Posts Tagged ‘college girl’

Chapter 1 – Fulfilling people’s desires…



Brooke is a college student and probably the black girl of your dreams. Huge tits, perfect round butt, unbelievable curves, long black hair and a sexy smile on her face. She has a delicious body and she knows how to use it. But this lady won’t tease you and take advantage of you. She will please you and submit to your nastiest desires…







The alarm clock was ringing loudly as I woke up after a few hours of sleep. Sleeping with your hands tied with handcuffs on the bed’s headboard, is definitely not the ideal way to rest. I was feeling my arms so cramped as I managed to reach the key with my lips. I quickly untied myself and got up. I couldn’t be late this evening, or else…



I was very anxious, wondering what’s going to happen tonight, as I walked into the bathroom. I never noticed the big butt plug up my ass until I had to pee. It must had been left in there since last night and I wasn’t feeling it stretching my tight little asshole. It popped out when I pulled it, leaving my asshole wide open. “I’m a really big slut…” I thought. I always feel like that after a long night full of sex. Sometimes I don’t even remember what happened. But then I become horny again and with my pussy all wet, I just can’t stop thinking of my next adventure.



I took a bath and applied lotion all over my body. Back to my bedroom were the clothes I was ordered to wear for tonight’s occasion. A black lacey thong, pink fishnet stockings, an extremely short black leather skirt, a pink see through top, and a pair of 6” high heel sandals with ankle straps. “Oh no, I ‘ll totally look like a cheap slut with those on.” I thought. Yet I had no choice but to put them on. I also put on some makeup, mascara, eye shadow, lipstick and brushed my hair. Ready just on time as the door opened.



“Honeyyy, I’m back. You better be ready.”



That was my stepdad. He is always very strict with me. Whenever I don’t obey his rules, there’s a rough punishment waiting for me. He had ordered me to dress up and be ready before he had returned home.



I quickly walked downstairs, being very careful not to trip and fall in those high heels.



“Yes daddy, I’m ready.”



He came up to me and examined my body up and down.



“Mmm, I see you did a great job Brooke, good girl.”



“Dad, what’s up for tonight? Why did you have me dress up like this?”



“That’s a surprise my little Brooke. You ‘ll find out at the right time. The only thing that you need to know is that tonight you ‘ll have to do whatever they ask you, got it?” He said, as he gently slapped my face with his hand.



Then he brought in a big box and opened it. He took out two pairs of leather handcuffs with which he tied my hands behind my back and my legs. He put a ball gag in mouth, and a blindfold on my eyes. I was totally unable to move, speak or see what was going on, as he grabbed me and put me into the box. He closed it, wrapped it all over and tied a red ribbon around it.



“Ok, guys come on in, you can take it now. You remember the address I gave you right?”



“Yes sir. We ‘ll have it delivered within 30 minutes.”



The two men had no idea what was in the box. They carried it and placed it carefully into the lorry. Then they started the engine and drove all the way to deliver the package. Inside the box I could feel every bump and I was so wet trying to realise what was happening and what’s about to happen.



It all started last night, when my stepdad had called home for dinner his boss and his wife. I was asked to join them and be very polite and elegant, showing off my well manners and lovely personality.



“Make sure you won’t dress like a slut and try to be nice with my boss and his wife. Don’t even think of teasing him like you do with all those guys you meet, his wife is so jealous.”



So I tried to be good. I was wearing a short blue dress, a pair of black stockings, a silk blue thong and stiletto high heels. I was even wearing a bra, so my hard pierced nipples wouldn’t be noticed under the thin fabric of my dress.



However, my stepdad’s boss couldn’t keep his eyes off me. He was even stroking my thighs with his hand under the table during dinner, and he was always asking me about life in college and the guys I was hanging out with. I didn’t say anything as he kept doing this all night. His wife seemed quite annoyed by the situation. He should be more careful since they would have their wedding anniversary the other day.



Despite that, the dinner went quite well and the couple left pleased. But my stepdad wasn’t pleased with me. Not at all actually.



“I told you not to be provocative, didn’t I? I noticed everything, you fucking slut. Your eyes full of lust, and I could even smell your wet cunt. Not to mention your outfit! Maybe the next time I’ll tell you to dress properly, you’ll come naked, you horny bitch!”



“Dad, I never wanted to…”



“Shut your dirty little mouth! This time I’m going to teach you a lesson you won’t forget.”



He said and slapped my face so hard I almost passed out. Then he grabbed my hair and dragged me up to his bedroom. Everything was happening so fast… He tore my dress apart, sat on the bed and made me bend over his knees. Holding his leather belt on his hand, he kept whipping my ass harder and harder. My asscheeks quickly turned red and began to sting. I started to cry. The pain was unbearable.



“Please daddy stop, no more please, no…”



“You fucking whore! You want me to stop?”



“Yes daddy, please stop.”



“I said I would give you a lesson and I will!”



He whipped my ass a couple of times more and pushed me down to the floor. I knew my punishment wasn’t over yet.



“Now bitch, you ‘ll learn what real pain is. You ‘ll never defy me again!”



He took his pants off, letting his huge cock free. It was like 10” big and you could see the veins on it. He grabbed my hair again and led his cock straight into my mouth. Holding my hair tight, he was pushing all the way in and out, making me suck it deep and gag. I was allowed to breathe for less than a second and then his cock would be deep in my throat again.



When he thought I had had enough of him in my mouth, he took his cock out and slapped my face with it, leaving his precum on my cheeks.



Then he put me down on all fours and shoved his cock deep inside my ass. No lube. No preparation. No warning. I was unable to move or speak from the shock. It felt so painful, as he was ramming my asshole hard. That was my real punishment. He was pulling my hair and slapping my asscheeks while fucking me. I was having the roughest fucking of my life and he made sure that the pain would be far greater than the pleasure I was getting from it. I was praying for this to end soon. Suddenly he pulled off his cock and shot his thick cum all over my face.



“I hope that from now on you’ll start to behave properly.”



He led me to the bed and tied my hands with handcuffs on the headboard. He looked at my pussy dripping wet and my asshole wide open from the fucking. Then took a butt plug and pushed it in.



“This will close up this hole for now. I’ll let you sleep for a while, but tomorrow I want you to make up for all you did tonight. I’ll leave you the necessary instructions. Make sure you follow them and be ready when I return from work.”



Feeling faint and weak, I quickly fell asleep. He set the alarm and left.



My mind suddenly returned back to the present while I felt the box moving. The delivery had been finished.



“Please sign here Mr Jones. Thank you.”



My stepdad’s boss, David, received the box and took it into the house.



“Hey Stacey, look what they sent us. I wonder what’s inside…”



He quickly unwrapped it and opened it.



“OMG it’s Brooke from last night! What a sexy outfit and she’s all tied up, gagged and blindfolded! What does that mean? Oh, wait a second, there’s a little notice here.”



“Happy Anniversary Stacey and David! Please accept this gift from me. She will please you all night long.”



“What an awesome gift this is! Look honey we got a special fucktoy for our special night.”



He grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the box. Then took off the blindfold and the ball gag.



“Mmm, I don’t know David, this girl is such a slut…”



“That’s why it’s going to be amazing! Do you want to play with us tonight, sexy?”



“Y-Yes sir.” I was so embarrassed being sent as a fucking sex toy to some strangers.



“Look Stacey, our little Brooke is so shy… Haha, but you can’t hide your arousal young lady. You want it so much isn’t that right?”



He put his hand under my skirt and reached my soaked thong.



“OMG she’s horny as hell!”



“Hey David look there’s another box here, a smaller one. It’s full of sex toys.”



“Let’s not waste any more time, honey. I’ll take her to our bedroom, you go and prepare yourself.”



He didn’t mind to take off my leather handcuffs, yet he put a spiky collar on my neck and pulled me all the way upstairs with a leash. He even took the chance to make fun of me.



“You must love being a fucking slave, don’t you Brooke? I bet that if I had you tied up here, spanking your ass hard, you would say “thank you master” and beg for more, isn’t that right?”



I should deny that, but I couldn’t. He was absolutely right. I was a dirty little slut, who loved some good fucking, and it was very pretty obvious to him.



“Now make your master happy bitch, suck my cock deep, make it hard.”



He took off my handcuffs and held me from the leash. I took his cock in my hands and started rubbing it slowly and licking it all over. It didn’t actually need any sucking, as his cock was hard as rock already. He wanted to have me since last night, when he first met me.



I was sucking his cock slowly, deeper and deeper. Then I would pull off and suck his balls. My eyes were meeting his eyes, full of lust and appreciation. I treated his cock as it deserved, making it red and hard, ready to fuck the shit out of me.



Then Stacey showed up wearing a sexy police officer costume.



“These people are quite kinky.” I thought.



“Hands up everybody, police is here!”



She came up to me and grabbed my hair.



“So you like to seduce married men and suck their cocks you little whore, huh?”



“I didn’t… H-He asked me to do this, madam officer.”



“Shut up you fucking whore, you ‘re under arrest.”



She slapped me on the face and put a ball gag on my mouth. Then she took a pair of handcuffs from her belt and tied my hands to the bed. After that she moved to David.



“Now you two are going to obey me and make me happy, otherwise you ‘ll be very sorry, got that?”



“Yes madam.”



“Good. Now go and fuck her pussy hard, make her feel your cock deep inside her.”



David came behind me and slowly removed my see through top, my leather skirt, my bra and thong.



“You hand this over to me.”



He handed over my black lacey thong to her. It was soaked with my juices.



“Mmm, now my husband will give you what you want so much, you horny bitch.”



Then David pushed his cock in my pussy and started fucking me hard. He was holding me with one hand and with the other he was rubbing my clit. It felt so fucking great. He gradually increased the speed and the power of his thrusts. Stacey was sitting on an armchair, holding my wet thong, smelling it and playing with her clit, while looking at her husband ramming my pussy at the same time.



David pinched my nipples and gave my asscheeks a few slaps as he was about to cum. Then he pulled out and finished on my chest. Stacey came above me and licked every drop of his cum.



“Take a little rest David, I ‘ll take care of her now.”



She took off her shirt and put her huge tits on my face. She sat on my chest, lifting her skirt and removed the ball gag from my mouth. While leaning back she rubbed my clit with her hand. I was licking her clit with my tongue slowly and steady. If I was doing it right, she would rub my clit more and more. Her pussy was all wet, her juices were dripping into my mouth, I was loving every moment of it. David was standing nearby, playing with his cock which had become hard again. Suddenly Stacey got up and went to the bathroom.



A moment later she returned. I noticed a strange bulge under her mini skirt. She came close to me and as she lifted her skirt up, I saw the monster. She was wearing a huge strapon cock and it was coming straight into my mouth.



My lips stretched wide as she put it into my mouth. She pushed it deep but didn’t left it in there for long. She just wanted to make it wet before driving it into my pussy.



Stacey stretched my pussy wide open with her hands and shoved her big strapon cock inside. I was moaning loud while the rubber beast was fucking the shit out of me. Having my legs wide open for her, I was biting my lips, so as not to shout it loud :



“Yes, yes, more please, fuck my pussy. Yes, deeper please, yeah that’s it, fuck my pussy!”



I soon had an extreme orgasm. Stacey smiled at me and pulled off. She took off the strapon cock and her skirt. Wearing only a pair of stiletto high heels she walked to David. He was totally naked and his big cock was hard again.



“Now it’s my turn David, let’s fuck like animals.”



She lied on the floor over a rug made of fur and he lied above her. He kissed her lips deep and she kissed him back passionately. She opened her legs for him as he slid his big cock in her pussy. Her arms around his head and his hands touching every part of her body, while his cock was fucking her pussy slowly.



He pinched her nipples and rubbed her clit. She was moaning loud. He put her legs on his shoulders and fucked her deeper and harder. They were about to cum any moment from now. Then David grabbed her throat hard with his big hands, choking her, and fucked her as hard as never before. He came inside her wife’s pussy and she had a big orgasm too. They lied down next to each other, driven in heaven with pleasure.



“Oh David…”



“Mmm happy anniversary my love.”



“It was the best anniversary ever and that gift was amazing.”



“I forgot about her. What should I do with her now?”



“We don’t need her anymore, just get rid of her.”



“It’s too late to drive her back home.”



“Just leave her at her college. She can find the way herself. Then come back here, so we can have another round.”



Stacey went to the bathroom, while David put some clothes on. He untied me and quickly led me to his car. He drove me to the college and pulled me out of the car.



“David, wait. We forgot my clothes.”



“Damn, I don’t have the time for it now.”



The campus was empty. He grabbed my leash and led me to a tree, where he tied my hands.



“What are you doing? You can’t leave me here naked.”



“Don’t worry it’s too dark they won’t see you. I’ll bring your clothes tomorrow morning.”



“No. Don’t leave me here”



“Shut up.”



He put the ball gag on my mouth again, got back in the car and drove all the way home, leaving me helpless.

The strobe lights reflected off her glasses, obscuring her eyes. From my darkened vantage point across the room, I imagined I was invisible to her. I was caught off guard, then, when her lips curled up into a fey smile. Was she really looking at me? I felt a warm tingle build in my lungs.



She turned her head slightly, allowing me to see those dark umber irises underneath. They were, in fact, pointed directly at me. Her face was bathed in a blanket of crimson.



I smiled back at her weakly. She blinked, then looked away. I thought to divert my gaze as well, but somehow I remained transfixed. There was something oddly familiar about her, something that tickled the depths of my memory in a vague and increasingly vexing way.



I then noticed her getup. Her cloche hat was tipped just so. A lacy tank dress clung to her like Saran Wrap, framing her curves with tailored precision. Those pumps her feet were crammed into didn’t look cheap either, nor did the somewhat garish jewelry dangling from her neck and wrists. It all appeared so fussily considered. Pretenses aside, this was a dyke hookup party; that usually went without saying, but everyone knew that’s what it was at base. Dress-up was purely optional.



Still, I found this girl’s extra effort charming. It spoke to her youth, and looking at her, I was reminded of the days when I felt compelled to do the same. Like her, I once went the extra mile in my presentation, nitpicked every detail. I felt that if I could define myself with fashion, I wouldn’t have to actually explain myself to anyone. In more recent years I’d grown a bit cavalier, perhaps a bit too comfortable with myself. I didn’t have to doll myself up much anymore. These get-togethers drew a lot of regulars, and the women who shared my interests knew where to find me. I rarely went home alone.



Had this girl heard about me? Or was she just naively browsing, unaware of my reputation? I saw her clutch her plastic cup tightly and raise it to her lips. Watching her, it dawned on me that the light beaming down upon her perfectly matched the hue of her ensemble. Red on red, like a chameleon settling into its camouflage. And yet I the same, with my dark grey dress pants and black blouse, laying in the murky shadows.



She suddenly stood up, her head still turned away from me. I took note of her figure. She was fairly short, with a trim upper body and modest bust. From the waist down, things took on a more well-fed appearance, culminating in a rather prominent bubble butt. Even through the loose-hanging drape of her skirt, it was hard to miss. As she turned in profile, it jutted out at a crisp angle.



She took a few short and meandering steps towards me, pausing every so often. I saw her mouth move as if she were talking to herself. She hung her head now, stealing glances at me so quickly that I’d have missed them if I weren’t glaring at her as expectantly as I was. I slowly uncrossed my legs as she approached, and placed my hands on my lap.



As she wandered closer, I squinted, realizing that her long black hair was actually dreaded in places—a strange curveball, I thought. I noticed her raccoon-grade eyeshadow and excessive lip gloss. Glimmering studs ran through two sections of her nose. These details clashed with the abbreviated sophistication of her dress, though of course this was probably just another of her inspired calculations, and I found it charming all the same.



I felt caution creep in, however. At this proximity, I couldn’t determine her age. She honestly looked like she could easily be one of my daughter’s friends, and keep in mind my daughter hadn’t yet graduated from high school. Was this girl even old enough to be in the bar? You’d think the staff would have tightened up door security after last year’s incident, but the Friday bouncer remained notoriously lazy.



The girl’s large eyes glimmered up close, snapping with subtle mischief, topped by strong dark eyebrows. Inhaling dramatically, her lips parted slightly to reveal small, faintly yellowed teeth. She held her smile, stomach contracted as if she were waiting for permission to exhale.



I blinked. I wasn’t sure what to say. I nodded and flashed a grin. She relaxed her posture a bit.



“Hi, I’m Branda,” she said. I detected a curious spot of southern drawl in her speech. I took a quick sip from my cup, then flashed her a grin.



“Hi there,” I said, casually. “My name’s Cat.”



She blushed, looking me up and down. “Oh, nice. I like cats! Or is that short for something?”



“Catheryn, but I prefer Cat,” I said, finishing the last of my vodka tonic hastily and setting the cup on a nearby table. “Nice to meet you, Branda. That’s a pretty name.”



“Oh, thanks! Nice to meet you, too, hehe,” she muttered, bouncing on her heels a bit. There was an awkward pause. I could see her calves tense with each movement, and I noticed that they looked rather toned. I took a chance and seized the opportunity for conversation that they presented.



“Hmm. You’re not a cyclist by any chance, are you?” I asked, glancing down at the exposed portion of her legs. She paused, looked down, and then chuckled again.



“Oh, wow. You’re pretty observant. Um, well I’m not pro…I just ride my bike a lot,” she said, downing the last of her drink almost simultaneously. “Are you?”



I shook my head. “Me? No, I do a few laps around the reservoir on Sundays if I have the time, that’s about it. I should do it more often.”



“That’s cool. I’m a bike junkie. Been riding since I could ride!” she said with a grin. She stared at me as if wanting further validation, tensing her stomach again. I nodded politely. I could smell her cheap alcohol breath and it wasn’t particularly flattering. I also was now a little unsure how attracted I actually was to her; I can be quite fickle, I’ll admit, and something about her manner coupled with her less-than-ideal age was beginning to disappoint me.



“So…” she said, looking around. The bass of the trashy dance music rumbled underneath us dramatically for a moment before settling into an ignorable throb. I leaned back, my hands now on my lap. I took a deep breath.



“So!” I returned, smiling more exaggeratedly. I brushed a minuscule speck of lint off of my sweater for no particular reason.



“So, Cat. Who do you know here?” she asked.



“Everyone and no one,” I said. She tittered. I narrowed my eyes. “Hmm. If you don’t mind me asking, Branda, how old are you exactly?” I asked. I saw her calves bulge again.



Her eyes dodged around the room. I folded my arms and flexed my lips up to a sneer. She caught my cue and stopped, and then exhaled deeply.



“I’m sorry! I just don’t want you to think—”



“How old are you?” I interrupted, my patience waning. As cute as she was, I simply was not in the market for jail bait. I ran my fingers through my hair and stared her down severely.



“Uh, 21,” she said unsurely.



“21?” I asked, searching her face for some kind of clue. She quickly nodded.



“Yes, I am. I mean—actually, I’ll be 21 in about sixty seconds,” she said, looking at the large LED clock hanging from the upper balcony.



I glanced at it. 11: 58 flashed to 11:59.



“Is that so? I guess Alvaro gave you a pass tonight, then?” I asked, incredulous.



“Oh, you mean the door guy? Umm, yeah. Okay, I’ll be honest, I used a fake ID to get in, just because. But I’m going to get a real ID first thing tomorrow, promise!” she said, quickly looking around her to make sure no one overheard her admission.



“I see. Then happy birthday, Branda,” I said.



“Thank you, Cat!” she let out. She stood still, staring at the clock while crimping her fingers. Finally it flashed midnight, and a joyous peep escaped her shiny lips. “Yay! Alright, so I’m 21 now. That means…um,”



“Yes?” I said, exhaling deeply.



“So uh. I was gonna ask. Do you remember me?” she said, anxiously fiddling with her necklace.



I shook my head no. I wondered if she could see the soft lie in my gesture, the glimmer of stifled recognition in my eyes. She seemed undeterred, in any case. I did recognize her somehow, but the word “remember” implied something more than that.



“You don’t remember last Friday?” she said. She ducked her head down close to mine, her knotty hair swinging back and forth in tandem with the bling dangling from her neck. I mentally replayed my previous Friday night at the bar…



I remembered being approached by a woman approximately in her 40′s who introduced herself as Letitia. I’d seen her on the periphery for a few months, and we’d made some telling eye contact, but it took her some time to find her way to me. When she finally came up, we chatted for about five minutes, though I can’t recall what about.



Whatever it was aroused both of us, that much I know. I then guided her into one of the lockable bathrooms. When she turned quietly and bent over in front of me, we both knew why; as I’ve said, I’ve got a solid reputation. I pulled up her skirt to reveal her predictably bare bottom. It was flat and pasty like the rest of her, but I wasn’t feeling particular at the moment.



Approving of it, I slicked my fingers up with liquid soap from the disposer, and within a few minutes my fist was wrist-deep in her rectum. She orgasmed fairly quickly, leaving my fingers slightly soiled in the process, though this didn’t bother me. As I washed my hands in the sink, she stood in the mirror next to mine fixing herself up with a large smile on her face.



I remember that awkward moment where “Letitia” tried to kiss me, but I pried her off of me as politely as I could. I wasn’t in for that kind of thing. if she’d had asked around the bar a bit more, she would have known that in advance. I’m married, and I just do this for the release—I get enough kisses and hugs at home.



I could see the dejection in her eyes, and was a bit sympathetic to it, but I had my boundaries. To soften the blow, I told her that she could come back for another examination any time she pleased. I said it as sweetly as I could, even though deep down I wished she wouldn’t take me up on the offer; I’m not too fond of return customers unless they’re extraordinary. In any event, my encouragement seemed to hearten her a bit, though I sensed I may never see her again. She seemed to get the hint. She wasn’t there the night I met Branda, in the least.



That was my only strong memory from last Friday night, and this young Branda was definitely not anything like the woman in my recollection. So I could not for the life of me know why she would have any recollection of us talking previously. I shook my head to her question.



“No, dear, you must be thinking of someone else. I’ve never spoken to you before.”



“But, you have! Ms. Weiss, you have to remember me, I—”



“How did you know my last name?” I shot at her severely. My heart began beating faster.



“Oh…” she began, then bit her lip.



My mind started to race. The only person in the bar who I’d ever given my full name to was Lena, one of the bartenders. But she doesn’t work Fridays, so there’s no way this girl could have gotten it from her—or was there? I always figured that if rumor ever got out about me and my profession, Lena would be to blame. But that would go against everything I knew about her. Lena was as trustworthy as they come. Plus, I knew just as many potentially defamatory details about her life as she did about mine. In any case it didn’t make sense for her to blab to some random, clueless 20 year old.



“Tell me,” I repeated. “Tell me how you know my name.”



“I don’t know,” she said unconvincingly.



“Tell. Me,” I said, flexing my upper lip.



There were very few functions where she’d have access to my last name. Wait staff taking my credit at a restaurant, okay. Behind the counter at a DMV, okay. But I couldn’t think of many other legal ways. Or, more accurately, the only other way I could think of was so unfathomable that I merely did not even want to entertain it. And, then, the unfathomable came from her lips.



“Because…you saw me last week. In your office. You’re a doctor, right?”



I froze, then looked away. I wanted to deny it, but she was right. I was a specific kind of doctor, too: a colorectal surgeon. Proctology was (and still is) my calling in life, strange as it seems.



I shifted in my seat, lips pursed. I knew that my non-answer would tip her off, but I wasn’t about to out myself in public. I just waited for her to continue. She crouched before me and put both hands on my knees. Every muscle in my body tensed.



“You are. I know it! You saved my life…” she said. “You really did. You don’t remember?”



Suddenly I recalled who she was.



Last week at work, a young college-aged girl had come in with an emergency. She’d inserted a vegetable into her anus—a relatively small butternut squash, if I recall correctly, which is still fairly big by nature—and it had traveled so far up her rectum that she couldn’t retrieve it. I’d extracted plenty of anorectal foreign bodies in my time, so nothing about my initial interaction with Branda stood out in my mind.



When I’m at work, none of my kinks apply; I am all business, and details about one-time emergency patients usually exit my mind the minute they’re out of sight. But with Branda’s reappearance, it began to dawn on me not only had she enjoyed her medical experience, but she was stalking me for more, and this flustered me. It also had the strange side-effect of turning me on, which I found slightly disturbing.



Reflecting for a moment, I did recall sensing something strange in her demeanor during the operation, something oddly lascivious in place of where ordinary concern, fear or discomfort would have been a more normal response to the probings she’d undergone. But, again, when you see as many asses in one week as I typically do, you stop trying to psychoanalyze your patients and just get to the task at hand.



“Yes, I do,” I said curtly. “But whatever you have in mind, forget it. I don’t know how you found me here, but I don’t appreciate being stalked. Please, leave me alone.”



I saw her face immediately droop.



“But…” she began. “I’m sorry for stalking…I mean, all I did was follow you after work that day, but it’s not like I’m, y’know, hacking your emails or anything.”



“What?” I said, fighting the urge to stand up in outrage and cause a scene. The bar was only a 15 minute walk from my office, yes, but I never imagined anyone would trail me like that. I wasn’t exactly in the closet about being a lesbian, but I did want to remain discrete about my particular sexual practices as much as I could, especially since they correlated with my professional interests so closely.



“Wait, you mean you didn’t think it was hot?” Branda said.



“No,” I said.



I could tell she’d come too far to give up so easily. She took a step closer, daring to place a hand on my shoulder. “I mean, it hurt like hell…and it was really embarrassing, I’ll admit that,” she said. “But, come on. You didn’t enjoy…feeling inside, so deep. Feeling me stretch…”



“Oh god. Go now, dear,” I said, a twitch rolling up my spine. I pulled away, releasing her hand from me. “I think you’ve got the wrong person.”



I’d had a very distinguished professional career up to that point, and I wasn’t about to jeopardize it by talking to some tipsy college girl. I knew I had to put up clear boundaries, whatever her intent was.



“I’m sorry—” she let out, her eyes beginning to water. She began to turn away. Her sudden, almost innocent-seeming reaction took me by surprise, and almost made me forget how sketchy she was being.



“Wait, hold on,” I said in a hushed voice.



Why did I say that? I couldn’t tell. I’d just nearly managed to get her off of me, and yet I was calling for her to stay a moment longer. Maybe it was the alcohol, though I hadn’t had much. Maybe it was just the power of her charms working, as skeptical as I was.



I unthinkingly reached into my pocket, and pulled out one of my business cards. I pressed it into her hand. “Here’s my contact,” I said.



“Wh…what?” she said, confused. Frankly I confused myself as well, but arousal began to realize itself within me as those little dirty words flitted through my mind—”feeling me stretch.” I enjoyed hearing them spoken with that little country twang, falling from the mouth of this doll-faced little tart. connected them in my mind to the image of that fat, filthy veggie. My vividly soiled rubber gloves.



Other images came back to me—the pink rim of her elastic sphincter as it widened under the pressure of my dilator. The vivid details of the proctoscope as it traveled deep into the membranous darkness of her impacted bowels.



And then the smells—the heady fragrance wafting from her her gaping asshole, lingering in the air. The bittersweet scent of her sweat as it trickled down the small of her back, parting into two streams along the widely split ravine of her crack.



I shook my head, pulling myself back into the moment. When my eyes locked with hers again, I saw her in a totally different light. A green light.



“I can’t see you here. Come during business hours,” I said as calmly as I could, my mind swirling.



She looked at the card in her hand, then back at me, and finally a smile began to return to her face.



“Oh…so you mean, I should make an appointment?”



I nodded quickly. “Yes. Now go,” I said.



She bobbed her head in understanding, laughing nervously. “Oh, wow. Yes…Miss!” she said, turning on her heels. “I’ll…call…first thing Monday.”



I looked away, fearing someone would hear us. I’d developed a very good sense of when I was being eavesdropped upon, and a particular dyke hovering near me was well-known for being nosy. One thing about that bar was that everyone gossiped. I was walking on thin ice at this point, so I picked up my cell phone and pretended to busy myself. Branda thankfully got the hint, and by the time I looked up again, she was gone.



As of this writing, she hasn’t called.



I believe I’ll remember her as “the one that got away.” I didn’t even know I wanted her for certain until it was too late. That was over two years ago, so I doubt she ever will ever return to the bar.



I wondered, did she slip that veggie inside of her just to get the attention? Was this a pattern, and were there unsuspecting proctologists all over town who she secretly crushed on after painful extractions over the operating table? I may never know.



Perhaps never knowing is for the best. But in the wake of that bizarre encounter, I found myself taking more interest in my female patients, especially ones I suspected could be bi or lesbian. I began asking them about their lives more, something I’ve never done naturally.



I’ve never been an extrovert, but something about my experience with Branda bridged a gap for me I feel just slightly more invested now that I know my profession can, in fact, draw a few crazy moths to my flame.



Back at the bar, I’ve since decided to light up my murky little corner a bit. I bought a little red night light, and I plug it into the wall right next to my usual seat next to the bar.



It’s the same color red that Branda wore, and think I’ll leave it on until she returns.



The End

A/N: Of course all characters who are sexually active are 18 or older.



Chapter One: Introduction



‘Amanda Taylor may very well be the sexiest woman I’ve ever fucked.’



This thought was quickly emphasized by the intense pleasure her sweet pussy gave me as she worked herself up and down my shaft.



I held on to her slender hips and watched her full breasts sway and bounce in time with her rhythm as she rode me cowboy style, my feet on the floor as I lay back on my bed.



The look on her face as she slowly lowered herself caused me to clench hard; the sheer eroticism of watching this gorgeous young woman give herself totally to the moment was quickly becoming more than I could bear. Without warning, the auburn haired beauty began slamming herself up and down upon my cock, a feral cry erupted, the noise filling the room. I didn’t even understand at first that it was me.








Opening my eyes (and blinking a bit to clear the dizziness) I realized I had cum without even feeling it, well, coming. I dimly remember suddenly roaring out my climax while Amanda rocked my world.



The actual climax was so intense it had nearly caused me to black out. She had won this round, and I could see from her smug look that she thought she had worn me out, however I had a surprise for her.



Once I recovered.



“Amanda you…”



“Won?” she interrupted, her lust-darkened brown eyes full of mischief. Her soft voice was husky, she had a strange accent (Southern and North-Eastern US mixed? I couldn’t tell) that sounded like pure sex to me the first time she introduced herself, was it only three days ago?



I laughed, I couldn’t help myself, and her answering giggle was music to my ears. Her soft laughter also caused quakes and spasms in her pussy muscles – which were still wrapped tightly around my half-hard cock.



I could already feel myself responding yet I didn’t want to ruin my chance at catching her unawares. And I still needed to catch my breath.



“You certainly came close, I’ll admit you almost won.” I answered with a wide grin.



We’d been going at it for almost an hour – having skipped out of training at lunch – and at the age of forty four I was being sorely tested to keep up with this hot twenty-something. Though I’d brought her to at least three orgasm’s by my count, this was my second and I could feel the stirrings of readiness for one more go. It helped that she was sexy as hell.



Needing a way to distract her, I grabbed her marvelously tight little ass with both hands and pulled her off of my re-awakening cock, scooting her towards me along my stomach.



The resulting ‘schmuck’ sound from our soggy nether regions caused another giggle to erupt from my young lover and I quickly felt my stomach become coated in our juices. Damn did I love that giggle! I couldn’t help but smile adoringly up at her.



Amanda leaned down and taunted my lips with her light pink nipples; her long dark hair fell in waves framing her smiling face and tickled mine. “What do you mean, ‘almost’? You are down and out mister, I win!”



Her voice and lips both held a hint of a pout and yet her eyes told a much more playful story. Suddenly she sat upright and her face lit up with a dazzling smile as she announced, “And I know exactly what I want for my prize!”



I answered her triumphant grin with a lazy, hooded-eyed smile of my own, “hmm, well I may not be ready to surrender quite yet.” I drawled out in a poor imitation of her hybrid-southern accent. As I spoke I brought my hands up from her hips to cup her wonderful round tits. I began to run my fingers over her nipples as I gently hefted their weight.



Amanda had hidden these beauties under her conservative dress style and loose tops, fooling even my practiced eye; I was pleasantly surprised at her full C cups.



Keeping my sweet young lover occupied while I gathered my strength was no hardship. If the soft coos she made as I pleasured her tits were not enough incentive, her lovely, youthful face was so expressive that I thought I’d blow my load the first time she came some time earlier this afternoon. Even now, with only her nipples being stimulated, Amanda had closed her eyes, thrusting her chest out for my attention. Her mouth opened slightly and she began to whimper and pant in the most erotic display I’d ever seen. Again.



I only just realized it was that same sexually expressively face that helped send me over the edge only moments ago.



“You better not be starting something you can’t finish buster!” she half whined/half growled out as her dark eyes bored into mine.



I simply smiled back, enraptured with her expressions.



As if testing the waters, the slender young woman atop me lifted her tush and slid back. She settled down and began rubbing along my erection with her slippery pussy lips. Her dark brown eyes widened as she felt just how much I’d recovered.



Wow did I love that look, I think I finished hardening just from how hot she looked with her eyes wide and her lips slightly opened.



I shook myself from my reverie and was frustrated to hear my voice crack a bit as I taunted my beautiful partner, “Maybe one more ride?”



Ready or not, she was on to me, so I brought my left hand down to give her tight ass a playful swat, eliciting another of her wonderful giggles. With my right hand I reached up to play with the soft lips of her generous mouth, pleased with her response as she hungrily sucked on my long index finger.



I couldn’t help but take the opportunity to lean up and suckle first one breast and then the other.



As soon as she had my finger nice and wet, I leaned forward quickly, sending Amanda falling backwards, her arms flailing for a moment as I unbalanced my rider.



I hooked my calves on the end of the bed for leverage and declared, “You haven’t won yet!” I added my right hand under her fantastic ass as she grabbed hold of my shoulders for support.



Amanda wrapped her arms around my neck and stared me down with a mock glare. She seemed breathless from my sudden move and I couldn’t help but be taken aback by her beauty as her breathing settled down. Our eyes locked and her brown eyes searched my blues.



I wasn’t ready for that look so I quickly leaned in to kiss her already kiss-swollen lips. She responded as she had to everything else, with a fervor that made my toes curl.



Finally I broke the kiss and my heart just about burst at the look upon her face: her blushing cheeks and bashful smile made me want to kiss her all day long ; she quickly looked down and rested her forehead against mine.



‘Damn’, I thought, ‘this woman is getting way too intense, and she’s really getting to me’. The uncomfortable silence stretched on for a moment, then two and I started to wonder what I was going to do to put us back on track. Then again, she had never stopped moving her wet puss on my now-hard member. ‘Duh’, I scolded myself, ‘get going!’



“Did you want to give up then?” I asked as innocently as I could, even as she continued to grind her cunt lips along my shaft; her shoulders relaxed and she gave me another of her soft gigles that turned into a brilliant smile.



Quickly Amanda began to make little “humm’s” and “ohhh’s” in time with her rocking motions. She leaned back and ground herself along my length, thrusting her fabulous breasts in my face she gave me her answer in a breathy, whispered demand: “Fuck me.”



God this woman was HOT!



She probably thought I was going to have her ride me while I sat there at the edge of the bed, but that was where my surprise came in.



Before my lover had a chance to settle onto my cock, she discovered why I wanted my finger wet. I pressed my spit lubed finger knuckle-deep into her tight little asshole even as I plunged my now recovered cock straight into her drenched pussy.



Once again her eyes widened and now it was time for me to show this sweet young thing that I was a man of my word.



Moving forward so just my ass was on the edge of the bed, I began thrusting my hips upwards; still using my calves for leverage against the bed.



Amanda’s long throaty groan of approval made me smile wickedly, she had no idea what she was in for.



“What’s that look for?” she moaned out as she moved further onto my lap, seating my cock fully into her tight pussy with another long moan that sent a shiver of lust through my whole body.



It took a second or two for the effect of her moan to lapse enough that I realized she was staring at me, expecting an answer. Oops, busted.



“You’ll” *thrust*, “see”, *thrust*, was my only response. I set the pace hard and fast from there.



Amanda’s long legs had now wrapped around my middle, and she could only hold on as I began forcing her up and down, controlling her body with my hands on her pert bottom, one finger just slipping into her tight little ass.



As I rocked our bodies upwards, I pulled her ass down, sending her sliding down onto my shaft. Then I lifted Amanda’s lithe body along my length as I fell back to the edge of the mattress.



Immediately I slammed her back onto my cock as my body was rebounding from the bed.



My beautiful auburn conquest held on tightly to my shoulders as I began to pummel her grasping slippery pussy; the smells and noises of our energetic sex filled the bedroom.



Her moans, grunts and sighs should be recorded – it was erotic ambrosia for the ears.



Just as she was beginning to get used to the pace, I began to slide my long finger deep into her virgin ass (she had revealed that little secret in our talks the night before over drinks).



The ‘oof’ she made as I filled her back door made me grin devilishly again. My finger met little resistance, being coated in our juices and catching her off guard.



Amanda’s weak protest of “naughty”, grunted out between moans, gave me permission to keep going.



I was rocking my lover with each thrust, yet I wasn’t making the progress I hoped for. Though my sweet lover was moaning and thrashing, even grunting ‘yes’ and ‘oh please’, I hadn’t gotten her to cum yet. And I really Needed her to cum!



The angles needed to hold, lift and penetrate her were straining my arms and back, my legs were working overtime and I was starting to doubt my plan.



I lowered my lips to her collarbone, sucking and biting as I prepared for the next attack on my lovely, willing victim.



Gathering my strength, I stood with Amanda’s long slender body clinging to mine.



I began lifting her, one hand holding her ass and the other pushing a finger to the hilt into her ass and then out again, all the while I gripped her tight little cheeks and manipulated her body on my cock.



My legs were starting to shake as I slowly leaned forward, then began withdrawing the crown of my cock in a search for her g-spot. Her weight was held mostly by her arms and legs wrapped tightly around me.



“You’re crazy,” she breathed out in a whimper, her lips grazing my ear as our cheeks pressed together.



I had no energy for a reply.



When I felt my cock-head gripped by her tight outer muscles I thrust straight into my beauty’s deepest reaches with a lunge upwards; as my cock bottomed out I began grinding deep into her dripping cunt, mashing her clit with my pubic bone and churning her pussy with my cock.



Amanda began to wail, a long half scream/half moan that I felt reverberating through the clench of her puss and into my finger buried in her back door.



“Soooo Goooood,” she drawled out in one long breath until I interrupted her with a series of rough, rutting thrusts.



Amanda’s fingers began scrambling at my shoulders, leaving scratches even as she locked her arms around my neck again. The sting of her teeth as she bit down on my shoulder explained the sudden silence, yet I hadn’t felt that tell-tale quake of her pussy on my cock.



With sweat streaming from my forehead I reached deep for another burst of energy, hoping to drive her hot body past anything she’d experienced before – just like I had promised. With a well timed swipe my middle finger was covered in the juices that gushed from her tight pussy, another well timed maneuver later and she was hosting two of my fingers up her tight back door.



Amanda’s head whipped back as he began to howl and a fresh gush of her cream splatted my balls and ran down my legs as my cock was squeezed almost painfully. I quickly cut off her noisy response with a sloppy kiss and then turned around and lowered her onto the bed, her inner muscles spasming around my length even as her moans finally subsided; Amanda’s head lolled to the side as if she were out cold.



My sated lover barely responded when I eased my fingers from her poor, abused and no-longer-virgin ass.



My cock was still hard in her throbbing pussy, I was actually astonished at myself at this point.



Taking a moment to grab (someone’s) shirt from the bed, I wiped my forehead and tried to steady my breathing.



Then I saw Amanda’s barely open eyes staring up at me. I slowly licked my fingers that had been up her ass, once again getting that sexy ‘astonished’ look on her gorgeous little face.



Amanda is an unusual combination physically, though the total package is easily cover-girl beautiful. She’s tall for my tastes at 5’10″, even though I’m 6′ 3″. Her small, youthful face makes her look almost too young to be legal. (I found out she’s 27 and Hates to be called anything childish or treated as though she’s not a capable adult.)



Despite her height she has a slender build that somehow holds both a sizable chest and that tight little ass on slender hips.



Amanda was girlishly cute in her conservative, concealing business attire which complimented her professional attitude, at least the first day of class. The naked beauty laying sprawled before me however was all woman – and she was my instructor in the computer course I was taking.



Right now my teacher was breathing like a marathon runner – so was I for that matter – and just as she began to try to speak I gave my last effort, pulling her legs up and pinning her wide-open; I literally began ramming my body into hers.



This position turned out to be much more difficult with such a tall woman, instead of wrapping my arms under and grabbing her by the shoulders as I was used to, I settled with grasping her slender hips.



“Come for me!” I demanded even as I thrust forward, holding her with a tight grip so I didn’t push her onto the bed. I could feel myself tiring and I’d be damned if I wasn’t going to win this bet; but it was more than that, I truly wanted this beautiful woman to be deliriously happy… with me.



I knew she had cum again, I could feel her cum all the way down to my knees, but I hadn’t been able to make it a ‘big one’. With Amanda grunting and crying out with each deep thrust, I dedicated my whole being to make my lover lose all control.



While she hadn’t been exactly quiet in previous climaxes, I could tell I was on the right track with this position. Amanda began to moan and mumble, her head turning to face one way then the other, eyes clenched and her expression one of almost painful anticipation. I saw her arms tense, her knuckles were white as she held bunches of the bedspread in her grip.



“I want you to cum you sweet, sexy, gorgeous thing; God you are the hottest woman I’ve ever seen,” I praised hoarsely. Then I switched to demands, my voice turning to an almost-growl. “I want you to scream for me, cum for me Amanda, pull my cum from my balls, milk me! Cum on my thick cock! Give it to me!” By this time I was almost as incoherent as my lover, however I knew for certain once her orgasm hit.



Her eyes were almost all pupil as they snapped open and locked on mine, her mouth opening in a ragged scream. Even the muscles in her neck tensed to rigid cords as her body rocked and she thrust her hips forward to force me as deep as possible. Her final grunt was practically feral, I was so turned on by this woman right now I almost blew my load – bet be damned.



It took all my concentration not to let her milk me for what was sure to be my last load of the afternoon; she was still babbling dreamily but I wanted to give her more. I know, at this point I was irrational, but all I could focus on was, well… more. I honestly don’t think I could have stopped I was so turned on.



Steadying my balance with my hands on her outstretched knees, I lowered my own hips and began to slowly, steadily drag the ridge of my cock-head out of her; sawing in and out of her still-quivering, sloppy, bright pink puss as I searched for ‘that spot’ once again.



It was all I could do not to watch her lovely face for clues – I had learned my lesson! Her moans however were also weakening my resolve. I wondered once again if was there any way this woman didn’t turn me on.



Taking a moment to gently moisten my fingers along her slit, I knew immediately when I had found my goal from the way she shuddered beneath me. I started methodically grinding my cock-head up and down and then around her small but oh-so-sensitive g-spot.



The moment she opened her mouth I brought my cum-soaked fingers across her clit in a quick strumming motion.



Her moan turned into a choked scream, but still it wasn’t enough. Taking a chance I brought one hand up and roughly grabbed and twisted her left nipple. Amanda reacted by thrashing to the side – I had to quit or risk being bucked right off!



Thinking fast I first flicked and then slapped my gorgeous partner’s little pink clit.



That did it, she came again on top of her ongoing orgasm and the squirt of her juices was proof – if my now sore dick getting nearly squeezed in half wasn’t clue enough. Thankfully soreness wasn’t the primary feeling coming from my loins as my balls released deep within her clutching folds.



Amanda continued to shudder as I finally emptied within her, I will admit it was all I could do to pump a few times and then subside while her trembling pussy muscles relieved me of what little semen I had left.



Even more impressive, to me at least: I didn’t simply fall on top of my lover. Though the thought did travel through my tired body, instead I performed one last feat of strength, endurance and flat out luck as I pulled her slender frame to mine even as I rolled us onto our sides, bouncing onto the bed in exhaustion.



It would have been amazing… if our legs weren’t sticking off the edge of the bed. But at least we both laughed about it as we struggled up the bed to lie fully on the tangled sheets, me practically dragging my lover along with me.



Amanda smiled as she peeked up at me with barely open eyes, whispered a weak “you win”, then slowly snuggled in; she kissed my chest and fell asleep. I lay back and found that I was somehow wide awake. Exhausted, happier and more sated than I could ever remember, but wired. My thoughts wandered as my hands wandered around the woman in my arms. Avoiding anything approaching deep thoughts, I reviewed what had led to the last hour’s epic sex.







It started the moment she walked into the company’s training room. I was attracted to her in a way that still makes me a bit nervous – to be blunt I’ve avoided thinking about it. It’s not just that I was immediately hard, it was the fact that I Stared at her.



Remember, I’m not a wide-eyed teen here, and by the way this was my business that she was standing in – I had contracted her firm to send her to teach myself and my IT staff about the new software we had purchased. To say that my behavior was inappropriate would be a serious understatement.



And yet.. I am the boss so I guess I didn’t have anyone to point out my inpropriety. After flirting shamelessly with my instructor for the first two days of the course, the other three students had come down with the flu, which left she and I alone for the third day.



We continued to openly flirt with one another all morning. Finally I had told her that I could make her skip the whole afternoon if she let me take her to lunch.

It was a gamble, obviously there was enough innuendo to blow any weak cover I tried should she be offended. Yet her answer was a challenge of a different kind; she had asked ‘and what do I get if you can’t?’



The low growl in her delightful accent had my blood racing. Barely forcing my mind back in gear, I simply answered ‘anything you want my dear lady.’



Her smile was absolutely predatory when I offered to ‘fix her something at my place’.



Fixing her something was delayed by a tour of my modest three bedroom home, which didn’t make it past my room.







We awoke much later; the day had turned to evening. The clock stayed my fear that we’d slept all night, though it was almost eight pm.



If I hadn’t already been smitten with the young Miss Taylor, her bashfulness as I watched her dress was almost too adorable. My heart filled with a longing that I knew better than to entertain.



Still, I was going to enjoy every moment I was allowed with this enchanting young woman.



We went out to eat – nothing fancy, we were too hungry and tired to worry about dressing for anything past the local diner. The waitress gave me a forlorn look (another story) and Amanda and I settled in with some simple fare to fill our growling bellies. As we ate we talked, bantering back and forth in the flirtatious way that had landed us in bed earlier today.



The thing is, we really seemed to click. We had refreshingly similar views on the big issues, and yet debated the nuances without getting offended. Our musical tastes were a wonderful match, yet our movie experiences were extremely different. We spent quite a bit of time reassuring ourselves that though we had the same last name, we were not in fact related, as far back as our grand parents anyways.



I found myself wishing we could share more, learn more, to get closer to this lovely, intelligent, desirable woman.



Then she asked the question I wasn’t expecting. She wanted to know how I learned to be a good lover – and not in the general sense – she wanted me to tell her my sexual history.



I balked, it was a rather odd request.



So she started fondling my crotch through my jeans shorts with her long, soft fingers… right there in the side booth of the local diner.



“Don’t tell me he’s not recovered yet?” Amanda playfully pouted. Her hands continued to not-so-gently work my awakening dick, though she avoided rubbing my still-sensitive head.



I could only nervously look about the diner which was not just my favorite in town, but the place just five blocks down the street from my house. Everyone in here knew me. However all of those thoughts went out the window with the next two sounds: My zipper pulled down and Amanda’s low, sexy accented voice right up next to my ear.



“If you tell me a story you can tuck me in tonight…”



My smile must have told her that I had expected no less, even if the look on her face did make my erection thicken fully under the table.



“…and if you are a good boy, I promise to call you out of class tomorrow.”



I narrowed my eyes in confusion, not sure what she meant. Before I could form the question, her hand – which was massaging and tugging on my length – began to rub the sensitive skin right under the cock-head. I almost choked.



“I’ll call you into the hall for a private oral exam, but I want you to cum in my pussy and my mouth. Then you’ll know that your seed will be filling my pussy and my tummy while I teach your staff and you stare at my tits.”



My mind was following along with the scenario wonderfully until that last part. I knew my eyes had narrowed again as I thought of Amanda’s thus-far-stodgy dress code.



Once again the beauty that was working my shaft spoke again before I could voice my question.



“I think tomorrow I should wear something a bit less… conservative. Could I wear one of your shirts?”



Oh. Shit. “Hell yeah,” I blurted, much louder than I intended, and actually felt myself blush. I was overheating at this point and was starting to lose focus due to the relentless stroking of Amanda’s soft hand combined with the images she kept assaulting my mind with.



Amanda, my innocent looking and modestly dressed teacher, was giving me lurid details on how she would have sex with me in the middle of training, and all I had to do was take a few moments to reveal some embarassing stories. I couldn’t see any reason not to give in. Of course by this point I was likely to have made her a VP if she had asked.



I began telling my story… she immediately stopped me. Then my sweet young lover asked the real doozie: she wanted me to start with the ‘real me’. Where was a born, raised, what was my childhood like.



Blinking back my surprise, I took a breath, looked her in her dark-chocolate colored eyes, and told her the basics.



I was born to a struggling couple, a young college girl and her older professor. (Amanda smirked, but I assured her the coincidence was just that, this was really my story). My parents split when I was ten, Mom got me and we moved to south of Chicago where she had family. (I went into a bit more detail, especially at her rather ‘persuasive’ urging, but I’ll spare you the rest.)



My cock was rock-hard in her hand, yet she wasn’t trying to get me off, just keeping me primed. When I told her ‘that’s it’ as far as my childhood… she wanted more details. How young was I when I first started looking at girls sexually. When was my first kiss, blowjob, everything.



Shaking my head, I sat and tried to recall… I realized I had never really given it any real thought before.



. . .



Although I never had anything close to actual sex before I grew up, I did find porn mags and read my aunt’s ‘Kama Sutra Guidebook’ well before I could put it into any practical use. I didn’t think these were anything out of the ordinary – everyone I knew had looked at porn in their teens.



Amanda was fascinated; my prim looking teacher was indeed quite sexually inexperienced until her twenties, though she insisted that she had “plenty” of boyfriends. With a face and body like hers, how could I doubt it?



My memory of my first kiss was easy. When we had just moved into our new neighborhood in Illinois the neighbor girl came up and said hi. I thought I was in love and told my mother so that night. She laughed, but I spent every moment I could trying to get closer to that girl, Michelle. I remember ‘making out’ with her, my first kiss was full of tongue!



Amanda laughed and called me a perv going after older women, Michelle Phillips – my dream girl – was two years older than me. She then laughingly asked if it was because I was so ‘built’, that girls attacked me even at a young age?



I shrugged. For as far back as I could recall I never had trouble talking to girls as friends. By the time I was 18 I was tall and broad like my father, standing 6’2″ and 200 pounds. I have my father’s wavy sandy-brown hair but my mother’s bright “Taylor-blue” eyes.



Through my high school years I was on the swim team. I did well, being a powerful swimmer, but I was “too big to compete” according to my coaches. I showed them by winning several meets and getting a partial scholarship to the local U. I didn’t have many friends – I only connected with much older guys… I was unable to relate to my male peers.



Girls seemed to find me easy to talk to and I certainly preferred their company. The problem was that while I did not mind girl friends, I had my heart set on only one candidate for Girlfriend: Michelle Phillips.



I dropped everything and everyone for Michelle, when she had time for me. She was my first and only crush, the girl next door who I was best friends with and nothing more ever since she had turned thirteen and begun getting breasts. From that point forward she was always just out of my reach, and though I was too dense to realize it at the time, I was just a boy to her. What a difference two years makes during those years.



I spent early high school just as frustrated as the majority of boys my age despite all the boasting and bullshit in the locker room.



Then came the summer before my senior year; during the annual family reunion I gained my first real sexual experience. We had been out at the small farm in mid-state Illinois where the family was from for about three weeks. My grandfather thought it was appropriate that all the grandchildren help with chores.



At 18 I was the oldest (6 years older than my niece Laurel, 9 older than our cousin Theo) so I got to push the clunky old mower through the 3′ tall cheat grass that had sprung up all over the sprawling farm. By the end of the second day I had callouses grown over my burst callouses – my hands were raw. My feet, legs, arms and back were sore – I was used to living in an apartment building so no mowing.



That night my Aunt Lynn took me aside as the other adults were breaking out the cards. She told me to go soak in the hot tub, claiming it would help my muscles. I grunted assent and went to my room, slipping into my only swim-wear, my school team briefs.



I was surprised to find my aunt right outside my door wearing a full-length white terry cloth robe. I had not realized she meant to join me… I grabbed my towel and looked questioningly at her pretty face in the low light of the hall.



She gave me a strange look, but then smiled and hooked her arm in mine.



“Lets get you into that tub, you must be wore out,” she smiled as she led me down the hall to the back door. Her attitude immediately relaxed me and we chit-chatted on the short walk around the house to the hot tub.



My aunt began instructing me on how to work the controls. While I followed her instructions on removing the tarp, Lynn had removed her robe and revealed her one piece swim suit, a rose printed number that did nothing to hide her figure.



I had admired my Aunt Lynn before – you’d have to be dead not to – but this was the first time I had seen so much evidence of how hot she really was.



“…You’re, really pretty,” I managed to finally say, proud that I hadn’t stammered. I did, however, continue to openly stare at this lovely woman in the soft, yellow light of the single overhead bulb.



Aunt Lynn gave me a glowing smile, but turned away, fiddling with the hot tub controls again.



Standing just 5’4″, my mom’s 30-something sister showed no signs of having had two kids to my roving eyes. Her hips were flared but her stomach had only the slightest bump and her waist was trim. What I would guess now were size 33 round B cups were very nicely proportioned for her small frame and narrow build. Lynn had the family’s trademark black hair and “bright Taylor-blue” eyes, though her skin was quite nicely tanned for our Scotch-Irish skin.



I hastily looked around to see if anyone were watching us, and realized we were essentially hidden. I remembered from playing in here as a kid that the bug screen allowed you to see out of, but not into, the gazebo that covered the hot tub.



The rest of the kids had gone to bed, the adults were all playing a heated game of pitch that I knew would last for hours… Unless someone got close enough to hear the gurgling of the water or the hum of the pump, we were quite likely not to be noticed.



Having finished my work, my eyes were openly roaming my aunt’s sexy body. Taking in the sight of her tight ass and toned legs as she leaned this way and that, adjusting valves and checking filters until finally she gave a satisfied nod. Turning back to me I saw that look in her eyes again; I imagine mine to have been deer-in-the-headlights.



I was keenly aware that my erection was peeking over the top of my swimsuit, which was only a bit bigger than a speedo, and with nothing but my towel to hide this fact. I was somewhere between terrified and mortified. Terrified won out when I thought of my uncle Charles finding me and killing me for coming on to his wife. (My fear was justified, the man was a nutcase!)



Stepping up to the rim of the tub, Aunt Lynn looked me in the eye and smiled. “Can you help me into the tub, it gets slippery with the bubbles.”



I scooted around and offered her my right arm, keeping my towel firmly against my chest with my left. The heavy terry-cloth towel was dangling down to my knees, but I was still terribly nervous. Even as I tried to come up with an escape plan I thrilled as my arm was pressed into the side of her breast as she leaned on me.



“Well, get in!” My sexy aunt patted the spot beside her and gave me a reassuring smile.



I convinced myself that I was being paranoid, once I got into the water I would be covered, the light was dim. Turning to put the towel away from the water, I stepped into the steaming hot water sideways, shielding my erection from view. I got in with a bit more of a splash than I’d intended though I congratulated myself on avoiding being killed for exposing myself.



I sank into the roiling, hot water and settled in with the water just below my shoulders. The “ahhh” that involuntarily escaped me was embarrassing, especially as my aunt laughed. I did note that she had a pretty laugh, and, desperate to deflect attention, I told her so. She stopped laughing and just looked at me with a strange smile.



“When did you become such a charmer?” she continued to smile. “I bet your girlfriend really appreciates it.”



I simply shook my head. Of course I had no girlfriend. I was pining for Michelle yet again, or still or whatever. It was worse now, having spent some on-and-off time with her since she returned from her sophomore year in college. Nothing past hang-out time. Not one kiss since fifth grade. I was such a loser.



Distracted by thoughts of what I wanted to do to my fantasy girl, my sexy – and very much Here – aunt Lynn maneuvered closer.



“You’re all tense you poor guy, here, let me help.” With these words she pushed me up and forward as I felt her scoot behind me. I was so busy trying to ensure that my aunt didn’t see my erection that I was unprepared for her to pull me back.



Her words, “Lean back, let me work on these sore muscles,” were not sexy at all, and I tried to think of filling out financial aid forms or what college may accept me – anything to distract myself from the situation to let my stiff cock finally relax.



Then she pulled me back against her. As soon as my back touched her breasts my dick was at full attention and barely being held against my stomach by my straining suit. With no small amount of pain involved.



Lynn must have felt me tense up as she insisted that I relax, forcing me back further against her soft tits. I swear I must have had a goofy grin on my face, and I remembered thanking God that my aunt was behind me and unable to see.



As she kneaded my neck and shoulders, I began to relax. Sure I could imagine her hard nipples against my back, but that was just my imagination – and the reality was that my muscles ached and she was helping.



Aunt Lynn worked down my arms for a long time, and then my back, having me lean forwar. I stifled my imagination of my but pushing against her sex and relaxed as her hands kneaded and rubbed my tired muscles. She seemed to effortlessly pull me back into her arms, and I was so relaxed I let her. I thought my aunt was done and was just giving me a hug.



… and then she began to rub my front, squeezing and rubbing my developed, but not heavily muscled chest.



She moaned, right into my ear, and I was suddenly more tense than I started.



Panic returned full force. My cock, absolutely refusing to relax, stood rock hard as her hands moved around my chest and slipped down to my stomach.



Again she told me to relax, and then she became suddenly still herself. Wrapped as she was around me, I couldn’t help but notice her whole body stiffen up. She had brushed my cock lightly, then immediately her hand closed around my shaft.



I was busted.



Aunt Lynn let out a long breath I hadn’t realized she was holding and began to gently squeeze my dick, making some lame joke about how tense I really was. Or maybe it was really clever. Hell, maybe she barked like a dog for all I know, my entire universe was wrapped up a few inches below the roiling surface of the water.



Pulling me all the way back, my aunt wrapped her legs around my middle and still she was so petite that she was just able to lift her chin up to my shoulder. She whispered and cooed in my ear and I began to tremble.



“That’s it, let go of that tension Jason, here, let aunty Lynn help.”



I don’t actually recall how I got up on the rim of the tub, my legs still in the frothy water, wet butt on the cool flag-stone edging… I do distinctly remember the way my aunt Lynn’s long dark hair spread out and pulled back as her head bobbed up and down on my cock. Somewhere along the way she had turned off the jets. The only sounds in the room were coming from my lap.



Lynn grunted like an animal as she slid one hand up and down my shaft and plunged her face into my lap over and over. Looking into the water, I could see her other hand was pressed between her legs and I watched fascinated as she played with herself. My sexy, beautiful aunt… my mother’s sister… was giving me my first blowjob. From the noises she was making she was enjoying it immensely.



She licked up and down my shaft, the whole time rolling my heavy balls in her small hands. I think I would have cum a lot sooner had I not been partially in shock. She solved that by taking me all the way into her mouth in one diving move of her sexy mouth… I was suddenly ablaze with the need to let loose!



I clamped down with every fiber of my being, I wanted this to last so badly! Feeling the urge to cum subside, I released a pent up breath and looked back down. Just in time to see and feel my Aunt Lynn slowly pulling her lips up my shaft.



As she pulled up she met my eyes, that was that moment that I knew I could not hold out much longer. (To this day it is one of the sexiest memories I have; I left this detail out in my account to Amanda, not knowing how my excitable young partner might have reacted.)



Blinking my eyes, I stared down at the spectacle of my incestuous aunt staring back at me, gradually pulling the whole of my cock from her mouth. She heaved a breath and giggled like a little girl. (I thought, just for a moment that I had heard another giggle, but my attention was pulled back to Lynn as she spoke.)



“Such a beautiful cock!” She licked the length of me. “So thick,” lick “and long” lonnnng lick “and the head!” she hummed as she poked my dickhead up into her mouth, licking underneath.



That was it, I was frankly amazed I’d held out that long, but with the humming came that familiar churning in my balls. I found myself clenching my jaw as I announced: “Coming!”.



Aunt Lynn didn’t stop, didn’t pull back, instead she thrust my cock down her throat and gave a long, gurgling moan.



And then my world exploded.



When you consider that I basically flung myself backward and hit my head on the pump casing, that’s a mild description. (Amanda threw her head back and laughed aloud at this, causing the dozen or so other patrons to look right at us. I calculated the angles of each and every set of eyes in desperate hope that nobody could see my partially exposed dick in her left hand as she wiped her eyes with her right. Crazy girl!)



In any case, that was the end of my first encounter, Aunt Lynn let me settle down and then took me into the house. She explained the goose-egg to my mother, saying that I must have fallen asleep and fallen over. I went from having a hot, sexy relative going down on me to having old grannies fussing over my bruised cranium.



I did get to relax the next day, but it was the last day of the reunion. Though I tried my best, all I could get from my aunt was a sexy wink and a “next year”.



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“Come with me, now!” demanded my auburn beauty.

Many thanks to azure_skies for being my editor.



This story is a continuation of The Hand.




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I caught up and joined my friends. I had just had the most bizarre experience… an anonymous hand brought me to climax in the middle of a crowd on Bourbon Street. It had been both exciting and embarrassing. I could never let them know what had happened back there, especially that I had enjoyed it. Suddenly, I no longer wanted their company. I feigned a headache. “No, really, you guys go on… I’ll find a cab.” Of course they had no idea a cab was absolutely impossible on Mardi Gras day as all major streets were blocked off. All the better for me.



I wandered off, in the vague direction of Jackson Square and the Cathedral. My experience, on Bourbon Street, loomed large in my mind. I had to be honest, I HAD enjoyed it. Some part of me knew I could lie to myself, swear it was against my will, disown the massive pleasure, absolve myself of guilt. But I have never been good at lying. The anonymity was exciting. I had not known I had such a hunger within me. I had wanted every single movement and touch, accepted it, eagerly devoured it. Knowing my own limits were being pushed thrilled me. What would I do? What wouldn’t I do?



I wanted to find out.



This was the perfect day to learn. Everything was permitted, nothing was taboo. I was more experienced than my friends, it was true. But I found myself out of my league, far too shy to actually seduce a stranger. I was still stumbling over my recent experience like it was new furniture in the dark. But I eyed men, imagined touching them, imagined all sorts of pornographic things. This was entirely unlike my normal mind frame. What was happening to me? Now I was ogling women too. So much cleavage. It made my mouth water. I had no idea this was inside me. I longed to boldly grasp at what I desired, but found myself not equal to the task. I had always thought myself worldly and experienced, but now I felt like the rankest novice. How to translate my desires into actual experience? Was I brave enough?



I took another pull on my fruity drink. I didn’t really need more, but I drank anyway. Now I was admiring what looked like a Vegas showgirl. She had chosen pasties, and my god what a choice! Perfectly shaped, large, beautifully brown. The flaring collar her shoulders supported must have weighed 10 pounds, encrusted with glass beads and sequins. Her feathered headpiece must have weighed almost as much, similarly decorated. A long skirt sparkled… but it did nothing to cover her as it was slit up both sides to the hips. My mouth was parted, and I wiped saliva from the corner of my mouth. She walked so smoothly and gracefully, as if her costume was feather light. She paced on, the crowd following her with hungry eyes.



I felt someone grasp my shoulder, turned to see brown eyes looking intently at me. A pretty brunette. “Makes you want to eat her up, doesn’t it?”



My mind hunted for a reasonable answer to this. Finally I muttered “Yes.”



The young lady rubbed my arm and laughed. “It was pretty obvious. Want to join us?” I saw just behind her a tall guy, maybe 20 or so. Handsome. I felt like my eyes never wanted to leave his shoulders, chest, forearms. My god, I had been drinking a lot. I couldn’t seem to hide any of my reactions. I licked my lips. Now he was laughing. They took me by the arms, one on each side, as if we were old friends. I had to laugh too. In a bold move that never would have occurred to me before today, I put my arms around them. It was peculiar, such a soft pliant curving waist under my hand. Of its own accord, my hand stroked this lush curve. My new friend pressed herself against me. Her companion put his arm around me and leaned to kiss the girl.



She introduced herself. “My name’s Kerri, and this is Jim.” I stammered my name. I blushed. Kerri laughed delightedly. Jim squeezed my shoulder, Kerri nuzzled my neck. “You’re ok with us, don’t worry.” And I did feel ok with them.



They bought me another drink (a virgin daiquiri for me, I’d had plenty enough already) and we leaned against a wall watching the crowds of costumed and masked revelers. After I threw away my empty cup, I embraced them both again, this time more deliberately, stroking both and pulling both closer. Was this me? Yes, it was me who turned and kissed Kerri. Turned and kissed Jim. They snuggled closer, Jim rubbing my back, Kerri with her arm around my waist. “Let’s go to my sister’s place, we can get more comfortable there.” Kerri steered us up one street then another, then to a door in a brick wall. She unlocked it and we pushed through into an amazing courtyard. Unlocking a tall French door to the right of the fountain, we found ourselves in a high cool room. A large sectional sofa gathered around a sheepskin rug in front of a fireplace. It was a plush, inviting arrangement.



I felt like a complete schoolgirl when I had to ask for the bathroom. Kerri pointed me to the left. I imagined a small powder room as would be usual in an American house. Instead I found myself in a huge flagged room. There was a claw foot bathtub in the middle of the floor and two toilets against one wall. A sink was built into a niche between them. I had never seen anything like it. I felt exposed pulling down my shorts in such a big room. I hurriedly took care of business, noting along the way that my shorts were still damp in the crotch. As I was washing my hands, Kerri came in. “I forgot to put out a hand towel,” was her explanation. Indeed, my hands were wet and I had nothing to wipe them on. She approached and took each hand in turn and tenderly patted it dry.



I clumsily stood there, not knowing what to do. Then this bold stranger inside me reached out and cupped one of her breasts. She kissed me slowly, deliberately put her hand on mine and encouraged me to explore her breast. I flicked my thumb over her taut nipple and my palm followed over. My other hand came up to help, then I was burrowing my head into her chest, nuzzling in her cleavage, kissing my way over to the other nipple. I licked it through the cloth of her gauzy top, pulled it gently with my teeth. How did I know to do this? It was what I had always longed for from the different boys I’d been with. I stopped, went back to kissing Kerri, moving my hands as if I caressed women every day. Kerri ran her hands over the silky fabric of my shorts, grasping my bottom, pulling her hands up slowly. Still kissing me, she stopped my plucking, teasing hand on her breast. She led this hand down to her thigh, under her short skirt. Still operating by instinct, I kneaded her thigh, followed the inner curve up. Then my courage stalled. I took my hands away, pulled back and looked at Kerri. She had a secret smile on her face, as if she was satisfied with something. “Come and have a drink.”



I went after her. She turned at the door and gave me an encouraging smile. I found Jim at a bar in a shadowy corner of the room. This time, I had wine. We went and sat on the sofa, all holding wineglasses as if this was perfectly natural. Jim had sprawled on one end of the sofa, Kerri and I sat more primly in a curve of the couch that pressed our knees together. There was music, light bells and a flute. Kerri put down her glass and took away mine. Kissed me again, again guided my hand to her inner thigh. Loosened up by the wine, I felt easier. Her flesh was so soft. Up the firm soft line, then hesitated.



Kerri pulled away from our kiss and whispered “Do.” So I did. She was breathing in my ear, licking my neck. My hand traveled on into unknown territory. And found her panties. I stroked the crevice between her leg and the panties, felt her breath come faster. Slid my fingers over the cotton to stroke the other side, just on the rim of the elastic of her panties. It was incredible. So smooth. No hair? A spurt of dampness between my legs at this discovery.



I found myself sliding off the couch, onto my knees before her. I ran my hands under her shirt, up to her breasts as I pressed myself between her legs. She pulled the shirt over her head. I admired the gentle curves of her exposed breasts, leaned in to suckle them, one hand on either leg. Her legs spread easily as I ran my hands up her skirt again, my thumbs going back to the delicious crevice between leg and sex. I could have stayed that way forever, licking and sucking and stroking. Then some impulse led me to unbuckle her belt, unzip the skirt. She helped me work it off her hips. I looked up at her, amazed and arrested. I was undressing a woman. She had only her panties on now.



She seemed to sense how taken aback I was, and pulled me up off the floor, back onto the couch. Kissed me gently. Began pushing my t-shirt up to my sports bra. “You don’t need this.” She pulled it over my head. I glanced over, suddenly and acutely aware Kerri and I were not alone. Jim was still sprawled on the end of the couch, watching us. I wanted to cover my chest and fought the urge with great difficulty. He smiled but didn’t otherwise move. Kerri took my face in her hands gently, turned my head back to her. “Don’t mind him.” I pushed his presence to the back of my mind.



It wasn’t hard, Kerri was licking my ribcage just below my bra. I had no idea I was so sensitive there. Her hands were on me too, caressing my belly, moving up and down my waist as if to enjoy the slight curves. I always felt self conscious about my athletic build, more firm than lush. But Kerri was making me feel beautiful. Now she was gnawing on my breast trough the sports bra. The material was thick and tight, and it had to come off. That was evident. I struggled to pull it over my head, threw it aside. Suddenly free and exposed to the air, my breasts came to attention. It was heaven when she sucked first one and then the other.



I had never lost myself to sensation in this way before. I heard cries of pleasure coming from my mouth, distant and unconnected. I was wholly in the now. Kerri’s fingers slipped under the waist band of my shorts, slid around the waist, not pulling them down or pushing in deeper, just slipping around with her fingertips. It was my turn to guide her hands. Together, my hands over hers, we pushed down my shorts. She put her hand between my open legs, rubbed my outer lips, my sex blossoming open. She was touching my slick pussy. I was still swollen and sensitive from my earlier encounter, which made her touch all the more electrifying. The lightest touch was shooting off rockets in my head. An animal sound came out of me when she licked my clitoris. She laved it, her tongue flat and soft and velvety and wet. It pushed me over the edge, crying out, pleasure a prolonged explosion from my innermost part. I was panting wild with excitement, writhing, wanting more, anything, she could do anything with me.



Then Jim was there. He was what I needed. I pushed him down on the rug, tearing at his jeans. Some part of me felt his surprise, but I did not care. Frantically I pulled his cock free from his boxers. I straddled him, rubbing my pussy lips against his shaft, leaned forward for a savage demanding kiss. His hand guided the head of his cock into my swollen throbbing cunt. I rode him hard, crazy wet and loose and now clamping down as another orgasm flattened me. I collapsed, rolled off, my selfish desire satisfied.



There was Kerri, taking over where I left off. But she was quiet, careful, impaling herself slowly and then resting there. She began a gentle rocking. Some part of me thought Jim must be confused with the sudden shift. His eyes were closed, his hands on her hips, an inward look on his face. She was so beautiful. I crawled over, put my mouth over her nipple, sucked, teased it with the tip of my tongue until it sprang up hard. I reached up and kissed her, slowly, gentle, long, deep. All my frantic energy was gone and I was in tune with her gentleness. I rubbed her arms in long sensuous strokes, kissing her neck, delighting in her soft moans.



Jim’s eyes were open now, devouring the sight of Kerri and me. He ran one hand up and down the furrow in the small of my back. I jumped at the contact, but his hand stayed there, firm and warm. He was wordlessly urging me closer and I complied by straddling him once again. I kissed Kerri again and acquiesced when Jim pulled my hips down so that his mouth met me. Kissing Kerri and feeling the expert tonguing of Jim made me shiver. Kerri’s hand was on my clit again, I was being eaten and rubbed. This time my orgasm came long and unbearable.



I dismounted, backed away, looked on as Kerri pulled Jim over on top of her. Jim sped up. I watched the sinewy muscles in his back as he pumped into Kerri. She was warming up too, wrapping her legs around his waist, meeting him thrust for thrust. They were beautiful. I had never watched a couple make love. Then they were both cumming, Jim with one deep low groan, and Kerri crying out a sharp strangled, drawn out “Ah.” I sat leaning against the sofa, looking at them as they disentangled them selves. Jim curled around Kerri as they both rested. Kerri smiled sleepily at me, gestured. I fitted myself into her curve and she folded her arm around me so that we were three spoons nestled together.

Of course all characters who are sexually active are 18 or older.



Chapter One: Introduction



‘Amanda Taylor may very well be the sexiest girl I’ve ever fucked.’



This thought was quickly emphasized by the intense pleasure her sweet pussy gave me as she worked herself up and down my shaft as I lay back and enjoyed her riding me cowboy style.



Opening my eyes (and blinking a bit to clear the dizziness) I realized I had cum without even feeling it well, coming.



The actual explosion was so intense it had nearly caused me to black out. She had won this round, and I could see from her smug look that she thought she had worn me out, however I had a surprise for her.



Once I recovered.



We had been going at it for almost an hour – having skipped out at lunch – and at the age of forty four I was being sorely tested to keep up with this hot twenty-something. Though I’d brought her to at least three orgasm’s by my count, this was my second.



I answered her triumphant grin with a lazy, hooded-eyed smile of my own; bringing my hands up from her hips to cup her wonderful round tits and run my fingers over her nipples as I gently hefted their weight. Amanda had hidden these beauties under conservative dress style and loose tops, and even my practiced eye was pleasantly surprised at her full C cups.



Keeping the sweet young thing occupied while I gathered my strength was no hardship. If the soft coos she made as I pleasured her were not enough incentive, her lovely youthful face was so expressive that I thought I’d blow my load the first time she came some time earlier this afternoon. (It was a near thing!)



As if testing the waters, the slender young woman atop me slid along my erection with her slippery pussy lips, her dark brown eyes widened as she felt just how much I’d recovered.



Ready or not, she was on to me, so I brought one hand up to play with her lips, pleased with her response as she hungrily sucked on my long index finger. As soon as she had it nice and wet I leaned forward quickly, sending her falling backwards as I hooked my calves on the end of the bed for leverage. I slipped one hand under her fantastic ass as she grabbed hold of my shoulders for support.



Before she had settled, she discovered where my other hand had ended up as I pressed my spit-lubed finger up to my first-knuckle-deep into her tight little asshole even as I plunged my now recovered cock straight into her drenched pussy.



Once again her eyes widened and now it was time for me to show this sweet young thing that I was a man of my word.



Moving forward so just my ass was on the edge of the bed I began thrusting my hips upwards, her legs had wrapped around my hips and could only hold on as I began forcing her up and backwards. I rocked our bodies upwards sending her sliding up my shaft only to fall back down as my body was rebounding from the bed.



My beautiful auburn conquest held on tightly to my shoulders and as I began to pummel her cum-filled pussy, the smells and noises of our sloppy sex filled the small room.



Just as she was beginning to get used to the pace I began to slide my long finger deep into her virgin ass (she had revealed that little secret in our talks the night before).



Gathering my strength I lifted up to stand with her clinging to me. I began lifting her with one hand holding her ass and the other pushing a finger up her ass to the hilt while I gripped her tight little buns.



Meanwhile I’d slowly began pulling the crown of my eight inches along her g-spot as I leaned down. When I felt my cockhead gripped by her tight outer-muscles I thrust straight into her deepest reaches with a lunge upwards, as she bottomed out I began grinding my cock deep into her cunt.



Amanda began to wail, a long half-scream-half-moan that I felt reverberating through the clench of her puss.



With sweat streaming from my forehead I reached deep for another burst of energy, driving her hot body past anything she’d experienced before – just like I had promised. With a well timed swipe my middle finger was covered in the juices that gushed from her tight pussy, another well timed maneuver later and she was hosting two of my fingers up her tight back door.



She began to howl and a fresh gush of her cream splatted my balls and ran down my legs. I quickly cut off her noisy response with a sloppy kiss and then turned around and lowered her onto the bed, her head lolling to the side as if she were out cold.



Taking a moment to grab a shirt and wipe my forehead, I saw her barely open eyes staring up at me. I slowly licked my fingers that had been up her ass, once again getting that sexy ‘astonished’ look on her gorgeous little face.



Amanda was an unusual combination physically, though the total package was amazing. She’s tall for my tastes at 5’10″, her small face is very youthful and yet angelically beautiful. Framed by wavy auburn hair, she is easily cover-girl beautiful. Despite her height she has a slender build and tight little ass on slender hips. She was girlish and yet all woman – and she was my instructor in the computer course I was taking.



Right now my teacher was breathing like a marathon runner – so was I for that matter – and just as she began to try to speak I gave my last effort, pulling her legs up and pinning her wide-open, I literally began ramming my body into hers.



I found this position much more difficult with such a tall woman, and instead of wrapping my arms under and grabbing her by the shoulders as I was used to, I settled with grasping her slender hips.



Once her orgasm hit it took all my concentration not to let her milk me of what was sure to be my last load of the afternoon. Steadying my weight with my hands on her outstretched-knees now, I lowered my own hips and began to slowly, steadily drag my thickness in and out of her, sawing in and out of her sloppy, bright pink puss as I searched for ‘that spot’ once again.



Taking a moment to rub my fingers along her slit, I knew immediately when I had found my goal from the way she shuddered beneath me. I started methodically grinding my cock-head up and down and then around her small but oh-so-sensitive g-spot.



The moment she opened her mouth I brought my cum-soaked fingers across her clit in a quick strumming motion.



Her moan turned into a choked scream, but still it wasn’t enough. Taking a chance I brought one hand up and roughly grabbed and twisted her left nipple. Amanda reacted by thrashing to the side – I had to quit or risk being bucked right off!



Thinking fast I first flicked and then slapped my gorgeous partner’s little pink clit.



That did it, she came again on top of her ongoing orgasm and the squirt of her juices was proof – if my now sore dick getting nearly squeezed in half wasn’t clue enough. Thankfully soreness wasn’t the primary feeling coming from my loins as my pride was quickly augmented by a generous release deep within her clutching folds.



I will admit, it was all I could do to pump a few times and then subside while her trembling pussy muscles relieved me of what little semen I had left. Even more impressive (to me at the least) I didn’t simply fall on top of the girl. Though the thought did travel through my tired body, instead I performed one last feat of strength, endurance and flat out luck as I pulled her slender frame to mine even as I rolled us onto our sides, bouncing onto the bed in exhaustion.



It would have been amazing, if our legs weren’t sticking off the edge of the bed… but at least we both laughed about it as we struggled up the bed to lie fully on the mattress.



Amanda smiled at me, gave a weak “you win”, then quickly snuggled in, kissed my chest and fell asleep. I joined her within moments.







We awoke much later; the day had turned to evening. The clock stayed my fear that we’d slept all night, though it was almost eight pm.



If I hadn’t already been smitten with the young Miss Taylor, her bashfulness as I watched her dress was almost too much. My heart filled with a longing that I knew better than to entertain. Still, I was going to enjoy every moment I was allowed with this enchanting young woman.



We went out to eat – nothing fancy, we were too hungry and tired to worry about dressing for anything past the local diner. The waitress gave me a forlorn look (another story) and we settled in with some simple fare to fill our bellies. As we ate we talked, bantering back and forth in the flirtatious way that had landed us in bed earlier today.



The thing is, we really seemed to click. We had refreshingly similar views on the big issues, and yet debated the nuances without getting mean. Our musical tastes were a wonderful match, yet our movie experiences were extremely different. We spent quite a bit of time reassuring ourselves that though we had the same last name, we were not in fact related, as far back as our grand parents anyways.



I found myself wishing we could share more, learn more, to get closer to this lovely, intelligent, desirable woman.



Then she asked the question I wasn’t expecting. She wanted to know how I learned to be a good lover – and not in the general sense – she wanted me to tell her my sexual history.



I balked, it was a rather odd request.



So she “incentified”, ie, she started fondling me with her long, soft fingers… right there in the side booth of the local diner. She began talking dirty about how she was going to call me out of class tomorrow and give me a blow-job while the other students were wondering what I’d done wrong.



Amanda, my refined and modestly dressed teacher was giving me lurid details on how she would let me cum in her mouth, but she would rub some into her pussy and then keep it held inside through the day.



I began telling my story… she immediately stopped me. Then she asked the real doozie, she wanted me to start with the ‘real me’. Where was a born, raised, what was my childhood like.



Blinking back my surprise, I took a breath, looked her in her dark-chocolate colored eyes, and told her the basics.



I was born to a struggling couple, a young college girl and her older professor. (Amanda smirked, but I assured her the coincidence was just that). My parents split when I was ten, Mom got me and we moved to south of Chicago where she had family. (I went into a bit more detail, especially at her rather ‘persuasive’ urging, but I’ll spare you the rest.)



My cock was half-hard in her hand, she wasn’t trying to get me off, just keeping me primed. When I told her ‘that’s it’ as far as my childhood… she wanted more details. How young was I when I first started looking at girls sexually. When was my first kiss, blowjob, everything.



Shaking my head, I sat and tried to recall… I realized I had never really given it any real thought before.



. . .



Although I never had anything close to actual sex before I grew up, I did find porn mags and read my aunt’s ‘Kama Sutra Guidebook’. I didn’t think these were anything out of the ordinary – everyone I knew had looked at porn in their teens.



Amanda was fascinated, my prim teacher was indeed quite sexually inexperienced until her twenties, though she insisted that she had “plenty” of boyfriends. With a face and body like hers, how could I doubt it?



My memory of my first kiss was easy. When we had just moved into our new neighborhood in Illinois the neighbor girl came up and said hi. I thought I was in love and told my mother so that night. She laughed, but I spent every moment I could trying to get closer to that girl, Michelle. I remember ‘making out’ with her, my first kiss was full of tongue!



Amanda laughed and called me a perv going after older women, Michelle was two years older than me. She then laughingly asked if it was because I was so ‘built’, that girls attacked me even at a young age?



I shrugged. For as far back as I could recall I never had trouble finding a girl friend. By the time I was 18 I was tall and broad like my father, standing 6’2″ and 200 pounds. I have my father’s wavy sandy-brown hair but my mother’s bright “Taylor-blue” eyes.



Through my high school years I was on the swim team. I did well, being a powerful swimmer, but I was “too big to compete”. I showed them by winning several meets and getting a partial scholarship to the local U. I didn’t have many friends – I only connected with much older guys… I was unable to relate to my male peers.



Girls seemed to find me easy to talk to and I certainly preferred their company. The problem was that while I did not mind girl friends, I had my heart set on only one candidate for Girlfriend: Michelle Phillips.



I dropped everything and everyone for Michelle, when she had time for me. She was my first and only crush, the girl next door who I was best friends with and nothing more ever since she had turned thirteen and begun getting breasts. From that point forward she was always just out of my reach, and though I was too dense to realize it at the time, I was just a boy to her. What a difference two years makes during those years.



I spent early high school just as frustrated as the majority of boys my age despite all the boasting and bullshit in the locker room.



Then came the summer before my senior year; during the annual family reunion I gained my first real sexual experience. We had been out at the small farm in mid-state Illinois where the family was from for about three weeks. My grandfather thought it was appropriate that all the grandchildren help with chores.



At 18 I was the oldest (6 years older than Laurel, 9 older than our cousin Theo) so I got to push the clunky old mower through the 4′ tall cheat grass that had sprung up all over the sprawling farm. By the end of the second day I had callouses grown over my burst callouses – my hands were raw. My feet, legs, arms and back were sore – I was used to living in an apartment building so no mowing.



That night my Aunt Lynn took me aside as the other adults were breaking out the cards. She told me to go soak in the hot tub, claiming it would help my muscles. I grunted assent and went to my room, slipping into my only swim-wear, my school team briefs.



I was surprised to find my aunt right outside my door wearing a full-length white terry cloth robe. I had not realized she meant to join me… I grabbed my towel and looked questioningly at her pretty face in the low light of the hall.



She gave me a strange look, but then smiled and hooked her arm in mine. Her attitude immediately relaxed me and we chit-chatted on the short walk around the house to the hot tub and she began instructing me on how to set it up. (Much later I would realize that it would have been a lot quicker to walk out the side door, but that would have taken us through the kitchen, where the adults were.)



While I followed her instructions on removing the tarp, Lynn had removed her robe and revealed her one piece swim suit, a rose printed number that did nothing to hide her figure.



I had admired my Aunt Lynn before – you’d have to be dead not to – but this was the first time I had seen so much evidence of how hot she really was.



Standing just 5’4″, my mom’s 30-something sister showed no signs of having had two kids to my roving eyes. Her hips were flared but her stomach was flat and her waist trim. What I would guess now were 33 round B cups were very nicely sized for her small frame and narrow build. Lynn had the family’s trademark black hair and “bright Taylor-blue” eyes, though her skin was quite nicely tanned for our Scotch-Irish skin.



I hastily looked around and realized we were essentially hidden. I remembered from playing in here as a kid that the bug screen allowed you to see out of, but not into, the gazebo that covered the hot tub.



The rest of the kids had gone to bed, the adults were all playing a heated game of pitch that I knew would last for hours… Unless someone got close enough to hear the gurgling of the water or the hum of the pump, we were quite likely not to be noticed.



Having finished my work, my eyes were roaming my hot aunt’s body. Taking in the sexy sight of her tight ass and toned legs as she leaned this way and that, adjusting valves and checking filters until finally she gave a satisfied nod. Turning back to me I saw that look in her eyes again, I imagine mine to have been deer-in-the-headlights.



I was keenly aware that my erection was peeking over the top of my swimsuit, which was only a bit bigger than a speedo, and with nothing but my towel to hide this fact. I was somewhere between terrified and mortified. Terrified won out when I thought of my uncle Charles finding me and killing me for coming on to his wife. (My fear was justified, the man was a nutcase!)



Stepping up to the rim of the tub, Aunt Lynn looked me in the eye and smiled. “Can you help me into the tub, it gets slippery with the bubbles.”



I scooted around and offered her my arm, keeping my towel firmly against my chest, dangling down to my knees. Even as I tried to come up with an escape plan I thrilled as my arm was pressed into the side of her breast as she leaned on me. My sexy aunt patted the spot beside her and I got in with a bit more of a splash than I’d intended as I turned my back on her and stepped down in one step.



The “ahhh” that involuntarily escaped me was embarrassing, especially as my aunt laughed. I did note that she had a pretty laugh, and, desperate to deflect attention, I told her so. She stopped laughing and just looked at me with a strange smile.



“When did you become such a charmer?” she continued to smile. “I bet your girlfriend really appreciates it.”



I simply shook my head. Of course I had no girlfriend. I was pining for Michelle yet again, or still or whatever. It was worse now, having spent some on-and-off time with her since she returned from her sophomore year in college. Nothing past hang-out time. Not one kiss since fifth grade. I was such a loser.



Distracted by thoughts of what I wanted to do to my fantasy girl, my sexy – and very much Here – aunt Lynn maneuvered herself behind me and told me to lean back while she worked on my sore muscles. As soon as my back touched her breasts my dick was at full attention and barely being held against my stomach by my straining suit… with no small amount of pain involved.



Lynn must have felt me tense up as she insisted that I relax, forcing me back further against her soft tits. I swear I must have had a goofy grin on my face, thank goodness my aunt was behind me unable to see.



As she kneaded my neck and shoulders, she worked down my arms and then my back… and then my front.



Panic returned full force. My cock, absolutely refusing to relax, stood rock hard as her hands moved around my chest and slipped down my stomach.



Again she told me to relax, and then she became suddenly still herself. Wrapped as she was around me, I couldn’t help but notice her whole body stiffen up. She had brushed my cock lightly, then immediately her hand closed around my shaft.



I was busted.



Aunt Lynn let out a long breath I hadn’t realized she was holding and began to gently squeeze my dick, making some lame joke about how tense I really was. Or maybe it was really clever. Hell, maybe she barked like a dog for all I know, my entire universe was wrapped up a few inches below the roiling surface of the water.



Pulling me all the way back, my aunt wrapped her legs around my middle and still she was so petite that she was just able to lift her chin up to my shoulder. She whispered and cooed in my ear and I began to tremble.



“That’s it, let go of that tension Jason, here, let aunty Lynn help.”



I don’t actually recall how I got up on the rim of the tub, my legs still in the frothy water, wet butt on the cool flag-stone edging… I do distinctly remember the way my aunt Lynn’s long dark hair spread out and pulled back as he head bobbed up and down on my cock.

I walked down the still busy street, my coat flung over my shoulder. It was summer, and I was on my way to a new baby-sit address.



The guy was a film producer, or so he said, and he had the cutest little toddler – I’d seen pictures. I was glad I found a new place to sit, having just turned 18, being bored and low on cash. When I reached the right street, I started counting down the numbers. 28, 30, 32… 34, there it was. The house wasn’t big, but not small either. Through the living room window I could see him sitting on the sofa, smart jacket and bow-tie, ready to go. As I rang the bell, he looked up and smiled at me.



He welcomed me in, and gave me a short tour around the house. “There’s plenty of food in the fridge if you’re hungry, and feel free to use the computer. Joshua is upstairs, asleep. I have to go now, my phone number is on the table if anything comes up.”



With that he left, reassuring me that Joshua usually slept all night, and might he wake up a hug and a story usually were enough to lull him back to sleep.



First thing I did was tiptoe up the stairs, to check on the kid. He was indeed sound asleep, and cute as a button. I swiftly took a glance in the room next to his, which held a double bed, out of which one side was made. There seemed to be only men’s clothes and no make-up or whatsoever, and I thus concluded my employer lived alone.



I went back down, and turned on the TV. Zapping past game shows, bad sitcoms and documentaries on the natural habitat of octopi, I settled on a half movie. The story wasn’t dashing, but I liked the pictures. It was some soppy love story, and after a while I decided to get myself a soda. When I came back, a full glass of ice tea in one hand, I walked straight in on a love scene. I settled back on the couch, slightly aroused. I sipped my coke, and one hand slid under my skirt. I had made sure the curtains were closed, and I could watch the door from where I sat. The kid was asleep, so I deemed myself relatively safe.



The lovemaking went on and on, and I became more and more slippery down there. I rubbed my pussy though my tights. The woman on tv was riding her boyfriend now, grinding her hips into him. I slid down my tights, and put my hand in my panties. The woman grinded. I rubbed. The woman orgasmed, I slid my finger between my lips. And just as I was going to orgasm myself, the door opened.



Mr Rhett stood facing me, his face gradually moving from surprise to delight.



“Ah, I see you have made yourself quite at home.”



I was frozen, unable to even remove my hand from my panties. I watched him as he walked into the room, begin unbuttoning his coat.



“I had forgotten my ticket, no use showing up without it.” He said, taking off his coat and slinging it over the arm of the couch.



“Please, stop staring at me as if I’m Santa Claus.” He smiled.



I attempted to smile back, but miserably failed. I then took out my hand, taking care to wipe it at my panties in the process. I sat up straight, and stared at him.



He smiled again, taking a step towards me.



“Did I mention you’re quite the babe? I mean it. I can’t say I mind having you masturbating on my couch…”



I forced a grin.



“As a matter of fact, please, continue. I think I could enjoy this.”



I was shocked. Instead of going into a rage fit about me violating his hospitality, not to mention making nasty stains on his sofa, he was asking me to masturbate for him!



I thought on this for a moment. I was still rather horny and my pussy was dying for attention, and after all, I had already damaged my image of perfect college girl, so why not?



He seemed to sense my decision, and sat down into the chair opposite me.



“I see. Now, if you would be so kind, spread your legs so I can enjoy the show. Oh, and take off your panties, you will appreciate having them slightly clean afterwards.”



I, though slightly reluctantly, did what he said. He was after all a stranger, twice my age, asking me to masturbate for his pleasure.



I put one leg up on the sofa, giving him a clear outlook on my pussy. He licked his lips, and untied his bowtie.



Slowly, I slid my finger back in between my wet lips. Wiggling a little, I rubbed my clitoris. I looked at him, and saw him enjoy.



I slid my finger into my pussy, and started to fingerfuck myself.



After a while, he said, “Now use a second finger, please.” He was still a gentleman, though one indulging in barely-legal masturbation.



I slipped in a second finger. I resumed treating myself, whilst my other hand slid under my shirt. I kneaded my breasts, 36C’s, and moved up the speed of my fingers in my pussy. I began moving my hips along, feeling the throbbing sensation of nearing an orgasm. It was rather sexy, masturbating while being watched. But again, right before I orgasmed, he stopped me.



“No, don’t let go. I want to finish it.”



He then continued to take off his chalet, which left him in his dress shirt and pants. He walked over to me, and kneeled down in between my legs. He placed his hand on my leg, and moved it down until it reached my pubic hair. He ran his fingers through it, and then slid one into my pussy.



He had long, manly hands, and his finger went in deep. He moved it in and out, increasing in speed, stopping only to add another finger, and then another. He was fucking me with three fingers now, and I once again felt myself nearing an orgasm. He too saw this, and took out his fingers.



“Why do you keep doing this to me?”



It was the first thing I said since he left, and he grinned widely. Not wasting another word, he bent his head down, and put his hands around my waist. I could feel his hot breath on my thighs, then on my cunt. He bent lower, eventually reaching my pussy with his tongue. He flicked it over my clit, sending shivers through my body. He licked it upside down, and then slid it into my cunt. He licked faster, faster, faster, pushing his tongue in deeper and deeper, until he could no more. Then he suddenly stopped, and bit my clit.



I came as hard as I never had before. It was the first time a man had masturbated me, and it felt so good.



I could feel him smile as he lapped up my hot juices, but he did not lick all of them.



Instead he stood up, and faced me.



“You liked that, didn’t you?”



I nodded.



“Do you want more?”



I nodded again.



He then took off his pants, and I saw his boxers bulge. He took my hands, and led them towards his boxers. He made me take them off, and his cock sprang free. It was large, pink, and very erect. The swollen red head glistened with precum, and he placed my finger upon it. I wanted to wank him, but he wouldn’t let me.



“No, I want to do you first. I want you to experience pleasure like you’ve never felt before.”



He laid me down on the sofa, and took off my skirt and blouse. I only had my bra on, and he unfastened that too, and took it away from under my back.



He then sat over me, his huge cock nearing my cunt.



“Are you a virgin?” he asked.



“Yes,” I said, and he smiled.



“I thought you were. You have masturbated often, I’m sure you have, but you are really going to like this.”



He moved even closer to me, and grabbed his cock with his hand.



“This may hurt a little…”



He moved the tip against my lips, and pushed it in an inch or two. I inhaled my breath in short gasps, and he pushed the head in even further.



He then moved his chest upon mine, caressing my nipples as he slid in further. When he was halfway in, he pulled back almost to the end, and with one large thrust pushed in to his balls.



I gasped loudly, and felt tears spring into my eyes. Perhaps I should have picked a slightly less well-endowed guy to be my first!



He slid out, and pushed back in. His thrusts were slowly at first, but rapidly increased in speed. His hands squeezed my tits, as he fucked me harder and harder. It was really intense, and I moaned a little. This felt amazing!



“Harder!” I urged him, grinding my hips into him. He smiled, and pushed in roughly. It hurt, but I loved it. He went to fast and his thrusts were so hard, I felt like I was splitting open. I orgasmed harder than ever before. Amazing! He went on a few thrusts, and with his final thrust, he pushed in his cock as far as he could, and squirted into me.



I could feel his hot cum inside me, and I wanted to cry out his name. Which I didn’t know, so I refrained from it. Instead, I pushed my hips into him until he was in incredibly deep, and received all of his cum in my cunt. It kept on coming, and I felt it flow out of me, flowing over my ass.



He collapsed onto me, and we panted together for a while.



Then he moved off me, and while still panting, began searching around in his pants-pocket. To my surprise he took out fifty bucks, and handed them to me, together with my clothes.



“As much as I have enjoyed your services, I am home now, and you can place Joshua back into my care. Now please, get your delightfully sexy ass out of here, and I’ll contact you if I need you again.”

Cheerleading practice had run late, and I didn’t get to the costume shop before it closed; so I didn’t get the Catwoman outfit I had reserved. I had run home and searched for a costume I could wear; but didn’t find anything. I couldn’t believe that I was going to miss the big Halloween party, because of cheerleading practice. It was at this point that I looked over at my duffel bag, and decided that I had no choice.



I opened my bag, and pulled out my cheerleader uniform. I ran to the communal washers and dryers, and put it through a quick wash, before drying them. While this was going on, I took a quick shower, and washed my hair. I ran back down the hall, wearing nothing but a towel, and grabbed my uniform from the dryer; it was a women’s dormitory, so I would have felt comfortable walking around naked. I headed back to my room, and continued getting ready.



I had pulled on my cheerleader uniform, and tied my long blond hair back in pigtails. I knew that people would make fun of the fact that I had worn my uniform as a costume, but I didn’t care; I was not going to miss this party for anything.



I got to the party late, and couldn’t find my boyfriend; but then again, I had no idea what he was wearing, so I could very well have walked right by him. I found some of my girlfriends, and had to explain to them what had happened. After a couple of hours, and countless drinks, I was drunk. Most of my girlfriends had either left, or were off with their boyfriends, and I was sitting on a chair in the back yard.



A shadow appeared before me, and it took me a while to focus enough to notice that it was a person dressed in a black robe, with a dark featureless mask covering their face. By their size, I guessed it was a man, and figured it was my boyfriend when he held out a gloved hand to help me up. I took his hand and let him pull me to my feet.



I let him lead me back into the house, figuring that my boyfriend was bringing me home. I was so drunk, that I didn’t notice where we were going; and was confused when we entered a dark room.



Before I could ask him what was going on, the door closed behind us, pitching the room into darkness, and was locked. Suddenly I could feel several hands grab me and hold me in place, while something was pressed against my mouth. By the time I realized what was going on, the gag had been tied behind my head.



A red light turned on overhead, and I could see at least four people holding onto me. I tried to struggle, but all the alcohol I had drunk, and the fact that they were all bigger and stronger than me made it all but impossible to do anything; and the gag made any attempts to scream, useless.



Two guys, one on either side of me, pulled my arms straight up over my head, while the guy in front of me lifted my top up over my head, and the guy behind unhooked my bra, and lifted it up also; exposing my large natural breasts. The two guys holding my arms up shifted the position of their hands so that my top and bra could be completely removed, and cast aside. My wrists were then tied together, and hooked onto a chain that was hanging from the ceiling. All of them backed off, leaving me hooked up in the middle of the room, topless; I had to stand on my toes in order not to hang by my wrists.



I was now able to make out some details of the room, and saw that I was in the garage, standing over the drain. I could also see that there were actually six people in the room. They all reached down into the folds of their matching robes, and pulled out their erect penises from a little opening in the front. Upon seeing this, I panicked, and started thrashing about, trying to get free, and screamed into the gag. The only effect that had was to start them stroking their penises. I finally stopped struggling, horrified at what I was sure was going to happen to me.



I never even heard as one of them stepped up behind me, and yanked down my skirt. I tried to turn and kick him, but he had already stepped back out of range, and it threw my off balance. At that very moment, two other guys stepped up to me and grabbed hold of my legs, while a third held me up from behind; however, he did wrap his arms around me so he could fondle my breasts. Another of them stepped between my now spread legs, and produced a pair of garden shears from behind his back. He cut the sides of my white cotton panties, and let them sit there for a second, before reaching up and slowly pulling them off. Like my breasts, I was natural down there, and had a thick bush of blond hair surrounding my pussy.



I could hear noises behind me, but was unable to look. My hands were removed from the hook, and I was laid down on a rough surface. It was small, and barely supported me from shoulder to the small of my back. My hands were pulled back over my head again, and down towards the floor, until my elbows were bent 90 degrees, where they were secured to something else. My legs were tied together at the ankle, and attached to the hook in the ceiling. Once again the six guys stepped back and stroked their penises. Eventually, they all started to make their way closer.



One of them stepped up to my ass, one stood at my head, and I had two on either side of me. Even though I was expecting it, I was still shocked when the one standing at my ass pressed the head of his penis against my pussy. The pain that I felt as he forced his way into my pussy, made me see stars; I was by no means a virgin, but I had been far from turned on, and was pretty dry. Add to that the fact that the way my legs were being held was squeezing my pussy together, and he hadn’t used any form of lubricant. It was at this point that I realized that he wasn’t wearing a condom, and I panicked again.



I tried to pull away and get him out of me, but he wrapped his arms around my knees, and held me against him. At the same time, the other five guys placed their hands on me and held me down. I finally gave up, and hoped that I wouldn’t catch anything from these guys. When they saw that I had stopped struggling, they released me and continued masturbating while the guy inside me started fucking me. With each thrust, I screamed from the pain, only to have it muffled by the gag. I knew that eventually, my body would produce its own lubricant, but that was of no consolation to me now, as the tears fell from my eyes.



He started picking up the pace, and pounding me franticly. I was completely caught off guard when I felt him ejaculate inside me; he held himself deep inside me, as he came; only pulling out when he was empty.



When he was out, the five other guys rotated clockwise, until I had one guy on my right, one at my head, two on my left, and one at my ass. My primary concern was no longer about catching anything from these guys, but of getting pregnant. I was so preoccupied with these thoughts that I never even noticed that the second guy was already fucking me. I started crying again, imagining my life would be over after tonight. The second guy didn’t last that long, and came inside me before moving out of the way for the third guy.



The third guy lasted even shorter than the second and I had hopes that this nightmare would be over soon.



As the forth guy pressed the head of his penis against my pussy, I suddenly remembered details about the penis that had been at my head when this whole thing had started, and knew that this would hurt even more than the first guy. To say that his penis was big wasn’t doing it justice; the head looked as big and round as a tangerine, and it was a good eleven or twelve inches long. I felt like I was being ripped open as he slowly forced his penis into me, and the feeling spread inside me as he pushed deeper; only stopping when he encountered my cervix. I nearly passed out as he fucked me, and when he came, I was certain that if I got pregnant, it would be his.



The fifth guy stuck it in me, pumped twice and came; the shortest of them all. The last guy was a little longer than him, but not by much.



I figured that was it, and really just wanted to go wash; suddenly I was being sprayed with cold water. I saw that the first guy had attached a hose to the sink, and had turned on the cold water. The hose had one of those pointy nozzles that looks like an ice cream cone, and works by turning it. He came over and sprayed me down, working the water all over my body. When he got down around my ass, I gasped as the cold water was sprayed over my raw pussy.



He turned the water off, and I breathed a sigh of relief, until I felt him push the nozzle up inside my pussy. Before I could even think to do something, the other five guys were back holding me down, as the first guy turned on the water, and proceeded to wash all their cum out of me. I had wanted to wash because I felt dirty, but I now knew just how well planned out this assault had been. I had had no doubt that these guys would get away with raping me, but the fact that they had planned this far ahead surprised me.



When he was satisfied, and turned the water off, I expected them to untie me and threaten me somehow; what I didn’t expect was that they would repeat the same process, over and over.



I lost track of how many times they raped me and came inside me, before washing me out again, that night. I must have passed out at some point, because I woke up the next day, naked and shivering, curled in a ball in the corner of the garage, using my clothes as a pillow.



My pussy felt swollen and raw, and the skin around my ankles and wrists was bruised from the ropes that were used. It took me a while just to stand up and get dressed. I picked up my ruined panties and was about to throw them in the garbage bin, but I noticed black marks on them and held them up. I saw that someone had written a message into them with a black felt marker. The message read,



No one will ever believe you.



You belong to us now.



We’ll see you again, soon.



I tucked the panties away, and went back to my dorm, trying to fathom what this went for me.



THE END

The Halloween party was really kicking into overdrive. My friend Kyle was off making out with his girlfriend, and my other friends Nathan and Rob were over by the kegs, trying to finish one off between them, leaving me alone on the dance floor; well, not really alone, it was packed. People were pressed together, trying to dance, as the band played off in the corner.



I wished I had thought ahead, and wore a lighter costume; the robe from my priests outfit was heavy, and the collar made it hard to breath. The only reason I had agreed to wear it, was because when the four of us were together, the ensemble made for good comedy. I’m catholic, so I dressed like a priest, Nathan is Jewish, so he dressed like a rabbi, Rob is Buddhist, so he dressed like a monk, and Kyle is Baptist, so he dressed like a preacher.



I was trying to make my way towards Nathan and Rob, when I bumped into a cute little blond, dressed up like an angel; that is, if angels wore corsets, mini-skirts, and knee high stockings. She spilled her drink all over the front of me, and I was now thankful that the robe was so heavy; because I actually didn’t feel wet.



It was too loud to hear her, but I could read her lips as she apologized. I tried to tell her that it was okay, but had no success over the noise. I pointed to the kitchen, and she nodded; I followed her. When the door closed behind us, the noise level dropped enough for us to be able to talk.



“I’m sorry about that.” She said.



“It’s okay; it’s my fault. I didn’t see you there.” I replied. “Let me get you another drink.” I took her empty glass and walked over to the kegs. “Yo, Rabbi; top me off.”



Nathan looked over at me and said, “Sure thing Father; anything for a fellow man of the cloth.” He filled the glass and handed it back.



I turned back to the angel and gave her the beer. “There you go, all better now.”



“Thanks, but what about your costume; it’s all wet.” She said.



I was about to respond, but she reached out with her left hand and ran it down the front of my robe. I stood there, having completely forgotten what I was about to say. She leaned in close so that no one else in the kitchen would hear, and said, “Let me make it up to you; back at my place.”



I was sure I had heard her wrong, so I asked, “What did you say?”



She smiled, put her drink down on the counter, and said, “I want you to come back to my place and fuck me; is that clear enough?”



“Crystal.” I said.



She took my hand and led me out of the party. We walked, hand-in-hand down the street, until we got to a dark little house. I recognized it as a sorority house, I knew that, like the fraternity house that the party was being held at, anywhere from four to ten people could be living here. I stopped and she turned to look at me. “What’s wrong?” she asked.



“Is it okay to go in there? I mean, will we wake anybody up?”



She laughed and tugged on my hand to get me moving again. “No, no; everyone else is at the party. We have the whole place to ourselves.” I followed her in and let her guide me through the dark house, up the stairs, and into her room.



When she turned on the lights I saw that there were two beds in the room, and that it looked like the two women who shared this room were complete opposites. The side of the room that she went to was what you would expect from a spoiled princess; it was pink, with lots of frills and lace everywhere, and seemed soft and inviting. While the other side was dominated by blacks and reds, had a lot of metal, and reminded me of the kinds of bars that I would normally avoid.



She let go of my hand and walked over to her desk, where she removed the gold halo from her head, and placed it neatly on her desk. She then slid the wings off her back and hooked them onto the back of her chair. She turned and sat down on the edge of the bed, motioning me to sit down beside her; which I did, naturally.



“Look before we do anything; I don’t even know your name.” I said.



She giggled a little, and then said, “My name is Angel; it really is. What’s yours?”



“That’s quite a coincidence.” I said. “My name is Ryan.”



“Well nice to meet you Ryan; shall we fuck?” I couldn’t believe how blunt she was, but it was refreshing; most college girls play all kinds of games, and take forever to get to the point.



She reached over, pulled me into her, and we started kissing. She wasted no time, and guided my hand to her chest; I could feel her erect nipples poking through the material of her corset. I rubbed her tits, trying to pinch her nipples through the material. She got to work on unbuttoning my robe from the bottom, but stopped about half way. She stopped kissing me, and untied the front of her corset, before pulling the cups down, exposing her perky tits. She started kissing me again, and continued unbuttoning my robe.



When she finally managed to undo the last button, I stood up, shrugged the robe off, and removed the collar; she took that time to completely remove her corset. I sat back down and continued kissing her, eventually working my way down her neck until I was finally licking and sucking her nipples. She reached into my lap with her left hand, and rubbed my dick through my pants; at the same time, her right hand guided my left hand up under her skirt, and to her panties. I rubbed her pussy through her panties, following the same rhythm she was keeping with my dick.



“Enough!” she shouted, before standing up. “Quick, take your clothes off and fuck me right now.” She matched actions to words and she unzipped her skirt and pulled it and her panties off at the same time. I saw a carpet of blond pubic hair; natural blond.



I jumped up and stripped as fast as I could. When I was naked, I looked to see her lying on her back, with her legs spread open. “I want you inside me now.” She said.



I didn’t need any more incentive, and climbed in between her legs. I lined myself up, and slowly entered her. When I was in deep enough, I lay down on top of her and started pumping. She started moaning right away, and grabbed my ass to pull me in deeper. She was so tight and wet, I had to slow my pace or I might cum too soon. I started licking and kissing her neck, and sucking on her earlobe.



“Lie down.” She told me, as she pushed me over on to my back and climbed on top of me. She leaned down and sucked my dick for a few seconds, before climbing back up and sitting down on it. She started grinding her pelvis into me, and said, “I’m almost done; just let me get off once, and then you can go ahead and finish.” Without waiting for a response, she placed her hands on my chest, and started fucking me.



She picked up the pace quickly, and I was glad that there were no other people home, because she started shouting vulgarities at the top of her lungs. She was getting so frantic now, that when I looked at my dick, all I saw was a blur on skin; I knew she was really close, and so was I.



At that very moment, the door burst open, and someone came in. “What the hell is going on here?” they screamed.



Angel looked over but continued fucking me, which confused me enough that I didn’t notice any details about this new arrival just yet.



The person walked over and yanked Angel off me by her upper arm, and said, “I asked you, what the hell is going on here, bitch?”



She pulled her away from the bed and to the door. I started to get up but stopped when the newcomer shouted, “Stay where you are, shit-for-brains!” It was at that time that I was able to finally focus enough to see what was happening. The newcomer was another girl, Asian, and slightly smaller than Angel. She was wearing the same outfit as Angel had been, except hers was red, and instead of a halo and wings, she had horns and a tail. They were now at the door, and the new girl closed it, turned the lock, and removed the key; so much for trying to beat a hasty retreat, I thought.



She shook Angel and said, “Answer me.”



Angel looked from her to me and back before saying, “Please just let me finish, I won’t take long, then he can go and no one has to get in trouble.” I was starting to feel bad; had she broken some house rule, and was she now going to be punished.



“Absolutely not! You know the rules, and you broke them; now you need to be punished.”



“Hey wait a minute,” I started to say.



“Shut-up maggot!” the Asian girl yelled at me. “I’ll deal with you in a minute.” Despite the fact that she was the smallest person in the room, there was no doubt that she was in charge here. The tone of command in her voice, and the fire in her eyes, kept me frozen where I was.



“Please, don’t do this.” Angel pleaded.



The Asian girl started pulling her to the other side of the room, “You brought a man into our room, without telling me about it, and had sex with him. You know that you have to be punished.” She made Angel kneel down beside the other bed, and produced two pairs of hand-cuffs, which she used to cuff Angel’s hands to both ends of the bed. Without looking at me she yelled, “Come here, maggot!” I stood up and walked right over to stand next to her, at the spot she had indicated. She looked at me and upon noticing that I was covering myself with my hands, yelled, “Remove your hands, worm!”



I just stood there, confused, and said, “Look, I don’t know…”



The force, with which she slapped me, surprised me, as my head snapped around to the side. I looked back at her and was about to say something, but she yelled, “Shut your mouth, you dog; you will speak only when I tell you too; is that understood?”



Too shocked to answer, I just nodded my head.



“Good; now I said remove your hands, worm!”



I did what she said, dropped my hands to my side, and stood there naked. Without warning, she grabbed my dick and pulled me forward by it, until it was right in front of Angel’s face. “Is this what you want?” she asked Angel, “Did you enjoy having his dick inside you?”



Angel stared straight at my dick, and started crying. “Yes.” She whispered.



The Asian girl slapped her with her free hand. When Angel looked back at her she asked, “Did you enjoy him, more than me?”



Angel shook her head violently, all the while crying, “No! No! Never!”



“I don’t believe you. Why else would you sneak him up here, without telling me?”



Angel looked back at my dick, which the Asian girl had started to stroke, “It’s just different; I wanted to try it.”



The Asian girl bent down to kneel in front of Angel, still stroking my dick; she leaned in and sniffed it. “I can smell you on him.” Suddenly she put my dick in her mouth and sucked in it for a few seconds; when she pulled it out, she said, “I can taste you on him.”



She stood back up and looked down at the crying Angel, “Now for your punishment.” The Asian girl stood up, released my dick, and proceeded to strip, until she was wearing nothing but her red knee-high stockings. I couldn’t help but look at her tiny, pert breasts, and the rather large erect nipples she had. I continued down and saw that she shaved completely, and had a plump little pussy. She caught me looking at her, and slapped me again. “You don’t get to look at me, maggot, unless I tell you.”



She turned back to Angel and said, “For breaking the rules, you’re going to have to sit there and watch while this piece of trash pounds my pussy with his dick.” She glanced back over her shoulder at me and said, “And he’s going to keep pounding me until I cum,” She looked back at Angel, “Or he’s going to have to do your job, and eat me until I do; and you won’t be able to touch me, him, or even yourself.”



She moved forward, spread her legs, and bent over the bed; so that Angel was sitting on the floor, inches from her pussy. “Now you,” she shouted to me, “Stick your dick in my pussy, and fuck me!”



I stepped forward and lined my dick up. I looked down, and could see that Angel was no longer crying, but watching with a hunger in her eyes. “What are you waiting for!” the Asian girl shouted, “Fuck me already!”



I slowly inserted my dick, and was amazed at how tight and wet she was. I knew that there was no way I was going to last that long in a pussy this tight, so I tried to reach around her to play with her clit; hopefully, stimulate her more that way.



She smacked my hand away and shouted, “Did I say you could touch that, dick-head? No, I didn’t.” I started to get disappointed, but noticed that her hand never reappeared on the bed; seconds later, I felt her fingers brush against my balls, as she played with her own clit. “You better not even think about cumming inside me!”



“Are you enjoying the show, Angel?” she asked.



“Yes, it’s beautiful, Miko.” Angel replied.



I couldn’t help myself, Miko was so tight, and I started pumping her faster and faster. “Yes! Yes! Just like that; deeper, harder!” Her encouragement made me increase the pace, and force of every thrust. “Oh, yeah; smack my ass, you dog!” I reached back and brought my right hand down hard on her ass; her skin was so perfect and white, that my hand print stayed pink on her skin. “Again!” she shouted; this time I smacked her with my left hand, leaving a matching hand print on the other butt check.



She started to thrust her hips back into me with every stroke. “Grab my hair!” I reached forward with my left hand and grabbed a handful of hair; I pulled back until her head was tilted back and she was facing the wall. “Give me your hand!” She said as she reached back with her free hand; she was now being held up by her hair. I placed my right hand in hers, and she brought it down to cup her breast. “Now squeeze my titties! I want you to pull and twist my nipples hard!” I got right to work on the right one while she did the left one.



“Yes! Yes! Yes! That’s it; right there!” she screamed, and I knew she was about to cum. Seconds later, she screamed out in a language I didn’t know, and I could feel her pussy compress around my dick; I was glad she had finally cum, because I was about to blow my load.



Suddenly, she bumped back into me hard, and freed herself from me. She then bent down and sat on Angel’s waiting mouth; Angel greedily licked and sucked up every last drop of Miko’s juices. I was so close to cumming that I wanted to reach down and jerk off; but Miko was watching me over her shoulder, and her eyes warned me against doing just that. I thought that Miko would probably tell me to get dressed and leave, forcing me to go home and finish myself off.



When Miko finally stood up, she undid the handcuffs, and helped Angel stand up. She kissed Angel, and licked at the juices off her chin. I watched as Miko’s hand drifted down the front of Angel’s body, until she reached her pussy; I saw Angel’s body shudder, and Miko plunged two fingers into her. Miko brought the fingers to her mouth and sucked on them for a few seconds.



She pushed Angel down on the bed, climbed up next to her, and held her legs open “She’s not far off; it shouldn’t take you more than a few minutes to make her cum.” She said to me. Then she looked right at me and said, “And you better make her cum, or I’ll make you wish you’d never set foot in this house, worm.”



I approached Angel and was about to shove my dick inside her when Miko said, “And you better not cum in her!”



I thrust my dick all the way inside her, and was rewarded with a gasp from Angel. I immediately picked up the pace, and started pumping as fast as I could; Miko had released Angel’s legs and was now using her right hand to rub Angel’s pussy, while she rubbed her own with her left hand.



Sure enough, in about three minutes, Angel screamed and her body started bouncing on the bed. I could feel her pussy trying to squeeze my dick, and was about to come when Miko yelled, “Pull that thing out of her right now!”



I pulled out and Miko immediately grabbed my dick. She pulled me forward until my balls were pressed against Angel’s pussy. “Look at what this filthy creature was going to put inside you, Angel.” She said as she stroked me.



Having almost gotten there with Angel, and then even closer with Miko, I burst like never before; just as Angel looked up, I blew my load. My first shot actually hit her right in the check, with a couple of others making it to her tits, before the rest pooled at her belly button. Miko kept stroking me, squeezing every last drop out of me, before letting me go.



I took a couple of steps back, and had to focus just to stay standing. I watched as Angel, with a shocked look on her face, reached up and scrapped my cum off her check with her index finger. She looked at it closely, before opening her mouth and licking it off; Miko watched her before licking the cum that was on her hand. The two girls smiled at each other and proceeded to clean my cum off Angel.



When they were done, Angel sat up next to Miko and said, “See, that was fun, wasn’t it?”



Miko looked from her to me and back, before answering, “It wasn’t unpleasant.”



Angel looked happy, and started clapping her hands together, “So then, he can come back and play?”



Miko looked right at me, “If he does what he’s told, then I suppose it would be alright.”



Angel hugged and kissed Miko, “Oh, thank you; thank you. You won’t regret this.” She stood up and walked over to me. “Isn’t this great? You can come over and play.” She whispered to me, “But you better do what Miko tells you to, or she’ll never let you come back. You do want to come back right?”



I nodded my head.



“Angel, bring the maggot here, and let’s get some sleep.”



Angel turned back to Miko and said, “He has a name, you know.”



“I don’t care what the maggot’s name is.”



Angel planted her fists on her hips and said, “Well, if he’s going to be coming over for playtime, then you should at least call him by his name.”



Miko rolled her eyes, and said, “Fine; but only because I love you, and it will make you happy.”



Angel smiled and said, “I love you too, Miko.” Angel took my hand and led me over to Miko’s bed.



I awoke the next morning between two beautiful, naked women, and realized that college was going to be a lot more fun than even I could have imagined.



THE END

Greg was standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom, making sure he looked okay and his clothes were at least neat. Hopefully, they wouldn’t be on that much longer. A smile lit up his face as he thought about Ashelin sitting on the couch in my living room and how he got to be in this position.



He was at the ice cream shop when this woman walked in with a couple of her friends. She was wearing the uniform of a local all-girls private school and at first all Greg could look at were her legs and thighs wrapped in those white stockings. They kept looking at each other, and after a while, she walked over to the table where he was sitting. She introduced herself as Ashelin and told him that she was 18 and a senior at the Della Parsons School for Young Women. He invited her to sit down and told her his name was Greg. As she talked, he noticed that the top button of her blouse was undone and he could see her cleavage. Trying not to be too obvious, he looked up into her blue eyes. After talking for a while, they made a date and she gave him her phone number.



The night they were supposed to meet, she decided to change the plans and to meet at his apartment. Greg said okay and gave her his address. He got dressed and waited for her to arrive. When the doorbell rang, he nearly jumped off the couch to answer it. Greg opened the door and was surprised by what he saw. Ashelin was standing in the doorway in her school uniform. She was wearing a thin white blouse, through which he could see her bra, a navy blue pleated skirt that came down to a little above her knees, white stockings, and black dress boots. Her shoulder-length blonde hair was simply combed straight, but somehow it added to her beauty. Her blue eyes twinkled as she smiled and kissed Greg on his cheek. He moved aside to let her in and looked down to watch her ass while she walked towards the couch. He closed the door behind him with a smile.



Ashelin and Greg talked for a while and had a couple of drinks before the conversation starting getting a little suggestive. She then told him very bluntly what she wanted to do, so he told her to sit back and relax while he went to the bathroom. He checked himself one final time, took a deep breath, and went back into the living room.



Ashelin was sitting there with her legs crossed and a smirk on her face. “You okay?” she asked in a playful tone.



“Yeah, I’m fine,” Greg replied. He sat down next to her and she leaned over to say something to him. As she did, he put up a hand to stop her. “Shhhh, don’t say anything baby. Tonight it’s all about you. I am going to do things to you that are going to blow your mind. I don’t want you to do any work, just lay back and let me please you.” She looked a little shocked at what he had to say, but Greg then leaned in a kissed her. Her pink lips were soft as they pressed against his. He could feel her breathing pick up as his tongue slipped into her mouth. Greg could taste the sweetness of her breath. He took his hand and started stroking her hair. Greg’s head started spinning and he could feel the blood rushing down to fill his stiffening rod. They shared that kiss for a couple of minutes before Greg decided to change the pace. He pulled his lips away from Ashelin and saw the redness of her cheeks. He stood up and, with her hand in his, pulled her up with him. Her turned her around to face the couch and stood behind her. Greg reached around her and slowly undid the top button of her blouse. He slowly ran his hand over her breasts, feeling her smooth skin and then the lace of her bra. He undid the rest of the buttons while kissing on her neck. Greg saw Ashelin’s chest heaving from her heavy breathing.



He slowly pulled off her shirt, and let it drop to the ground. He then knelt behind her and ran his hands up her legs and thighs. He took her shoes off and then slowly rolled down her stockings. He felt the goose bumps rising on the skin of her legs as he slid off the stockings. He then stuck out his tongue and, starting at her ankles, licked up the back of her legs. Ashelin let out a low moan as Greg reached the top of her thigh and licked the area where her ass and thighs met. Greg lifted up her skirt and began sliding down the black thong that she was wearing. Ashelin stepped out of it as Greg parted her cheeks and ran his tongue around her anus. Ashelin started wiggling her ass against his face as he pushed his tongue in more, the tip of it going into her hole. Greg reached around with one hand and slid a finger into her pussy, parting her shaved lips. He used his finger to start playing with her clit. Ashelin’s moaning became louder as his finger started rubbing her clit faster and faster. Greg then took his other hand slowly slid two of his fingers in her wet pussy. With Greg tonguing her ass and fingering her pussy, Ashelin started going crazy. Waves of pleasure washed over her as she started orgasming. Greg felt her warm cum dripping down his wrist. When Ashelin’s shudders started fading, he stood up.



Greg quickly stripped down to his boxer shorts. He then turned Ashelin around and let her see the erection that had formed in his shorts. Reaching his hands out, he undid the front clasps of her bra. Ashelin’s 36C breasts were the same creamy complexion as her skin, and her pink nipples were hard. He lowered his head and kissed the tops of her breasts. He then lifted one of her breasts up and began licking and sucking her nipple. Ashelin sucked in a breath as his tongue moved around her areola, causing ripples of pleasure to move down her spine. Greg loved the feeling of her warm hard nipples in his mouth, making him eager to be inside Ashelin.



Greg stood up and turned Ashelin around. He then bent her over the couch and lifted the skirt off of her ass. Spreading her legs a bit, her could see her engorged lips from behind. He pulled off his boxers and rubbed his erect cock over her lips, getting some of her cum on his head. Greg then gripped Ashelin’s hip and, using one of his hands, slowly slid his cock into her pussy. Ashelin let out a squeal as Greg’s cock penetrated her tight hole. Greg started moving his hips back and forth, sliding his cock in and out of her pussy. Greg reached around and grabbed Ashelin’s tits and started tweaking the nipples as he fucked her. He would slide his cock out until just he head was in her, and then ram it back in, making her feel the entire length of his rod. Her juices quickly covered his cock. Ashelin’s ass slapped against his groin and rippled slightly at every impact. Ashelin’s tight lips gripped his cock and he could feel the walls pulsating. Greg cupped her tits starting fucking her harder. Ashelin’s moaning became louder and Greg starting grunting from the pleasure. He felt his balls tightening and his cock got harder. Greg yelled out as he exploded, his cum shooting out of his cock deep into Ashelin’s pussy. His warm seed filled her hole as she climaxed again. Their cum dripped down and out of her pussy, sliding down his cock and balls. Ashelin let out a moan as Greg slowly slid out of her.



Greg then went to sit down on the couch and told Ashelin to straddle him. He pulled her close and started kissing her passionately, her warm breasts pressed against his chest. Greg could feel the warmth of her pussy against his groin. He started kissing her body, moving down her neck and over her chest. Ashelin through her head back, her breasts sticking out more. She reached around and lightly ran her nails up his back. This caused the blood to rush back into Greg’s cock, quickly making him hard again. He lifted Ashelin up slightly and placed her pussy over his rod. She sat down on it, her cum allowing him to slide in with ease. Her skirt draped over their laps as Greg started pumping his hips.



Ashelin’s weight caused Greg’s cock to go deep in her pussy, and as he pumped she could feel his head rubbing up against her G-spot. Greg pulled Ashelin towards him and he started sucking her nipples. Ashelin began squealing in ecstasy. Her hands gripped Greg’s back as he kept pumping, grinding their hips and groins together. Ashelin’s clit was hard, stimulated from the pressure of the grinding. Greg started pumping harder, using their momentum and his hands to lift her up as he did. The slapping of their thighs mixed with the other sounds of pleasure coming from them. Ashelin’s skirt lightly tickled Greg’s legs every time it moved. Their bodies were alive with the feelings and senses that filled them. Greg could smell the sweat and cum that mixed with Ashelin’s perfume. Ashelin could feel Greg’s heartbeat getting faster and their breathing became in sync with the others’. Ashelin’s pussy gripped hard around Greg’s cock. They both let out loud yells of pleasure as they climaxed together. Greg’s hot cum shot out of his cock in streams, filling Ashelin’s pussy. Her entire body trembled as her cum flowed out of her and down Greg’s legs, creating a puddle on the couch. Greg reached up and kissed her deeply. He then leaned back and let her fall against him, their bodies pressed together as their breathing returned to normal.

As the warmth of my last orgasm slowly faded from my body, and I relaxed my torso, which had been stretched like a cat to concentrate the impact of each shudder, I closed my eyes, slowly let out my breath, and finally relaxed.



Will wasn’t due back from his date for two or more hours, after all. His kids hadn’t stirred all night, either, and I was, frankly, giddy from making myself come so many times. Tonight I’d finally cracked the childlock password on his TV to access the late night channels; it had been quite an evening!



So my hand still inside my jeans and nestling down inside my panties, one finger tip still pushed inside of my wet, hot, tingly pussy – I loved to leave it there after coming – I allowed myself to drift into a doze, muting the sound of the sex on the TV. He’s not back for hours yet, after all, I remember thinking…



*ahem*



“Um, hi.”



Oh God.



I opened my eyes.



Immediately I could tell from the light having faded around the windows that it was much, much later.



I also knew he was home and I was caught, literally, with my hand inside my pants.



Removing it like a kid caught doing something naughty, and as my eyes adjusted to the light, Will came into focus.



He was perched on the arm of the sofa opposite, smiling gently.



“Quiet night?”, he asked. Was that all that he was asking?



The TV was now off, I noticed. Oh God, again. Had he seen what I was watching, or had I turned it off myself while half-asleep?



More so, had he noticed my hand down my jeans, or did he just think I’d been dozing?



I could feel myself flushing from tip to toe as I sat up on my sofa to smile back at him, trying not to look guilty.



Trying really hard.



Then I noticed the smell.



“Oh, hi, yeah *fake yawn* really quiet. The boys have been angels. Not a peep. As usual. You? Nice date?”



You couldn’t miss it. I should have opened the windows and washed my hands (and my face too, as I’d licked my own fingers at certain points during the evening’s entertainment). But the perfume in the room was unmistakable. All you could smell was my fingering.



“Another disaster, I’m afraid.” He took a sip of wine.



Wine? How long had he been home and sitting there?



Oh. My. God.



“Drink?”



I’m just 18, but my parents have let me have a drop from time to time since I was 14. Still, I’d been babysitting for Mr and Mrs North, and just for Will after his wife died nearly three years ago, since I was 13. He’d started dating again a few months ago, so I’d restarted babysitting, but it wasn’t going well for him. He’d never yet asked me to have a drink.



“Sure… just a little.” I bit my lip as he poured my some red wine and passed it over to me. Most of the bottle was gone already, I noticed. I sipped. It was gorgeous, like another orgasm, this one spreading down my throat. I felt a tiny tingle somewhere else at that precise moment too. “Katie, control yourself”, I thought. Fat chance.



“Mmm, lovely.” I licked the wine off my lips, feeling where I’d been chewing them earlier as I came, tasting a hint of myself. “So what happened on your date?”



I sat up, trying to look attentive and unflustered. Dating should have been easy for him. Will was a uni lecturer, still in his thirties, really cute, dark hair and eyes, kind of mad hair but well styled. Expensive, casual but dead smart clothes. Not too old-looking. Better looking, for sure, than most of my own sixth-form lecturers. But he was finding life back in the dating world tough, I’d heard my Mum say a few days ago.



“Total nutter. Spent the entire meal carping on about her cats and how the only person in life she’d really loved was her grandmother. Not a good sign.” He smiled a little here, but I could see he was hurt a little too.



One too many buttons was undone on my vest top, I noticed now, where I’d been teasing a nipple a bit earlier. My cut off jeans were done up, thank God.



“Ha ha!” I laughed, for real. He was funny. Always had been, until the accident. Now he was again.



The tingling got stronger as I laughed. I suddenly flashed back to the last scene I’d been watching of a guy and a girl on a beach somewhere. I’d had my last orgasm as she’d had hers, while the cute guy screwed her hard, but nicely, side by side from behind, playing with her boobs, rubbing his hands all over her smooth, curvy body. Then kissing her neck as she came. That was the bit that pushed me over the last time.



My neck was getting pink just above the beginnings of my own boobs, I could tell.



I should leave. I don’t want to leave.



“Enjoy the TV tonight?” he asked.



I stopped breathing. He knew everything.



I took a sip of wine.



“Um, look…” What to say what to say?



“It’s OK.” He smiled again. “I wondered if you’d been sneaking around the channels lately. I should have chosen a more difficult password.”



It had been Elly, of course, his wife’s name. Not the boys’ names, or combinations thereof, as I’d first thought last month when I’d tried to hack it then. Just his late wife.



He looked sad again. But something else as well.



“Katie”



“Will”



We both spoke at once. I flushed red again.



“No, go on”, he said. He came and sat next to me, on the arm of my sofa.



He took my hand. It was shaking a little.



“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. But I was bored and, you know, kinda wondering what the channels were like that I couldn’t normally access. And then, I guess, I must of just got bored and turned off the TV and gone to sleep.”



Would it work?



“Nice try” he said, with another nice smile, and a wry little chuckle that I just loved hearing.



“The Tv was still on when I got home, but with the sound right down. Interesting programme, quite educational. Although not one of the best on that channel. So I’ll tell you what I think happened.”



Dry mouth. More wine. “OK?” I asked.



“You had lots and lots of fun then passed out with exhaustion. Am I right?” Another smile.



Please, please stop smiling, I thought, you’re not helping matters, I’m getting wet and my parents will expect me home soon.



“I guess” I murmured, biting my bottom lip, looking at him with what I hoped was my sexiest, cutest, most knowing look of all, my face down, my eyes angled up to meet his gaze. A gaze, I now noticed, taking in all of my every so slightly plump but curvy body, wearing just my tight little, overtly unbuttoned top, cut off jean shorts, and white sneakers.



He lifted my hand to his lips, and kissed one finger tip.



The precise finger that, moments before he’d woken me up, had been still inside me.



I literally melted inside my panties.



“A girl after my own heart”, he said. “I guess?”



This is, of course, when I should have gone right home. Made my excuses and left. No harm done yet, just one of those things. Chalk it all up to experience, take the thirty quid and move on. And never ever babysit for him or look him in the eyes across the street again.



“I guess”, I said, suddenly leaning forwards and turning my face up to meet his wine-stained lips with my own. I kissed him fully, kneeling up on the sofa as I did so, putting my hands onto his face as I kissed him. My eyes were shut and I did not dare open them until I felt him respond, after a second’s hesitation and then kiss me right back, his hands in my long, light brown hair and then sliding down my back, his tongue’s tip playing expertly at the edge of my open lips and then nipping into me, meeting my own, like electric.



He pushed me, gently but firmly, back onto the sofa and knelt down between my legs, the groin of his trousers brushing the tight blue cotton of my jeans, spread wide by my open legs, one rested on the seat of the sofa, one against the back.



I knew he was excited as soon as our bodies touched this way, and I gasped at the obvious, gratifying bulge in his slacks. I’d felt it before with boyfriends, of course, and knew it signalled their urgent need to be taken out of their prison and sucked, wanked or – if I really, really liked them – ridden till they came, but I didn’t know an older man could feel so hard or so desperate. Live and learn. I smiled to myself as I gasped a little.



So I wriggled on top of him, sitting up as he lay down gazing up at me, smiling a little drunkenly but really, really happily. I loved that he was so happy at this moment, all down to me. I rocked my hips a little against him, knowing he’d like the pressure as much as I did if I got it in just the right place… oh yeah.



I pulled my top over my head in one movement, freeing my breasts. My nipples hard and tingly, taut brown against my pale pink skin. Then I leant over onto him, remembering the couple on the beach, and how she had leaned over him, her big breasts surrounding his face, him eagerly sucking, licking and pressing at them. Will did the same to me and I moaned again, my hand tracking down his body to his trousers and pressing the hot outline of his cock against my palm through the light material.



Now it was his move, and he unpopped the button at the top of my shorts, kissing me on the lips again as he did so, then pulling them apart so the poppers all opened at once. The flush of air against the wet linen of my panties made me wetter still. And he pulled them down with the shorts.



Then he slid down the sofa, smiling up at me, and said:



“I’ve really, really missed this. May I?”



He’s, like, asking?



I pushed my cunt onto his face in response. He chuckled against me.



“Oh God, God” I muttered, as his tongue slid into my warm, oily hole and then out again, tracing up my shaved lips then onto the hard, still, beating heart of my pussy, circling it, teasing it, making me wince up above, then back down, and inside and in and out and repeating and repeating and repeating.



I found the remote by our side and flipped on the TV. A close up of a huge cock hammering in and out of some cute girl’s pussy, her face like mine, contorted with pleasure.



“That’s. What. I want” I managed to say. He stopped and looked, then slid back up the sofa beneath me. “It’s what I’ve wanted all night lying here.”



Thinking of you, I wanted to say, but couldn’t yet.



He unzipped his trousers and I unbuttoned his shirt. Out of the back pocket he took some condoms.



“Better be safe, I guess…” he said.



“I’m on the pill”, I replied, my eyes now off the screen and transfixed on his quite long, nicely rounded and best of all very hard cock. I traced my finger nails from his balls to the tip then back down again, feeling his heavy ones move and the skin of his scrotum contract at the touch.



“More dangerous though. My history. Yours” he said, a wink in his eyes. “I guess it’s your decision.”



“I guess”, I replied, then cried out a tiny, shuttered yelp as he pushed suddenly, nakedly into me, his whole, hot shaft sliding in to the balls. No resistance, my pussy so ready from its long warm up earlier in the evening.



He looked reposed beneath me. Mostly. Save for the small beads of sweat on his temples.



I moved up the shaft, he sank down a little beneath me into the sofa, then our bodies me again in the middle, he filling me, me gripping him deep inside. We did this again, and again, sometimes my hips gyrating in a little circle one way, then the next, getting gradually faster until he placed his hands on my hips to quell them and took over.



I laughed with delight. “Oh please, please, do it!” I gasped, as he started to hammer in and out of me. Wet sounds and slapping noises, my big breasts juddering, biting my lip, biting, harder, harder…



Then suddenly he returned into me with wonderful slowness and, at the moment I felt his full cock in me finally, my pussy began to spasm.



“oh shitting hell!” I cried.



He laughed again, like a 17-year-old. I looked down, grinning and pink, my body cascading under waves of sheer joy.



He grinned back, and I think – I think – I saw a tear creep down the side of his face.



Was this his first time since…?



I didn’t ask. I just said:



“Thank you”.



Gyrating my hips again on him, in control, eking every last ounce of pleasure out of my savage orgasm, I waited for him to force me to do something else. He didn’t. I guess this is the difference between 17 and 37. I like it!



“So what did you like most on the TV tonight?” he asked, slowly, so slowly starting to slide in and out of me again. I glanced at the TV again, which he couldn’t see, but I had a good view of. It was now a show I’d seen earlier in the night: a gorgeous black guy taking a very athletic looking Asian teen from behind, she jerking in front of him like a ball attached to a tabletennis bat, her little titties jabbing up and down with every beat. I’d tried it once with a guy like that but we were too uptight to make it work and we ended up him on top, me getting not a lot out of it.



Nothing like this.



“This looks pretty cool” I said, lifting his chin to make him look at the screen.



He slid out from beneath me, removing his shirt as he did so, and knelt down behind me. His legs encapsulated mine on either side, and I leant on the far arm of the sofa.



I felt his hot, swollen tip push against me.



“I warn you”, he said. “It’s only the wine that’s keeping me in one piece. It’s been… it’s been a long time for me since… This is…”



I looked back over my shoulder at him, then forward to look at the screen once again.



“This is what you need”, I said, and he gasped out loud as I slid back onto him hard and fast, like the Asian girl in the Tv show.



“Oh fucking hell yes” he whispered and panted, suddenly taking me harder than I’d anticipated, riding me like the guy in the film was fucking the girl on the screen, and now I knew why she was gritting her teeth as his big cock stretched me every time thanks to the position and depth. I arched my back a little to relieve it now and again, but in truth I really liked it, making me ache, making me sorer still after all my touching earlier in the evening.



“Please fuck me really hard, Will” I urged him, the guy on the film barely able to hold back, Will panting short and hard with his strokes of cock, now jabs rather than strokes.



“Katie… Katie” he just about managed to say, hard, short thrusts… then suddenly longer, kinder, slower ones, and I felt myself coming again on his lovely penis, my knees buckling a little. On the film, the guy’s come was pouring out into the girl’s mouth and spilling onto her cheeks as she jerked him off.



Will’s breathing changed pitch, lower, beginning to make low, strange moans. “So close”, he murmured, concentrating.



“Don’t hold back”, I begged, my pussy still ringing from the orgasm and willing to be pushed into another the moment he came.



Longer, slower strokes, Will holding back until he could bear it no longer. I felt his hands gripping my hips ever tighter, leaving marks – I’d have to hide from Mum when I took my shower the next day – but I didn’t mind.



Time seeming to come to a halt as he returned into me, straining, his whole body tightening, his whole cock like an arm, like a bone, a hot hard bone, an arrow, inside me. Ready to split me right open.



He pressed, he pressed, he pressed some more, his every fibre pushed into my young little cunt.



“Oh my God”.



It felt like a shaken soda bottle going off in my pussy, me the hand gripping and shaking it to make it foam, as my walls pulsed hard of their own accord against his juddering, cascading cock.



“Oh oh oh oh” I gasped, laughing, crying a little too, never having realised it could feel this good. Not quite this bloody good. My pussy coming again like a round of applause, my body on fire, aglow, so very happy.



“Oh yes”, he responded, laughing too, and perhaps also crying a little, for different reasons. But most of all because he was so happy and – a word I now understood – ecstatic.



He turned off the Tv with the remote and we sort of collapsed onto the sofa, he still inside me, gently spasming still with aftershocks, me simply buzzing in the afterglow of my counterorgasm and after the single most erotically thrilling night of my life so far.



We lay like that for a long time, and then he said:



“Fancy a cup of tea?”



***************************************************



He kissed me gently this time at the back door.



“Sleep well. Can you babysit next week again?”



“You have a date?”



“Not exactly.”



I smiled this time.



“Sure can.”



He passed me the money, and something else too.



I looked at it as I walked down the driveway and crossed the road home.



It was a key to the door and to further nights like the one I’d just experienced.



I slipped it into the pocket of my now musty shorts and skipped home, hoping my parents were already fast asleep.

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