n spending an inordinate amount of time with her ‘friend’. She was getting better grades in English, sure, but there was something she was hiding. It had been three weeks since she had met the guy at his house. Ever since, Gwen had changed. She giggled at awkward times, was often caught daydreaming and was even spending less time on her phone! What kind of girl spends less time chatting with her best friend? Sarah thought. Something was wrong and she was determined to find out what. Even if it meant talking to Mathews. Mathews. The name itself repulsed her. She knew that guy was trouble. If only Gwen had listened to her… She glared at her prey, which was still unaware of its impending doom. She reached him and took a deep breath. She was going to need it…. * * * Gwen was feeling giddy. She had been thinking of Dave. Again. She always thought of Dave these days. She giggled. Everything about Dave made her giddy: his hair, his soft perfume, his clothes, his attitude… his body. Ah, his body. So many things she liked about it. She had fantasized, oh how she had fantasized…. She was going to meet him and get a little… something, to make lunchtime more enjoyable. She heard Dave before she saw him. He appeared to be in the middle of an oral scuffle but she couldn’t identify his ‘opponent’. She cleared her way through the small crowd, not more than twenty students, and found her best friend arguing with her new… hubby? Guy? Boyfriend? They hadn’t even dated yet…. Well, she found her arguing with Dave. Arguing was a small word. World War III came to her mind when she saw their faces. They were both contorted with fury and an unnatural… bestiality. Dave was clenching his fists so tightly they were blanching. And Sarah. She had curled her slender fingers into claws that reminded her of a vulture. Or a hawk. She opened her mouth in response to what he had said and what followed was the loudest and most imaginative swearing she had ever heard. Dave answered with anatomical references. She caught a glimpse of the exchange: scrotum sucker, balled-up anus, whoring vagina, unfucked… what was it? Whoa! She couldn’t believe he had said that. Sarah was stunned for a second then her eyes turned cold and her left hand swung towards Dave’s eyes. The latter grabbed her hand and his fist was a blur as it moved towards Sarah’s nose. Gwen closed her eyes and waited for the meaty smack and the loud pop that announced broken cartilages…. She opened her eyes a bit and saw that he had stopped a mere inch from the organ. He flicked out his index instead, brushing the tip of Sarah’s nose, and spoke in a tone she had never heard him use. His eyes were colder than the chicken her mom had thawed yesterday. “If you weren’t Gwen’s friend…” His voice trailed off, full of menace and unspoken agony. He turned and thundered off, leaving a discomfited Sarah and a shocked Gwen in his wake. She turned to look at Sarah who was still looking in Dave’s direction. Apparently, she didn’t notice her as she walked to the restroom and slammed the door behind her. Sarah started after her and quietly slipped inside. She saw Sarah bent over a sink, her blonde hair hiding her face. She was muttering something under her breath. Sarah took a deep breath and walked to her. “What was that all about?” Sarah whirled around, eyes wide. “What was what all about?” “That little exchange out there.” “You heard that?” Sarah asked sheepishly. “Difficult not to.” “Okay, it’s like this. You’re spending way too much time with that Dave shit. You’re not returning my calls, we barely hang out anymore and you even skip lunch. What’s got into you?” Gwen scoffed. “What I make of my time is none of your business. And since when have you become obsessed with me?” “We’ve been friends forever and you’re basically blowing me off!” “I’m taking some me time. So what? Sarah, you should learn to share.” “Share? With whom?” she asked suspiciously. “Like I said, none of your business.” She turned and left the restroom. She couldn’t believe Sarah was so childish. She went to the cafeteria and looked for Dave. He was alone in a corner, eating his Jell-O in silence. She took her platter and made her way to him. Nobody cast her another glance as she was wearing a baggy jean and a loose tee with a denim jacket. She sat down in front of her lover and met his eyes. He looked away for an instant before looking back. He was ready to listen. Not talk, not yet. She bit into her sandwich, chewed slowly, swallowed and took a sip from her juice. Dave was still looking her in the eyes. They ate, never letting their eyes stray from their required position. “What happened?” She knew she could expect an honest answer. Vague, no doubt, but still honest. “You saw?” “Yeah.” “Sorry about that. It was too much. I couldn’t take it. I snapped.” He shrugged, as if it could have happened to anyone. In fact, in could happen to anyone. “You haven’t answered my question.” He sighed and leaned back into his chair. “Sarah was asking about you. She was talking about stealing her friendship and bla and bla and crap. I was okay until she mentioned my mom. Something about a skank or a ho. That was too much.” “I’m glad you didn’t punch her lights out.” “I respect your friendship, I just don’t respect her. That’s why I stopped.” “You’re really sweet, you know,” she said, pinching his cheek slightly. She smiled and leaned towards him. “We still got ten minutes before the bell.” He looked up and cocked an eyebrow. “Only ten?” “Ten is enough.” * * * Sarah was going to her English class when she heard something move in the janitor’s closet. She silently came closer. She heard a grunt and a moan. This was probably some stupid kids getting some R-rated action. She put her hand on the doorknob and suddenly pulled it open. Her jaw hit the floor. Gwen was sitting in Dave’s lap, who was sitting on a bucket. Their faces were close together but Gwen’s long brown hair was hiding what they were doing. The closet was small and untidy. There was no doubt about what they were doing. She was still staring when they pulled back. Gwen turned to her and her eyes widened. She wet her lips with her tongue and tried to speak but Sarah slammed the door shut and stalked off. They were once again bathed in darkness. Dave cleared his throat and said one single word. “Oops.” “Yeah, oops.” “You think she’s mad?” “No, she’s thrilled. Of course she’s mad!” “Is that a problem?” “Yes.” She sighed. “I’ll try to make it up with her.” “There’s still two minutes.” Gwen smiled and kissed him again. It was kind of a ritual. Eat lunch, and then make out in the closet. Sometimes she’d give him a blowjob or he would go down on her. They hadn’t had sex since that magical night three weeks ago. They kissed in silence, tongues rolling around in their mouths until the bell rang. They got out of the closet and went to their classes. * * * Dave sat through Chemistry thinking of Gwen and Sarah. Mostly Gwen. Gwen’s lips, her hips, her thighs, her soft skin, her silky hair, her breasts, her bum, her body, her curves, her tongue, her… everything about her. Sarah was going to be a bitch, that was sure. He pushed those thoughts aside and concentrated on organic chemistry. * * * Gwen waited near the doors after school, looking for Sarah. She was going to make this hard, she just knew it. She spotted her friend while she was walking to her car. She walked over and tried to start a conversation. Sarah shot her a venomous look the second she opened her mouth. “I can’t believe you! Dave Mathews! Of all the people….” “What’s wrong with him?” Gwen asked defensively. “He’s Dave. That’s what’s wrong.” Gwen shook her head. “Well, get over it. We’re dating and you’re not stopping me. Even if it means that I never get to talk to you again, that’s fine with me. I don’t belong to you.” She turned and stalked off. Sarah was really a bitch. She saw Dave waiting for her near a lamppost. He had seen the exchange and was obviously going to provide moral support. She grabbed his arm, looked over her shoulder, gave Sarah a murderous stare and dragged her new boyfriend away. They walked in silence until they reached the park. She sat down on a bench and put her head in her hands. “Hey, hey, no crying,” Dave said, lifting her chin with one hand. He leaned towards her and planted a long, deep, passionate kiss on her lips. She responded with a firm hug that pulled him closer. Their lips were burning with desire. They must have looked like a pair of sex-crazed teens trying to get it on in a park. He finally stopped. Her cupped her face in his right hand and stroked her long brown hair with his left hand. “You are beautiful.” That simple statement made her blush. “Say… we haven’t officially been on a date yet.” He smiled. “Tomorrow’s Friday. Pick you up at eight?” “Yeah. Be on time.” She kissed him again, letting her hands run through his hair. They were still getting in his ears. She had told him to get a haircut. She rolled her tongue around in his mouth, feeling his, pulling him closer. She wanted him. She wanted him like a piece of well-cooked red meat. He must have felt the same, for he She broke the kiss regretfully and scampered off, leaving a very happy Dave behind her. She heard a mumble, something clearer. “What the hell am I gonna wear?” She smiled. Dave was a slob when it came to clothing. She was sure he was going to surprise her. * * * Friday night couldn’t come soon enough. Gwen had tried every dress in her closet, trying to find the right one. Her sister had even lent her a couple of her dresses. She couldn’t quite make her mind up. Her bed was crumbling under the clothes scattered on its surface. Her sister, Kate, was sitting on a chair by her table, watching her with a smile. “First date?” she asked. Gwen blushed. “Yeah.” She fished out a green dress, tossed it on the ground, looked at a blue denim skirt and a white shirt and threw them on a chair in frustration. Kate smirked and got up. She collected all the clothes on the bed and placed them delicately on a sturdy chair. She lazily lay on the stomach and propped her head in her hands. “So. Who is it?” “Dave Mathews,” she said. She was too busy looking for a suitable attire to blush. “Aaaah. The Dave Mathews. The guy from the English class. He finally asked you out.” She smiled when Gwen blushed. She saw her sister stop searching and sit on the bed, playing with her hair. Girlie talk was on the way. “I asked him out. Yesterday.” “What kind of date is it? Concert? Club? Dinner? Movie?” she enquired. She looked at the dresses and smiled. “Lips?” she suggested. Gwen turned the color of a fire hydrant. Yes, it was lips. Her sister had finally grown up. Kate was only one year older than Gwen but she had had her share of dates and lips. Gwen had always been shy. “I think I have what you need but I need some info first. Why lips on the first date? Is there something I should know?” Gwen turned an even deeper shade of crimson. “We kissed in the park,” she mumbled. Kate moved closer to her sister and nudged her side. “You kissed in the park,” she repeated. “Wow, that’s fast. I usually wait for the third date.” Gwen hid her face in her hands. “So, you two kissed. How was it?” Gwen lifted her head and gazed at the wall in front of her. Her eyes glazed over and she looked like she was spacing out. “Wonderful,” she finally said. “Tongue action?” Kate teased. Gwen nodded, a mischievous smile on her face. “There may have been some groping,” she said. Kate got up, went into her room and rummaged through her closet. She came back with a plain black dress in her hands. It looked too short, too insubstantial, too tight, too… revealing. Gwen shook her head. “I can’t wear that! It’s… it’s… way too short,” she said lamely. Kate cocked an eyebrow and stared at her sister. “You wanna get your lips or some sloppy goodbye kiss on the porch? Stand up and wear that thing,” she ordered. Gwen got up and took off her pajamas. She slipped into the dress and closed her eyes in front of the huge mirror. “I probably look horrible.” Kate sighed and shook her head. Gwen was so naïve. “You look stunning! Just open your eyes.” Gwen slowly opened her eyes. She stared at the figure in the mirror for a long time before whispering a soft “Wow”. She was indeed stunning. The hem of the dress hung three inches above her knees, making her look respectable yet sultry at the same time. The plunging neckline gave a good view of her cleavage but was not outrageously open. The material was loose yet it married every curve of her body and accentuated them without making her look like a slut. The thin straps looked like they could slide off her shoulders at a moment’s notice. She whirled in front of the mirror, checking herself out. Her hips didn’t appear too large and her butt looked quite … tasty. Kate was right. The dress was perfect. She looked at her sister and saw her wide eyes and her approving smile. “Dave’s not going to resist. If I were gay, I’d want you,” she teased. “If you were gay, you wouldn’t be in this room,” Gwen replied lightly. They were pretty liberal when it came to sexuality. Gwen looked down at her bare feet and sighed. She didn’t own any high heels, only Nikes and Sprandis. Kate miraculously produced a pair of small shoes that fit just right on her feet. They were very comfortable, just two inches high. “You save my life,” Gwen said, looking at her reflection. “I know. At what time does he pick you up?” “Eight.” “Okay. You can go at eight thirty.” “I’ll be late!” “It’s a girl’s privilege to be late, honey. He’ll understand. Now, makeup.” Gwen winced. She didn’t like makeup. It was so fake. Still, she let Kate guide her to her chair and let her do her magic. Some pink lip-gloss, a bit of eyeliner, some powder and the trick is done. Gwen looked just right. Not too much makeup but just enough to look supremely beautiful. She heard a honk outside, followed by the slap of a closing door and footsteps. She looked at the clock. Eight sharp. Dave was really punctual. Kate led her to her room and gave her a few tips and some advice on how to make the night enjoyable. Dave was downstairs talking to their parents in the living room. Kate went down and signaled Gwen to come down quietly. They listened to the conversation for a while. “… time do you think you’ll be back?” Gwen’s father asked. “I don’t know. What time do you want her back?” he asked. “Not too late. Tomorrow’s Saturday, so she can stay out a bit late, but no later than midnight.” “Alright. She’ll be here by eleven, Sir,” Dave said. Gwen nodded approvingly. He had all the right answers. She nudged Kate and entered the room. She saw Dave rise from the couch and take a step towards her then stop. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed and blinked. She enjoyed the look in his eyes. She gave him the once-over. He was wearing beige slacks, a plain black shirt tucked out with a yellow T-shirt underneath, a cozy blue jacket and his black Nikes. He looked great. He had made a conscious effort to impress her and her parents by looking respectable and cute at the same time. Her father got up kissed her on the cheek and slipped out of the room. There was a bouquet of blood red roses on the table. How romantic. He brushed himself and cleared his throat. “You’re… um… very…” his voice faltered as he looked at her. “Absolutely stunning,” he whispered finally. She smiled, took the roses, smelled them and dropped them in a vase. She took his hand and got out. “Let’s go,” she said. * * * Dave still couldn’t believe his luck. Gwen was sitting in his Dad’s black sedan and looking hotter than she had ever had. He could barely concentrate on the road. They drove to a restaurant near her house with excellent food and guaranteed privacy at a low cost. He was friends with the owner and got a special table when the latter saw his date. They ate, talking and looking at each other. They talked about the things two people in love usually do. Dave examined her carefully. She was wearing a beautiful black dress that seemed to mold her every shape. Her cleavage was delightfully exposed, just enough to make his mouth water. Her long brown hair was carefully brushed and shimmered in the soft light of the restaurant. Her lips were so lusty, they cried out for attention. Her legs were hairless, a definite bonus. She was eating her pasta slowly, enjoying the flavor of the Italian food. She looked up, noticed his scrutiny and blushed, making blood rush to her cheeks. She looked all the more beautiful with the color in her face. He couldn’t wait to kiss her. Kiss her like he had never kissed her before. They ate and went to see a movie, “The Prince And Me”, with Julia Stiles. It was quite good and he was able to hold her hand through the entire movie. Her skin was softer than he remembered. Her smelled the lavender of her hair and her soft perfume. They went to the beach, walking with their bare feet in the sand, shoes in one hand, holding their free hands. They talked and laughed all the way to her house. It was around eleven fifteen when they arrived. He looked at her and leaned towards her, kissing her. It was a simple kiss, just a peck on the mouth. He pulled back quickly and went out, opening the car’s door for her in a chivalrous way. He took her hand and led her to her doorstep. He noticed that her parents’ car wasn’t in the driveway and the lights were out. They stopped at the door. She turned to him. “So. Good night.” “Good night.” She turned back, visibly disappointed. She was about to open the door when he snagged her right arm and whirled her around, pulling her in a strong embrace. She hit his chest with a grunt and looked up to his eyes. He was smiling. Her heart was beating faster, he could feel it through her skin. She was scared, in a good way. His lips touched hers. She gripped his jacket’s collar with her left hand and cupped his head with her right one. His lips pressed against hers. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer to him, wanting her with all his heart. Their tongue were locked in an erotic ballet, right there on the porch. The fact that her parents could find them anytime excited him as much as her fragrance. She tilled her head up, giving him full access to her lips. He cupped her face in his hands as she slid her arms around him. Her chest was tight against his solid body. He wanted her right now, on this goddamn porch! She hungrily sucked on his lips, her muffled moans and grunts reaching his ears. He hoped her parents were out. He finally pulled back. He had to come up for air as much as she needed to. They were both red in the face. She rearranged her hair so that it was tucked behind her ears and smoothed her dress while he dusted his jacket and straightened his ruffled hair. He stepped back, panting slightly. She looked down for a second before looking up with a smile. She held his left hand lightly in her right hand. She rubbed it affectionately and stood on tiptoe, pecking him on the cheek. She opened the door and motioned him to get in. “Won’t you get a drink? Meet the parents at least?” “Alright. Sure they won’t be mad?” “You said I’d be back before midnight and I am. They’ll be happy to know their daughter is in such good hands.” She smiled suggestively, wriggling her eyebrow. * * * They went to the living room then Gwen moved to the kitchen to get Dave a Coke. There was a note stuck beneath a magnet on the fridge’s door. It said, “Gwen, we’re at the hospital. Mom twisted her ankle and is getting it checked out. Don’t worry, it’s nothing serious. She’ll be up in no time. The house is yours. I hope you get lucky. I’ll call you when we get ready to go.” Kate had left her the message and had put the time they had moved on the paper. Half an hour ago. From experience, Gwen knew they would be back in two to three hours. She smiled wickedly. More than enough? Or too little time? She couldn’t decide. She put the Coke back in the fridge and took off her shoes. These things were really comfy but her feet were starting to ache from prolonged use. She sneaked to Dave who was sitting on the sofa with his back to her. She put her hands on his shoulders and started to slowly massage them. She leaned on him, whispering in his ear. “My parents are gone for the night. How many do you have…?” her voice trailed off. He looked up in indignation. “What kind of guy do you think I am? I don’t walk around with a box of condoms in my pockets! That would be lacking respect towards you to think that I can get some every time we meet.” He sulked for a while. “Six,” he quietly added. Gwen smiled. She knew it! He always brought protection when he met her. She took his hand and led him upstairs to her room. The last time, it had been his room and his parents were absent. She hoped that Kate had cleaned up before her departure. She opened the door to find a clean and tidy room with an open window. Her room. She turned to her date. This was going to be fun. She reached for the door behind him and closed it. She pressed him against it, feeling his hard muscles through the layers of cloth. Her mouth was almost on his. His hot breath was slowly blowing on her face. She kissed him long and deep, locking the door at the same time. His arms found their way around her. She cupped his face and kissed him hungrily, just like the first time they had been alone. His hands slid to her bum and squeezed her cheeks. She moaned as he slowly massaged her buttocks. She played with his tongue, rubbing it with her own, pressing his face to hers more fiercely. She was compensating for all the time they had spent away from each other. She lost track of time. His hands had left her ass and were slowly sliding her dress’s straps down her shoulders. Her hands were busy unbuttoning his shirt. She pulled his arms to his sides and threw his shirt down. She lifted his T-short up and over his head. Dave let his arms fall slowly to her shoulders as he kissed her again. She was still fully clothed. She felt his member through his pale blue boxers. She pulled back and smiled. Dave’s eyes were lovingly watching her. His breathing had picked up and was warming her face. She kissed him on the right cheek, and then went on her knees. * * * Dave relished what was to come. He had finally kissed her like he wanted to. Gwen must have enjoyed it because she was now freeing his hard dick from its confines. He stepped out of his boxers and felt the tip of a tongue pass over his dickhead. He shuddered. She was getting good at that sort of thing. She licked the shaft then the head, then the shaft again. When it was carefully lubricated, she opened her mouth and guided his meat inside. It was warm and inviting and so pleasant. She used her tongue and swallowed, sending numerous jolts to his head. The swallowing thing left a vacuum in her mouth that felt great. Her lips were at the base of his cock. She used her mouth for his shaft and slowly played with his balls with her hands. He could barely hold back. He had trained himself in the Tantric arts a little to be able to control his ejaculation and be a more efficient lover. Tantra or no Tantra, Gwen was going to make him cum if she continued. He stroked her hair as she bobbed up and down on him and used her hands. He pulled her off just before the point of no return. She looked disappointed but stood up and kissed him again. She led him to her rather large bed and stood before him, waiting for him to undress her. Her window was open and the curtains open but this wasn’t a problem. Her neighbors were away for the weekend. His hands landed on her shoulders. Her felt the straps under his palms as he slid them down her arms. She was smiling so beautifully that he just had to stop and kiss her again. He pulled her closer to him and moved his arms to under her armpits. His hands found the upper edge of her dress and slowly pulled it down. She was breathing more heavily now, just like him. He kissed her neck and hugged her, all the while sliding her dress down. Her arms were hanging limply by her sides, letting him work. He sucked on the skin just above her collarbone. The dress was now halfway off. Her breasts were free and pressed against his chest. He sucked harder, making her moan. Her hands flew to his head, urging him on, making him scrap the skin with his teeth. She grunted but didn’t back away. He let the fabric fall from his hands and drop on the floor. He hugged her as she rested her hands on his head and shoulders. He let her go, pushing her on her bed. She giggled when she landed on the bouncy mattress. Her hair was fanned out beneath her and looked striking. He put one of the condoms on and put the rest on the floor beside her bed. She spread her legs when he climbed on top of her. He smiled and suddenly felt giddy. This was their first date and they were already having sex. Other guys would have been thrilled but not Dave. He was just marveling at his luck. He had found the right girl. Or the right girl had found him, depended on how you looked at the situation. He slid inside her missionary style and sunk in until his balls were resting on her asshole. She moaned slightly then drew him closer and kissed him. She put her arms around him and wrapped her legs around his waist. They were still kissing when he started moving. He was slowly, rhythmically popping in and out of her. Her kiss was interrupted by a moan and he pulled his head up, watching her face contort with forbidden pleasure. He pumped in and out slowly. She was holding on to him like a lifejacket in a bucketing sea. Her moans were soft and gentle. He continued his slow work and watched her face contort again as he suddenly thrust all of himself inside her. He pulled out and thrust again. He repeated this maneuver several times, each time eliciting a jerking moan form his lover each time. He called it preheating the oven. And right, the oven was boiling hot, he could feel it through the thin rubbery material covering him. He picked up his pace, thrusting and grinding himself into her faster. She held him more tightly. They must have looked like a pair of monkeys in heat, each one grunting and moaning as loudly as the other and making the bed rattle. He neared his climax when he suddenly popped out of her and rubbed the tip around her sweet pussy. He heard her disappointed moan and slid in again, as slowly as before. She tried to buck her hips against him but he only stopped moving until she recessed. He was going to make her mad with desire before he made her –and himself- come like a fire hose. He tried the Sets Of Nine. He made one deep thrust then eight shallow thrusts –only the dickhead inside, then retreat. Two deep, seven shallow. Three deep, six shallow. Four deep, five shallow. He continued this pattern until he made nine slow thrusts inside her. He was surprised at her resilience. She hadn’t had an orgasm yet. He decided to abandon all foreplay and plunged inside her, using all his speed. She started moaning and grunting louder. She racked his back with her nails, something he found incredibly arousing. Her legs were almost painfully holding him to her. He thrust still harder, making her move along the sheets. The headboard banged loudly against the walls with each animalistic push he gave. He started to feel the familiar sensation in his loins that predicted his climax. He felt her walls become impossibly hot then suddenly she was half-moaning, half-crying. He managed to hold for a little longer. It would be ungentlemanly to cum before she did. He felt the hot nectar from her fruit drip on his legs and cock. It was running down her legs like water from a breaking dam. This was, after all, her first orgasm tonight. She shuddered once, twice, thrice. She held him tightly all the while and he never stopped moving, approaching his own ejaculation. He emptied himself inside the condom with a grunt and a thrust. He pressed himself inside her, feeling his fluid fill the sheath. She was calming down, sweating and kissing his neck. He pulled out of her and rolled on his back. He took the used sheath and dropped it in a wastebasket. He turned to her smiling face and kissed. They lay face-to-face, kissing and recuperating from their first eruption of the night. He stroked her breasts and hair, marveling at their soft texture. She kissed him again and laughed a girlish laugh. He passed his hand through her hair, fanning it behind her. She leaned towards him and kissed his neck. Her arms slid around him and held him still while she sucked on his neck like a vampire, just like he had a moment ago. He closed his eyes and moaned. She continued this little thing until he felt a strange sensation. He was getting a bit dizzy. She bit his skin, drawing some blood and a grunt. She sucked his blood like a, uh, vampire? No, leech. Yes, she sucked his blood like a leech. It was delicious. He held her head against his neck, trying to figure out where she found her ideas. She pulled back and kissed him. Their lips were burning for each other and for a while they just kissed like a pair of lovers. Their tongues danced in their mouths. They held each other like there was no tomorrow. He caressed her hair and she squeezed his butt. They broke the kiss and laughed together like lovesick puppies. He glanced at his watch. He never took it off, even when they were making love. They had fucked for about thirty minutes and had kissed for approximately ten minutes. It was time to start again. He was rising to the occasion, so to speak. * * * Gwen smiled and fitted him with another condom. She made him lay still on his back and lifted herself up, supporting herself on her knees. She took his hands in hers and placed them on her breasts. He immediately began to fondle them. She straddled him and took his dick in her hands. It was once again hard and warm. She lifted herself up, positioning the tip at her entrance. She rubbed the head against her clit and her lips. She smiled as she looked at him. He was still petting her chest, like a kid who had gotten his Christmas gift early. She placed the head inside her, moaning softly. “Incoming,” she said. “Target acquired.” She plopped down on him. He grunted as experienced a sudden warmth as her pussy engulfed him. He massaged her mounds a little more pressingly. She lifted herself again, leaving the head inside her, then slowly slid down again. Her hands were resting on his strong chest. He was enjoying it. She was taking control, showing him that she too could bring him untold pleasure. She continued her scheme. He was now moaning softly, telling her how good she was. She smiled as she lifted herself up another time. She let her hands drift to her calves. She slowly stroked them as she lowered herself onto him. Her fingernails scrapping her skin excited her even more than the sight of the body beneath her. She was using only her thighs and knees for movement, rocking up and down every few seconds. Dave’s hands were making her breasts hard with satisfaction. He was gently tweaking them, pinching the nipples and massaging them delicately. He was so good. The best she would ever experienced, she decided. No, not the best. The most patient and delicate. Her first lover. Yes, the first lover always had a special something that no one else could give. Was it the patience, the silent need, the pleasure he brought her, the knowledge of her body, his emotional closeness to her? She pondered this question as she slowly lowered her body. She moaned softly, a long drawn-out moan that filled the quiet room. She began to pick up speed, lifting herself and plopping down more forcefully. She grunted and moaned every time she felt his penis penetrate her. Dave had slid his hands to her waist. He was holding it, helping her in her movements. He began to thrust a little when she lowered herself. She was bordering her climax. She placed her hands on his chest once again and pressed her hands into his flesh, making her nails dig into his bosoms. She was now frantically thrusting up and down on his shaft. Her grunting had turned to a constant moan as Dave thrust into her on his own accord, holding her waist softly yet firmly in his grasp. She felt her face grow hotter. In fact, she felt her whole body grow hotter, particularly her pussy. She thrust down one final time and ground herself into his pelvis as he tried to thrust as well, in vain. He settled for grinding into her as her juices flooded her fruit. She was erect over his body, almost perpendicular. She threw back her head and moaned loudly, as she came. She passed her hands in her hair, fanning in behind her. Dave’s hands were holding her pussy clamped onto his penis as he too climaxed. He had closed his eyes, his mouth open in a silent moan. She felt some of her secretion flow down her thighs and onto the bed sheet. She would have to clean it before her parents showed up. She finally lifted herself off him and felt the remaining juice inside her flow out of her body. She was feeling tired. Her chest was heaving, her breasts gently swaying each time she breathed. She was spent for the moment. Dave, apparently, was not. She watched as he ripped the condom off himself and crawled to her legs. He kissed her big toes, then proceeded up her left leg, kissing her flesh made hot by their exertion. She was patiently waiting for him o arrive at his destination. It was always worth the wait. Dave’s mouth was now a mere inch from her fruit. She new it was enticing. So appealing, with its puffed out, red lips, its sweet nectar and its arousing smell. He couldn’t take it any longer as he dived for her without any foreplay. Gwen laughed as he attacked her with a passion. She enjoyed being eaten out, even after a strenuous session. She let herself drift away as her lover gave her so much pleasure. He was licking her clit, rubbing her walls with his fingers, sending jolts to her brain. She did not know how long she would last, but it probably wasn’t going to be long, judging by the waves of contentment washing over her as his tongue danced an intricate ballet on her flesh. He felt the familiar heat surge. She welcomed it, embraced it like a long-lost friend. It was drawing nearer with each lick of his tongue, with each thrust of his finger, with each excruciatingly good second. She grabbed his head and held it in place as she played with his tousled hair. His tongue was frenzied now. He had sensed her change. He was pressing his head more deeply into her. She smiled slowly, opening her mouth a little in preparation for the orgasm to come. She couldn’t control her body when it hit home, though. She suddenly clenched her teeth and hissed as her sweet nectar rushed outside to meet the hungry mouth waiting for it. She opened her mouth in a scream but no sound came out. She arched her back, thrust her head into her pillow and buried Dave’s head into her pussy. She felt him lapping every drop of fluid coming out of her. It was good. It was extraordinarily good. She finally gasped as a second wave flooded Dave’s mouth. She was still trying to catch her breath while enjoying her release when a third orgasm rocked her. This time, she did scream. It was a low scream that her next-door neighbors probably wouldn’t hear but one that anyone outside her room or in the living room would have heard. She was already losing hold on her consciousness when Dave’s face came into focus. Her vision was a bit blurry but she could still grab his head and kiss him passionately. She tasted herself in him. She tongued his mouth with great satisfaction. He was holding her still, his semi-erect cock between her legs. She felt her mind freeze even as he renewed the kiss. * * * Dave smiled as Gwen drifted off. She was probably recuperating. She had just had a triple orgasm. He didn’t know he was that good. Those Tantra books were really great! Next, he’d buy a manual. He kissed her sleeping face as he lay by her side, watching her nose as she breathed. Watching her twin mounds of soft flesh rise gently. He loved watching her when she was sleeping, not just when she was naked. No, correct that: he just loved watching her. She was so beautiful. It sounded corny, but she was more beautiful each passing second. He longed for her arousal so that they could resume their delicate lovemaking. He loved her with all his heart and could wait a few minutes; he was not as impatient as all his other friends. He knew she would come around soon enough. He kissed the tip of her nose gently, trying not to wake her up. He put his arms around her and waited until he finally felt a squeeze. Gwen looked at him with a smile and those haunting hazel eyes. So beautiful. He kissed her long and deep. She reached for another condom, put it on him and positioned him over her. Just like the first time, he slowly started sliding in until he just thrust inside her. She wrapped herself around him like a snake. He thrust harder as she clung onto him. He thrust and thrust, feeling his loins swell. It was going to take some time but he kept his break-neck pace. Gwen moaned loudly with each thrust, just as he grunted every time he met her flesh. Dave was no longer the careful and soft lover Gwen had experienced only moments ago, but a wild rutting animal. He plunged in and out of her so fast, his cock was almost a blur. He held her against him more tightly. She tightened her legs all the more. This was so fucking good! He fought to regain control of his frenzied body but failed. He gave in fully to his basic instincts as he threw himself into again and again and again until he rocking the bed back and forth. The rattle and the squeaking turned him on extraordinarily well. Gwen was moaning non-stop. With every thrust, her voice would raise and moan would be louder. She had closed her eyes and was screwing her face up, as if experiencing intense pain. Dave understood her. The pleasure was so good, it hurt. It hurt to let it go, to know it could be over in another ten minutes. It hurt to get off her hot body, drenched in sweat but still the most attractive one he had ever seen. The though stirred him to greater heights. He moved even faster, making the headboard bang the wall again. Dave bear-hugged her as he ground himself inside her. He felt his balls stir, boil, swell, do just about anything before his seed rushed inside his shaft and erupted out against the condom. Good thing he had thought to bring condoms with him. He didn’t want to ruin the relationship with a baby, but he knew he was going to go bankrupt if he kept buying sheaths like crazy. His semen, his fluid, his very soul seemed to pour out of him and into her. She held him and lay trembling beneath him. She was shaking like mad and was moaning with each wave that gushed out of her. She cummed once while he was holding her, then a second time as his fluid receded its flow and finally a third time as he was kissing her. She was moaning as he kissed her lower lip. Her back was arched to the maximum as she desperately pressed her body into his. Her head was thrown back and was driving her pillow into her mattress. She couldn’t seem to stop gushing. Dave mustered enough energy to start thrusting again, despite his limping penis. He tried his best to get her another orgasm. He didn’t fail. Gwen fairly screamed as her body was ripped by another killer wave of delight. The scream died down as her voice’s pitch heightened until he could not hear it anymore. Her mouthed hanged open in that silent scream as he sucked on her lower lip. She finally calmed down and relaxed in his arms. Her body went limp as all her energy deserted her. She slumped beneath him and closed her eyes. Dave got off her, took his condom off and it joined its comrades on the floor. He went to the bathroom and showered. He was sure the Mitchels would not complain. He put his boxers on and scooped the used –and sticky- sheaths in a wastebasket. He carefully took her dress off the floor and laid it on a chair. He cleaned the room as best he could before the parents came back. They seemed to be a bit late. Dave hurried and collected Gwen in his strong arms. He carried her to the bathroom, slipped out of his boxers and cleaned her. Her pussy was puffed out and an angry-looking red. He had been a little too enthusiastic it seemed. He washed her hair carefully, something he had always fantasized about. He dried her sweet body and her silky hair, then carried her back to her room. He rummaged in her closet and found her pajamas. He quickly dressed her and put her in her bed. He had changed the sheets and sprayed some perfume in the room to cover their activities. He slid next to her and kissed her neck. He kissed her collarbone and moved to her delicious lips. He lay there in his boxers kissing her until her lips were puffy and his own were sore. He slid his hand under her top and began to fondle her breasts when he heard the front door open. He snapped out of his romantic reverie in an instant and his eyes darted around the room in search of his clothes. He spotted his slacks and pulled them on hurriedly. His yellow T-shirt was lying near her bed. He put it on, nearly tearing it in half and stuffed the remaining three condoms inside his back pocket. He heard someone walk up the stairs and frantically looked for an escape. The window! his mind screamed. He opened it as noiselessly as he could and started to get out. His feet barely fit on the small windowsill. He grabbed the edge and gingerly lowered himself until he was hanging by his hands. He moved his feet a little to prevent blood accumulation. Landing was more painful if he remained motionless, he had learned the hard way. He let go and dropped four feet before his soles touched solid ground. He plopped down with a grunt, the noise having thankfully been absorbed by his Nikes and the soft earth and grass. He got to his wobbly feet and sneaked to his car. He lifted the handbrake and slowly pushed his car until it was half a block from the Mitchels’ house. He got in, started it and drove home, heart still pounding from the excitement. * * * Gwen woke up feeling wonderful. She checked her alarm clock. 9:38. She smiled serenely, thinking of her previous night. She was surprised to be in her pajamas. The last thing she remembered was passing out from the pleasure after that, zilch. Dave had been courteous enough to clean the room, change the sheet and dress her. He had even showered her, judging from her hair’s lemony scent. She smiled again. Dave had not fled like a thief after making passionate love to her three times in this room. Her door creaked open and she saw her elder sister walk in, her hands behind her back. She closed he door and leaned against the wall. She was smiling too, but a knowing and potentially evil smile. “Wake up, lazybones.” “I am awake.” “So, had a fun night?” She put emphasis on the “fun”. Gwen shrugged. “It was just a date, you know. Nothing special except the lips.” She smiled when she recalled what her date could do with his lips. Kate grinned mischievously as she took in what her sister said. “I found you snoring like a baby when we came back. Are you sure, there was nothing else?” “No.” Innocence. Pure innocence. Think pure innocence. I have done nothing wrong, except have goddamn awesome sex with my date on this very bed. “Then what’s this?” Kate said, producing Dave’s small black shirt from behind her back with her right hand. Gwen blushed crimson and started to giggle like a maddened schoolgirl. “And this,” Kate added, withdrawing her left hand from her pocket. It was clutching a small, blue, wrinkled condom. Gwen buried her face in her blankets and tried to stifle her absurd need to laugh. She came up for air and watched her sister as she gave her a knowing grin. “How was it?” Kate finally asked. “No, wait, lemme guess.” She screwed her face in mock concentration then tossed, “Uh, great? No, perfect. That’s it, isn’t it?” Gwen thought for a moment then shook her head. “More than perfect.” A huge grin split her face. “Way better than perfect.”

d stomache. I got down to my member and began to rub it with the soap. I continued to wash my self as normal and got to my shampoo. I put some in my hand and started to put it into my hair. All of a sudden I feel cold air but I cant open my eyes because of the shampoo. I finish my shower and turn off the water and open my curtain to see my mother standing in front of me just looking at me.

I jumped and tried to close the cutrin as fast as I could but she held it open. I couldnt say anything. I moved my hands over my member and she just smiled and laughed at me and walked slowly into my room. I didnt know what to do. My mother sat down on my bed and just watched me.

I grabed a towel and put it around me as I walked out to my room. I finaly got out words... " What are you doing in here?" I asked. She just smiled at me and said "Sit down William." I stood there for a second then listened to her. I still had no idea what was going on. She put her hand on my leg and looked into my eyes. She then spoke again. "I just wanted to see how you where doing. We never get to talk anymore."

I felt my cock start to get hard. I started to think to my self, "This is my mom... What am I doing?" Now my mom wasnt just like any normal mother. She was about 5' 9" blond hair, blue eyes, about 170lb's, had very big breasts, which when she wears her nighty you can see her large dark nipples.

She slowly moved her hand higher up my leg and I looked down at her hand then looked at my cock which you could see pushing out in the towel. She also looked down and noticed it as well. She looked at me again and said, "Looks like you have grown since the last time I changed you when you where just a baby." as she laughed. She then moved her hand higher untill she started to rub the mushroom head of my penis.

My cock sprung when she did this. I wanted to stop her but it felt so good. I started to moan softly and she could tell I was enjoying it. She told me to lay down on my bed and I did. She pulled my towel off and my hard member sprung up. Her eyes got very big as she looked at my cock. I was large for a 17 year old with a almost 8" long and 2" thick cock.

She reached down and started to stroke my member. Going as fast as she could right away. I swung my head back and continued to moan. I couldnt believe what was happening. My own mom was giving me the best hand job I have ever had. I start to feel my balls filling with cum.

I whisper to her, "I'm getting close..." she then stops and lowers her head down to pulseing cock. She ran her tounge up and down my cock then popped the head into her mouth. I started to play with her hair as she continued to suck my cock hard.

After about 6 minutes of this I couldnt hold back any longer. I yelled "Im cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuming Oooh Mmmmmmmy gooooooooooood!!!!!!" As I said that Load after Load filled my mothers mouth and she swallowed each drop. She continued to suck me till I was dry. She looked up at me and said. "So... How was that?" I just looked down trying to catch my breath and said, "You are amazing!"

Now I wanted to repay her for what she has done so I tell her, "Its my turn now..." She looks at me and smiles. We both stand up and I slowly pull her shirt off. Reveling her large breast in her black bra. They looked like they where ready to break out and I wanted to help them. I started to rub her tits with my hands and she softly moaned. I reached around her and uncliped her bra and let it fall to the ground. I took a minute to take in the beautiful sight of her full perky breats. I grabed one in my hand and lowered my mouth to it. I licked around the nipple and slowly sucked on it making it peak like a moutain.

My cock getting hard once again was rubbing against her belly button. I reached down for her skirt she was wearing and pulled it down. She was not wearing any panties and I almost went crazy. I told to lay down on my bed and she did. I looked at her clean shaven pussy dripping with her juices. I got on my knees at the end of the bed and leaned in. The smell intoxicated me. I wanted more. I started to kiss her inner leg working my way up to her waiting pussy. I continued to tease her as I licked around her puffy lips. She started to moan softly and wiggled around alittle. I reached up with one hand and squeeze left nipple.

She started to moan louder as suck on her clit and softly pinch her hard nipple. I then slide my tounge deep into her wetness. I continue to eat my own mom out. She then starts to yell, "Eat my pussy you mother fuck!! Im about to cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuum!!" As she said this a rush of her juices covered my face. I couldnt get enough of it. It tasted so good.

She then said "I need your cock in me! Fuck me now!" Without thinking I got on the bed with her and lifted her legs up. And guilded my cock to her dripping pussy. The head of my member rubbed against her lips as she moaned. I slip slowly into her. She was still very tight for me and I had to go slow at first. After my cock was covered in her juiced it slide very well. I started to speed up and slammed hard into her. She then started to do the same, meeting my cock with her pussy. I grunted some as I continued to fuck my mothers pussy. I started to yell "Fuckkkkk yes! OH Goood!" She was also yelling "Fuck me good!!! Fuck Fuuck Fuuuuck!!" Moans and yelling filled my room quickly as I continued to ram my cock into her.

I started to feel my cum building up and she could tell. I started to pump even faster and Release my load into her pussy making her cum as well. I slowly pulled my shrinky member out of her pussy as a flood of cum and juices dripped out of her pussy. I layed down next to her. Both of us naked and sweating. We fell asleep togather and the next normaly I woke up and just watched her sleep...

If you enjoyed this I might continue it.

my job was easy; all I had to do was come in for a few hours and take care of the money and head home.

Early on, my mother took it on herself to finish the basement because she had experience with home improvements. She single handedly prevented our old house from falling apart. She had always admitted to being a bit of a tomboy. But looking at her you couldn't tell. My mother, who went by the name Hanh, was thirty-six but she looked twenty-six. She is second generation Chinese, which meant that she was born and brought up in the US. Hanh had always been trim due to her running around in the restaurant keeping it under control. She had shoulder-length black hair that always seemed to shine. That was my opinion. But my friends had a different view; they often said that she was better looking then some import models.

I can't deny not thinking of my mother sexually. But it never lasted more than a moments thought before it disappears. Growing up with her, I had usually gotten hard seeing her walking around the house in t-shirts that just touched the bottom of her bum. I was fortunate to have a mother who believed being sexy is only when someone is naked. But what got me every time, was when we would go swimming together at the community center several blocks away. I would wear my suit under my cloths, but Hanh just wears her suit and brings a towel and we walk there and back. Mom was always a fan of the two-piece and had ever design that it came in. As a joke I even asked her if she would wear a thong bottom, but that was short lived. Just two blocks from our home we ran into some trouble with a policeman for my mom's attire.

Mom gets a lot of attention walking there in her outfits. But mom thinks it’s because she is pretty. Sometimes I wanted to set her straight, she has to know that it is how she dresses that getting the attention and not her face. But at the same time I get hard watching her walk in her revealing attires. Finally one day I told her the effect of showing off so much had on other people. Mom never really took that to heart but she was a bit more cautious of what she wears.

My mom had spent the first week applying the drywall to the basement on her own. She was dressed in her raggy black sweat pants and a tight fitting white t-shirt that showed quite a bit of her stomach when her arms were over her head. During that week she was trying to apply the finishing compound to the wall and didn't read the instructions carefully. She didn't add enough moisture to the mixture, which gave her an impossible time flatting it out. My mom would struggle to sand the tough drywall only to find the room full of dust that was thicker than fog. At the end of each day she had would be completely covered in white particles. She was washing her clothes ever night. That was when she came up with a solution. My mom decided that she could just wear her swimsuit. After she had finished sanding she could just shower with it on and it would be clean for use the next day.

A few days later I came to the kitchen to see my mom finishing up our breakfest on the stove.

"Did you see the basement yet hun?" Hanh asked.

"Nope, I wouldn't expect you have done much mom"

"What are you talking about, the drywall is completely done and all that is left is to paint the walls and get the carpet guy in here" Hanh relied with haste.

"Mom I am sorry I couldn't help with anything. But if you need any help just call me"

My mom looked at me with a strange look.

"You know mom, I don’t want to rob you of your accomplishment. You are almost done and it would suck if I came in to help you finish what little you have left to do."

Hanh answered with a smile, "Well I guess you can help me paint the walls, we can split up and take different rooms."

"Sure I'll be there right after school"



After school I and two friends were playing basketball. I was thinking of getting some able bodies to help me paint my basement with me, and who better than my two good friends Alim, Jason and Anthony. Jason was a Native American who I had been friends with the previous year in my automotive class. Alim was an Indian guy I knew since elementary school. He was always a bit overweight but was always full of jokes.

"Dudes! I need your help today, you guys free?"

"I'm afraid not", smirked Alim, "nah I am joking, yeah I am free"

"I have nothing to do, why want to go do something else?" Jason asked.

"Well I need to paint my basement and I need help, you guys up to it?

Jason answered "Really man? I don't know I am hella tired"

"Oh come on, I still have a cheese cake I didn't eat yet. Just help a bit and you guys can have all you want!"

"Whatever I'd help you anyways man" Alim said.



My mom had gotten to work early priming the walls and finished 2 hours earlier. My mom wore her only white swimsuit which was the one with the thong bottoms, to match the primer so that it wouldn't cause too much damage if it dried on her swimsuit. She was taking a nap waiting for the primer to dry.

My mom heard the door open and called up to me. "You’re an hour late hun, did you forget about helping me today?"

"Sorry mom, I was just getting Alim and Jason to help us paint, so we can finish faster."

My mom was never shy about how she dressed but these were just 16 year olds. She didn't want to make any of them feel uncomfortable so she walked over quickly to the dryer and opened it up. But there was nothing in there. She then opened the washer and could only see one of her bed time shirts that was just to the top of her thighs. But it was still soaking wet. She heard footstep coming down the steps so she quickly gave it a squeeze and quickly threw it over her head just before the basement door opened.

"Hi mom, this is Jason and Alim, they don’t mind helping us paint today."

Hanh answered, "Hi boys, thanks for coming I need all the hands I can get."

Alim and Jason eyed my mom up and down, each having an almost unobstructed view of her body through her wet shirt. Alim nudged Jason when my mom turned around to sort the tools out, they could see the outline of her thong and her heart shaped butt.

"Its no problem miss, we want to help any way we can" Jason replied uneasily.

My mom excused herself into the other room to get more paint. All the while I couldn't hear enough of my friend's remarks.

"Why didn't you say your mom was going to be here too, I wouldn't turn that down for anything" Alim laughed.

Jason wanted some words in too, "Man your mom is hotter than the last time I saw her, this is way better than when she came to school in her short shorts"

"Yeah I know she is really hot isn't she"

"Are you kidding, I would die to have her pretty face going up and down on my dick" Jason replied. Licking his lips.

"Damn that’s enough; she is still my mom guys."

"If I had a mom like yours I would be home every night giving it to her."

We laughed in response to the comment.


"What's so funny boys?" my mom asked as she walked back from the other room with two buckets of paint in her hands.

"Uh nothing mom, just talking about something funny that happened today at school"

Hanh turned her back to us and began to pry open the cans of paint, which gave us another long opportunity to study her body. The color of her skin came right through the soaked shirt that she wore. Our eyes were drawn down to  the little bit of skin that couldn't be contained with her kneeling on her knees. The shirt had ridden up to the middle of her ass.

My friends and I looked at each other and I saw them both grin at each other. I wanted to tell my mom to pull her shirt down. But I was really turned on. I also wanted my friends get their kicks.

Mom turned around and had the cutest smile on her face trying not to show her distress of being unable to open the can. After some more effort it pops open.

She dips a stick in and shows us the color and then points to the wall, "So guys, what do you think about this color on this wall?"

As my mom points to the wall her shirt rides up even higher and clings to her.

"I like it a lot mom, the earth color goes well with the lighting."

"You have good taste missy" Alim added.

"I guess I never told you my mom's name right? just call her Hanh or Miss H."

"Alright I'll call her Hun" replied Jason with a devilish smirk.

"You boys should call me Ms. H."

We all laughed at her sarcastic tone. But my friends decided to call her Ms. H.

We had more good opportunities to see my mom’s body as she poured paint into the paint trays. We all took up brushes and started to paint the walls. I and Jason took a wall and Alim and my mom took another. After awhile I got tired and turned around to see Alim checking out my mom as she reached up high causing her shirt to rise. I just shook my head and chuckled. I found it hilarious that my friends were taking peeks at my own mother.

Alim was up on the shaky ladder that my mom used. It looked very fragile as it shook every time Alim shifted his weight from one side to another. It caused Alim to paint the edge where the ceiling meets the wall in an unbalanced manner. And as we all guess it, Alim caused a scene when he stepped on a weak step and fell off the ladder. When he fell, Alim took out all the middle steps with him. We were all laughing and disregarding his own safety. Even my mom broke out laughing before she knelt over him to see if he was ok.

"Alim are you alright hunny? Asked my mom who still was giggling under her breath.

"Yeah I am alright, just my pride is broken that’s all." Alim sorely replied.

My mom looked up to the ceiling, "How are we going to finish the edges with out the ladder?"

"Ha-ha... since Alim broke the ladder; he should bend over and let us stand on his back." Jason remarked.

My mom's face lit up, "I have an idea, I am the lightest one here, you guy can hold me up there so I can finish it up."

We all looked at each other and I could tell they had some sexual thought about my mother. But she was very innocent; she really didn't even have a clue about her being anything close to a sexual object for the boys.

"Alim bend down a bit and let me climb on your shoulders" Hanh requested.

Alim as horny as he was still was unsure what to do. But after strange looks at me and Jason, Alim bent his right knee to the ground. My mother than put one leg over his shoulder and held on Alim's head for support as she swung her other leg over. My mom told him to get up. He slowly got up and stood straight. Quickly Jason and I came up to help Alim get his footing. But as my mom struggled to balance herself, the bottom of her shirt came down over his head and the wet shirt soaked his face. He was really losing his balance and it took both Jason and I a lot of effort to get him still. My mom quickly got off of him and stood there with an obvious expression of frustration on her pretty face.

Hanh spoke out with a bit of anger, "Sorry, my shirt got in the way. I am just going to get rid of it."

To our surprise and enjoyment, my mother crossed her hands over and pulled the bottom of her shirt up over her body. But it wasn't easy, the soaked fabric clung to her body and she couldn't get it past her supple breasts. She struggled a bit and decided to bounce a bit to get it past her arm pit. Her bikini top looked great on my mother. It provided a bit of a lift as well as rounded her cleavage. Finally after a bit of bouncing it slipped over her head. My mom pulled her hair back over her shoulders as we stared at her gorgeous body. Her figure glowed from her natural golden skin color with the help of the lighting.

"You don’t mind right?" was the next thing that came out of her mouth.

We were in awe. We were in a basement with a practically nude woman who is gorgeous, and the fact that barely registered was that she is my mother. Now I couldn't stop my friends from getting an eyeful if I wanted to. But of course I didn't want to.

My mom opened her eyes and started flicking the water off her body with her hands, "This is better, now Alim bend over again and let me get on."

"Yyy esss Ms.H!" Alim too fluttered to respond.

Alim bent over and again my mom swung one leg over at time and got on Alim's shoulder with his head between her toned thighs. Alim put his hands over her thigh holding her tight and stood up. Alim couldn't stop grinning at us, and I was kind of jealous of him. I passed her a paint brush and told Alim to move close to the wall.

Me and Jason had a great view of her thong clad body. Jason got closer and held my mom's waist to keep her balance but it only caused her to squirm.

"Jason, don't hold me there, it tickles. Hold me lower." Hanh instructed.

Jason took both hands and reached for her cheeks. I just stood there feeling a bit awe struck as I observe my friend carry around my mother and another grabbing her ass.

Hanh noticed a strange sensation on the inside of her thighs. She felt Alim breathing on her. But ignored it as she continued on painting. The heat on her thigh turned into cold bursts of air which sent an uncomfortable tingle down her spine. Hanh looked between her legs and noticed that Alim was blowing on her thigh. Hanh pondered why he was doing that. But with her thigh a bit wet, and the continual gust of air on her. It was almost unbearable. But she didn't want to show discomfort. She took it as boys being boys. She just tried desperately to continue painting. Then suddenly she felt a warm wet sensation stroke her thigh which made her gasp and shutter. She looked down and saw Alim’s tongue slide across her thigh.

"Alim what are you doing, that’s very ticklish." Hanh whimpered.

"He he just trying to make you screw up and it looks like it worked" Alim replied.

Looking up we saw that there was a streak of paint on the sealing. My mom frowned down at Alim.

"You know the more you make me screw up, the longer you have to carry me like this." Hanh glared.

"Ok ok, Ms.H" Alim turned around and winked at us, "You are pretty heavy I don't think I can hold you on my shoulders for too long."

We all knew that he was being sarcastic.

Hanh replied curiously, "I am only 122 pounds, even for a sixteen your old like yourself should be no problem."

Alim continued to tease my mom with a bit more licking. But she just completely ignored it. But that didn't stop Alim from continuing.
Even Jason came in with a bit of licking himself. He would glide his tongue up the crease of her thong. She just giggled and told him to quit it. I wasn't sure if mom was playing along or was infact, completely innocent and didn't connect the licking to sexual play.

With one room left to finish, we became more playful. Alim started by skimming his hand in some green paint and pressing his on the back of my mom's thigh. She flicked some paint back at Alim and we all busted out dabbing each other with paint. My mom was the main target of course. As painting each other as an excuse. The others and I got a bit of groping in with my mom. She only responded once by flicking paint back at us. But quickly continued painting the wall. Alim and Jason continued to dab paint on my mom as she giggled and continued.

By the end of the painting me and my friends had only sprinkles of paint on ourselves but my mom had hand prints everywhere on her body. I was feeling pretty thirsty after all the games and I was sure my friends were too. I ran upstairs to get large glass of some premixed concentrated juices and ran back down. I handed my friends their glasses and sat down on the couch with mine. My friends joined me on the couch as we sipped our drinks. Mom came out of another room still covered in paint on her gorgeous body.

She looked at us with our drinks, "where's mine?"

"Sorry I thought you would get it yourself mom, my bad"

My mom replied and stood in front of me and bent  down and opened her mouth expressing that I let her sip out of mine.

"Mom just get your own, there still enough for another glass upstairs."

"Here Ms.H have some of mine." Alim had seen an opportunity.

Hanh thought to herself that it's not right to share drinks with other people other than family. But then she realized that there isn't any danger. She nodded her head and smiled at Alim. Every time she smiles, we just wanted to jump on her there and then.

She walked on her knees towards Alim and once again she had her infamous smile. Alim tipped his purple plastic cup and slowly my mom drank a bit from it. Alim always with the teasing. Tipped the glass even more causing a huge amount to creep out of the glass and over her face. My mom was in shock from the cold liquid flowing down her face and down her throat and over her chest causing her cleavage to shine with the sticky juice.

Hanh cried out "Omg, Its soo cold"

Alim laughed, "Sorry my hands were shaking, and I sort of twitched."

"Oh no its okays, its not like I am wearing anything that would stain anyways it looks like you don't have much juice left."

"Come here Ms.H I'll give you some" Jason quickly answered while staring at my mom's thong clad ass as she was on her hands and knees.

My mom turned to look over her shoulder to look at Jason, "Thanks hun you guys are soo sweet."

My mum turned her body around and started walking on her hands and knees towards Jason. The couch was shaped as an L and it took a few seconds for her to make it across to Jason. Her body was glistening in the juices that covered her as she slowly crawled. The juice had made it down to her thighs and she felt drops rolling between her legs.
The cement floor trailed with bits of juice which was making it hard for my mom to move so she took her time.

There was my mom on her knees with her pretty mouth open waiting for Jason to let her sip some juice. The glass came to her lips and she looked up at Jason making sure he didn't pour the drink over chest again. But from Jason's eyes it looked unbelievable. A gorgeous Chinese woman was drinking from his cup that was positioned between his legs. Her large adorable eyes looking straight into his. He was harder than he was when he was groping her ass.

When Jason noticed that my mom was slowing down, decided he also wanted to tease her, and he too tipped the glass pouring it all over her pretty face. This time she choked. She had swollowed the drink into her air pipe. She kept coughing and tried to say that she was alright, but a cough interrupted every word.

Jason kept trying to apologize but my mother kept smiling in between her coughs. Her left hand was on Jason's thigh for support and Jason just took the image in. After a few minutes my mom stopped coughing. She went back to being the cheerful person she was.

That was when I remembered the cheese cake and was about to get it when my mom interrupted me.

"Hun its okay, I'll get it"

She got up and went upstairs. She went to the backyard and hosed the paint off of her. She thought about getting some clothes on, but several things went through her head: she was dirty and she would have to wash the cloths tonight anyways, they had all seen her dressed like this for over three hours, and that if she changed they would think that she wasn't comfortable in front of them. Hanh decided just to grab the cheese cake from the fridge.

My mom made her way down the stairs and noticed that there was a mattress in front of the couch.

"Hey mom, we got a mattress out for you, didn't want you to get the couch dirty."

"Oh good thinking hunny,but I cleaned myself up. Well thanks I guess oh and I brought the cake!"

My mom made her way around the couch.Deciding to take the mattress anyway

"What flavor is it?" Jason asked.

My mom walked towards Jason "I don't know. Here do you like these fruits on it?"

My mom showed the cake which had strawberries and peaches on it.

"Oh I love those peach slices!" Alim shouted excitedly.

My mom turned around and started towards the center of the mattress, but the mattress was a bit softer than she expected and lost her footing. She fell backwards with the cake landing over her. Most slid down her body and rolled onto the cement floor. There was less then a handful left in different parts of her torso and chest.

"Mom don't move! or you will drop it all."

Fighting her urge to shake off the cake and get up. My mom eased herself into the mattress and waited for me to help her. I came towards her and saw a nice piece with a strawberry on it resting on the material of her thong and her inner thigh. Hanh felt the need to straighten her leg but I held her leg back.

"Let me get this piece first and you can move your leg mom"

I brought my face close to her right thigh and lowered my tongue. I slid my tongue over the thong material and caught the cake in my mouth but I continued to glide my tongue up to touch her bikini line. I felt my tongue getting a bit wetter and slowly inched it up her skin up to the beginning of her thigh. My friends could see my mom's face change from a playful smile too an open mouth expression of discomfort. I slowly pulled my face away and swallowed my food.

"The tiny bit of sweetness of your skin really adds to the flavor"

My mom slowly recovered from the stimulation. "Really, let me try"

My mom slid her finger over the top of her left breast and put her finger in her lips and slowly pulled it out. "I don't know it tastes the same to me."

Before me or my mom realized it, Alim had her left leg over his shoulder and his tongue slide up the thong crease between her butt and over her left cheek and up the back of her left thigh. Which cause my mom to send her head back in agony.

My mom panted and her heart started to race in her chest, "Alim, Omg don't do that." Mom urgently replied to his action.

"It’s gone; there was a trail of cream there."

Before my mom could reply, Alim went down for another long lick up her shapely thigh. Causing the exact same reaction. My mom pulled her head back and her face changed again. I was a bit concerned that this was getting a bit out of hand. Alim wasn't just going for cake; he was just going for the smooth skin under it.

Behind me, Jason's heart was racing at a mile a second. He watched as Alim wasn't being stopped as he was licking away at her most private areas. Jason had to make a move before my mom came back to her senses and put a stop to this sexual act. Jason slid of the couch and pulled my moms right leg straight in the air and lowered his tongue on her calves and slowly moving it down her legs. There was not a trace of cake on her leg but he was still slobbering over her. Soon both Jason and Alim’s heads were meeting each other. They both ran there tongues all over my moms butt and thighs. They soon took turns running their tongues up the crease of her thong.

All the while my mom had her eyes closed and her head slowly rocked from side to side. I was watching my friend's heads going up and down her legs. Alim started to move his tongue up and down her bikini line and slowly rested his tongue over the mound in her thong.

My mom was in total shock ever since the first long tongue lashing from Alim, she wasn't even in control of herself. When Alim had tongued her love mound, her face expressed pain; she let out a small whimper. I got really excited and started by caressing her belly button with my tongue. My mom raised her arms from beside her and lowered them over her head. There was no coming back for my mom. Her eyes never opened since Alim started. Even when I ran my tongue of the mounds over her chest. All that came from her was a whimpering sounds and a bit of head tossing. She was breathing very heavily, as we continued to lash her with our tongues. We enjoyed the mixed taste of cheese cake and juice on her delicious body. Though it felt like hours had passes it was only a total of nine minutes since this all started. Before I had finished licking of the cream on her heaving chest. Alim and Jason had decided to turn her over and get there tongues between her cheeks. I started to kiss my mom's shoulders and changed up by sinking my teeth deep into her skin. I felt as if I had to devour this gorgeous body before me.

I took another glance to see what my friends were up to. Jason was flicking his tongue between her toes. While, Alim had spread her legs and had pulled the material that went between her cheeks pulled out. He had his tongue rimming her in circles. My mom's whimpering got a bit loader as he did this.

Jason started to blow on the trails of salvia over her leg and feet. He too was biting at her skin. Our tongues covered much of her tight body. Jason instructed Alim to lift her up while he crawled under her. Alim lowered my moms mound over Jason's waiting mouth. My mom got on her elbows and continued to close her eyes. She was on knees and elbow taking a good wet lashing from my friends. I wanted something different. I wanted to kiss my mom. I moved in front of her and turned my head to the side. I pressed my lips to hers. I pressed harder until her lips spread; I slid my tongue into her mouth and caressed hers. My tongue moved around the roof of her mouth as I reached for her hair and stroked my fingers through it.

My friends had new urges to fulfill. Alim signaled Jason to move out from under her. Alim again pulled the thong material out from her ass and gave a long tongue lashing. Alim then pulled his pants down, which surprised Jason. Alim lined his dick up to my mom's warm groin. and without warning he slowly pressed in, diving into my mom. I was still kissing my mom and I opened my eyes to see her pretty face. Suddenly her eyes opened wide. And her breath left her body as her mouth was wide open. It was like she had awakened from a horrible dream. Alim had penetrated her with all his strength. I pulled my face from her and saw the pain in her face. I looked back at Alim; he held her hips close to him. He was in deep in her.

My mom pulled herself from Alim and rolled on her back. The light glistened over her saliva covered body. She slowly kicked herself backwards.

Panting my mom let herself drop on her back, "OMG what are we doing, you boys are only 16, I can't let this continue."

We can all see that my mom needed to catch her breath.

"Boys back off please, Jason, can you hand me your drink please?" My mom asked as her breasts heaved.

Jason reached over and grabbed his drink and handed it to my mom. She took a long drink until she finished it. We all sat there silently. My mom still breathing hard and fast. We studied her body from head to toe. She looked better than any porn actress that we have seen.

"We have to get this place cleaned up!" Hanh cried.

We didn't know how to react. We had spent a good quarter of an hour putting our faces in this gorgeous woman's most intimate areas. And she was too innocent to realize it before it was too late. But we listened to her. In our minds, we acknowledged that she was my mother before the fact that she was insanely hot.

As we cleaned up. We kept staring at mom as she was sorting out the paint supplies. She didn't have a bit of cake left on her. I licked my lips as I recalled kissing my mother; she is so pretty I thought to myself. Salvia was still all over her and she didn't run up and hose it all of. I was interrupted of my thoughts when I heard Alim and Jason whispering to each other. They walked right past me and came towards my mom. My mom had bent over a pile of unused drywall and didn't see them coming.

Jason and Alim crouched down and crept their tongues on her calves and started up her legs. My mom's upperbody shot back straight up but all she could do was push down hard on the dry wall to keep her knees from buckling.

My mom's eyes closed again and her jaw slowly lowered, "aahhhhhh...boys, please stop, it is..." before she could finish, Alim had gone back to his sweet spot. His tongue was between her ass. Jason pushed her left leg spreading them. He worked his tongue all over, retracing his steps.

That was when a fantasy I had since my friends first met my mom came to me. I wanted my mom to be shared with all my friends. I sneaked up stairs got on my computer and auto instant messaged all the guys I had on my list to come over for an awesome surprise. I ran to the door and left it open so that people wouldn't press the door bell when they arrived.

Within six minutes, eight kids showed up. ranging from 13 to 17.

I usually accepted any new friends online. I realized that I didn't really know them. They were just people from my school. But it didn't really matter who I would invite, I just wanted people to be as lucky as me and my two friends were today.

When I came down with my guests, I found my mom just where I had left her. She was bent over the pile of drywall receiving tongue lashings. I walked over to Jason and Alim and hushed them quietly to the side to watch her get some treatment from these kids.

I went around the pile of drywall and pressed my lips into my mom for another long kiss. As I kissed her I supported her across the room towards the mattress and placed her down on it. Alim came down and raise her leg and licked the length of it. He then signaled the six kids to come closer and get some of the same.

They started groping and licking her everywhere. But my kiss distracted my mother from realizing that there were many more tongues and hands on her.

Two kids pulled out there dicks and started to jack off. I just told them to get closer to her and rub it around her body. They were excited by the idea. The oldest one there who was a white rather overweight boy who I knew from my automotive class as well. He was a 17 and couldn't get a girl if his life depended on it. He stroked his dick between my mothers ass. Suddenly my mom realized that something was different when her whole body was being slobbered in tongues. She opened her eyes and saw past my head. She was horrified to find so many children doing such sexual things to her. She tried to get up but was overcome with agony when the 17 year old pulled her thong over her mound and put his tongue in as deep as he could into this incredibly hot and helpless woman. Voices could be heard upstairs. I ran up to greet four more kids. I recalled that there wasn't much room down there. I told them to wait a few minutes.

I came down and instructed Alim to help me carry my mother up the stairs. But I had more help then I needed. Two other kids took hold of her, and we carried her up the stairs. When we got to the family room, I realized there still wouldn't be much room up in my mom's room. I instructed the boys towards the family room floor.

My mom started to push kids away from her, but every time she did so, a mouth would move over her mound and suck their tongue deep in her. Wish was successful in making her submissive again.

At that moment I felt fatigue fall over me. After the long day of school and painting, as well as the unplanned entertainment of this afternoon. I was beat. I went looking for a camcorder and half an hour later the room seemed fuller than before. There were kids I never even seen before.

"Jason, who are these kids?"

Jason replied, "Some kids made calls to there friends and suddenly almost 20 kids came."

A 14 year old came up to me from the orgy and said, "You should have seen what happened earlier, we had this lady suck our dicks, the bitch could barely breathe." he spouted exitedly, "I heard that she is someone's mom, makes me so freaken hard thinking about it"

I was taken back by this little punk's remarks. But it also caught my interest. I came over to my mother the circle formed around my mother and I notice she was now topless. Another kid turns to me and smirks, "The hot bitch is sucking us again, this is my second time she has sucked me man!"

There was my mom, a beautiful woman who was covered in salvia and sweat. She was more than any sane man's wet dream. There were about 40 kids in my house taking turns with my mom's mouth and body. I was then really curious to what I had missed. Luckily Alim had nothing to hide.

"We all were just ravaging your mom with our tongues until some kid pops his dick in her mouth. Too many bodies were over her for her to resist. After that kid, half of us had a turn. The other half is waiting for theirs now."

"That fat kid over there was the first of them to fuck her,  we couldn't stop him and a few others, but since then we announced the rules, mouth, hands, and blowjobs only." Jason added.

I decided after this round of blowjobs from my mom, that everyone should leave. It took a lot of threats to clear the house but it was accomplished. My mom still in a sort of daze. She opened her eyes and looked up at us.

"I can't believe what happened to me today" my mom cried in front of us.

"When I feel all those tongues on me. Its like my body shuts down and all I can do is take it."

I felt a bit bad for my mother. She had gone beyond just innocent play. Her body had become the used by a group of kids less than half her age to fulfill their young dirty fantasies on a woman far out of their league.

I could see tears flowing down her cheeks. I promised her that this would never happen again and I really thought I kept that promise but Jason and Alim had other plans, but thats for another story.

His daddy had custody for a month in the summer. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do about his dirty little secret, but every night when I was trying to fall asleep, I couldn’t stop thinking about having him show me his dick, and wondering if I could get him to lick on my cooter. I played the rubbing game under the covers a lot while I thought about that.

The first afternoon at our house, Manny and I were in the den playing Trouble. He snapped the dice bubble and the dice rattled around. He moved his green cone-shaped man along the route on the game board. I was winning and he was getting annoyed. He kept sighing and slammed his pieces around. I had to reposition my pieces every time he knocked them over.

"Stop it.!" I finally said to him under my breath. "I know something bad that you did, and if you don’t knock it off, I’m gonna tell."

He froze. "What’re you talking about?"

I had a mysterious little look on my face as I popped the dice bubble and moved my red cone-shaped man into "home."

"You’re cheating!" he insisted again.

"No, I’m not." I said quietly. "I know what you said to Shirley. And I know that you know what I’m talking about."

He forced the bubble down until it popped, and he moved his pieces.

I guess he wasn’t going to talk about it.

"I know you asked if you could lick her cooter."

He glared at me and pounded the game board. The pieces went flying. He jumped up and ran into the bathroom. He slammed the door.

It had to be true!

I picked up the game pieces and folded the board to put it in the box. I put the box up on the shelf next to the TV.

I went over to the bathroom. I quietly knocked on the door. "Manny, let me in," I said. "I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house in." I tried to laugh.

He stayed in the bathroom with the door locked.

"If you let me in, I won’t tell your Mama."

The handle turned and the door swung open.

"So you did say it." I said. He was sitting on the floor in the corner with his hands covering his face. "I almost told Shirley she was wrong. That she had to be lying, that you would never say that, but I wanted to talk to you first."

He didn’t say anything.

"Manny, I wanna talk to you," I said, "but not in here. Don’t stay in here too long, or your daddy’s gonna think something’s up." I turned on my heel and walked out of the bathroom. "I’ll be up in the tree."

I climbed up the apple tree to my favorite reading spot. At the beginning of summer, Manny’s daddy wedged a triangle of plywood up in the tree so I could sit. I found a little nook where I stuck my paperback. I sat there in my hideout and tried to read. Truth was, I couldn’t focus on the page. Manny asked to lick Shirley’s cooter. I had an image in my head of Manny’s face, smeared with the juices of Shirley’s tight hole, and the fluttery ridges of her pussy lips. I thought of Shirley with her head back and her eyes closed as she bucked her hips up and down, making his tongue rub against her harder. Then faster. I wondered if he even knew that he could slide his finger up inside that hole. I wondered if he thought about sticking his dick inside that hole.

My own cooter started feeling funny. I wanted to throw my legs open and look down there and poke my own finger inside. I clamped my legs together. What was I thinking? I imagined Manny’s hair falling in his eyes as he sucked on my bump. I got off my plywood perch and straddled the branch of the apple tree. I liked the ridges of the branch clamped between my legs. I wanted to rock my hips back and forth like Shirley seemed to know how to do and rub against the hardness of the bark. I sat still, afraid to follow my thoughts into these wild places.

"What’d you want to talk about?"

I looked down and Manny was standing at the base of the tree.

"Come on up!" I tossed the rope ladder over the edge so he could climb up.

I moved over on the platform. There was room for both of us. Barely. I sat as close to the branch as I could. My heart was racing. Would I have the guts to say what I wanted to say?

He clamored up and sat down beside me. He’d never come up in the tree before. I’d never invited him. He swung his legs over the edge of the platform.

"This is cool." He looked out and could see into three other backyards besides ours. Sometimes the girl in the third yard came out and suntanned with her top off. I think she was a senior. I wondered what Manny would think if he could watch that.

I sat beside him. I was too chicken. "Well. I don’t really know what I want to talk to you about. I can’t believe you wanted to do that."

"It was a crazy thing to say. I didn’t think she would ever do it."

"Oh."

He stood up and sprung to grab a higher branch. He tried to climb higher in the tree. The branch started bending under his weight. There was a slight cracking sound.

"Watch out!" I said, "You can’t really go up any higher. Well not much."

He landed on the plywood beside me. He wouldn’t look me in the eye. "What did you want to talk about?"

"Well..." I laid awake in the dark of night and imagined this moment. Now I couldn’t imagine telling him my crazy thoughts. I didn’t have the nerve.

"I...I...I can’t really get the thought of it out of my head." I finally told him. "Not since I heard about it. You know what I mean?"

He stuffed his hands into his pockets.

"I kinda lay in bed at night, and...I just keep thinking about it." I stared at the page of my book, but I wasn’t seeing a word on the page. I couldn’t remember what the story was even about.

"So what’s that s’posed to mean?" he said. "What’s that have to do with me?"

"Well Manny, I was kinda thinking that we could have a deal. I mean, if you’re thinking about things like that, and I’m thinking about things like that...."

He turned to face me for the first time and I didn’t know how to read the look on his face. He stepped off the platform to the first rung of the ladder. He jumped down to the ground and ran off.

I didn’t know what to think. That wasn’t how I wanted our little talk to go. Was he going to tell his dad? I felt kind of cold, wondering what I would do if my mother found out what I said to him. I thought about what it would be like to spend the rest of the summer grounded in my room.

Oh, but he didn’t have any room to tattle. What I said to him wasn’t even close to being as dirty as what he said to Shirley. Or was it?

I sat in the tree and pretended to read my book. I was glad no one had X-ray eyes and could see the dirty thoughts that I was having. I covered my face with my hands and just lay back against the branch. What was going on with me?

 

Mama stepped out the back door at dinnertime and hollered for me to come into the house. I sat at the table and stared at my plate. Manny sat across from me. We didn’t look at each other. I passed my plate to Mama who spooned some mashed potatoes and gravy on it. It was all I could do pretend to eat. I mixed peas in the mashed potatoes and hoped no one would notice.

Manny didn’t say much either.

Mama and Manny’s dad didn’t notice. I guess they were mad at each other. Mama said that was never a bad thing. She said that she and Manny’s dad were still getting used to each other, and they were trying to work out "parameters." I didn’t know what that meant, but from what I could tell, it happened after Mama got mad at something Manny’s daddy said.

After dinner, I went to my room and no one bothered me.

I wondered if Manny and I were trying to work out "parameters."

It was three days before Manny and I found ourselves alone together. He still didn’t want to talk to me and I was trying to act like I didn’t notice. Pretend it didn’t happen and it will all go away.

Then we were sitting together in the back of the PT Cruiser and Mama got out of the car to mail something in the post office. She told us to wait in the car.

"So what did you want to do?" He spoke so quietly I wasn’t sure I’d heard him.

I looked at him. His head was down and I fought the urge to tell him that he needed to cut his hair.

I wanna see your dick!

"I don’t know," I admitted.

Chicken! What a chicken!

Then he spoke. "Let’s go up in the tree and play truth or dare. I think they’re going to a movie tonight."

One of the new things was that we were both thirteen and could be trusted to stay home alone.

I started picking at a spot on my jeans where the fabric was fraying. Pretty soon there was a tiny, little hole. For the first time in three days, I broke into a smile.

 

That evening, Manny swung up into the tree beside me. He was wearing purple shorts and a yellow Lakers’ jersey. I had been thinking of questions and things to dare him with for the whole afternoon. He just got done shooting hoop and his hair was sticking to the side of his face. Now that he was up here in my tree, I felt chicken again. What was I going to do?

"Shirley’s here," he said. "I guess your mom invited her to spend the night. So it’s not going to work out."

I nodded.

Then suddenly, he reached out and grabbed me and kissed my face. Well it was kind of a kiss. It was wet, and he missed my mouth. A hard peck on the side of my face.

Then he scrambled down off the ladder and disappeared.

I wiped the slobber off my face and looked at the glisten on my hand until it disappeared.

Then I ran into the house to find my friend.

 

After our parents left for the movie, Shirley and I were in the den watching MaryKate and Ashley. Manny came into the room.

"I heard you were talking about me." Manny looked Shirley straight in the eye.

Shirley pulled a blanket over her lap and started giggling.

I stared at the TV.

Manny came over and perched on the edge of the couch. Right next to me. We sat there for awhile. Nobody said a word. I had no idea the movie was over until the credits started rolling.

"Let’s go to Jennie’s room." Shirley said. "We can play Trouble."

"I’ll get you into trouble..." Manny teased.

Shirley giggled and ran down the hall ahead of him. I went into the kitchen to make a bag of popcorn. I couldn’t help but feel a little nervous. What if Manny wanted to mess around with Shirley and they made me hang out in my room? The microwave pinged. I took the steaming bag down the hall to my room.

"So...what you wanna do?" Manny asked.

"Play Trouble?" Shirley suggested.

Manny grabbed at her and pulled her to him on the bed.

"Save me, Jennie!" she yelped in a goofy voice.

I tumbled on the bed beside them. What if Manny really liked Shirley and didn’t want anything to do with me? Then I remembered the weird little kiss up in the apple tree.

Shirley was all giddy. She started to sing a nursery school song. "There’s three in the bed and the little one said, ‘I’m crowded. Roll over!’" and she screamed and rolled off the bed. Manny laughed and rolled off the bed, almost falling on top of her. I rolled and landed in the middle of a pile of their arms and legs. Shirley hugged me.

I kissed her on the lips.

She kissed me back. Then suddenly it was weird. She was kissing me too close, too intimately. It was like watching a kiss in the movies. Or like she was trying to make it look like they kissed in the movies..

"Ew! Gross!" Manny shouted and jumped away from us. "Two little lovers sitting in the tree...K-I-S-S-I-N-G..."

I pulled away awkwardly. I felt rumpled. Manny kissed me in the tree. Did that make him my lover? I pushed the hair out of my face.

"Manny wants to play Truth or Dare." I told Shirley.

"Kewl!" Shirley hopped up on the corner of the bed. "Who wants to go first?"

"I’ll go first." Manny said.

"Truth or Dare?" Shirley challenged.

"Truth," he said.

"Chicken..." she taunted.

"Oh I have a question." I piped up. I already knew the answer, but I wanted to ask it anyway.

"Go ahead," Manny said.

"Did you really tell Shirley that you wanted to lick her cooter?"

Shirley shrieked and covered her face with her hands.

Manny looked right at me, more bold than usual. "Yes," he said.

"Now it’s your turn."

We took turns, each of us picking Truth for the first few rounds. The rounds of Truth lasted almost until the popcorn was gone. I had to admit that I had stole Manny’s bike one time when it was missing. I did return it later, but at the time I wouldn’t tell him where it was.

Shirley told us that she thought about kissing her teacher last year in school.

Manny said his most embarrassing moment was when his mother caught him one time naked in the bathroom. He had such a strange look on his face when he said this that I wondered if there was more to the story, but couldn’t imagine what it could be. He must’ve been taking a dump or something.

Shirley was the first to pick Dare, and when she did, Manny smirked.

"I dare you to take off your shirt," he said.

Shirley stood directly in front of him and unbuttoned her white blouse. There was a white girl’s undershirt underneath, and I didn’t think she would take that off, but she pulled it off over her head. She gave him a good look at her little pink rosebud nipples, then she clapped her hands over her chest.

"Once you take something off, you can’t put it back on," Manny said when she started to pick up her shirt.

"That’s not fair," Shirley complained, "you can’t add rules after the game’s started."

"I never played this game before." Manny said. "I didn’t know what rules we needed. But don’t you think that’s a good rule." He winked at me.

"I think it’s fair." I agreed.

When Shirley finally took her hands away, I noticed that Shirley’s boobies were really starting to grow. She’d been thirteen for a couple months. Her nipples made the tips, like Hershey’s kisses, poking away from her chest with white meaty tissue underneath. They looked like capital A’s.

When I picked Dare, Shirley told me I needed to take off my shirt, too. I did it slowly. I didn’t know if I could. Then once my shirt was off, Manny said I had to rub my nipples against Shirley’s.

I looked at him. "You must be outta your mind."

"Go ahead. You have to do it... You picked Dare."

"That’s not fair." I insisted. "Shirley only had to do one thing."

"I think it’s fair." Shirley said, standing in front of me. "Don’t get too rough, though. They’re tender." I leaned forward and pressed my flat little titties against her bumpy chest. She grinded against me, and I felt a funny feeling. Like sparklers again. Down between my legs.

It felt silly to just sit there afterwards with my boobies poking out.

 

Then it was Manny’s turn. He said Dare. Shirley grinned at me. I knew she had some wild idea. I couldn’t wait to find out what it was.

"You need to show us your dick." She said to him.

I started to laugh. I couldn’t help it.

"My dick?" Manny said. "You girls wanna see my dick?"

Then before we could insist, or say otherwise, he pulled a slim, perky penis out over the elastic waistband of his shorts. He mooshed it up above his balls so it pointed right at us like a little cannon. The tip of it had some kind of a mark on it, and all I could think was that somehow it was smiling.

I clapped my hand over my mouth to keep from laughing.

Then he whipped it back into his pants and it disappeared.

I blushed and looked down at my lap. It didn’t look big and thick. It didn’t look like it would hurt. It looked funny! That? That was what I’d been worried about?

I don’t think he liked that we were laughing. I guess he thought that when he flashed it out, the two of us were going to stand at attention.

It was more of a nervous laughter. I wasn’t really laughing at it.

Yes I was!

I couldn’t help myself. It looked hysterical. So this was what all the fuss was about!

He was fuming.

"Hey!" Shirley insisted. "That’s not enough! You have to take your pants all the way off." .

"No, you said I had to show it to you. I did."

"He’s right." I told Shirley.

It looked so weird. Like nothing that would occur on a regular body.

I wanted to see it again. But I wasn’t sure I could stand seeing it again.

I looked at Manny. He was pissed.

It was Shirley’s turn, and sure enough, Manny dared her to take off her pants. She stepped out of her shorts and kicked them across the room. She pulled down her panties and twirled them around on her finger while she pranced around in front of us. I started laughing.

Then before she did anything else, she pointed at each of her titties: "Milk, Milk..." then at her cooter, "Lemonade..." Then Shirley spun around and bent over, showing us her round bottom. "Around the corner, Fudge is made!" And she poked her finger right at her little puckered asshole.

I thought I was going to laugh so hard I was going to pee my pants.

I glanced at Manny because he quickly moved his hand to his lap and pinched at his shorts. He was poking at his dick, or moving it around. What was that about?

Then it was my turn. I stopped laughing. I was sure I wasn’t going to be able to take off my pants and show Manny my cooter. If that was the Dare.

"Shit!" Manny said, racing around the bed and dashing out of the room. "I’m outta here!"

"What?" I said, looking at Shirley. "What happened?"

"Yikes!" She was shrieking and diving under the covers. "The garage door just opened. Your parents are home!"

I grabbed her clothes and tossed them in the corner against the wall. "Where’s your pajamas?" I asked, turning off the light and sliding into bed next to her.

"I didn’t bring any. I forgot."

"Shirley, you’re crazy."

"I know. That’s why you like having me around."

 

She stayed naked with me underneath the covers and I could think of nothing else. There was no way I was going to be able to sleep. Not with her naked. Not with her right next to me.

She poked me in the arm. "Jennie."

"What?"

"What did you think of his dick?"

I started to laugh. "It was funny. I didn’t think it would look like that."

"I know." She giggled.

"Truth or dare?" she asked. She took my hand and pressed it against her cooter. I started petting the silky skin.

"Dare." I whispered.

I wanted to play the rubbing game so bad. I hoped that’s what she was going to have me do.

I wanted to lay on top of her and grind my cooter against hers, just the way we’d rubbed our titties. I wanted to feel my way between the fold of skin between her legs and swirl my finger around her little bump.

She was naked in my bed and I wanted to feel her boobies again. I wanted to pet them with my hands and put those Hershey Kisses nipples into my mouth and pretend to suck her like a baby.

I wanted to feel her hole and snake my finger around inside of it.

I wanted to rub her pussy until she thought she was going to pee.

Then she slid her hand inside the elastic of my panties. "I dare you to let me lick your cooter." she whispered.

"Omigod!"

She wanted to put her face under the covers! She wanted to make those slimy, nasty juices inside my crack. She wanted to feel the smear of my pussy against my face. She wanted to poke her dainty finger inside my hole. She wanted to feel the thrust my little bump up against her tongue.

I opened my legs. I couldn’t wait.

Shirley crawled between my legs and started tasting me, rubbing her finger on my cooter, then sticking it in her mouth. Next she put her mouth up close to that little bump and she started licking it. Eventually she peeled the lips apart, and started going at it. "It tastes good , Jennie, really good!"

Oh my goodness. It FELT amazing. I put my head back and I pushed my pelvis forward, and opened my legs a little wider. "Shirl," I said, "Put your finger inside?"

She quickly pushed her finger against my tight little hole. It brushed against all the nerves there, and felt oh so intense. "Wet it, wet it, wet it," I begged.

She licked at the opening of my pussy until it was wet and sloppy.

"Now," I said, "now put it inside."

Shirley poked her finger inside. I was surprised it slid in pretty well. It felt bizarre to have anything inside me there, and I immediately felt magnified. Like that was the only part of my body that I could feel at this moment in time. Shirley wriggled her finger around a little, and I almost sat up. "Oh my god." I said.

"Does that feel good?" Shirley said.

"Yes it feels so good."

"Well there’s that hymen thing there. I can feel it against my finger. Do you want me to break it?"

"Not yet." I said. "Just leave it there. But can you play around the outside of the hole? Just swirl your finger there, and ... and keep rubbing that little bump."

Shirley was so great at following my directions. She varied her pressure, sometimes circling hard, sometimes poking her finger inside, and stroking that piece of skin she called the hymen. Then she would trace it almost without touching me, and I thrust my hips forward, "please, please, just rub on it."

What she was doing, and I don’t know if she had any idea how amazing it felt, was to make me feel a feeling like sparklers inside my pussy. There was almost a buzzing feeling, then when she backed off, barely touched my skin I could feel a mounting expectation and excitement, so when she put her mouth on me again, I was about to go crazy. She put her mouth against my bump, I think she called it a clit, and she started lapping at it. I started squirming. Underneath her chin, she had her right hand flipping from left to right across the opening of my hole. She kept flicking her tiny tongue against my clit, then spreading away from it after a bit to lap big tongue strokes around the folds, even up on my pussy lips where the slight pussy hairs were starting to grow.

I was trying to lie quiet and still, but I felt like yelling, it was such a thrill. My mom’s room was down the hall, on the other side of the bathroom, and I didn’t want her to hear anything. She would come down the hall to find out what we were doing.

Shirley went back to work on my clit. I moved my hands down to hold my pussy lips open so she could suck it directly. I pushed my forefinger under her mouth against my clit. It was swollen. It felt different than it ever had before. And even though there was a lot of wetness, it wasn’t Shirley’s saliva. It was something coming out of me! It was slippery and thick, a lot different than pee. She put her thumb on my clit again and rubbed it hard. It was almost too hard, and I tried pulling back from her hand--well as much as I could, given that I was lying flat on the bed and she was pushing down on my clit, directly on top of me. I started squirming, but she kept rubbing. She closed her hand and used her knuckles to rub, rub, rub across that bump.

Then something happened. That sparkler feeling, that warm and bubbly feeling which was building and building...it suddenly rose up and I felt like I was going to have to pee. "Oh my god. Oh my god! Oh my god" I kept saying over and over.

I didn’t pee. Under Shirley’s hand, I experienced a different kind of release. What she was doing to me was absolutely divine. The building feeling got bigger and bigger until I just felt like full blown fireworks were exploding from inside. I started making a squeaking sound. I couldn’t help it.

"You’re coming, Baby, you’re coming...." Shirley said, still moving her hand, but not so intently. "Just go with it."

My first climax ripped through me. I could feel muscles involuntarily clenching, all around my pussy and it was like electricity was flying up and down my back. I arched my back and clenched my hands into fists. I felt like crying, it was such a great release. "Oh my god," was all I could say. My legs were quivering.

"You like that?" Shirley asked.

"Oh my god, Shirley. I never did that before."

She giggled. "I can tell." She smoothed my hair away from my face and gave me a kiss. I kissed her back, over and over. I loved her so much for showing me this. I couldn’t believe my best friend wasn’t afraid to touch my pussy and show me how to rub it. She kissed me and put her tongue in my mouth.

"Oooh stop it!" I whispered, as loud as I dared. "That’s gross!"

"You think you can do that to me?" Shirley asked me after a little while.

"Okay," I said, "I’ll give it a shot."

And I scrambled between her legs. I couldn’t wait to lick her cooter. I couldn’t wait.

I imagined my naked body standing in a mirror, with one of those little penises hanging between my legs. If that happened, I’d feel like an alien. I started to snicker again.

I couldn’t believe what a lightweight I was. I couldn’t say those words. I didn’t know what to say.

by Fyre

                     Part 2

 

  All that day I kept looking for ways to go and be by myself so I could relieve this erection that I just couldn’t seem to get rid of. After dinner I grabbed some toilet paper and headed down the path towards the lake, looking up the path to make sure that Steve didn’t follow me. I then dropped my shorts down and began to masturbate while looking across the water.

     I was soon interrupted by a voice behind me and as I hurried to get dressed, he laughed and said “don’t mind me I just came to join in”. I turned around to see Steve with his shorts down around his ankles and stroking his long and thin penis which bent to the left slightly. He said “don’t let me interrupt you”, and after thinking it over I decided getting satisfied was more important than being embarrassed.  Besides we have joked around about jerking off at magazines and other girls many times in our past, so I strangely I felt comfortable enough to continue where I had left off.

  I turned back to face the water again and resumed activities, but to my amazement I went soft. The thought of someone watching was too much stress for me. As I was about to pull up my shorts and call it a day I felt something hard and warm press into my ass, then between my legs. Steve was now holding my cock in his hand and without saying a word, started stroking me. The feeling was great and I immediately became hard again, he then whispered to me “what do you think”. I turned and asked him if he thought this is something we should be doing, he replied “only if it was kept between us as friends and never to be spoken of outside of the camp”. I agreed “this was just experimenting with what we had seen earlier and how it felt”.

  He smiled and nodded in agreement and turned me to face away from him, as I did he resumed placing his penis between my legs and stroking me again. As he played with my cock and balls I got undressed and spread my legs wide so as to give him an unobstructed feel. His hips starting moving in a slow and steady motion and I could feel his warm member rubbing between my legs and soon the pace began faster and harder. I thought that my balls were going to wind up in my stomach they were so tight and pulsating as his hand gripped tighter, I soon decided to have some fun of my own and reached between my legs with one hand and grabbed his now pre-cum soaked dick and started rubbing the bottom and tugging his balls. Steve then started thrusting his hips forward faster and faster, pounding me with all his might.

 

    I bent forward and placed my hand between my legs; his dick was forced up between my legs, against my crotch and was now thrusting into the back of my balls. I could hear his moaning getting louder and his hand now moving faster over my dick until he pushed into me as far as he could with all his power and held still, then he let out a low sounding moan that sounded like a wild animal call. I could feel all his juices pounding into the back of my balls and running down my leg. I closed my legs together tight squeezing his dick in my cheeks and I felt his body quiver one more time. As he stepped backwards and lay back in the grass, I turned and saw him lying there lifeless panting hard and sperm dripping from his semi-erect penis. I turned and jokingly asked “why am I the only one who didn’t get off today”.

      As I lay down beside him in the grass looking up at the sky, I started to instinctively play with myself. Suddenly I felt Steve’s warm hand rubbing my balls and stroking me again. After a few quick strokes I was hard and he rolled onto me like he was about to screw one of his girlfriends. As he rubbed up and down on me, I started to enjoy the feeling and pulled him up close so that our dicks were rubbing together tightly against our stomachs.

  He knew what I was thinking and forced his body down on mine and began humping me like had a pussy, as he did it felt so great that I came within minutes all over his belly. The cum made a lube between us that felt so awesome. He could now move up and down on me more easily than before and he started to go faster and faster. I reached down and grabbed his ass, pulling him in tighter to me and when I did it sent him into another one of his nature calls and he shot a load right into both our faces and on our stomachs. He fell on to me and closed his eyes while letting out another a low moan.

    In the heat of all the shooting I caught some of his juice in my mouth and it tasted rather strange, salty yet sweet and really not so bad. Feeling still horny I rolled Steve off me and onto his stomach. I told him that “I just wanted to be on top this time” and with that I spread his legs so that I could now see this puckered pink hole looking right at me. He then blurted out “just do as I did and do not go in for the hole”. I laughed and agreed as I rubbed the juices which were spewed all over my stomach, between his legs for lubrication.

    I then positioned myself on top and forced his legs closed around my dick and placed my legs on the outside, as I began to slowly pump his tight ass. It felt so good that I went slow and steady at first, as I thrust into him I could see that he was pushing up to meet me. I started to go really fast and got so carried away that when I started to orgasm I lost all control and stabbed directly into his ass where I laid with just my head poking into his sphincter, my load went into his ass and was bubbling out around my dick. Steve let out such a scream that I jumped off and stepped back.

  He screamed “You asshole, I think you ripped my ass apart”. As we both stared at his ass, I could see little gobs of white liquid drip out.

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What made me fantasize about her more was she had an obvious crush on me and would frequently flirt with me. Nothing overtly sexual, but she'd make it a point to give me the opportunity to look down her shirt or check out her great ass. She was also very touchy, again nothing too sexual, but it turned me on any time she touched me.

 

One day after class Britney took her time packing up her books and approached my desk asking me questions about the class. Britney did this quite often and she was a smart girl, so it was always very transparent to me that this was just an excuse to talk to me by myself. Most times our conversations were purely innocent, but I always enjoyed when she flirted with me. This day Britney crossed the line and went further than ever before.

 

Once the classroom was empty and I had answered her question she grabbed my tie and said, "I love your tie! Who gave it to you, your wife or your girlfriend?"

 

I laughed and replied, "I don't have a girlfriend. One woman is all I can handle."

 

Britney shot back, "I'm sure you can handle more! Maybe you need a young girl who will obey your every command and you can train to do whatever you want."

 

I was speechless. That's when Britney lifted her skirt with one hand and lowered her black stockings and panties with the other hand exposing her thick hairy bush. I just froze, so Britney grabbed my hand and directed it to her pussy. I should have resisted, but I allowed her to place my hand on her wet pussy. She let out a soft moan as I slide my finger between her pussy lips.

 

She said in a sexy voice, "I want you so bad! Please teach me how to be a woman."

 

I'd like to say I tried to resist my teenage temptress and talk some sense into her, but I never entertained that thought. I had an opportunity to fuck this hot young girl and I was determined to cease the moment. I quickly got up and locked the classroom door. I had a free period and planned to fuck Britney. I took her into a back room off the classroom which we used to store lab equipment among other things. We would have the privacy we needed. I wasn't even thinking about the risk I was taking fucking an under-age student in school, I just wanted her so bad. Luckily, everything was in place to make this work, probably just as Britney planned.

 

I had Britney naked so fast. Even though she was a willing participant she was surprise how quick I had her undressed. Commenting, "Damn you waste no time!"

 

I told her, "You are so beautiful and have the most amazing body! You're perfect!" as I fondled her big tits.

 

I then started sucking on her puffy pink nipples. I moved one hand down her flat belly back to her wet pussy. I was dying to finger her, but decided to tease her and rub her clit and separate her pussy lips with my fingers. I drove her wild! She opened my pants and pulled out my hard cock.

 

She remarked, "Wow your cock is so big!" as she stroked it, “Mmmm it’s huge!”

I asked her, “Have you ever fucked a bigger cock than mine?”

She answered, “Oh no…you got the biggest cock I’ve ever seen by far!”

I have an eight inch cock that is fairly thick, so though I wouldn’t call myself huge I am proud of its size. I loved hearing Britney say that and liked I had the biggest cock that was about to fuck her little pussy. As she slowly slid her hand up and down the length of my shaft I finally slide two fingers into her juicy pussy. Damn was her little cunt tight! Britney began to moan as I fingered her pussy and sucked on her firm tits. She started jerking me off faster and I told her I wanted her to suck my cock. Without a word she dropped to her knees and took my cock into her mouth. Britney wasn’t that good at giving a blowjob, but she was willing and eager. Considering it was over five years since I’ve received a blowjob I was in heaven. Looking down on this naked little angel with my big cock in her mouth was incredibly hot! After a few minutes I decided as much as I wanted to cum in her mouth I shouldn’t waste this opportunity getting a blowjob. I could get her to suck my cock to completion another time, right now I wanted to get into her tight cunt.

I lifted her to her feet and then lifted her onto a lab table. Her bare ass was on the cold marble top and I spread her legs wide. We were both so horny with anticipation knowing we were only moments away from fucking. I moved in closer to her and guided my hard cock to the entrance of her sweet pussy. I struggled as I tried to squeeze my big cock into her tight pussy.

 

After a few moments Britney said, "Hold on." and she jumped off the table and ran to her purse pulling out a small tube of baby oil.

I asked her, “Do you have a condom in there?”

She answered, “No”.

I asked her, “Are you on birth control?”

With a grin on her face she replied, “Yes.”

I said, “That’s even better! Get back over here.”

 

With a big smile on her face ran back over and assumed her position on the table. She was very generous pouring the baby oil over my cock. I commented how smart she was to have carried that with her and she seemed very proud of herself as she lubed me up. I took the baby oil from her and applied a good amount to her pussy. Then I poured half of the small tube onto her tits and legs. By time I was done with her she had a thick coat of baby oil over her entire body. Her shiny body looked so amazing! The smell of the baby oil filled the room.

Now I was ready to fuck her. I was able to push my cock into her cunt much easier now. I didn't stop until I buried my entire length inside her. Damn her pussy was tight! Britney bit her lower lip and moaned low as she clearly had trouble handling my big cock. I gave her a moment to adjust to my size as I marveled at how tight her pussy was and how good it felt to be inside her.

 

Then I started slowly sliding my cock in and out of her cunt. I was fondling her lubed tits and I began to kiss her. We kissed passionately as I fucked her. Britney was clearly overwhelmed with emotions. She stopped kissing me to tell me she loved me. I knew I had to straighten her out right then, I didn't need a 16 year old girl in love with me after I fucked her!

 

I asked Britney, "You want me to teach you to be a woman, right?"

 

She replied, "Oh yes!"

 

I told her, "Okay, then you’ll have to learn the difference between making love and fucking. Today I'm going to fuck you! Okay?"

 

She said, "Yes fuck me! Fuck me...fuck me good!"

 

That turned me on. I picked up the pace and started fucking her faster and harder. Britney couldn't speak she just moaned as it took all of her effort to withstand the punishment I was inflecting on her poor pussy. Watching her big oily tits bounce as I fucked her was awesome. Her pussy was so tight I felt like I was going to cum quicker than I wanted to, so I slowed down my pace much to Britney's relief. Once my urge to cum subsided I fucked her hard once again. I was driving Britney crazy she clearly had never been fucked like this before.

 

When I felt the urge to cum again building I removed my cock from Britney’s little cunt. I pulled her off the table and turned her around and bent her over. Her firm little ass looked so good! I couldn’t resist spanking her. I started off slapping one cheek then the other. Her white ass instantly began to turn red.

She whimpered and moaned with each slap, “SMACK Oooh! SMACK Oooh! SMACK Ahhh! SMACK Arrrr!”

After about ten to twelve intense slaps her ass was bright red and I decided that was enough of a spanking for this little slut. It was time to finish fucking her, so I squeezed my big hard cock back into her wet cunt. I place my hands on her hips as I fucked her.

Fucking her from behind I was able to penetrate her deeper, which Britney made sure to tell me, “Oh your so deep!”

After fucking her hard for about five minutes I was building towards such a huge orgasm, but I didn’t want to cum yet. I wanted to fuck Britney’s tight pussy for as long as I could, so I stop with my cock buried completely still inside her.

Britney in a frustrated voice demand, “Don’t stop! I think I’m going to cum.”

That made me hot! I immediately began pumping her pussy full throttle. In a matter of moments I felt the inside of her cunt begin to spasm. Her pussy tightened around my cock like a vice grip. I couldn’t hold back my orgasm any longer! I began to cum in her pussy seemed to milk me. Britney could feel my cock pulsated inside her and she began to moan louder as I filled her pussy with loads cum. I can’t remember ejaculating that much in a very long time. Realizing Britney was moaning very loud, I pulled her up and back towards me. I put my left arm around her midsection lifting her tits up and I placed my right hand over her mouth. I had finished cuming, but my cock was still rock hard. I continued to fuck her from behind as hard as I could. With her now basically standing erect and with our height difference, I was 6’2” she was about 5’5”, she was on her tippie toes as I fucked her. She must have been in pain from the uncomfortable position and the fact I had been pounding her pussy for close to a half hour, but her moans were being muffled by my hand. Amazingly I felt myself about to cum again. I squeezed her tight as I bite her neck and shoulder from behind. As I shot a second load of cum in her cunt I was driving my cock up into her with such force I was lifting her off her feet with each thrust. I can’t remember fucking a girl this hard!

When I had pumped my last drop of semen in her we both collapsed onto the table in front of us. I caught my breath and noticed we only had a few minutes before the period would end, the halls would be filled and students would attempt to enter my classroom for the next period. Britney was worn out, her legs were wobbly as she tried to stand and she had a dazed and exhausted looked on her face. She was completely naked, covered in baby oil and had my cum leaking from her pussy running down her legs. I grabbed a roll of paper towels and began to whip the cum off her legs. I didn’t do a very good job and ordered her to get dressed quickly. When she complained she needed to clean up better I sternly ordered her to dress and clean up in the girl’s room. She did as she was told and I made her swear to keep this a secret. I felt guilty as I rushed a messy and de-shoveled  Britney out so quickly, but was absolutely thrilled I just got away with fucking her.

 

The next day Britney walked into my classroom very gingerly and I couldn't help but crack a smile. Later she complained to me how sore her pussy was, but told me that was the most incredible sex she has ever had. For the next two months I had Britney give me a blowjob every Monday in the back room during our free period. I taught her how to suck cock and even gave her homework and would make her practice sucking cock on some lucky boy every weekend. Britney was eager to please me and being a great student it didn't take long before she sucked cock like a pro. I also fucked her once a week. Sometimes we would fuck at school and other times at a motel, where I could take my time fucking her without the risk of getting caught. One day after Britney finished sucking my cock in what we now called our sex room she had some news to break to me.

While still on her knees she looked up at me while whipping the cum from her mouth and said, “I have something to tell you.” She paused “I think you’re gonna be made at me.”

The first thing that I thought of was that she told someone about us. I had heard the whispers around the school that people knew that Britney has a crush on me, but so far no one was accusing of us of having sex.

I asked Britney, “What is it?”

She shocked me when she blurted out, “I’m pregnant…” I was speechless as Britney babbled on.

The first words out of my mouth were, “Are you sure it’s mine?”

She looked surprised by that question and responded, “YES! You’re the only one I have been fucking!”

I said, “What about all the guys you gave blowjobs to, you didn’t let any of them fuck you?” I continued, “Be honest with me Britney!” before she could answer I quickly added “I thought you were on the pill?”

Her eyes tear up as she responded, “I lied about being on the pill because I didn’t think you would fuck me our first time together when you asked me about the condoms…”

I cut her off and yelled, “That was so fucking stupid Britney!”

She started to cry and said, “But I swear to you that you’ll the only one I let fuck me. I knew you would be mad at me!”

At this point I knew damage control was needed. I had to calm Britney down before next period and make sure she let me call the shots on this. First I confirmed that no one else knew about us or that she was pregnant, which luckily was the case. Second I made Britney get an abortion. This wasn’t that easy since she was in love with me, as much as a sixteen year old girl can be in love, and the idea of having my baby was very appealing to her. I didn’t take no for an answer though and within a month I made her get an abortion. A few weeks later with the rumors of Britney and I growing I ended it with her. I knew there was a risk Britney would tell on me, but I felt with her pregnancy, her feelings for me growing and the rumors about us that continuing to fuck her was a bigger risk.

Britney was devastated! I told her she could ruin me if she wanted but I hoped that if she did truly love me she will understand I have no choice and never tell anyone of us. Britney promised me she would keep our affair a secret. Luckily the end of the school year was only a few weeks away.

The next year, Britney’s senior year, we barely spoke. Britney had developed a reputation of being the class slut. She was very popular with the boys and fucked many of them. I couldn’t help but think I was responsible for this sweet girl’s transformation into dirty slut. The Monday after Britney graduated high school she showed up to school and found me in my classroom packing up for the summer. She was dressed in a pink bikini top with a tight white tank top on and a skin-tight pair of navy blue bike shorts on. She looked so hot!

She threw a motel key on my desk and said, “I’m eighteen and I’m not a student any more. Don’t make me wait long!”

She walked out of my classroom and I followed her ten minutes later. We fucked to rest of the day and into the night. I fucked her mouth, pussy and asshole. I missed fucking her so much! She will always be the best fuck I've ever had. I fucked her once a week during the summer, but after she went away to college I never fucked her again. I do fantasize about her all the time though!

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