All these feelings fueled my desire for more of Ryan and his wonderful penis. I loved to touch it and watch it leap and buck in my hand, and to feel it sliding over my tongue. I even liked it when it sort of choked me when Ryan shoved it too far into my inexperienced mouth. And, I loved it when he came. I loved watching him cum in my hand and when he spurted onto my chest, neck, and even my face.  I was learning to love the taste of his cum when he came in my mouth. It took some getting used to, but I decided that it was worth it and part of his pleasure and should be part of mine.

 And, most of all, I really, really loved it when he pushed his wonderful instrument into my cunt.  That he had condoms and was willing to use them was a surprise, but learning to put them on him was a wonderful thrill. Because, as I rolled the rubbers over his cock head and down his slender shaft, I got to see him with his legs spread. His balls were layout for my inspection, as was the ridge behind them leading to his anus. The first time he fucked me it didn’t even hurt, although he felt impossibly large going in. But once he had seated his cock completely in my pussy, he felt so spectacularly natural, that I was excited beyond words. In fact, his penis in me felt so “at home”, that I almost cried.

 I found that I loved watching him as he stroked in and out of my little cunt. His cock seemed so large next to me that I always smiled in wonder. I loved watching the muscles in his body flex beneath his tan and his white middle move up and down against my equally pale groin. I loved to seem him strain as he approached orgasm, and I learned to be able to distinguish when he was close to coming verses when he wasn’t by the feel of his cock in me as his helmet flared larger, rubbing harder against my interior.  When he came.., when he came in me I loved in so much. I would hug Ryan hard with my whole body, my arms around his neck, my girl legs around his middle and my cunt around his pole.

 I even like the messy part of taking the condom from his flaccid penis. It was slippery with my honey, and his public hair was matted with my fluid and my scent. It was that special scent that led directly to my next adventure.

 I decided to spin off from the flock and go search him out.  Because we had made out in the space under his rented cottage, I knew where he lived.

 I was wearing my usual summer day uniform of small two-piece that somehow fit better than it had before Ryan, at least I imagined it so with a towel draped over one shoulder. I strolled nervously down the street. His cottage was only one block off the beach, and was situated on cement block “stilts” in case of hurricane or other natural disasters, but was several blocks south of the boardwalk.  It was hot and still off the beach, and I felt small trickles of sweat sliding between my little breasts and down my tummy. But, I was a girl on a mission.

 I climbed the wooden stairs and, scuffing my flip-flops in the sand on the wooden deck before the door; I screwed up my courage and knocked, and knocked again. My shoulders slumped when I realized that nobody was home. I jumped when I heard an unexpected man’s voice from below, “Hello,” it inquired.

 Peering over the railing, I could see a shadow behind the latticework that screened the area below the house. “Yes?” I responded.

 “Oh, hi,” the voice said.  “Are you looking for Ryan?” The shadow moved from beyond the lattice into the open doorway that led into the storage area beneath the house, and transformed into an older version of Ryan.  I caught my breath at the unexpected parent.

 He stood there, wiping his hands on a pink shop towel. He was muscled and tan, and had a riot of light blond-red hair that crawled up his belly and spread over his chest. I could see his darker red nipples that inscribed nearly perfect circles on either side of his chest. He was smiling. Ryan’s dad had nice, even teeth, and an unruly shock of red hair on his head.  His eyes were a merry blue, and when he smiled he revealed very cute dimples on his cheeks. I could see laugh-lines radiating from his eyes.  In an instant I felt at home with him. Somehow I decided that he was a “comfortable dad”, as some of them were. Most were not.

 He was wearing a pair of cut off jeans and rubber flip flops.

 I skipped down the stairs, stopping in front of him. He was an inch or so taller than his son, and bigger all over, and more relaxed and comfortable in his own skin than Ryan was.  He was very likely what Ryan would grow into, just like my fairly busty, flirty mother was likely what I would one day become.

 Looking up at him, I must have squinted some in the sunlight reflecting from the white lattice.  “Here,” he said, moving aside, “Come in here out of the glare.” I stepped quickly past him into the dark, cooler interior of the storage room. In it were deflated beach balls and inner tubes, folded up chase lounges, some with padded cushions, and some without. Dim light spread across the room in a checkerboard pattern. 

 Turning, I said, “Hi, I’m Ellie—Elaine, I mean.” I felt that I was outgrowing El or Ellie. I felt it was time for a name change to Elaine, which began at that precise moment.

 “Oh?” he said, his eyebrows arching. “I thought you’d be older.”

 “Ryan told you about me,” I said, suddenly panicked they way kids get with a grown up knows more than they do about themselves.

 “Sure, he told me.” Ryan’s dad replied, looking me up and down.

 “What did he tell you?” I asked, my voice squeaking.

 “Oh, the usual,” he replied. “That you are cute and fun and smart…”

 “Oh,” I said, relaxing, but blushing none-the-less.

 “He also told me he would probably remember you always…” Ryan’s dad said softly.

 “Why?” I asked, curious now, the tenseness gone.

 “Well,” he began. “I smelled sex. I guess I smelled your scent on him, so I asked him. Do you really want to know?”

 “Sure,” I answered, feeling excited and embarrassed at the same time at the mention of my smell; my sexual odor. Maybe Ryan would love me always!

 Ryan’s dad looked at me and said, “Ryan told me that you two had fucked, and that it was the first time for each of you.”  I felt my mouth go dry and my knees were suddenly unstable. I couldn’t believe it! Ryan had told his dad, a parent, that we had had sex. No, more than that, that we had fucked!  I wanted to die.

 “You alright,” Ryan’s dad asked with concern in his voice. He reached out and grabbed me by my elbows as I sort of sank on rubber legs.

 “Oh, sure, I’m alright,” I said, tears welling up in my eyes, “I’m great.  My friend’s dad knows I’ve been having sex with his son. That’s just great…” my voice trailed off.

 Ryan’s dad gently guided me to one of the lounge chairs and helped me to sit down. “Don’t worry, Elaine, Ryan and I talk about a lot of stuff.  It doesn’t go any farther than me. I promise you.” He said in a quiet voice.  Continuing he said, “I can see why he likes you so much.”

 “Yeah, really?” I asked, not expecting any real answer, bitterness at my first male betrayal.

 “Yes, Elly, err, Elaine,” he said, one hand resting on my shoulder as I sat in front of him. You are truly beautiful. He will remember always how beautiful a woman he was with the first time he had sex.”  His hand squeezed my shoulder gently. “I know I would remember you if I had made love with you.” I saw his genuine and gentle smile as I looked up at him, “I would remember always the gift that you gave me…”

 “Really,” I said, both mollified and intrigued. He looked so good to me as I felt the panic drain away, replaced by a feeling of gratitude.

 “Yes, truly, I would,” we said, moving just a bit closer. His crotch was now less than a foot from my face, and his feet were now on either side of mine as I sat on the lounge chair Ryan and I had used in our last mating.

 Without bidding my hands rose from my lap and slid gently up Ryan’s dad’s thighs, bypassing the growing bulge in his jeans, and sliding over his stomach, through the tufts of red hair there. As if drawn by a power other than mine, my hands drifted up to his lower chest.

 Bending, Ryan’s dad brought his face down to mine and we kissed. Softly at first, then suddenly more intensely, his tongue invaded my mouth like a slippery eel, tasting of sweat and man.  It was different, more practiced and more pleasurable than the gentle inquiring kisses Ryan and I had shared. I learned more about kissing from Ryan’s dad’s first one than from all of Ryan’s put together. He literally took my breath away.

 “I love your body,” I heard him whisper as he slid down sitting next to me on the lounge. “You are lovely and perfect,” he said, bringing his lips back to mine.  As we kissed I felt his large hand slid into my suit top and cup my small breast. I shivered under his touch, feeling my heat rise and my nipple harden.

 “Oh, my,” I said as our lips parted slightly, “that feels sooooo good.”  I ran my hand over his chest and then down over his stomach. He felt strong and wonderful.  He grabbed my wrist, gently, and moved my hand down over the lump in his jeans.  It felt hot and huge. He rubbed himself with my hand as we both looked down, seeing him move my willing and cupped hand over his sex.  I nuzzled his neck as his hand lifted free of mine, which kept massaging his growing cock, and moved, crossing me, onto my tummy.  His other hand continued to squeeze my little breasts inside my suit top. I felt my breath come more rapidly, and my pussy was beginning to leak inside my suit bottom.

 I sucked in my breath, pulling my stomach in to give his hand room to slide inside my suit, his fingers gliding through my silky pubic hair and touching the top of my slit. His hand felt warm and wonderful and larger than Ryan’s.  Lifting my hand from his jeans, I slipped my thumbs inside the waist band of my suit and tugged it down to my knees.

 “God, you’re hot, “Ryan’s dad whispered, his hand now moving easily over my mound and between my thighs.  Touching my inner thighs he said, “You are so incredibly soft there…” I felt so dizzy from his touches. I kissed him again, almost frantically, my tongue flashed into his mouth, slipping and sliding over his tongue and his teeth, tasting him, breathing in his taste.  His hands continued to move on me.

 I slipped my hand back onto his crotch, sliding it beneath his jeans. I felt the thick hair below his belly button.  Quickly, he unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped them.  Lifting his butt up some, he slid them down to his ankles, slipping one foot free of them.

 I grabbed his cock. It was hard like a living rock. I looked down. He was larger than Ryan, and he had veins roughly coursing under the skin of his penis. The purple cock head flared out broader than his son’s did, and the slit in the tip seemed bigger.  I placed my fingers over the head in a small circle, and pushed down on the spongy cap, causing the slit to open. It looked as big around as a soda straw.  His crotch was covered with red hair that was rougher than mine, but silky nonetheless. His balls hung down between his legs, and I could see two distinct orbs in the loose skin of his sack. He had a light dusting of red hairs on his scrotum.  I felt my mouth water at the sight of a fully mature male organ.

 Without thinking, I bent my head down to his groin. Ryan’s dad’s hands slipped from me and then rested on my back and massaged me there, and on my neck as my mouth sought his penis.  I smelled him, drawing his scent deep into my lungs. He had a sharper, more pungent, and more powerful smell than his boy.  He excited me so much, that I almost passed out again. 

 Grasping his cock at the root with my hand (it looked so large in my hand), I wriggled it, seeing all the veins, especially the large one the wriggled along the top, and the clear demarcation of his urethra along the bottom, and I reached out with my pink tongue and just toughed his pee hole lightly.  I heard him groan. 

 Encouraged, I slipped the entire head into my mouth until I help it behind the flaring head with my lips.  I began to stroke him and suck on the head, my little pink tongue slipping all over the large head as I did so.  My mouth had to stretch to take this adult cock into it, and I was in a sort of transported state as I forced him deeper into my mouth, my tongue along the side of his rod as he slipped ever deeper into me.  I felt him untie the back of my bikini top and begin to slide his hand all over my back.  Reaching around to my waist, he turned me so I was now on my side on the lounge, my mouth on his raging penis. His hands began to stroke my naked body, along my sides, over by small breasts, and over my hips and between my thighs.  I began to buck against him. My hips began the ageless back and forth men’s touch cause in women.

 And too, he began to buck his hips up and down forcing his steel rod into my mouth and down to the rim, and back up. One of his strong hands gripped my skull and pushed in counter point to his hips.  He was fucking my face, and I could begin to taste his slimy cum as some leaked into my hot and hungry mouth. I felt in a sort of glory state that I could do this to a man; too turn his animal on so.

 Suddenly, he stopped the motion of his cock and held my head close.  “I want to fuck you,” he murmured. I want my cock in your cunt!” he said more forcefully.  He pulled his cock from my mouth with an audible pop!

 Pushing me backward, I was now on my back on the lounge.  He stood briefly, his cock rampant and shining from my saliva. Some dripped from his shaft as he reached down and plucked my top from my chest and pulled my bottoms from my legs.  He pushed his hand roughly between my thighs, forcing them wider apart.  Taking his giant rod, all red and angry looking into one clenched hand he knelt between my legs. Ryan’s dad seemed to tower over me, broad shouldered, more thickly muscled than his son, but with a man’s belly, thick hairy thighs, and a hungry look on his face.

 I heard him whisper more to himself than to me, “You’re so young. So young and lovely…”  I smiled up at him as he leaned down, resting his weight on his knees and one hand, the other holding his massive organ.  I spread my legs as wide as I could to accommodate him. This was an adult male; not a boy.  He pointed his tool at my cunt. I reached down between my legs and spread my labia as the head of his penis made electric contact with my clit. He ran the head up and down my slit. I move my hands to his neck and watched, hunched up, as his cock head spread my pussy lips as he stroked me up and down. My body was becoming focused on my groin as his cock stimulated my clit each time he rubbed it over the top of it.  His penis looked so much larger than his son’s did. I could see his cum filled balls dangling down behind his fist where it held his cock tightly.

 He kissed my forehead as he began to probe my hole.  I lifted my hips slightly to line our two sexes up, and felt him push, push, push into me.  At first just the head split me, spreading my vagina wider. I felt my head fall back onto the lounge cushion as Ryan’s dad slowly entered my tight, tight cunt. The feelings were exquisite as his thick shaft slid down some, pulled back just a little to coat itself with my flow, and then down a bit more; again and again.

 I loved the feeling of his gentle penetration, and it would be a lasting memory of that unusual day. Finally, I felt his knuckles touch my clit. I jumped when they did, the sudden pressure sending waves of pleasure through me, up to my nipples and down to my finger and toe tips.  He moved his hand away, and placed it alongside my shoulder as he pushed with his hips. His penis, pulsing with life, pushed down, and down and.., down into me. I sighed in pleasure as he bottomed out.  I wiggled by ass to seat him deeper and more completely into me. I could feel his entire length in me and the bulbous head pulsed wickedly in me.  He gently lowered himself onto me his size eclipsing me completely; blanketing my small form, and I shivered when his lower chest pressed into my nipples and mashed my breasts. He was so large on me that his chin rested on the top of my head, and I licked upward onto his neck, leaving wet trails from my tongue along the small whiskers there. This is now, truly, my fast real man.

 My hands wandered down his back to his hips and slid back up to his rib cage. I felt him begin to move over me and his organ began its long slide up and up, vacating my pussy, suctioning fluids up with it as it rose majestically from within me until just the tip, dripping my honey, was touching my now red hole. I felt my hot juices flow down over my anus and onto the crack of my ass, spread under Ryan’s dad’s weight. And then… And then he pushed is tool back into me. This time faster until his red cock hairs pushed into my pubis, the root of his cock shoving against my clit. My breath exploded from me. With a rush, and I grasped at his shoulders.

 His chest broke contact with mine as he began to pump in me. In and out his giant man-cock split my cunt, shoving aside my lips with each thrust. I could feel my cunt gripping his shaft as he pulled it back, only to shove it home again.  Again and again he pulled forth and plunged back into me. My eyes shut tight at the pleasure he was giving me with his mighty penis. He began to grunt each time he shoved his penis into me, violating my depths. And each time he grunted it was followed by a wet sound as his belly slapped mine and his large testicles bounced against my asshole.

 I began to moan and then to grunt with him each time he thrust home. “Ungh, ungh, ungh,” we said together, “Ungh, ungh, ungh,” as he pumped and my hips rose to meet his wetly.  I surrendered thought as he fucked me and fucked me and fucked me over and over. His son had never really fucked me like this, but he was still a boy, just a boy. This was a full fledged alpha male rutting on top of me, taking pleasure from my youth and my tight young pussy, and my young, almost flat tits; his cock outsized to my cunt.

 And I was in glory as he fucked me. Filling me over and over again with his body. His penis seemed to grow in me until it seemed to fill the universe. My stomach felt filled like never before as he thrust again and again into me.  My arms feel weakly to my sides as he fucked my small body. “Ungh, ungh,” he grunted over me.

 Suddenly, my body spasmed, leaping out of control as my stomach rolled in muscle gripping waves, and my thighs clenched his thighs, and my breath left me again, and the soles of my feet clenched in spasmodic pain, my toes curling. My fingers clasping and unclasping at nothing as my orgasm flooded my entire being.  My eyes flung open and I could just make Ryan’s dad out as he humped me like a bear, sweat now dripping from him onto my tiny 13 year old body. 

 Just as I was about to pass out from the pain and pleasure of his fucking, he rose up, pulled his cock from within me with a sudden, vacating move that left my innards feeling suddenly abandoned. He struggled up my body, and I knew what he wanted.  I leaned my head up, opening my mouth to his bulging cock.  He laid it on my tongue, and I could taste me, all ocean waves and slippery musk.  “Ohhhhhh,” he cried out as a giant rope of cum leaped from the slit in the tip of his cock head and flooded into my mouth. And again and again he spewed forth his white hot seed.  He leaned back, pointed his cock at my torso, jets of cum spurting out of his cock onto my chest, coating my small breasts with his blasts, each drop feeling like hot candle wax on my already superheated skin.

 His neck was taunt in a rictus that pulled his tendons tight, opening his mouth in a grimace as he spurted his cum. His balls rolled and flexed with each jet of his cum, until, until there was just a dribble sliding from the head, a long, slow drop onto one nipple. 

 Slowly, his breathing, and mine, returned to normal.  “My lord,” he said, “That was absolutely unbelievable.”  I agreed.  He milked some remaining cum from his cock. I opened my mouth to show him a wad of his cum still on cupped by my tongue.  “You are a natural,” he said, smiling down at me. “Swallow it,” he commanded.  And I did.

 His cum tasted stronger than his son’s did. It was somewhat more bitter and had a stronger male aftertaste.  I loved it more than anything I had ever had before.  He reached down and smeared his cum into my very, very sensitive breasts saying, “Cum will make them grow.”  Each time she ran a heavy hand over my tit, it sent large waves tumbling though me.  I reached down and cupped my small cunt, feeling it, seeing if it had somehow been left opened as wide as a soup can.  While tender, she felt just as before. Tight, and wet and wanton.

 Ryan’s dad then took his semi-erect cock and placed it on my lips, leaning forward. He commanded me to suck him, to clean him off. I opened willingly while he fed his penis into my welcoming mouth. I loved our tastes, his and mine together. Man and girl. Heavy and fresh.  He pulled himself from my mouth and hung his balls over my face. I reached up and held his sack at the base and licked his hairy balls, savoring the taste of my juices on him, and marveling at their size and their movements, seemingly independent of him or me.

 Finally, Ryan’s dad lifted himself completely free of me.  Reaching onto the floor, he picked up the pink shop towel and began to wipe his cum from me. “You’ll need to wash off before you go home,” he said.

 “Yes,” I said, “I know.”

 He bent over, his cock now flaccid, but still large and red, picked up his jeans shorts and stepped into them. “You’d better get dressed now, Elaine,” he said, the first man every to call me by my full, woman’s name. 

 Carefully, I pulled up my suit bottom, gently spreading my legs to fit the rough material against my tender, ravaged cunt.  I slipped my bra-like top over my shoulders, and turning, he tied the back strings together.

 He cupped my chin in his one hand, and looking at me with a serious _expression said, “You know, you can’t tell anyone about this…” I said I knew and he didn’t have to worry.  “Good,” he said. 

 I combed my hair with my fingertips, and replaced my ponytail, which had come undone during our sex, with the elastic band.  “I…” started to say.

 “Yes,” he answered.

 “I.., well, that was the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me…” I stood on wobbly legs. 

 He reached for my chin again, and holding it said, smiling at me, “You were simply the best little fuck there has ever been.”  And I loved him for it.

 

“Can we..,” I began, but he cut me off.

 “No… We’d better not.”

 “Why don’t you just give Ryan a good time,” he instructed.  “He needs you. He needs to learn from you.”

 “But,” I whined, “I don’t know any more than he does.

 “Yes. Yes you do. You are a natural,” he said. Motioning, he said, “You’d better leave now before Ryan’s mom gets home. And there it was. I had fucked both son and father on the same cushion, and both had been momentous. Both had been wonderful.

 I walked through the door, blinking in the sunlight, and began to walk slowly down the street toward the beach. I heard Ryan’s dad call my name, “Elaine.”  I paused and turned. He said, “Say hello to Gina for me.” And smiled a broad smile.  I smiled back, thrilled.

 

Okay, so it's the summer.  Summer used to be a time to hang out at the beach, maybe take a few easy classes (you know, shit like "History of Ancient Civilization" or "Figure Drawing and Painting"), etc.  Now, it's merely another set of days in an office with no windows staring at a recalcitrant PC, trying to figure out why it's refusing to malloc memory for me.  Of course, there are some good things.  The atmosphere is great.  It's a really small place...only 15 people if you include our part-time receptionist, and they leave me alone.

Anyway, during the summer, we typically provide work for the bosses' kids. That's pretty par for the course at any engineering outfit (probably at other places too, but I can't comment on it from personal experience). In this case, that means our VP's daughter.

Her name is Donna.  She's a cute blond with a nice rounded ass and medium-large tits.  Most of the time she wears a faded pair of jeans and a tee shirt.  Now, you can rave about lingerie all you want, but to me, there's *nothing* sexier than a faded pair of jeans (a holdover from some experiences in my college days -- I may even let you in on that... one of these days), and Donna looks great in them.  She's even about my height, which is unusual. I'm about 5'10", and the average American female is (I think) 5'6".  Anyway, the combination makes her look *much* older than her 16 years.  We normally hang out while I wait for my programs to run (one problem with doing low level robotics is that you actually have to wait for the hardware to move and do things before you find out if it bombs) and talk.  She's fairly bright and very personable, so we got to be reasonably good friends, despite the 12 year difference in our ages.

Anyhow, Monday last week Donna cornered me in the kitchen at the office and asked me if I would show her how to "do it" (don't blame me...that's *her* terminology).  She wanted to learn how to do "everything," and she wanted me to "teach" her.  I was more than a little tense at first.  After all, she was a good 12 years my junior -- we're talking genuine jailbait here -- and her mom was one of my bosses.  But Donna convinced me by throwing her arms around me and rubbing her tight, young body against mine.  She started kissing me... deep, hot kisses with lots of tongue action.  I could feel her nipples poking out through her shirt, and a familiar tightness was beginning in my pants.  "What the fuck," I thought, "I can only get fired once."

My hand crept up under her shirt to her tits.  They were young and firm, and I really was getting into it.  But we were only in the kitchen!  In between kisses, I gasped, "We can't here... we have to go somewhere private."

Donna agreed and followed me into one of the bathrooms.  They aren't big, but there's more than one, so nobody would really notice if one was in use for a lengthy period of time.  Also, they have lock on the doors, which feature I very carefully used.

"The first thing," I said, "is we have to be *quiet*."  She responded by kissing me again.  This time, I went full force with her.  The two of us were getting really hot and heavy.  I lifted up her shirt and undid her bra.  Ahh, bless the kind soul who invented the front-closing brassiere!  Uncovered, I could see that her tits were as young and smooth as they had felt.  The were milky white, without a single scar or pull.  Her nipples were small, but already stiff and pointy.  I cupped one in my hand as we started kissing again.

Donna grasped my hand as I rubbed her tits up and down.  My mouths migrated down to lick and caress her teen-age nipples.  Donna sighed as my lips closed on the stiff pink knob that topped her breast.

I stopped after a moment, noticing how she was gyrating her hips.  If I had kept up much longer, she would probably have cum in her jeans.  So I stopped and whispered; "Now we have to get naked."  She started to undo my pants, but I stopped her.  "You first”.  Donna kicked off her sneakers and removed her shirt and already-opened bra.  Then she unzipped her jeans and stepped out of them.  She was wearing a tiny pair of pink cotton panties, with just a few wisps of blond pubic hair poking around the edges.  Slowly and teasingly, she slipped those off too, so that she stood nude before me... except for a pair of white socks. My eyes swept down her smooth form.  Donna smiled a shy little smile and giggled as my gaze locked on her crotch.  Her pubic hair was fairly sparse, leaving most of her young twat in view.  I could see her pink pussy lips almost clearly.

"Lesson one," I said, "Is jerking off.  I'll do you first."  With that, I went up to her started kissing her again.  Her body was rubbing close up against mine as I dropped a hand to her virgin cunt.  Her thin bush was barely noticeable as I started moving my fingers up and down her slit.  For someone as horny as she was, she wasn't all that juicy, but as I rubbed her twat, she got wetter and wetter.  My finger slipped between her pussy lips.  They pulled on my hand as I stroked up and down, bringing Donna to the very edge of orgasm.

Donna stopped kissing me and bit her lower lip as I twiddled her tiny clit in my fingers.  I took one finger and pushed the tip into her pussy.  I poked forward until it was buried in her twat.  Then I rubbed my palm rapidly over her little love-button until she started pumping her hips up and down. She was just about ready to cum, so I sped up.  She gasped and her entire body shook as a huge orgasm started in her snatch and sped throughout her body.  I slowed down to a gentle stroke until she had stopped quivering.

When she was recovered, we kissed some more.  Her firm body pressed up against me, and I said, "Your turn now."  Her hand ran down to the bulge that was threatening to burst my pants.  She massaged it gently, as if afraid of hurting me. 

"Go ahead," I urged, "Open up and feel it." 

She unzipped my pants and lowered them to the tiled floor.  She grabbed my dick, looking at it. 

"Here," I said, guiding her hands.  "Hold it like a stick and rub up and down slowly."  I flinched once or twice when she squeezed too hard or twisted my prick the wrong way, but she got the hang of it pretty fast.

I steadied myself as she rubbed her hands over my cock.  The sight of a young cherry like Donna jerking me off was almost more than I could stand, but I wanted to make this last as long as possible. 

She looked up at me, batted her blue eyes, and asked me, "How will I know when to stop?"

"You'll know," I assured her.

"But I'm getting tired."  We solved that problem by having her kneel on the floor while I sat on the edge of the toilet.  That way, she could stroke my cock without getting too tired.

The waves of sensation as she rubbed my prick were almost too much. Without any urging on my part, she used her other hand to play with by balls. I could feel the cum building up as her inexperienced hand roamed up and down my rock-solid prick.  I started to push my cock into her fist.  She instinctively sped up, keeping a steady pressure on my rod, lubricated by the pre-cum that was oozing forth from the hole in ever greater amounts.  Donnas hot little fist moved over my dick until I couldn't keep it back any more.

Donna was surprised as a thick stream of cum shot out, but she kept her hand wrapped tightly on my rod as my nuts pulsed forth their contents.  She slowed down as my hot cream coated her hand, but kept stroking up and down, each tug of her fingers drawing forth more of my sticky sperm.

Finally, she looked at me.  "Did I do it right?"

I smiled weakly at her.  "You did great, Donna." 

She was looking with fascination at my spent prick and the cum that was hanging in sticky threads between it and her hand.  I was seized by an inspiration. 

"There are two things you can do now," I suggested, "You can clean up, or we can do it right." 

She unquestionably wanted to do it right, so I had her rub some of my cum onto her tits.  She giggled a little, but agreed.  Her little nipples stood up again as she massaged my sperm into them.  I also suggested that she taste some.  She brought her semen-drenched hand to her mouth and gingerly stuck her tongue into it, as if expecting it to bite.  When she discovered that cum wasn't deadly, she licked it off of her hand.  Then she wanted to know what to do next!  Oh, to be eighteen again!

"We'll do more tomorrow."  I needed to recover. 

She pouted, but agreed.  I suggested that she could work on playing with her twat overnight.  In fact, she could start right now if she wanted... but Donna was just a little too shy to fingerfuck herself while I was there.

The next day, Donna wanted to know what we were going to do.  I told her I would teach her all about oral sex.  She didn't look all that happy at the idea, but I managed to convince her that it wasn't too bad a thing. 

Once again, we locked ourselves away and stripped down.  We stood there kissing, and Donna was just as excited as I was.  Shit, probably more so; this was a new experience for her.  I could feel her tits firm and aroused against me, and she had her young hand wrapped around my stiff prick.  She pulled and tugged on it, letting her fingers do the walking.  I responded my rubbing my fingers in and around her slit.  Donna cunt was already wet and ready to go, and I could feel that her clit was erect and excited.  The aroma of hot young cunt rose up and filled the room.

I started running my tongue down her body.  Donna tits were incredibly responsive as my lips pulled on her pert nipples.  But I didn't remain on them for long.  Gently, I had Donna sit on the edge of the sink and spread her legs.  I knelt in front of her and dove into her pussy, licking furiously. Her virginal cunt quivered as my tongue parted her pussy lips and sucked up her juices.  I stuck my tongue just a little way inside her twat, preferring to keep her tight and ready for future work.  Then, while I was tongue-fucking her, I reached around and started pulling on her ass cheeks.  Donna squirmed a little, but it was a good squirming.

Donna pussy cream was almost sweet.  I lapped at her twat eagerly, trying to get as much of her cunt covered as possible.  Occasionally, my tongue would dart out to cover that little sensitive area between her snatch and her asshole.  I ran my fingertip around the rim of her anus, just to see how she would react.  She sighed a little, but didn't say anything.

Donna’s legs were spread as wide as she could get them.  Her pussy lips were full and pouting and she was moving her ass around on the sink as I ate out her snatch.  Her tasty cunt juice was smeared all over my face and her inner thighs.  She moaned softly each time my lips and tongue sought out the button of her clit.  I kept up a steady licking and she started to pump her hips up and down in time with my motion.  I flattened my tongue out over her firm little clit and bobbed my head up and down.  Donna’s breath started coming in sharp gasps and she grabbed my head and tried to stuff my face into her hot snatch.  The juice from her twat got thicker and started to run down the crack of her ass.  I sped up, until Donna’s entire body shook as my mouth stroked her into a throbbing orgasm.

I brought her down slowly.  I kept licking her still-shaking pussy lightly until she had calmed down.  I stood up, stretched and looked at her.  There was a glow in her face, and an enormous smile.  She looked at me with adoring eyes. 

"Are you ready for the second part?" I asked, gesturing towards my cock, standing stiff and pink.

She sat up and wrapped her hand around my dick.  "How do I do this?" she asked, stroking lightly.

"Start by licking it gently all over," I said.  "You can play with my balls a little too, if you want.  When you're comfortable, take it in your mouth. Then let it slide in and out.  Suck gently with your lips.  Lick it, especially around the tip... and *don't* use your teeth."

She giggled a little and knelt down.  She stuck her tongue out of her mouth and touched it to the head of my cock.  Then she stopped and looked up at me. "What do I do if you... well, what if you...?"

"If I cum, you swallow it.  It won't hurt you.  It's the same stuff you tried yesterday, remember?"

"Oh.  Okay."  She went back to licking my cock.

Donna’s tongue was hot and wet and rough as she ran it up the full length of my rod.  It felt so good that I almost shot my wad all over her face right then and there.  She started to run her mouth tentatively over the head of my prick.  Timidly, she started to lap up the pre-cum that oozed from the hole. After a bit, she got bolder and started to kiss my dick gently up and down the length.  She even used her hands, too. 

While she was licking my prick, she asked, "How much goes in my mouth?"

"As much as you want," I said in a strained voice.  Duh!  Here I was trying not to blow my load too quickly and she expected me to be coherent.  Oh well, she *was* just learning.

Donna kissed my swollen balls and then licked and caressed her way back to the head.  Then she let just the tip of my prick enter her mouth.  She ran her tongue teasingly around the head and let her lips slip a little further down the shaft.  When then entire head of my prick was in her hot mouth, she began to bob her head back and forth over my prick, each time taking just a little more in.  It would have been too much to expect for her to try and deep-throat me, and indeed, she stopped going any deeper when my cock got close to the back of her mouth.  Still, that was marvelous.

She was inexperienced enough to not know how to make me cum, so I was able to keep from shooting my sperm.  I watched my prick slide in between her pink lips.  Donna’s eyes were closed, and she was making gentle gulping noises every time she took my cock into her mouth deeper into my mouth.

She switched back to licking my prick, which was oozing heavily my this point.  She worked her way down to my balls and took them into her mouth one at a time.  Then, she started licking and sucking slowly up the length of the shaft.  By this point, I was so close to orgasm that actual cum was dripping from the tip of my rod onto her face.

Donna bent back to sucking my rod.  As she moved her head back and forth, I started to thrust against her face.  Donna choked a little at first, and then learned to open her mouth around my cock.  She kept her cheeks and tongue tightly pressed against my dick.  My stiff prick rammed up against the back of her throat.  Finally, I couldn't deal with it any more and let fly with the largest cum I could ever remember having.  Huge spurts of hot semen shot out into Donna’s mouth.  She was surprised enough to let my rod slip a little, so that some of my load dripped out of her mouth and dribbled down her chin. Donna swallowed my cum in her mouth and smiled at me. 

She tugged gently on my prick and asked, between licks, "I did it right?"

The look of that young girl with my cum running down her face, and the pressure of her eager fingers brought forth one final spurt of cream from my nuts.  It caught her in the face, and I said, “Wonderful."  Donna giggled and licked my cock clean.

The next day was a big one.  "Are you absolutely *sure* you want to go through with this?" I asked her.

She nodded.  "I want to lose it to you."

"We'll have to take a few precautions," I said, pulling a condom out of my desk.  I'd purchased it especially for this.  She didn't think we needed one, but I convinced her otherwise.  You *can* get pregnant on the first try, and while I was willing to fuck her, I didn't want to knock her up!

Donna and I locked ourselves in company's conference room late in the day.  We stood there kissing deeply.  Her tongue and mine joined in a mating dance.  I slipped my hand into her pants and started to finger her pussy, which was already wet and ready. Within a few minutes, I had her jeans and panties off.  She looked incredibly cute in a sweatshirt and socks and nothing else, and my cock was bulging heavily in my pants.  I lifted her onto the table and bent down to lick her snatch.

Donna spread her young legs wide as my tongue ran up and down the length of her virgin slit.  Her clit was standing erect, and her pussy cream was flowing thickly.  I put the tip of my tongue in the bottom of her twat and wiggled it up to her clit.  Donna sighed as I flattened my tongue out and ran it over her cunt.  Her thin, blond pubic hair tickled my cheeks as I ate her.  Her sweet cream ran down to her pulsating asshole, and I let my tongue dance around her little puckered anus to get every drop of her juices.

She was just about ready to cum when I stopped eating her twat.  Instead, I stood up and pulled out my aching prick.  Donna watched in fascination as I unrolled the rubber down over it.

She leaned back and spread her legs as wide as she could.  Her cunt was glistening and pink with eagerness.  I placed the tip of my cock on her slit and rubbed lightly up and down.  Donna had a look on her face that could best be described as extreme eagerness.  She was shifting her hips back and forth as the tip of my dick spread her pussy lips.  Suddenly, with one quick thrust, I shoved my cock all the way into her twat.  Donna gasped with the sudden pain as her cherry broke.  Her snatch clenched tightly around my rod.

A few tears leaked from Donna’s eyes, so I bent forward and kissed her lightly. 

"It only gets better from here," I said.

I started pulling my cock out slowly.  When only the head was in, I pushed forward again.  Donna’s cunt was about as tight as you'd expect from a 16-year-old who'd just had her cherry popped.  So I was extra gentle as I pushed my prick inside her.  After a few minutes, she started to actually enjoy the feeling.  Her pussy juice started to flow again, and she started to smile.

Donna and I fucked slowly on the table.  Every time I thrust my prick into her juicy twat, my swollen balls would slap up against her asshole.  She started pulling me into her, until the two of us were screwing at high speed. Her snatch was tight and wet and hot, and she was really enjoying it.

I got carried away in the sensations that Donna’s cunt was creating.  I started shoving my cock up inside her as deep as I could. Donna started breathing heavily as I pounded away at her pussy.  She was sliding back and forth on the table and occasionally moaning softly into my ear.  She grabbed my ass and started to pull me onto her, trying to get me as deep as possible. I felt the familiar sensation of sperm boiling out of my nuts toward my cock. I rammed my cock to the hilt into her snatch until the cum started to pulse out of me.

I pulled out before the rubber could leak inside of Donna’s tight twat. Then she surprised the hell out of me by reaching down and rubbing her cunt. I watched enraptured as her fingers roamed up and down her pussy.  She tickled her pink clit and brought herself to orgasm.  Her pussy cream oozed from her contracting snatch, coating her cunt lips and asshole.  I traced a finger around her pussy lips and anus. 

"Tomorrow," I said, "The last thing to learn."

Donna was curious about what I meant.  But I refused to say anything. 

By the time the next day had rolled around, she was burning with excitement, without even knowing what we were going to do.  Still, she was surprised when I took a small jar of Vaseline out of my pocket. 

"What's that for?" she asked.

"You'll see," I replied, leading her into my office and locking the door.

I lifted her skirt up to her waist and pulled off her panties.  As we kissed, I started to finger her snatch.  Only the day before, it had been virgin, but after we had fucked I felt that I could really go at it.  So I poked a finger deep inside her twat.  She was still very tight, but she was getting nice and wet quickly.

Donna spread her legs a little to allow my hands room to play with her cunt.  At the same time, she reached down and pulled out my cock.  Her warm teen-age hand closed around the shaft and she started to rub up and down, using the pre-cum that oozed from the hole as a lubricant.

I rubbed her cunt a little faster, trying to get her as aroused as I could without making her cum.  I could feel her pussy lips firm up beneath her almost non-existent bush.  They were full and ripe and thickly coated with her cream.  My fingers brushed her clit gently, and she gasped and tried to get my fingers up inside her twat.

I cupped the cheeks of her smooth ass in my hands and pulled on them.  I tugged them apart slightly and ran my finger around her asshole.  Using her pussy juice as a lubricant, I stuck just the tip in.  Donna giggled a little, but didn't object.  That was good, because I was going to put something bigger than my finger in there!

I turned Donna around and had her kneel on the floor and bend over. A flawless white ass surrounded her puckered brown anus.  Making sure that my fingers were well coated with Vaseline, I started to lubricate her asshole. Donna actually seemed to enjoy my fingers tickling the rim of her back door, and she was shifting back and forth across the table.  I stretched her rectum a bit with my fingers, massaging it gently.  I poked one finger into her asshole, slowly going deeper until it was all the way inside.  Donna’s anus tugged and pulled, and she giggled again, but she didn't try to stop me.

I grabbed another handful of Vaseline and rubbed my prick until it was at full attention.  Then I placed the head of my cock right on her asshole. Gently, I started pushing my dick forward.  Her anus stretched around my rod as it went in.  I only pushed until just the head was up inside her ass.  Then I withdrew until my cock was *almost* back outside.  I pushed my cock back in and pulled it out repeatedly, each time letting a little more go up inside her tight asshole.  Donna grimaced once or twice, but never said a word of complaint.

Finally, I had my cock all the way up her inside her ass.  I glanced down, and I could see her tight hole stretched around my cock.  The Vaseline was making a greasy mess of her pale ass cheeks.

Donna started to rock back and forth in opposition to my motions.  My prick was moving smoothly in and out of her ass and it felt utterly glorious. Her asshole was super-tight around my dick, and every time she clenched her anal muscles I could feel my prick being squeezed delightfully.

As I ass-fucked Donna, I reached around to her cunt and tried to play with her.  Her twat was smooth and wet, and she was obviously getting into having a cock up her ass.  Soon, her hand joined mine in fingering her snatch. She was doing a better job than I was, so I let her do it.

I started to fuck her ass faster and faster.  She was breathing heavily, and was getting closer and closer to Cumming herself.  I shoved my cock all the way in, in one deep stroke.  Then, pulling it almost all the way out, I did it again.  With every thrust, Donna started getting more and more turned on. She started fingering her clit directly.  Suddenly, her entire body went rigid as she came.  I kept up the speed and rhythm.  With one titanic thrust, I started to shoot gobs of thick cum up inside Donna’s ass.  My jizz filled her rectum, and oozed out of her dilated anus as I pulled my spent rod out. Donna’s eyes glowed with gratification.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mrs. White was a tall blonde with her hair tied up in a professional-looking hairdo. She was slender, in great shape with a sexy figure and a sensual air about her.

She was the type who would intimidate most men. She was the type who would intimidate Andrea too, but right now she was just too tired to be intimidated.

“This will be your room,” said Mrs. White as she led Andrea into a bedroom.

At least one of her fears had been laid to rest. The room was nice. It was well-decorated and had a homely feel to it. It was similar to the way she would have chosen to decorate it if it had been left up to her, except she would’ve had more “girly” things in it.

Mrs. White opened a door that Andrea thought was just a mirror and said, “You can put your clothes in here.” It was actually a large closet.

“Okay, said Andrea as she reached for her luggage.

“Don’t mind these clothes,” said Mrs. White as she started moving things to one side. “These are my son’s. He went away to college and this was his room. So now you can use this closet and dresser. Just feel free.”

“Okay,” said Andrea.

“So, is this comfortable?”

“Yeah,” replied Andrea.

“So, it’s pretty exciting, huh?” asked Mrs. White. “Being an exchange student coming into this country.”

“Yeah, but I think I just miss my boyfriend,” said Andrea with a thick accent. Now that she was getting settled in, she was missing him a lot more.

“Well, I’m sure you’ll meet a lot of friends and you’ll make a lot of friends—guys, girls, you know? It’ll be fun and exciting.”

“Yeah,” said Andrea as she stifled a big yawn.

“You’re tired?”

“Yes, long trip.”

“Okay, well, make yourself comfortable. Have an early night and I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Thank you Mrs. White. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Andrea.” She left.

As soon as the door was shut, she opened up one of the dresser drawers and discovered a purple dildo inside. She picked it up and started looking it over.

She was tempted to use it now, but she thought it’d be better to wait until Mrs. White was sleeping. The door didn’t have a lock and she didn’t want her coming in to see if she needed anything and wind up catching her pleasing herself. That would be an awkward way to start the school year.

After she put it back, she started unpacking all of her bags. With that out of the way, she stripped down to her bra and panties and stretched out on the bed.

It felt so good to be in a warm house in a bed at last. She could feel her comfort levels rising. Her cramped muscles were relaxing. Her eyes were tightly shut.

Her body started to tingle as naughty visions passed through her minds eye. Her hand found its way to her crotch. She slid her panties to one side and began touching herself as her other hand made its way into her bra and started fondling her breasts and nipples.

Minutes ticked by. Her pussy got wetter, hotter. Her breathing was louder, deeper, heavier.

Her mind was wandering back and forth between her boyfriend’s cock and the many boy-girl-girl threesomes that they had had while in their native country. She missed it a lot already. Pussy and dick were a great combination.

There was nothing she could do for pussy, but at least she’d found a substitution for the dick. She got out of bed and took the dildo from the dresser drawer.

She lay back down and slid it along her tongue. She was doing it to get it moist enough for her pussy, but it made her miss having hard cock in her mouth so she kept licking it. Then she started sucking it.

It felt like rubber and tasted like nothing. It had a slight chill as apposed to the warmth of a real cock. In other words, it wasn’t nearly the same as the real thing, but she couldn’t stop for some reason. She kept sucking it until her pussy had gotten so horny that she had to have something in it.

That’s when she lowered it to her wet snatch and stuffed it inside. It was ribbed like a studded condom, which made for a much better feel. She used her left had to work the dildo, her right hand to hold her panties out of the way and stimulate her clit with her fingers.

Her moaning was getting somewhat louder. She was slowly thrusting her pelvis at the dildo. She was making herself feel so good, but she was frustrating herself at the same time. She wanted to feel real flesh against her skin. She wanted a real cock in her cunt and real tits to suck.

She felt so good, but so damn bad. It was weird.

She kept thinking about the way she’d watch as her boyfriend fucked another woman. She thought of the joy she got when she’d pull his pussy-soaked dick from her twat and suck all the other woman’s fluids from it.

She wanted to re-live the experience so bad that she pulled the dildo from her pussy and started sucking her own juices off of it. Tingles ripped through Andrea just thinking about it.

But then a knock at the door swept away the tingles and filled her with terror.

“Andrea,” called Mrs. White, “can I come in? I seemed to forget something in the room.”

Andrea was stuck. She was on top of the sheets and didn’t have time to pull them back to get under them without it seeming suspicious. But she was still wearing her bra and panties, so she grabbed a pillow and put it between her legs to hide the dildo.

“Come in,” she said.

“I seem to…”—Mrs. White paused because she saw how Andrea was lying with the pillow between her widely spread legs and an embarrassed expression on her face—“…have left something in the drawer.”

She opened a dresser drawer and started looking through it. “It’s something kind of personal. As soon as I find it, I’ll get out of your way.”

It was nowhere to be found. She looked up. “Andrea, by any chance, did you see anything in this drawer that’s kind of private?”

Andrea lifted the purple dildo from behind the pillow and said, “You mean this?”

I don’t know who was more embarrassed. They’d both turned two shades darker than scarlet.

But Mrs. White, being the older and more experienced of the two, could see it in Andrea’s face, so she quickly calmed down and decided to see exactly how freaky young Andrea really was.

She climbed onto the bed. “Yes, that’s exactly what I was looking for,” she said. She took it and said, “This is my dildo.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Mrs. White. I think I’m too lonely. I miss my boyfriend.”

“Oh, you poor thing. I’m so sorry to hear that,” said Mrs. White as she climbed farther on the bed towards Andrea’s wide-open legs.

She moved the pillow out of the way. Andrea looked a little uncomfortable, but she never protested or moved away.

Truth is, she didn’t have a problem with being touched, but she never figured Mrs. White for a bi-sexual woman. She was surprised by her advances, but once the surprise wore off, she was more than happy to spread her thighs wider for her.

“When I got divorced,” said Mrs. White, “this was my best friend…and it still is. So that’s why I was looking for it. I was pretty lonely myself.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. It’s quite alright. You can borrow it.”

“Thank you.”

“And you know, you’d be perfect for my son. He’s about your age and he should be back from college in about three or four months. So you know, maybe you might…get it on.”

“Yeah, but it’s four months. That’s a long time.”

Mrs. White lay down. She was propped on one elbow still looking down at Andrea. She said, “Or you and I could share the dildo since we’re both pretty lonely.”

She started rubbing Andrea’s thighs and hips. Then she went in for a kiss. That was the only kiss before she pulled Andrea’s soft tits from her bra and started swirling her tongue in circles around the nipple.

The bra’s hook was in the front, so while Mrs. White was getting acquainted with the “twins,” Andrea undid the bra and let it fall to the sides, revealing her beautiful, ripe tits.

Mrs. White continued to lick her breasts as she rubbed along her belly and played in her short pubic hair. She kissed and sucked all over her chest and stomach and eventually allowed her tongue to pass over the thin material of her white panties.

Mrs. White started tugging at them. Andrea lifted her pelvis and helped her get them off her waist. Damn, she was a gorgeous vision laying there naked like that just waiting to be sucked dry.

Mrs. White admired her beauty for a few seconds, and then slid her tongue along Andrea’s eager clit.

Andrea sucked in a deep breath of air and let out a low moan that was partly a sigh of relief. Finally, a real tongue in her pussy!

Mrs. White was an outstanding pussy eater too. She was making her cream so much. She licked up and down the split, stuck her tongue deep in the hole, slurped her juices out, sucked her clit, and everything.

Andrea didn’t know what to do with herself. It just felt so fucking good.

Andrea knew from all the threesomes that she had had with her boyfriend that women usually ate pussy the best, but no one had ever tasted her like Mrs. White. American women were the queens of cunt munching.

Andrea had had so many baby orgasms by the time she stopped that she had lost count. She thought Mrs. White wanted her to lick her pussy now, but when she opened her eyes, she noticed Mrs. White was holding up the dildo and licking the tip. She was going to use it on her.

Andrea thought she was trying to get it wet, but Andrea’s pussy was already saturated. There was no need, but then she realized Mrs. White wasn’t trying to get the dildo wet. Andrea had already used it earlier. She was just getting more of the flavor off of it. This woman was a MILF in the truest sense of the word.

She slid the dildo up and down Andrea’s split. She applied more pressure with each pass, making it go a little deeper each time. Then she stopped with the head on her hole and pushed it all the way inside.

She started fucking her with it as she massaged her soft clit. Mrs. White would stop sometimes and lick more of her sweet juices from it.

“Oh, oh, oh!” moaned Andrea. She was breathing and moaning really loud now.

Her stomach trembled. Her legs couldn’t seem to stay still. They were quivering like mad. She was so aroused that she couldn’t even stop moaning when Mrs. White stopped to take her clothes off.

Mrs. White removed everything except her panties. Andrea was impressed. The older lady had a great figure.

It was the first time she’d had tits in her mouth since she’d left her country. They were just the right size, taking up all the space in her mouth and leaving a little extra for her hands to squeeze.

“Have you done this before?” asked Mrs. White.

“No,” lied Andrea. She didn’t know why she lied. It just came out of her mouth without thinking.

They continued to talk dirty to each other. Mrs. White helped her all the way up so she could lie down.

She was more aggressive than Andrea. As soon as she was on her back she grabbed Andrea’s hair and guided her head to her sweet spot.

Mmmm.

It had been so long since Andrea had tasted that flavor. She lapped it up and savored every drop as Mrs. White cried out and practically force-fed her pussy to her.

“Oh, oh, oh!” moaned Mrs. White. “Ohhh!”

Her pussy was super sensitive. She’d had so many orgasms and her pussy was gushing so much juice that there was a puddle of it forming in her tender hole.

“Oh!” cried Mrs. White.

Her grip tightened on Andrea’s head. Her pelvis rose off the bed. She started to buck and thrash. Her pussy was contracting and spasming like crazy.

When the orgasm subsided, she asked—or should I say—ordered Andrea to put the dildo in her. Andrea started fucking her with the dildo as Mrs. White fondled her clit.

“Ohhh, Oh!” she kept screaming. She felt so good.

Andrea had gone less than a day without sex and she was hurting for it; Mrs. White had gone much longer than that. Andrea could understand fully why she was so out of control.

“Oh, yeah, fuck me! Oh, yeah!”

She banged her for a long time with the dildo and sometimes went down on her clit, which sent her into more frenzied orgasms that left her out of breath, but still crying out in ecstasy. Her pussy was so wet that the dildo started bubbling up and Andrea moved it around in her.

“OH, OOHHHH, OOH, Ohh, oh, ohh,” moaned Mrs. White.

Her orgasms were fading. Her breathing slowed down.

Huge veins were bulging in her forehead and neck. She hadn’t realized how much she’d needed that. It was wonderful. She felt so good, so alive, so complete and so satisfied.

“Was that alright?” asked Andrea with her sexy accent.

“Oh, yeah,” said Mrs. White with gritted teeth as she sat up to kiss her. “That was perfect.”

They kissed. Then they kissed some more. They lay down together. They drifted off to sleep together.

But Andrea was thinking something before she fell asleep. If the mother was this good in bed, she was looking forward to sleeping with the son. Hopefully the apple wouldn’t have fallen too far from the tree when it came to carnal skills.

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What was it they had said? Oh yeah, “the flight to Los Angeles has been delayed blah-blah-blah”. Fuckers! She looked around, trying to find her guy, to no avail. He had probably left after her call. She sighed and sat down on a chair, away from the commotion near the metal detectors. Some dude was being arrested.

Kaylie was so frustrated that she didn’t see the nondescript woman approach her. She sat down behind her and quietly slipped a minuscule package inside her purse. Kaylie didn’t notice her as she was staring at the ceiling, wondering why she had accepted this job. Her purse was lying in the chair next to her and didn’t appear to have been moved.

The mysterious woman silently got up and left. Kaylie got up, took her cargo bag and purse and marched to the toilets. She hadn’t had time to make herself beautiful before the plane took off. She spent some time in the loo and looked in the mirror. No, this wouldn’t do at all. She liked to be pretty. She opened her bag and took out her makeup kit. When she was finished, she put it back inside her bag and admired her handy work.

She was superb. Long silky honey-blond hair that went to her hips, thin eyebrows, lustful green eyes, an elegant pointed nose, round lips that seemed to be locked in a constant pout and an angular face set on a long neck. She was 5”9, quite tall for a woman, had a 36B chest, a slim and somewhat muscular figure and legs that kept every guy’s attention. She was, simply put, statuesque.

She could have been a model. In fact, she had been a model. She had started her career at nineteen. For a while, it was fun. The glamour, the money, the magazine covers, the clothes, the fame… But it was all too easy. She was content with her job when one day she received a phone call. She had acquired a certain reputation in the business and a well-respected cosmetics company had offered her a real job. Not one where she would simply have to be pretty. One where she would use all her talents, including her head, for she had brains. She had finished in the top ten of her class in high school. Modeling had put her through college, earning her a degree in business management.

The job was that of spokeswoman for the company. She had signed on a few months after turning twenty-seven. She looked in the mirror once again, smoothed a couple of wrinkles on her aqua miniskirt and green top and exited the toilets. She was walking towards the exit, feeling calmer. She was almost out when a hand clamped on her shoulder.

“Excuse me, ma’am. Could you follow us please?”

The question came from a security officer. Another one was walking towards them. Kaylie was puzzled. Why would they want to talk to her?

“What’s wrong?”

“We need you to follow us to the post, ma’am.”

“I’m not going anywhere until I know what this is all about.” Her anger was steadily rising with each passing second. Who the fuck did these two jerks think they were?

“We have reasons to believe that you’re carrying drugs.”

Kaylie couldn’t stop herself. She laughed, only for a second, before covering her mouth and stifling her mirth. Drugs! These guys were dumb!

“Excuse me,” she said, after regaining her composure. “I think that’s very unlikely. By all means, take me to the post.”

They walked to an off-limit part of the airport and led her to a dull gray room. It had black tinted windows through which you couldn’t see. There was a single table and three chairs, all metal. There was also a lone pole in a corner, like in those striptease clubs. She dropped her bag on the table and plopped down on a chair.

“Okay, what is it about?”

“We told you, drugs. We think you may be carrying some. We have to search your bags,” one of the officers told her.

Kaylie shook her head. “No way I’m letting a guy go throw my things. Sorry, but it’s not gonna happen.”

The officer sighed. “What about a woman?”

“That’d be okay.”

“All right. Wait here,” he said as he and his colleague departed. She looked around. With nothing to do but wait, she tapped her fingers on the table. After five minutes the door opened. She looked up lazily.

The officer was dressed in the usual blue and black uniform but she was nonetheless beautiful. Long auburn hair, round face, blue-eyed and nearly as tall as herself. The uniform seemed to mold itself on her skin. Her every curve were exposed and my… what curves those were.

She wasn’t as pretty as Kaylie, with a few pimples scattered on her face, hips that were just a touch too large and hair a bit unruly. She gave Kaylie the once-over, letting her gaze fall on the bag.

“I’m told you’re a bit uncooperative,” she said, not even deigning to introduce herself. She had a haughty air about her that told Kaylie she was high-ranking. Maybe a lieutenant instead of a mere officer.

She nodded. “There are some things that a woman doesn’t let a man touch. You should know that,” she said, leaning back in her chair.

The officer smiled and offered her hand. “I’m Lieutenant Katie Morgan.” They shook hands and Kaylie noticed her strength in her grip. She opened her bag and slid it across the table to the officer. “There you go. I assure you, I have never touched drugs in my life.”

“They always say that before we get them,” Katie muttered as she carefully took out and unfolded garments that would have had her arrested for indecent exposure a decade back. She emptied the bag and passed her hands on every surface, trying to find secret pockets. Nothing. She went through the clothes under the disinterested eyes of her ‘guest’.

Still nothing. She was about to give up when she saw the purse. “Hand over the purse.” Kaylie obeyed silently. Katie opened it and went through it before smiling. She took a hanky and slowly took out the tiny plastic bag. It contained a white powder, probably coke or heroin. Kaylie hadn’t noticed her as she was staring at one of the walls. She dropped the plastic on the table.

Kaylie turned her head at the sound and her jaw dropped. She stared at the thing on the table, barely registering the fact that a wide grin was splitting the lieutenant’s face. She shook her head in silent denial before she found her voice.

“It’s not mine.”

“It never is, sweetheart.”

“I’m serious! I don’t do drugs! It’s bad for the body!” Kaylie fairly screamed.

The lieutenant was stoically watching the outburst. “I’m afraid I have to arrest you,” she said, taking out a pair of handcuffs. She slapped them on Kaylie’s wrists. The cold metal made her shiver and tears welled in her eyes. She willed herself not to cry.

Katie got up, put the plastic in her back pocket and exited the room. She went to get herself some coffee. She paused when she started to add sugar. That woman sounded sincere. She gazed at the sugar in the spoon. It looked every bit as the drugs. A plan formed in her mind. She smiled a wicked smile. Yes, she was going to enjoy this. It had been so long since her last time….

She drank the stinking liquid and headed for the room. It was soundproof, luckily. She strode in purposefully. She found her ‘guest’ anxiously sitting. “The boss asked me to search you,” she said, locking the door. “You may be carrying other things.”

She took off the cuffs and led her to the pole in the corner. She passed the metal chain around the pole and cuffed Kaylie again, effectively depriving her the use of her arms. She looked at her ass. Oh yes, she was going to enjoy this…

She patted her clothes, feeling no bra under the top. She slowly descended to the lower back, her hands brushing the soft skin.

Kaylie shuddered as she felt a tingle. The officer reached her miniskirt and grabbed each of her buttocks in a hand. She squeezed them both, rubbing them through the material. What was this? This wasn’t a normal search.

She felt he hands slid along her legs to her feet. Her high heels were unceremoniously taken off. She felt the hands go up again. “What kind of search is this?” she demanded angrily.

“Shut up,” the officer hissed. She unzipped her mini and let it drop to the floor. The tiny string barely covered her neatly trimmed pussy. Kaylie felt fingers trace the contours of her ass. They worked their way to small elastic band and yanked it down, uncovering her precious fruit.

Now, she was frightened. What did this woman want with her? She felt the fingers move to her entrance. The officer pressed herself against her back, a hand on her pussy, the other around her waist.

Katie inhaled her victim’s scent, smelling the lavender on her hair. She pinched her clit, softly at first then harder. A low moan resulted. She worked on the pussy more, enjoying the game. She abruptly dug two fingers inside the cunt and heard a sharp breath.

“I have to search where you could have hidden the drugs,” Katie whispered in Kaylie’s ears as her fingers rubbed the walls of the vagina. She slid in a third finger, working furiously now.

Kaylie shivered. She felt jolts going to her brain as the fingers slid in and out of her. She didn’t question the officer anymore, merely welcomed the wave of pleasure coursing through her body. The fingers moved faster until she gasped and her juices ran down her smooth legs. She felt the fingers linger then retreat.

Katie brought her hand to her mouth and tasted it. She put one finger into the hot vagina and put it under Kaylie’s nose. “What is that? We’ll have to analyze it but I’m afraid that the lab is closed today. I’ll have to do it manually.”

Kaylie breathed in the intoxicating smell of her nectar. Her mind had long since shut down. Her pussy was still tingling from her orgasm. She grabbed the pole and leaned on it as Katie dropped to her knees in front of her and clamped her mouth over her steaming cunt. Her tongue lapped the juice hungrily and explored the recesses of her fruit. It seemed animated with a life of its own as it moved around.

Katie used her fingers in conjunction with her mouth. That little blonde bitch would not last long. She finger-fucked the pussy, letting her tongue caress the clit and opening. She felt the body tense and a second later heard a moan emanate from Kaylie. Sweet juice flooded her face as she drank like a sailor. It flowed down her face and on the pair of legs in front of her.

She let her victim rest, wiping her mouth with a hanky. Kaylie was breathing heavily. She had only started to play. There was so much more to come….   She went in front of her and took off the top, dropping it on the floor. The breasts were hard and the nipples erect.

“Now what’s this?” she asked softly. “It must be a cache for more drugs. I’ll have to search them too.”

She stroked the twins lovingly, tweaking the nipples occasionally. She licked them and squeezed them. She placed the left one in her mouth and sucked on it like an infant. She scraped the flesh with her teeth, enjoying the cry from Kaylie. She suckled on the flesh for a long time.

Kaylie couldn’t believe it. She was being pleasured by a woman in a way no man had ever been able to. Her breathing quickened as Katie worked her liked never before. She felt a sharp scratch and cried out again.

Katie switched to the other breast. She bit the nipple and nibbled on it, squeezing and rubbing the boob with her hand. She was starting to really enjoy this. The bitch also liked it. She decided to switch to something more ‘exotic’. She bit the breast hard, drawing blood. She heard a cry but didn’t concern herself with it. She sucked on the wound like a vampire, tasting the coppery liquid that flowed.

Kaylie couldn’t believe it. That officer had bit her! She was feeling pain but the sucking gradually brought pleasure. She didn’t know that being hurt could be so enjoyable…

Katie released the tit she was sucking on and took a step back to admire the stunning body in front of her. The breast had swelled a little, but that couldn’t be helped. She had done enough foreplay for now. Time to get serious. She went to the table and dropped her nightstick, gun, holster and everything hanging from her belt on the metal surface. She returned to Kaylie and stood in front of her. She grabbed her lower face with her left hand in a vice-like grip and stared in her suddenly fearful eyes.

“You’re going to enjoy this, bitch. If you don’t, I’ll slap you,” she whispered, savoring the fear on her victim’s face.

She returned to the table and picked up her nightstick. It resembled a Japanese -or Chinese, whatever- tomfa . It was long, nearly a foot and a half long and half again an inch thick. There was a five-inch long handle about six inches from one end. She twirled it in her hand and strode to Kaylie. She raised the baton to eye level and held it by the handle in front of the bitch. She put the long end on the beginning of her cleavage and slowly went down to her cunt.

Kaylie didn’t understand what that officer wanted. She had enjoyed herself so far, that much could not be denied, but… this was starting to look alarming. She felt the tip of the huge baton trail to her pussy. She tensed when it reached her clit. It started going in circles, rubbing her tingling sex.

Katie had been right, the bitch was enjoying this. She played with her cunt some more before getting serious. She shoved the stick’s longer end inside the woman. The small surprised cry was so… surprised, just a little bit pained and so… pleasant. She moved the stick slowly, not able to get more than nine inches inside. She accelerated a bit and heard a drawn-out moan. She continued until several low moans emanated from the body clinging to the bar in front of her. She increased her pace until she suddenly withdrew and backed up a couple of steps. The disappointed sigh was the sweetest thing she had heard since the beginning.

She moved to behind that beautiful body glistening with sweat and undid the belt that held her pants. They slid to the ground and she stepped out of them, pulling her panties off. The clothes were stained and were emitting delicious scents. She put it under Kaylie’s nose and forced her nose into the stains with the stick.

“You smell that? That’s because of you. I couldn’t get off because you came too easily. Well, bitch, if you want to cum, I’ll make you cum.”

She rammed the baton inside her cunt. Kaylie fairly screamed as it ripped through her pussy. It was big. Oh God, how it was big… No, “big” demeaned its length. It was FUCKING HUGE!!! The largest she had ever experienced was eight inches long and had been thinner. Her knees trembled. She was agonizingly adapting to this new invader. Her tormentor -or pleaser, depended on how you looked at it- was immobile. For now.

Katie held the handle in her left hand and approached the trembling bitch. She liked the way she screamed. She was glad the room was soundproof. She looked at the end jutting out of the cunt and salivated at was to come. She slowing slid the six-inch end into her own steaming pussy, enjoying the feel of this ‘cock’ inside her. She slid her right arm around Kaylie’s waist, for support and stability –in both their cases. She breathed down her beautiful neck and kissed the lovely blonde hair getting in her face.

She started moving. Slowly at first, then quickly picking up speed. That bitch was crying out loud every time the stick went inside her. The small end inside her was pressing against her walls, sending a jolt to her brain with each thrust. She moved faster, tightening her hold on the body in front of her.

Kaylie started to moan in between her cries. The ‘cock’ was starting to work its magic. She couldn’t believe she was being taken by a security officer, and a woman at that. With a stick, no less. Her body started betraying her as she felt her pussy become hot. She couldn’t hold back the torrent of liquid gushing down her legs. She was feeling sore between her legs from the treatment she was receiving.

Katie felt a surge of pleasure and satisfaction as she heard the long and loud moan. Or was it a cry? She felt the juices flow onto her legs as well as it dribbled down from between her victim’s legs. She was really enjoying this! She increased her pace, pushing Kaylie against the pole as she started pistoning her. She felt her own orgasm approaching as she moved even faster. A low guttural cry tore erupted from her throat as she came hard. Wave upon wave of pleasure flooded her mind. She nearly lost her grip on her bitch while coming. She rammed the stick home, feeling the end press her cunt walls.

She stood stock-still, catching her breath. Kaylie was silently weeping. Katie loved it. She had taken this bitch with a nightstick. A nightstick! This felt great. she slid off the small end and took out the massive baton from Kaylie’s cunt. It was glistening with cum. She licked it all clean before putting it back on the table.

Kaylie was still weeping while Katie put her clothes back on. She tossed her hair over her shoulders, took the plastic sac that had started all this and emptied its contents in the trashcan in the corner of the room. She replaced the fine powder with the sugar she had taken in the cafeteria. It looked just the same.

She shot a disdainful look at Kaylie and shouted, “Get dressed and get out! You’re cleared of all charges.” She quickly exited the room and went to talk to her superior.

“She’s clean. It was just some sugar stuff. Nothing major.”

“God, all that time just to tell me it’s nothing major? What were you doing over there? Having sex with her?”

Although she had long since grown accustomed to his crude language, Katie couldn’t help but smile. “Exactly.”

Before Danielle could ask what she meant, she moved away and put her sleepover bag in the living room where the girls were going to be sleeping. The doorbell rang again, this time it was Candace. Eventually all the girls arrived, and they all went and sat in the living room and tried to figure out what kind of food to order for dinner. They ultimately decided on pizza, and ordered it. To pass the time waiting for the pizza, Becky suggested they play a little game of Spin the Bottle, just for fun. “Birthday girl gets first spin!” exclaimed Becky. Danielle took the bottle and spun it. The nose pointed to Candace. Danielle crawled over to Candace and gave her a wet kiss on the lips. She felt a small pang of something in her nipples, but ignored it. Then she went back to her place, all the while the girls were all laughing. The game continued until the pizza arrived.

            They ate in relative silence, all enjoying the sudden silence. Danielle kept thinking about that kiss from a few minutes before. They didn’t bother to clean up; they just shoved the pizza boxes and plates to one side. The girls agreed that it was time for Danielle to open her presents. Danielle thought to herself ‘I’ll open Sarah’s last.’ Holly gave Danielle her present first; it was makeup and perfume, her favorite brands. The rest of the presents were also things she liked very much. Finally she got to Sarah’s gift. She took the box in her hands, and slowly pulling off the ribbons, remembering what Sarah had said to her at the door when she arrived. Danielle was half-scared, and half-excited to know what the present was. As the top of the box came off, Danielle blushed beet red. Lying there in the box, surrounded by tissue paper, was an eight inch silver vibrator, shining brilliantly in the light. She looked over at Sarah, who was grinning like a jackal, obviously pleased at Danielle’s embarrassment. Danielle closed the box and put it behind herself, ignoring the other girls’ questions of “What is it???” They decided to watch a movie then, and after some discussion, popped one in. Danielle wasn’t really paying attention to it however; she was too busy contemplating the vibrator she held in the box beside her.

            Lost in thought, Danielle didn’t notice right away that Sarah was staring at her. When she did notice, she smiled at Sarah, holding eye contact for a moment, but Sarah just turned away and kept watching the movie. The rest of the movie passed uneventfully, but Danielle’s thoughts were still dwelling on the silver monstrosity. The movie ended around midnight, and Danielle suggested they get changed for sleep. The girls all went into the bathroom one by one, and changed into the clothes they had brought to sleep in. Danielle noted what each was wearing when they came out. Holly was wearing a short tank top and boxer shorts, exposing a lot of flesh to Danielle’s eyes. Becky was wearing a long shirt and no pants, just her underwear underneath. Amber came out wearing some pajamas that were obviously way too small for her, and Danielle could see Amber’s breasts straining against the tight material. When Candace came out of the bathroom from changing, she was wearing a long robe, and Danielle could see a bit of a lacy top underneath the robe.

Sarah went last; she returned wearing a one-piece cotton outfit, tight in all the right places. Danielle went up to her room to change. She got up there and closed the door, leaning against it. She felt a slight burning in her crotch, and knew what it meant. She looked at her breasts and saw that the nipples were hard, and wondered how long they had been so. She took off her pants and shirt, and removed her bra and socks, and lay on her bed for a moment wearing only her thong. Unconsciously her hand slid to her nipple, and she began to massage it between her fingertips. Her other hand went to her other nipple, and began the same treatment. Her left hand began to head towards her crotch but she stopped herself. ‘I can’t do this now, they’ll know when I got back down there what I did if I do it now’ she thought. She got dressed in some Mickey Mouse pajamas, and returned downstairs where the girls were waiting.

They had all picked sleeping bags already, and were snug in them, all lying on their bellies looking into the middle of the circle the bags made. Danielle saw that the only one left empty was the one between Sarah and Candace. She moved to it and got in, zipping it up, and facing inwards like the rest of them. Candace said “OK girls, who wants to play ‘Truth or Dare’?” All the girls, including Danielle agreed.

Amber proclaimed, “I get to go first!” and turned to Sarah and asked “Truth or Dare?”

“Dare!” Sarah replied without hesitation.

“OK, ummmm… I Dare you to french kiss Holly for 10 seconds.” Sarah unzipped her sleeping bag, and complied without any assistance, and everyone laughed, it was all in good fun.

Sarah asked Danielle then, “Truth or Dare?”

Danielle replied with “Dare” to keep the fun going.

Sarah giggled for a moment, then said “Oooo…. I have a good one…. you have to play with Holly’s tits for a whole minute!!!”

Danielle blushed incredibly red. ‘This is getting heavier’ she thought to herself. She decided to do it anyway; she didn’t want to seem like a wuss. She slowly went over to her friend, and was mesmerized as Holly seductively pulled the straps of her tank top off her shoulders, and then painfully slowly pulled it down until her beautiful breasts bounced free of the shirt. Danielle sat down beside her, and put one hand on each breast, and slowly began to massage her friend’s ample assets. Holly leaned back a bit, supporting herself on her hands, and thrusting her breasts out some more, and Holly opened her mouth in silent pleasure. A small moan pierced the silence that had overcome the room. Danielle turned to see Sarah sitting cross-legged on her sleeping bag; rubbing her crotch with one finger through her clothes… she was the one who had moaned. The designated minute ended, and Danielle made her way back to her own sleeping bag. Holly made no attempt to hide her breasts; in fact she pulled her shirt up over her tits and removed it entirely, throwing it to her bag near her. Holly mouthed the word “Thanks” to Danielle when they made eye contact again.

Candace’s turn was next, and she told Sarah to suck on Amber’s nipples for 2 minutes. Danielle gasped, and looked at Amber. Danielle saw that Amber’s nipples were hard already in anticipation of the stimulation. Sarah crawled seductively over to Amber, and got her to lie down on her back. When she did, Sarah straddled Amber’s knees, and Amber put her hands behind her head and sighed, closing her eyes. Sarah lifted Amber’s tiny top up a few inches, and began to lick the exposed flesh lovingly. As Sarah went to move the shirt up more, Amber sat up, eyes still closed, and removed her top completely, and lay back down again. Sarah resumed licking where she had left off, and soon came to the bottom of Amber’s heaving bosom. Sarah blew a breath of air across Amber’s left breast, and they all watched as it hardened even more.

Sarah suddenly put her mouth around Amber’s left nipple, and began to lick softly. A smile of pleasure crossed Amber’s face. All the girls sat watching these events, and everyone’s inhibitions abandoned them, and all the girls were obviously aroused by the show, as they were all breathing harder than normal. Danielle found her hand going to her breast of it’s own accord, massaging the nipple there, and she sighed gently. Sarah moaned, and Danielle looked to see what had made her moan; Sarah had straddled Amber’s right leg and was slowly rubbing her crotch on Amber’s thigh. Danielle could see the juices that made Amber’s leg slick and shiny. As the two minutes expired, Sarah dismounted, kissed amber full on the lips, and crawled back to her own sleeping bag. “Wow, that was intense!!” said Candace. “Amber’s turn now!”

“Truth or Dare Danielle?” she exclaimed. Danielle figured it’d be stupid to say “Truth” at this point plus she wanted to see where this would all lead, so she replied, “Dare.”

The girls giggled, and after Amber told them to shut up, she said, “OK, you asked for this! I want you to strip down to your panties and masturbate right here in front of us till you cum.” Danielle immediately regretted saying dare, but slowly complied, stripping off her top and bottom, exposing her silky thong for all to see. Someone whistled. She began to rub the outside of the thong with two fingers, slowly turning herself on even more, and soon was shoving her hand down the top of her thong and plunging it into her wetness. She began to feel for her clit, as she did almost every night in bed, and found it. She felt the pleasure sensations she was used to, and was turned on even more by them. Holly couldn’t believe Danielle was actually doing this for them.

Candace was incredibly aroused by the sight, as she had removed her robe, and was sitting with her legs under her, and one hand rubbing softly at her tits. Every stroke of Danielle’s clit brought a small grunt to her lips. She was near her climax, and she thrust her feet into Sarah and Candace’s lap, to hold apart for her, which they did. As she felt her orgasm near, she slowed down, teasing herself, until finally she could take it no more. Legs shaking violently, she brought herself over the top, instinctively trying to close her legs, but Sarah and Candace wouldn’t let her. She kept sliding her hand up and down her clit until she could no more, and lay back on her sleeping bag, content to let her cum soak her thong. Sarah and Candace released her legs, and Danielle felt a finger run up the skin beside her thong, and looked up to see Sarah licking her own finger clean of Danielle’s juices.

“You look like you’ve done that before,” exclaimed Becky.

“Like you haven’t!” retorted Danielle, and they all laughed. Then Danielle turned to Candace and said “Truth or Dare?”

“Dare” came Candace’s answer.

“I dare you to finger Sarah till she cums for you!” Candace smiled and moved over to Sarah’s bag. Sarah had pulled her arms and torso out of her teddy, exposing skin from her small but cute breasts down to an inch or two below her bellybutton. Candace kissed Sarah full on the lips, and Danielle could see their tongues dancing with each other. Candace’s hand came up and stroked Sarah’s nipples, on then the other for a few seconds, rendering them both hard. Then her hand went south, stopping momentarily to circle the navel, and plunging down where the rest of the girls could not see. She must have done something right, as Sarah began to moan and her whole body was gyrating. Amber, sitting beside Sarah, began to suck on Sarah’s nipples, returning the service she had been given earlier. Danielle felt hands on her breasts and looked behind her to see Becky sitting behind her, arms under hers, massaging her nipples, but Becky was still staring at Candace and Sarah.

Soon Sarah began to approach her intense orgasm. She began to moan louder and louder through the kisses she and Candace still shared, and it looked like she was going to lose control of her body. Suddenly she pushed Candace off of her so she could breathe, and Candace intensified her hand movements. Sarah screamed “OH GODDDD!!” as she felt her juices rush out in a massive wave, expelling her pussy juice as she came over and over. Candace didn’t stop flicking her finger on Sarah’s clit until Sarah had had 3 or 4 powerful orgasms. They both collapsed then, and Candace withdrew her finger from Sarah’s soaked crotch, and dangled her cum-soaked hand in front of Amber’s face, who greedily took it and licked all the cum off it, every drop.

After a few minutes of silence, Sarah said “Truth or Dare, Becky?” and Becky replied quickly “Dare!”

“Hehehe ok, your dare is to eat Candace’s pussy out until she cums all over your beautiful face.” Becky shrugged and smiled, and moved towards Candace, who had returned to her sleeping bag. As Becky was moving towards her, Candace stripped off all her remaining clothes, dropping them in a heap beside her sleeping bag.

She lay back on her bag, propped up on her elbows, legs spread wide. Danielle was instantly envious of Candace’s perfectly shaped shaven slit.

Sarah remarked, “Geez Danielle, you think you’d never seen a pussy before!”

“Well not one so beautiful as hers…I’m envious” Danielle replied.

Becky had removed her shirt, and was lying on her belly between Candace’s spread legs, licking up Candace’s thigh towards her love tunnel. When she got to it, she lifted her tongue, and barely brushing it, started licking down Candace’s other thigh. She licked upwards again, and licked a circle around Candace’s pussy, teasing her friend. Then she could see that Candace really needed to get off, and she plunged her tongue into Candace’s slit. *Candace’s juices were very sweet to taste*, thought Becky, *like honey. *

Danielle decided to join the action, maneuvering herself between Becky’s slightly spread legs. Danielle began to caress Becky’s thighs, moving to her ass. Becky let out a small sigh and spread her legs farther apart. Danielle reached down between Becky’s legs and inserted her fingers into Becky’s wet slit, and began to pump slowly. She started pumping her fingers faster and Becky licked harder and faster. Candace and Becky both came at once, Becky groaning into Candace’s pussy as she licked her clit, and Candace screaming out in pleasure into the air, her head thrown back, holding Becky’s head to her crotch. As Candace came, Becky licked every drop of her sweet juices, some rolling down her chin and dripping off. As they lay back, sated, panting, Holly came over to Becky, who was lying on her back, and slowly began to lick Candace’s juices off Becky’s face. Becky barely moved because she was too tired.

Candace looked over at Sarah, “You thinking what I’m thinking?” Sarah just winked and got up and went to the bathroom carrying her bag. Becky sat up, a questioning look on her face. Matching looks were on the faces of the other girls, but Candace just smiled. After a minute or two, the lock clicked open and Sarah opened the door, and she was standing there with a large Strap-On Dildo on! Sarah giggled as she walked back into the room and saw all the looks that the girls were giving her. Danielle guessed the plastic member was about 10 inches, and saw that is was hard like a cock. 

“Get naked girls!” shouted Sarah, causing Danielle to jump. The girls complied, discarding any clothing still on. Holly had already gotten naked entirely when Sarah left in the first place. Holly lay back on her bag, legs spread in anticipation. Sarah walked over, tits and cock bouncing with each step. Holly sat up, and when Sarah was in front of her, grabbed the cock and began to give it an incredible but totally unnecessary blowjob. Sarah stopped her before too long, ordered Holly to lie down again.

Sarah climbed between her legs, and slowly inserted the tip of the dildo into Holly’s waiting wetness. Sarah saw the look of surprise of Holly’s face from it, and withdrew, moving down and tonguing Holly’s clit a moment. Then Sarah grabbed the zipper on the sleeping bag, and began to close it. When she had finished, all the girls could see was their heads poking out the top. “Sorry girls, private show!” explained Sarah.

Sarah kissed Holly full on the lips, slipping her tongue between Holly’s lips, entwining with her tongue. Sarah reached down and guided the fake piece into Holly, just the head so Holly could get used to the size. Once she had, Sarah pushed in a little more, fondling Holly’s nipple with her other hand as she did. When Holly had the whole thing buried in her, Sarah slowly pulled out, and then pushed back in.  Sarah began to pump faster at Holly’s request. Danielle looked to her left to see Amber and Becky on the couch, each with one leg over the other’s, their pussies rubbing together directly. Danielle retrieved her present from Sarah, pulled it out of the box. She inserted it into her soaked cunt, let it sit there a moment before turning on the vibrate function. As the small tool began it’s work, Danielle closed her legs tightly to hold it in place, and lay on her side beside Candace, rubbing Candace’s slit with one hand.

They both began shaking as stimulation was brought to their clits. Danielle was nearly there, and lifted Candace’s thigh and slid under it to plant her tongue on the blond girl’s love button. Candace came immediately, squirting her juices all over. Danielle did her best to lick up the sweet nectar. The Candace slipped a hand between Danielle’s tightly closed thighs and barely touched Danielle’s clit and Danielle came harder than she had ever before. Her juices wouldn’t stop flowing and squirting out for a full 5 minutes. Holly let out a long moan as Sarah’s pumping brought her to a powerful orgasm. The bag that Holly and Sarah were in was shaking violently with pleasure. Danielle went over and unzipped the bag, and was assaulted by a huge odor of pussy.

As Danielle opened the bag, Holly began her orgasm, spurting her nectar around the sides of the dildo, soaking both Sarah’s thighs and the sleeping bag. Sarah withdrew the cock as Holly finished, and took the strap on off and handed it to Candace saying “do me now!!!” Candace strapped it on, letting Sarah lick all of Holly’s cum off it before ordering her to get on her hands and knees. Candace roughly pushed the whole length of the plastic cock into Sarah, and shoved it in and out really hard. It didn’t take much for Sarah to orgasm, and Candace pulled out. Sarah told Danielle do lie down spread-eagled, and for Becky to get between her legs and eat her out. They complied, and Candace went behind Becky and lifted her rear end into the air, and inserted the latex member into her hot twat and began pumping.

Sarah pulled the vibrator out of Danielle’s pussy and slipped a condom onto her finger. She let her finger drift near Becky’s asshole, putting a little pressure on it. Becky stopped her feast long enough to say “No, don’t put it in, I don’t like that there” but Sarah paid no heed, rudely burying her middle finger in Becky’s asshole. Becky gasped and tried to turn around to remove it, but Danielle grabbed her head and shoved it into her pussy, holding her there. Sarah pumped Becky’s ass in time with Candace’s thrusts. Soon Sarah removed her finger, and removed the condom, putting it on the vibrator, and shoving the tip of that into Becky’s ass. When Sarah turned on the vibrate part, Becky stopped complaining, only moaned into Danielle pussy.

Amber was suddenly behind Sarah and Candace, and inserted a finger of each hand into each girls slit, fingering their clits. This caused them both to spasm, as they had not expected it. Amber sat down straddling Candace’s bare foot, rubbing her clit on the edge of that foot, dripping juices down it. Holly came and sat down straddling Danielle’s face, her pussy on Danielle’s mouth. Danielle eagerly began to eat it, and Holly began playing with Danielle’s hard nipples. As they all neared their climaxes, the groaned as one. When they all came, juices squirting, the scream could be heard several doors down. After several minutes of gyrating, they all ceased. And collapsed, removing the instruments from Becky’s hindquarters. They all crawled back to their sleeping bags and lay on top of them sweating. Danielle was still a little horny, so she fingered herself to a small orgasm, and then fell asleep.

Danielle awoke around noon to find all the other girls still sleeping. Then she knew it hadn’t just been a dream, as her friends were all naked still. Danielle rolled over to Sarah’s inert form, and kissed her, then let her lips trace a path down her body, circling her nipples, kept going, and found her slit. Danielle attacked the girl’s dry cunt with her wet tongue, licking it furiously. Sarah awoke, looked up and moaned, spreading her legs wider.

As Sarah came she felt relieved. “Good morning baby” she said to Danielle. Sarah pointed to Candace, asleep with the strap on attached to her. Danielle nodded and went and straddled it, burying it in herself. Sarah licked her own juices off Danielle’s face as Danielle came, gushing her cum on Candace’s thighs, and they went to get breakfast. While they were eating, the caressed each other lightly, on the breasts, thighs…just teasing all the time. Sarah told Danielle she had to go home, and Danielle was saddened. Danielle watched her dress, sighing as each piece of beautiful flesh was hidden from view. They had a long embrace, kissing, and then Sarah was gone.

She knew that she had had an incredible time with her friends. She figured this meant she was a lesbian. “Fine by me” she said out loud. She loved how the love from a girl felt, and she knew it wouldn’t be her last time.

Walking around the corner she stopped, as if hitting an invisible wall. There, in front of an open locker, she saw Robert, naked, erect, oblivious to all as he stroked his penis. Eyes closed, hips moving to the beat of his internal drum, he had obviously thought he was alone and could wait no more for the relief that he desired after seeing his teacher parading, almost flaunting herself in the swimming lesson.

She could feel the warmth in her groin as she gazed on the writhing teenager, stuck in his own erotic world. She reached down and gently touched the front of her damp swimsuit, feeling the fire burning and the blood rushing to her head. Gently pushing the leg of her swimsuit aside, she brushed her finger against her engorged lips, delighting in the feeling of the cool air blowing on her shaved lips, fanning her desire.

Licking her lips she advanced quietly towards her student, nipples erect with the feelings running through her head as she carefully sat on the bench, her head now at a level with his male hardness, able to view his juices seeping from his thrusting member. Lying back on the bench she too closed her eyes, and began to finger herself, touching, probing, enjoying the feeling of the other hand pinching, stroking her nipples.

Even when she heard him gasp as he opened his eyes and saw her there, she kept her eyes closed, willing him not to run, not to desert her, not to leave her like this. She breathed a sigh of release when she felt his hand touch her thigh, electric, convulsing, raising the hairs on her body with the strength of his desire and the longing in his fingers.

"Quickly" she murmered. "Now" she ordered, feeling herself giving in to the moment and keen for him to finish what he had caused her to start. Opening her eyes, she saw him standing there, still fisting his erect penis, a look of stunned belief on his face as her stroked her thigh, fixated on her fingers strumming her clit, stroking her lips, her wetness dripping from her hand. Urgency overcame her as she sat up, turned around and kneeled on the bench, presenting herself to him whilest spreading her treasures, teasing him, taunting him, infecting him with the same desires that were rapidly overcoming her.

She almost swooned as she felt him press his hard cock against her pussy lips, felt him stroke up and down, gathering wetness on his uncircumcised head as her readied for the final advance. He buried himself inside her in one easy stroke, she was so wet. Holding her hips he began to steadily move in and out. She felt herself responding as she continued to stroke her clit, hastening the end in her desire to achieve relief. She could feel his movements speeding up as he began to lose his rythem as he too moved closer to his zenith.

Panting, she shook her hair and almost growled as she felt herself losing control, running to the light at the end of the tunnel. Her whole being was concentrated in her groin as she marvelled at the feeling of him thrusting harder and harder, deeper, almost to her soul as he too moved closer to the point of no return. He groaned, a gutteral sound, his thighs trembled, and she knew he was close. That was enough to send her over the edge, and she felt her legs spasm as she started to orgasm. He too had reached his peak, and she felt him stiffen as he shot his load deep inside her. They climaxed together, lost in their own world as the feelings enveloped them and took them to nirvana.

But too soon reality overcome them as she felt his grip on her relax, and felt his penis soften and wilt as he came down from his wild heights of passion. She turned and smiled, proud of the look on his face, grateful for the feelings he had caused inside her and conscious that the flames that he had awakened would no longer stay dormant........

He shook his head. “Just some western…there’s not much on.” He leaned back and began to tease her damp hair. “Feeling any better?”

She snuggled in closer. “A little, but I’m afraid the puss is off limits for tonight. Sorry, babe.”

He smiled and turned her face to his. “That’s ok…as long as I can be with you. Sex isn’t all we have, you know.”

She smiled and they kissed deeply, lovingly. When they finally pulled apart, she said, “I know, but I just love making love to you.”

He smiled and kissed her again. “And I love making love with you. But I also love sitting here and watching TV with you, kissing you, and just being together and holding you.”

She settled in against him, feeling the warmth of his body as his loving words warmed her heart. Whatever was bothering him earlier seemed to have passed, but she wanted to make sure. “Are you upset that I was flirting with Ashley?”

There was a pause until she looked up at him. “I’m not upset, but do you think it’s wise to bring more people into this?”

She inhaled a breath and released it slowly, mulling that over. “Hmm…you may have a point there. But I have to know if she’s really into me or if I’m just imagining it. Would you mind if I just hooked up with her and didn’t include anyone else?”

He considered this. “Does it really mean that much to you? I mean, you have five lovers already.”

“I know, but there’s something about her…she…reminds me of someone I knew back home.”

He raised his eyebrows. “I thought you told me you’d never been with another girl before Michelle?”

She shook her head. “She was a just friend…Lin…my best friend. And no, we never hooked up, but I often fantasized about it.” She paused. It was only a small lie. When they’d first got together with Michelle, it’d been before her, Lin and Jason had their threesome back in Williamstown. She lay her head against his shoulder and added with a sigh, “I really miss her.” When he didn’t reply for several long seconds, she said, “If it bothers you, then I’ll drop it, ok?”

He sighed and turned to face her. “Honey, I never want to stand in your way. I want you to experience everything you want to, but I just don’t want to risk losing what we have.” She started to reply, but he stopped her. “Put yourself in my shoes for a minute. How would you feel if I said there was a hot girl at school I wanted to try to have sex with. Wouldn’t you be even a little jealous?”

She held his eyes for a moment, considering what he’d said. It wasn‘t exactly the same thing, but she resisted the urge to say she’d have no problems if he wanted to bring a hot guy he met to their bed. “You’re right,” she finally admitted with a frown. “I’m sorry, baby.”

He pulled her close. “I meant what I said, though. If this is something you really need to do, then I won’t be upset. All I ask is that you keep it between the two of you.”

Angie nodded and kissed him, briefly on the lips at first, then it became more impassioned until they were practically devouring one another. Within a few minutes, Angie’s robe was untied and Steve was fondling her tits, pinching and teasing her erect nipples. She moaned into his mouth, wondering if just maybe her tender pussy could handle one more time. When Steve’s fingers began to rub her labia, she got her answer.

“Ow, please…stop,” she whimpered, pulling his hand from between her legs. She gave him an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, I’m just too tender.”

“That’s ok, Ang. I think I’ve had enough for one day anyway.” He leaned in to kiss her again but she held him back, turning and cocking an ear toward the stairs. When he tried to ask what she was doing, she shushed him, listened for a few more seconds, then turned back to him with that mischievous grin he knew so well. Her fingers reached out and undid the button of his jeans. “Angie…” he protested, glancing up the stairs.

“Shhh…don’t worry about it,” she whispered as she unzipped his fly and reached inside his jeans. His cock was already starting to grow from their animated make-out session and she extracted it from his shorts, stroking it slowly. She looked up at him and licked her lips. “Nothing wrong with my mouth!”

Before he could respond, she bent over and took him into her hot, wet mouth. He wasn’t completely hard and she was able to take him in all the way, her lips circling the base of his shaft and his short pubic hair tickling her nose. He groaned softly and she felt his hips move as her tongue began to work along the bottom of his shaft. She pulled back and took him all the way in again, but he was now growing harder quite fast and she gagged a little. The next time, she resumed her usual style, taking him as deep as she could and pumping him with her hand. He moaned again and she felt his hand on the back of her head. This gave her an idea and she pulled her sexy mouth from his hard cock, still stroking it with her hand. She got on her knees in front of him and looked up.

“When I go down, I want you to move my head up and down, ok?” He gave her a puzzled look. “Pretend you’re forcing me to do this. You know, pull my hair, hold me down…fuck my mouth.” He gave her an ‘are you sure?’ look and she nodded, her eyes sparkling. “Uh-huh…treat me like a slut again! That was so hot!”

“All right, if you really want me to,” he said, taking another glance up the stairs. He could hear the familiar creak of the floorboards in the family room and knew they were safe for the moment anyway.

Angie grinned and opened her robe to display her beautiful breasts to him. She leaned up and squeezed them together around his cock, looking up at him. He sighed and rested a hand on the back of her head, then his lips formed an almost evil grin. She felt him applying more downward pressure on her head and released his cock from between her tits.

“Suck it, bitch!” he breathed, pushing her down even harder. She pretended to resist and he reached down and pinched a nipple, causing her to gasp. When she did, he pushed down again and moaned as her hot little mouth engulfed his cock once again. She let out a muffled “Mmmph!” and he began to pump her head up and down, his fingers gripping her long hair. “Yesss…” he sighed, “Suck it good!”

Angie was becoming more and more turned on and began to attack his cock with vigor as it was forced into her mouth again and again. How she longed to be able to deep throat him and take him all the way in when he was fully hard like this. She was going to have to learn to do that. She could taste his salty precum, becoming stronger and stronger as more of the clear, musky juice flowed from his cock.

“Oh, fuck!” he groaned after a few minutes of this. She felt his cock swell and lifted off enough to catch his seed on her tongue when he came. A few seconds later, she was rewarded with a healthy load of hot spunk, which she swallowed before pulling off and jerking the remaining shots onto her face and tits. When he was done shooting, she sucked him clean, her tongue laving his shaft and balls as he basked in the warm afterglow, his fingers entwined in her beautiful golden hair.

“Ahem.”

They both looked up to see Cathy standing at the foot of the stairs watching them with her arms folded across her chest and a very disapproving look on her face. Angie scrambled to her feet, wiping the gobs of semen from her face. Steve fumbled with his pants, his heart pounding. Of all the times to stop paying attention!

“Go clean yourself up, Angie,” Cathy said calmly, glancing at her, then to Steve. Without a word, Angie ran into the bathroom and pushed the door closed. Cathy walked over to him, still holding the same parental stance. “I thought you two might be up to something, but to be honest, I really didn’t need to see that.” Steve hung his head in shame. Busted by his girlfriend’s mother! She waited several long moments before speaking again, listening to the water running in the bathroom. “Just be thankful it wasn’t her father who came down here. As much as he likes you, Steve, I don’t know how he would have reacted to…to…that!”

“I…I’m sorry,” Steve mumbled, not knowing what else to say.

“It’s not all your fault, Steve,” she said, “Although you do bear much of the responsibility.” She sat down in one of the easy chairs as the water stopped and the bathroom door opened. A much more respectable looking Angie slowly crept out and went over to sit next to Steve, ready to accept her lecture and subsequent punishment.

Cathy studied them for a moment, then shook her head. “Angie, I thought you were smarter than that.” Angie hung her head and nodded. Cathy gave them each a long, hard look. “Look, I know I can’t stop you two from doing this. All I ask is that you never, ever do it again when there’s a chance myself or your father will catch you.” She paused for a moment, then focused on Angie. “Angie, we don’t restrict your time with Steve or impose unfair curfews, so there’s no reason for giving blowjobs in the basement while we’re right upstairs.” Angie couldn’t believe her mother just said ‘blow job’ but kept silent. “I know you’re becoming a woman, honey, and I can’t stop you from experimenting with sex. But if I ever catch you guys again doing anything beyond a little necking, there will be some serious consequences. Do I make myself clear?” They both nodded without looking up. “All right. Now, I think it’s time for bed.” She stood up and started toward the stairs. “Oh, and I’ll be doing random bed checks tonight, so keep that in mind.” With that, she was gone.

Angie waited until she was upstairs, then hugged Steve. “Oh my god, that was so embarrassing!”

“Tell me about it. Imagine me sitting here alone with your mother after that…not pleasant.”

“I’m sorry, baby. But I had your stuff all over my face. I had to clean up.”

He kissed her head. “I know, and I’m not blaming you. It was my fault. I should’ve known better.”

She sat up and took his hands in hers, her eyes wide. “Can you believe she didn’t ground me for life!? What’s up with that?”

He shrugged. “Beats me. Did you think she’d punish you?”

“Hell yes! Are you kidding? She practically caught me with your dick in my mouth! I should be packing for the convent right now!” She put her hand over her mouth. “Holy shit! My mother said ‘blow job’!” She began to laugh, trying hard to keep her giggles quiet.

Steve chuckled. “What, you think they don’t do that stuff, too? They may be our parents, but they’re still human!”

She thought back to the night she’d watched her parents having sex in their new house. She vividly remembered her mother on her knees sucking her father’s cock, although she hadn’t finish him off like that. She wondered absently if her mother swallowed too. She looked over at Steve and nodded. “Yeah, I guess that’s true.” She sighed and nestled against him. “Damn, I so wanted to sleep with you tonight!”

He pulled her closer and held her tight. “I know, baby, but there’ll be other nights.” She nodded and he added with a grin, “Besides, you need some recovery time and I’m not sure I could control my urges with you lying in bed with me!”

She giggled. “And I’m not entirely sure I’d want you to!” She sat up and kissed him tenderly. “We better go to bed before we get into any more trouble. Good night.”

He gave her a soft kiss. “Good night, Angie.” He watched as she got up and walked into her room, smiling as she turned and dropped her robe just inside. He took in her naked body and she smiled, then leaving the door wide open, she turned to go to bed. He watched her turn on the lamp and slip naked between the sheets. She blew him one last kiss, then turned off the light.

He sat there for a moment before he turned off the TV and went into the bathroom. He splashed cold water on his face and thought about what had happened and how lucky they were that her mother had been relatively cool about it. It could’ve gone bad - very bad. They’d have to be more careful in the future. He turned off the light and walked back out into the rec room, pausing in front of Angie’s open door.

“Good night, baby,” he heard her whisper from the darkness. He imagined the feel of her warm, naked body against his and felt his cock twitch.

“Good night,” he replied softly and went into his room, leaving his door open as well. Sleep didn’t come easy.

　

Michelle awoke Friday morning with a throbbing between her legs. She gently touched her pussy, which was quite tender but wasn’t the cause of most of her discomfort. Her asshole hurt more, although it wasn’t as bad as the first time she’d had anal sex. She desperately wanted to give Artie a proper welcome home. If he was average size, she was certain she could handle him in her present state. But given his size, she wanted to do all she could to heal her tender little twat. Maybe a nice soak in the tub would help. Perhaps the warm water would sooth her pussy enough to allow her to give him what they both wanted.

She spent almost an hour in the hot water and it did seem to help. Her back door still stung, but since there was no way Artie’s monster would ever fit in there, that wasn’t a concern at the moment. She carefully shaved her pussy, being extra cautious around her tender labia, then did her long legs and underarms. She wasn’t completely sure they’d even have the opportunity to have sex, but she wanted to be prepared.

She didn’t realize how much she missed him until now. Sure, there’d been moments when she’d felt his loss. Despite the unusual circumstances that had initiated their sexual relationship, she truly liked him and enjoyed spending time alone with him. As she dried off, she began to feel a longing for him and hoped he’d call soon.

She was dressed in her light khaki hiking shorts and a white halter and playing around on her computer when the phone rang. Eagerly, she snatched it on the first ring.

“Hello?”

“Michelle?”

A wide smile spread across her face. “Artie! You’re home!”

He chuckled. “Uh-huh, and I really missed you!”

“Aw, I missed you too!”

“Those pictures you sent…wow!” he exclaimed. “Not what I was expecting, but thanks!”

She laughed. “You’re very welcome! I wanted to make sure some sexy chick didn’t steal you away!”

“Not a chance!”

They chatted for a few minutes, catching up. When the conversation turned to meeting up, he told her his parents were going to be home all day unpacking so they’d have to go somewhere else if they wanted privacy. “How about the creek?” he asked.

“Sure. Hopefully no one will be there.”

They agreed to meet there in a half hour and she hung up, gathering up a beach towel, and slipping her bikini on under her shorts and top. She threw the towel into her backpack with her sunscreen, grabbed a couple of bottles of water from the fridge, and practically ran out to her bike. Suddenly, the pain in her pussy was forgotten and all she could think about was seeing Artie and finally feeling that big, hard cock filling her once again.

She arrived at the trail fifteen minutes later and bounced along it to the clearing. A quick glance around told her she was alone and she smiled to herself. So far, so good. She rolled her bike over to the trees by the path to the place they’d camped and pushed it into the woods until it couldn’t be seen, then went back out to the clearing to wait for Artie.

It was only a few minutes later that she heard the tell-tale sound of a bicycle clattering down the rough trail and within seconds Artie flew out of the woods on his mountain bike. He slid to a stop in the middle of the clearing and looked around until he spotted her, then pedaled over to where she stood, dropping his bike and running to her. They embraced and kissed, his longing for her overshadowing any lingering shyness after being apart for so long.

When they finally released one another, he looked into her eyes and smiled. “Wow, I missed you!”

She giggled and hugged him. “I missed you too!” She took his hand. “Come on, let’s go!” She began to lead him toward the path until he remembered his bike. He ran back and quickly had it stashed next to hers and they hurried along the trail to the campsite.

They arrived to find it was also deserted. Michelle grinned and turned to him, dropping her backpack to the grass. She lowered her head and walked slowly over to him, looking up at him and biting sexily on her lower lip. Artie watched her come closer, feeling his already semi-hard cock grow even harder. She reached down and grabbed her top, then pulled it off, tossing it to the ground carelessly. Her breasts were even more beautiful inside her bikini top as it forced them higher and closer together. As soon as she had her top off, her fingers went to the button of her shorts. By the time she reached him, they’d dropped to her ankles and she kicked them away. His eyes traveled over her beautiful body in that sexy bikini and as she reached around to untie her bikini top, he thought his cock was going to burst the seams of his shorts. She dropped it to the ground and a little moan escaped his lips as her breasts were bared to him. He reached out, each thumb circling a hard nipple and his fingers sinking into the soft flesh.

Michelle sighed and reached out to his shorts, undoing the button and tugging them down. She looked down and could see his long hard shaft extending down the left leg of his boxers. She looked up at him, licking her lips, then dropped to her knees before him. Without pausing, her hands gripped his shorts and pulled them down. As she gazed once again at his mammoth cock, she licked her lips unconsciously and reached out to grasp it. She began to stroke it slowly, watching his face. He had his eyes closed and it was apparent that he was enjoying her touch. She waited until he opened his eyes and looked down at her, then stuck out her tongue and touched it to the tip.

“Oh, fuck!” he groaned as she began to kiss it and rub her full lips all over the spongy flesh of his huge head. She could taste him now and it only drove her to want him more. Slowly, she opened her mouth and took the thick head into her mouth, rolling her tongue all over it as she sucked on it. Again, he moaned, this time a little louder. She took him even deeper, but knew about four inches was the maximum she could fit into her mouth before she started to gag. Once she’d taken that much, she began to bob her head back and forth, her jaw aching as she stretched her mouth wide to accommodate him. Her hands pumped the remainder of his length and he soon began to rock his hips. She kept this up for a few minutes, then pulled off to give her jaw a break.

“Mmmm…you taste good!” she exclaimed, licking her lips and grinning up at him. Her hands continued to stroke him until she was ready to suck on it again.

“Oh, god, Michelle!” he gasped, “You do that so good!”

She kissed the tip again. “That’s because I love sucking your big cock, baby. And I love being fucked by your big cock, too!” She looked up at him, her eyes pleading. “Will you please fuck me, Artie?”

He looked down at her, surprised at her words. This talk was a new development, but he kinda liked it!

“Oh yeah, I’ll fuck you!” he exclaimed, a smile spreading across his face.

Immediately, she jumped up and tugged off her bikini bottoms, leaving her naked except for her sneakers. She looked around the clearing, then to him. “Where do you want me?”

He made a cursory sweep of their surroundings and looked back at her. “Why don’t you decide?”

She stepped closer, shaking her head. “Oh, no…I want you to tell me what to do, not ask me.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Come again?”

She laughed. “It’s something we’ve been trying lately and it’s so fucking hot! I want you to treat me like a whore, tell me to suck your cock, bend over and take it from behind, throw me to the ground and ravage me…whatever you want. If it’s too out there, I’ll say so, but anything goes unless I do.”

He studied her for a moment, then a smile crept across his face. He looked around and pointed to a tree. “So if I tell you to go over to that tree and bend over so I can do you from behind, you would?”

She nodded. “Sure, but you can do better than that.” She bowed her head submissively and put her hands behind her back. “Tell your little whore what you want her to do.”

Artie thought for a moment. This might be fun! He went over to a soft grassy area and sat down, his long cock pointing straight up. “Come here, then…whore.” Obediently, Michelle walked over to him, her full breasts bouncing with each step. He gestured to his lap. “Sit…I want to see just how much of my cock you can take.”

She straddled his legs and got to her knees, his long cock already pressing against her wet, swollen labia. He placed his hands on her shoulders and began to push her down. She closed her eyes as his thick head pressed against her tender opening, then stretched her wide and slid in. She moaned as her pussy was filled with a mixture of exquisite pain and pleasure at the same time. Even her asshole hurt from the pressure being applied to her pussy. Slowly, he pushed her down…two inches, three, four…

Michelle was caught up in the incredible sensations as Artie’s cock was slowly fed into her aching pussy. She’d become used to the average sized cocks of Steve and Jake and was having a little difficulty with his size. She set her jaw, determined to please her guy, no matter what. She felt herself being opened up as five inches disappeared into her twat, then six. Finally, she placed her hand on his shoulder.

“N…no more…please…not yet…”

He nodded and stopped forcing her down. She tried to make herself relax and felt some relief, but he was so fucking big! How had she ever managed to fit his whole cock inside her before? With some effort, she rose up until just the tip remained inside her badly distended pussy, then pushed back down. She did it again. And again. She kept moving up and down until she felt her pussy expand and her muscles relax so she could move easier. She found that she was now able to take a little more of his massive tool every few minutes, but stopped short of the entire thing. She was still sore and she knew this was going to create even more pain afterward. No point in making it worse.

She looked at Artie and could see the beads of sweat on his forehead. His face was flushed red and he appeared to be straining hard to keep from cumming too quickly. She cupped his chin and he looked into her eyes.

“Does that feel good, baby?” she breathed, her slippery pussy sliding up and down over his hard cock.

Hey nodded, swallowing. “F…fuck yes!” he gasped. “Feels…amazing!”

“Mmmm…it sure does,” she moaned, pressing her tits against his face. “Do you want to cum, baby?”

“Oh god, yes!” he gasped. “I can’t hold out much longer!”

“Mmmm…good. Where do you want to cum, lover? In my pussy?” She ground down as far as she dared and he groaned. “Or would you rather cum in my mouth? On my face? My tits? Tell me…your little whore will do whatever you say.” Her last sentence was a sultry whisper and it almost drove him over the edge.

“F…face!” he gasped, “…and mouth!”

“Ooo…all right. Tell me when you’re close and I’ll get into position.” He grunted and she leaned in, nibbling on his earlobe. “I can’t wait to feel your hot cum splashing on my face…to taste your…”

Her sexy voice was the final straw. “Oh, fuck!” he groaned, “Now! Get up!”

She extricated her twat form his cock and got on her knees as he quickly stood up, aiming his huge cock at her face. She began to pump it and suck on the tip, encouraging him by whispering, “Come on, baby…give it to me!”

He grabbed his cock and pumped it hard, throwing his head back. Michelle made sure she was still in position and opened her mouth wide. A second later, Artie groaned and shot a thick stream at her, hitting her on the cheek before moving across her open mouth to the other cheek. He kept pumping and unloaded several more shots, leaving her face literally coated with hot, sticky cum. She’d never seen him, or anyone else, shoot so much at once!

When he finished, she swallowed what landed in her mouth, then dutifully sucked the remaining jism from his cock and licked him clean. Her face was a mess and she was thankful none hit her eyes. According to Angie, that stung like a bastard!

Artie looked down at the beautiful, cum-splattered girl kneeling before him and licking his cock clean. “Holy fuck!” he panted. “I don’t think I’ve ever cum like that before!”

Michelle finished cleaning him and looked up, grinning as the cum ran down her face and dripped from her chin to her tits. “Never this much, for sure! Wow! Have you been saving up?”

He laughed and wiped a gob from her forehead before it could drip into her eyes. “I guess I just really missed you and was a little…um, excited.”

She chuckled and stood up. “A little…yeah, right,” she said with a grin. She dabbed at the thick cream on her cheeks. “I better get cleaned up.” She started for the creek. “Are you coming?” He grinned and nodded, pulling off his shirt and kicking off his sneakers. Together, they waded into the cool water and began splashing and washing up.

　

A while later they were lying on Michelle’s towel, still naked and drying off in the warm sunshine. Artie was lying on his back and Michelle lay next to him, one leg draped over his. “So,” Artie said, “What’s new and exciting around here? Is the group still together or did Angie and Steve decide to go out on their own?” Michelle didn’t answer right away and he lifted his head to look at her. “Michelle?”

She waited another couple of seconds before replying. “There’ve…been a few changes,” she finally said.

“Oh? Like what?”

She was putting off telling him about Jake and Kristi, but knew he’d have to be told sometime. It seemed this was the time. She sat up and turned to him. “Well, some more people found out and we had to bring them into the group, like we did with you.”

He sat up, his attention suddenly riveted on her words and not her naked body. “More people? Who?”

She sighed. She wasn’t sure how he was going to take this. Kristi was never real friendly toward him and Jake was…well, Jake was Jake. He put an arm around her shoulders. “Michelle? Tell me…who else?”

“Kristi and Jake,” she finally said.

He stared at her, then broke out into a grin. “Naw, you’re just playin’ around! Jake I might believe, but Kristi? No way!”

She turned to him, her eyes meeting his. “It’s true, Artie. There are six of us now.”

He could only stare at her, knowing he shouldn’t believe this crazy story. But her eyes told him she was serious. “Jake and Kristi?” he repeated. “How?”

She related how they’d both found out about their group sex by seeing them at the creek. She also said that she and Kristi discovered they had real feelings for one another that went beyond friendship. When she finished, he sat there deep in thought, not saying anything for what felt like a long time.

“Artie? Please say something.”

He looked over at her, this beautiful, sexy girl who he’d fallen in love with. He’d been able to accept their little foursome, but now she’d been sleeping with two other guys and two other girls. Steve he liked and Angie was, well…she was Angie. He could deal with that. But the idea of Jake having sex with Michelle wasn’t a pleasant thought. And what about Kristi? She was never rude to him or anything, but it was obvious she didn’t really like him and they wouldn’t even be part of the same crowd if not for their mutual friends. Would she even want to have sex with him?

Michelle was looking at him with scared eyes and he realized he still hadn’t spoken. “I’m sorry, Michelle…it’s just a lot to take in,” he finally said.

She took his hand. “Are you angry with me?”

He shook his head. “No, I’m not angry. Shocked would be a more appropriate word.”

She tried to smile. “I know, I’m sorry. I didn’t want to tell you like this but it seemed the only way.”

He looked over at her. “So, you and Kristi are…what, lovers?” She nodded. “And where does that leave me?”

She moved closer. “Artie, it changes nothing between us as far as I’m concerned.” He gave her a skeptical look and she continued. “It’s like this: I love Angie, but you and I still started something special, right?” He nodded. “So, why can’t I be in love with Kristi, too?”

He seemed to consider this, then said, “Do you love me?”

She smiled at him. “Yes, I do love you. I wasn’t sure until you went away, and now that you’re back, I know I do.” She was surprised at how easy was to say that; how right it felt.

He seemed to relax a bit. “I love you too, Michelle. I think I always did and when you and I first…made love, I was head over heels.”

She smiled again and kissed him. “And what about Angie? Do you love her?”

His face blushed a little. “Yeah, I guess I do.” He looked up at her. “But it’s not the same way I feel about you. I always considered us as something…special, you know, like boyfriend and girlfriend.”

“We are boyfriend and girlfriend, Artie,” she said. “I told you that before you left, remember?”

He nodded. “So this doesn’t change that?”

She shook her head. “Uh-uh. When school starts, everyone’s gonna know you’re my guy!”

He finally gave her a warm smile. “I’ll be the luckiest guy in school.”

She laughed and hugged him, then looked down at his still soft cock. “Any chance of an encore performance?”

He felt his cock twitch at her suggestion and nodded. “But I want to go down on you first this time!” She giggled and lay down, opening her legs for him. He crawled between them and lowered his mouth to her tender young pussy, inhaling her scent. His tongue snaked out and licked her labia, making her squirm. He began to push in deeper, tasting her sweet juices and lapping up all he could. He pulled back the little hood over her erect clit and began to roll his tongue over and around it, bringing soft moans of pleasure from her.

“Oh, god Artie…yes! Right there! Ohhh…”

Encouraged by her reaction, he began to suck on her little love pearl and she let out a soft yelp and thrust her pelvis upward against his mouth. Her hands went to his head and she pushed her fingers through his hair as she rolled her head from side to side, her moans increasing as he brought her closer and closer to climax. His tongue flitted across her clit as he alternated between sucking on it and kissing it. Occasionally, he’d flatten his tongue and run it along her dripping slit, tasting her sweet juices before returning his attention to her clit.

Michelle was riding a wave of sensual pleasure that she never wanted to end. Artie was bringing her to the very edge of release, then moving from her hyper-sensitive clit to the pink folds of her labia and vulva. Whether it was a conscious effort on his part or not, the effect was that of keeping her in sort of a pre-orgasmic limbo that made her entire body shiver in anticipation of the inevitable mind-blowing release she knew was coming. She opened her mouth to tell him how good it felt, but found she could only gasp and pant. As he began to suckle her clit once again, she felt her muscles tense and a euphoric sensation touched every nerve in her naked body.

“Arggghhhh…!” she cried through clenched teeth as she climaxed, her back arched and her pussy pressed tight to his mouth. She groaned long and hard as she built up, then released with a long gasp of breath, her body twitching and thrashing in the throes of a powerful orgasm. Artie couldn’t maintain his lip-lock on her very long and pulled back to watch as her body twisted on the ground for several long seconds before she finally dropped limply to the grass, panting and her chest heaving from the exertion.

He crawled up and lay next her, his chin resting in his hand as he watched her come down from her orgasm. “Wow, that was a good one!” he exclaimed, his other hand caressing over her heaving breasts.

She let out a small gasp and her body twitched as his fingers lightly brushed across her highly aroused nipple. “H…holy shit, Artie!” she panted, grinning up at him, “You’re getting very good at that!”

He returned her grin, blushing a little. “Thanks…I love doing it.”

She reached out and he allowed her to take him in her arms and pull him down so that their bodies pressed together as they kissed deeply. The feel of her soft, warm skin was having an effect on him and he felt his cock begin to stir once again. Michelle must have felt it as well. She pulled her lips from his and looked into his eyes.

“Again?” she said jokingly, moving her leg so that it rubbed against his tumid cock. This only served to increase its growth and his face flushed.

“I…well…do you want to?” he asked, seeming embarrassed.

She stroked his cheek and kissed him. “Would you mind if we didn’t? I’m a little…tender down there right now.”

He smiled, nodding. “Sure, no problem.” He kissed her again, then rolled off of her. For several moments they both lay there naked on the grass staring up at the few passing clouds. He tried to will his cock back to a flaccid state, but the nearness of Michelle and the fact that they were both naked made that virtually impossible. Michelle spoke up, breaking the comfortable silence.

“What are we going to do after it gets too cold to do this outside?”

Artie shrugged, turning his head to look at her. “I dunno…I guess I never really thought about it.”

“It just occurred to me the other day. I mean, we could try to get together at someone’s house, but that would be risky.” She rolled over to face him, her heavy breasts almost touching as she lay on her side. “I have an idea, but I don’t know if it’s possible.”

He stretched out an arm and she happily lifted her head so he could embrace her, then moved in closer and lay her head on his shoulder. “What’s your idea?”

“What if we built a little cabin in the woods here? You know, just a small place with a wood stove and a big bed!”

He chuckled at her mention of the bed, but the cabin wasn’t a bad idea. “Hmm…that’s a great idea, Michelle. These woods are all crown land so no one would be pissed if we did that, as long as we kept it quiet.”

She nodded. “And maybe Steve could get us a deal on some wood and other stuff from work.”

“Maybe…but we’d need quite a bit, even to build a small cabin. Not to mention windows, shingles for the roof, and other things.”

She sighed. “Yeah, you’re right. But even if it cost us all a few bucks, wouldn’t it be worth it?”

He nodded as he watched her hand glide down his belly to where his heavy cock was standing at nearly full mast. “Sure, I have a little saved up I could use.” Her hand moved lower until her fingers encircled the base of his cock. She began to run her fingers lightly up his shaft and he felt himself getting harder. She moved them back down to the base, then gripped his shaft and began a slow stroke. He sighed deeply and closed his eyes, allowing her to pleasure him once again. She continued to pump his cock, using his precum for lubrication.

After a moment, she sat up, then crawled down and slipped between his legs. He opened his eyes and looked down at her heavy breasts as she knelt on all fours, her tongue flicking out and teasing the tip of his engorged cock. Their eyes met and she gave him a seductive and naughty grin as she continued to stroke his hard member.

“Oh, yeah, Michelle!” he groaned as she licked the tip, then her lips, her eyes still holding his.

“What do you want your slut to do now?” she asked, leaning down to kiss the tip.

“Oh fuck…” he groaned, “suck me…suck me now!”

She grinned and opened her mouth wide, then slowly pushed his wide head into it, the whole while watching his face. Artie found it so fucking erotic that she was looking at him while giving him a blowjob that he nearly lost it right then and there. She went down until she’d taken all she could handle, then began to move up and down, her hand pumping what she couldn’t fit into her mouth.

Artie watched this beautiful girl sucking his cock as her tits bounced and shook. Her long hair kept falling across her face and she was constantly brushing it aside. She was loving the eye contact as well. Artie sat up and took her hair in his hand, bunching it into a pony tail then holding it away from her face. She murmured her thanks and attacked him with even more fervor. She pulled her mouth from his cock long enough to gasp, “Pull my hair!” then went right back to the incredible blowjob. Artie hesitated, then gave her hair a tug. She moaned and looked up again.

“Harder! Treat me like a slut!”

Holding her hair in a tight grip, he twisted it so that he was pulling her head downward. She murmured contentedly and tried to take more of him into her mouth, gagging a little. He allowed her to pull off so she could catch her breath and she grinned up at him. “I love being treated like this!” Before he could reply, she went back down, her warm mouth enveloping him and her tongue rolling back and forth over the sensitive glans. He felt his balls contracting and knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.

“Oh, fuck!” he moaned, “Don’t stop! I’m gonna cum!”

Michelle began moving even faster, her mouth making wet, slurping sounds and her hand moving so fast it was almost a blur. Artie groaned and closed his eyes as he felt the cum boiling, then released it with a long groan. He felt Michelle stiffen as his load was expelled into her mouth, but she swallowed it all and completed her task by sucking and licking him clean before crawling back to lay in his arms once again.

“Mmm…I love sucking your big cock!” she whispered, snuggling in close. He was still catching his breath but squeezed her tight in response, kissing the top of her head.

They lay there for a while longer then reluctantly began to get dressed. “I’m going to talk to Steve and Angie about my cabin idea,” Michelle said as she adjusted her tits inside her bikini top. “You never know, maybe Steve can get some wood for free.”

Artie watched her dress. Even though his sexual needs had been sated for the time being, he could sit here and gaze at her naked body all day. “Sure, can’t hurt to ask, right?”

She shook her head and slipped her shirt on. “Nope.”

“Can we do this again tomorrow?” he asked as he took her hand and they began the walk back to main clearing.

She frowned and shook her head. “Angie’s moving tomorrow and I promised to help out,” she replied. “Maybe after though.”

“Why don’t I come by and help too?” he suggested. “Do you think she’d mind?”

Michelle laughed. “No, I know she’d love it if you did, baby.”

“Cool.” he said.

They rode back to town, only stopping for a brief kiss before going toward their separate homes. Artie watched her ride away before starting off. Tomorrow would be hard work, but at least they’d be together. And he’d get to see Angie again, too.