evening air blew across the deck and caused her to openly shiver. I watched as her nipples formed little bumps under her t-shirt and goosebumps popped out on her smooth legs.
She finished her beer in a quick swallow and set the bottle on the railing. I watched as she ran both of her hands over arms, trying to warm them up and knocked her bottle onto the deck in the process. As she bent over to pick up the bottle, I quickly found that I was wrong to assume they were all wearing shorts.
It was my turn for my eyes to grow large as saucers as her soft asscheeks became visible when the t-shirt rode up when she bent over. The only thing keeping me from seeing all she had to offer was the bright red thong that parted her twin cheeks perfectly. Immediately, I felt that familiar stirring in my crotch as I quickly downed my own beer, trying to behave myself.
Pulling the burgers off the grill, we made our way into the house and the five of us made short work of the food. It was quite tasty and the company was delightful. I learned that all of them were going to school to be engineers, their names were Tammy (18), Shelly (blonde, 19), Jenny (raven haired, 19) and Janesha (20). Their sorority sister had bought them all their beer and liquor prior to them leaving, hence all the beer.
When supper was over, they continued their merry making. They drank more and more beer, and began adding in shots for good measure. The more they drank, the more silly they became, dancing around the living room to the sounds of music coming from their iPods. Finally the cameras came out, and I just shook my head in amusement as they began posing in provocative poses while snapping photos of one another.
Honestly, I found that part of the evening the most enjoyable so far. I watched each of them lustfully as they hiked their legs up on the furniture and blew kisses at the cameras. As the night wore on, I began seeing more and more of their young flesh as they stuck their asses out provocatively. Tammy wasn’t the only one in a thong, Janesha also sported a nice green thong, while Shelly wore a modest pair of panties and Jenny wore boy shorts.
I excused myself and slipped into the bathroom to take a hot shower. While I stood there, letting the hot water cascade over my naked form, I heard the bathroom door swing open. In walked Shelly, obviously inebriated, as she steadied herself by clutching the counter as she walked to the toilet.
“Excuse me,” she slurred, “but I have to go pee.”
“Go ahead,” I called from the shower. From where I stood, I could see her hike her t-shirt up around her waist and pull her panties down to her ankles. I caught full view of her neatly trimmed pussy before she sat down. My cock spring to full mast instantly, like a light switch had been turned on.
I continued to watch her as she finished, wiped and stood up. She turned her body towards me, facing me, making it obvious that she knew I could see her. I took in her sweet pussy as she hesitated and then finally bent over and pulled her panties up to her waist. She flushed and as she stepped out of the room. No sooner was she gone than I heard them all laughing hysterically.
Shutting off the hot water, I stepped out of the shower to dry off just in time for the door to swing back open and for Tammy to come walking in. She caught one sight of my naked form, as well as my rock hard cock and her face turned beet red. She quickly stepped back out of the room and all I could hear was a bunch of “Oh my gawds!” and “really!?” followed by more laughter.
I didn’t even bother to dress as I wrapped the towel around my waist and made my way out into the hallway. The four young women all sat in the living room silently, fighting drunken laughter as I walked between them on the way to my bedroom. The towel did absolutely nothing to hide my obvious arousal as my stiff cock made a tent in the thin fabric.
I left my door open slightly, as I quickly toweled myself off. The sound of snickers coming from the other side of the wall as each of them took a turn peeking into my room and watching me dry off. Finally dried off, I just climbed on to my bed and lay there in the nude. I reached over and flipped off the light, leaving the only light in the room coming in from the slightly open door.
My eyes felt heavy and I slowly drifted off to sleep to the sound of chattering coming from the other room. About an hour later, I was awoken by the sound of my door swinging open slowly. The silhouette of a young woman stood at the foot of my bed, the light illuminating my nude form as she stood there watching me. From the frizzy head of hair I knew that my voyeur was the youngest of the four girls.
Through my slightly closed eyelids I watched as Tammy pulled her t-shirt up and over her head. I could see the curves of her soft breasts as the light shone around them. My sleep filled mind wondered if I was just dreaming as she slid on to the top of my bed and crawled up next to me.
I felt her soft breasts press against my side and her small hand flitter over my abdomen. She had the smell of beer and whiskey on her breath, as she fought back the giggles that threatened to overtake her. I heard snickers coming from the other side of the room as the other three young ladies took turns peeking into the open door “covertly”.
Tammy’s hand trembled slightly with nervousness as she tentatively reached down and took my semi-erect cock in her small hand. I moaned lightly and she jumped as I gave her a slight scare. Her eyes locked with mine as I asked her softly, “What are you doing, girl?”
“It…it… is a dare. We are playing truth or dare.” She stammered.
“Ahhh, and what is your dare?” I asked her.
“My dare was to climb in bed with you naked and grab your dick.” She slurred, her hand still gripping my steadily growing shaft.
“Well, and you have done just that haven’t you.” I said, “Now what?”
“I don’t know,” she slurred softly, “didn’t think that far ahead.”
“Well, what do you suppose I should do with you?” I asked her, laughing softly.
Her eyes grew bigger as she realized my cock was now erect in her small hand. She ran her fingers over my bulbous cockhead, tickling the tip. “Dunno,” she said, “never been with a man before.”
I moaned slightly at the sound of that, as I battled between deflowering this young girl and having her leave my bed. Finally, the better part of me took over as I told her, “Listen, Tammy, you’re a beautiful young lady. Come back to me when you haven’t been drinking and we will see then. Ok?”
She reluctantly released my hard shaft and slipped off my bed. I watched her stumble through the door and then heard the four of them begin talking excitedly. Then one by one, I was the subject of their truth or dare for the rest of the night. Each one of them came into my dark room, slid up next to me naked and ran their hands up and down my thick cock.
Finally, Janesha came into the room. I watched as she took off her t-shirt, her full breasts coming into view. Unlike the other three girls, she chose to climb up between my legs. I could feel her soft breasts running against my legs as her head became centered over my hard shaft. Her soft, long kinky curly hair tickled my abdomen as she reached out and grasped me in her soft grip.
She pulled my cock back, and began stroking me lightly. I watched as her tongue slipped out of her mouth and circled my cockhead. My moans escaped my mouth as she began tickling my thick shaft with her tongue. She knew what she was doing as she parted her lips and pulled me into her hot mouth.
I propped my head up with a pillow and watched as she began bobbing up and down on my hard cock. Her head and hand moved rapidly on my steely shaft, massaging me in all the right places. She released my cock from her mouth and let it slap against my stomach, and then pulled my balls into her mouth and began sucking on the lightly.
The sounds of my moans must of stirred the others as I saw their heads begin to pop in the room. Building confidence, Tammy walked into the room and approached the side of the bed. Janesha looked at her and smiled as she released my balls from her mouth and took my hard shaft back in her hand.
She lay there giving me a handjob while Tammy looked on in wonder. Janesha licked the bottom of my shaft, tracing it with her tongue and then pulled me into her hot mouth once again. She sucked me expertly, teasing me perfectly, coaxing the cum from my hard shaft.
As a dollop of pre-cum hit her tongue, she pulled her mouth off my cock and pushed her hair behind her ear. I watched as she spit on my cockhead, and rubbed the saliva into my shaft. Then her hand began stroking me hard and fast. I began to moan loudly as the urge to cum started to overwhelm me.
“I’m about to cum…” I warned her.
“Good…” she replied and began stroking me harder.
I yelled out in pleasure as the first burst of cum flew from my cockhead. Janesha turned my cock slightly, aiming the cockhead towards her open mouth as she accepted the first spray against her tongue. I watched as she grabbed Tammy by the back of the head and led her down to my pulsating shaft.
Tammy opened her mouth and wrapped her young lips around my cockhead. I continued to cum, shooting loads of sperm into her mouth and down her throat. Tammy worked rapidly to swallow all I had to offer and the pulled me all the way into her hot little mouth.
“Oh my gawd!” she said, as she released my thick shaft from her lips. She turned flush red and made a bee-line for the door. Janesha licked me clean, squeezing and stroking my shaft until the last drop was coaxed out.