She walked up to Jonathan and asked him if she could help him with his bags. Jonathan turned and looked down at the cutest woman. His eyes lit up at the sight of her and he smiled as he set his bags down and pulled her into his arms for a long awaited hug. She wrapped her arms around his waist and expelled a sigh of relief at the warm reception he had given her. They stood back and looked at each other taking in each other's appearance both very happy and satisfied with what they saw. Jonathan gathered his bags and followed her out of the airport to her car.

He placed his bags in the backseat and climbed into the passenger seat as she climbed into the driver's seat. She looked over at him and smiled. He smiled back and reached over to play with one of her braids. He'd been dying to touch her hair since first laying eyes on her. He wondered what her nipples looked like. If they would be a dark brown or almost black. She was of African descent and her smooth brown skin looked as if it would taste as good as chocolate. His mouth began to water in anticipation of the evening to come. She cranked up the car and they drove off to the hotel where she had made reservations. They made small talk as she drove, the atmosphere in the car getting ripe with sexual tension.

Finally, they arrived at the hotel and no sooner did they get into the room than they were both naked tumbling onto the bed in a tangle of arms and legs. They kissed each other wherever their mouths would touch, running their hands over each others bodies as if they didn't have time and needed to come to completion or the world would end. Jonathan had the forsight to remember to put on a condom, although it took an extreme amount of will power not to just take her raw. He entered her body in a hasty manner and she responded by spreading her legs wide and grabbing his ass to pull him deep inside of her. They bucked against each other feeling their first initial orgasms building up. Their bodies exploded with pent up passion and they screamed out their release in unison feeling as if they were both having an out of body experience. They collapsed on the mattress, sated for the moment having gotten that first release out of the way knowing the next round would be slow and sensual.

They lay there naked looking into each other's eyes not needing to talk. They allowed their eyes and hands to do their talking for them. He took a good look at her body. Her DD breasts were heaving with their recent exertion. Her nipples were dark but closer to brown than black. He liked that. Her chocolate skin gleamed with a light sheen of persperation. His eyes traveled down her stomach covered in stretch marks from having been pregnant. He put his hand on her stomach and rubbed it up and down enjoying the feel of her stretch marks and knowing that she was a mother excited him even more. His eyes moved down to her pussy mound and he smiled at the way the hair was shaved in a heart shape and trimmed neatly. He moved his hand down not being able to resist the temptation to see if the hair was soft or coarse to the touch. Her hair was damp but he could still feel the coarseness of it. Something about that made him want to put his face between her legs. He moved down the bed and positioned himself between her legs pushing them up over his shoulders. He gripped her ass and placed his tongue to her love jewel. She jumped at the sensation still sensitive from her orgasm. Slowly he circled his tongue around her clit still a bit swollen from their very recent coupling, enjoying the way it twitched with each circular move of his tongue. She began to moan and reached down to grab his head as she felt yet another orgasm began to overtake her body. Her legs began to shake uncontrollably and she screamed out his name as she let the warm feeling course through her body. Suddenly she felt a cool shiver inside her body and then she was floating.

Several minutes later, she came back down with a contented sigh as she drifted off to sleep. He pulled her into his arms knowing he'd done his job. He played in her braids as she slept and drifted off into a world of sexual fantasy with a smile on his face.

With that he made a move for the door and I said wait a minute – you are telling me that if I don’t pay you want sex. He said lady you are spot on. Happens a lot.

I stood back and he came just inside the door and said we do it here ok and began to undo his belt and remove his pants.

I was completely shocked and said wait a minute what if I don’t want to- then he said I call the cops you order and no pay.

Then I said what happens if I tell them you want sex.

No problems  happens all the time a couple of times a week I get sex for pizza. Cops not interested.

By now he had his pants down and I could see his Asian penis firming up and getting hard. I said it looks like I am going to pay this way and he said if you want pizza I get fooook.

Then he got his bum pouch and removed a condom and began to roll it on and said come on lady I have other deliveries to do. He was really well prepared.

I couldn’t believe it and I slipped my pants down and lay on the floor and he said you got nice cunt lady, nice hair and lips. My cock give it a good time and you like it I promise.

By now I was ready and he was almost in me and I was still not believing this. I was about to be fucked by a delivery boy for the price of a pizza. I watched as he guided his cock into me. I was wet and could not believe that I was already and had not protested once about his aggressive attitude. His condom covered cock slipped into me and he immediately began to fuck me most proficiently.

He wasn’t wasting any time and  said to me you pretty good fuck lady, not all like you, you pretty damn good. The sensation of his cock working itself inside me was great, he wasn’t huge but he was big enough for me to feel the lips of my cunt around his cock shaft as he slid his cock up and down and pushing himself well into me each time. I said how often do you do this. He replied many times, like two times per week and sometimes same girls. One girl she always ask me back when I knock off for more sex. She nice girl - but hard to satisfy. She takes a long time but she is good fun. I like her.

As he was fucking me I said who pays for the pizza and he said I get good tips and sometimes I get girl in shop to make too many so I can use them for sex. I fuck her too she is nice Chinese girl and good fooook . I said you are a big stud and he said too right lady I fuck lots of girls and all happy.

By now I was beginning to get the sensation of my climax building up, my cunt was really tingling and it felt wonderful all the way up inside me. He was fucking me much faster than I was normally used to and it felt really strange but good. I rarely come this quick. He was fucking me pretty hard and fast but it wasn’t that that was bringing me on - there was another sensation and before I knew it I was in the middle of my orgasm and he started to cum as well and the two of us were thrashing around on the floor fucking like something possessed. It was a really high class orgasm and it felt different to just about all my previous orgasms.

Once he had cum he pulled out and his cock had the condom filled fully with his cum and I felt really well fucked, better than I had felt for months. I could still feel this lovely feeing all up inside me and I have to admit it was a great fuck. He looked down at me and said hey lady you a damn good fuck, my stuff work pretty good on you eh.

By now the condom was off and he had tied a knot in it and was wiping his cock with a paper serviette he brought with the pizza. I give you good time OK as he handed me the cum filled knotted condom in the tissue. I said I have to admit it was good. I don’t believe I just did that and enjoyed it as well. I had agreed to be fucked and had one of my best fuckes ever and we finished in just over ten minutes.

He said next time I can give you good fuck all you do is ask when I bring pizza. I would like you to pay next time but I still fuck you if you like- my stuff pretty good and girls like it and makes them cum pretty good eh.

He had mentioned stuff twice now and I said what is your stuff you talk about. He said I put good stuff on condom that girls like and makes them fuck good and cum quick. Very good Asian aphrodisiac makes girls happy.

Now it made sense I had never had a sensation like that before while being fucked with or without a condom , he had used something to bring me on and it worked wonders. I said what is it, it certainly works.

He said all girls like it but that a secret mixture. Any time you like you ring and I fuck you some more with good stuff and make you happy again.

By now he was dressed and said where you want pizza and I took it from him and said wait a minute and gave him his cash with a good tip. The fuck was worth it with or without the pizza. From now On I was going to be one of his regulars.

He smiled and said you ladies all the same - no money to start - and big tip at end for big tip inside them. Thank you - look forward to seeing you again.

I said you will for sure and I want a funny stuff pizza in future.

He said you good fuck lady I come back any time. Don’t forget your pants.

I had completely forgotten them and they were lying on the floor where they could stay. I didn’t want any pants on at this time. My cunt felt fantastic in the fresh air and was cooling off nicely and I thought I may even take everything off and eat naked I felt that good. I may even masturbate my now fantasic feeling cunt.

I was going to be a regular pizza eater from now on.

Right after I had eaten my pizza I would ring my girl friend and tell her what happened - he doesnt know but he was set up and it worked. She had been eating pizza for three weeks but she never mentioned the 'stuff' though, we have some notes to compare. She was obviously one of his fuck me for a pizza girls ,as I was to become.

 

 

We walked into a Sears store and went to look at the dresses, hoping to find one to fit his sister. I was going through the racks of dresses, hoping to find something when Ken had me step between the dress racks. He stood behind me and lifted the tail of my long coat. In no time, he had his cock into me from behind as we stood between the dress racks. He began to slowly fuck me and soon I was matching his thrusts with my own rocking motion of my hips. A customer was standing only feet away on the other side of the rack and seemed to be concentrating on picking out a dress. She suddenly stepped around and had a plain view of my husband and I having sex. The coat was pulled up around my waist and the shopper got a clear view of my ass and could see my husbands cock going in and out of me. As she watched, she began to rub herself through her jeans. We continued to fuck until both of us were ready to climax. I started having my orgasm and stood shaking as I felt my husband's cock emptying into me. I looked at the woman shopper and saw her eyes begin to glaze as she approached her own peak.

After we finished and I straightened my coat, we left the Sears and moved down the mall to another store and repeated the scene from the Sears.This time, a male sales clerk saw us having sex and soon was on his way to cumming in his trousers. We left the store and went to a restaurant for a bite of dinner. ken sat across from me in the booth and was soon fingering my wet pussy. it happened that the waitress was standing there taking our orders when I began to shudder with the third orgasm since coming inside the mall. She looked at me and knew exactly what was happening. Her smile told us she was wishing she was cumming with me. While my body was convulsing in exctasy, my coat slightly parted at the top and she could see my ample breasts heaving with my breath. She managed to collect herself and finished taking our orders. While we ate, she came to our booth several times to see if we needed anything. My husband left her a sizable tip as we started to leave. She came over to us and bent down telling us that she was getting off her shift in a few minutes and would we meet her at her van.

We walked out to where she said her van was and soon were joined by her, almost running to her vehicle. While we had waited, my husband asked if I was ready to include another woman in our sexual escapades. I told him that as long as it was strictly for sex, I would be okay with it. Susan, the waitress unlocked the side door and slid it open, motioning for us to get in. The big conversion van seemed bigger inside than it looked from outside. I could actually stand upright inside the plush vehicle. As soon as Susan slid the big door shut, she began to undress. She soon stood totally nude, watching us undress. Her body was even more shapely than my own. Her breasts stood high and firm, hardly sagging the slightest bit. Ken looked at her and took in her nakedness and was soon fully erect. She reached out and grasped his rock hard cock and began to stroke him. Her other hand reached down and began to rub my pussy. It was the first time another woman had ever touched me and I was a little aprehensive at first but soon was enjoying her caresses. She leaned closer to Ken and soon was sucking on his erection. It took no time at all for her to bring him to a climax, his huge load of sperm filling her mouth and dribbling down her chin. She stood up and put her arms around me and began to kiss me on my mouth. I soon felt her forcing the load of sperm she held in her mouth past my lips and into my mouth. Her tongue was probing and dancing with mine. Her hand, which had been rubbing my pussy was soon pushing downward and her fingers probing my wet slit. My knees were shaking. We soon ended up on the bunk in the back of the van and my husband watched as the woman gave me my first experience with lesbian sex. She had been standing and embracing as we explored each other's bodies. She guided me to the bunk and began to kiss me all over my trembling body. I felt her lips and tongue covering my body with tiny kisses that felt like a feather being dragged over my skin. I was barely aware of her parting my legs until her tongue began to probe gently into my soaking wet slit. She used her tongue to move my hood out of her way and bare my swollen clit. I was used to Ken performing oral sex on me but this was so much more intense. She ever so slowly sucked my clit into her mouth through her pursed lips, sucking it like a tiny penis. I wrapped my legs around her shoulders and pulled her close. That's when she slowly slid her tongue deep inside my wet pussy. I wanted to scream with excitement as her tongue invaded my pussy. While she was doing this to me, she had slowly moved a leg over my body and lowered her pussy to within a few inches of my mouth. My hands were pulling her closer to me and soon I was tasting her sweet fluid. I had several times, licked my own fingers after masturbating but this woman's juices tasted as sweet as honey. I began to imitate her every move. I would mimic every move of her tongue and lips.She was soon responding to my lovemaking, her hips rocking the same as mine were under her.

I felt her tongue begin to flick along the crease of my leg and start circling my rectum. The feeling was intense. I normally didn't want my husband performing anal sex on me but this woman was awakening my desires. She stiffened her tongue and began to slowly push her tongue deep inside me. I was almost begging her to fuck my ass with her tongue. I moved from her pussy to her tightly puckerd asshole and circled it with my tongue. In a few minutes, I was pushing my tongue deep into her, wiggling the tip from side to side to give her even more pleasure. I soon felt her raise her head and begin to moan and surpress a scream as she orgasmed. Her movements took me over the top and I locked my legs tightly around her neck as My orgasm overtook me.

As we both began to slowly come down from our orgasms, I watched as Ken's Hard shaft come closer to her pussy. I lay there watching with excitement as his cock entered her pussy and began to sink deep inside her. As Ken's cock began to slip in and out of her depths, i started licking his shaft and tasting her juices as he fucked her. Ken began oumping faster and faster and soon was pumping loads of sperm deep inside her.

After several minutes of slow strokes and driving his shaft deep into her pussy, he slowly began to withdraw. As his cock cleared her pussy. I put my tongue in her and began lapping up my husband's cumm. After one final orgasm, she begged to let her rest. As we lay on the floor and the bunk resting, we talked and it was agreed that we would be having more fun out on our farm.

Those adventures will follow in another post

A few days ago, a new care assistant, Sue, had started working at the home. She was about 21yrs old, 5' 3" tall, nice slim legs, long blonde hair, and a big bust. The sort of girl that could give a eunich a hard on. Arthur had been aroused by her the night she gave him his medication. As she leaned over him, her breasts so close to his face, Arthur had become aroused. His big bulge quite obvious beneath the sheets. The young lady looked at Arthur's bulge, then turned to his face and smiled. Arthur may have been old, but he knew the signs of lust. And this girl wanted to be fucked. He just knew it.

One morning, as both Arthur and Nigel awoke, Arthur decided to have a conversation with Nigel. "Listen" said Arthur, "One night soon, I'm gonna fuck the ass off that young, hot assistant. And it's going to have to be in this room, so either you fall asleep quickly, or you see eveything. Either way, just keep your fucking mouth shut!!"

"Hey" said Nigel, "You think I give a shit?. I've seen the look on that sluts face. She's just itching to be fucked, I just wish I could do it myself. I am however impotent, but hell, I want to see her in action!!"

"So, what are you saying?" asked Arthur. "Well" replied Nigel, "You grab her, and I will grab her, and we will have some fun!!" "Excellent" replied Arthur, "But remember, if the shit hits the fan, we don't know anything. We both have dementia, ok?"

The next morning seemed to last an eternity. The day went so slowly. Arthur and Nigel smiled at each other, knowing that this night would be fun for the both of them. Arthur became erect at the thought of the forthcoming events.

At 19.00hrs, the gorgeous assistant started work as usual. All the residents of the care home were sent to bed. All that remained was for the assistants to administer the evening medication, then the rest of the shift would be easy. For some reason, Arthur and Nigel were the last people to be administered their medication. As usual Sue entered Arthur and Nigel's room. Approaching Arthur, she smiled and leaned over him as usual, her breasts in his face. Looking down at his crotch, she saw the bulge that always greeted her, and she looked him in the eyes and smiled. Instead of opening his mouth to receive the medication, Arthur just looked at her. Without warning, a sudden jolt from behind had her face down on Arthur's bed.

Nigel had jumped her from behind, and he was holding her down, and had placed his hand across her mouth. Without hesitation, Arthur scrambled out of the bed. Arthur ordered Nigel to turn her over, so she was on her back. Once in this position, Arthur ripped eagerly at her top. Tearing it open, Arthur could see her breasts cupped in the constraints of her bra. Arthur tugged at her bra, releasing her big, pendulous tits from their prison. Once free, Arthur had an overwhelming urge to suck them, his mouth and tongue went to work, soon her nipples had grown hard, and he looked her in the eye. She was not in fear. She was watching him, waiting for him to make his next move. She was grinning seductively, urging him on with her smile.

Arthur could barely contain himself. Even Nigel came in on the act. Grabbing at her big tits, poking his tongue in her mouth, to which she responded. He kissed the young woman with intense passion. Taking his tongue out of her mouth, he moved down to her big tits.. Taking one in his mouth, he sucked and nibbled on her nipple, drawing it out, while Arthur sucked on her other breast. Oh, how he loved the feel of young tit in his mouth. Arthur stripped of his PJ bottoms, revealing a long and hard cock. Sue looked at it, and licked her lips. An obvious invite to put his cock in her mouth? Arthur climbed onto the bed, got astride her head. Her mouth opened, hungry for his big cock. Sue seemed desperate to get that shaft in her mouth. Once in, Sue sucked as though her life depended on it. Arthur had to think unsexy thoughts to stop himself from cumming. Nigel released his grip on her, and clambered down the bed. Pulling up her skirt and opening her thighs, Nigel pulled aside her panties, revealing her slit. Spreading the folds of her flesh with his fingers, Nigel found her clitoris, and began to tongue it. Sue loved the feeling of this old mans tongue on her clit. It was heaven. She could feel the signs of an orgasm approaching. She came, releasing a quantity of fluid into the old mans mouth. Nigel was exstatic. He wanted more of her juices, so he continued to lick her, his tongue entering the young womans hole.

Sue carried on sucking Arthur. He was pumping her mouth now. Furiously. His hands wandered over her young tits, tweaked her big hard nipples. This sent Sue wild, her sucking became more intense. She took the shaft out of her mouth, and ran her tongue all over the head of his cock. A small amount of precum emerged from his dick, and Sue eagerly licked it up, relishing the taste of his old cum.

Sue ordered Arthur to sit on her belly. Arthur obeyed. Once in position, Sue grabbed his cock, and placed it between her big tits. Wrapping her glorious boobs around his shaft, she furiously started to tit fuck him. Arthur really enjoyed this. He grabbed her tits, and started pumping his shaft between them. As the head of his cock got nearer to her mouth, Sue stuck out her tongue, so his head would rub over it, and occasionaly she managed to get the head inside her mouth. This bitch was one dirty slut, he thought.

Meanwhile, Nigel continued to tongue her. Her cunt was really wet now, he couldn't believe how juicy she was. He manouvered his tongue from her open hole, to her clitoris. Lapping up all of her womanly honey. Her legs started to shudder, Nigel knew she was cumming again. He placed his mouth over her hole, intent on catching all the cum that would flow out. With one final gasp from Sue, her whole body shuddered, and her juice was released. Nigel could feel it in his mouth, and eagerly swallowed it down.

Arthur was still enjoying tit fucking this slut. Releasing his cock from between her tits, Arthur kneeled forward, and pointed his weapon at her mouth. Sue took it in and began to suck. Arthur could now feel the familiar signs of an orgasm approaching.. He needed to cum. But where? Should he ejaculate in her mouth, or should he come all over these big, glorious tits?

Time was running out. Sue would be needed to be seen by the other assistants soon, or they would come looking for her. Nigel had emerged from her thighs now, covered in sticky traces of love juice. It was time for Arthur to cum. Seeing Sue's mouth bobbing up and down his penis was now too much for him. Feeling he was about to cum, Arthur relesed his cock from her mouth, aimed at her tits, and shot his load all over them.. Long hot streams of cum blasted her tits. It dribbled down them, and covered her nipples. Sue moaned excitedley. Her hands proceeded to rub the cum into her big breasts. Arthur watched, and this excited him more, and a second stream of hot cum erupted from his cock, which landed over her lips and chin. Her tongue came out and lapped the love juice up. Arthurs cock was now spent, and he clambered off her.

Sue calmly got off the bed, wiped herself down with a towel, smiled at the gentlemen, adjusted her uniform, and walked away. She had enjoyed herself!! Dirty bitch!!

Arthur and Nigel looked at each other and exchanged smiles. They both knew that the fun had only just begun. This slut was a real whore, and Arthur knew he would be fucking her again, sometime real soon. Perhaps being in a nursing home wasn't so bad after all.

Dom grabbed her from behind and kissed her down her neck, across her shoulders and down her back, before spending time on that beautiful ass.

As they turned to face each other in full nakedness, Dom’s pulse raced as he knew he was about to fuck the hot girlfriend of his best mate. As they held each other’s hot bodies in anticipation of steamy sex, Suganya looked down at his ten inch boner in awe.

Suddenly she ran to the bed and jumped on top, spreading her legs suggestively. Dom’s jaw dropped.

          “Hello?  JP?  Can you come pick me up; I really need someone to talk to…”  I had just had one of the worst days of my life.  Why the fuck is this happening to me, I kept asking myself.  What did I do to deserve this?  I hate guys I swear imma shoot him once I get my hands on a gun.(jk)  I had just found out that there were bullshit rumors about me going around school...and to top it off James just broke up with me…Well I still got JP right..?  I had just told my girls about this, but it wasn’t enough.  I needed to see JP.  He’s a guy, maybe he can tell me how to handle these assholes.

          Well the truth is, I liked JP and I felt that he was the one person who could comfort me in the way I needed or should I say, the way I wanted.  He’s a great friend and every time he’s not near me, I miss him; I always want to be in his arms like the way I dreamed.  I want to see him; to hear his sexy voice speak to me and call my name.  I wished for his lips to caress mine, imagining them being so soft like marshmallows.  I giggled and touched my lips at the thought.  I imagined how his hands would feel on my body, any part.  Just thinking about him was pleasure enough.  Goddamn, Im horny.  I want JP..  And OH MY GOD did I want him…I wanted him in me, tasting me, savoring my flavor-I wanted him to satisfy my longing pleasure; my hunger for him…

          Beep!  Shit!  I cursed to myself.  It seemed that my little daydream had got me all wet.  I hurriedly cleaned myself up and rushed to JP’s van. 

          “Hey.” I greeted him.

          “Hey,” he replied, “are you okay?  It looks like you’ve been crying.”  I looked at myself in the mirror and noticed that my eyes and nose were slightly red and swollen.  Dammit!  I rushed out so fast that I didn’t clean my face.

          “Yeah, I’m just having a bad day..”  He pulled out of my driveway and started towards his house.

          “What happened,” he asked, concerned.

          “This stupid kid started some fucked up rumors about me..”

          “What were they?”

          “He told his friends that he had sex wit me and then that started getting around the whole school.  But he had also told these girls that he ass-fucked me.  C’mon that’s disgusting…But I already took care of that by embarrassing him and beating him up,” I said triumphantly.

          “So, then what’s the problem,” he asked, a little confused.

          “Well then James,” JP snorted “broke up with me today..”

          “I still get what you saw in him in the first place..”

          “Yea, me neither.”

          “I mean, if he was so sweet and nice like you said than why would he do something like this to you?”

          Because of Ashley, that’s why he did it.  He broke up with me for some ho.  Fuck him, I don’t need him.  “Yeah, you’re right.  But thanks for picking me up; I really wanted to be with you right now.  You’re the only person I can really talk to.”

          JP looked me in my eyes.  “No problem.  Im always here for you.”  I smiled and felt my heart do a flip-flop.  I turned away.  Looking at him gets me so nervous..I could still feel his eyes on me after I looked away.  After a while, I turned to look at him and I admired his facial features.  Goddamn he’s so sexy.  I thought to myself.  I stared at him and I began visualizing us at his house.  We were sitting on his couch and he was kissing me.  I pushed my mouth harder against his and felt our tongues entwined together.  Im not sure how long we were kissing before I felt his hands move up to my shirt and start to unbutton it, slowly, one by one.  Soon I exposed to him, my bra and hidden beneath them beautiful light brown breasts. 

          JP reached behind me and undid my bra, and I felt my nipples harden as his hands brushed across my breasts.  I noticed his dick harden through his jeans and smiled.  He continued to kiss me as I was beginning to take off his shirt.  We had to detach our lips for a sec so I could pull his shirt over his head.  Once off, he lightly kissed my lips and slowly moved down and kissed my body.  I laid down while JP pulled down my zipper and pulled off my skirt and thong.  He threw them to the side and continued to kiss down my body until he had reached my pussy.  He rubbed my clit, causing me to moan with intense pleasure...“Uhhh!”

          I opened my eyes and realized that JP and I were still in his van, parked outside of his house and I was lying back against my seat. I sat up straight and noticed that I was really wet; my pussy juice was all over the inside of my thong.  I looked at JP and he was staring at me with a sly grin on his face.  Before he could say anything, I told him to shut up.

          “What,” he asked still grinning.  “So, just out of curiosity, what were you dreaming about?”

          “Nothing..” I said, slightly embarrassed.

          “Mhmm..”

          “Oh, fuck you..” I smiled, because I know I surely do.

Chapter 2: JP

*(if JP has to gimme this prt)*

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Though it was not very fast, driving this little car took both hands; one to steer with the tiller and the other to operate the spring returned throttle. So, I looked at the excited kid’s sister and said, "You come too. You’ll need to hold Jr. down."

With a bright smile, she put the boy in the seat between us and climbed aboard. Melanie introduced herself, her son, Bobby, and thanked me for the ride. Though she looked to be about 14, as it turned out, Melanie was a 22-years-old mother. Her son, Bobby, was 5.

When they were safely seated, off we went. We drove around the neighborhood for twenty or thirty minutes. Bobby never stopped talking. He asked a million questions. Most of his questions were good ones. All of which, I answered as best I could to the satisfaction of a five-year-old boy. Melanie didn’t say much. She just sat there with a wide smile, staring at me, and intently listening to my every word.

If not for the fact that I was driving, I may have returned the favor and not taken my eyes off of Melanie. Even though she looked like a young girl, there was just something about her that piqued my interest.

Melanie was a petite young thing. At 22-years-old, she stood only 4’11" tall and weighed about 85 pounds. Little Mel, as I later came to call her, was as cute as they come. Her rounded, lightly freckled, face was surrounded by an abundance of well kept bright red hair. Bobby had the same hair. They also shared light green eyes. Her eyes were set over a button of a nose and full lips.

As the ride came to an end, I handed Melanie my card and asked, "May I call you some time?

Her smile quickly turned to a frown. She lowered her head, and, with a hint of sadness, said, "He’s not around much, but I’m married."

"That’s too bad." I replied. "If you need anything, or change your mind, give me a call. The number’s on the card." When I offered her my hand, she reached out and gently squeezed it. Melanie then turned and led Bobby into their house.

Bobby was a polite kid. Before going into his house, he turned at his door, waved, and yelled, "Thank you."

Several weeks passed, and I had let the memory of Melanie and her boy fade from my mind. Then, late one afternoon, out of the blue, the phone rang. It was Melanie, and she sounded upset.

With a voice just above a whisper, she asked, "Can Bobby and I meet you somewhere to talk?"

Remembering the cute girl and her little boy whom I had given a ride, I quickly agreed to meet with them. "Where would you like to meet?"

"Some place private and quite, please." With a bit of hesitation, she asked, "Can we, maybe, come to your place? Please." She softly asked.

"Well, sure, I suppose that’ll be OK. Is something wrong?" I asked.

"We just need to get out of here for a while. How do I get to your house?"

I gave her the directions to my home, and told her, "It should only take you about 20 minutes to get here."

She said, "OK" and hung up.

About 30 minutes later, Melanie and Bobby pulled into my drive. As I approached them, Melanie had her back to me. She was helping Bobby out of his car seat in the back of her car.

With a broad grin, I cheerfully said, "Hi guys. How ya doing?"

As she let Bobby climb out of the car, Melanie stood, turned, and said, "Not too well."

I was shocked! Her cute face looked terrible. She had a blackened left eye, her right cheek was bruised, her lower lip was badly swollen, and her eyes were red from crying.

"What the hell happened to you? Are you alright?"

She began crying and said, "I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t be here. I hardly know you, but I had no one else I could call. My family is back east and the few friends I have here can’t help."

I put my arm around her shoulders, and told her, "Come inside, tell me what happened, and I’ll do what I can to help." I then guided her into my living room, sat her on the couch, and brought her a cup of tea. I then got her an icepack for her bruised face.

As she sipped the tea, with tears flowing down her cheeks, Melanie went into a story of abuse at the hands of her husband, Rob. Bobby sat quietly beside his mother sipping the milk I had given him.

Melanie told me, "Rob drinks too much. He used to just cuss at me, but he’d do that sober. Lately, when he’d come home drunk, he’d hit me. Until today, he just slapped my face. Then, after slapping me around, he expected me to make love to him that night. Today, when he came home, drunk as usual, he started hitting me with his fist. Bobby started crying and yelled at Rob to stop hitting me. Rob then slapped Bobby and knocked him down. That’s when I knew we had to get out. You’re the only one I know around here that Rob doesn’t know. I hid your card the day you gave it to me, and he has no idea who or where you are."

"Damn, girl! No one should take that kind of crap. You and Bobby can stay here for a while, if you like. I have an extra room you can use. Or, I can help you get a room someplace. I have a friend who owns a motel. It’s not in the best area, but it’s cheap, and it’ll be safer than your place. But first, have you two had dinner?"

"No. We left as soon as Rob fell asleep." She replied.

"Then you two relax and let me fix you something." About 20 minutes later, I served them cheeseburgers and fries.

Shortly after dinner, I turned on some TV cartoons for Bobby while Melanie and I talked about her short and long-term options. She said she knew she could never go back to Rob.

Bobby was soon fast asleep on my living room floor.

"It looks like Bobby has decided to stay here. How about you?" I asked.

"I’d like to stay here a little while, if you don’t mind." She said.

"You can stay s long as you need to." I then gathered the sheets, blankets, and pillows to make them a place to sleep in my spare bedroom. There was no bed in the room, but with several blankets and a carpeted floor under them, Bobby and Melanie soon had a fairly comfortable ‘bed’ to sleep on.

Melanie carried Bobby to their room while I moved her car to the back yard. That way, it would not be seen from the street. Melanie didn’t want Rob, or any of his friends, spotting it. After moving her car, I brought their small suitcases with me when I went inside.

Melanie and I then sat on opposite ends of the couch, sipped tea, and talked for several hours. Her tears had dried, and she was beginning to relax. However, the stress of her day had taken its toll. She was exhausted. She apologized when she started yawning. She agreed when I suggested she take a hot shower and go to bed. We’d continue our talk in the morning.

As I cleaned the kitchen, Melanie disappeared into the bathroom. A short time later, she went to her room.

When Melanie left the bathroom, I took a quick shower and went to bed as well. I didn’t sleep well. In my mind’s eye, I kept seeing the cute girl, and her son, I had given a ride to. Then that picture would be quickly replaced by one of the bruised little gal that had shown up in my drive a few hours ago.

I heard Melanie get up several times that night. I guess she couldn’t sleep very well either. The stress she was under wouldn’t let her relax.

The next day, Mel went to the police and filed an assault complaint against Rob. Then she went to the courthouse and had a temporary restraining order placed on him. When she returned from court late that afternoon, she found I had made room for her car next to mine in the garage.

I ordered a pizza and popped a cartoon movie into the VCR for Bobby. Melanie and I shared part of a bottle of wine and chatted as we ate the pizza.

Bobby must have been starving. He ate nearly half the pizza. He sure was cute with his face covered in pizza sauce. The sauce made his face a match for his red hair. Bobby giggled when I teased him about his wearing more pizza than he ate.

After Melanie gave him a bath, Bobby settled in to finish watching his movie. Like the previous night, he dozed off on the living room floor. Mel carried him to bed.

After talking for an hour, or so, Mel and I were getting tired as well. She took her shower and joined Bobby. Then I took a shower and went to bed.

Just as I was about to doze off, I heard a soft knock on my bedroom door. It slowly opened. I looked up to see Melanie standing in the doorway. She was using a long, white, T-shirt as a nightgown. It came down several inches past her hips, so she was well covered. Lucky for me, the hallway light behind her was silhouetting her oh so petite body through her nightshirt.

"Are you alright?" I asked.

"I’ve tried, but I can’t go to sleep. Would you mind holding me for just a little while?

How could I refuse such a pitiful, but enticing, young girl? Without saying a word, I flipped my bed sheet back and held out my arms to her.

Melanie softly walked across my room and climbed into bed between my arms. Facing me, she cuddled up close, and I firmly, but gently, pulled her to my chest. She put her head on my shoulder and snuggled into my neck. Her left arm was draped over my chest and her right arm folded between us.

I placed my left arm under her head and neck and held her close. With my right hand, I caressed the back of her head.

"Thank you so much. I don’t know what we’d have done if you hadn’t helped." She then kissed my neck.

"Shhhhhh. It’s OK. You’re safe here. No one will hurt you. Go to sleep now." I whispered, as I softly kissed her forehead.

Melanie still didn’t go to sleep. She quietly sobbed into my shoulder and continued to kiss my neck while she let her left hand come around and begin rubbing my chest.

I continued telling her she’d be all right and stroked the back of her head. I gently kissed her bruised eye and cheek. Slowly, Mel turned her face up toward mine. Our lips met in the most tender of kisses I have ever enjoyed. As our kiss lingered, it became more and more passionate. When I probed her lips with my tongue, she opened her mouth and sucked it in. Our tongues fought a mock duel.

I moved my hand that had been stroking her head slowly down her back. I messaged her back while moving my hand lower and lower until I had a hand full of Mel’s cute little ass. Given her petite size, my hand nearly covered her entire left cheek. A firm squeeze brought a deep sigh from Melanie.

Melanie let her left hand slide from my chest, down my belly, and tentatively wrapped her fingers around my semi-erect cock.

I then moved my hand from her ass, up under her shirt, and slowly moved it toward her chest.

Suddenly, Melanie tensed, leaned her chest into me, and said, "Please don’t! Rob says I don’t have any tits."

"That’s OK, Mel. I think you’re beautiful whether you have tits or not." I told her.

"Really? You really think I’m beautiful? Even if I don’t have tits, you think I’m beautiful?" Melanie seemed surprise a man could find her attractive, let alone beautiful.

Holding her firmly to me again, I softly told her, "Mel, you have a great little body. I don’t care if you have tits or not."

"You really think I have a good body?"

"Yes! Would you do me a favor?" I asked.

"Get up, take off your shirt and panties, and let me have a look at you."

With just a brief hesitation, Mel took her hand off my cock, and slowly got out of bed.

I turned a small bedside light on. I wanted a good look at the sweet little body that had come to my bed. I could tell Mel was nervous. So, to encourage her, quietly, I told her, "It’ll be OK, Honey. Take your time. You have all nothing to be ashamed of."

Slowly, Mel pushed her white panties off her hips and let them fall to the floor. She was more embarrassed by her extremely small breasts than she was of showing her pussy. She then took the bottom of her shirt and began pulling it up her slender body. She quickly proved the hair on her head was natural. Her pubic hair was just a little darker shade of red than the hair above. As she continued to pull her top up, she revealed smoothly rounded hips and a flat belly. Again, she briefly hesitated, before pulling her top completely over her head and throwing it into the corner of the room.

Mel then looked like a little doll standing before me, completely naked, her arms hanging to her sides. Melanie was truly a beautiful girl, and she would only get better as her bruises healed.

It was also true she had very little, if any, in the way of tits. Her breasts were of the fried egg variety. They created only a slight rise above her ribs. She did have an absolutely fantastic set of nipples, though. Her areolas were over an inch and a half in diameter, and her nipples stood out from her chest like pencil erasers. They were at least a quarter inch long.

"Turn for me, Baby." I requested.

She slowly turned completely around. Her ass was small, tight, and very nicely rounded.

"Wow! Baby, you really are beautiful. I can’t wait to suck on those nipples and squeeze that ass." I told her. "Now, get back in here."

Through the pain of her swollen lip, Mel began smiling broadly as she nearly jumped back into my bed. "You really think I’m beautiful?

Yes, Baby! I sure do. Rob is a blind idiot if he can’t see how pretty you are."

Mel scooted tightly up to me and, without the least hesitation, grabbed my cock and started slowly stroking it to a full erection. She carefully kissed my mouth as passionately as she could without hurting her lip.

I grabbed her ass, squeezed firmly, and pulled her to me. Using her ass as a handle, I pulled Mel up to where I could get my mouth on her left nipple. As short as she was, she couldn’t continue to reach my cock when I pulled her up. So, she used her hands to pull my mouth to her chest. She was moaning as she pulled me tightly to her nipple.

As I sucked harder and harder on her nipple, it grew even longer. In no time, it was nearly half an inch long and hard as a little rock. I rolled her onto her back and divided my attention between her nipples. They were soon both standing hard and proud.

Mel was rocking her head back and forth while she held my head to her chest. Softly she said, "Oh yes! Suck my tits. Suck ‘em hard."

I was more than happy to comply with her request.

While sucking one nipple, and pinching the other, I let my free hand slide down her flat belly to her pussy. I gave her pubic bush a few gentle strokes before letting my hand trail down between her slightly spread legs. With my finger, I gave her one slow, pussy-lip parting stroke that stopped with an ever so light touch to her clit.

Mel’s legs practically flew apart. "Oh God!" She gasped. A few more strokes like that, and Mel was breathing rapidly, arching her back, and lifting her ass off the bed.

As she lowered her hips, I left her nipples and kissed my way down her body. She immediately began twisting and pinching her nipples herself. I ended my journey down Mel’s body when I was laying between her widely spread legs.

In a short time, I had replaced the finger stroking her pussy with my tongue. A pussy-lip parting lick again brought her hips off the bed again. After several more licks like that, I settled my lips on her clit and began gently licking and sucking that sensitive little morsel. I slowly increased the suction, while watching Mel’s face and hands.

Mel was loudly moaning, and her head was rolling back and forth. She was pinching her nipples very hard and pulling them outward from her chest. Her pussy was dripping wet. I released her clit and inserted my tongue into her love hole as deeply as I could.

Mel released her nipples, grabbed the back of my head, and pulled my face as tightly as she could into her pussy. As she ground her pussy on my face, she said with a gasp, "Will you please fuck me now?"

"No! I’m not going to fuck you. I’m going to make love to you." I replied.

"Oh yes, Honey. Do what ever you want to me." She sounded as if she was near tears again.

Kissing my way up her little body, I found it somewhat difficult to put my cock into Mel’s pussy and still be able to kiss her lips. I’m not that tall, but she was so tiny. Sucking a nipple while my cock stayed in her pussy was impossible in the male dominant missionary position.

Wrapping my arms around her, I told her, "Come here, Baby." I then rolled us over so she was prone on top of me. I took her under her arms and lifted her to a sitting position over my hips. As I lifted her, Mel folded her legs so her knees were alongside my body. She reached between her legs and held my cock. As I lowered her, she aimed my cock into her pussy.

Mel then took control. Kneeling over me, she took my hands from her sides and placed them on her little tits. I quickly began pinching, pulling, and rolling her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers.

After making a few minor adjustments to her position, Mel sat down until she had my cock’s head in her tight pussy. "Pinch my tits, Honey." She told.

When I pinched her nipples and firmly squeezed her small breasts, Mel sat down. She had fully impaled her hungry pussy on my cock. She had one of the tightest pussies I’d ever been in.

From that point on, I was just along for the ride. She rode me hard and fast. In rapid succession, Mel repeatedly lifted her pussy up and slammed it back down hard on my cock.

In a short time, I was about ready to cum. Though I knew it was hopeless, I did my best to hold off the inevitable. I wanted Mel to get all she could from our night together. I also wanted to stay in that tight little pussy and enjoy the ride as long as I could. Damn, that little gal could fuck.

Then, just as I began to lose control, and felt the undeniable urges of my balls to let go, Mel pitched forward, to lay on my chest, and cried, "I’m cuuummmmmming!" She quickly bounced back to her sitting position, raised up, slammed her pussy down on my cock, and ground her clit onto my pelvis.

I reached down, grabbed her by her hips, and held her cunt down on my cock as tightly as I could. I told her, "Me too, Baby." I held her tightly as I lifted my hips and pumped my load of cum deep into her hungry hole.

As our orgasms subsided, Mel fell forward onto my chest again. I wrapped my arms around her and held her snugly to me. "Oh Baby, you are one hell of a fuck. You’ve about worn me out."

"Me too." Mel said breathlessly. " It’s been years since I’ve gotten off like that. I hope we can do that again real soon."

"So do I."

As Mel lay on my chest, my softening cock still in her leaking pussy, she started to doze off. I asked, "Honey, do you think you ought to go back in with Bobby? We don’t want him to wake up and wonder where Mommy is."

"It’ll be OK." Mel said. "He sleeps by himself, and he may have to get used to it. If you don’t mind, can we stay here for a while?"

"Mind? Why would I mind having a beautiful girl like you and a cute kid like Bobby staying with me? I have just one question."

"What’s that?" She asked.

"Do I need to buy a twin or double bed for the spare room?"

As a broad smile spread over Little Mel’s face, she kissed me, hugged me and snuggled close to my neck. She kissed my neck and whispered into my ear, "Just a twin, I think."

We both slept soundly through the rest of night.

The next day, accompanied by a police officer, Melanie retrieved the rest of her and Bobby’s clothes from her old home. As she returned to my place and pulled into the drive, I met her with a hug, a kiss, and said, "Welcome home, Honey."

Little Mel smiled broadly and returned the hug and kiss. As Bobby ran into the house, she whispered, "Are you up for another round tonight?"

I pulled her close, discreetly gave a nipple a little tweak, and said, "Silly girl, what do you think?"

There’s a dance floor and damned good country rock on Friday and Saturday. A couple of pool tables fill the little back room and an ancient TV that still sort of shows color hangs over the bar and takes care of the sports crowd. A little something for everyone.

There might even be what you call your gentleman’s disagreement in the parking lot now and then but nobody ever get seriously hurt. Not a knife and gun club sort a place. It ain’t the Ritz or your family place but a safe place to take a date and get loose now and then. If she’s a good old girl that is.

Long days make for more work so the crowd arrives later in the summer and not a lot was happening. I kicked back, ordered a pitcher and sat at the bar shooting the shit with George and waited for the show to start. Friday nights at the Tap are always a show of some kind.

George is the owner

After a while the beer worked it’s usual magic and I headed off to leak my lizard and at the door I came up short. There was a chick standing at the sink fussing with her hair. Not that it need it, I thought. She had flowing red hair that draws attention to her like a porch light draws bugs on a hot southern night. Her name was Violet.

Violet is what you would call cute in a slutty sort of way. Not gorgeous but cute. You wouldn’t kick her out of bed or gnaw you’re arm off getting away the next morning by any means. She’s a little young but not jail bait. George runs a clean place. He doesn’t put up with that shit.

She wears short skirts and low cut tops. She’s not afraid to show some skin on a warn humid night. Boobs could be bigger but she’s got nice legs and a great ass.

Violet’s always with some dude though. Usually one of the frat-rats that come over from the local college. The band wasn’t set up yet but I’d seen her dancing to the jukebox with some geek or other I’d never seen. Just another college looser to me.

“Uh…I gotta go.” I said.

“Sorry, the other one was in use and I had to go really bad too.“ She said.” Well…Come on in. Go ahead, I won’t look.” She went back to primping in the streaked, dirty, mirror.

I hesitated a second but nature made the decision for me. I wasn’t about to piss my pants waiting on her to get out. Not being exactly your high class establishment, the one urinal is beside the sink and there isn’t once of those privacy things between the two.

I got my streaming going good, glanced over, and noticed that Violet was indeed standing there watching me piss.

“I cheated.” she said, giggling, not the least bit embarrassed.

She didn’t look away and I’m not the kind that can stop in mid-piss so I just shook my head and continued to let fly. If she wanted a free show, what the hell. “Damn beer,” I said. “This is the only trouble with the stuff.”

I made conversation like this was the most normal thing in the world. Well what the hell else are you going to do. “So what do you think Violet,” I asked shaking off and turned to face her, dick in hand.

“I’ve seen worse. I’d say he’s got potential.” she said.

“So you know my name? You’re Greg, right?” She licked her lips. “Can I touch?”

I nodded yes to both I guess because she reached out and stroked my dick which by now was making like Pinocchio’s nose, getting longer and harder. And that’s the by-god’s truth if I ever told it.

“Umm,” she mewed. “I think I woke up the one-eyed snake.”

“Uhh…Violet, we’re not going to be alone here long somebody else’s gonna need to piss.”

“Yes…I suppose…” she pouted…then brightened. “We could go out back if you want to.”

“And?”

“And do what you’re "little man" wants. What else silly?”

She hadn’t let go and by now my ”little man”, being a very cleaver little guy, was standing in full salute to her ministrations.

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“What about your boyfriend?” I nodded toward the barroom.

“Not a boyfriend. Just a date. He’s decided he likes Rachael better though.”

Now that brought a real grin to both of us. Rachael is gay. Everyone knows that. Well almost everybody I guess. But someone else was fixing to find out.

“His loss.” Violet said.

Screwing some bar pick-up out behind The Brass Tap on a hot southern summer night isn’t exactly an original thing. The place is an institution going back to prohibition days when it was a speakeasy. You could write a couple of whose-who books on all the county gentry that’s got laid back there but it was a first for this rebel lad.

I soon found myself out behind the dumpster enclosure. Which is hallowed ground sanctified by hundreds if not thousands of other horny couples. My hand found it’s way up Violets miniskirt rubbing her sweet young pussy through polyester bikini panties while she stroked my rock hard cock with equal ardor.

The place smelled like…well…a dump but it’s amazing what the fine combination of alcohol plus sex will do for you. Violet smelled sweet, hot and young. Nothing else mattered. Her velvet tongue tasted of honey, of Budweiser and of desire as we moaned our lust into each other’s mouth. The girl was an excellent kisser and soon we were gasping, grouping and dry humping like the end of the world was coming and only our coupling stood in Satan’s very path.

We broke contact long enough for Violet to make with the bend-over, flip her little skirt up and for my pants to hit the ground. I yanked her panties down, spread her upturned cheeks and frantically sought her honey hole, the pearly gates of creation itself.

“God, oh god, hurry. Get it in I can’t wait.” I could see that she was already rubbing her love button from the front as my dick made contact and slid home.

“Ahh…” I pushed on up inside, her vagina a tight pink glove grasping my hardness. “Jesus Violet.” I said as her pussy milked my cock.

“Pound me Greg. God, just fuck the shit out of me.”

With an invite like that, what’s a young horny construction worker supposed to do. I wound up and laid the wood to her. I slammed and she humped. Nothing fancy or sophisticated, just a good old fashioned southern pipe laying.

“Hard Greg. Fuck me hard cowboy.” Not to be out done she leaned into the task and matched me stroke for stroke, hump for hump.

The girl’s passion was over the top. She was working it so hard I paused in amazement to watch her hungry ass consume my cock.

“What…Why did you stop? God don’t stopppp…”

“Just watching.” I said and slapped her pretty ass. "Go get it girl. Ride-em cowgirl.” I grinned and slapped her upturned butt again picking up the pace once more. “Gonna get you off gal. Make you cum like an earthquake. Go get’em.” Another slap punctuated my desire. If anything she just laid into it more.

My cock could feel her cunt spasm time after time as small orgasms hit her. She was getting close to the big one and I couldn’t hold out much longer either. Her pussy was driving me crazy. The girl was a fuck’en treasure.

“Ahh…” she shuddered and slammed back against me so hard she almost knocked me down. Her pussy clamped down like a vise, holding, gripping. “Ahh…Oh god yes…YES…”

Violet is a screamer. She sure enough lets the world know when she get‘s there. God love a duck, she’s a trip.

“Cumming…” I shuddered in turn as my cock unleashed a torrent of baby juice. None of this pull out and squirt in her face shit. No rubber. One hundred percent pure rebel cum flooded her vaginal canal as spasm after spasm empted my balls filling her tank to overflowing. The excess ran down her legs re-christening this little patch of southern ground.

We collapsed laughing at ourselves, at the deed we had done and at the pure unadulterated joy of being just young and alive.

“Well, wasn’t that just something.” I said. I hadn’t even bothered to pull my pants up yet. “Guess I owe you a drink or something. What’da you think?”

“Or something…Hmm.” she said. “You could take me home and play some more. That is if you wanted to?”

“What about what’s his name when he figures out he ain’t getting no-where with Rachael and comes looking for you?”

“I’d say fuck him but I wouldn’t mean it.” She took my hand. “Come on cowboy get your pants up. We‘re gonna go get us some desert.”

My old pickup tore a right big patch in the gravel parking lot spinning rubber as we tore off into the night hunting more Southern Comfort.

“Yee..Hawwww! Ya’ll cum now ya hear.

THE END…Or maybe not. Experience informs this old boy that you can’t get too much Southern Comfort.

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For the uninitiated. Southern Comfort is a brand of whisky. Powerful stuff. You may find Jesus in one bottle and the Devil in the next.

Thanks for reading this little story. The Brass Tap was a real place. Violet was real but my memory fails me as to her real name. So many years, so much shit. The story is a fictional condensation of a lot of shit that went down there when I was wild, young and free. Comments and feedback are welcome.

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“Wake up.” A gentle shake.

Still no response.

“Wake up! Wake UP!” The voice was exasperated and a violent shake accompanied the order. Finally, there was some measure of movement. The form under the covers groaned and arched its back.

“Dave Mathews! For the love of me, WAKE UP!”

Dave remained totally inexpressive and simply said something that sounded like “Mnaaaarrrrrrr…”. The other figure got decidedly furious. It kicked the covers off itself and jumped out of the (fairly) spacious bed. Dave must have been partly awake because he inferred the figure’s intentions. He clung to the covers more tightly and tried to spin them around him but the figure got the better of him.

One minute he was half conscious, the next, the covers were ripped off his body and thrown on the floor. He still wouldn’t get up and curled into a ball, trying to conserve what little heat his body could generate on this cool morning. He finally opened one eye and peered at the figure towering above him.

“Gwen …”

Gwen glowered at him from the height of her five feet six inches. Her brown silky hair was falling on her shoulders, the sun shinning through the white curtains making it look golden. Her normally jovial face was contorted with frustration. Her hands were resting delicately on her hips. Delicate. Graceful. Elegant. These words described her.

She was dressed in a tee two sizes too large for her elfin body and her pink cotton panties. Nothing else. She was the most beautiful creature Dave had ever seen. He smiled and patted the bed next to him, uncurling a bit to offer more space. Gwen managed to maintain her angry demeanour for about five seconds before breaking down and sliding next to her boyfriend.

She giggled slightly as he slid his left leg on her right hip. He reached behind her and stroked her hair. Her hazel eyes were searching the depths of his black eyes for any sign of excitement. None. He was simply holding her, like she liked it. No sex on his mind, only being with his beloved girlfriend mattered. She smiled again and kissed him lightly on the lips.

That simple contact sent shivers along her spine, making her curl a bit and pull her guy closer to her. His strong arms were pressing her against him, her nose just above his shoulder and her hands stroking his bare back. She smelled his sweaty odour, remnant of last night’s activities.

She didn’t want to leave the bed but she started to sit up and reached for her slippers. She was halfway up when Dave snagged her right hand. His face was still pushed in the pillow under him and his eyes were closed but he was smiling a small mischievous smile. He pulled her back down and covered them both with the thick woolen covers. He moved over her and kissed her deeply, sliding his hands down her svelte body until they reached her undergarments.

Gwen laughed. She wrapped her arms around his neck lightly as he continued to kiss her lips, her face, her cheeks, her neck. Her panties were now at her ankles. She slowly drew one leg out of the cloth. She could feel his hardness through his blue boxers. She closed her eyes.

“You have to work today, don’t you?” she murmured.

Dave was nuzzling her neck and had his boxers down to his knees. He slowly moved to her sweet, sweet opening. With one gentle push, he was inside her. She squealed as he answered.

“I’m going to be late.”

Someone standing outside the room would have heard the squeaks of the old bed and the laughter of two lovebirds. That someone could have interrupted the festivities, but the house was currently empty, save for those two. Dave’s parents had left to visit a relative somewhere in the city. They had the house to themselves, which explained the series of ragged moans that emanated from the closed room. And the grunting.

 

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Another day at school. Boring, boriiiiing. Dave was walking in the corridors, looking jaded. Third period was about to begin but he couldn’t care less if he missed the class. Nowadays, he was easily distracted, thanks to his budding relationship with Gwen. He’d have to change that soon. He could not allow himself to be distracted, certainly not now, before the exams. His mom was on his back day and night, telling him to make her proud, what will people think if you fail?

He shook his head. His mom was always worrying about what people would think. He entered the almost empty classroom and sat down, taking his books out of his bag. A smile suddenly broke his gloomy face. He was reminiscing the morning he had had last Saturday. Gwen was so soft and delicate, yet so fiery and wild. The smile turned into a grin. The bell sounded and students started flocking in.

He was already starting to get a hard-on. Think unsexy thoughts, think unsexy thoughts for God’s sake. I don’t want to give everyone a show. The old teacher stepped in and closed the door. Dave was able to control his libido and settle down. He was still smiling, though.

 

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The bell sounded third period. Gwen looked up from the book she was reading and saw people rushing to their respective classes. She carefully marked her page and got up. She lazily opened her locker, put the book in and took out her small bag. The Physics teacher was always five minutes late. She checked her hair in the small mirror and smiled approvingly.

Her brown mane was tickling her back slightly. She reached behind her and scratched herself. A couple of jocks passing by eyed her hungrily. Understandable. She was wearing a green skirt whose hem dangled two inches above her knees and a blue shirt. Dave had told her she looked good enough to be placed between two slices of bread. His words. Her digital watch and her black Nikes seemed a bit out of place but they were gifts from Dave, so she wore them and the consequences be damned.

She sat in her chair and fiddled with a lock of hair absently. She was smiling idly, recalling Saturday morning. Dave was so… great. She might have said fantastic, extraordinary, superhuman, a pure sex machine, but she was feeling a bit realistic. Great would do for now. Newman was droning on about who the hell knew what. She smiled in anticipation. Dave was supposed to meet her for lunch.

 

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They got out of the janitor’s closet, making sure to appear as natural as possible and failing miserably. At least, there was no one around to spot the two of them. Gwen’s hair was disheveled, strands sticking out of her silky mane. Her shirt was un-tucked and her skirt had been hastily pulled up. Dave was in no better shape. His black T-shirt was rumpled and sticking out of his jeans. His neck-length hair was a scraggly mess and he was breathing heavily. His zipper was still open and he proceeded to pull it up.

They straightened their clothes in the relative silence and smiled at each other. They had been a little quick, but what the hell? Sex is sex, you can’t be too choosy. Gwen walked towards the cafeteria and giggled. Dave swatted her on the butt and jumped out of her arm’s reach, laughing wildly. Gwen stifled a laugh and chased him down the corridor until he stopped, snagged her in his strong arms and kissed her deeply and passionately, like he had a few minutes earlier.

They walked to lunch grinning, hand in hand, like they had always done since their date. They had officially been a couple for four straight months, with no sign of any argument. People were no longer surprised to see them kiss in public at the park or on the benches or in front of their houses.

They were so enthralled in each other that they didn’t see the blonde peering from behind a row of lockers. Nor did they see her murderous stare.

 

*            *            *

 

School could not end soon enough. Dave was walking towards the double doors that signaled freedom, trying to spot his girlfriend. He was quietly waiting for her when he saw a blonde figure approach him and endeavor to catch his eye. He turned to the figure and exhaled loudly.

The girl in front of him was tantalizingly beautiful. She was tall, perhaps 5’9”, had long, straight, honey-blonde hair that hung between her shoulder blades. Her face had a childish, almost petulant, look that made her immensely pleasant to look at. Her nose was slender, like Gwen’s. Flaxen, if a little bushy, eyebrows mounted above crystal blue eyes told him she was a natural and not some K-Mart product. Her lips were presently elegantly stretched in a small smile that lit her whole face. His gaze was drawn to the rest of her body. The first thing he noticed was her chest. It was difficult not to. He figured she was a D cup or something like that. These twin mounds dwarfed the rest of the lean body, almost bizarrely so. She had legs that went up to the moon, a fact not lost on him. She was adorned with a blue miniskirt and a sleeveless red tee that left nothing to the imagination. He could see her attributes stretching the fabric tight, two nipples sticking out quite obviously.

Dave was blown for a moment by the stranger’s splendor. Aphrodite has come to visit me. And it looks like she’s got the hots for me. The girl offered her hand, which he shook lightly. She had a soft grip. He stepped back and stuffed his hands in his pockets. He was grateful he was wearing denim, for his nether regions were trying to burst his boxers. The stranger checked him out, eyes lingering on his muscled arms. She finally spoke.

“Hi.”

“Hi.”

“I know this is a bit awkward, but I’ve been looking for you.”

“For me?”

“Uh-huh,”

“Can I ask what for?”

“I’m new around school. I’ve just been transferred from Falls High. You know about the high school, don’t you?”

He did know about the school. Falls High was old and falling apart. Parents had protested and had finally been able to get the administration to move their kids to several other high schools within easy range of Falls High. Green Hills High had absorbed a sizable quantity of these students.

“Yes. What can I do for you?”

“Well, like I said, I’m new and I need some help getting around. I’m also a bit… lacking in the English department and Ms Rodriguez told me to refer to you. You’re kind of a writing guru from what I hear.”

“It figures. Rodriguez always sends me her students. The price of fame. Why do you need my help to get around school?”

She blushed slightly, making blood rush to her cheeks. It made her all the more lovely. “Every guy I’ve talked to tried to hit on me or tried to paw me. You’re the first one to hold a civil conversation. Plus, I was wondering if you could help me with your English prowess.” She suddenly looked him in the eye, an eager look on her face. “Is it true? The stories about you?”

“What stories?”

“They say you wrote a thousand page long novel in one year. That you scored the highest English marks in Green Hills High’s history.”

Dave was suddenly feeling a bit uncomfortable. He didn’t like talking about his talent. “Maybe.” He saw Gwen waiting for him on top of the stairs. Uh oh. Here comes Aphrodite’s rival. With a capital R. She was looking at the stranger dubiously. He waved at her. “You’re getting to meet my girlfriend. There she is.”

Gwen sauntered to them and slid her right arm around his left arm, almost possessively. My oh my, are we getting jealous Miss Mitchels? She looked at the girl expectantly.

“By the way, what’s your name?”

She was startled. “Oh, I forgot to mention it. Sandra Jurgens.” She offered Gwen her hand. The two girls briefly pumped their hands up and down and quickly let go, as if sensing their mutual uneasiness. “I should probably get going,” Sandra said, glancing at Gwen.

She walked away slowly, as if looking for someone then accelerated her pace. Gwen turned to him and he was surprised to see the angry, almost hurt expression on her face.

“Who the hell was that? What did she want?” she spat.

“Whoa there, tiger!” Dave said, raising his hands in a gesture of peace. “I wasn’t doing anything wrong! We were just talking! Apparently, she has some problems getting around school and Rodriguez wants me to tutor her a bit. That’s all I swear. She didn’t want to go down on me or anything like that.”

“I don’t give a damn! Look at her! She looks like a slut,” she said sullenly.

“That’s just because she’s pretty. Every beautiful girl finds other beautiful girls that talk to their boyfriends sluttish. It’s a universal rule.”

Gwen continued to glower at him, so he gently took her in his arms. He stroked her hair, a move he knew would sooth her. She didn’t respond at first, then slid her arms around him. He hugged her firmly, still stroking her hair.

“Do you really think that I would leave you for the first big-titted girl that crosses my path, even if she is very attractive?” he said softly. “I’m disappointed. I thought you had more faith in me.”

Gwen sniffled and pressed her face into his shoulder. “I was scared. I didn’t want to risk losing you. That girl looks like a slut from Playboy. I guess that’s why I overreacted.” She reached up to play with his hair. “She’s just so beautiful,” she added.

Dave took a half step back, lifting her chin up with his forefinger. Gwen’s eyes were slightly red and puffy. Damn! She had been crying. “Hey, hey. Look at me.” She averted her gaze then stared in his deep eyes. He leaned in and planted a long, deep kiss on her quivering lips. He felt her loosen up a little, pressing against him more firmly, probing his mind with that one kiss. He let her do her thing while he poured all the passion he felt for her in this embrace.

They finally parted, slightly out of breath. Gwen rearranged her hair and smoothed her clothes. “I’m sorry,” she said, whipping her eyes with the back of her hands. “I’m just being stupid. Stupid, insecure girl.”

Dave kissed her forehead and put an arm around her waist, steering her in the direction of her house. “Don’t ever say that again. You’re my girlfriend. My girl can’t be all those horrible things. She’s strong, she’s determined, she doesn’t let a blonde step on her. She’ll fight to the death for her guy. Let’s walk you home. You’ll feel better, I promise.”

They did indeed walk to her house, although it was something like twenty-five blocks away. Gwen did feel better and kissed her guardian angel one last time before stepping inside her house, no longer insecure and safe in Dave’s heart.

 

*            *            *

 

The next weeks passed in a haze. Dave had taken up tutoring Sandra (or Sandy, as she insisted he called her), much to Gwen’s displeasure at first. She had cooled down though. She no longer shot poor Miss Jurgens hostile looks whenever she talked to her hubby. They had started the foundations of a friendship and were becoming steadily closer. Gwen appeared more comfortable, less envious of her new friend’s figure. Sandy, became more confident and was outright mean to boys daring to even stare at her chest as she walked by. She was developing quite an ice-queen rep.

All was well until the exams hit home. They had two months to cram everything their teachers had been talking about in their brain. It did not strain their relationship though. They would meet regularly, talk about their problems, try to find good solutions and depart to study some more before regrouping. Of course, some people did not approve of Dave walking around with two hot chicks on his arms everywhere he went. His mom kept telling him about what the elder inhabitants of Green hills were saying.

The exam week came and they all tried their damned-fucking best to score major. This year was not uneventful. A girl almost ripped her hair off in a fit of hysterics after finding out that she had wrongly answered a question. Guys were hitting the booze so heavily after tests that the schoolyard was often littered with beer cans and drying puke. No ones nerves were spared during this awful period of the year.

By the end of the exams, their nerves were wound so tight, they thought they were going to burst. They finally agreed to meet in a bar and got drunk together to celebrate the end of it all. Sandy’s brother had to literally drag them into his car to get them home. They puked everywhere when they reached their respective lawns. Story was that Dave had fallen asleep on his porch and his mom had found him snoring while getting her morning paper.

Now, three weeks after the last test paper, they had decided to meet again for a road trip, with their parents’ blessings. Sandy’s older brother, Bert, was coming along, to provide some measure of control over the teens.

 

*            *            *

 

The trip consisted of traveling to Lake Eidenger, thirty-two miles from Green Hills. They would have peace and tranquility. Bert had brought along his girlfriend, Rita, a cute Mexican with a shiny mane of raven hair. They settled on the lake’s bank late one morning, setting up their tents and gathering wood for campfire. When they had finished, they went for a long swim in the lake’s cool water. Bert and his liberal girlfriend went skinny-dipping and disappeared for the better part of two hours. No asking what they were doing.

They all had separate tents but Gwen was rarely alone in hers. Dave would always slip inside in the middle of the night and they would cuddle until the wee hours of morning before waking up wrapped in each other’s arms. Sandy was feeling a little lonely, particularly at night when everyone else would have his or her sweetheart spooning with him or her.

Dave and Gwen decided to give her a surprise. They prepared a picnic on one of the many boats that littered the banks. The next morning when Sandy woke up, she gave a small squeal of appreciation and immediately hoped into one of the two shoddy embarkations. They took off for rest of the day, eating, fishing, talking about the exams’ aftermath, just being normal teens.

When they got back, Sandy was bombed. She had drunk a full six-pack of Bud and had barfed repeatedly in the water. When they disembarked on the bank, they found that Bert and his girl had taken a hike and would be back VERY late. Dave and Gwen, who had moderated their drinking, were still standing. Only two beers each. Sandy hit the floor in her tent and started snoring after five minutes. Dave and Gwen were left alone, all alone.

“Well, she sure is happy,” Gwen said.

“No kidding.”

“Maybe she should get a boyfriend or a pet. She sure looks lonely.”

“It’s a bit difficult. Her mom doesn’t want a pet and almost every guy who seems interested in her thinks of only one thing: her chest.”

“It’s kind of difficult not to.”

“Maybe I could find someone who isn’t interested in the bodily attributes…”

They both considered the idea for a few minutes. “Impossible. Pure platonic love just doesn’t exist,” Gwen said.

“You know you’re insulting the entire male population of the world?”

She grinned mischievously. “I am. Why? Are you gonna spank me?” There was a glint in her eye as she said that.

Dave was interested. Lately their routine was becoming… well, routine. A change of scenery was a first step; maybe she would want to do something more… exotic. Gwen leaned towards him, kissing him full on the lips. He savored the moment before she quit and got up.

She led him by the hand outside to the lake’s bank and sat down. Dave was wondering what they were doing here, one hour before sunset, when his girlfriend pulled him down and kissed him again. He felt himself melt into her, her silken hair brushing his face, her soft lips hungrily pressed on his, the promise of things to come hanging in that embrace.

He felt hand son his back rubbing his shoulders softly. He probed Gwen’s mouth with his tongue, feeling her respond aggressively. There was nothing left of the shyness and gaucherie of their first time. She was a new Gwen, completely confident in her ability to make her man salivate with anticipation.

She started to undress him. His shirt dropped to the soft earth and comfy grass while his jeans went flying dangerously close to the water’s edge. He felt nimble hands press against his strong chest. He broke the passionate kiss and started to take her clothes off. He carefully unbuttoned her white shirt and let it slide down her back. He ran a finger along her spine, making her shudder and making goose bumps rise on her delicate skin.

He could see the need on her face. Her breathing was coming in short, quick gasps. She wanted to be had right now it seemed. He smiled as he worked on her jeans. He peeled them off her skin with excruciating slowness, enjoying the way Gwen squirmed underneath him. He dropped her clothes in a bundle beside her. His dick was standing at attention, brushed by the gentle breeze that made the grass sway gently.

He made her lie back on the grass and watch the clouds. He made his way down to her love nest, all the while kissing her body. He probed her pussy with two fingers, slowly working them inside her. His tongue danced across her lips, tasting her sweet secretions. Gwen bucked her hips a little then pulled his head up.

Dave looked at her with a puzzled expression. She was smiling a little. He felt her wrap her fingers around his hard member and slowly stroke it. She quickened her motion and drew a moan from him. She stopped altogether and gave a gentle tug on the member. He brought his waist up to her mouth and waited for the delicious sensations to stroke his every nerve endings.

Instead, he heard her grunt a little. He looked down to see that her pussy was now in front of his face and her head was between his legs. He smiled. They had never tried the sixty-nine position before. He lay on her, careful not to hurt her with his body and felt her lips close around him. He moaned before catching a hint of the scent emanating from her legs.

He lowered his head and began to lick her all over. She squirmed a little then resumed her treatment. She was going slow, making him last as long as was humanly possible. He dipped his tongue between her lips and parted them gently with his forefingers. He gently and slowly passed his tongue over the inside of the lips.

The feeling between his legs was distracting him, as he was undoubtedly distracting her. She would often stop and he would feel her moan around his meat, which, frankly, was wonderful. He pushed his fingers deeper while keeping his tongue to the shallow levels. Gwen accelerated and he felt her tongue slid over his slit, sending jolts to his brain. He could feel his resistance erode.

He tried to hold himself like he had learned to and succeeded in bringing her to an orgasm just before she made him come in her beautiful mouth. The feeling was glorious. It felt like a suction pump was pulling his insides through his dick. He tried concentrating on Gwen’s flood, but his own eruption was clearly distracting him. As a result, Gwen’s face ended up covered with sperm while her juices were running down Dave’s chin.

He took his time and cleaned his girlfriend, careful to arouse her just enough to keep her in the mood. She did the same thing to him. When they were finished, they lay side by side on the grass. He stroked her breasts slowly, letting his fingers circle her nipples and occasionally touch and pinch them. Gwen got up and straddled him. He grunted when her body slid down his member and landed on his pelvis.

Gwen started to move up and down and leaned in to kiss him. He felt her tongue slowly lick his lips and probe his mouth and she accelerated her rhythm. She started to get worked up then suddenly stopped. She reached for her jeans and extracted a slender vibrator from her back pocket. Dave wondered how he could have missed it. He looked up to see Gwen’s mischievous smile. She leaned on him until her breasts were resting gently on his chest and slowly put the sex toy inside her, past his dick. She turned it on and sighed contentedly as the air filled with a buzzing sound.

Dave could scarcely believe it. The thing was sending spiked bolts of pleasure to his nerve endings. He felt Gwen resume her motion and put a hand to her pussy to keep the vibrator in place. She pinched her nipples gently, making them more erect than they already were.

This was great. He lay there as the sun started its slow descend towards the lake’s horizon. The sky was tinged a light orange, which gradually grew into a full-blown sunset as they continued to moan and writhe on the grass. As eternities passed, Gwen slowed and accelerated, always varying her pace, trying to squeeze him dry. If Dave hadn’t practiced so much, he would have let the floodgate be broken a long time ago.

He finally could not take it any more. He pulled her close to him, grinding his hips into her crotch. She was burning hot inside and he felt his seed empty in her bowels as she too came from the vibrator stuck in her. The toy was pushing his limits, making his dickhead shake like a leaf in a Texas storm.

He panted as Gwen reached behind her and extracted the thing from her insides. She smiled tiredly. This was a bit odd. She always seemed so energised after a session of lovemaking. She rolled off him and lay stroking his nipples slowly as she admired he dying light as the sun disappeared behind the ocean. Dave was still feeling a tingle in his shrinking dick, thanks to her care. It suddenly dawned on him that he hadn’t been wearing a rubber.

He turned to Gwen, an almost horrified expression on his face. She was still smiling. “I know, you forgot the rubber. It’s no big, I’m on the pill.”

“Since when?” The shock in his voice was evident.

“I’m eighteen now, dear, remember? I just asked my doctor some.” She shrugged. “I forgot to tell you.” She then smiled mischievously. “You won’t be needing those condoms under your bed anymore. I heard it’s better that way.”

“Yeah, right. And when you become pregnant, who will be blamed? Me.”

“Aaaaww… you’re being a spoilsport. Don’t tell me the sex wasn’t great.”

“It was. Great. Incredible. Heavenly.”

“The best sex you ever had?”

He scrunched his face, looking like he was trying to remember something. “No, maybe not.”

She hit him on the stomach, straddling his chest. “Liar! It was the best and you know it!” She kissed his lips ad played with his tongue for a moment, her right hand pressing against his left breast and her left hand stroking his growing member.

He sighed with pleasure. She was insatiable. Not that he complained. Whenever they had sex, she would do him things he didn’t know were possible and he would make her feel so good, just the memory of it was enough to make her soaking wet, or so she said. It might have been exaggeration but it was partly truth.

He was getting hard again, pumped to life by the hand moving slowly along his shaft. His tongue was racing in her mouth. She smiled and kissed the tip of his nose. His dick was pressing between her cheeks. She continued stroking it deliberately slowly to tease him. He closed his eyes for a second as she dug a bottle out of her jeans’ back pocket.

“Jesus, how much stuff do you have packed in that thing?”

She grinned. “Shut up, mister. On your knees.”

He readily complied. She popped the bottle open and squirted a large helping of what looked like jelly to his inexperienced eyes. She slowly applied it along his hard shaft, and even on his balls. Dave was curious. Was she thinking what he was thinking?

It seemed so. Gwen presented him her beautiful ass and pressed the mouth of the bottle into her asshole. He heard her grunt as cold jelly filled her ass. He was excited anew. They had often talked about anal sex but had rarely gone beyond some finger fucking – or finger-squeezed-into-dust-by-the-incredible-tightness-of-her. They had always stopped because she said it hurt real bad.

And now this. There was almost a bottle of jelly in her hole and the rest was on his dick. Gwen wriggled her ass a little. She turned to him, a smirk on her face.

“Go on, you know you want to.” She wriggled her bum once more to emphasise.

Dave was unsure how to begin. He probed her ass with a finger, trying to squeeze past the sphincter. It slid in but not without some effort. He slowly moved it in and out until it could move fairly quickly. He carefully inserted a second finger and heard Gwen utter a low cry. Careful. He let her get used to the invader before moving again. He glanced at his watch and saw that he had been doing this for nearly fifteen minutes.

He finally put in a third finger. His hand was starting to get sore. He moved even more slowly, careful not to hurt her until he heard her moan from his treatment. That was his signal. He positioned his cock at the entrance of the hole, sizing it up. Gwen was on all fours, offering herself doggy style. He pushed the head in. She inhaled sharply and exhaled shakily.

He pushed in one inch of meat. Then two. And three. Each time, he waited for her to adjust to his size. The pressure was incredible. It was squeezing his dick with each heartbeat. He finally pushed all of his six inches inside and let out a shaky breath. Her muscles were working him real good. He put his hands on her hips and slowly started to thrust.

Gwen couldn’t believe the feeling. It was like a huge turd was moving up her hole instead of down. It was both painful and pleasant. She had been prepared, having taken an enema before coming over. She had researched a little on the net and had come up with a way that was enjoyable to do it. Dave was ever so gentle as he penetrated her. He thrust one time, making her grunt. She felt the thing slid out before going in again. He repeated this little maneuver until her ass was less tight.

Dave was now pushing it in fairly quickly. Gwen was grunting with each thrust he made. Seeing her head bent, hair hiding her face and on all fours excited him like never before. It felt like he was dominating her, she was his bitch to do what he liked. He pushed harder. This time she cried out. He ignored her and pushed again. Her ass started responding by grinding back into him.

They continued this part pain, part pleasure movement until Dave felt that Gwen was ready for some fast action. He pulled himself almost out, leaving only the head inside and put his hands on her hips. Gwen must have guessed his intentions as she became still.

He took one deep breathe before pumping the ass beneath him. This time he pushed in like a maniac. At fist, Gwen cried and writhed but he wouldn’t let her get away. He continued his assault until her cries became moans and she pressed back against him. The pressure her ass was making made it difficult to control himself but he managed. He grabbed a fistful of her brown hair with his right hand and pulled her head up.

Gwen felt her hair being pulled. Her head snapped up, a small cry escaping her lips. Dave was really getting into it. He was playing it rough unlike the other times. She rather liked this change. She felt a new buzz in her legs as Dave hand fell on her butt cheeks in a loud smack. He angled his hands in such a way that it caused more noise than pain. She moaned as he hit her again. This was great!

She bucked her hips violently against his thrusting pelvis as she tried to get more of him inside her. She felt her hair being pulled again. She cried and pushed harder. Dave’s hand landed on her bum once more as he plunged inside her relentlessly. She almost passed out when her orgasm hit home. She moaned as her hot nectar erupted from inside her and gushed all over her legs.

Dave felt so good. He didn’t know why he had started slapping her ass but it made him feel in control and seemed to make Gwen wilder. He had continued and felt the familiar stir in his loins. He tried to hold on as much as he could but Gwen’s ass was simply too tight to resist. It felt like the first time all over again. The tightness, the pleasure, this sensation.

Her felt a hot liquid slide down his legs. Gwen must have come. He could now let himself go. It was becoming something of a policy each time they had sex. He would endeavor to cum only after Gwen was satisfied. He thrust harder and pulled her hair more and finally erupted inside her with a loud grunt. He felt his cum pour out into her asshole as he let go of her hair and slumped back on his back.

They were both panting wildly. Gwen turned to him and kissed him. She lay in his arms as they caught their breath. Dave looked down at his dick, expecting it to be covered with shit but he only saw his fluids and the jelly. He looked questioningly at his lover.

She smiled and passed a finger on his lips. “I had an enema. I didn’t want it to be messy. I hope you liked.”

“I adored. It was great. We should have tried it sooner.”

She said nothing and snuggled closer to him. The darkness was all around them. He could hear the soft buzz of the insects as they rested on the lake’s shore.

 

End Part 3

His wife the patriot

 

 Chapter 3 of 5                                 9/06/05

 

Once home Ruth feels so alone that she can not sleep.  She writes a letter to Jack and ends up masturbating herself to sleep.

The next morning Ruth gets up early and goes for a run in the park trying to work some of the tension out of her daily plan.  Back at her door, the neighbor tells her how nice she looks in her little shorts and Ruth turns to stare daggers at him, telling him, “Keep it in your pants.  You’re not getting any!”  With that little exchange behind her Ruth readies for a bath and looks herself over carefully in the mirror.  With her brunette hair down, she lifts her leg up and onto the sink to see her own pussy.  Still slightly sore from a rough black fist the day before, Ruth rubs it softly. 

Sitting in the tub, Ruth shaves herself smooth, even though she does not need it and begins to think about the day ahead.  The phone rings and Ruth answers it still in the tub.  It’s Jack!  Thrilled, she tries to squeeze everything into the 5 minutes allotted but really only gets to tell him about David getting released today.  He lets her know that he has gotten a few letters and is extremely proud of her.  The call ends abruptly and she does not even get to say goodbye.

In light of his call Ruth decides to wear his favorite dress today.  Admiring herself in the mirror she pinches her nipples to get them to show, causing her to giggle.

At the VA, Roger, the orderly is not in yet and Ruth decides to check in on her new project.  Walking right up to his bed, Ruth extends her hand and quietly says, “Hi, my names Ruth.”  He looks to her and snaps “Are you trying to be funny?”  Bewildered, Ruth replies, “No, just friendly.”  He then continues, “I’m not feeling very friendly right now.  I couldn’t shake your hand no matter how bad I want to.  Some of my body is paralyzed.”  Ruth lays her hand on his and says smiling, “Then I will just shake yours.  I stopped by because it looked like you could really use a friend.”

This was the start of their friendship and Tommy opened up to tell her that he was partially paralyzed.  His limbs were dead but tingly and the doctors did not know what to do.  Ruth listened carefully and paid close attention to Tommy.  An orderly brought her a chair and she sat facing him so that he could see her.  She noticed right away that his neck worked just fine as he spotted the short dress when she sat down.  Even with her legs crossed, there was so much leg that it was hard for him not to stare.  At one point he became flustered and said, “I’m sorry I keep staring but you are just so beautiful and that dress is just right.”

Ruth smiles to him and slowly uncrosses her legs before standing up.  Walking to him she lays her hand on his chest and says, “Don’t be sorry.  All you did was show me that you are a horney young man.”  She laughs and this causes him to laugh also.  She then continues, “I came to cheer you up.  Would you like me to come back later and visit again?”  He brightly says, “Yes, please, anytime.”  They laugh as she leaves the room.

David is restless waiting to be released as Ruth tries to calm him.  Ruth dresses him and the nurse helps her to sit him up.  Once in the wheel chair they were off to the exit when David says, “I want to say goodbye to Bobby first.”  They turn in to the ward with the one arm black man and Ruth is surprised when the orderly pushes him right up to his bed.

Stunned by this Ruth misses the first of their conversation and only catches the end when David says, “My life just keeps getting better.”  As they turn to leave Bobby speaks out, “I hope you’ll come back and see me again, Ruth.”

Ruth is blushing hard as they walk down the hall towards David’s recovery. 

At home David’s arms are both still cast and useless causing Ruth to do everything for him and she doesn’t mind at all.  David is in her bed for comfort and she decides to sleep elsewhere.  He had only been in bed for about an hour before he decided to put a move on Ruth.

While she was sitting his drink down he looked to her and asks, “Will you please undress me.  I’m just not comfortable with all these clothes on.”  She helps him sit up and put his feet on the floor.  Then she proceeds to remove his pants.  Once they were off she just kept going and removed his underwear also.  Sitting on the bed side with this beauty on her knees in front of him his hard cock stood straight out pointing at her.

Still in her dress, Ruth looked up to him smiling and said, “Is there anything else I can do for you?”  Ruth made sure to lay him back onto the pillows safely before giving him the blow job of his life.  When she was finished he had fallen completely asleep.

While David was asleep Ruth used this time to make the surroundings a little easier for David to use.  He awoke several hours later to see her getting dressed.  Lying there quietly he watched as she rubbed lotion on and tried on clothes in the mirror.  “Damn, you sure are something.”  He said with a grin.  Ruth did not look to him but just replied, “Be good.  I am going back to the VA for a little bit.  Roger called and said the young paralyzed man is going into surgery and they wanted me to see him first.”  Ruth turns to David who is staring and asks, “Is this skirt short enough.  He seemed really taken with my legs.”  David almost chokes as he replies, “I can see your entire legs but unless you put a top on he will be staring at your tits.”  Ruth covers her boobs while smiling and turns back to the mirror.

At the VA, Roger meets her in the hall and explains that Tommy is going into surgery to have the bullet removed and that he will be there for about 8 hours.  Roger follows Ruth into Tommy’s room and even while groggy he smiles to her saying, “I’m glad you could make it.”  Ruth puts a finger on his lips to hush him and leans down to say, “I wore this skirt for you because I know you like my legs.  When you wake up from surgery I expect you to look at my legs, OK?”  He shakes his head yes and she continues, “I want to see you staring at my legs and horney by tomorrow.  That’s an order soldier.”  Ruth smiles to him and kisses his forehead as he barely whispers, “I like the rest too.”

His eyes are shut and Ruth gets teary eyed knowing he is off for the fight of his life.  The orderlies take Tommy away and Ruth talks to Roger in the hallway while trying to calm her tears.  Hugging Roger, Ruth says, “I hope I have given him plenty to look forward to.”  Roger puts his big arms around her and calmly replies, “You can bet that he has never wanted anything this bad.”  His big black hands slide down to her ass and he lets go nicely.

After visiting several soldiers, Ruth travels home to find David, naked with an erection, lying on top of the covers watching TV.  She smiles to him and he says, “Hi, I was just thinking about you and it really sucks not being able to touch myself.”  Ruth laughs at him and undresses in front of the TV saying, “You need to lay still and be good if you’re going to heal.”

Naked she crawls onto the bed and lays by his side with her head on his stomach and slowly jacks him off.  When he is spent she looks to him, cum runs down her face as she tells him, “You lay here and be good while I get you something to eat.”  Ruth licks a few globs of cum off of him and sucks the end of his cock clean before walking out of the room.

Ruth feeds him dinner and is very playful, making a mess of him.  When he asks, “Aren’t you going to eat?”  She giggles and responds touching her stomach, “You just fed me dinner, in fact I have been getting a lot of protein lately.  I think I still have some in my hair.”  They both laugh as she cleans up. 

After a nice shower Ruth dresses in a short loose yellow skirt with a mostly shear blouse and revels in compliments from David before heading back to the VA.  This time of night the hospital is mostly dead but she is somewhat surprised that Roger is waiting for her in the parking garage.

He walks up to her car and looks down at her lap while opening her door.  “Are you just standing out here hoping I would show up?”  Ruth says while looking up at him and turning putting her feet on the ground.  With out looking down Ruth knows that he should be able to see everything and smiles brightly at him.  Roger glances down to her pussy then back to her tits and up to her eyes saying, “I called your house and David said you were on your way and dressed to kill.  It was pretty funny, he pressed the speaker button with his nose to answer.” 

Slowly Ruth got out of the car and gave Roger a hug, asking about Tommy.  Roger had not heard anything at all but said he would let her know.  Opening the door into the stairwell, Roger let her go in first, insuring that he would be behind her going up the stairs.  After a few stairs Ruth turned to Roger and asks, “I have to ask.  Why is such a big man working as an orderly and not a football player?”

Six stairs behind her, with a perfect view Roger looks up from her pussy to answer, “I just really like helping these guys.  I just feel like it’s my calling.”  Smiling Ruth continues up the stairs quietly until she reaches the door to the proper floor.  Turning to Roger who is opening the door for her she says nicely, “I think what you’re doing is wonderful and patriotic.”  Blushing he says, “Same to you.”

After visiting several soldiers, Ruth uses the bathroom to brush her teeth before continuing and smiles to Roger in the hall.  Even sitting, Roger is a big man she thinks to herself.  Walking to his station, she sees that he is alone and just watching her.  She walks around behind him and rubs his massive shoulders and says, “You seem tense.”  He moans and replies, “That feels good.”  Playfully Ruth tells him while still rubbing, “Anytime you feel tense and need my help you just let me know.”

Standing behind him, she feels small as she continues her massage quietly.  Roger lets this go for a while until another orderly walks in and jokingly ask if he could get in line for a massage.  Ruth smiles at the men and slowly runs her hand across Rogers back as she walks to another ward. 

The young man with no legs is still awake and Ruth sits on his bedside and listens to him as he tells her about when he played football in high school.  It is obvious to her that this depresses him and she moves closer allowing him to see her breasts in the low light and says, “Your life will go on.  You are a very smart and gifted young man.  I still remember the night you touched me and gave me several orgasms.  I also remember you filling my mouth with cum.”  The young man sits there grinning now as she continues, “Until a woman snatches you up, you can call me anytime and I’ll gladly spend time with you.”

Rhonda is holding the young mans hand and lets go to kiss his cheek.  His hand finds her bare bottom as she brushes a nipple across his face causing him to lick it.  Lustfully he whispers, “I want to fuck you.”  Ruth mashes her nipple into his mouth letting him suck through her blouse while she whispers back, “I just want to make sure that fucking won’t hurt you in anyway.  When I know for sure, look out!”  Ruth opens her blouse and lets him play with her tits for as long as he wants before kissing her way down and relaxing him to sleep.

Outside the door, Roger waits to escort her to her car.  Stopping at the desk he picks up his keys and she sees one of her pictures in the open drawer.  Ruth touches his back and ask, “Why did you laminate my picture?”  Ruth opens the drawer and removes the picture and an envelope with the others and says, “Is it so that they do not get sticky or stained?”  Laughing openly Ruth looks at the laminated picture to see it is of her on her back with her knees pulled open.

Roger walks away from the desk smiling and says, “Yea, that’s my favorite.”  Sitting down in his chair, Ruth looks at the other pictures causing Roger to return slowly.  Holding the pictures up, she leans back in the chair spreading her legs for Roger.  After looking at the pictures for a while, she lowers the pictures smiling to find Roger and 2 other orderlies standing there quietly.  She stands quickly, putting her pictures down and grabs Rogers hand to lead her out.

At the car Ruth hugs Roger saying, “If looking at my pictures gets too messy, call me.”  She sits down into the car letting her skirt flip up and looks up to this monster black man saying, “You do know that I am flirting with you?”  Smiling brightly she continues, “If you want, call and tell me what would be your favorite picture and I will make one just for you.”  Speechless, Roger stares at her and has to shift himself slightly.  Ruth closes her door and rolls the window down still smiling at Roger and says, “Think about it and call me.”

Ruth reaches out, she lightly touches the bulge in his pants before she pulls away.

The next morning, Ruth takes off for her morning run and returns to find David awake and walking around.  He looks strange with both arms cast and she watches as he uses his face to do simple things. 

Ruth strips naked, causing David to become erect and he watches as she showers.  When she finishes she runs him a bath and helps him to sit down.  While she washes him, he asks her about the other soldiers and she tells him about everybody.

The phone rings and Roger is calling to say that Tommy is out of danger and will be awake later in the day.  Ruth is surprised when he then says, “A baseball bat.  I want to see you taking a bat.”  Laughing she replies, “OK, I’ll see what I can do.”

Finishing David’s bath, Ruth begins to towel him dry while telling him about the phone call.  David’s cock is standing straight out, pointing at her as she talks.  Slowing she dries his crotch and is holding his cock when she leads him gently to the bedroom.  He is surprised when she does not get on the bed but instead gets the camera and tripod.  David is naked and watching as she sets it up and leaves the room.  He hears her in the bathroom and she returns wiping a wooden baseball bat.  Dumbfounded, David watches as she turns the camera on and begins to explain the photo shoot. 

Ruth lays on the bed on her back and begins to massage herself, pouring generous amounts of baby oil onto her crotch.  The camera clicks every 30 seconds as the beautiful older woman looks into the lens.  When she is ready the bat finds her wet pussy and begins to push inside.  Slowly and in long strokes the big end of the bat keeps going deeper until she screams in pleasure.  With both hands now she begins to fuck herself crudely with the bat until screaming in orgasm.  Now laying on her back for the camera, the bat is shoved in as far as it will go as she holds it with both hands for several pictures.

Poor David still stands there silent as the bat is slowly removed and Ruth flips over on her stomach and slides to the end of the bed with her hand between her legs.  David moves in slowly and carefully fucks her still gaping pussy until he finishes quickly.

While David rest, the photos are printed and Ruth selects a few to laminate.  Copies are made of all and they are sent to Jack with today’s letter. 

That evening Ruth answers a call from Roger telling her that Tommy was awake and asking for her.  Ruth chooses a short dress with a loose open front and heads to the VA to see Tommy.  Roger is pleased to see her when she walks into the hall and says, “Wow, you look great.”  Ruth turns for him and says, “I knew you would like this, but I hope Tommy will.”

Ruth pinches her nipples and then touches Roger as she walks past and into Tommy’s ward.  Tommy is awake and turns his head to see Ruth, looking her up and down slowly.  She walks up to him and places her hand on him causing him to smile.  Leaning close Ruth whispers, “I wore this just for you.  I hope you like it.”  She backs up and turns slowly for him with her stiff nipples poking outward.

Speaking softly he says, “You look great and I’m happy to see you.”  Ruth puts her hands on her hips with her legs parted, showing off those long legs before sitting on his bedside.  She listens to him as he talks to her and glances at her chest.  As his reason to live, she paid close and careful attention knowing that this young hero has earned at least this much respect and honor.

Dedicated to a drop dead gorgeous woman whom which I can only dream of having as my own.

The Story Man

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She took a firm grip to Pinocchio’s head and, with one thrust, forced herself down onto his hard, wooden nose. A whimper of satisfaction escaped her lips has she drove the long and rigid object in and out of her body- Places inside her that were never meant to be touched were felt. All that the wooden boy could see was a glorious view of a princess’s opening, moving towards and away from his face repeatedly. Pinocchio thought that he could help out and, with one of his little wooden hands, began to rub Snow White in intimate places while she rode him.

 

Snow White felt herself getting wet as the wooden shaft of a nose slid in and out of her- only Pinocchio himself could see what was happening. Thick trails of white innocence crawled down his nose onto his face, occasional drips falling into his mouth. Snow rode the object on his face, sure to pleasure herself well before she had to go, with every thrust downwards, a high moan poured out of her delicate mouth. Her  rosebud lips quivered with complete  satisfaction and one last thrust made her force a scream that echoed around the fairytale walls.

 

What seemed like a river, to Pinocchio, trailed down his nose onto his face and Snow pulled him out of her slowly, revealing a view that would please any wooden man, let alone boy. She sat slightly back on his face so that he could lick whatever work his nose had done for him. Still using his hand, he began to pleasure Snow White, and didn’t have to move anything but his tongue and fingers to bring her again.

 

As he drove his fingers in and out of Snow White, a rush of white water escaped her for a second time, choking Pinocchio on its syrup-like texture. The wooden boy licked and swallowed all that he could find- every last drop.

 

With her legs still wide open, Snow lent over and started to suck what she’d earlier worked upon. Rolling her tongue over the long, hard wood of Pinocchio’s nose, she tasted her own juices. As she finished sucking, the pair heard a noise. Snow, gathered her skirts and quickly got off of Pinocchio, breaking off his nose as she did so.

 

Two security guards cautiously peeped around the corner, not wanting to catch any tourists having a little too much fun. After hearing the shrieks of Snow White, they’d expected more than what they saw; Pinocchio laying on the ground, his clothes a little bit torn, and a ragged stump where his nose should’ve been. The guards looked at the wooden model, perplexed.

 

Snow disappeared around the corner, unnoticed, taking the wooden boy’s nose with her. A smile full of delight spread across her face. Now she had a new toy.

Soon her panties were on the floor along with the T-shirt. I dropped my lounge pants and kicked out of them. She turned throwing her arms around my neck, while I gently continued to stroke my cock between her thighs. God, you get me soooo hot she moaned. I laughingly asked: " whats for breakfast?" " Me, you big dummie, she laughed". With that I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. I placed her on the bed and stood at the foot admireing the view. Sharon was on her back and while gently massageing and pulling her nipples opened her legs. Her pussy lips parted showing me the delicate glistening coral pink promise of her aroused cunt. then she slowly rolled over on her stomach and gently arched her back while slowly rotateing her hips and parting her cunt with her fingers giveing me another good view.

Man what a smorgas board of sex, I thought.