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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I again smacked her clit and Emma quickly climaxed,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

They were attentive as I am a bit of a non conformist, and one in particular was very alert to what I was saying. She's the cute girl who sits in the back of the classroom and never says anything to anyone. She quietly takes her notes and leaves when class is over. Sometimes those kind of girls have secrets. Wonderful, naughty secrets.

She's quite the riddle. She's pretty, but not stunningly beautiful. The sort of teen girl that men notice, but don't trip over themselves to talk to. She puts on glasses during class to take notes, which only adds to her charm and mystique. She dresses casually and comfortably. This girl doesn't feel a need to wear sexy clothes just to go to class, unlike many of her peers.

What's her name? Does she have a boyfriend? Does she live with her parents?

God, what's her name? A glimpse at the top of her test page reveals her name is Tara, and she is very good at PR writing.

The best way to meet a shy girl like Tara is to be brave, bold and somewhat direct. Introduce myself, smile, be friendly but not overbearing. She smiles back shyly, and answers questions with one word responses. I ask her if she is keen on a degree in PR. She says yes, and so I ask if she would like to look through some of my consulting contracts.

“Yes” she said “Very much. Would you mind if I did some after school work with you?”

“Not at all” I said “Just let Miss Burgess know (Sarah)”

Tara isn't much of a talker, but she smiles a lot. She seems really happy just to actively listen, nodding and occasionally asking for clarification. She seems more impressed by sweetness and honesty than bravado. The conversation flows fairly easily.

"What do you do for fun on Friday and Saturday night? Go out and party it up?" I ask her “Otherwise, it would be good for me, as I don’t work on those nights.”.

She looks a little embarrassed. "I usually stay in. Sometimes I watch a DVD with my friend Katie, but not so much anymore now that she has a boyfriend. I read a lot, and I know this makes me sound like a huge nerd, but I like to study at the library on Friday night. It's much quieter there than on Sunday.”

"So I guess you don't have a boyfriend?" I ask.

She quickly shakes her head.

"Are you seeing anyone now?" I ask, trying to sound casual.
"You're awfully interested in that, aren't you?" she replies with a teasing grin. "No, I'm just focusing on my classes."

I study her, wondering if she will come round. I know I can help her work but I also want to find out where this is heading.

“See you Friday then!”

She arrived dead on time. She was wearing the same skirt and jumper she wore in class. On the walk over she's still very friendly. The conversation slowly dies after I resort to bringing up the weather. I notice that Sarah’s car is not her drive, and I am a little relieved.

In my lounge, she sits down on one of the large chairs, crossing her legs and looking nervous. I sit down next to her, a couple feet away.

I show her some of my recent work. She looks impressed, but says nothing.

"So, you aren't looking to date right now?" I ask her, breaking the silence.

"No, not seriously," she responds.

"How long has it been since you kissed a boy?" I ask.

"That's rather personal!" she responds, then adds defensively "It's been months."

I look at her, studying her body language. I can't read her. Her posture is defensive, yet she's obviously watching me, waiting for me to do something. I lean in slowly, moving my head towards hers, waiting for her to move away. When my lips are only inches from hers, she finally moves, closing the gap between us and kissing me.

Her lips are super soft, almost like silk. She kisses very delicately. Somehow I can detect her pent up passion that is aching to be set free.

After a minute or two I break the kiss and whisper, "We can do as much or as little as you want to. We can stop whenever, ok?"

"Frankly, I don't think that's going to happen. But that's still sweet," she tells me with a smug grin.

With that she turns and straddles me, grinding against me through our clothes as we resume kissing passionately. I slide my hands down to cup and squeeze her firm little ass, eliciting a load moan from her.

I nibble on her neck and tease her earlobe. I really want to get her out of her clothes, but don't want to rush anything. I break our kissing to remove my shirt. She takes the hint, and lifts her own jumper up over her head, first exposing her tummy and then her brightly coloured bra.

She's small on top, like most slender women are. I kiss her shoulder, her collar bone, sliding my hands up and down her sides and across her bare back.

"You really know how to get a girl worked up!" she exclaims. "And I can feel something down there that tells me you're just as excited as I am."

"That's very true," I reply, grinning at this girl who is more alive than I ever thought.

"That can't be very comfortable. Let me help," she said, sinking to her knees on the floor and unbuttoning my pants. I lift my hips to help her slide them off, my erection now contained only by my boxer-briefs.

"Oh my, yes, you are looking very excited," she coos, sliding her hand across my inner thigh. "I wonder, should we do something about this?" she teases, looking up at me with her gorgeous blue eyes.

"Like I said before, we can do as much as you want to," I reply.

"I plan to hold you to that," she says, then slides her hand up to caress me through my underwear. She teases me like that for a while, taking her time before hooking her delicate fingers at the waistband of my boxers and tugging them down.

The head of my cock catches on the waistband, so it angles down before springing up to full attention once it's free. "Oh my!" Tara exclaims. She reaches her hand out tentatively to stroke my erection. "Yes, I think I know exactly what to do with this."

We both watch in wonder as her hand slides up and down my cock gently. I don't want to even blink, I want to remember everything and burn these images in my memory forever. She smiles at me, a naughty, mischievous grin, then moves her head forward, tongue extended.

I actually jump when her slippery pink tongue makes contact with my cock for the first time. She lets go of my cock with her hand, so the only contact between us is the tip of her tongue and my erection. She slides it up and down my entire length, then swirls it around the head of my swollen member.

"God..." I moan.

"Would you like something?" Tara asks, once again grinning impishly.

"Would you... god, could you suck on me?" I ask, more desperate than I'd like to.

Tara smiles sweetly, then opens her mouth and swallows half of me.

Her mouth is as heavenly as her nubile body. She sucks up and down me slowly, maintaining tight contact yet avoiding even the slightest scrape of teeth. She bobs up and down on me with practiced ease. I admire her confidence; she knows she's making me feel good, she doesn't have to ask.

Now I'm in a minor dilemma. I don't want it to ever end, yet I know I'm going to need release at some point if she keeps this up. I'm not sure if I can come in her mouth. I'm also not sure if she wants me to fuck her. "I'm close..." I moan softly.

Tara immediately releases my cock and stands up. She unbuttons her skirt as I watch with rapt attention. Almost painfully slowly, she slides it down off her hips and legs and steps out of them gracefully. Her panties are a pink, tiny low-rise thong. She quickly hops back onto my lap and kisses me, my erection pressed against her miniscule undies and squeezed between our stomachs. I squeeze her bare ass cheeks, savouring their soft yet firm texture.

My hands roam all across her body, up and down her smooth back, catching on the back of her bra. I seize the clasp and open it, with surprisingly rapid success. She leans back just enough to toss her bra aside before pressing her bare chest against mine and kissing me once more. Still, I caught a wonderful glimpse of her small, bright pink nipples adorning the tops of her adorable little breasts.

We kiss and grope for a long time before she whispers, "I'd love to have you fuck me. Would you like that?"

I groan and nod enthusiastically. She slides back up my body and kisses me again.

"How do you want to do this?" I ask her, acutely aware of the tiny layer of fabric still covering her pussy.

"You're the man," she replies huskily. "Take me any way you want me. ANY way."

"You sure?"

"Yes. I’m so horny."

"Well," I tell her between kisses, "first I want to fuck you with me on top."

She nods. "And then?"

"And then I want to fuck you from behind."

"Oooh, I'd love that." she replies excitedly.

"Let's get you naked," I tell her, trying to extract her thong from between our entwined bodies.

When I nod, she stands and slips off her thong.

Her pussy is hardly what I'd call hairy, but there is a dusting of soft pubic hair. I smile at her reassuringly and say "You look so sexy naked. Now lie down."

She follows my instruction, lying on her back. I use my hand to spread her legs slightly and move my hips between them. I slide my hand across her pussy, feeling her wetness. "You're very swollen," I tell her.

"Yes, I'm very ready for you. Please, fuck me," she replies.

I rub the head of my cock against her pussy, teasing her, and getting her ready to be penetrated. "Enough teasing, I need you now!" she pleads. I slide forward gently, pushing the head of my cock past her slippery outer lips and into her hot wetness.

"Mmmmm," we moan in unison as I work more of my cock inside her pussy. "You feel so good," she gasps. "I love how you feel inside me."

I kiss her lips tenderly as I rock back and forth, finally burying my whole length within her tightness. It feels wonderful to have my body pressed against her small, soft, feminine shape. I'm sure she enjoys having me on top of her.

"Oooh, yes, that's it. Faster, please," she encourages as I start thrusting into her. I support my weight on my forearms to get more leverage. "God, I love it," she continues. "Please, don't stop."

I look down and watch my erection penetrate her, sliding deeply into her slippery folds before emerging back out of her. My gaze runs up her body, to her nipples, then back to looking into her eyes. I thrust into her again and again, savouring the sensations of her warm young body pressed against me, kissing her lips hungrily. I penetrate her for several minutes, driving my erection deep within her, causing her to moan almost continuously.

When I pause momentarily to catch my breath, she caresses my face and states, "I'd love to get fucked from behind now."

I nod, and we quickly rearrange ourselves. I admire her firm, wiggling little ass for a moment before grabbing her hips and plunging my cock back into her with one powerful thrust, hitting her deeply.

She slips a hand between her thighs to rub her clit. I grip her hips and watch my cock slide into her, enjoying the feelings of her tight, warm pussy and the feeling of her buttocks against my hips.

"Don't stop. Oh God, don't stop," she instructs, frantically rubbing her clit. I pick up my pace a little. I'm very close, but I can tell she is too. Her pussy grips me, clinging to me tightly. "Yes! Yes, I'm coming!" she cries out. I can feel it, and it's exactly what I was waiting for. With a loud grunt I slam forward, thrusting my cock deep into her as I climax, feeling the rush of pleasure course through me.

We collapse into a panting heap, slippery, sweaty bodies entwined together. "God, that was so nice," she says, kissing the tip of my nose.

She glances down at my cock and asks, "Still hard, huh?"

"Yeah, I am. You're very sexy," I tell her.

I settle back down and we sit in silence for several minutes, with me tracing my fingers gently across her back.

"Still hard," she observes. "Does someone want to go again?" she asks, hopefully.

"I'd love to," I reply. "But ladies choice this time."

Tara nods, sliding her body down mine. She licks the head of my cock gently. "I love cock," she tells me. "I really enjoy just playing with one. It's so hard and yet soft at the same time."

I observe as she takes me in her mouth.

Tara sucks on me gently, much more relaxed and tender than the first time. I just close my eyes and enjoy it, letting my mind wander. When I open my eyes Tara releases my cock and studies me for a moment. "Could you... would you please..." she stammers shyly.

"You know, at this point I would do almost anything you ask," I reply. It's true, considering how much I was enjoying the head she was giving me. "What would you like me to do for you, Tara?"

She looks like she wants to say something. "I... you probably wouldn't be into it. You'd think I was dirty, that I was really slutty. Well, sluttier than I already am for coming here with you."

"If you've acted like a slut today then I definitely don't think it's a bad thing!" I reply. "What do you want us to do together?" I ask, curious.

After thinking silently for a moment longer, she slides up my body and presses her mouth against my ear. There's a moment's hesitation, and I can feel her warm breath in my inner ear. Finally, she whispers hesitantly, "Could you fuck my ass?"

"Seriously?" I ask, surprised.

“Like, I masturbate thinking about it. That's pretty bad, huh?"

I'm amazed by her confession. She blushes. "I have a toy, it's about your size. I've used it on myself there."

My eyes grow wide at the idea of this cute young thing getting herself off with a dildo in her ass.

"What can I say, I really miss it. It's just so... naughty. Plus, and I know this will sound a little weird, it's just freeing for me."

"How so?" I ask.

"Well," she continues, "again, I don't want to sound crazy, but a lot of the time my brain just won't ever shut off. I swear, I think too much."

"That sounds hot. I'd love to fuck your ass, Tara." It feels good to say it, especially because it makes her eyes glow with excitement. "What's the best way to do it? Doggy style?"

"Hmmm, no, it's hot that way but it's actually easier if I'm on my back. It's a lot easier for you to go in slow that way. Plus, I want to be able to see your face when you're in my butt," she answers.

I go to the hall bathroom and pull out a bottle of lube. I take it to the room, where she lays, her pussy wet with our juices. I get even harder.

"Give me your hand," she instructs, pouring a good amount of the viscous clear liquid in her palm. She takes my wrist and coats my index and middle fingers. "Just slide your fingers into my ass for a bit and lick my clit, ok?"

I can hardly believe that I thought this girl was quiet less than 6 days ago and now she's instructing me on how to get her ready to fuck her ass. Needless to say, I quickly moved between her legs and rubbed my fingers against the entrance to her ass.

"Mmmm, that feels nice," she moans as I slowly slip the tip of my finger into her tight bum. "That's right, slow and gentle."

I lick her swollen clit as I slide my finger in and out of her ass. "Slip another finger in," she whispers, sooner than I expect her to. I comply, and she starts moaning.

"That's nice." she says. Her ass clings to my fingers as I slip them inside her, sliding in with greater ease thanks to the lubrication.

"I think I'm ready, stud," she informs me. "Just please, please, please, go slow."

"I will. Just tell me what you want and I'll do it," I tell her, slipping my fingers out of her and sliding my body up hers. She has to roll her hips upward more than for conventional fucking, but she doesn't look too uncomfortable. I rub the tip of my cock against her now slippery asshole.

"Rub lube all over your cock too," she instructs.

"Ready?" I ask her.

"Oh yes. Fuck me in the ass with that big cock, stud," she tells me with a wink.

It takes all the willpower I have not to ram myself deep within her tight bum. Still, the fear of hurting her holds me back. Between the lube and her experience it actually isn't that difficult getting the head of my cock into her ass. She gasps loudly as I feel myself slip past the tight outer opening.

"You ok?" I ask, concerned.

"Yes. Don't stop. Just go really slow," she replies, eyes tightly closed.

I take her advice, rocking back and forth and slipping deeper into her, millimeters at a time. I marvel at the novel sensation of her ass compared to her pussy. It's tight, possibly tighter. Yet once my cock slips past the entrance it isn't so snug, except when she tightens her muscles around me, pushing me outwards and causing me to groan with pleasure.

"You like it when I squeeze you with my ass?" she asks. "I'm glad you do, because I love how it feels. Just hold still for a moment. I'm going to squeeze you, but don't let me push you out."

I nod, looking down at my cock, half of which is now buried in her ass. Tara closes her eyes and clenches tight around me. I hold myself in place within her. It feels amazing. As she releases I slip deeper into her, no longer hindered by her resistance.

"Oh fuck," she moans, followed by something unintelligible.

Gradually I slide back and forth until my entire cock is inside her. I try to rub my lower abdomen against her pussy, hoping to stimulate her clit. She opens her eyes and smiles at me lustfully.

"I have to admit, I really am fighting the urge to thrust."

"You can thrust, a little. Just be gentle at first. I'll tell you when you can speed up."

Supporting my weight with my hands, I slide my cock almost all the way out of her ass, then slip it back deep within her. Tara closes her eyes tightly, biting her lower lip and making little moaning noises with each thrust.

"Yes... yes... so good," she moans. "Fuck me, fuck my tight little ass. Faster, please, faster."

I close my own eyes and speed up the pace, revelling in the sensation. I can feel that her ass has adjusted to me, although she's still extremely tight.

Tara forces one of her hands between our bodies to rub her clit. "Please, don't stop. Fuck my ass, just like you're doing. Oh god, that's good."

I don't say anything, but continue my thrusting, marvelling at the reactions of the beautiful teen beneath me. Her chest becomes flushed, pink with excitement, and her breathing accelerates. Suddenly she cries out, "Oh god, I'm coming!" and her whole body tenses up.

The excitement of the moment, the tightness, and the kinkiness of fucking her in the ass sets me off. "I'm coming too!" I groan, just as I start to explode.

"Yes, come for me, teacher. Come in my ass!" she cries.

As my orgasm subsides I awkwardly collapse on top of her. She strokes my ass and back gently in silence.

We eventually clean up and lay together still naked. She tells me about a book she's reading, although I'm in too deep of a state of bliss to remember much of what she says. Eventually my stomach rumbles from hunger.

"You should eat some dinner," she tells me with a giggle. "Sadly, that involves you putting clothes on and covering up that sexy body.

I gather my clothes and redress myself as she watches. "You were wonderful," she tells me. "Thank you for fucking my ass."

"So... do you want my number?" she asks. "You know, in case you ever want to get together again sometime?" she continues, hopefully.

"I'd love that," I respond, kissing her lips. "I'd be disappointed if this was a one time thing."

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