One day my dad had a BBQ of course Jonathan was my man so he came. I told my dad we were going to play basketball... yeah right. Jonathan and I walked around and then found a private spot in the park. We sat on the bench and kissed... I really mean kissed. Jonathan started touching me and making me hot... this virgin was ready to give me his dick.

I let him feel on my 42 DDs while I felt his hard dick in my mouth. I sucked his dick until he cummed all over my face. Then he laid me down and ate my already dripping wet pussy. I moaned and shook all over his face until I couldn't take it any more and cummed all in his mouth. Them I got up stripped totallly naked and rode his big hard cock in and out of my ass. Even though he was fucking my ass like crazy I cummed all over his stomach. Then he bent me over and took off his condom and fucked my pussy until he came on my ass. We then left the park and headed to the pool for a swim.

About 2 or three weeks later Jonathan came over and we fucked we did that about every two weeks. Then one day Jonathan and I went to my friends house for her birthday party. She owns a huge house with a pool house and pool of course. Everyone at the party was in a couple, 3 way, even 4 way. Jonathan and I were in the pool until I had to go to the restroom. So I left went to the bathroom. I was handling my buisness, then walks in Jonathan and my homegirl. Jonathan grabs me and strips my bathing suit off. I begin to suck his dick as my friend watches and plays with her pussy. Jonathan stops me and begans to eat my pussy with me against the wall. Through my moans I tell my friend to come over and I began to kiss her and rub her wet pussy. Then Jonathan gets up and picks my up on the wall and strokes my pussy deeply I moan and my friend sucks Jonathan's ball and he moans and I began to cum but he doesn't let me down he just fucks me while I drip in my friend's mouth. Jonathan let's me down and I put my leg on his shoulder and he bets my pussy up till he cums and my friend swallows it all. I the kiss her deeply and she gets on her knees and eats my pussy till I cum. I do the same to her. Jonathan is rubbing his cock while we finger and cum on each other he is loving it. Then all of a sudden... he boyfriend walks in... what to u think happens?

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"Would you like to come over tonight and you know, hangout."she asked. Of coarse I said yes . How could I turn an offer like that down . She smiled and said great. Well we continued to talk until we finally started to talk about sex after I made a joke about Trojon Condoms. She asked "Have you ever had sex before?" "No not yet. What about you?" I asked. "No." she asnwerd "You just waiting for the right guy to come along?" I asked "Yea, something like that. Do you like enybody right now?" she asked. "No not right now." I said looking at her cute face."Do you like enybody?" I asked. "Well.....Ummmm...I do like somebody." she ansewed "Who?'' "Well I kinda like..." "Toni, Jessica is here" her mother inerupted. "Well I got to go, remember tonight." She said as she got up to go inside .

That was all I could think about as I sat at home waitng until mid-night. I had so many questions. Was she going to say she liked me? Did she like me? That was an odd conversation I had with her and very different than previous conversations. I kinda had a crush on her for a while. I waited until mid-night then got out of bed and crepted down stairs . This was the first time I had ever done somthing like this, it was exciting and scarey.

I walked into her yard up to her bed room window. I lightly knocked on it then knelt down. A moument lator I heard two clicks of the window locks opening and the window slowly slideing up. "Hello?" I heard Toni's voice call out. Then I stood up and she said "Hey come on in Andrew." I climbed up into the window and saw the other two girls sitting on the bed. It was dark and I couldn't see much but I noticed that they were all only in thier bras and cotton panties. They were both cute too. "Guys this is Andrew, and Andrew this is Samatha and Jessica." Toni said introducing us. "Hi.'' I said. As I sat down on the bed.

They led me into her walk in closet and truned on a light . I got a better look at the two girls. Jessica was hot with a nice tanned body and a plump heart shaped ass ,with brown hair. Samatha had red hair ,creamy white legs and was slightly thinner than Toni and Jessica.They all had small A cup tits but I didnt care. We chated for a while . Then Samatha said "Guess what Andrew, Toni has something to tell you." I looked over at Toni and she smiled and blushed. "Well..I kinda wanted to that... well ummm..I....kinda....I like you." she said. "You like me, because I've been trying to tell you the same thing for a long time." I said "Really?" she asked excitedly. "yea, theres just something about you that I just can't get out of my head." I said. Well we continued to talk for a while ,and my mind drifted back to the girls in there underwear. I started to get hard, I sfifted to hide it but as I did Jessica and Toni started to Wrestle around. Jessica's hand passed over my hard on and she looked at me. At that point I knew that she knew that I was horny. So as they continued to wrestle around and finnaly Jessica strattled Toni's right thigh and started grinding her crotch on her. "Jessica not now." Toni said. Then Jessica Replied "Oh come on you know you want to Toni." And she continued to grind her crotch on Toni's thigh. Then they started kissing eachother on the lips and hugging . I looked over at Samatha who was scooting over to me and said "Come on lets join the party" and she got up onto my lap.

I was really getting horny now. I looked over at Jessica and Toni who were now rubbing eachother's plump asses and finnaly Toni pulled Jessicas panties off , displaying her plump, bare ass to Sammy and I. Then Jessica did the same to Toni. Then the two locked their thighs together and started to hump eachothers thighs. I looked back at Samatha and put my hands on her ass and rubbed her ass, it was so warm and squishy. All she did was smile and kiss me on my cheek. Then I pulled her panties down and she smiled and unzipped my jeans ,releasing my average 6 inch dick and wraped her warm hand around itand slowly rubbed it. Jessica and Toni where now naked and humping each others thighs hard and moaning, it was so hot.

Jessica moaned as she said "I'm cumming, toni, dont stop." and Toni replied "me too, oh my god jessica it feels sooo good!" After a minute they pulled apart. I took my shirt off and Samatha took off her bra. We were all now naked. Jessica said "Sammy come here its your turn."As Toni sat on my lap, hugged me and said I love you. I said "I love you too." I noticed the spot were jessica's hot sticky cum coated her thigh and I whiped it up with my finger to taste it. It was sweet and salty and it just made me even hornier . Toni asked if she could taste it too ,so I brought my finger to her mouth and she licked and sucked the rest of it up. She got close to me and I slowly pressed my lips against her's and kissed her for the first time. I licked her lips until I felt her warm toungh against mine, we wrapped our tounghs together and kissed.

Meanwhile Jessica and Samatha grinded thier pussies together and moaned. I could see their pussie juices smearing all over their crotches as they rubbed their clits together. Toni broke our kiss and sat up, "I want you to be my first." she whisped to me and I said "me too." I put my hands under her thighs to support her ass she strattled my dick positioning her hot pussy above me and slowly lowerd her hot cunt onto me. I felt her warmth even before it touched her pussy lips. Finally the head of my cock pushed between her cunt lips and continued down until I reached her cherry. Then she took a deep breath and droped onto my dick, poping her cherry. She yelped and hugged me tight. I looked over at Jessica and Samatha who stopped and samatha said "ohh god jessica I need you to eat my hot cunt, pleeeeze." And Toni told them to come by us so Jessica could put her pussy up for Toni and I to share and eat it out while she ate sammy's pussy. So she did, Jessica stuck her pussy over my head and as Toni started to move up and down on my dick we started to eat jessica's warm wet pussy.

I was soon close to cumming with all this happening, with Toni's tight pussy muscals squeezing and releasing my dick, and Jessica shaking her hot ass in my face. I told Toni that I was going to cum, she told me to hold on for as long as posible because she was not gonna stop riding me until she came. I told her I wont hold out long. Then finnally I exploded inside of her hot steamy cunt, and she said "You keep cumming in my pussy because Im not gonna stop yet.She kept fucking me as cum started to gush out of her pussy as I shot load after load of hot sticky cum in her pussy.

Meanwhile Samatha said, "Oh god I'm cumming, oh god yea." The walls of Toni's pussy clamped down around my dick as she released her jucies with mine and then colasped on top of me as I sucked on Jessicas pussy and rudded her feet with my hands for another minute until she came. "Oh god, I'm cumming too". As her juices flowed out of her pussy onto Toni and I. Toni finally got off my cock and with a poping sound my dick pulled out of her hot cunt followed by a stream of our cum mixed together. Jessica wraped her arms around samatha and pulled her down to us and Toni sat back down into my arms and we all snuggled together in her closet when Jessica said "Lets rest for a while then have some more fun." We all agreed and with that we dozzed off for a while.

I'll write part two shortly, I'm open to eny comments or suggestions on how to make part two better.

Hey he said well lets see it and I will show you how, its fantastic. I said isnt it rude or something and he said you dont let your parents know you do it but i have done it every day since i found out about it.

I was a bit concerned but also curious and said what do you do, and he said get it out and I will show you. I said I wont get into trouble will I and he said we will just listen for mom, but she usually watches a show on Tv about now so she wont bother us. I said you show me what you do. He said lets both do it and he said come on drop your pants and I can show you. He began to undo his belt and as he did I did too and we both had our pants down about the same time. As I got mine down my cock was already hard and he played with his for a minute and it was hard too. He said I have just wacked it so it takes a few minutes for the feeling to come back. I said whats whacking it and he said you hold it like this and pull the skin up and down as far as it goes. he began to do it and I followed him. He said doesnt that feel good and I said yeh, thats nice. He said it is like fucking a girl - thats what it does inside her. I said is this mastubating and he said it has a lot of names and you will learn them from different guys because some call it different names.

He said here let me do it for you it feels better when somebody else does it to you and he put his hand around my cock and began to strop it up and down and it felt great. He said after a while you cum and that is the best feeling ever, it makes you want to do it all the time he said. I lay there and let him play with mine and I held his and played a bit with it, he said that feels great you can do it to me afterwards. He had only been going a few minutes and I said stop, stop it feels all funny and he said no keep going you are going to cum and after a few more pulls on me I had this amazing feeling and went all strange in my stomach and my knees went all weak and I thought I was going to collapse the feeling in my cock was absolutely amazing. I was out of breath and he stopped then and said wasnt that fantastic and I said shit I have never felt like that before and he said thats what happens when you cum. My cock went soft and he said ok you do it to me now and I held him like he held me and began to stroke his cock for him. It felt great holding it and playing with it and after a few minutes he said I am cumming again now, god this is great and he went like me all strange. There he said you have had your first orgasm and from now on you can do it yourself. By now I was feeling good again and I started to do it again. This time I did it myself until I came and I found that when it was really at the best feeling my arm went all funny and I could hardly do it, my whole body was like having a spasm. There he said now thats two, I wa slike you and my cousin did it to me the first time and now I do it about four times in a day which is my best. We will have to see how often we can do it in a day, one day. 

He said when we get to puberty we start ejaculating stuff which spurts out like when we cum. I cant wait to do that he said. I said why does that happen and he said thats how you get girls pregnant, you put it inside them and that makes the baby. I said I have seen photos of blokes with their cocks in girls cunts and he said thats it, they are fucking and that makes babies. It doesnt happen every time but thats how it happens - I know.  

For the next couple of weeks I jacked myself off at least 3 or 4 times a day it was fantastic and we did it together a lot too. One day I actually put his cock in my mouth as I had seen a picture of a girl doing it to a man and when I asked him about it he said would I do it to him and I made him cum like that too. He said he didnt realise you could cum doing it like that as well and then I asked him to do it to me and he was a bit reluctant but I said I did it to him. He was a bit hesitent but then did it to me, and after that we did it together with our mouth each time rather than our fingers. We worked out we could do it to each other at the same time and that was fantastic.

Now we are wankers which we heard is another name for guys who do it to themselves.

"Home," Tim replied with a cold tone in his voice. He picked himself up off the floor of his master's apartment and headed out the door. The youngster had his mask off, yet all of his other attire was still the same. His black hair was long enough in the front to hide his silver grey eyes. He zipped up his trenchcoat all the way up and tipped his hat down so that the collar and rim would hide more of his face. As he closed the door behind him, he distinctively heard his master continue scowling him. No matter... whatever 'gift' his master recieved, it did not concern him in the least... at least that was what he thought...

*****

"Yeah, didn't get a chance to tell him, the little shit," the aged assassin smirked into the phone. He crushed his cigarette into the ash tray as he talked. "I swear, kids these days are getting bolder! You'd think they'd... what's that? Ah, shut it..."

*****

The young assassin stood in front of his apartment building. A fifty storey building housing over five thousand different people. It was timber-red in colour with greyish balconies and black frames around the windows and doors. He looked up at the top of the building where he was sure his room was in. His room number was 5011.

The elevator ride up was mostly eventless save for a couple kids rushing in on the third floor. They pressed all the buttons leading to all floors, making the trip up even slower. Tim left the elevator and took the second one up.

The music was boring, too.

As soon as he reached his floor, he got off the elevator and headed down the hall. Take a left turn... right turn... go all the way to the end.

Jingle

He poked his key into the keyslot and turned. He pushed open the door to his single room apartment. It was just the way he had left it: lifeless. He had three kinds of furniture and electronic equipment: television set, bed, and coffee table. The kitchen was completely empty save for a pot and a pan. He opened up the refridgerator revealing only an expired carton of milk. He took the carton of milk and dropped it into the trashcan. Now the fridge was empty. Some grocery shopping was in order.

Knock Knock

Who's there? Tim thought to himself as he approached the door. Strange... perhaps it was just a salesperson or something, but... he had to make sure. His line of work involved making quite a few number of enemies. He looked through the peep-hole, finding no one. Suspicious, but not casting away the possiblitie that it was just some kinds pulling a prank, he leaned against the wall next to the front door.

He reached his left hand into his pocket where his knife was as he stretched his right hand to touch the doorknob. He turned the knob, then cautiously opened it up a crack to look outside. He pushed his right foot to open the door the rest of the way.

No one.

He looked down.

"Um... he... hello..." a strange young girl was kneeling there, looking up at Tim. "I'm... I... hello..."

Tim blinked as he looked down at this stranger. The girl looked to be about the same age as himself. She had light brown hair and grassy dark green eyes. She had very well-tanned looking skin and appeared to have a very small body frame. What truly mattered the most, however, was the way she was dressed.

Tim blinked again.

"Please, can I... can I please come in? It's cold out here," the young girl begged as she shivered in the hallway. Well no wonder she was cold, she was naked! She wore 5 inch heel shoes and a red ribbon around her neck. Her wrists were tied behind her back by even more ribbon, causing her pierced B-cup breasts to jut out. On each of her nipples, she wore gold rings that looked like they couldn't be removed without cutting anything. Her ankles were hobbled together by a third string of ribbon.

"....." Tim simply nodded his head with a dull expression on his face. He used the knife in his pocket to cut the ribbons between the girl's feet and wrists. Afterwards, he help the stranger to her feet and into his apartment. Once they were inside and the door was closed, he motioned for the girl to sit on the couch. Once she did, the young assassin began his questions, "who?"

"Who? Um... Mr. Biggs... he... he told me I had to... I..." the young girl would had probably cried if she wasn't surprised by the question. "That I belong to you, now."

Mr. Biggs... Tim remembered that man as the previous client he worked for. Well... that explained a bit. He took out his cellphone and called his Shihfu. Time for the ol' gun slinger to explain what's going on.

"Hello? Hey, Tim! Did you get the gift, yet?" The aged assassin asked with a chuckle. "Heard she's top-notch material!"

"Shihfu, what the hell?" Tim asked.

"What? I thought you'd appreciate some-"

"What the hell?"

"-some fine pussy every once in a while," the older assassin continued. "You see, I was a bit skeptical when that Biggs fellow wanted to pay in another way. When I first found out what the other payment method was, I immediately thought of you!"

"What the hell?"

"Hey, if you continue the way you do, you'll probably end up like a monk or something. Live your life for once! Have some fun! You're only young once, you know!"

"What the hell?"

"Oh! Gotta go! Duty calls, ya know? Enjoy!"

Click

"....." Tim looked down at his cellphone with an icy glare in his eyes. He set it down on the coffee table for he was tempted to break it. He turned towards the girl whom was apparently his new slave. He turned away and headed out the door, "there's extra clothes in the closet along with ten dollars. If you value your life, stay hidden and don't mention your slave life to anyone."

"Wait, are you kicking me out?" The girl's eyes widened as soon as she heard those words. She immediately got to her feet with a shocked expression on her face.

"You're free. What's the problem?" Tim asked as he looked over his shoulder to regard the girl.

"I... it's just that... please don't kick me out! I've no where else to go!" The girl exclaimed as she grabbed hold of the young assassin's arm. "I can't go back! I have no one to turn to anymore. Please! Your... your master told me this was the safest place I could ever be!"

"What do you mean," Tim asked as he turned around to face the nearly crying girl.

"They... those bastards... I'm sorry, please don't tell them I called them that... but... I'm a wanted criminal because of them! No one'd believe me even if I told them. Even if I leave this room, they'd just find a way to track me down, again. Even worse, they'll punish me because you rejected me. My parents... they're both dead and... and..."

"... do whatever you want!" Tim grunted angrily as he shrugged off the slave girl. He had other business to deal with anyway and none of them involved babysitting. What was his Shihfu thinking?

With that in mind, he walked out the door, slamming it shut behind him. The door was locked shut leaving the strange girl all alone in this new strange place.

"Please... I've no where else..." the slave girl fell to her knees and sobbed.

 
Emma continued, "It wasn't even a rape fantasy – just a full-on brutal rape."

Intrigued by this comment, I asked "Rape fantasy?"

"Yea," she said, "Something like 80% of women admit to having them, myself included."

Content with that explanation, our conversation shifted to more mundane topics about my helping with (doing) her sixth form college project.

Before she went home she suggested that I take her to the local Chinese restaurant  after she finished her college work on Monday evening, and I agreed.

Monday evening rolled around, and Emma and I enjoyed a relaxing dinner at a local diner. As was often the case, we ended up going with her coming back to my place  afterwards to watch a movie. The movie was nothing to write home about, but spending time with my Emma made it worthwhile.

About halfway through the film, Emma excused herself to use the bathroom. Perhaps due to the perverse plot of the movie, my mind instantly hatched a scheme to rape my dearest friend. I rushed into the bedroom, found a roll of sticky tape in the top desk drawer, and stormed into the bathroom. Emma was just washing her hands, and was shocked when the door quickly swung open. I grabbed her wrists, pulled them behind her back, and securely taped them. Emma began to shriek, but stopped when a strip of tape covered her mouth.

In the heat of the moment, I hefted Emma over my shoulder and carried her to her bed, where I threw her down on the mattress. I ripped off her top and jeans, then stepped back to unbutton my pants and admire Emma's body.

She was drop-dead gorgeous, perfectly-proportioned breasts and her slim hips.

Emma tried to take advantage of my pause by running away, but couldn't do much because her hands were bound. I threw her back down on the bed and ripped off her bra and panties. The girl of my dreams was completely naked in front of me!

I reached down and pinched her nipples hard. Then I turned her over and smacked her perfect little arse. I hit her and made her scream out. Her bum turned red.

I turned her back over, and gently smacked her little clit. She winced and blinked at me.

Obviously by this time my cock was hard and I was able to get to work. I grabbed Emma's ankles and pried her legs apart. I rubbed her clit with my cockhead and quickly slid inside her. She was a bit dry so she gasped in pain. Her muffled screams quickly turned to moans as I methodically thrust and withdrew from her sumptuous pussy. Emma's legs wrapped around me and her ankles locked together – I knew I had her on the edge of climax. I fell down on top of Emma, and kissed her neck as I continued fucking her. I ripped off the tape from her mouth.

“Bastard” she yelled. “You are going to rape me aren’t you!”

I again smacked her clit and Emma quickly climaxed,

“Oh Fuck…” she screamed. “Don’t hurt me sir”

But I decided to take my time. I flipped Emma onto her stomach and lined myself up behind her to re-enter her pussy. As I rammed my cock back into Emma, I pressed my thumb against her beautiful rosebud asshole. Emma whimpered as my thumb struggled through her sphincter, and then I could feel her ass bearing down on my thumb. I removed my thumb and replaced it with my index and middle finger, lubricated from Emma's pussy. After sliding them in and out in rhythm with my cock thrusts for several minutes, I knew Emma's ass was ready for something bigger. I withdrew from her pussy and grabbed my cock near the head. Emma widened her knees to spread her ass more, and I pressed at the entrance. Emma whimpered as she struggled to take my cock, but as she relaxed I slid in.

I began pumping deeply. As tight as Emma's pussy had been, her asshole was even tighter, and I knew I wouldn't last much longer. I paused and again smacked her pussy and clit.

“Ah, Oh God, its sooo painful….Fuck. Oh Fuck!” she gasped.

My cock rode into her as I lifted her and straddled her, her feet now off the bed. A dozen or so deep strokes into her arse later, I reached my limit and was about to cum. I pulled out of Emma's ass and rolled her onto her back. I straddled her stomach and started pumping my cock with my fist, and shot my load onto Emma's small hard tits.

I rolled off of her and pulled the tape from her wrists, then lay next to her in the bed. Emma rolled to face me, and looked at me.

"Emma, when are you ready for our normal sex again?”

"I'm still not ready because of my work Steve," she said, words I dreaded to hear. "But you can fucking rape me anytime!" She smiled and kissed me, and we fell asleep in each other's arms.

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I rushed downstairs to wolf down my little brother’s cereal when he wasn’t looking and searched the house for my beloved daddy who was going to take me to work today. I bullied him out of the house and into the car in seconds, the sooner the better; I couldn’t wait to flirt with that new cute apprentice that was working for my dad. My hopes were crushed when the trainee called in sick that day so no flirting for me and without that to keep me busy, I just tinkered with the pens on my dad’s desk until I felt like boredom was going to come up behind me and just strangle me to death. My brain was going to explode when my daddy dropped in to ask me if I could go buy lunch for all the workers which of course I would do. I needed to escape and it wasn’t a bad way to go. I grabbed a twenty on my way out and asked the guys (all in their 30s and 40s, so they were of no interest to me) what they wanted to eat and of course being the manly men they were all said barbeque. I knew exactly which barbeque place they meant too because well this wasn’t my first time getting lunch for the workers.

So to Kate’s barbeque I went. The place was full with the lunch crowd from the construction workers to the stuffy office pencil pushers. After a long wait full with leer grins from the construction worker and bright blushes from the pencil pushers, I finally got to the counter where I quickly made my order just to find out I was a few dollars short. Embarrassment blossomed in my cheeks as I showed the cashier that I just had a twenty but to my great relief, he smiled understandingly as he told me it was alright if I just came back later and paid him then. Gratitude sweeten my smile as I went to wait for my order on one of the back tables, I just kept thinking it was really kind of him to do such a thing for me. With my head resting on top of the table, I gazed at the friendly cashier. He had the lean strong build of a swimmer and a very endearing smile that just made you want to hug him. His stark black hair was cut close to his head but instead of looking brutally dull, it emphasized his vividly blue eyes and made him intensely adorable. I let out a little forlorn sigh as I wonder why I couldn’t get a man like that, good looking and sweet. Even long after I picked up my order and thanked him again, I couldn’t stop thinking about that guy at Kate’s.

After my dad’s shop closed for the night and he was heading home, I told him I was going to hang out at my friend’s house near by and I was going to catch my own ride home so just go on without me. As I was locking up the shop, I decided it was a good time to pay back that charming cashier on my way to Tracy’s house but I had to hurry up because the sun was setting and to be out at night wasn’t a very safe option. I got there just in time as the cashier was closing the drapes and just about to leave. I rushed in and proudly gave him the money that I owed him. He listlessly held the dollar bills in this hand as if he had no idea what in the world it was. Uneasy, I barely tapped his shoulder when his incensed eyes snapped up to mine. He gripped my arms as he glared into my eyes. He snarled as he growled out, “You think you’re so hot, don’t you bitch?!”

 Bewildered I just stared at him blankly. I stuttered, “What the fuck are you talking about?” his eyes drilled into me as his labored breathing brushed my bangs out of my face. “You think just because you’re hot, you can treat men like shit. Well YOU CAN’T!” he roared. This man was fucking insane was the thought was just ran over and over again in my head. “I don’t treat men like shit, I promise.” I whimpered. He didn’t even blink; he just kept on staring at me like I was the lowest piece of crap on earth. He started shaking me in his frenzy, “I know girls like you, prancing around like a goddamn slut in that mini skirt! God you’re just like my girlfriend, always acting like she’s all that.” My knees went weak at the insane fury in his voice as his nails dug even deeper into my arm. His outraged rant went on, “God, How dare she fucking leave me for my BEST FRIEND!!!! I mean after everything we been through, she fucking leaves me for my goddamn best friend.”  I found my voice again to ask him “who the hell is she?”

Before I even finished the sentence, he backhands me with such force I thought my head was going to snap off. All my strength drains down into a puddle at my feet and all that was keeping me from following it down was his remaining hand still holding me with a death grip. Tears from the sting sprang to my eyes as for a second he grew silent. Then without a single warning, I found myself pressed up against the wall with his savage mouth bruising my lips. My hands desperately pounding down on his back as my mind screamed this isn’t how it was supposed to be, my first time is be loving and tender….TENDER!

My scream was muffled by his tongue when I felt his hand urgently mangling my tender breasts. I was gasping and panting from my struggles as he slides his rough tongue down the side of my neck as my breasts were wildly mauled. A disturbing tingle charged my skin as my body begun betraying me. I shut my eyes in shame as I felt the hot liquid of desires seeping through my panties. My mind disgusted with its host, demanded that I struggle harder and stop being such a pushover. But before my body could follow such orders, his hand caressed my swollen clit through my soaked thong and everything in my mind went blank. To satisfy this aching sin hidden within me gained importance. I gingerly buried my fingers in his smooth short hair and slowly began returning his kiss. For a second he froze with shock at my slow but sure change. With both our mouths connected, he carried me to a cleared table and lay me down with my legs limply wrapped around his waist.

Despite my breathy protest, my panties were shoved aside as his hand coaxes my dripping cunt to pour, persuading my heart to race, and goading me to rock my hips. For a split second, I closed my eyes and just took it all in, the scent of his musky sex lingering in the air, the feeling of cold table on my back and a human inferno on top, how terrifying and yet so fucking exciting this all was. My eyes flew open when I felt seven inches of hot rock hard cock on my tummy, I have never wanted anything more then to stop the sweet pain swelling in my tight virgin cunt at the sight of his big fat dick. He teasingly stroked his cock against the pouting lips of my pussy as I laid there whimpering, not knowing what to do just knowing that’s that cock will stop the pain. He moaned as he relish in the feeling of the head of that beautiful cock sliding into my tight cunt but he completely frozen when he felt the only proof of my virginity blocking his path. Self loathing and guilt darken his eyes as he attempts to yanks himself out of me but my legs held him still with his cock still barely in me. Surprised, he stared down just to be enthralled by my needy eyes, unable to believe what was going on. Frustrated and overwhelmed, I laid there panting with tears of desperate passion blurring my vision but baffled about how to stop this excruciating itch. Angry pleas burst forward from my swollen lips as I begged him not to stop but still he stood there his face impassive. I grinded my teeth together as the throbbing ached through me.

 Left with no choice, I screamed at the top of my voice, “You stupid fuck, no wonder she left you for another guy!” It was like watching a dry tree touched by a single spark, one second nothing and then everything ablaze. A roar booms through the room as his furor exploded, his hands pinned me down to the cold table as he mercilessly tore through my hymen and cruelly deflowered me. My body stiffens as the pain dug in but it was lost in the greater sensation of the pleasure of being so complete and the knowledge that I’m not a virgin anymore. My back arched to push more of him into my cock-hungry pussy as a new awareness made me feel every inch of his dick as it surges in and out of me. His pace quicken and the thrusts were nearly violent, my body responded to him by tightening somewhere deep inside of me. My breathing got labored as I felt my body reaching for something I didn’t understand but knew I needed. Digging my nails deep into his back, I felt my cunt tighten on his cock making him force it in me even harder. He went rigid as he lets out a primitive bellow then I felt him shooting his heated seed deep into me. The feeling of him cuming was too much and my body exploded with light as I screamed my own climax.

For a long time, all that was heard was grasps for air from the both of us but too soon an awkward silence shrouded us. He wouldn’t look me in the eye as he angrily wrenches himself out of my embrace and aggregately gets dressed. I just laid there on the table top dazed at what has just happened to me, my skirt flipped up revealing a little puddle of cum under my mewing pussy and my cute little t-shirt dangling around my neck with my breast already starting to show the dark bruises where his hands had been. I trembled with so many raw emotions, feelings of shame and disgust but also of a pleasure that still courses through my blood and of a deep sense of contentment. No more virgin thank you very much. It was absurd to think of such a thing when you just got raped but he stopped and I kind of forced him into me so does that mean I raped him? Oh gosh if he stops and I push him on does it still counts as rape?

I promptly hopped to my feet, a little sated sex bunny, and properly without hesitation, I straightened my clothes. With my mind set, I marched up to the unknown lover who was still bumbling with his belt and tapped his shoulder. Surprised, he snapped his head back to meet my determined eyes, his eyes a mixture of anguished remorse and satiated lust. I boldly demanded to know his name and what does he plan to do now that he has stolen my virginity. Stuttering he clumsily told me his name was Daren and that he’s s-o-o-o sorry about what just happened.

Smiling serenely, I reached out and held both of his hands in mine as I stared deep into his eyes telling it was alright. He searched my eyes for some inner suffering but all he saw was a lovely glow in my smile and slightly wicked eyes which made him bulge in his pant again. The compassion in her eyes made the whole story spill from his lips before he could even stop it. “My girlfriend of three years just up and dumped me for my best friend and I guess it drove me crazy but still that’s not excuse to have……” “Aw, you poor thing.”  “Well it’s just when you walked in with that damn mini skirt and tight shirt; it was like something just snapped in me and I couldn’t stop myself and then I found out you’re a virgin and god…” he paused and took a long breath before he bravely declared, “If there is a baby, I’ll take full responsibility and I swear.”

Nonchalantly I brushed his statement away, “I’m on the pill so don’t worry” “But you’re a virgin, why are you on the pill?” “It helps regulates my periods” “ooooooh” He chuckled nervously. I composedly asked him, “Are you looking for a new girlfriend because as it would seem, you owe me big time buddy.” I cocked my head slightly to the side with a smug grin awaiting his answer. “And this way, I can consider this as our first date instead of what the police would call it.” Add in a bit of blackmail just to guarantee a yes. His eyes widen with shock. I thought to self, you know maybe the blackmail wasn’t such a good idea but oh well, I’m desperate.

Then his face dawn a smile so bright it was almost blinding. “I can’t believe a gorgeous girl like you is still single but it would be my greatest pleasure to cure that.” Bowing he took my hand and placed a sweet gentlemen like kiss on it. And of course me feeling so lady-like I reached down lower and gently stroked his hard on.

 

He never expected to have company on his trips, he made absolutely sure he was alone, and that nobody was going to interrupt him. More often than not, he would find himself fantasizing that he was the one with the girl in the halls of this house, pounding a girl senseless on the cold, unyielding stone floors. But these fantasies ended in a pile of come scarring the stone floors.

But today was different, he didn’t know why, but it felt strange. As he wandered the corridors, he could have sworn several times he heard voices, but he didn’t see any bikes or cars outside the house, so he chalked it up to imagination and went about his business. As he rounded the final corner on his rounds, he came upon a rather eccentrically dressed young girl, who was in the final throes of masturbation. Elliot mumbled out an apology and jogged past her, but not before sneaking a peak. The girl looked up and gasped, before fumbling with her skirt and standing up.

She reached out to him and called out, “Wait, stay, don’t leave. I thought I was alone, but company is always better.” She had adopted a sultry voice along the way, and Elliot knew she was coming onto him. "I suppose, I'd rather be here than wandering randomly around the hallss trying to find something interesting to do. And you can take that as a compliment if you wish, it's about as close as you're going to get to one from me."

His eyes slowly drifted over her, finding he was rather unable to avoid it. The way her skirt hugged her thighs, and the curve of her hips, even the slight dip of her front before blossoming into breasts. He shook his head and focused his gaze on the wall opposite of her, avoiding her gaze.

Her lips twitched into a smirk. He was so ridiculously obvious. She knew he couldn't deny her for long. She was on the verge of an orgasm when he came upon her, and she needed somebody to finish it. He would do just fine, perhaps this was her chance. She crawled towards him on her hands and knees. Once she reached him she straddled his legs but didn't bend at all but kneeled over him so he had to look up at her to see her face and in his direct line of vision were her well shaped breasts. “Stop lying and just give in lust for once to in your life." She rolled her hands over his stomach and chest, molding them to fit the shape of his muscles. The only thoughts in her mind were of the two of them, covered in sweat, thoroughly enjoying the pleasure they were causing each other.

Elliot fought off a smirk and adopted a slight scowl, staring up at her. He couldn't help it though. His eyes traveled down from her eyes, lingering where her neck met her shoulder, longing to run his tongue along her collar bone. His eyes traveled further, until he was looking straight forward, Lilith's voluptuous chest poised directly in his line of sight.
            He forced his eyes back up to hers, and his scowl disappeared, "Why should I just give in so easily?"

"Because you want to. It's simple." She replied seductively. She bent over him, pressing her breasts into him, so she could press her lips against his neck without having to sit down. She ran her tongue over his skin without any intent on pleasure, only a tease.

Elliot pulled his hands from his pockets and gripped her neck, pushing her away from him, and looking her square in the eye. "If this is going to happen, it will happen my way, and my way only." He leaned in, pulling her closer, still gripping her neck, and brushed his lips over hers briefly. His second hand came out of his pocket and passed along her back, over her lower back and onto her ass, gripping her and bringing her closer.

 He stretched out his legs, allowing her to easily straddle his waist. He could see she liked it brutal, so he kept his hand around her neck, not squeezing too tightly, as he leaned in to suck, bite and run his tongue all along her neck where it met her shoulder. After the first few moments, he released her neck, and pushed that hand underneath her shirt, resting just below her ample chest, waiting for her to make the next move.

She was perfectly willing to comply. Usually, she wasn't willing to play by someone else's rules, but she had a feeling that if she did so this time it would benefit her more than if she argued. It didn't take long before she was completely overcome by arousal from his rough handling and pleasuring kisses. She breathed deeply to keep herself from getting too excited but it was growing more and more difficult.
            Her hands ran down his back and slipped underneath the hem of his shirt. She wrapped the fabric around her fingers and attempted to pull it up over his head. She always like feeling someone's bare skin more than feeling their clothes. There was something pleasurable about the heat that's exchanged between two bodies.

Elliot bared his teeth and bit the nape of her neck roughly, his left hand squeezing her ass and pulling her closer while his right hand slipped up and took a handful of her ample chest. When he felt her hands tugging at the bottom of his shirt, he pulled his hands away from her body and raised his arms, still sucking and running his tongue along her neck, stopping only briefly as his shirt passed over his head. Instead of returning to her neck, he pressed his mouth against hers, and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer and up, so she was forced to look down in order to keep her lips against his.

Her hands cupped his face, deepening the kiss. From there her hands slithered down his body and rested on his thighs. The more this continued the deeper her breathing became.    She desperately wanted him inside her, to feel pleasure the way it was meant to be felt, but she knew he wouldn't rush things. Anticipation was part of the fun.

Elliot fought back a groan, pushing his tongue past her lips and wrapping it around hers, his hands snaking underneath her shirt. While his left hand took a handful of her chest, much like before, his right hand gripped the hem of the shirt and pulled it up, but he didn't do very well, as he was slightly distracted. He wasn't too distracted, however, to know exactly what his left hand was doing, as he pulled at her distended nipple, twirling it between his fingers and squeezing the entire breast roughly as he bit playfully at her bottom lip.

            She moaned quietly as her arousal grew from his treatment of her firm breasts. She couldn't wait any longer, she would have to move things along herself. Her hands, which were already on his thighs, moved to meet on his belt. While she kissed him she pulled the leather out of the buckle and pulled it out of the loops. She tossed the belt aside and her hands came back to the same place to unbutton and unzip his pants.

Elliot broke the kiss and glanced down at his hands. When he had successfully ascertained that she really was doing what he thought she was doing, his eyes lifted to meet hers, and he pressed his lips back to hers in lust, shifting his weight to give her better access. He interrupted her progress briefly to lift her shirt off over her head, again breaking the kiss before returning his mouth to hers, wrapping his tongue around hers and grasping one of her breasts in each hand, squeezing and kneading them in order to increase her arousal.

            She groaned louder, trying to make her hands work at a faster pace, but of course she was just more distracted so her hands were fidgeting without reaching their purpose immediately. Eventually she had his pants undone and was trying to slide them off his hips. She lifted her weight off of him so he could lift himself up and let her pull his pants down. Elliot did just that, lifting his hips up, somehow without releasing his hold on her firm chest or breaking the kiss. He did, however, withdraw his tongue from her mouth and break it voluntarily, leaning down and running his tongue along her collar bone, relishing in the shivers that ran up and down his spine.
            He felt the cold air of the hallway immediately, and gasped as his bare ass hit the cold stone floor, but the shock was gone immediately as he felt the warmth spread from her body pressed against his. The heat that she loved so much passed between their bodies, thrilling her with its warmth. He was now completely naked and she was scantily clad in only a short skirt. She unbuttoned it herself and slipped it off her thin body so now she was wearing nothing but her leather boots that came up to just below her knee.
            She straddled him again, her body pressing against his and kissing him. Her hands dropped down to his hips and started to lightly massage his distended appendage.

Elliot gasped slightly at the sight of her completely bare body, and his 'appendage' grew, when he saw she still bore the leather boots, until it was hard as a rock. He moaned very lightly, almost unheard, as her thin hands wrapped around it, and he jerked upwards towards her body.
            He snaked his right hand around her back, keeping his left hand in place, and pulling her closer to him, her chest and his hand pressing into his own chest. When she was close enough, Elliot's hand came around her front, and delved low, snaking a finger up and inside of her. He kissed his way up her neck and over her chin, pressing his lips against hers and waiting for her reaction.

            She gasped as he pushed a finger inside of her. Blood rushed through her body to create a warming sensation. He hadn't moved much, but just the initial entrance was enough to get her completely aroused and her mind completely in the gutter. She wanted him to move around inside of her, so she changed what she was doing to him in order to entice him. Her hands had been massaging him lightly, but now she moved them up and down the shaft in a rhythmic pace.

            Her torso started to roll as she tried to match his rhythm and thrust her hips against his finger. Her hands quickened their pace with long strokes that covered his entire shaft. Every time she reached the tip she tightened her top finger and thumb so they would brush over the head. She was never good at multi-tasking because she always got easily distracted. Between pleasuring him, kissing him, and her own pleasure, she could barely handle it all. But thinking about it all at the same time was incredibly arousing.     Elliot stopped kissing her soon after he started, then ran his tongue along her jaw line up to her ear. He pulled his finger out of her, pulling his hand up to her neck and gripping it tightly. He knew she would like it, so he wasn't worried about hurting her, for now. He pulled her head closer and ran his tongue around her ear lobe and whispered, "I want inside of you, now". His voice was rough, and he made sure it was to make sure she knew he meant business.
            He rocked his hips forward, and sighed as the head of his member slipped inside of her. As his hips fell back, he slipped back out and was once again at the mercy of her hands, but he knew he had planted a seed of an idea in her mind, and it wouldn't be long now.  Her entire body shuddered with pleasure the moment he entered her. But it was so short that she was left wanting more. If that was his intent then it worked perfectly; she wanted more, and she wanted it now. But she wasn't going to beg for it, she liked to think she had more class than that. She'd make him want her as much as she wanted him that moment.
            She cast him a mischievous glance before lowering her mouth down to his tool. She held it in her hand as her tongue grazed the tip. She licked all the sides, starting at the base and moving up slowly towards the head. Every so often she'd look up at him to see his reaction.

            Elliot shifted his arms and hands so he could still massage her chest. One hand rested on her ass, just below her waistline, and the other did as it should, squeezing and teasing her breast and nipple. His head tilted back and his mouth opened. He tried to keep his eyes open, but failed miserably, and they clenched shut, and a moan escaped his mouth.  After a few moments of staring at the inside of his eyelids, his eyes snapped open and he looked down into her eyes, lust the dominant emotion. The hand that was currently assaulting her chest moved to the back of her head, and took a handful of her hair, roughly. He groaned as he pushed down on the back of her head, forcing his cock deeper into her mouth. He gasped as the head of his member knocked against the back of his throat, and he felt her gag reflex.
            Pulling on her hair, he let it slide out of her mouth, relishing the moment her teeth grazed the length of his shaft. After a few more thrusts, he released her hair and let his hand drop to his thigh, where it squeezed and pushed against the flesh there as his orgasm built.

            Something about the way he liked to control everything turned her on. He even had to have control over how she gave him head. She would have smiled if his dick wasn't inside her mouth. Even though he let go, she kept going, taking his whole member into her mouth and moving her lips and tongue up and down. She felt it throb against her lips and get harder as she could tell he was getting closer to a climax.

            His hands were uncontrollable by this point. His right hand gripped and tore at his own thigh. He raked his fingers up and down his leg in ecstasy. His right hand still gripped her ass, pulling one cheek away from the other and raking his nails up her back, much like his right hand did to his leg.  He fought against the feeling, focusing his breathing so he could look down at her, open his eyes, and actually speak. "I'm almost there; do you want my spunk down your throat? Or do you want it deep inside of you?" He reached down and grabbed a handful of her hair again when she didn't stop immediately, pulling her off his cock and pulling her face to his, licking his lips. "That was a rhetorical question." He released her head and let her do what she saw fit, for now. His muscles now in control of his big head, he gripped her ass and pulled her closer, bringing her cunt closer to his penis, standing erect and almost visibly throbbing with the amount blood filling the engorged member.

            She knew it was a rhetorical question but she was so caught up in things that she felt the need to answer it anyway. She leaned over and licked at his neck and his ear so she could whisper to it, "I'd prefer you come when you're deep inside me, thrusting deeper until you can't take it anymore." As she whispered this she straddled him and pushed herself onto his cock, and lowered herself so he was forced deep inside of her. This caused her to gasp into his ear at the surprising amount of pleasure she got from it.

The entire time, Elliot had imagined just what it would feel like as his throbbing, hard cock slipped inside of her. Silk? Maybe. Something better? Possibly. But when he felt her lift herself bodily over him, and the head of his member slip between her silky lips, he gasped in even greater ecstasy than before.
            At first he thought it wouldn't get better. Then he felt her body engulf him, and he grunted and moaned harder than ever before. His hands traveled up and down her back. One finally came to rest on her lower back, and the other to grip the back of her neck. He dug his fingers into her neck, knowing she would relish in the pain, and purposely squeezing harder. He wasn't one to speak during sex, but he couldn't help it, simply moaning the word 'Yes' into her ear.

            She loved the pain; it drove her forward. Something about mixing the pain from his nails with the intense pleasure she felt created an incredible stimulus for her imagination to run wild. She thought of all the things they could do together, all the positions they could experiment with. The possibilities seemed endless. She raised and lowered her body over him, creating friction between herself and his pulsing member. Her breathing grew incredibly shallow from the pleasure and the exercise. Every time she rose her back arched so his cock would brush past the most pleasurable parts of her pussy. She bit her lip to keep herself quiet, but she couldn't hold back the moans of pleasure.
            A wondrous sensation emanated from her cunt, pulsing through her entire body in waves. It started to grow until it was over powering her, controlling her actions. She knew the feeling would intensify if she quickened her pace, so she did just that, thrusting faster onto him and by default harder. Everything grew too intense for her to handle gracefully; through her moans words could be vaguely understood such as, "Fuck" and "Oh god". She was losing control of her body, the pleasure clouding her brain, and it seemed she was running on autopilot and allowing her instincts to take control.

            Elliot groaned into her ear, still pinning her head against his shoulder. When she quickened her pace, a startlingly loud moan escaped from his mouth, quite unexpected. He released his grip on her neck and lowered it to just opposite his other hand. He timed it carefully, pulling on her ass, forcing his cock deeper inside of her every time she rocked forward. He could feel her manipulating the movements to attain maximum pleasure, and he had absolutely no complaints.

            He could feel her tighten around him, and knew she was getting closer and closer as every second passed. As her pace quickened and he could feel her pelvis pound against his. His hands pulled harder on her, rocking faster to meet her motions. He could feel his own climax building, liquid fire spreading upwards through his member and spreading throughout her inner walls. He ventured a glance down, reveling in the site of his penis disappearing inside of her. Soon, his eyes drifted upwards, and relished the site of her firm chest bouncing in time with the rest of her body.

            The feeling was sending her into convulsions; her whole body trembled with every movement. She felt the waves of heat penetrate her small body until she was shaking all over. Her back was arching more than it was before and she kept moving faster and faster before she knew she would pass out from exhaustion. She couldn't control herself at all. Her arms reached out and clawed at his back and legs, darting in every which way so she could relieve some of the built up tension. She was practically screaming now, unable to hold back and quiet herself. If they weren't in a completely deserted part of the grounds she would be worried someone would hear her. But being found out was the least of her concerns now. The only thing she was thinking about was how much she desperately wanted to climax. She was so tantalizingly close; she could feel herself about to peak.

            Elliot's body mimicked her reactions, though his were slightly less obvious. Shivers ran up and down his spine as his orgasm came even closer. He tried to push deeper into her, though he thought he had already gone as deep as possible. Despite this, the only thing that entered his mind at the moment was pushing deep inside of her with the one goal of splitting her in half. He grunted and moaned, jerking inside of her, wishing she would climax so he could feel her clench around him, giving him the release he so desired.

            His wish came true. Her climax reached her with an overwhelming shudder. Her whole body shook with the pleasure as it came. She kept moving through it, bringing her orgasm to new heights with ever thrust. She threw her head back and stifled her moans as much as she could, though that was very little. Her insides clenched around him as the muscles contracted. Even as they did so she felt more pleasure. She kept moving, despite her post coital exhaustion, hoping his climax was near.

            Elliot reached a heightened sense of ecstasy as her insides clenched even tighter around his engorged cock, pushing him well over the edge. He gasped and moaned in her ear, feeling the contents of his testicles empty, flowing up and out of his member and erupting deep inside of her, he gripped her hips and stopped her movements, making sure he was as deep inside of her as possible. He gasped as he felt himself come, and let out the breath he didn't realize he was holding just as he finished. He held onto her hips, holding her close until her orgasm subsided and he regained control of his motor functions. He looked up at her and pushed his lips against hers roughly for a few moments, then broke it and leaned his head back against the wall.

            She was still breathing heavily so it took a while for her lungs to catch up with her. Sex was exercise after all, so it was expected that she would be out of breath after that. She looked at Elliot and grinned, pleased at what they had just done. A small laugh came from behind her lips as she thought of how much he had surprised her. She leaned over and kissed him one more time. "That was better than I expected." She said flirtatiously.  After her lips pulled away from his she got off of him and lied down on the cold stone floor beside him. She wasn't much for cuddling and she was perfectly aware that this was just fucking, no love or passion in it. No strings attached. She half expected him to get up and leave, but she didn't quite feel up to it yet.

            Elliot planted his hands against the stone below him, pushing himself to his feet. He felt his arms shake from the effort, but he managed well enough. When he successfully stood, even his legs shook, so he stabilized himself against the wall. He looked down at her prone, naked form and nodded slightly. She was right, it was better than he expected.
            He hadn't expected her to be so tight. She was so willing to fuck him, he expected her to be wide open and rather cavernous, but he was surprised to find she was tight as hell, which felt amazing. He shook off the feeling and rolled his neck and shoulders, feeling his spine crack. He gathered his clothes and quickly dressed himself, prepared to simply walk away from the situation that had just occurred.
            Mentally, he already had. It had happened, but he wouldn't let it control his life. It was good, but he wasn't going to ponder the act for weeks to come. It was simple. They had fucked, and they had fucked hard, but now they were simply strangers again. And she would get nothing more than that out of him anymore. Elliot clenched his jaw and thought to himself, I'll make sure of that. He didn’t understand why he was such an asshole sometimes. He should get her name, and her phone number. Call her sometime, develop a relationship, but he knew somewhere in the back of his mind that she was just a slut, and all she wanted was a cock inside of her, one way or another. So Elliot walked away, throwing a look of contempt at the girl he had just fucked. The girl he had fucked without learning her name.

 

“So where do you two delinquents want me to drop you off at?”

 

“Ooo, we’re not going back home mister.  We’re going back to your house to smoke this!”  They both started giggling again.

 

“I guess that’s fine with me, but stop calling me mister.  My names Dave.”

 

            We pulled into my driveway and the girls followed me closely up to my door giggling the whole way.  I opened the door and let them in and told them to make there selves at home.  They asked where the bathroom was and I pointed them in the direction.  They took their backpacks with them and scuttled to the bathroom giggling again.  I swore these two never stopped giggling.

 

            I sat down on my couch and grabbed a good smoking movie.  I decided with Half-Baked.  I then got out a 24 pack of Coors and some chips because I figured if we  were going to get fucked up we might as well do it right.  I had already finished two of the beers by the time the girls came out.  I nearly busted a load as soon as I saw them.  First I saw Sara.  She was wearing a very low cut halter top.  I like to keep house cold so you could see her nipples right through the thin fabric since she was visibly wearing no bra.  She was also wearing a very short pair of booty shorts that showed off her ass pretty nicely.  Then there was Becca.  Becca was wearing the same kind of halter top as Sara but a different color.  She too was wearing no bra so I could see her nipples too.  On the bottom though, she wore a VERY tight pair of short shorts.  The kind you see volleyball players wearing.  It hugged her plump ass just right and it made it look even more wonderful.  Since they were so tight I could easily tell she wasn’t wearing underwear.  I thought I was in heaven.

 

            The girls sat on either side of me; Sara to my left and Becca to my right.  I got up and put the movie on and threw them each a bear.  I sat back down and started rolling the Philly.  10 minutes later, or so,  I was done and we began to smoke it.  Since it was a full dime bag it was a pretty fat blunt so there was a lot to smoke.  We each got about 4 or 5 hits off of it.  By the end of the movie we had all finished off the beers and were all feeling a little fucked up.  I yawned and lifted my arms and the girls saw that as there opportunity to be flirty so they started tickling me.  I decided to flirt back so I started tickling back.  I stood up and started to drunkenly stumble  to my room to run from them.  I heard a thump and I turned around to see Becca lying down on the floor.  Me and Sara started to laugh like morons but we continued to stumble to my room. We got in and she shut the door behind us. 

 

“Hmm, so why did you decide to lead us here Mr. Dave?”

 

“Honestly?  This was the only place I could remember how to get to.”  And we both began to laugh again.  All of a sudden Sara stopped laughing and she walked up to me and put her hands around my waste.  She got on her tip toes and kissed me passionately on the lips. 

 

            She pushed me back so I was sitting on the edge of my bead.  She straddled me and we continued to kiss.  She lifted my shirt off and threw it on the floor.  She ran her nails up and down my chest as we made out.  I felt her tongue probing in and out of my mouth like a pro.  Boy did I love this girl.  She then got off of me and pushed me down so I was laying flat on the bed with my feet still on the floor.  She took my pants and boxers off and got a face full of my 8’ cock.  She kissed the tip of it.  Very softly.  Then began to lick up and down my shaft.  Kissing the top of it again every now and then.  She than pushed her  hair back and took the whole thing.  I was amazed she could deep throat all of me. She picked up pace and began to play with my nut sack.  She was going down on me like a fiend. 

 

            After about 15 minutes or so of this I thought I was going to explode right down her throat.  She must of noticed my balls tensing up because  she immediately stopped and stood back up and pulled off her top exposing her voluptuous breasts to me.  You have to believe me when I tell you this, but these were the biggest and perkiest and most beautiful set of tits I had ever seen in my life.  She held them in her hands and began to pinch her nipples.  She then jiggled them up and down and asked me if I liked them.  I just nodded.  She than told me that I should back up on the bed.  I obliged of course.

 

            She crawled up on to the bed with me (shorts still on) and began to suck me off again.  After she got my dick as hard as granite she sat up and moved up a little on me so that my dick was right between her tits.  She than began to jerk me off with her humungous tits.  I couldn’t believe how lucky I was having this 16 or 17 yr old cheerleading catholic girl whack me off with her titties.  I could of died right there.  She had a look of ecstasy on her face, letting me titty fuck her like the slut she was.  I couldn’t contain myself any harder so I blew my load.  Globs and globs of my sticky white cum landed all over her.  In her hair, on her face, on her tits.  I don’t remember the last time I had cum that hard.  She started to wipe it off her face and tits with her hand and lick it off. 

 

“Well it looks like you made a mess on me Dave!  I guess I’m gonna have to go and take a shower cause I DEFINATLY can’t go home like this, can I??  Why don’t you go find Beecca and see what she’s doing.  Maybe she is awake now.”  She winked at me and then pranced off into the hall way.  So I took her suggestion and went off to look for Becca…

My desire for you pulses through me, a heat I cannot control or contain. Pulling you up, I flip open your belt with my free hand. As we kiss I undo the buttons on your jeans and unzip your fly. Kissing down your jaw line and onto your neck, you wrap your hands around me and whisper with a sigh, “You don’t have enough time.” I quickly spin so that I’m behind you. Moving your hair away from your neck, I begin to kiss it again. “I have to feel myself in you, I need you.” I begin to raise your shirt. The bathroom mirror in front of us reflects our every move as we look into it. I push your shirt and bra above your breasts and run my hands up and under them, brushing your hard nipples with my thumbs. Leaning you backwards, causing your back to arch and your breasts to thrust forward, I run my right hand down over your stomach as my left continues to covet your tits as I gently bite your shoulder.

My hand dips below your thong and I trace my fingers along your slit a few times, your pussy wet with excitement, lips parted, I dip my middle finger in and give it a few thrusts. Withdrawing I hook my thumb on your underwear and slide them down along with your jeans till they fall till your knees. Looking into your eyes through the mirror, I drink in your beauty, which only feeds the fire within me. I push you forward and you grab hold of the countertop, your breasts resting just about it. Cock in hand, raging with lust, I move behind you and run it along your pussy lips, soaking it with your juices. Unable to hold myself back, I start to push it in, slowly forcing it into your tight hole, inch my inch. Finally with a forceful thrust I burry’s myself all the way in. I pause for a moment, enjoying the feeling of being inside of you, your tight pussy gripping my cock like a vice, bathing it in your warm and juices. I begin to thrust and you try not to moan as all that stands between us and the rest of the family is the bathroom door. I rub my hands up and down your back, stopping though when your father calls out ‘Time for dinner!’

Regretfully I pull out and try and jam my hard cock back into my pants as you pull up your pants and we laugh a little before heading out for dinner. After dinner, you tell your parents that we are going downstairs to watch a movie and they just smile and begin to clean up the kitchen. You run off to change first, returning in a beautiful skirt with a button-up top. As you put the movie in, I lay down on the sofa and you come and join me after you finish, pulling a blanket over us.

In a second we’re all over each other again, anxious to finish what we started in the bathroom that was prolonged by dinner. As we continue to lie spooning on the sofa, you pull out my cock again and stroke its full length as I unbutton your shirt, pleasantly surprised that you’re not wearing a bra. I begin to run my hands over your stomach and tits again, gently rolling your nipples between the length of my fingers.

“I’m not wearing panties either.”

I moan as I flip up your skirt and begin to tease you, running my hands along your inner thighs.

“I want you to fuck me now!”

I move you so that your face down on the sofa below me, your breasts pressed into the soft material, your legs slightly spread. Above you, I push my cock down between your legs and move it till the head is just inside your pussy. Holding on to the arm of the sofa I thrust, sinking myself completely into you. You let out a loud moan, which the movie hopefully covers and arch your back again as I continue to thrust. I increase the pace and sneak a hand under you to play with your clit as my dick slides in and out of you, hitting your g-spot as I go. I feel you pussy clamp down and a flood of juices as you bite into the couch to stifle your scream as you cum.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum to.”

“Do it in my mouth!” you pant.

Pulling out and jumping up I move around to the end of the sofa as you flip over and hang your head over the arm of the couch, mouth open and eagerly waiting. Giving myself a few strokes I slide my cock into your mouth and straight down your throat. Grabbing one of your breasts, my free hand locks with one of yours as I thrust a few times and finally unload, the damp feeling and your throat muscles coaxing every ounce out of me, my body going tense.

Sitting back down on the sofa you hop into my lap and I brush the hair out of your face and brush your cheek with my thumb.

“Wanna go again?” you ask…

 

Alicia was a slightly heavyset 16 year old girl whose parents were known to be very religious and uptight. Despite her parents’ beliefs, Alicia had something of a seductive and sensual manner about her that I immediately sensed and liked. During my guitar lessons I was pleased to find that she didn't mind sitting close to me and sometimes her leg rubbed mine. When she leaned forward to demonstrate a playing technique I could often see down her blouse and get a good view of her unusually large boobs. Entranced by sight of her boobs and the lacy bras she wore, I soon developed a crush on her that I had trouble hiding.

 

Alicia’s home basement had been outfitted with guestroom so that’s where we spent our lesson time together. The guestroom was isolated and quiet so the music disturbed no one in the house above. Even so, we were often completely alone down there for hours because her mother was usually away from home in the afternoons. I always felt a secret thrill at being alone with an older girl in a quiet room equipped with a bed and I sometimes fantasized about her on it.  The views of Alicia’s boobs and the touch of her leg during my lessons only added to my secret thrills and fantasies.

 

We often chatted alone together after my lessons. Since I was a few years younger than her I never imagined that Alicia would be sexually interested in me or shared any of my fantasies, but, to my complete surprise, on some of our afternoons alone together she gradually began to steer our chats toward sex. It began one day with a few gentle jokes or innuendos but it wasn’t long before we found ourselves indulging in a detailed discussions about sexually related topics. She sometimes talked about the size of her ample boobs and how difficult it was for her to purchase bras. Other times she’d complain about how teenage boys looked at her chest and only thought about one thing (the same thing I often thought about).

 

I thoroughly enjoyed secret chats because I had such a crush on her and being alone with her always made me feel horny. I eagerly looked forward to our afternoons in the basement together although I never dreamed that our chats would ever amount to anything more than talk. All I knew was that I always became very hard but I really didn't care when Alicia could see the obvious bulge in my pants. In fact, I wanted her to see it to show her my reaction to her sex chats. To my delight, she sometimes glanced at my waist and then smiled at me when I caught where her eyes had been roaming.

 

One afternoon when the guitar lesson was finished our chat got a bit more heated than usual. Somehow she got us talking about wet dreams, sperm and ejaculation and we both became ever more excited as we chatted. The topic was interesting for both of us. She admitted she’d never actually seen a penis or an ejaculation and believed just a few tiny droplets of sperm were ejaculated during orgasm. I shook my head and tried to convince her otherwise by telling her that several large squirts came out followed by smaller ones.

 

She was fascinated and when she asked me if I ever had wet dreams my face turned very red. I could hardly believe what Alicia was asking me but I stuttered and admitted to her that I’d had several sexy wet dreams recently and I even made a point of telling her the result hadn’t been just a few tiny droplets. She stared at me and asked me what was the cause of wet dreams. I replied that I couldn’t control when they happened, they just happened. Sexual fantasies just jumped into my dreams and the next thing I knew there’d been an explosion of sperm big enough to require changing the sheets on my bed.

 

That made her giggle and blush a bit but she still managed the nerve to ask me what kind of fantasies would cause me to ejaculate. Bashfully, I told her fantasizing about naked girls would do it, among other things. She smiled at me, giggled and muttered that my fantasies could be easily arranged if I wanted.  I was so mesmerized by what she was hinting that didn't bother to try to hide the huge bulge in my jeans as we talked. Alicia’s eyes were frequently glancing toward it and lingering there. And around that time I began to detect a faint musky aroma I’d never smelled before. Believe it or not, I could actually smell the scent of her pussy getting hot and wet from beneath her skirt (although I didn't recognize it as such at the time).

 

She continued by asking me if I’d like to see an actual a naked girl. I was so astonished by her question I hardly knew how to respond but I managed the presence of mind to nod and croak “yes” in response. My heart was pounding and my throat was getting dry at where this conversation was going. We were alone in her basement and Alicia was strongly hinting that I was about to get to see a real naked girl.

 

Alicia got up and locked the basement door, sealing us even more securely from the rest of her already deserted house. When she came back to the couch she asked me if I’d promise to keep secret what was going to happen next. I nodded and then she wasted no time in beginning to remove her clothing. I could hardly believe what was happening as she stood in front of me and unbuttoned her blouse, exposing the lacy bra that restrained her ample boobs. Then she smiled at me as she unfastened her skirt and wriggled her hips, quickly dropping it to the floor. I was so entranced by the sight of her in her underthings that I could hardly breathe. She continued to shed her clothing and soon was standing totally nude in front of me. Her enormous boobs were bare for me to see along with her pussy and everything. She smiled and then strutted around in front of me with her hands on her hips as if to reveal all the details of herself for my inspection.

 

Then she sat on the couch next to me and told me I should show her my penis so she could play with it and see for herself how much sperm it could ejaculate. I was totally astonished by her request because I could hardly believe my 16 year old guitar teacher was asking to play with my penis. Even though we were alone in her basement guestroom I was still a bit nervous about taking my clothes off in her house. But I felt so horny I was eager to do anything she wanted and I certainly wasn't going to pass up this opportunity. We didn't have much time before my mother arrived but the risk of getting caught only added to the thrill we were both feeling. 

 

I was so intoxicated by the sight of her that I was as hard as I'd ever been in my life. After shucking off my shoes I unbuttoned my jeans and quickly stripped them off. She leaned forward and helped me pull my briefs down, allowing my boner to spring quickly out point straight up at the ceiling. I was still a bit red faced with embarrassment but her eagerness soon caused me to forget any modesty.

 

She kneeled down on the floor and touched my stiff tool while grinning seductively at me. There was an eager twinkle in her eyes as she explored my rod with her fingers and palms while complimenting me on its length and hardness. My balls were swollen and bulging and I was completely lost in the pleasure of her loving touch while she toyed with them.

She began stroking me and for the next few minutes her eyes remained locked in rapt fascination on my quivering boner. Then, to my total surprise, she leaned over and inserted my cock head in her mouth, licking it and sucking on it while continuing to grip the base with one hand. She was clearly awkward and inexperienced at giving head but I didn’t know the difference at the time. She wasted no time rolling her tongue around on it and smacking her lips and all. She turned her head to smile at me while she sucked and I could see her cheeks bulge from the cockhead inside her mouth.

 

As you could imagine, the sensation of Alicia’s mouth was beyond belief. The warmth and wetness were far more exciting than solo masturbation and the pleasure she delivered was too great to control. I lasted only a short while before I tensed up and involuntarily quivered before getting ready to blow my load. I tried to pull out of her mouth so she could watch but she wouldn't unclamp her lips. There was no choice but to blow in her mouth and so that's what I did. Bright lights exploded in my head and spams of pleasure radiated from my groin into the whole of my body. My hips bucked and I groaned as I cut loose streams of warm cum.

 

Perhaps she really believed just a few small drops were going to dribble out but I proved my point by squirting my load into her mouth very quickly. I feared Alicia would screech and quit when the flood hit her but instead she tried to swallow my sperm. I could feel her gulp madly but she couldn't keep up it. She gagged and coughed, sending the rest of my squirts onto her face and chest. When I was finished pulsing she looked up at me with a puzzled grin on her face as strands of my cum hung from her lips and chin down to my cock.

 

We were both breathing heavily and I was in complete ecstasy from the vast pleasure of my first true blow job delivered by my horny guitar teacher. I’d loved the sensation of cutting loose into something other than a towel or wad of tissue paper. She was really quite a tiger rather than just a modest high school girl. She knelt there, nude, while trying to scrape the rest of my sperm from the inside of her mouth with her tongue. A few stray drops were dripping from her boobs onto her belly.

 

After a moment, she asked "Does that much always come out?" and I nodded to her wearily. She smiled back at me and squeezed my sagging boner with her right hand, giggling as more jizz spilled out. She worked it between her fingers muttering “That was so cool” as she surveyed the mess on her boobs, her hands around my deflating cock.

 

We got up and used the guestroom sink to clean ourselves up with warm water and paper towels. It felt odd for both of us to be standing together naked in front of the bathroom mirror like a couple who’d been married for years. We didn’t have much time for modesty, though, because my mother might arrive at any moment. She cleaned my sperm off her chin, as if such events were commonplace, before checking the mirror to make sure there were no stray strands hanging from her hair. Finally, we inspected the couch to make sure there were no stains or wetness where I’d cum. By this time my cock had completely softened and was dangling to and fro as we replaced our clothing and confirmed there was no visible evidence of our fun.

 

 

            I walked up to the door, jiggled the handle. Locked? I knocked loudly but nothing. Maybe, for some odd reason he wasn’t home yet. Not to worry, the back door was usually unlocked just for this type of incident.

            Starting around the side of the house, I heard a sound. Looking in the window I saw it. I had always wondered what my brother did between the time he got out of school and the time I got home, and there it was, clear as day.

            I couldn’t believe what I was seeing! There was my younger brother sliding up and down on his best friend’s cock. His best friend, Phil, was lying on my brothers bed, head towards the window, as my brother, Jim, quite overtly, was rear mounted on Phil’s member. Worse yet, he was saying things like “I love feeling your hard cock inside me” and “Oh god, fuck my ass.” I knew I should rap on the window and stop this but I couldn’t take my eyes off of this boy’s hard schlong sliding in and out of my brother’s ass. I even found my hand rubbing my growing bulge, as I thought “What is wrong with me?” and “Am I gay, like my brother so obviously is?”

            Then I heard the next noise. This one wasn’t coming from inside the room, but from around the corner. I slowly followed the noise and got my second shock of the day. There our next door neighbor, Cheryl. Cheryl had lived next door for as long as I could remember. We had been friends early on, but had grown apart over the years, but that didn’t stop me from fantasizing. She was the subject of many a wanking session, her smallish tits, tight ass, and even tighter body made me drool just thinking about it.

            There was Cheryl leaned up against the fence between her yard and mine with her skirt around her ankles. She was definitely watching the action through the side window, but now she had other things in mind. I watched frozen as her two fingers plunged in and out of her bare, shaven pussy. With each stroke she moaned a bit more, eyes closed in ecstasy. Her thrusts growing faster and faster, she finally said something that caught me completely off guard (like any of this was expected). “Oh god yes, Adam, fuck my brains out.”

            She was fantasizing about me! For years I had been fantasizing about her and here she was fingering herself and fantasizing of me. Now or never, I walked up to her and replaced her hand with mine and started banging her slowly, relishing my first feel of a girl’s insides. This went on for what felt like forever, but I know that it was just a little while before she realized she wasn’t in control anymore and opened her eyes.

            “Oh god, Adam, I didn’t know.”

            Then she looks down at my very noticeable bulge, and said the words.

            “Adam, fuck me.”

            She didn’t have to say it twice. I dropped my shorts and boxers quite quickly. She gasped as she reached down to take hold of my 8 inch member, placing it in line with her perfect snatch. I fumbled around a bit, pressing my head against her bud, but soon she took control, wrapping her legs around my body. With surprise, I put my hands out to support her miniscule frame, as she lowered herself slowly onto my completely hard unit.

            The warmth was unbearable, tightness ungiving, it was the most incredible thing I had ever felt. After going down a little ways, she rose up again, stopped for a second, then plunged down. With a gasp, she bit her lip.

            “Are you OK?”

            She just nodded with a slight m’hm, so I started to assist her, as the un-imaginable feeling flowed through my body. It took all of my self-control to not cum right there and then.

            As she slid up and down my rod, she just seemed to get tighter, ending in her going completely limp. I had no clue what was going on, just this was the best thing I had ever felt in my life, so I laid her on her back and kept sliding in and out of her as slowly and methodically as I could. My mouth found her perfect, bare tits and I intently nibbled and sucked while going at her.

            She was going nuts, and I was afraid that someone would hear her, so I took her lips in mine. The funny thing was that this was my first kiss. This went on for what felt like ages, then she worked her lips from mine to take a breath, and pant:

            “I’m on the pill; I want to feel your juices flow through me.”

            Hearing this drove me nuts. I just started moving faster and faster to the point you could almost hear my balls slamming her ass. We both came in one last hoorah, falling in a passionate kiss.

            Lying there in a daze, my dick still firmly planted inside my next door neighbor Cheryl, it hit me. We’re lying outside my house on the ground! What if someone saw us in our passion? I snapped back to reality and brought this to my lover’s attention.

            “Let them see us, I don’t care” she said surprisingly.

            “What if my brother saw us? I could be in some big trouble!”

            “I hope his gay ass saw us. Not like he’ll tell, saying that we know what he does with those after school hours. Who do you think your parents would be madder at?”

            This question caught me off guard. Who would they be madder at?

            “In fact, let’s flaunt it. Let’s go to your room and make sure he sees what real men and women do.”

            This could get me in major trouble, but the other head was thinking again, and had taken control without me noticing. I got up, pulling my pants back on, as Cheryl collected her clothes. I watched as she pulled her skirt back up to her hips and her shirt on over her bare titties.

            My plan was to silently move around the house to the back door, move through the house to the front door, and from there catch my brother Noah in the act with his best friend/lover. It was an easy enough plan to pull off, and soon we were standing in the doorway of Noah’s room, looking at the two love birds.

            Having both obviously cum, Phil was spooning Noah with his cock still up my brother’s ass. I gave a little grunt and a salutation, before turning towards my room. Of course before I left, I had to get my brother’s reaction. He jumped out of his skin grabbing for a blanket, and sputtering, trying to make up some sort of excuse. I didn’t want to hear his stupid excuses, I just wanted for him to catch us in the act, so we hurried off to my room.

            Once inside the door it was a carnal mad house. Cheryl threw off her scant clothing as I dropped my pants and threw off my shirt. She sat on the edge of the bed, legs splayed inviting me to ravage her again, and with me easily being hard again, I was more than willing to oblige.

            I had just slid in when my brother came in. He saw us going at it and stopped in his tracks. I looked over at his wide eyed stare, and then got my first glimpse of his cock he was now slowly stroking. It was astounding. I’m pretty proud of my eight inches, but he had to have at least 11, and a thickness that his hand couldn’t close upon. I watched as Phil came up around him, pulling him into a long and passionate kiss. Phil, breaking away, dropped to his knees, licked up and down my brother’s huge shaft. That was when my attention was pulled back to my own agenda.

            “Adam! Fuck me harder! Rock my world! God, it is better when people are watching!”

            Cheryl was going crazy, so I decided to oblige her. Taking my cock out of her aching pussy, I assisted her in flipping her into doggie position, and continued pleasing her from behind. I didn’t know that Phil and Noah had stopped what they were doing until Phil moved in front of Cheryl and put his member in her face. Not surprisingly she took him into her mouth, guiding with one hand, and propping herself up with the other.

            Looking around for my brother, he was nowhere to be seen, and then I felt it; pressure on my asshole, then a sharp pain that resonated throughout my body. Only one thing could’ve happened, but I was so caught up in my fucking, I didn’t stop. The pain relented, and now I could feel it. Every time pulled out of Cheryl’s godly pussy, I was pulling myself onto my brother’s huge rod. This was an insane feeling, once my ass got used to being full to overflowing with meat, it felt as if my dick was getting fucked by both sides!

            I knew I couldn’t take much more of this, and I was right. We soon all came, me in Cheryl’s pussy, Phil in her mouth, and Noah up my ass. I could feel his seed filling my ass. It wasn’t the best feeling, but it sure was intriguing.

           From then on we were all closer. Whenever Noah needed to eat some cock, he’d sneak into my room at night. Every once in awhile, I had the urge to get fucked up the ass, he’d oblige. Later, Noah and Phil entered into a Union, and I married Cheryl. Many adventures came, but I’ll leave those for another story.

    As soon as I was clean I decided to go for it.  I walked into her room, and looked around.  At first site it seemed like a nice girls room until I got through to her underwear drawer.  I first found a few granny panties on top, but they seemed to have never been worn, so I dugg deeper.  I found a plentiful supply of g-strings, thongs, and even 2 dildos.  I was amazed, but then underneath the dildos was a box, that when opened had naked pictures of herself in it.  Poloraids.  There had to have been atleast 25 of them, some with her ex boyfriend also naked, and one was even with a friend of hers.  I took one of the ones of just her, and still have it in my wallet today.  I also took a pair of her underwear that I put on all the time when I think of her.  But anyway, I went over to her computer, logged on, and noticed absolutely nothing.  I did some searches for nude, sexy, boobs, everything like that but came up with nothing.  She had no photos on their I could steal, so I was about to leave but then I got onto yahoo.com and she was signed into her mail already.  I looked up the sent and received items, and saw some video clips.  She has 4 videos each about 10-15 minutes long of her mastrubating.  I was in love for sure.  At that moment I knew I was going to stay in her room for the remaineder of my petsitting.  I quickly got naked and started to play the videos one after another.  I saw her moaning, playing with her dildos, now sitting right by me, and she would rub herself over.  I moaned myself thinking about this and viewing it.  I got onto her bed, and gelt the soft fur blanket smoothly rubbing on me, as I rubbed my throbbing cock.  I went at it until I relieved myself, then instead of putting my clothes on, I wanted to put hers on.  I got out her g string, slipped it on with my penis and balls hanging to the right side of it, slipped on one of her mini skirts, extra mini on me, one of her bras with some padding in it, then a tube top.  I was feeling so sexy, and you could see my penis hanging out from the bottom of the skirt.  I had to take pictures, so I found her camera and took them.

    Everyday went about the same as this, I explored every corner of the room, had copies of all the photos, videos, and eveything.  I even used her dildos in my ass a few times, im bisexual, and loved it.  I was living the high life, but sad it would end the next day.  I had to do something amazing for the last day, something I would always remember.  So that's exactly what I did.  I got all dressed up in her clothes like I did the first day, and went over to her computer and made dvd copies of her movies.  I pulled the 37'' TV into her room and played the dvd's in the background, while I got onto her webcam and started to cyber sex with older guys.  I told them where I was and what I was doing, and they asked if that was her in the video.  I said yea, as I pulled down my skirt and started to dildo myself in the ass.  I had the entire thing recording, and had to have been with atleast 7 or 8 guys that day each saying the exact same thing, each with their cams on also, and one guy even gave me his phone number.  nothing could stop me, I wa naked, throbbing hard, had a porno of my love in the background, and a naked older guy on the screen, and a dildo in my ass.  I had her clothes thrown around, andpictures of her all over the edges of the screen.  Suddenly, I head the garage door directly underneath open.  My heart skipped forward the next 2 hours, and I managed to clean everything and put it all back while gettting my clothes on before anyone got upstairs.  I turned off the television and walked downstairs.  There she was, stairing right at me, and I had a hard one still going, but my jeans covered it fairly well.

    She asked what I was doing upstairs, and I had no idea what to say.  I just said i dont know, then quickly ran out and left.  I got home completely out of breath, and finished cumming.  Thats when it hit me.  I still had a few dozen pictures of me and mini vids on her camera.  I never deleted them.  I couldnt go back now, could I? I decided to wait until that night when everyone is asleep and try to sneak in and delete them.  The camera was on the desk right next to the door, so I might be able to do that if I were silent enough.  I had to go for it, otherwise I would be screwed.  

    That night I got up about 2 in the morning and went over to their place and walked in through the backdoor.  I slowly walked past the parents bedroom and up the stairs to hers.  The door was closed and the light was off, so I was in luck.  I slowly opened the door and walked inside very silently.  As soon as I was inside the light turned on, and there she was butt naked on her bed just waiting for me.  I was in complete shock, and she just asked me simply :Do you know how I knew?".  I was still in shock, but was able to mutter, was it the camera?  She looked at me in surprise and said no, there were a few others though.  Three of my pictures have cum on them, I am missing my favorite pair of undies, and most importantly you emailed yourself the videos and didn't delete the email.  Busted, but then why was she naked? Would I get laid tonight? The answer would soon cum...

Stay tuned for part II....

if you liked this please email me at partycorey@gmail.com and tell me so, so I know whether or not to write more.  This one is completely true though. 

I favored the dark-haired beauties, but, of course, never turned away a good prospect, blonde, red-haired, or whatever color of hair. I suppose I had to give priority to one type or I would have been so distracted by the little ladies around me, I never would have been able to do my work. I seemed to have a magic touch or even an aura that enabled me to proceed to my erotic goals with little impediment.

I recall one day when I was just twenty, I cut out a young blonde girl, thirteen year old Amanda Harkley. All the adults were rather busy with the bandstand and food tables. I was interested in only one thing and that was getting a naked female body pressed against my own and that body would belong to none other than Amanda. I had been warming this young girl up for several weeks, while my immediate needs were being taken care of by another little filly. Young Amanda believed that I was about fifteen, and I never told her otherwise.

Anyhow, we were in a shady grove, hidden from view of any casual passer-by. I already had my hands inside her clothing. She was becoming hot, displayed by the sheen of sweat on her flushed face. My busy fingers were gradually bringing her to her first virginal orgasm.

"Oh lord, Bobby, I have never felt like this before!" she gasped.

"Darling, all I wish is to bring you pleasure and excitement," I whispered into her ear.

My lips sucked on her earlobes between deep probing kisses on her soft, sweet lips. I had already eased a few of her buttons opens and could see a pert nipple awaiting my lips as soon as I had loosened her garments more completely.

"Ohhhh, yessss, Bobby dear!"

I was amazed that Amanda was so responsive to my touch. That always made everything so much easier. The faster they came, the closer I was to having my own needs fulfilled.

I could feel her young body begin to writhe against mine. Amanda was already in a fog created by her impending orgasm. I undid more of her apparel, exposing more of her naked flesh to my eyes, to my hands and mouth. I finger was hooked into her vagina as my thumb expertly massaged her engorged clitoris.

"Oh, Bobby! Oh Bobby dear! Oh! Oh! Oh yes!" Amanda moaned as the thrill of her climax surged through her slim, young body.

I eased off on my finger work between her legs, and began to suck on her exposed nipples. I did not allow her to relax completely, but began to attack her again. Her panting and groaning persisted until I had provided her with a secondary orgasm. Even then, I continued to caress her with soft touches of lips and fingers.

The little lady was pliant in my arms. I allowed her to relax as I held her half-naked body against myself.

"That felt to wonderful," she moaned, her eyes peeking open and a smile appearing on her sweet lips.

"I told you, darling, that you would like it. See, I was right."

"Can we do it some more?"

"Certainly, my beauty. I would be only to happy to bring more pleasure to you. Just allow me to remove my shirt. Loving you is making me so warm."

"I suppose it is only fair," Amanda replied, glancing down with some concern at her own nakedness. She quickly looked at my bare chest, muscular and smooth and I could tell that it was making a good impression on her. The young girl reached over and ran her soft hand across my bare skin.

"I have not seen a man up close like this. I like what I am seeing."

"I would like to see more of you too. Could you take off that dress?"

Amanda looked at me shyly. I leaned toward her and kissed her on the lips.

"Please?"

She stood up and tugged the dress over her head. After laying it carefully on the grass near us, she sat down next to me. I edged closer. Amanda lifted he face to mine, and we began kissing. When I began to touch her bare skin, Amanda responded with her own caresses. Gradually, I exposed even more of her body. As her passion increased, my hands roamed everywhere again. I took one of her hands and placed in my lap, pressing her hand onto the firm bulge inside my trousers.

"Should I touch you there, Bobby?"

"Yes, my darling. It would give me some pleasure if you fondled me too."

We continued onward. As her enthusiasm increased, I loosened my trousers and pushed them down my legs. My naked, erect manhood was quickly in her grip, just as my finger was buried again deep into her wet vagina. Almost by instinct, her small hand began to slide up and down the rigid pole of flesh.

"Don't stop, Bobby! Please don't stop!" she moaned.

I increased the speed of my lewd digital probing. This time I sucked and licked her nipples as soon as I had entered her. Her slim hips rocked against my hand, enjoying our wicked intimacy. Even better, her little hand was tugging my hard penis at the same time. I was becoming rather excited and concentrated my mind on bringing her off in order to delay my own relief.

Once more I skillfully provided the young girl with a double climax. As she calmed down with her near naked body pressed against my own, I could feel her little heart throbbing and her hot breath washing across my neck. She had never lost her own grip my manhood, although her fingers had loosened as she cooled down.

"Would you like to finish me off, darling?" I whispered softly.

"What do I need to do?"

"What you have been doing all along, but let me take my trousers off completely so that they do not become soiled by my release."

"Your release?"

"You'll see."

I reseated myself next to her and invited her to take hold of my turgid organ. Amanda soon pumped it to its full size again and seemed pleased about the reaction her touch was having on me.

"Is this good, Bobby?" she asked shyly.

"Yes, very good. I am starting to feel just the way you were a few minutes ago?

"This makes you feel that good?"

"Oh yes, darling. It does indeed."

I could see a satisfied smile appear on her lips as she continually looked up at my face, obviously taking pleasure at the changes in my expression.

"Now, faster, Amanda. Do it faster!"

I looked at the little hand, barely big enough wrap around the thick circumference of my experienced manly penis. Her fingers slid briskly up and down the veiny shaft.

"Oh!" I moaned in delight. "Oh yes!"

My thick cream began to splatter onto the grass between my legs. Some of the warm juice flowed down her hand and wrist.

"Don't stop yet!" I gasped.

"It's so warm," she noted with some interest as the last of my sticky semen oozed out.

My usual practice was to take a respite and not push on too rapidly to my ultimate goal. I suggested that we return to the picnic area and obtain some refreshment. We carefully dressed and brushed off stray leaves and burs so as not to arouse any suspicion. Her parents were happy to see her strolling innocently along with me tagging behind her. We took some refreshment with them. Soon her parents were again involved in their own adult activities, and within minutes we were out of sight and soon in the copse of trees.

Without much urging, we had divested ourselves of all our clothing. Our warm, naked bodies were clasped closely together. My lips were all over her neck and shoulders and soon found her hardened little nipples. Yet they did not remain too long there, with my tongue fondling the perky nubbins. My lips pressed into her soft belly as my fingers slid up and down her lubricated slit. My mouth brushed against the thin, soft fur above her sex, and I exhaled a deep flow of warm air across her nether lips.

"Ooooo!" Amanda cooed softly, what are you doing to me?"

"You are so tasty, I need to eat you, eat you in a special way that you will enjoy."

"I am ready for just about anything, darling."

Hearing that, I moved lower and began to kiss her inner thighs. As her hand fell softly onto my head, caressing me, I planted my lips on her soft labia.

"Oh! she gasped softly, and her fingers gently combed through my hair.

I began to lick and kiss her more thoroughly, tasting her virginal juices. Amanda parted her legs, encouraging me to continue my tasting of her sex. I replace the finger inside her with my long tongue, lapping her inner pinkness and teasing her engorged clitoris.

Amanda was now tremendously excited and held my head against herself as I brought her off first with my mouth and then with my finger, pumping in and out of her tight vagina. She fell back on the sward as the tension in her body relaxed. As she lay limply on the ground, I lay between her legs with my head resting her soft belly.

"That was so.... so crude," she said at last. "but it was remarkably pleasurable too."

I pressed my lips against her sex again. I kissed her softly and flicked my tongue against her labia.

"Not yet," she said. "I have not recovered myself yet."

I rose and brushed some stray woodland debris from myself, deliberately standing so that my semi-erect penis was near Amanda's face. While I picked off a few dead leaves, I could see her examining me with intense interest.

"Would you like," she asked, "me to use my mouth on you now?"

"Do you want to try that? It would be wonderful, I think."

I shifted a little closer, and Amanda pressed her lips against the head of my penis, bestowing a little kiss. She looked up at me, and I nodded my head approvingly. Soon the young girl was kissing and licking me to full erection.

"Now, suck on it, darling." I instructed.

Without hesitation, she swallowed the head, and the soft slurping sound of her sweet mouth came to me ears. Gently, I rocked my hips back and forth, causing my rigid manhood to slip in and out of her juicy mouth.

"Play with my ball sack, darling.

Her fingers teased my testicles. She put a hand around my butt to hold me to her face. After a few minutes, she stopped and looked up at me quizzically.

"Are you going to squirt into my mouth?"

"I will if you want me to, and, if you don't like the taste, you can spit it out."

"What else could I do?"

"You could swallow it."

Her mouth locked around my penis once again. As soon as she felt my legs shaking in my excitement, her head bobbed back and forth on me rapidly.

"Ohhhh Yesss! Oh! Oh!" I cried. My ejaculate shot into her mouth. She flinched, but held fast as I emptied my testicles. Then she milked my engorged penis until I stopped groaning.

"That was so wonderful." I gasped.

"It tasted funny, but I swallowed it anyway," Amanda informed me.

She opened her mouth to show me that my semen was gone. I moved closer to her, and we kissed. I could taste myself on her lips. We kissed and touched for a long while.

"Eat me again, please," she said. "I liked that so much."

So I did and then so did she.

== Long Ago - by LO ==
(Mf, mast, oral )

This happened in the past, long before all the blue skins had all those laws put on the books about age of consent. Hell, once they bled, they were ready. I'm an old guy now, but I can still get it up thinking about the past and my many adventures.

I used to go to the social events that were held monthly, until the brief winter restricted outdoor activity. There were always new people there, and I made a point of surveying the available ladies, that is, the young ladies. It was a time of peace in our country, in spite of the recent American display of military might in Cuba and the Philippines.

I was blessed with youthful looks and appeared to be sixteen or so even when I was in my late twenties. If you realize that I had an early start, that is around fourteen, you will be able to see I had a lengthy career, until I was finally forced to grow up. If I must say, I was a handsome fellow too. I could feel the female eyes on me as I sauntered past. The young ones and the older ones all seemed to be attracted to me. Yet, I cared then only for the young ones and developed a nice system for discretely having my way with them.

I favored the dark-haired beauties, but, of course, never turned away a good prospect, blonde, red-haired, or whatever color of hair. I suppose I had to give priority to one type or I would have been so distracted by the little ladies around me, I never would have been able to do my work. I seemed to have a magic touch or even an aura that enabled me to proceed to my erotic goals with little impediment.

I recall one day when I was just twenty, I cut out a young blonde girl, thirteen year old Amanda Harkley. All the adults were rather busy with the bandstand and food tables. I was interested in only one thing and that was getting a naked female body pressed against my own and that body would belong to none other than Amanda. I had been warming this young girl up for several weeks, while my immediate needs were being taken care of by another little filly. Young Amanda believed that I was about fifteen, and I never told her otherwise.

Anyhow, we were in a shady grove, hidden from view of any casual passer-by. I already had my hands inside her clothing. She was becoming hot, displayed by the sheen of sweat on her flushed face. My busy fingers were gradually bringing her to her first virginal orgasm.

"Oh lord, Bobby, I have never felt like this before!" she gasped.

"Darling, all I wish is to bring you pleasure and excitement," I whispered into her ear.

My lips sucked on her earlobes between deep probing kisses on her soft, sweet lips. I had already eased a few of her buttons opens and could see a pert nipple awaiting my lips as soon as I had loosened her garments more completely.

"Ohhhh, yessss, Bobby dear!"

I was amazed that Amanda was so responsive to my touch. That always made everything so much easier. The faster they came, the closer I was to having my own needs fulfilled.

I could feel her young body begin to writhe against mine. Amanda was already in a fog created by her impending orgasm. I undid more of her apparel, exposing more of her naked flesh to my eyes, to my hands and mouth. I finger was hooked into her vagina as my thumb expertly massaged her engorged clitoris.

"Oh, Bobby! Oh Bobby dear! Oh! Oh! Oh yes!" Amanda moaned as the thrill of her climax surged through her slim, young body.

I eased off on my finger work between her legs, and began to suck on her exposed nipples. I did not allow her to relax completely, but began to attack her again. Her panting and groaning persisted until I had provided her with a secondary orgasm. Even then, I continued to caress her with soft touches of lips and fingers.

The little lady was pliant in my arms. I allowed her to relax as I held her half-naked body against myself.

"That felt to wonderful," she moaned, her eyes peeking open and a smile appearing on her sweet lips.

"I told you, darling, that you would like it. See, I was right."

"Can we do it some more?"

"Certainly, my beauty. I would be only to happy to bring more pleasure to you. Just allow me to remove my shirt. Loving you is making me so warm."

"I suppose it is only fair," Amanda replied, glancing down with some concern at her own nakedness. She quickly looked at my bare chest, muscular and smooth and I could tell that it was making a good impression on her. The young girl reached over and ran her soft hand across my bare skin.

"I have not seen a man up close like this. I like what I am seeing."

"I would like to see more of you too. Could you take off that dress?"

Amanda looked at me shyly. I leaned toward her and kissed her on the lips.

"Please?"

She stood up and tugged the dress over her head. After laying it carefully on the grass near us, she sat down next to me. I edged closer. Amanda lifted he face to mine, and we began kissing. When I began to touch her bare skin, Amanda responded with her own caresses. Gradually, I exposed even more of her body. As her passion increased, my hands roamed everywhere again. I took one of her hands and placed in my lap, pressing her hand onto the firm bulge inside my trousers.

"Should I touch you there, Bobby?"

"Yes, my darling. It would give me some pleasure if you fondled me too."

We continued onward. As her enthusiasm increased, I loosened my trousers and pushed them down my legs. My naked, erect manhood was quickly in her grip, just as my finger was buried again deep into her wet vagina. Almost by instinct, her small hand began to slide up and down the rigid pole of flesh.

"Don't stop, Bobby! Please don't stop!" she moaned.

I increased the speed of my lewd digital probing. This time I sucked and licked her nipples as soon as I had entered her. Her slim hips rocked against my hand, enjoying our wicked intimacy. Even better, her little hand was tugging my hard penis at the same time. I was becoming rather excited and concentrated my mind on bringing her off in order to delay my own relief.

Once more I skillfully provided the young girl with a double climax. As she calmed down with her near naked body pressed against my own, I could feel her little heart throbbing and her hot breath washing across my neck. She had never lost her own grip my manhood, although her fingers had loosened as she cooled down.

"Would you like to finish me off, darling?" I whispered softly.

"What do I need to do?"

"What you have been doing all along, but let me take my trousers off completely so that they do not become soiled by my release."

"Your release?"

"You'll see."

I reseated myself next to her and invited her to take hold of my turgid organ. Amanda soon pumped it to its full size again and seemed pleased about the reaction her touch was having on me.

"Is this good, Bobby?" she asked shyly.

"Yes, very good. I am starting to feel just the way you were a few minutes ago?

"This makes you feel that good?"

"Oh yes, darling. It does indeed."

I could see a satisfied smile appear on her lips as she continually looked up at my face, obviously taking pleasure at the changes in my expression.

"Now, faster, Amanda. Do it faster!"

I looked at the little hand, barely big enough wrap around the thick circumference of my experienced manly penis. Her fingers slid briskly up and down the veiny shaft.

"Oh!" I moaned in delight. "Oh yes!"

My thick cream began to splatter onto the grass between my legs. Some of the warm juice flowed down her hand and wrist.

"Don't stop yet!" I gasped.

"It's so warm," she noted with some interest as the last of my sticky semen oozed out.

My usual practice was to take a respite and not push on too rapidly to my ultimate goal. I suggested that we return to the picnic area and obtain some refreshment. We carefully dressed and brushed off stray leaves and burs so as not to arouse any suspicion. Her parents were happy to see her strolling innocently along with me tagging behind her. We took some refreshment with them. Soon her parents were again involved in their own adult activities, and within minutes we were out of sight and soon in the copse of trees.

Without much urging, we had divested ourselves of all our clothing. Our warm, naked bodies were clasped closely together. My lips were all over her neck and shoulders and soon found her hardened little nipples. Yet they did not remain too long there, with my tongue fondling the perky nubbins. My lips pressed into her soft belly as my fingers slid up and down her lubricated slit. My mouth brushed against the thin, soft fur above her sex, and I exhaled a deep flow of warm air across her nether lips.

"Ooooo!" Amanda cooed softly, what are you doing to me?"

"You are so tasty, I need to eat you, eat you in a special way that you will enjoy."

"I am ready for just about anything, darling."

Hearing that, I moved lower and began to kiss her inner thighs. As her hand fell softly onto my head, caressing me, I planted my lips on her soft labia.

"Oh! she gasped softly, and her fingers gently combed through my hair.

I began to lick and kiss her more thoroughly, tasting her virginal juices. Amanda parted her legs, encouraging me to continue my tasting of her sex. I replace the finger inside her with my long tongue, lapping her inner pinkness and teasing her engorged clitoris.

Amanda was now tremendously excited and held my head against herself as I brought her off first with my mouth and then with my finger, pumping in and out of her tight vagina. She fell back on the sward as the tension in her body relaxed. As she lay limply on the ground, I lay between her legs with my head resting her soft belly.

"That was so.... so crude," she said at last. "but it was remarkably pleasurable too."

I pressed my lips against her sex again. I kissed her softly and flicked my tongue against her labia.

"Not yet," she said. "I have not recovered myself yet."

I rose and brushed some stray woodland debris from myself, deliberately standing so that my semi-erect penis was near Amanda's face. While I picked off a few dead leaves, I could see her examining me with intense interest.

"Would you like," she asked, "me to use my mouth on you now?"

"Do you want to try that? It would be wonderful, I think."

I shifted a little closer, and Amanda pressed her lips against the head of my penis, bestowing a little kiss. She looked up at me, and I nodded my head approvingly. Soon the young girl was kissing and licking me to full erection.

"Now, suck on it, darling." I instructed.

Without hesitation, she swallowed the head, and the soft slurping sound of her sweet mouth came to me ears. Gently, I rocked my hips back and forth, causing my rigid manhood to slip in and out of her juicy mouth.

"Play with my ball sack, darling.

Her fingers teased my testicles. She put a hand around my butt to hold me to her face. After a few minutes, she stopped and looked up at me quizzically.

"Are you going to squirt into my mouth?"

"I will if you want me to, and, if you don't like the taste, you can spit it out."

"What else could I do?"

"You could swallow it."

Her mouth locked around my penis once again. As soon as she felt my legs shaking in my excitement, her head bobbed back and forth on me rapidly.

"Ohhhh Yesss! Oh! Oh!" I cried. My ejaculate shot into her mouth. She flinched, but held fast as I emptied my testicles. Then she milked my engorged penis until I stopped groaning.

"That was so wonderful." I gasped.

"It tasted funny, but I swallowed it anyway," Amanda informed me.

She opened her mouth to show me that my semen was gone. I moved closer to her, and we kissed. I could taste myself on her lips. We kissed and touched for a long while.

"Eat me again, please," she said. "I liked that so much."

So I did and then so did she.

“well Alice its nice to see that the lessons are paying off.”

It was almost three days later when she cornered me in the laundry room, I knew it wasn’t good by the way she stared at me.

“Alice we need to talk about something”

She produced a soiled pair of panties.

“I found these under the couch little missy”

She twirled them around her index finger and looked at me what could have easily been mistaken for lust.

“Your father and I did not hire a tutor so you could get fucked all day”

She breathed deeply and I could see her huge breasts heave against her shirt buttons.

“You’re such a filthy whore”

I could see she relished saying those words to me and suddenly I felt a rush of desire for my mother. It was such a strange feeling swimming around my belly I wanted her to take me right there on the laundry room floor. I was disgusted with myself and pushed the feeling down until it was reduced to one lone butterfly fluttering in my stomach. She was looking at me so intensely that I could only look into her sapphire eyes and hope she didn’t see the lust in my own.

She let that one incident slide but the next Saturday when Mr. Denton came to give me my lessons she stayed behind to vacuum the living room and the bedrooms. He was worried about us doing anything but I assured him that we would hear her long before we saw her because of the vacuum. I was incredibly nervous and scared of getting caught but the rush of danger turned me on. We decided to stay at the table and fool around under the cover of the huge oak wood slab. His hand slid along my left thigh gently caressing the soft skin till he was only millimetres from my hot tight sex. I stifled a moan as he pushed one finger past my pink pussy lips and inside me, this was sheer bliss but at the same time sheer agony because I knew that there was no way in hell we could fuck today not with mom at home. As his rough digits traced little circles over my G-spot I felt the overwhelming hotness pulse through me. I bit my lip hard cutting off my moans of sheer ecstasy as I closed my eyes, breathing hard and letting my passion consume me. He leaned in close and whispered in my ear.

“That’s right. Cum for me my little fucktoy”

I gasped pushing down hard on his fingers, his dirty talk driving me over the edge into oblivion. It was then we both heard the little cough from the other side of the room.

“Alice could you please leave the room I need to talk with Mr. Denton.”

There was a look of vicious delight in her eyes. I exited the room as fast as I could, and closing the door behind me I pressed my self up against it and listened intently. For about ten minutes all I could hear was shouting then slowly the voices got quieter and quieter and the terse voices were replaced with fevered moans. Was this really happening? I pressed myself closer to the door and heard her scream out in desire.

“That’s right fuck mommy”

I shuddered with excitement and the hot wave of lust washed over me again. I slipped my hand inside my panties and began to rub my throbbing clit, in a moment of courage I ripped my clothes off and pushed the door open. She was bent over the table and he was fucking her from behind. She looked up at me and for a moment she looked surprised then she lifted a hand and beaconed me over.

I slid my hand over her ass, she gasped grabbing me and kissing me ass hard as she could. She pulled away and licked her full lips.

“My little Alice. Have you ever eaten pussy before princess?”

I dropped my head a little embarrassed by the question and softly shook my head.

“Come here princess and mommy will teach you just how to please”

She lay on her back across the table and gently placed my hand on her inner thigh.

“I want you to slid your hand along my leg until it reaches my pussy”

I followed her orders and slid my index finger along the fold of her swollen lips. I could feel her back arch towards me.

“Yes that’s it baby. Do you like how mommy’s pussy feels?”

Out of the corner of my eye I could see Mr. Denton sliding his hand along his huge throbbing cock. I licked my lips and slowly began to lick and suck at my mother’s clit tasting every drop of the sweet nectar flowing from her wet slit.

“Fuck baby that feels so good. Mr. Denton give my little girl her reward!”

He leapt out of the chair, grabbed my hips and pushed his huge cock deep inside me. I gasped into my mother’s slippery sex and felt her convulse underneath me, I sucked and licked as fast and hard as I could, my face buried in between her legs. Every thrust from Mr. Denton pushing me closer to the edge until finally I felt him explode inside me I cried out ecstatically and felt my mothers cream slid over my chin as her hips bucked against my hungry tongue and mouth.

The students of class 4D:
-Sera Spykes
-Linda
-Io Ford
-Motoko 'Monica' Kurenai
-Ginger Sacher
-Lana Limestone
-Jennifer Reeves
-Candice Spiegelman
-Heather Kimbley
-Virginia Celeste
-Sandra
-Rebecca
-Jesse Cromberry
-Tiehhsin 'Timothy' Ying
-*****
-Trent Bloom
-Mike Angels
-Kenny
-Rock

"Why are there twice as many girls as there are guys?" Spike blinked as he stared at the names of the students introduced thus far. "And why is my name five asterisks? That better not be my next nickname."

"Hey, do cargo pants usually have zippers?" Monica asked as she looked down at her pants.

"I don't see why not. If they don't... cargo pants with zippers can be passed off as something new from the future," Spike replied. "It's easier than doing research, anyway."

Title: WTF High's School Defense Force - Lesson VII
Class: 4D
Room: 104
If you play "Strip War" and in the end your opponent still has all their clothes on, don't gamble... ever.

"What is energy?" Sera asked as she stared at Spike with predatory eyes.

"Energy... is... that... thing that makes... stuff work?" Spike scratched his head in response. "Do you mean just energy in general or..."

"Energy is all around us," Sera explained before taking another sip of her tea. From her posture and facial expression, the brief lesson on magic wasn't going to be very brief at all. "It's there when you run. It's there when you walk. It's there when you talk. It's there when you're squatting over a cute little Japanese high school student in the locker room and forcing her to cum on her own sword."

Monica immediately went red in the face as soon as she heard that last sentence.

"It's the potential for causing change. Without energy, no events are possible. If magic were to exist in any form, it would most likely exist in the form of energy," Sera continued as she stole a glance at Monica's blushing face. Her left hand reached down between her legs to give Linda a pat on the head as a reward for... servicing her. "This... energy used for magic... it can also be found everywhere, but the most likely place to find it is within the soul. Every human being has a soul and therefore the potential to cause change. In other words, the human body has the ability to contain the energy capable of creating magic. Are you two okay? You both seem... distracted."

"Um... well... it's just that," Spike was staring at the spot on the table where he was sure he'd see Linda if the table were transparent.

"Linda... is... under there... and..." Monica was also fumbling with her words in an embarrassed manner.

"Oh, I see. I apologize for my rudeness, then," Sera grinned in a playful manner before leaning down under the table. She whispered something into Linda's ear, patted her head, then returned from under the table. As though nothing special had happened, she continued, "For the sake of making things easier to understand, we'll divide magical energy into three categories: Spirit, bio, and mana."

Wham!

All of a sudden, Monica pushed against the table and slid her chair backwards away from it as much as possible. Right where her crotch was just a couple seconds ago as Linda's face, which had a shocked expression. It didn't take a detective to figure out what just happened.

"No need to be alarmed, Moto-chan," Sera licked her lips seductively. "I thought you wanted to know what Linda's oral skills were like, so I thought I'd share her with you."

"Well you thought wrong!" Monica snapped ferociously. If she could get any redder, her skin would match a tomato's.

"So you weren't envious of me... but of my pet?" Sera giggled into the back of her hand. She enjoyed tormenting the young Japanese sword-user. "The offer is still open, you know."

Monica didn't say anything as she silently pushed her chair back to the table and sat with her legs crossed. Linda withdrew her face and remained under the table as ordered by her mistress. Spike just sat there with a blank expression on his face as he attempted to make sense of what happened in the last fifteen seconds. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't turned on by what just happened.

"If there are no more interruptions, may we proceed, then?" Sera asked rhetorically. When no one answered, she continued, "The first type of energy we'll talk about is spirit energy, though it has many other names including chi. Chi is the spiritual energy that presides within the human body. It is the 'life force' that comes from the soul. There are many ways to utilize this energy and there is more than one way to control it. Most Chi-users forego the use of spells which I'll go into more detail about later on."

*****

"Three nines," Tim showed off his cards. Right next to his cards was a list of all the favours he won from his opponent. Since his opponent was out of clothes, they started betting something a tad different.

"How are you always winning?" Rebecca stared at the three nines before checking her own cards. Unfortunately for her, she only had three sixes. She folded her cards and took a deep breath. Her breasts and, thanks to the glass coffee table, her pussy were on full display. "Okay... fine... I quit. How much do I owe you?"

"It'll probably take you around two months to pay it all off," Tim replied as he looked over the list. He flipped over to the next page... then the next... then the next... then the next...

"You're the second person I've ever lost to," Rebecca seethed as she started picking up her clothes. Her eyes shifted towards the panties that were still on the coffee table and she reached out to pick it up... only to be blocked by a gloved hand.

"Did Sera beat you?" Tim asked as he slid his classmate's panties off the coffee table and onto the floor beside him. He looked sharply into Rebecca's eyes as though he could pierce through and peer into the girl's soul. Nearly nothing escaped his always observant eyes. Those two eyes of his were the key to his overwhelming victory and he was sure Sera had similar eyes as well.

"....." Rebecca glared back at the young man across the glass table. She tried to read the body language behind the one who beat her, but nothing gave her any information about his thoughts. How do you beat someone who acted like a robot in poker? Tim showed no facial expression and he didn't make any movements except what was necessary to play the game. The most disconcerting feature, though, were the eyes that acted like a pair of two-way mirrors. Even for someone like Rebecca, it was hard to remain calm while being watched by such eyes.

The characteristics that the young man displayed were born from years of practice and discipline under the tutelage of his Shihfu. Tim remembered one time when he was eight years old, he was given a sheet of paper that had questions like "time of death?", "cause of death?", and "victim's age?". He was locked inside a room with a dead corpse and was not let out until he answered all the questions on the sheet of paper. He remembered crying and begging to be let out of the room for hours as he pounded the door desperately, but it only worked the first few times.

"It's just a guess, but is it possible that because you lost to someone for the first time, you took the game to another level?" Tim asked as he watched Rebecca's face go red. The hazel-eyed girl remained seated on her side of the coffee table and placed her clothes back on the floor beside her. With her naked skin completely exposed, there was little to hide on not only the physical level, but on the emotional and mental level. The ex-assassin had no trouble picking up the scent of arousal that was seeping from Rebecca's wet slit. The near invisible trembling exposed the fear and shame that dominated the girl's body and mind. Suffice to say, Tim had this girl in the palm of his hand. "You seem proud of your poker skills. Was that why you had to beat Sera after you lost to her?"

"Unless you're going to collect, I have no reason to stay here," Rebecca ignored the questions that were directed at her for they seemed accurate to be mere guesses. She wanted to just put on her clothes and leave as quickly as possible, but she found it difficult to even touch the pile of clothes beside her. Sweat was pouring down her face and she remained frozen to the spot under the powerful gaze of the former killer. Seconds of silence passed between them until the poker girl broke down and spilled everything. "Before the first day of school, no one could beat me no matter what card game I played. Poker just happened to be my favourite and the game I'm best at. That's why... on the first day of school when Sera beat me, I wanted a rematch. It was all in good fun, but... Sera suggested we took the game up a notch by playing strip poker. It sounded interesting, so I agreed."

"I take it this took place somewhere private?" Tim asked.

"In my room with my deck. Once we started betting sexual favours, she took all of her clothes off to begin that part of the game on even grounds. Under such conditions, there was no way she could had cheated. I still lost, though," Rebecca answered with a sigh at her last sentence. "Before I knew it, I became her slave for the rest of the school year. However, she gave me the chance to shift all of my debts over to you with this poker game. I just didn't think there'd be two people who could beat me."

"I see... so that means you're a slave to two people. How does that work out?"

"Sera said that if I lost to you, you'd be allowed ownership of me first. Once you're done with me, I go back to Sera," Rebecca replied while keeping her eyes downcast.

"Is this her way of bribing me or something?" Tim muttered to himself as he stood up for the first time since the game ended. He took the list of favours he won and got ready to tear it in half.

"Wait! What're you doing?" Rebecca exclaimed as she immediately stood up to stop Tim from ripping the papers apart.

"I'm not interested in keeping another slave," Tim replied. "Sera can have you."

Another? Rebecca was shocked to hear that word. How many slaves did Tim have? The answer was one happy slave, but she didn't have to know that. She shook that thought out of her head and continued, "I don't want to owe you anything. I'll be your slave for two months as agreed."

"You just don't want to be Sera's slave, do you?" Tim asked bluntly.

"Uh... well... I'm... not a lesbian, so..." Rebecca stammered in reply.

"Then it really was pride that made you agree to play strip poker against Sera?"

"Wha... yes. Yes it was. So... it's better if you're my..."

"At this point, I don't care if it's better for you," Tim's authoritative aura intensified between them. His indifferent tone of voice and manner of speech were replaced by something much colder and more cruel. There was enough power behind his voice to bring even some of the most dangerous criminals to their knees. "You tried to make me Sera's slave, didn't you? Why should I delay the same fate for you? If you want to be my slave, then act like one."

Rebecca was taken aback by these words for she believed that any guy would jump at the chance to have her as a slave. Of course, she immediately realized that she wasn't dealing with just any guy at all. To her horror, she also realized that she was getting wet with excitement at the thought of submitting to this cold-natured young man. With her entire body exposed, she could do nothing to hide her arousal at all. Lowering her eyes, she got down on her knees and said, "Please let me be your slave."

*****

"Magical energy travels throughout the human body with the use of pathways, like bloodstreams and nerves. The pathways travel between several points called Chakra. The size and conductivity for magical energy for each pathway depends on the person and their Chakra. Pathways for magical energy throughout the body also lead to microscopic holes in the surface of the skin. This is where the energy leaves and how magic gets produced. With practice, it's possible to gain the ability to control these pathways and holes."

"Uh... right... that's how... energy becomes magic... right?" Spike managed to say while trying his best to ignore what was going on beside him.

"Umph... oh... you are good," Monica moaned as she slumped over the table, enjoying the waves of an approaching orgasm. She rocked her hips in rhythm with Linda's lickings and her right hand gripped the table cloth tightly between her fingers. In a poor attempt to stifle her moans, she tried biting her lower lip and pressing her mouth against the inside of her right elbow. Neither did anything to hide the obvious pleasure she was receiving from the slave girl under the table. Once her climax ended, she noticed Spike stealing glances at her. She whispered to her friend, "I already know about chi energy and heard this part a thousand times, okay? Plus I was curious."

"I didn't say anything," Spike whispered back quickly.

"You will not tell anyone, right?" Monica asked with a pleading look on her face.

"I didn't see anything," Spike replied. "But I'd be more worried about Sera. By the way... just saying you were caught by surprise again and didn't want her to stop sounds a tad better, you know."

"Oh really?"

"On second thought, that makes you sound weak. Boredom's better. Now what're you going to do about Sera?"

"I won't tell," Sera paused her lesson long enough to smile maliciously at Monica. "So long as you hold your end of the bargain."

"Bargain?" Spike looked between the blonde demoness and the Japanese sword girl.

"We made a sort of deal through telepathy, though I do not really know why it was through telepathy," Monica explained while her face was still as red as a tomato. She cautiously zipped up her zipper, hoping that the sound of her own voice would cover its sound. "Basically, I had to agree to help with the demonstrations."

"As I've already mentioned, energy travels through pathways and they tend to leak out of the microscopic holes in your skin. As a result, the energy that leaks out becomes the aura that surrounds your body. Every single living thing on this planet has an aura, but since they leak out in small amounts, they're invisible to the untrained eye," Sera continued explaining as she placed her hand on the table with her palm facing upwards. Almost immediately, her hands started glowing a deep emerald green. "Of course, if someone's good enough they can force out enough energy for normal people to see. Moto-chan, why don't you show us your aura as well?"

Monica simply nodded her head before closing her eyes in concentration. In a mere matter of seconds, her body was surrounded by a barely visible light blue hue. As soon as she opened her eyes, they started glowing as well. She placed her hand in the same way Sera did and moved all of the blue light so that it was surrounding only her hand. Both demoness and sword girl closed their hands at the same time, snuffing out the two lights.

"Within the human body there are several places to store energy called Chakra. It's debatable about how many there actually are, but we'll talk about the seven that are most common. Moto-chan? Time for another demonstration," Sera smirked as she suddenly grabbed Monica's still outstretched hand. Before Monica could say anything, she was... not pulled, but thrown onto the table and pinned down by a pair of very familiar scarves. Before Spike could get up, he found himself tied up by the same kind of scarves himself.

"Wait! What are you doing?!" Monica screamed as she tried to fight off the scarves, but could not find the strength. Her wrists were tied behind her back and her ankles were hung in mid-air. She was positioned so that she was sitting on the table, facing Spike, and had her back up against Sera's chest. "*Damn it! I knew it was a f***ing trap, but I just had tah walk right into it!*"

"Um... no... something tells me she's not going to hurt us," Spike said with an uncertain tone of voice.

"*And whad'dja base that on?*" Monica asked skeptically.

"Just a feeling," Spike replied meekly.

"Don't worry, I'll let you go just as soon as I finish talking about Chakras," Sera grinned mischievously as she placed a hand on top of the Japanese girl's head. She turned back towards the bound young man and said, "I'll let you go for now, but don't try anything."

"Sure... no problem," Spike chuckled nervously right before he was released from his binds. He wasn't about to mess with someone who could will someone's head to explode.

"Wait a minute... Chakras? As in... all of them?" Monica asked as she suddenly went pale. It was very noticeable because her face was red before it went white.

"Yes, all of them," Sera replied with a wide grin on her face as she silenced Monica by wrapping another scarf around her mouth. She tapped the top of the bound girl's head and said, "We'll start from the top and make our way down. It's usually bottom to top, but this way's more... fun."

"Uh... I see... Any chance we could finish this lesson without anyone getting naked?" Spike wasn't quite sure what answer he wanted, but he knew it didn't matter since he was asking a rhetorical question anyway.

"The top-most Chakra is called the Sahasrara or the Crown, which is located at the top of the head and possibly in the Pituitary Gland. It's related to space and thought and believed to be the connection to the divine," Sera explained before moving her hand down and placing her hand against Monica's forehead. "The one located in the Pineal Gland between the eyebrows is called the Ajna or Third Eye. It's related to time and light and connected to Intuition and Extra-Sensory Perception."

"Is that why...? Never mind."

"Moving along now," Sera said as she wrapped her fingers around the length of Monica's black hair with her right hand and pulled it, causing the sword girl's head to tilt all the way back. In a seductive manner, the blonde demoness licked her lips and placed her head right up against her captive's left cheek. Her left hand snaked around and made its way up to the base of the bound girl's throat. "The Visuddha or the Throat Chakra is located, of course, at the base of the throat where the Thyroid Gland is at. Its element is life and sound and it's connected to Speech and Self-Expression."

Monica was really freaking out at this point and it was evident why when Sera fingered the hem of the bound girl's black tube top. First, the cardigan sweater was moved so that it was bunched up around the wrists since it could not be removed due to the scarves being in the way. With the sweater out of the way, a lot more of the Japanese girl's pale soft skin was exposed for the viewing pleasure of Sera and Spike. All Sera had to do now was shift the tube top and Monica's breasts would be on full display.

"Wait. Wait... hold it," Spike cut in. "Just... don't?"

"Why? You can't tell me you're not interested in seeing what's underneath, can you?" Sera smirked.

"As much as I'd like to, I can't just let this happen... otherwise, I'm dead," Spike explained. "I don't know about you, but I'd rather not piss off a girl who can cut through concrete. That was really impressive, by the way. Didn't get the chance to tell you that when you did that."

"Mmph (Thanks)," Monica muffled through her gag. "Mm umph mmm mmph mm... (They found out about it, though, so I got in a lot of trouble for that)."

"Ooh... really? So who squealed?" Spike asked.

"Ahem!" Sera coughed to get the other two's attention. Before either of them could apologize or react, the blonde lifted the Japanese girl's tube top over the silky smooth breasts. She reached for the left breasts and commenced groping it before the usually inattentive teen's eyes. "The next Chakra is the Anahata or the Heart and Lung located in the centre of the chest where the Thymus is located. Its element is air and it's connected to Devotion, Love, Compassion, and Healing. Hmm... Moto-chan, did you grow a tad?"

"(*No I didn't! How much could they grow in just a few days, anyway?*)," Monica growled through the scarf. "(*Spike! Stop staring or else!*)."

"If you look away for even one second, I'll start dripping wax on these oh so lovable breasts," Sera smiled.

"....." Both Spike and Monica weren't sure what to say next. Spike was trying to figure out if it was worth it to look away on purpose just to see the candle-wax torture. Monica was pretty sure she could handle candle-wax torture, but wasn't sure if she could trust Spike not to watch while it happened.

"Now onto the next Chakra, which is located at the mouth of the stomach where the Pancreas and Adrenal Cortex are at," Sera released her hold on the Japanese girl's breasts and moved it down to the stomach. Her thumb was right on the solar plexus just below the ribcage. Monica's stomach was not only impressively flat, but was also as hard as rock. "This one's the Manipura or the Solar Plexus. Its element is fire and it's connected to Mental-Functioning, Power, Control, and Freedom to be Oneself."

"(*Let me go right now! Let me go! Let me go! Let me go!*)," Monica tried as hard as she could to get out of her bonds, but as usual... to no avail. Sera's scarves were just too strong for her to break free from.

"Hush now, Moto-chan. Fun's just getting started," Sera licked her lips and reached down between the Japanese girl's legs. She pulled down the zipper and pushed the pants past the knees. After that, the scarves went up higher which pulled the Monica's ankles higher up into the air so that her buttocks were on full display. If her black g-string wasn't in the way, her pussy would had also been displayed, though her wetness would not had been as obvious. The blonde demoness pressed her index and middle fingers up against the wet surface of the thin piece of cloth that was in the way of her... fun. "Look at how wet you are, Moto-chan. Was this from Linda's earlier licking from under the table? I told you she was good."

"*F***... you...*" Monica seethed through her gag. She somehow managed to make those two words coherent.

Black... g-string. For some reason, I pictured her as more of a white panties type of girl, Spike thought to himself. He couldn't look away now even if he wanted to. Maybe she normally wears white panties and had to wear a black g-string today because of laundry problems. Spike would never know just how accurate his guess really was.

"As lovely as your choice of lingerie is, they're in the way right now," Sera grinned as her left hand suddenly flashed down past Monica's left hip, stopping right above the table. The g-string was cut and easily removed from the bound girl, exposing the wet pussy for all to see. The blonde demoness took hold of the labia and pulled them apart. "The next Chakra is actually located in the ovaries... or the testes in men. This one's called the Svadhisthana or the Sacrum. Its element is water and connected to Emotion, Creativity, and of course Sexual Energy. Moto-chan's Svadhisthana looks pretty active and healthy to me. Don't you think so?"

Spike wisely chose not to say anything and simply continued staring at his friend's most private region being handled by the crafty blonde. Sera let go of the labia and sought out the clitoris instead. She gently trailed her fingernails along the clitoral hood and blew lightly on it. It was kind of fun for her to see the reaction she was causing in her captive.

"Last one before I can let you go," Sera smirked as her fingernails trailed downwards towards the anus. She stuck her thumb inside the wet pussy and just barely managed to get the tip of her middle finger inside the anus. "Muladhara or the Root Chakra is located right in the spot between the genitals and the anus. It's also linked to the Adrenal Medulla. Its element is earth and it's connected to Instinct, Survival, and Security. Thank you for your help, Moto-chan. You may come down now."

With that, Monica was lowered onto the table and released from her bonds. The first thing she did was pull up her pants and straightened up her tube top so that it was covering her breasts again. After that, she took her seat and pretended as though nothing happened. It was especially hard to do now that her panties were gone.

"Now we'll move right along to the second energy type: Bio," Sera continued.

*****

Whack!

"Nine! Thank you, Master! May I have another one, Master?" Rebecca shouted with both pain and pleasure in her voice. She was kneeling on the floor with her upper body pressed against the coffee table and her hands held behind her back. Her ass was red from the spanking she received right after she submitted to Tim.

Whack!

Tim finished off the ten spankings with his right hand as he knelt there with his left hand on his new slave's wrists. With the same hand he used to smack the girl's ass, he gently rubbed the spot he struck with tenderness and care. His fingers would also seek out the exposed pussy and run up and down the slit to feel how wet it had become. After the tenth strike of his firm hand, he found that Rebecca was practically leaking with juices.

"Ten! Thank you, Master! May I have another one, Masters?" Rebecca looked ready to sob at any moment and she probably would had if the spankings did not stop at ten. She looked up pleadingly at her new master, wondering if perhaps she made a mistake when she accepted Sera's offer after all.

"Get off the coffee table, face me, and stay on your knees," Tim commanded with the usual indifferent look on his face. He reached down and unzipped his fly before fishing for his manhood and pulling it out for Rebecca to see. He pressed it up against Rebecca's lips and said, "Suck it."

"Y-yes, Master," Rebecca wasn't about to argue. With eyes alone, she was under the heavy pressure of her classmate's authoritative figure. She reached out with her hands, but they were immediately slapped away. She looked up in confusion at her new master, but was quick to cast her eyes back down once she saw those sharp accurate eyes. With her arms under her breasts, she leaned her head in and took the ex-assassin's already hard cock into her moist and inviting mouth.

"Good girl," Tim said as he placed a hand on top of Rebecca's head. He ran his fingers through the girl's mahogany-coloured hair. His right hand was in his jacket pocket where he always kept his gun. Even while enjoying a blow job, he did not let his guard down at all. Some could even say he was simply downright paranoid from this habit of his.

A tingle of pleasure ran up Rebecca's spine as soon as she heard the words "good girl". She couldn't believe how excited she became upon hearing those words. With a heightened sense of arousal, she ran her tongue frantically along the shaft of her new master's manhood. She wrapped her lips tightly around the cock and started making slurping noises on purpose. The newly enslaved girl reached between her legs and started playing with herself.

Slap!

"Who said you could play with yourself?" Tim asked coldly.

"I-I..." Rebecca stammered to get the words out, but as unable to overcome the increasingly heavy atmosphere in the room. Her hands were on the left cheek that was still stinging from the sudden slap.

"Never mind. I just wanted to slap you around before letting you go, anyway," Tim said with a sigh. "That means you get two months off before you go back to Sera. How you get out of that is your problem."

"Wha... what?" Rebecca looked up with a puzzled look on her face.

"I'm not collecting," Tim explained. The heavy atmosphere he had around him appeared to had lifted. "I don't intend to keep an unwilling slave."

"Then... I want to be one. I'm the one who asked you to play and I'm the one who made the bet," Rebecca replied as she leaned her head back towards Tim's crotch. "Please make me your slave. I'll do anything for you."

Slap!

"Didn't you hear me?" Tim asked. "I don't intend to keep an unwilling slave. You're doing this because of a poker game."

"....." Rebecca took a moment to recover from the second slap before replying, "Please make me your slave. I really do want this! Please!"

"....." Tim studied Rebecca's face for a few seconds and could instantly see the sincerity behind her words. He knew that this girl genuinely wanted to be his slave, though whether it was really because of the poker game or not he could not tell. He wondered briefly for a moment what Sera did in her short time as Rebecca's mistress to make Rebecca want to switch owners.

"And... besides... Sera would take me back... if you don't... use me," Rebecca faltered. "Arguing against her... is... useless."

"Turn around," Tim said. "And get back on the coffee table."

"M-Master?" Rebecca looked up with hope in her eyes.

"Didn't you hear me?" Tim asked.

"Y-yes, Master!" Rebecca immediately turned around and laid her upper body against the glass coffee table. She waited patiently and braced herself for she was expecting another spanking. To her surprise, her new master was kneeling right behind her and his cock was right up against her pussy!

Without a word, Tim slipped his cock into Rebecca's already moist womanhood and despite the tightness, had almost no trouble getting it all the way in. Rebecca could feel the cock deep inside her and immediately starting moaning in pleasure. She rocked her hips back and forth against Tim's crotch well before her master was even ready to start thrusting. The cold-natured classmate took the hint and started pumping away at the pussy before him.

Schlurp... schlurp... schlurp...

The two of them awkwardly attempted to find a common rhythm, but even those attempts felt good for them. In the end, they just followed the flow and fucked each other as best they could. Halfway through, Tim grabbed hold of Rebecca's wrists and pulled her arms until they were straight and horizontal. The two of them picked up speed for a few seconds before Rebecca reached her climax. Tim pulled out at the last second as he grabbed a fistful of the mahogany-haired girl and forced his cock back into her mouth. As Rebecca rode the waves of pleasure throughout her body, loads of cum was shot into her open and willing mouth.

Tim kept his cock inside Rebecca's mouth until his new slave finished cleaning it up with her tongue. He tucked away his cock and zipped up his zipper. "If you ever change your mind-"

"I won't change my mind," Rebecca replied. After a couple of seconds, she added, "Master."

"Don't call me that in front of other people," Tim replied.

*****

"Bio energy comes from each and every individual cell in your body as opposed to your soul. Users of this form of energy don't really bother with Chakra points and instead focus more on the pathways, holes, and cells of the human body. If the holes are large enough, one may become sensitive enough to energy to actually sense it in others," Sera continued her lesson. "In some rare cases, there are those who are born with holes large enough to naturally sense energy. A person who doesn't fit under this category can only gain this ability through practice."

So anyone can do it if they knew how, Spike thought to himself.

*I heard about spiritual energy, but not bio or mana, Monica thought to herself. Is that really how energy leaves the body?

"Of course, once those holes open up, energy will leak out even more than it usually does. If too much energy leaves the body, the owner of said body dies. That's why it's important to learn how to open and close the energy holes at will. Even more important is to learn how to control the flow of energy whether it's inside or outside the body. Honestly, there's a very fine line between spirit energy and bio energy, but it's there. Within a person, the spiritual energy and bio energy can be so similar that they're practically the same or as different from each other as night and day. It's generally not a good idea to have these two energy-types too different from each other, but the theoretical power behind it can be very tempting to not try."

*****

Meanwhile, Trent was getting his ass handed to him by a flying squirrel wearing boxing gloves. The half-dog fell off the pole he was standing on, but managed to regain his senses in time to kick the pole and jump onto the side of the next one. With impressive skill and reflexes, he was able to move naturally around the poles with little to no difficulty. The only difficulty he had so far was the little rodent that could surprisingly pack quite a punch.

"That's the fourth time he's punched my forehead," Trent scratched his head irritably as soon as he made his way on top of a wooden pole. He was having trouble keeping up with the zipping squirrel, though the fact that he could was already impressive considering the speed at which the squirrel was moving. He was clutching a tube of something in his pocket. "Well, not this time. I'll catch him for sure."

Zip!

The squirrel suddenly shot up the pole and came from underneath with an uppercut to the jaw, only to hit air when his target bent his body backwards without falling. Aware that he missed, the squirrel looked down in time to see the hands reaching out for him. In response, the rodent bounced off the arms and went straight for the forehead again.

Wham!

"Gotcha," Trent grinned as soon as he felt the hit connect. While still standing on the pole, he bent forward so that his upper body was parallel to the ground.

"....." The squirrel simply hung there with his right boxing glove glued to the dog-man's forehead. After a couple of seconds, he uses his left gloved fist to poke away at Trent's right eye.

"Ow! Hey! Cut it out!" Trent exclaimed as he grabbed the rodent with his right hand. He used his left to quickly undo the string to the squirrel's right glove. Ironically, as soon as the glove was undone it fell off his forehead. With a puzzled look on his face, he checked the label on the tube of glue he used. "Huh... wears off after fifteen seconds. Wait a sec... what's the point of using this glue, then?"

While Trent was distracted, the squirrel managed to wriggle loose and run away at top speed. As soon as he noticed that the rodent was gone, Trent immediately chased after the squirrel until he was off the poles and back on land. Once he was there, he saw no sign of the squirrel at all.

"Wait... where am I again?" Trent suddenly realized he had forgotten where he was and why he was here. He hit the palm of his hand with the back of his fist and said, "Oh yeah... this is Sera's house. I should probably go say hi! Oh! Were these mountains always here?"

For the first time ever, Trent realized that he was staring at a physically impossible scenery unless he had somehow teleported to another part of the world. He probably had and didn't realize it what with being obsessed with chasing the squirrel and all. What he was staring at was a range of mountains stretching out as far as his eyes could see, which was very far. The forestry planted on the side of the mountains looked so close as though you could jump to the other side, but in reality they were thousands of miles apart. High up on top of the peaks, fog surrounded the snowy caps as though hiding the mysteries of the world above.

Any normal person might had kicked Trent in the head for not noticing that the absence of the neighbouring houses and the fact that the backyard was on a cliff surrounded on three sides by rocky walls. Right above the house was a pillar of smoke... or fog... or something similar. There was no doubt that he had just come from that direction. Deep below the cliff was a valley hidden in darkness. The forest there was thickest and gave the most eerie feeling down the back of one's spine.

"Sera's house is awesome!" Trent exclaimed as he took in all the scenery before him. His eyes were wide with excitement as every fibre of his body became overwhelmed. This was short-lived due to his noticing something behind the tree with the Tarzan rope. Curious, he walked over the tree and looked behind it.

Sitting there and sleeping was a young teenaged girl with straight long blonde hair that reached down to her waist. She had on a purple dress with black shoulder straps and the hem reaching just short of her knees. Under her right hand and lying on top of her stomach was a book titled "Wuthering Heights" and in her other hand was a white straw hat. She was barefoot at the moment, though it appeared she was wearing sandals before she kicked them off. With a peaceful look on her cute sleeping face, there was an irresistible charm about her that more than complimented the amazing atmosphere of this place. However, the large bulge wriggling about between her legs and under her dress drew attention away from her face.

As cautiously as he could, he got down on his hands and knees and stared at the bulge with focused eyes filled with concentration. His hands hovered above for a couple of seconds before they shot out and got to work. His left hand lifted the hem of the dress while his right hand shot out to catch the squirrel. Unfortunately for him, the squirrel was too quick and managed to dash away in time. Trent would had continued the chase had his fingers not been caught on the crotch of the sleeping girl's white cotton panties.

"Mmph..." The sleeping girl moaned in pleasure in response to the intrusion in her panties. Her left hand reached between her legs and grabbed hold of Trent's wrist. She started leaning towards her right side and her legs clamped down on the half-dog's hand at the same time with the left knee on top of the right knee. Her falling to the side would had woken her up had Trent not caught her head in time.

Trent gently lowered the blonde stranger's head onto the ground, but now found that his left hand was stuck as well. He felt the girl's soft right hand leave the book and touch the back of his wrist. With both hands occupied, he wasn't quite sure what to do at the moment except... play with the girl's vagina.

With dexterous hands, he wriggled the two fingers that were already past the panties and rubbed them up and down the sleeping girl's wet slit. By slipping his thumb underneath as well, he was able to get the panties a little out of the way so that his fingers had better access. His middle and ring fingers touched the outer lips and gently slid along up to the clitoral hood. Whatever dream this girl was having must had been a very pleasant one considering how much juice she was leaking.

Trent found that the pussy was completely shaved, though in this day and age it was common among teenaged girls. Confident that he could get this girl off before she woke up, he continued silently exploring with the hand that was still trapped between the girl's legs. He sought out the clit that was hiding beneath the thin piece of skin above the slit. Once he found the hood, he coaxed the little nubbin from its hiding place. Knowing that direct stimulation might wake the blonde girl up, he opted to simply rub the area around the clit instead.

"Mmm..." The sleeping girl moaned in pleasure again as her left hand released Trent's probing hand. Her body shifted a little as her left hand joined her right in touching the arm she was resting upon.

"For a minute there, I thought she was going to wake up," Trent said to himself as he continued watching the girl sleep on his arm. He blinked, then moved his face up close to hers. He studied her face for a while, then moved up to her ear and shouted, "Get up! I know you're faking!"

When he received no response, he moved his head away and pulled up his legs in front of him. With his right hand still between the girl's legs and his left hand under her head, he pushed off his shoes and socks and stuck them under the girl's armpits. His toes were almost as dexterous as his fingers, so tickling with them was just as effective. As soon as he did this, the "sleeping" girl could not contain her laughter and immediately jerked awake. "Stop! Stop! I'm awake! I'm awake!"

"I knew it! How long were you awake for?" Trent asked as he continued tickling the blonde with his toes.

"Stop! Stop!" The blonde girl attempted to push the dog-man away, but ended up falling forward herself. She pushed Trent's feet away from her armpits, but ended up placing his knees on her shoulders. As a result, her face ended up between his legs while he was nearly upside down with his hand still between her legs. Getting untangled from each other was a confusing and complicated procedure, but it was simplified when the blonde girl pushed the blonde guy's legs away, causing the blonde guy to flip onto his stomach and rip the girl's panties off at the same time.

"Ow..." Both of them said at the exact same time.

*****

"... Did we get teleported to another part of the world without realizing it or something?" Spike asked as he and Monica stared at the scenery that was in Sera's backyard. The two of them had followed their new demoness mentor outside for the third part of the lesson.

"Close enough, I guess," Sera replied with a mischievous smirk on her face. She stepped off the porch and left her two classmates to stare at the scene a while longer. Her attention fell upon Trent and the blonde girl he was with. Her eyes immediately widened at the sight of the other blonde and immediately hurried over to the two of them. "Kera? What are you doing here?"

"Sera!" Kera, the "sleeping" girl sprung to her feet and wrapped her arms around Sera as soon as she got the chance. "Mom and dad said that I could stay with you for a while!"

"What? Why?" Sera asked.

"Why not? They said it might do me some good to live among humans for a while," Kera replied. "Besides, the human world is so much better! You'd have to be a thousand years old to be an adult, but over here we can both be adults!"

"First of all, you don't have to be a thousand and second of all, even among humans you're not old enough to be an adult," Sera sighed as she placed her hands on Kera's shoulders. "Third of all, now's not a good time, so... wait, what did you and Trent do?"

"Hiya, Sera! Your sister's nice. Niceness must run in the family," Trent grinned.

"You have a sister?" Spike suddenly spoke up as soon as he and Monica reached the growing group.

"I take it she is also a demoness?" Monica asked as she studied Kera. The family resemblance was evident, though it was obvious that the younger demoness didn't possess the power that her sister did.

"I didn't know you had a sister. Why didn't you tell us?" Spike asked.

"We've only known her for a week," Tim remarked.

For a second there, everyone except Sera froze on the spoke. After the second was up, four pairs of eyes fell upon Tim in an instant.

"Trans-dimensional doors," Tim simply explained, then jerked his thumb towards the toolshed tucked away beside the house.

"Trans-di-" Trent began to echo.

"Stargate," Tim interrupted.

"Or a rabbit hole," Trent added. "What's Stargate?"

"I take it you've already sent Rebecca home?" Sera asked with her arms crossed.

Tim simply nodded his head in response.

*****

Meanwhile, Rebecca was walking as carefully as she could along a busy sidewalk while holding herself tightly. The reason why she was walking carefully was because of the bullets (unused, of course) wedged inside of her. There were six magnum bullets inside her wet vagina and another two inside her rectum. Since she wasn't wearing any panties, she was afraid that the bullets may slip out of her juicy slit if she wasn't careful.

Once she reached her destination, she glanced down at the piece of paper with Tim's address, then looked up at the apartment building in front of her. Crunching up the piece of paper, she threw it away and stepped inside.

*****

"Anyway... the reason why I brought you out here was to illustrate the third part of my lesson," Sera explained as she waved her hand over the scenery of the mountains and forestry. "The third energy type is called Mana. Mana is the magical energy that flows freely throughout the world. Some places have more mana than other places. Mana types differ from place to place depending on the elements. For example, a hot desert may have more fire mana than say... the ocean, which most likely has lots of water mana. Many magic-users, or magickians to some, tend to rely on this ability to exceed the energy limit of their own spiritual or biological energy."

"You do not still need me to demonstrate, do you?" Monica asked as she suddenly took a step back.

"....." Sera's eyes momentarily shifted to Kera, then back on Monica. "No, it's not necessary. Thank you for your help thus far, Moto-chan."

"Fill me in later?" Tim asked Monica.

"Of course," Monica replied. "I will also fill in Trent."

"....." Tim simply motioned his head towards Trent, who was crab-walking and chasing around Kera... on the wooden poles. Unfortunately, the half-dog got attacked by the boxing squirrel.

"Many mana-users 'breathe' mana by sucking up the energy from their surroundings. Mana enters the body through the energy holes and flows throughout the body. Some Mana-users can be skilled enough to keep the mana outside their body, yet still control it. It is the lifeblood of magic-users and the reason why they can become extremely powerful," Sera continued her explanation about mana. "However, although mana is energy and treated as such, it is still foreign to the body and can therefore cause harm to the body. This especially happens if the mana 'inhaled' is completely different from the spiritual energy already presiding within the body. The best conductor for mana is blood, wood, and certain tissue from certain animals. This is why many magic-users like to use conductors such as wands and staves."

So... to sum it... Spike thought to himself, So magical energy can be divided into three separate categories:

1) Spiritual energy from the soul.
2) Biological energy from the cells.
3) Mana from the environment.

"This place is filled with mana, isn't it?" Monica asked.

"Exactly, which makes this place the perfect training ground for the six of you," Sera replied with a smirk.

"I only see four of us," Spike looked around in confusion. "I'm assuming Rock's here, but got occupied with his own obstacle and still hasn't overcome it yet."

*****

"Well that wasn't fun at all," Rock remarked before falling from a sitting position to a lying position in an exhausted manner. The giant suit of armour seemed to agree and appeared equally tired. Between the two of them was a finished game of Jumanji, which the boxing squirrel won, by the way.

*****

"Yes... she's a tad late, isn't she?" Sera tapped her chin thoughtfully. She shook off that thought and addressed the three who were present and paying attention. "The reason I wish to train the six of you is not only related to the demon attacks, but also the secrets behind the school. I'm sure you've already noticed, but Windroy Twelve Forrest Secondary School is not an ordinary school."

"Don't you mean WTF High?" Spike asked.

"What did you think WTF stood for?" Monica asked.

"They were initials?" Spike looked surprised. "I thought it was a result of when they started using letters instead of numbers for public schools, like PS XXX or PS OMG."

"Did you not notice the big sign in front of the school?" Monica quirked an eyebrow.

"Oh yeah... I was meaning to read that sign someday," Spike replied. "Now I don't have to cause now I know what is says."

"It's not generally a good idea to interrupt someone who can easily strangle you to death without using her hands," Sera cut in.

"Sorry," Both Spike and Monica apologized at the same time.

"What the f***?" Rock's voice suddenly rang out as soon as he stepped out into the backyard. He was staring with a wide open mouth at the scenery before him. "Did I just step through one of those portals, like in Stargate... or a rabbit hole from a very old cartoon?"

"You're late. That means I don't have to pay, correct?" Sera smirked as she suddenly appeared right in front of Rock. She took the deliveries out of Rock's hand and walked back to the others.

"Wa... wait a minute! When I stepped thro-" Rock began.

"You ended up in the attic instead?" Sera asked.

"You did that?"

"If you simply continued looking instead of wasting your time playing classic children's games, you would had made the delivery on time," Sera replied.

"F*** that, B****!" Rock growled angrily. He dashed forth and attempted to snatch back the deliveries. Unfortunately, Sera was too quick for him. Rock's left ankle was ensnared by a scarf, which flung him through the air and into the pool.

Splash!

"I'll tell you what. If you stay around a while longer, I'll pay for the food," Sera offered as she gave Rock a flirtatious look. "If you behave, I'll throw in... a... little... reward."

"Betcha he won't like the reward," Spike whispered.

"I will not take that bet," Monica replied.

*****

"Is this it? The address?" A young female teen asked herself as soon as she arrived at her destination. She checked the address that she was given just yesterday, then looked up at the house that would change her life forever.

A while later, don’t know how much time later (I had lost all sense of time with Roberta) I had y thumb in her. She had gone through a couple of orgasms, and any cold we had felt before was replaced by the heat and perspiration. She had also wrapped her hand around my cock and was giving me a joke of a hand job. Still, I didn’t mind, as I kissed her passionately, again and again. Ok, lets try my cock now, I thought to myself. I eased her legs up around my neck and started running my dick up and down her tight slit. Then I leaned over her, kissing her as I forced my way into her pussy. I groaned out load, letting go of her mouth as her scream came out low and long. Good thing my room was far away from Sophie and Roberta. I figured Roberta would be crashed out after the intensity of her first load of passion. I wasn't sure about Sophie...

Just then I felt my dick pushing against her hymen. I stopped, not wanting to her more, and pulled out. I fucked her with shallow thrusts, stopping at the hymen, careful not to break it. All the time she breathed heavily and grunted, looking into my eyes. 

"Chris, I love you" She said, sincerity in her eyes.

I tried not to smile as I leant against her, kissing her. Just then some sweat on her thigh made me slip... and I rammed into her, full length, tearing her apart.

I froze, my lips pressing her head into the pillow, my mouth taking her scream. It was so loud I heard it pounding in my ears. Soon she stopped screaming, and went limp. I slowly, parted my kiss and looked down at her. She was out cold, and I didn’t blame her. I slowly pulled out of her, and ran to the bathroom. There I got a towel and wet it with tepid water. I returned and lay there, dabbing at the blood that seeped out. I felt so guilty, wondering if her sisters would notice tomorrow. About half an hour later Camilla woke up, and started crying. 

"It hurts! It hurts so much!" She cried out in agony, and I promised myself I would never have sex with someone who was to small to fit me easily. 

I dressed her again, and slowly she calmed down enough to tell me where it hurt. She told me it was more less at the entrance, where her hymen had been. She allowed me to put her underwear on, and I carried her to her room. I lay her down in her bed and tucked her in. I glanced over at Sophie. She hadn’t stirred a bit. I turned to the bathroom, where I washed my dick off. 

I returned to the guest room, where I saw Sophie sneaking out to my parent’s room. I caught her elbow and she jumped with a squeak. I nodded to my room, where I undressed her, slowly, sexily. I was naked already, so I lay her down on the bed. I was counting on her bleeding a bit so I could say in the morning that it was all hers. 

I rolled onto her, and looked into her eyes with love, finding her to be the prettiest of the group, with dark eyes and pale skin. I leaned down and kissed her slowly, sensually, and I followed her hair down to her shoulders, where I bit lightly, remembering my research about erotic place on girls. She shivered, arching her back and pushing her hips against me. I remembered my plan to deal with the way she had teased me. I leant back and started pushing my cock against her slit, but drawing back the moment her lips parted. She suddenly realized that I was teasing her, and playfully slapped my shoulder. I decided to screw the plan of teasing her to death and I jumped in. I pushed against her hymen slowly, tearing it lightly. She bit her lip, a tear forming by her eye and she moaned a bit. When I finally got through, I rolled her over so that she was on top of me. Then I let her take the lead.

She rocked back and forth, and to side to side, slowly massaging my cock. Then she leaned down and pressed her tits against me, slowly pulling me out, then sliding back over me. Every time she lifted her hips, I felt a vacuum pulling at my cock, making it all the more unbearable. Then I turned her onto her knees and hands, fucking her doggy style. I couldn’t help glancing down at her ass, and catching sight of her butt hole, wondering about fucking her there. Later I stood her up, turned her around to me and hugged her tight with one hand as I lifted her right leg to gain easier access to her pussy. All the time she was moaning and breathing really hard. IT felt so good. She may not have been that tight, but she learned how to make me feel good quickly. A while later I found I wasn’t cuming yet, so I decided to try a new position. 

I lay her down, on her stomach, and she did as she was told. I put a pillow under her hips and then rammed her pussy hard. I hit the rough spot I had earlier associated with the g spot. Sophie bucked and squirmed, and suddenly her pussy clamped tight on me. Well, lets observe her first orgasm ever!

She started screaming, and her hands grabbed the edge of the bed, tightening and one of her legs swung up. The next moment I felt a pain coming from my balls as I came and as at the same time her leg connected to my balls. I saw stars for a second, and I yelled, then I completely collapsed onto her, pushing her into the bed. Sophie ran out of breath, but she still kept the vice on my penis. I tried to get up, and slipped, driving my dick further up her pussy, meeting with the tight little circle. I wondered if when she relaxed, I would go further in. A few minutes later I lay recovering from the pain and she relaxed. The little circle of muscle didn’t open, much to my surprise. I collapsed onto her and fell asleep, finally feeling my cock free.

Next thing I knew, it was daylight and I still lay on top of Sophie. I glanced at my clock, which marked 7:45. I found my cock still in her pussy, and Sophie was fast asleep. I lifted my self up on my arms, my balls reminding me about last night. I pulled out of her, and my dick went rock hard again. I looked at her butt hole, and got up to go to the kitchen. I returned to the room with a cup of olive oil, which I poured over her but hole. Then I lathered some on my dick and slid into her ass. God, it was so tight! 

Sophie flinched in her sleep, but a smile tugged at her lips.  Then I noticed the bed was drenched in blood. Oh shit, I was in deep trouble if they linked Camilla limping to the blood. 

I put that out of my mind as I pushed in and out of her ass. Then I hit was felt like a little bump, and Sophie screamed, jolting awake, and cum streamed out of her pussy. She turned around and looked at me, with a startled look on her face, but then tiredness got the better of her. I slid out of her and she fell asleep, just like that.

I chuckled to myself as I headed to the kitchen to get some water. I was parched! I returned to my parent’s room to see Roberta sleeping like an angel. I felt a rush of love for her and I got into bed with her. She shifted in her sleep and I pulled her leg over me. I thrust up into her and, made slow love to her, while she slept. This time the little circle was open, and I would drive in all the way. Then, just as I climaxed and had my orgasm, I felt sleep tugging at my eyes and I closed them. I slept in Roberta's arms till 11 in the morning. Then I got up, and found that no one was awake yet. 

I walked to the living room, still naked, and sat playing Xbox. I heard Roberta stirring and I saw her turn the corner, naked, beautiful, and come over to me, where she sat next to me, watching me play halo. 

This is not the end. Remember there is still Sunday, Monday and Tuesday!

Comment, rate and give me your thoughts. This is a true story, and its me there, so don’t treat the story like a fake written from third person! :)

dannyr: Ok, sure. You want me to pick you up? Or you can drive here?

kittykat: I think it wud be better if I drove there.

I wrote down his address to his house and rushed around my room for something to wear. I decide on a pink and black string bikini that is barely there and a pink see-through wrap. I slip them on, grab Princess (my dog), and head for my car.
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Dan sat at his desk and took in what he'd just agreed to. Where was this going? He didn't want to hurt Kat but at the same time this couldn't possible go anywhere...or could it? He was in deep thought as he continued to look for his black trunks.
He was jolted from his thoughts by the annoying screech of his home phone.
"Hello?"
"Mr.Rocha? Hi!This is Jenny. From class?"
Dan paused, confused. "Jenny? Wha-What can I do for you?"
"I was wondering if you could spare some time with me after school...for tutoring I mean"
"Well, I'm too busy grading papers and preparing the essay assignments. But I'm sure one of my trained tutors would be delighted to help you!"
"B-But, I wanted.."
"Listen, Jenny I have to go." Dan said and hung up, when he heard the sound of his door bell. He quickly pulled on a shirt, trunks, grabbed his shorts and ran downstairs.
But, he wasn't prepared for what he saw Kat in...
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Kat took a deep breathe as Dan opened the door. Dan's mouth dropped open as he eyed me in my tiny bikini. "wow," he stammered.
"You like?" I said turning around sexily.
"Yes!"
I giggle slightly and ask "Can I park my car in your garage?"
"Sure,let me go move mine out of the way."He said letting me in his house. He closed the door and disappeared to the side of the house. I looked around wondering how he could afford such an enormous house on a teacher's salary. Giant art works hung neatly on the walls, lively plants in almost every corner. I walk into what seems like the den. There is a beautiful, big fireplace, a big screen TV, a nice leather couch, the works. I am interrupted from my tour by the sound of a knock. I look around and Dan is standing in the doorway.
"I love your house!" I say walking up to him.
"Yea, It's been in the family for awhile. This house it partly why I moved back here." He says running his hands up and down the wall.
"Well maybe you could tell me more about your history while we relax on the beach," I say placing my hand on his shoulder and kiss him lightly on the lips.

I park my car in his garage and walk back out to his Hummer H2.
"So where is your pet?" he says raising an eyebrow.
"Oh the neighbor is watching her," I say with a sly smile.
Dan just chuckles to himself and starts the engine.
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They arrive at the beach and Dan takes a deep breath. He gets out and opens Kat's door. "Such a gentlemen, but I already knew that about you." Kat says taking his hand."A Gentlemen for a Lady," he says kissing her hand and smiling.
"Very smooth," Kat laughs.

Dan grabs his beach equipment he packed while in the garage, and they went out to find a nice spot. When they finally found a nice secluded area Kat laid out her beach towel and removed her wrap from her generous hips. Dan couldn't help but take in such sexiness and beauty. Kat look up at him and blushed, as she realized he was staring. She bent down slowly and retrieved sunblock from her bag.
"Could you put some on my back?" She said innocently.
Dan took the lotion and watched her lower herself onto her towel and putting all her backside out for Dan to enjoy and touch.He knelt down and placed some in his hands.
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I lay there waiting for his big hands to roam my back and I can feel my bikini bottom dampen and I haven't even been in the water yet ;-). He slowly works my shoulders and upper-back, then slowly is making his way to my waist, stopping just above my bottom. I look back at him to encourage his hands to roam lower.
He takes the hint and continues to rub each cheek, making sure not to miss any crevice. He keeps on lower gently brushing up against my pussy causing me to let out a slight gasp. He doesn't stop, but continues to my thighs and back up to my bikini area. I moan as he slides his fingers over my now hard clit. He massages it in slow circles then stops.
I groan in disappointment. "There you go," he says with a smirk. I look down at his twitching hard-on and I can feel my mouth water.
"You're turn," I say gesturing for him to lay down.

I get on his back and apply the sunblock, massaging very briefly. "Ok, now turn over."
"OOO! I like you when you're bossy," He says rolling over. I laugh and straddle is waist, my ass resting on his balls and my pussy on his cock just enough to tease him. I apply the lotion slowly around his toned pecks, gliding over his nipples, then to his firm abs and back up again. All the while slightly rocking back and forth, rubbing my wet pussy over his hard-on. I notice his breathing getting deeper and I get up.
"Aww!" he moans.
"Payback," I laugh. He smiles evilly and gets up. "wait! You better not!" I yell.
He comes up to me and tackles me, making me fall on top of him.
Our laughter fades as we start to kiss.
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Kat separates from the kiss and proceeds down his body. She stops as the top of his trunks and looks around. Then she pulls them down, Dan's cock springing out almost hitting her in the face. She slowly takes his full 8inches, slowly coming back up. Dan is in heaven. She licks from his balls to the the head of his cock, then sucks up in down, picking up her rhythm. Making fast movements then slowing down, teasing him.She knew just how to manipulate Dan's dick. Finally, Dan couldn't take it anymore and took Kat to the towel and laid her face down, so they were now in the doggy style position. Dan slowly ran his cock up and down Kat's covered, hot slit. Then he reached down and placed her bikini to the side.

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I moaned as Dan runs his fingers up my pussy to my clit and into my soaking wet cunt. "What do you want?" he whispered in my ear, still fingering my hole.
"I want you to fuck me," I whisper back. Repeating my previous move, Dan looked around making sure we are still the only ones over here. Then he rams his cock balls deep in my pussy, making me scream out in pleasure. With every thrust I can feel myself fall deeper into ecstasy. He moves slow at first and gradually quickens his pace. He reaches over and rubs my clit, "Oh fuck!MMM! Yea right there!," I say biting my bottom lip, bucking my hips. Dan, in one swift move, grabs my thigh and spins me over, his cock still in place. He leans over, taking my right nipple in his mouth while thrusting deep in my pussy.

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It takes all the strength in Dan's body not to go wild on Kat's nice, tight pussy. He thrusts deep and gains more speed as Kat clutches his head on her tits, moaning, "Oh! Dan! Yes! right there! OH FUCK! I'm cumming baby!"
Dan is pushed over the edge as Kat clenches her pussy tightly on his cock. "Oh shit! Kat! FUCK!" he nearly screams as he shoots load after load into her tight pussy. Kat wraps her legs around his waist as they both come down from they're orgasms.
All of a sudden they hear voice and quickly jump up. Dan pulls up his trunks and Kat fixes her bikini and puts her wrap back on. They both lay down on their towels just in time. A group of college students slowly pass by gossiping and laughing loudly.
Kat and Dan exchanged relieved looks and laugh at themselves.

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I hadn’t seen much of Joe lately – at 17 he waned to do his own thing and there certainly had been no sign of Kimmy. I asked him on the Friday what his plans were for the weekend and he mumbled something about seeing friends. I told him I had a date, which he said was "wicked", but that was all I got. There was no sign of him knowing anything about his old man screwing his girlfriend.

On the Saturday night I arrived at a smart wine bar in town at 8.00, 15 minutes before Helen was due to meet me. I was in a Armani suit with open-neck shirt and was frankly a little nervous. The place was not too full and I checked-out the new arrivals as they came in, looking for signs of my date.

She wasn’t tat hard to spot when she did enter, looking around at the faces, trying to find a guy sitting by himself. Our eyes met and I was not at all displeased. She was slightly taller than average, maybe 5 feet 8 inches, with what would have been long chestnut hair tied up, with a well made-up and largely unlined face. She had an expensively tailored trouser suit on, which hid her figure almost completely. She was obviously far from being skinny, from the way her suit fitted her, but on first inspection she looked attractive enough. Her eyes looked warm, if a little apprehensive and we exchanged pleasantries whilst a glass of wine was ordered for he and another beer for me. Looking at her, I had the, sense of her being familiar from somewhere, but I couldn’t place where from.

Fortunately, Helen turned out to be a lively conversationalist and we hit it off quickly, talking about work, being single and family life. She turned out to be a widow, husband killed in a car accident two years ago leaving her with two kids.

"I’m sorry", I said. "It must have been rough for you all."

"It was at the time, but we’re pretty close and we pulled through. They’re old enough to be able to move-on."

"How old?"

"Both girls, one is 18, just gone to university, and the other 16, at home and I try not to worry about either of them! Well, they’re both sensible and I’ve done the best I could. It’s up to them to make their own mistakes. What about you?"

I told her about Joe. My story is a lot more mundane since his mother walked out five years ago. I told her truthfully that I dated more than a little, but had never found the right woman. Another round of drinks came, and as the wine-bar filled up the alcohol loosened us up. I found I could talk to Helen easily and found myself more than a little attracted to her. She was forceful in her opinions and had a ready humour.

As the bar became more crowded the temperature rose and Helen put her face closer to me and said:

"Is it me, or has it become really hot in here?"

"No you’re right, it’s sweltering!"

I slipped my jacket off, placing the jacket behind my chair, noticing from the corner of my eye that Helen did likewise. As she straightened-up I had to struggle not to stare at her blouse as she clearly had the most impressive breasts I had seen for some time, pushing out the fabric of her top in a supremely womanly way. The top three buttons were undone, giving a hint of deep cleavage, but in a very elegant and not at all showy way.

"Eye contact" I shouted internally to myself and we continued to talk about nothing in particular until I checked my watch and realised that our restaurant booking was close. We agreed to leave the stuffy wine-bar and waked out into the cool evening air. Helen, to my surprise and pleasure took my arm and we strolled the minute’s walk to the Italian restaurant I had picked. She left the buttons of her jacket undone and I caught sight of the entrancing swell of her bosom. In the reflection of the shop windows we looked like a old established, and attractive couple.

In the restaurant we ordered some expensive Chianti and the conversation became more curious, personal and flirtatious. I still had that odd sensation of knowing her.

"Helen, have we met somewhere before? It’s just that you seem familiar but I can’t think where from".

"What, you mean that I didn’t stand-out?

Now if that wasn’t flirtation, then I was out of practice. She carried on in the same way:

"So if you’re a builder you must keep pretty fit then?"

"Well, I think I’m in pretty good shape. How about you, do you work-out?"

"I can’t let my girls get all the attention, can I?, so yes, I do cardio at the gym three times a week. "

"Helen, I can’t believe that you go without admirers. You are very beautiful."

"Trouble is, I seem to attract a certain type. You must have noticed." She gazed down at her cleavage briefly, before looking at me with a quizzical smile.

"Oh God, Helen. What can I say, it’s impossible to ignore your, erm, figure, but you are attractive in pretty much every way. Besides, we builders have women make assumptions that we are all muscle and no brain so I seem to attract women who are very superficial."

"Well, that’s not me and you are a very attractive man."

With that she leant over he table and kissed me briefly, but firmly on the lips. I was stunned, surely this didn’t happen on a first date? We finished our meal quickly and ordered a taxi, both of us knowing what would happen next. Before getting in the car we kissed again and she looked intensely at me:

"Look, this isn’t what I usually do, but you seem like a good man and I really want you."

We agreed my place and the taxi had us back in ten minutes, time spent with me fondling her thigh in the back of the cab.

Letting us into my apartment, I closed the door and we kissed passionately. It was too early for Joe to be home from clubbing and I felt no inhibition about what was about to happen. The feel of Helen’s straining bra through her blouse was making me very aroused and I wanted to make love to this classy woman very badly.

In my bedroom Helen kissed me and undid the buttons on my shirt one-by-one finally stripping my shirt off, while I kicked my trousers off. She ran her hands hungrily over my chest before holding me tight and saying:

"Oh God, a real man. Please, it’s been so long and I want to do this badly."

She quickly took off her outer clothes, before lying back on my bed, looking mouth-watering in matching La Perla bra and thong, well-fitting in a deep red with black trim. The cups of her bra held her breasts in securely, but couldn’t hide their impressive dimensions. I reached behind her for the hooks, before gently letting her bra go and revealing her glorious globes. Her skin was tanned lightly, which contrasted wonderfully with the underwear. Her breasts were certainly not those of a 16-year-old and because of sheer size hung a little low. They were capped by huge areolae and firm chunky nipples that I had to get closer to.

I gently leant over her and kissed them. "They are magnificent Helen. Can I ask how big? It’s silly, but just a question on my mind"

"That’s okay. I’m a 38DD if you must know. Now, I think it’s time to show me yours, and I’ll show you mine."

I slipped off my boxers to reveal a semi-aroused cock, whilst Helen slipped off her thong. It was hard to know who was the more astonished as I checked-out a completely shaven pussy and she caught sight of my length, saying "oh my God, it’s true then!"

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, Jane told me you had a reputation for being hung and I really wanted to believe it was true. My late husband was blessed and I’ve never found a guy who came anywhere near him."

"How big was he?"

"Eight and a half inches. It’s odd because he was quite a small guy really, but he had this ridiculous prick. I still miss it. Anyway, what about you? What am I about to be treated to?"

"Well, I’m tempted to say why don’t you find out, but since you have asked I’m nine and a quarter inches when fully erect. It’s good to know you aren’t scared of my size".

With that, Helen pushed me onto my back and confidently moved her mouth onto my rapidly expanding shaft. She was extraordinary in her technique, and an experienced cocksucker from the way she took my length in her throat. Her teeth gave the gentlest little grazes on my shaft, before her tongue would swirl around my bell-end, sending me into heaven. She lifted my heavy balls and gently took them in her mouth before releasing them with an expert touch.

What I wanted to do though was get more familiar with her shaven haven. Had she done this just for our date, I wondered or was her twat always in such a state of perfection? I didn’t always like a shaven cunt because unlike the Playboy models, most women did it badly with stubble growing through. Helen’s mound however was smooth as a new-born and clearly freshly done for my benefit.

I gently pushed her body back and swivelled myself around so that Helen got the general idea. She willingly swung a rounded womanly thigh over my head and presented he beautiful pussy for my inspection. Her mound glistened in the low light of the bedside lamp and I took in widespread labia and a deep womanly scent. I couldn’t help but compare the situation to two nights earlier when I fucked Kimmy, with her blonde pubic curls and tight little twat.

I tried some exploratory tonguing of Helen’s slit, releasing her womanly juices and causing her hips to wiggle and her attentions to my cock to increase. If I wanted her to cum with me, I was going to have to work quickly. I held her rounded arse and pushed my tongue into her, licking from her clit to her anus and back again, before plunging into her hot pussy.

She began to buck her hips, indicating that orgasm was close and I felt my balls tightening to jettison their load. In an inspired moment and with my last clear thought before I emptied my first spurt into her mouth, I wet a finger with her juices and gently corkscrewed it into her arse. My hunch that she might be up for this was right, and I was rewarded with a deep "yeee-eesss, oh God, yee-eess", before she plunged down on my cock for one last time and I sent three or four wads of my sperm into the back of her throat. Her arse bucked one last time and she dropped to my side moaning in ecstasy.

We fell apart, panting heavily and looked in awe at each other. This was my kind of woman, with her magnificent breasts heaving on her chest as she recovered her breath. She had a pronounced womanly belly, flaring out to broad hips and strong thighs and I had to fuck her as soon as I had recovered myself.

"That was incredible," she said finally, half sitting up with her big breasts swaying on her chest. "I love your cock".

"Well I love what you were doing to it. You know how to make a man feel good."

"And you know your way around a clitoris. Talking of which…" -and she ran a manicured hand over her neat vagina, "this clitoris needs to get closer to you cock".

With me still lying on my back, she sat up and started gently wanking my cock, with a lascivious look on her face. She straddled me so that I could look at those splendid norks, with her long hair now untied cascading down over her shoulders and over her boobs.

"It’s been a while for me since I did this, I hope I haven’t forgotten how to do it. What about you?"

Shit! Should I act all innocent or tell the truth? For some mad reason I decided to come clean.

"To be honest Helen, if you had asked me that a week ago, the answer would have been that it was many months. But the weirdest thing happened though, because out of the blue Joe’s girlfriend came on to me."

"What! You mean you fucked your son’s girlfriend?"

"Well she was pretty keen and I’m only a guy after all."

She smiled from up above me.

"You are a rogue aren’t you? Did you enjoy it?"

"Well, of course I didn’t hate it. But she was pretty clueless and made me feel a bit old, to be honest."

"Did she enjoy it?"

"I’d like to think that I gave her a good time, yes".

"Well, let’s see what a proper woman can do for you."

With that she took hold of my prick and raising herself up on her thighs, rubbed the head up and down her sopping cunt. It was exquisite and she clearly wanted to be in charge.

"Do you like that, you big cocked bastard?" she grunted.

"God woman, I’m in heaven, for pity’s sake fuck me!"

With a sudden swivel of he hips, she let go of my cock and her warm, wet cunt descended down my shaft and she emitted a soft "aa-aahh" as her pubic bone met mine. Her boobs hung over my face and I lifted each to my mouth in turn, kissing the nipples gently, before taking them into my mouth and sucking them to little points. Her movements were simple but effective as all she did was swivel her hips gently down and over my cock from the base to the tip, so that we could kiss and I had access to her breasts.

"Helen, you’re incredible" I murmured as I ran my hands around her boobs, circling the deep saucers of her areolae and teasing the nipples. I tried to push with my hips in time to her thrusts, but she playfully slapped my chest and said, "I’m in charge mister and that big cock of yours cum’s when I’m ready".

I was about to give some smart reply when there was a commotion from outside the bedroom and I guessed that Joe had returned from clubbing, and judging from the girlish whispering he had Kimmy with him. Helen had stopped for a moment with my cock rammed tight into her cunt, and looked at me quizzically.

"It’s just my son and his girlfriend. Don’t stop or I’ll go crazy."

Her fucking me resumed and she began to make throaty "ooh – yes - uhh" noises and I sensed her drifting off as she concentrated on her impending orgasm. Helen’s pace began to increase and she was bouncing on my cock now, her mighty breasts mimicking the same motion as they swung up and down on her chest unless I held them.

Helen was loosing herself but I became distracted as from Joe’s room I heard the familiar sound to me Of Kimmy’s high-pitched squeaks as Joe fucked her little brains out. Hopefully she had learned something from me and would be getting more out of it than before from my eager puppy son and his big dick.

Helen was breathing heavily as she came on top of me with a full-bodied "Yee-esss, uhhuh- oh God, yessss."

I was more than happy, but wanted to save myself to fuck her the conventional way and my cock stayed rigid in her by now very wet cunt as she slowly came to her senses. Eventually she too heard the sound of the happy teens fucking in the room next to ours and after listening for a minute she asked:

"So do you think he’s as big as his old man is?"

I lied: "I’ve no idea, I haven’t seen his cock since I was bathing him as a little kid."

"Well he’s an energetic young man, isn’t he? Some lucky young lady is having fun tonight with your insatiable offspring."

"Well there’s one guy in here who won’t be happy if he doesn’t cum again."

With that I scooped her up from behind the waist and rolled her over into the missionary position so that I could begin giving her a much-needed seeing-to. I dispensed with any finesse as I filled her slick cunt with deep thrusts from all of my nine and a quarter inches. Helen’s hands roamed over my muscular torso as I fucked her with increasing vigour, feeling my own orgasm building from my balls. Her breasts bounced up to her neck and back down again as I treated her to a fast and furious pounding. Looking down her body I saw the awesome sight of my nine plus inches easily entering her shaved love-hole and re-emerging, shining with her womanly juices. Kimmy had been fun, but by God there was nothing like fucking a horny mature woman.

"Come on you big cock, fuck me hard. Oh it’s been so long" she howled as she built up for another orgasm herself. She squeezed my muscular builders’ butt so hard as we both hit the point of no return, which I thought she would leave bruises.

From outside the room I heard Kimmy’s little voice squeak something incomprehensible as Joe took her to orgasm, his own voice sounding "shit, yes" as I guessed he came. In turn I spurted my cum deep into Helen as she clung to my back one last time and we came in perfect unison:

"Helennn – ah fuck yessss, oh you lovely fuck!"

Helen looked extraordinarily sexy with her fabulous breasts, slightly low admittedly but deeply desirable, now panting on my bed, the results of our copulation dribbling out of her shaven pussy and on to the sheets. I felt like I could have made love to her all night, but for the moment my cock was subsiding as I relished the temporary quiet.

"That was yummy, but I’ve got to pee" she said.

"Okay, it’s down the hall, second door on the left"

She stood up from the bed, her breasts wobbling delightfully down her chest.

"I’ll make a run for it. Your little friends sound asleep now."

With that she left the room with our bedroom door half-open and disappeared into the hall. Almost a split second later, Joe’s bedroom door opened. A second later I heard:

"Oh sorry, -KIMMY!!"

"MUM!!!!!"

"What the hell are you doing here?"

Oh shit! I thought and leapt naked out of bed to join them.

 

This was crazy. In the hall was the naked curvy brunette with the rounded butt and glorious tits, shaking in fury while opposite her was the little blonde, one hand at her mouth and the other oddly covering her groin as if she were embarrassed.

"I didn’t know you were here" wailed Kimmy, on the point of tears.

At this point Joe walked out of his bedroom, also naked. His cock was soft but still looked ridiculous on his skinny-kid body.

"I thought you were with your girlfriends!" said an angry Helen, not fucking….."

She tailed off as she cast an eye up-and-down Joe, taking in his shy, baffled face and huge cock, hanging a good third of the way down his thigh.

"Oh my God!" said Helen, turning to me. "You’ve fucked her too. Unless your son’s got any more girlfriends around!"

"What!" exclaimed Joe. "Is that true dad?"

At this point Kimmy burst into tears and retreated back into Joe’s bedroom.

"Young lady", Helen shouted after her retreating daughter. "Get your clothes on. I’m calling a cab in ten minutes!"

"How can she be your daughter?" I said in a confused way. She looks nothing like you?""

"Because she takes after her father you idiot. There’s more to us than just breasts, for heavens sake!". At least I understood where that sense of familiarity with Helen came from.

"But she’s a blonde and you’re a brunette" I said desperately.

"She dyes her hair blonde you idiot, and I’m going grey and dye mine. Now go and put some clothes on, you both look ridiculous."

Joe, I noticed was gazing at Helen’s breasts as they quivered in anger. Even in this state she was quite a sight.

"Oh stop staring both of you" she said. They’re just tits for heavens sake". With that she disappeared into the toilet leaving me with Joe.

"Son, I’m really sorry about this. She came round when you were out a couple of nights ago and jumped on me. I think I’ve blown it for both of us now."

"I don’t know what to say. It’s not like we’re getting married, but I don’t know what to think. At least I know where I got my dick from."

"Yeah, sorry about Kimmy. Maybe it’ll work out, and if it doesn’t then with what you have between your legs it won’t take long to find someone else."

Ten minutes later both Helen and Kimmy were gone, leaving Joe and I in the kitchen drinking tea and feeling sorry for ourselves. At least Joe seemed okay with me, but I thought I’d blown it with the first woman I’d seriously fancied in years because I couldn’t keep my cock under control.

 

Well, that’s it for part 3. I’ve posted this under "teen" for the sake of continuity, but in part 4 you’ll be hearing a lot more of Joe, and what I have to do to get back into Helen’s good-books.

Emma was not really Sara’s aunt but her mom’s cousin, and though they couldn’t read each other’s minds, they had a special relationship that brought them much closer than distant cousins would suggest.

Sara had been brought up in the same strict household as her Aunt Emma, and like her aunt was learning the realities between what her mother taught her and what her body was telling her. At a young age she felt like she was suffocating but couldn’t tell why. At a young age she also noticed that her aunt was different than the other people in her family. She heard them whisper that Aunt Emma "had" to get married, and although she didn’t know what that meant, she knew the rest of the family wasn’t happy about it. She guessed that was the reason she only saw her aunt on special occasions. But what she understood above all else was that she loved her aunt and always felt good when she was around. Aunt Emma talked about stuff. She talked about the difference between boys and girls and she was the one who told Sara about her period and what happens to a girl’s body when she grows up. Stuff Sara’s mom would never talk about.

So when Sara was told she would need a babysitter while her parents were at a church getaway for the weekend, the disappointment turned to excitement when she found out Aunt Emma would be watching her. Sara felt she was old enough to take care of herself, but a weekend with her aunt was more like a sleep over at a girlfriend’s than being babysat. And when her aunt told her that her uncle was talking Samantha and Jessie camping for the week, Sara was thrilled even more at the prospect of having all her aunt’s attention for herself.

Emma picked Sara up after school and the fun began. Emma took her to the mall and not only bought Sara a brand new dress and two outfits for the weekend, but also taught her the art of flirting with boys. Sara learned how to walk sexy and look at boys so they stopped dead in their tracks. She loved watching her aunt tease the men in the shops and picked up on all her tricks. Sara felt grown up and sexy, not like a little girl, and she loved it.

That night Emma took Sara to a fancy restaurant to show off her new dress, and though Sara could tell her aunt was attracting most of the attention, she felt more than a few eyes looking her over in the little black dress. The night flew bye in a haze of excitement and girl talk. Emma had let Sara drink from her glass of wine and by the time they returned to Emma’s home, Sara was fighting to keep her eyes open.

Sara woke in the darkness. Something had woken her, someone was crying. Her head was fuzzy and it took her a minute to realize she was in her cousin Samantha’s bed and not her own. She listened in the darkness but there was only silence. Sara slid from under the covers, her mouth dry and in need of a glass of water. Her bare feet padded across the thick carpet and she pulled the door open stepping out into the hall. The hardwood was cold under her naked feet and she shivered as she looked down the hall at the closed door of her aunt’s room.

Sara held the wood banister making her way downstairs when she heard the cry again. She was certain she had heard it this time. It sounded like a woman crying, like her aunt, and it was coming from the living room. At the bottom of the stairs Sara turned up the hallway and saw that a light was shining from the livingroom. She froze in her steps as she looked around the corner. A shiver starting at the base of her spine working its way outward until her fingers were quivering. It felt as if her flannel pj’s had disappeared and she was naked, just like her Aunt Emma.

Sara’s aunt was lying on top of someone, a man, in the middle of the living room floor. Though Sara could see most of her aunt, she could only see bits and pieces of the man; his arms sticking out from under her aunt’s hips and his legs poking out from her shoulders. It reminded Sara of the time her little brother pulled the head from her Barbie doll and replaced it with the head of his GI Joe doll. Their parts were all mixed up.

As her eyes began to make sense of the details, Sara realized the shadow between her aunt’s legs was no shadow at all, but the dark hair of the man’s head, shifting and shaking. Her eyes moved along the soft curves of her aunt’s body and, as if he knew she was there, the man’s leg fell flat and Sara could see her aunt’s face in profile. She leaned on her opposite elbow, and with her free hand reached up and took hold of the long shaft poking up from between the man’s legs. Sara’s eyes went wide at the sight of flesh towering from the man’s hips. Her aunt’s hand pumped up and down its thick length, then her head lowered and a deep moan escaped her lips, striking the young girl, as she watched the shaft disappear into her aunt’s mouth.

It was the moan that turned the chill in Sara’s young body to fever. Still shaking, she felt sweat beading on her forehead as she tried to make sense of what she was seeing. While her eyes were confused her ears had come alive and she took in all the sounds; the moaning from her aunt and the muffled words from the man between her aunt’s legs, the slurping, sucking and lip smacking coming from both ends of the twisting, writhing beast on the Persian rug. Sara stood there in the middle of the door way, looking down on the two lovers, watching his finger disappearing between the spread cheeks of her aunt’s round butt.

The young girl jumped when the bodies in front of her suddenly separated. The man had shifted forcefully to the side and Sara ducked behind the wall as her aunt said words Sara had never heard before. The words scared and excited Sara and she felt the lust in her aunt’s voice. Her hand pressed instinctively to her damp panties. She heard her own moan as her nimble fingers moved over her sensitive mound. Her knees buckled and Sara sank down against the wall listening to the bodies wrestling on the other side.

On her knees, Sara poked her head around the corner as the man cried out, "Oh, Fuck!" and the young girl watched the older woman pressing her hips down over the man so his penis went up inside her hole. Sara watched breathlessly as her aunt bounced up and down, her head thrown back and her breasts bouncing, the man’s flesh appearing then disappearing into the open petals of her flower. Sara’s eyes fixed on her aunt’s face, seeing the pleasure that was there and somehow understanding.

The young girl sat up on her knees behind the wall and pushed her pj bottoms down her slender thighs so that only her panties covered her round bottom. Sitting back on her feet she peeked around the corner again pressing her fingers to her damp slit hidden under the thin cotton. Here eyes were fixed on the spot where her aunt and the man were connected and she wondered how something so big could ever fit inside her. She watched her aunt’s hips rocking back and forth over the man’s thing, swallowing it, and she practiced the motion, leaning forward on one arm, moaning quietly as she rolled her hips over her probing fingers.

Aunt Emma’s hair was different down there. Sara had seen her mother naked and her hair was thick and covered everything down there. Emma’s was just a small patch above her slit and Sara could see the lips wrapped around his penis. Sitting back once more, the girl slowly pulled her wet panties away from her waist and peered down at the delicate fuzz barely visible there. Blushing, she tentatively slid her hand down her belly then gasped as her slender finger pressed between her swollen lips.

The scene had changed and the man was now behind Sara’s aunt. "Oh, God! Ya! Fuck my cock!" he cried, and Emma looked back over her shoulder on all fours as she thrust her hips back against his.

"Cock!" The word crawled into Sara’s ears and slid down over her tongue. She let it slip quietly from her lips, tasting it for the first time and loving its sound. His cock slid into her aunt from behind and he grabbed her shoulders and his hips shot forward slapping noisily against her ass as he grunted. Emma’s breath left her in a deep moan and she hugged the cushions of the couch, "Ooooh! Fuck my cunt! Yes! Fuck it!" The words washed over Sara and her body reacted, relaxing around her finger, allowing it deeper into her cunt. She was moaning in time with her aunt, riding a wave of pleasure through her young body she had never dreamed possible.

Sara’s eyes took in the sight of the young man’s muscular body and she licked her dry lips craving him like a desperate thirst. Her eyes followed the line of his round ass up his twisting back and muscular shoulders to the contours of his square jaw, when she suddenly recognized him. He was the waiter from the restaurant her aunt had flirted with that night, making Sara blush because he was so cute. Her aunt did not know him so Sara couldn’t imagine how it was that he was there.

Sara stared wide eyed at the young man. He was younger than her aunt who was almost 27. She knew because he had asked for her aunt’s ID when she ordered wine and she had teased him until he admitted he was only 22. The idea excited Sara. Her aunt with a younger man, more than ten years younger than her husband.

For the first time Sara thought of her uncle, but to her surprise, she was not upset. Instead the idea excited her more. She suddenly thought of her own mother and wished she could see her fucking the waiter. She imagined her there, down on the floor with her hair freed from its permanent bun, her legs spread and his huge cock causing her to scream the way her aunt was screaming. She thought of her father, so strict and rigid and cold, and maybe if her mom had a cock like the waiter’s to play with she wouldn’t be so harsh all the time.

"I’m gunna cum!" the waiter cried out and Sara watched her aunt spin around, lean back against the couch, and pull the man’s cock to her. He thrust it between her naked tits, shining wet from her cunt, and she sucked and licked at its head until it throbbed and a blur of white burst from its tip splashing over her tongue and lips, dripping down onto her breasts as she squeezed them around his spurting shaft.

Sara’s body shook and her young cunt contracted around her finger. She bit her tongue and fear and excitement flowed through her. Her flannel pj’s clung to her sweating body and her head came back to her as if she had woken from a dream. She pulled her bottoms up and with out looking twice, slipped back up the stairs and into her bed. She lay there under the covers shivering, feeling guilty, excited, ashamed and confused. She waited for something to happen but nothing did. She drifted into a fitful sleep.

She didn’t know how long she had slept but it was still dark when she woke to her door opening. She played that she was sleeping, but from the light outside her door she could see her aunt moving toward her. She sat on the edge of Sara’s bed. She was naked. Sara closed her eyes and felt her aunt’s hand pushing the hair away from her brow. For a long moment everything was still and silent. Then Sara felt her aunt’s kiss on her forehead before she got up and slipped quietly out the door. Sara fell asleep with her fingers wet from the second orgasm of her young life.

Sara walked on the edge of fear and excitement the next day as she studied her aunt, looking for some sign of what she saw the night before. They went roller skating and shopped and ate at trendy restaurants. Sara’s aunt was flirtatious and sexy the entire time and Sara mimicking her every nuance. They ended the night with a movie, but Sara was distracted wondering if one of the men her aunt had flirted with throughout the day might end up fucking her tonight. When they arrived home, Sara said she was exhausted and ran off to bed like a little girl anxious for Santa Clause to arrive.

She sat wide awake in the dark, listening. What felt like hours passed and Sara’s disappointment turned to fatigue. The lids of her eyes were heavy and she felt sleep closing in around her. Then something snapped and she shot up in her bed. She listened and waited. She slipped from the covers and slowly pulled open the door poking her head into the hall and listening. There was something.

She wanted to be ready tonight so she stepped back into her room pushing the door shut. Her pj bottoms fell to the floor and before she pulled them back up she had slipped her panties off and tucked them under her pillow. As she climbed down the stairs she could feel her naked body beneath the flannel pj’s.

There was no light in the living room this time, but a glow came from the kitchen further down the hall. Sara stopped at the corner and peaked around into the kitchen. The light was on but it was empty. She heard voices but couldn’t make them out over the sound of the jets from the jacuzzi on the back porch. Sara tip-toed across the cold kitchen floor until she could see her aunt in the hot tub.

She was standing there with the water bubbling around mid-thigh, bent at the waist, her elbows resting on the edge of the tub. The man standing behind her was thrusting his cock hard between her legs while the man in front of her sat on the rim of the tub, leaning back on his elbows. Her mouth slid up and down his cock. The darkness of their skin startled Sara and looked almost black against her aunt’s pale flesh. Their body’s were all muscle and creamy chocolate, their cocks thick and long and black as night as they slid in and out of her cunt and lips. It was as if their cocks were connected inside her aunt and her body simply slid back and forth over the ebony spike, one end thrusting in, while the other pushed out. Sara’s young body ached with desire.

Her aunt climbed out of the water and pulled both men by their cocks to the sofa set against the wall of the enclosed porch. She pushed the man whose cock she’d been sucking down on the couch and straddled his hips, pushing her cunt down over his erect flesh. Sara gasped when she saw her aunt guiding the other cock to the hole between her round butt cheeks.

The young girl was breathless as she watched the man climb over her aunt stuffing his gigantic black meat into her ass. Both men began rocking their hips rhythmically and her aunt danced between their bodies, her pink flesh swallowed up in their dark arms. Her moans were nearly screams and with each one Sara pressed deeper into her own tight slit, standing there with her bottoms around her knees. She stared entranced by the black cocks fucking her aunt’s ass and pussy, one moving in, the other out, her petite body grinding between their massive frames.

"Fuck that cock, Baby! That’s it! Fuck my monster with that sweet cunt! Goddam girl!" There voices echoed in Sara’s ears and her juices dribbled down her fingers. When she looked up she saw her aunt’s eyes reflected in the blackness of the patio window. They were locked on Sara’s own eyes, staring right into her.

Sara nearly screamed, but she had no breath in her lungs. She yanked her pj’s up and ran like lightning until she was under her covers sobbing. She waited, but there was nothing. She waited for the door to swing open and her aunt to pounce on her in a rage, but there was nothing. An hour passed and Sara drifted off to sleep.

When she woke it was still dark, and again she could see her aunt’s silhouette moving toward her in the light from the hall. She could smell the chlorine from the jacuzzi on her naked skin as she sat on the edge of the bed. Sara pretended sleep as her aunt brushed her hair from her forehead.

"Sara?" she whispered but the young girl was too scared to speak. She lay there on her back, her eyes closed tight, her chest rising and falling with each breath. She waited for her aunt’s kiss but her hand lingered this time stroking Sara’s long blonde hair. Then the fingers slipped softly into the nape of Sara’s neck, caressing her skin. The fingertips were like soft kisses and Sara felt her body start to relax. The fingers roamed over the young girl’s shoulders then down across her chest tracing circles around the sensitive nipples poking up against the course flannel sending a shiver through Sara’s body.

Her aunt’s touch moved lower until her fingers danced around the naked flesh of her naval, tickling, but not so she laughed. The fingers explored the gap of skin between Sara’s tops and bottoms. Butterflies swirled in her belly and she felt her thighs drifting apart. As the fingertips kissed the hem of her waistband, Sara drew in her breath. Her chest rose and her tummy sank and she felt her aunt’s fingers slip beneath the elastic band. They massaged the sensitive mound of young flesh rising up from her virgin slit then slid down over her electric button.

Sara gasped breathing hard now but still holding her eyes shut, her hands clutching the sheets at her side. The fingers moved delicately over her tender lips, prying them open and exploring the velvet folds inside, slick with wetness. One finger vibrated over Sara’s button making sparks appear behind her eyelids while another teased the nerves inside her young cunt. Her aunt’s touch worked magic between her slender thighs until her body tensed and her nerves broke open with heat and pleasure spreading from her sex to the tips of her fingers and toes. Sara’s body went limp and her aunt’s lips pressed against her forehead before she left the room without a word.

Sara made her way downstairs in the morning to her aunt making breakfast. Sara was afraid to look her in the eye, but her aunt was acting as if nothing had happened. She talked casually about the day ahead while she spooned eggs onto Sara’s plate. Sara was both hurt and relieved by her aunt’s manor, and was glad that she had already made plans to spend the day with a friend. She wouldn’t see her aunt until dinner time and then her parents would be bye Monday morning to pick her up.

The day with her friend was long and uneasy. She was distracted and confused and her emotions seemed to change with every passing minute. But as she headed back to her aunt’s house, the doubt and shame that had weighed heavy on her early in the day, had lifted and was replaced by a growing sense of excitement about what her aunt might have waiting for her.

Sara came through the back door into the kitchen and nearly fell over from shock. The last thing she had expected to see was her mother. And until the woman turned around, that’s exactly who Sara thought she was looking at. Same frumpy clothes and conservative hair-do, hunched over the oven with a skillet in one hand and a spatula in the other.

"You must be Sara!" boomed a voice from the hallway, and Sara turned to see a man standing there with a drink in his hand. For a minute she wondered if she had come into the wrong house, until her aunt appeared and introduced Mike and Gene. They were neighbors from up the street and Emma had invited them for dinner. Unfortunately, Gene had to work so she was spooning her dinner into a plastic bowl so she could eat at the hospital.

Gene was off and Mike took a seat at the table with Sara and her aunt. Gene and Mike were closer to Sara’s parents in age, a little older even. And though Gene could have been her mom’s sister, Sara quickly realized Mike was nothing like her father. He was laid back and funny. His daughter was about Sara’s age and was spending the summer with her grandparents. He and Gene had met Sara’s aunt and uncle at a parent-teachers conference.

The food was good and the conversation flowed and Sara was allowed a small glass of wine. She was relaxing for the first time all day when the dishes were cleared and her aunt suggested they all soak in the jacuzzi. Butterflies suddenly rose up in Sara’s tummy and then spread through her young body when Mike declared that he didn’t have any trunks.

"It’s really so much better when you go au natural," Emma said grinning at Mike. "You don’t mind, do you, Sara?" her aunt asked turning her eyes on the girl. Sara found herself shaking her head and following her aunt and Mike out onto the patio, the bottle of wine swinging at her aunt’s side.

Sara watched as her aunt pealed off her top then slid out of her jeans. Her body was amazing. Only a bit taller than Sara, she was petite but curvy with large round breasts. Sara felt embarrassed to expose her young body next to her aunt’s until she realized that Mike’s attention was focused on her. She undressed shyly but with growing confidence as she watched him watching her from the corner of her eye.

Mike made no attempt to peak from around his eyes, or to hide his body. Sara blushed when she saw his penis dangling between his thighs, and even harder when she met his piercing gaze and warm smile.

The jets came to life, and though Sara liked the feeling of her new found confidence, she was glad to be hidden beneath the foaming bubbles. Mike sat across from her with his arms spread out around the rim of the tub. Emma was slow to enter, moving naked around the patio, pouring glasses of wine. She placed one in Mike’s hand then slid down into the water at his side, cuddling up under his arm as if he were her husband.

The casual conversation from dinner continued, though Sara had a tough time following it. Her attention was on her aunt’s hands, which, although hidden under the spray of white bubbles, were quite obviously in Mike’s lap. Mike too seemed to be lagging behind in dialogue as Emma joked and teased about something or other. Several times he lay his head back and closed his eyes and Sara could hear his breath escaping his lungs.

"Sorry ladies but the water and the wine are getting to me. I’m gunna need to sit up for a minute." And Sara watched as his strong arms lifted his body from the water until his bare butt rested on the edge of the tub. "I didn’t want to offend Sara," he added with a smile in his eyes. Sara’s eyes were glued to his full erection, standing proudly between his legs, its tip poking at his firm stomach. Her mouth was suddenly dry.

"Oh, I don’t think she’ll be offended. She’s not that innocent," and Sara’s aunt winked at the girl as she slid over and ran her hand up Mike’s thigh until her grip was around the base of his cock, stroking it slowly. The only sound was Mike’s breathing as Sara sat and watched her aunt massaging the tower of flesh directly in front of her.

"Its okay Sara. Here..." she whispered and Sara felt her body drifting through the water towards the cock held out to her by her aunt. She felt her naked body rising out of the water as she stepped between his spread thighs, now looking down at the cock, her first cock. She felt her hand encircle the thick shaft just above her aunt’s thumb and finger. "Rubbery... hot... pulsing... strange... good," she thought, and she watched her hand move up and down the shaft, its thick vain slipping under her thumb. Her finger tips danced over the purple mushroom swelling at the tip and Sara loved the spongy feeling.

Sara nearly jumped at the touch of her aunt’s hand on her back, she was so entranced by the throbbing flesh in front of her. "You like?" her aunt whispered into her ear, her fingers dancing softly down the length of the girl’s spine. Sara nodded her appreciation then gasped at the double sensation of her aunt suddenly engulfing the cock with her mouth, while at the same time sliding her hand over Sara’s young ass, squeezing her firm round cheek. Sara’s eyes grew as her aunt’s lips slid down the hot pole and kissed her delicate fingers. She moaned when her aunt’s hand slid between the cheeks of her ass and traveled down between her thighs. She watched her aunt bobbing slowly up and down on the cock in her hand while penetrating fingers sent electricity through her body.

A second hand covered the naked flesh of her bottom, squeezing it, and Sara suddenly remembered the man attached to her first cock. His hand moved up her hip and cupped her young breasts, pinching and tweaking them. Sara breath was heavy in her lungs and her legs were weak beneath her.

Emma lifted her head from the cock and looked deep into Sara’s eyes, her finger stroking the hard button hidden between the young girl’s legs. She brought her lips to Sara’s, kissing softly at first, then finding her inexperienced tongue and drawing it into her mouth. Sara could taste the musky scent of the cock on her aunt’s breath and moaned deep into her mouth as there tongues slid over one another. Their lips parted and Emma guided the cock to Sara’s eager kiss.

"Suck on it, Sweety," Emma whispered into her ear as she kissed Sara’s neck. In her own ears she could hear the slurp and smack of innocent lips taking in their first cock. Mike’s voice rose above their heads, heavy and deep, filled with appreciation. Emma moved around behind Sara, spooning her young body in hers while her arms encircled her hips and her hands explored her tender box. Her lips and whispers were at Sara’s ear, kissing and instructing. She covered the inexperienced hand with her own and taught the young girl rhythm as she stroked the cock into her mouth. She guided the virgin’s fingers over his dangling balls and showed her how to roll them with her tongue.

Sara’s body ached with pleasure and thrilled at the feeling of flesh between her lips. Her aunt taught her and she made love to the cock in front of her until the sensations became too much. Her head spun with the heat of the water and the indescribable sensation of her aunt’s breasts stroking her back and her hot hips cradling Sara’s small ass.

"I think we need to move into the living room," Emma suggested, and they lifted the young girl from the tub toweling her off between them.

After a tall glass of water, Sara followed her aunt into the living room where Mike sat waiting, stroking his stiff prick. "Here, Sara..." her aunt breathed against her neck as she led her to the couch. Sara loved the feeling of her aunt’s hands which seemed to be everywhere on her hot flesh. Her heart raced as she guided her down onto Mike’s lap, straddling his muscular thighs so her knees rested on either side of him and his fat cock poked up between her spread legs. Emma climbed up behind her young pupil and again spooned her smaller body inside her own.

Sara had no idea what to do and thrilled at the feeling of her aunt’s soft body pressing up against her and sandwiching her against Mike’s hard frame. She leaned back into her teacher letting her take control. Emma’s hands cupped her aching breasts and offered them up to Mike’s lips. He sucked passionately at them, his mouth covering them entirely and his teeth nibbling at her hard nipples. Beneath her, Sara could feel his hard cock sliding against her naked slit and for the first time she forgot her modesty, "Oh, Fuck!"

The words oozed from her lips. "That’s it, Sara..." her aunt whispered. She reached between the older man and the young girl taking his cock in her hand and pressing it to Sara’s virgin slit. Sara groaned loudly. "Do you like his cock?" her words teased at Sara’s ear. "Aaaah, yes!" she cried out. "Tell him, Sara. Tell him you like his cock." The thick shaft pried apart her tight lips until they hugged the underside, stroking wet velvet over his bulging vain.

"Oh, Fuck Mike! I love your cock!" and with those words his hips began to thrust up between her spread thighs, his cock slicing open her aching cunt, filling it with ecstasy. He kissed her hard and she opened her mouth to him experiencing her first difference between a man and woman.

"Tell him you want to fuck his cock," whispered her aunt, and she screamed the words, "Fuck me Mike! Oh God! I wanna fuck your cock! I wanna fuck it so bad! I want it in side of me. Please fuck me, Mike! Please!"

As her own words echoed in her ears, Sara both feared and desperately desired the first penetration of his cock into her virgin womb. She closed her eyes tight bracing for it, but it did not come. Her aunt’s grip was high on his cock, her thumb and finger tight just beneath its swollen helmet. She held the throbbing shaft snug against the young girl’s splayed lips as he thrust his length up between them. With her own hips, Emma was rocking Sara’s pelvis against the cock until she found the rhythm and fucked her cunt against it. The sensation was excruciating pleasure against her swollen clit and it brought forth a litany of words from the girl that made her feel both nasty and sexy and brought the ecstacy to a boil.

"Ooooohhh! Godddd!" she screamed, her body bursting with heat and wetness. Her aunt was stroking Mike’s cock furiously between them and he let out his own growl of pleasure clamping his hands tight over Sara’s naked ass and pulling her hard against his cock. She looked down between them through hazy eyes as white fire shot from the eye of his cock and splashed against her chin and tits.

Sara collapsed, sticky and wet against Mike’s chest lying there panting until her aunt pulled her down to the floor. She stretched out on her back drawing in her breath as her aunt’s lips and tongue moved over her naked body licking up his seed. She brought her lips to Sara’s and the young girl sucked hungrily at her aunt’s kiss tasting his cum there.

"I want you to choose the cock that takes your virginity," her aunt whispered to her, as if anticipating the question on Sara’s mind. Then she slid her body down Sara’s until her head rested between her spread thighs. Sara trembled as her aunt’s tongue devoured her young cunt. She watched with hungry eyes as Mike knelt behind her aunt, feeding his cock deep into her pussy and rocking her forward between Sara’s thighs. Her aunt would cum soon after Sara’s juices filled her mouth and Sara would taste her aunt on Mike’s bloated cock as he coated her tongue with his final load.

Sara would spend the last night of that weekend in her aunt’s bed learning a different kind of lovemaking. In two weeks she would lose her cherry to a boy in her class. The experience would last just under two minutes. He pulled out leaving the condom her aunt had given her still inside her, and came all over the inside of her thigh. He then told all of his friends he had fucked her and by the following Monday, the entire school knew.

Sara didn’t know how long she had been asleep when her door opened and she saw her aunt’s silhouette moving towards her in the dark. She decided to simply stay the night when they got home from the wedding and was sleeping in Samantha’s bedroom while she was at a sleep over. Her aunt crawled in next to her asking what she had done to shake her uncle up so much. When Sara realized that he must have seen her, her body raged with a renewed sexual appetite. She slid over her aunt’s body, relaxing into a 69. She was experienced enough to know she was tasting her uncle’s seed inside her aunt’s wet cunt and thrilled at the idea.

Although Sara loved her aunt and trusted her more than anyone, there were still things she kept from her. She filled her in on what her husband had seen that night but hid the details of her friends and how she knew them. She shared many fantasies with her aunt but never the one’s involving her husband and how she lusted after him, although she was sure her aunt knew and might even encourage her. But she didn’t know the extent of Sara’s desires and the girl was sure they were more than even her aunt would be willing to accept.