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She called!  She called!  Kelly called! 

She must have been watching for me to drive into the court, as she has done for so many years, because the phone rang barely five minutes after I arrived.

“Hello,” I answered.

“Jeff?”  I didn’t recognize her voice at first.

“Yes, this is Jeff.  Who is calling?”

“Jeff?” she said again, as if she didn’t hear me.  Then I knew.

“Kelly?  Is that you?”

“Jeff, I’ve thought about it a lot, and I’ve decided.”  There was a long pause.  I didn’t speak, determined not to push her in any way.  “I want to go through with it.”

I didn’t ask what.  Silly word games were out of place here.  “Kelly, are you sure?  This is a big step for a woman, and you can only do it once.”

“I know, Jeff, and I’m ready.  It’s going to happen sometime, and I want it to be you.  I really do.”

“Are you sure it shouldn’t be someone your own age?”  Silence again.
    
“I’m sure.  I want it to be someone who will make love with me and help me enjoy it, not some guy in my class who’ll just want to get it over with and brag about it to his friends.”

Well, there was more of this.  I guess I already felt guilty and wanted to assure myself that this really was her decision.  Her parents were going to be out of town all weekend, and her brother would be at a basketball game in a neighboring town most of Saturday.  We set a time for her to come over.  OK, we made a date on Saturday.  Is that more accurate? 
 
After she hung up the guilt pangs really hit.  How can I be so happy?  What kind of man am I?  She‘s a child, a sixteen-year-old girl, and what I am contemplating is illegal.  It could land me in jail for a long time.  And is this a good thing for her?  Well, she is a very level-headed girl, and she has had a long time to think about it.  It’s what she wants.  Would I want it to happen in a back seat, for her perhaps to become pregnant?

Total gibberish.  When it came right down to it, I had made my decision, too, and the decision was that if that sweet and lovely teenager wanted to offer me her virginity I was going to try my best to make it one of the happiest and most memorable events of her life.  I’m not a total monster.  I bought a package of the best quality condoms and felt very strange doing it, almost as if the clerk who rang up the sale could tell that I was buying them to ravish a lovely teenager.  Guilt is a powerful emotion. 

When my doorbell rang on Saturday, I was nervous.  Nervous!  Nervous because a beautiful teenage girl had come to offer me the opportunity to take her virginity and to teach her the joys of sexual love.  It almost sounds decent when I say it that way.  When I opened the door I just stood and looked at her.  She looked so… so virginal .  She was dressed in summer clothes as she was last time:  summer blouse, no bra, short shorts, and sandals.  But she looked so innocent! 

I did eventually manage to invite her in, and we were both a little shy at first.  I mean, you don’t just tell a girl like that, “OK, I’m ready, let’s go fuck.”  I didn’t.  I took her into my arms, looked into her eyes, and kissed her.  It took a moment, then I heard a sigh and she melted into my body and returned the kiss with far more passion than I had offered it.  It was wonderful.  “Kelly,” I asked, “are you sure?” 

“Jeff, I am sure.  Are you ready?”

I didn’t answer, but put my arm around her waist and guided her up the stairs to the bedroom.  I kissed her again, then looked into her eyes and told her, “Kelly, I want something understood.  If at any time, any time at all , you change your mind and don’t want to continue, just say ‘Stop.’  Say that word, just that way.  As soon as I hear it I will cease whatever I am doing and wait for your instructions.  You are in control.  OK?” 

Suddenly she seemed much older than her 16 years.  “Yes, Jeff, I understand.  But I won’t say it.  I want this every bit as much as you do,” and she glanced down at the tent in my shorts.

I kissed her again as I opened the buttons of her blouse, then sat down on the end of the bed in front of her and began to undress her slowly, as I did last time, kissing and caressing and worshipping each part of her body as it was revealed.  I wanted her at fever pitch for what was going to happen.  I heard her breath catch over and over as her excitement increased.  The hollow of her throat, her ear lobes, her shoulders, the inside of her elbow.  A sensitive place, that, and as I kissed and licked it her eyes closed and she shuddered.  I kissed around each lovely breast, stroking and admiring it, and spent a little time in the hollow between them.  She was becoming quite aroused, breathing quickly, and tried to move her nipples to my lips.  I resisted for a while, licking and kissing very slowly everywhere else, then succumbed, licking each nipple to erection, sucking, nipping a bit, pinching and twisting its partner.  I noticed her begin to squirm.  I spent a long time with her nipples as I caressed the rest of her body.

As the blouse came off I traced that lovely curve that women have, where the waist flares to the hips.  Hers was exquisite, and I kissed all around it and across to her stomach and navel, leaving moist little snail-trails.  I turned her around gently and kissed all over her back, sending shivers and goose-bumps all over her, while I reached around and fondled her breasts.  Working my way down to the luscious globes of her ass, I used my hands freely to pet and titillate every part of her body.  I knew that she was very, very hot now, thoroughly ready for me to “do it”, but she stood patiently and drank in the sensations that I was creating in her body.

Now I lay her across the end of the bed and treated her legs the same, kissing and fondling and stroking.  By this point she was bouncing so hard that I was afraid she would kick me, but I slowly worked my way to the top of her legs, to the goal that we both wanted me to achieve, and still I teased.  Kissing and licking all around the tops of her thighs, I carefully avoided that goal, instead slowly kissing my way beside and around it.  She was now moving frantically and trying desperately to force my lips to her pussy, and finally I allowed her to do it.  I was breathing very heavily now, too, and my cock was painfully hard.   

As my lips and tongue touched her pussy she began to buck wildly against them and emitted a long sigh.  I hardly had to move, but licked up and down and across the lips, pushing my tongue into her sweet vagina, enjoying the juices of this lovely virgin.  Still I avoided her clit, moving my tongue high and low, flicking her pussy lips, touching her asshole, kissing gently, tasting and stimulating her, pushing my tongue into her vagina.  I was in heaven.  The finest wine never taster better.  Her hymen covered only about half of the opening, and I hoped that it would tear easily when the time came.  Finally I moved to her clit.  The instant I touched it she raised high, with a huge gasping breath, and rubbed back and forth against my tongue.  I knew she was cumming and allowed her to enjoy it her way.

As the orgasm subsided I tore off my clothes (yes, I hadn’t even undressed yet) and lay beside her.  “Kelly?” I whispered.  “Are you ready?”  She was still gasping, but nodded her head.  “I want you to sit across me, sweetheart.  I’m going to let you control this.”  I quickly reached for the condom and slipped it on.

She did as I asked, positioning my cock carefully and moving down slowly.  At first her hymen stretched, but then her movement stopped.  “This is where it will hurt a bit, honey.  Do you want to go on?”  Please, please God, don’t let her stop now. 

She was very still for a long moment, as if in deep thought, then she dropped like a rock and emitted a shrill scream that must have been heard a block away.  “Yiiii!”  Then, “Ogodogodogod, Jeff, it hurts a lot.”  She held very still for a minute or more, panting and composing herself.  I could feel her body quivering.   

As her body finally began to relax I pulled her down over me, kissed her deeply, and started to move inside her, gently caressing every part of her body that I could reach.  Her vagina adjusted and she began to feel the pleasure that I had hoped, moving against me and returning my kiss with the enthusiasm that I had come to expect from her.  Soon she was moving hard against me, pushing my cock as deeply into her as possible.  I began to push back, forcing our pubic bones together and stimulating her clit. 

“Ogod, Jeff, don’t stop, please don’t stop.  It feels so wonderful.  Ogod, I didn’t know.  I didn’t know how great it would feel.  That’s it, push.  Make me cum again, Jeff, please.  I know I can.”  Well, there was more of this, with plenty of her wonderfully passionate kisses mixed in.  She was devouring my tongue and I … well, I never knew a girl could taste that good.  I was becoming somewhat delirious myself, very much wanting to cum and even more wanting to give her a first vaginal orgasm. 
 
Her breathing became very fast and shallow (as did mine, for that matter), and suddenly she began to move very quickly against me, six, seven, a dozen, two dozen times; I don’t know.  And just as suddenly she pushed hard against me once more and held it, and I felt her vagina contract and pulsate sharply in a powerful orgasm.  She held her breath, savoring that exquisite feeling, then slumped against me.  I was not far behind, and in a few more strokes I began an equally strong orgasm, deep and powerful and satisfying, spurt after spurt, more than I thought possible at my age.  Heaven could be no better.

And it was over.  It had to end sometime.  We lay there a long time, with her on top of me, still kissing, though the kisses became steadily less passionate and more tender.  I stroked and petted her and finally they became gentle, sweet little kisses, and she laid her head on my shoulder and held me.  I couldn’t see her smile, but I knew it was there, and I caressed her gently as I had earlier. 

“Jeff?” she murmured softly.

“Yes?” I answered.  It was the best I could do.  

“I didn’t know, Jeff.  I didn’t know anything could feel that good.  Anything.”
 
I didn’t answer.

She rolled off slowly and lay close beside me, caressing me now.  “I’ll always remember this.  Every girl I have ever known has said that her first time was awful, that it hurt and the guy didn’t care, and that she felt frustrated and cheapened afterward.  I don’t feel that way.  This was wonderful and passionate and loving.  Especially loving.  I could feel your love all of the time we were doing it.  I feel it now.” 

I turned to her and kissed her again.  It was all I could “say.” 

Eventually we got up, got something to eat, chatted awhile, then made love once more.  It was not so feverish this time, more mellow, with a bit of the flavor of old lovers come together again.  But in many ways this time was more loving, more deeply satisfying.

No, we did not become regular lovers.  That would have been very risky for both of us.  In fact, we never made love again.  She was still 16 and living at home.  We almost  certainly would have been caught at some time, and in any case the risk of pregnancy was too great.  Besides, she was not ready to become sexually active on a regular basis, and did not do so.  We remained good friends, and she continued to visit and talk and sell me things as before, though sometimes the conversations became a bit more intimate than previous ones.  And when she kissed me, it was not on the cheek.  She learned well.               

                  

                   

"Virgin?"

Brett’s cheeks turned flaming red, but he kept quiet; all but admitting to the damning accusation. Mark grinned happily. Brett Baiting was his favorite past-time, and Brett rarely failed to supply fresh material for him.

"’Cause if you wouldn’t fuck Mrs. Jennings, you’re either that or a fag."

"Shut up!"

"’She’s a teacher,’" Mark mimicked. "I’d never fuck a teacher!’" He turned back to Dave and threw his two cents into the conversation. "She’s hot. But you know who’s got better tits? Mrs. Carmichael."

"Oh God, yeah," said Clancy. "Nice ass too. What about you, Ron?"

Ron thought about it. "I dunno. I like my women skinny. Mrs. Carmichael’s a little too thick for me. I think Mrs. Daly’s kinda cute; she’s got that sweet little ass, I’d just like to grab on and..." Ron wrapped his hands around an imaginary ass and fucked the air. "I’d fuck her for hours, man."

We all agreed on that one.

"Yeah," nodded K.C. "Dave and I have her for third-period Lit." He giggled and poked his hands out of his t-shirt, like he had boobs. "The air-conditioning in her room’s fucked up. It’s stuck on, so it’s always freezing in there. Her nipples are always poking out through her shirt."

"They look like they could poke out your eyeballs." Dave mimed one of Mrs. Carmichaels’ tits jabbing him in the eye.

Everybody laughed again. Even Brett.

"I’d do Mrs. Gray," said Byron.

Dave scrunched up his nose and scowled. Mark and K.C. looked stumped.

"Who?"

Byron grinned, his white teeth flashing against his dark face. "You all will never guess."

"The old cranky bitch in the office?" Dave looked mystified. "The one you said you’d give me a dollar if I could get her to smile?"

"Yep." Byron grabbed his crotch. "I’d get her to smile. I got her smile right here. Know what I mean? Har, har, har!"

Light dawned in Mark’s eyes. "The Attendance Nazi?"

Byron was pretending to slurp boobage. "Nobody said you gotta like the bitches to fuck ‘em. Mrs. Gray’s got those great, big - POW! - titties, man. I’d get on up behind that fat old ass, grab on ’ta them titties, and - BAM!" He pounded the air with his hips. "Hate fuck th’ old cooze. Right there at the counter."

"Bet’cha that’s why she’s there." Mark said.

Byron pumped away. "What’cha mean, man?"

"You never see her or Principal Nelson around during the afternoon, do you? I bet he keeps her there, just to fuck her during lunchtime."

We all cracked up.

"Yeah," agreed Clancy. "He’s probably like, ‘Mrs. Gray, pardon me, but can you step into my office for a moment?’, and she’s like, ‘Why Mr. Nelson, of course.’ And then he makes her suck him off under his desk, saying shit like, ‘You like my big, donkey-dick, don’t you Mrs. Gray’. And she says more shit back, like, ‘Mrghphrn, mh-hmm’, while she’s busy bouncing her head up and down." He bobbed his head, poking his tongue into his cheek and made wet smacking sounds with his lips.

K.C. chimed in. "And then he spooges all over her wrinkly tits, and tells her to go back to work and yell at all the crummy teenagers."

Ron laughed so hard, I thought he was gonna puke all over the pepperoni. Dave turned to me and grinned.

"You’re awfully quiet, Dev. You used to get all the pussy you wanted, with Cara an’ all. But who’d you fuck now, if you got the shot?"

I felt a slow grin spread across my face, and I looked at each of the guys before answering.

"That’s easy. Ms. Bell."

"What?" Ron asked.

"Seriously?" Chimed in Brett.

I nodded, my smile getting bigger.

"The French teacher?" asked Byron

"Yeah. Well, my Spanish teacher now."

Mark started laughing.

"The Bride of Frankenstein?"

He wasn’t kidding. Ms. Bell was kinda weird.

She insisted on the kids in her classes calling her Ms . Bell (‘NOT Mrs.!’), or by her first name: Linda. She was pale enough to make me think she never stepped outside; and the pancake makeup, black eyeliner and bright red lipstick she favored contrasted with her curly, jet black hair, which she wore piled up in mounds on top of her head. And she was really tall; even taller than most of the guys on our school basketball team.

I had the hots for her because she always wore either full-length dresses or tight skirts with nice, silky blouses, black stockings and ‘fuck-me’ heels. For some reason, she always looked really sexy to me. Maybe it was because I got off on old monster movies. I dunno.

I took two years of French with her. Both my freshman and sophomore years.

And I sucked. To this day, I can’t speak a fucking word of French. But I have to give Ms. Bell credit; she worked her ass off with me. She made time for me after school, and somehow I managed to pass her class both years. And all those hours after school, sitting next to her, smelling her perfume, watching her luscious ass wiggle when she wrote on the chalkboard, listening to her speak the ‘language of love’ (as my mom called it), well...

Somewhere during those two years, I guess I developed a schoolboy crush.

So when my counselor, Mrs. Neidermeyer, told me that I had to take another language credit if I wanted to graduate, I remembered all those afternoons spent trying to catch quick, tantalizing glimpses of Ms. Bells’ bra or the soft skin between her breasts.

I told Mrs. Neidermeyer that I liked Ms. Bell. That was exactly how I said it. And she replied that Ms. Bell was teaching both French and Spanish this year. I could choose one of her classes, or I could try one of the other two languages the school offered.

I had a choice.

I absolutely didn’t want to suffer through another year of French, and no way was I going to try Japanese, so it boiled down to picking between the German class, with old Mr. Bromberg (and his halitosis and dandruff), or Ms. Bell and Spanish.

My girlfriend - Cara - took German the year before, and told me that after the second month they weren’t allowed to speak any English in class at all.

Fuck that. It wasn’t a hard decision to make.

Unfortunately, I sucked almost as badly with Spanish as I did with French. Fortunately, they were similar enough and I seemed to have retained enough from my French classes that I was muddling through. And Ms. Bell seemed really excited to see me back, and offered to help me out again if I needed it.

This year, one of the football jocks started calling her ‘the Bride of Frankenstein’ after she came to school with a white, wavy streak that ran right up the side of her head, all the way through her thick black hair.

The nickname stuck, and now all the kids whispered it behind her back. She’d earned a couple other names, too. But I still got a huge fucking boner whenever she smiled at me.

Anyway... back to the discussion in progress.

"The Bride of Frankenstein?"

Everybody was staring at me like I’d snotted a baseball out of my nose.

"Yeah." I said.

"Seriously?"

Brett again. Mark hucked a beer at me.

"No fuckin’ way!"

I grinned at the guys and cracked the beer. Dave was staring at me, openmouthed.

"You’re serious!"

"Yup."

He squinted at me and cocked his head. Ron caught the meaning in my grin too.

"You... you didn’t fuck her. Did you?"

I raised my beer in a toast, and everybody exploded with questions.

"Don’t lie to me, motherfucker." Dave was grinning from ear to ear. "You’re telling me you fucked Vampira?"

That was another one of her nicknames, and just as appropriate as ‘the Bride of...’.

I shrugged and smiled.

"This I gotta hear."

They all leaned in closer. So I took a long sip, savoring the moment, and swished the cold beer around in my mouth.

I gave them the short version. The one designed to impress teenage boys.

Some things aren’t meant for even your closest friends to know. Not all of this story, anyway.

My fucked up, senior year sex life.

So here it goes. The whole story.

It started on a Friday afternoon at the beginning of the school year, right after the last bell of the day.

I had Spanish for my last class, and I’d said goodbye to Ms. Bell and met K.C. in the hall.

We walked to our lockers together. I was idly spinning the dial on mine, waiting for Cara to pop by before her mom picked her up. K.C. was noisily listening to his walkman at the locker next to mine, jamming out to some serious funk, dancing and singing out loud, when Cara walked up and kissed me on the cheek.

"Seriously?" I knew that I sounded like Brett, but I didn’t care. I had my pride, after all, and I wasn’t going to take this lying down. "You’re breaking up with me to go out with Keith?"

I wasn’t yelling yet, but I was close.

"I can’t fucking believe this."

I knew Keith, a little. He was a big dork who kinda ran in our circle of friends, but way out on the edge. Right now, he was hanging out with the jocks and the cheerleaders down the hall, waiting for Cara to finish up with me, I guess.

"Look, don’t be mad. I don’t want to do this either, Dev."

Yeah, sure. She didn’t look upset about this at all. In fact, she looked almost happy .

"But he’s a really nice guy."

Keith was busy scamming one of the cheerleaders, slobbering all over the front of her sweater.

"Cara, he fucking drools ."

Cara rolled her eyes at me.

"Don’t be such a baby."

"I hear he’s got a really big dick, too." K.C. had turned his walkman down to a dull roar when he noticed I was getting worked up. "That wouldn’t have anything to do with this, would it? Hmmn?"

"Fuck you, K.C."

I grinned maliciously at my buddy.

"Are you saying she’s breaking up with me ‘cause I’ve got a little dick?"

He shrugged into his coat and started stuffing homework into his backpack.

"Nope. Never. Uh-uh. No way. Why would I say something like that? You hurt me with your huge man-meat everyday after gym. Heh."

K.C. cracked up, trying to smooch me. Then he pinned me to my locker and started dry-humping my leg.

"Oh baby, oh baby!" He cackled.

"Knock it off!" I laughed, trying to push him off me.

"You jerks. Shit. Sorry I even tried." Cara threw up her hands and stomped away.

She ignored the cheerleaders glaring at her and grabbed Keith by the arm, dragging him in her wake.

"Ahh. Don’t worry. She’s a dumb twat anyway." K.C. watched her go, and then slapped my back. "Who needs a drink?"

I sighed. "She was my dumb twat."

Cara jumped up on Keith’s back. He ran down the hall, slobbering and giggling like a girl, with her bouncing on his shoulders.

"Not anymore." He turned and zipped the backpack.

"Kinda harsh, man."

I glared at my friend and he shrugged. "It’s a harsh world, Dev. Looks like somebody wants to talk to you." He was staring over my shoulder when a silky smooth female voice startled me.

"Devin?"

I jumped, and turned to find Ms. Bell standing right behind me, smiling.

"Oh, Jeez." I grinned up at her.

In her heels, the top of my head was barely even with the tip of her nose. And I wasn’t a small kid. She looked nice today, kinda sexy, dressed in a tight black skirt that was slit a little way up her thigh, and a sheer, low-cut white blouse.

I tried not to stare at the lace from her bra, just poking over the top of her blouse.

"Could I borrow you for a little while? Maybe half an hour?" She asked. "I need help moving some boxes for tomorrow."

"Uh, sure. I guess so." I looked over at K.C..

"Have fun," he adjusted his earphones, cranked up the volume on his stereo and left me alone in the hall with one of the scariest teachers in school, just minutes after my girlfriend of the last three months, two weeks and four days left me hangin’ and ran off with the Drooler.

How fortunes turn.

"It’s this way," Ms. Bell said over her shoulder. I followed just a little behind her, so I could watch her juicy ass swish in her skirt. "You don’t know how much I appreciate the help. These boxes are really heavy, and the supply guy always sticks the ones I need on the very top shelves."

She turned a little when she spoke, and I snapped my gaze up to her face. She caught me looking, I think, but she smiled and I blushed a little.

"Here we are."

She stopped by the door to a storeroom that was a couple halls over from my locker and picked through a batch of keys. She unlocked the door and ushered me inside. The door shut behind us with a click, and I could hear her breathing next to me in the dark.

I took a long, slow breath of my own, smelling her sweet perfume. Memories of all those days sitting alone with her in class came rushing back. Then she swore and I heard something heavy fall over.

Then the lights went on.

We were in a small room lined from the floor to the ceiling with shelving overflowing with boxes of school supplies. Ms. Bell grinned at me and pointed at a light hand-truck leaning against the wall.

"We’ll put the boxes on that, so you don’t have to carry them."

"Okay."

She pulled out a stepladder and climbed up, balancing on her tippy-toes. Her high heels made her a little wobbly as she stretched out and tugged on a cardboard box.

I couldn’t understand how she could walk in those things, much less stand on a ladder, but she managed it. From my view, her long legs seemed to go on forever, and I stood like an idiot, watching. The hem of her blouse pulled out of the band of her skirt as she stretched and pulled, and I was treated to a nice, if quick, glimpse of her soft, creamy white belly.

She managed to lever the box off the shelf, and almost dropped it on my head. Somehow I managed to catch it; a feat that was just as impressive as her climbing the ladder in her heels. Her hands flew to her mouth with equal parts concern and embarrassment.

"Oh, God! Devin, I’m sorry! Are you okay?"

I plopped the box on the floor next to the hand-truck and shoved it into place with my foot.

"Yeah..." I grunted. "I’m fine. Are you sure you don’t want me to do that instead?"

She was already busy tugging on another box.

"I...think...I’m okay..."

By the time I’d dropped the first box on the hand-truck, she was stretched out full-length, with one foot lifted off the ladder. Her shoe slipped off her foot and dangled from her toes, and she grunted as she pulled and wiggled the box, trying to slide it to the edge of the shelf.

"I’ve...uff...had to do this...by myself...uff...for the last...uhhff...few weeks..." She gave the box a good, hard tug, and her hands slipped. "Hooo...!"

The heavy box fell, almost knocking the ladder over. It teeter-tottered precariously one way, then the other, and she lurched backwards with her arms pin-wheeling for balance. I couldn’t reach the ladder in time to support her, and she slipped and fell, her arms spinning wildly.

Her ass smacked me dead in the face.

As I’ve said, I’m not a small kid, and I’m in pretty good shape. I’ve been on the varsity wrestling team since my freshman year, and I work out or play basketball almost every day. But the impact of her butt mashing into my face snapped my head back, hard.

"Ooomph!"

Somehow, I managed to catch her around her waist and let her slide - slowly - down. She ‘ooophed’ too, and when she was safely on the floor, I held her still until she got her breath back. I tried to block out the pain that was shooting back into my skull from my nose, but I knew there were tears in my eyes when she finally turned around.

"Oh, God! Devin! Are you okay? You’re bleeding!"

She touched the tip of my nose, softly, with her fingertip. I jerked my head away and hissed in pain.

"I’m fine. Really. Just...don’t do that again."

I gently ran my hand over my nose. It was tender and swelling and my eyes were still watering, but nothing felt broken or dislocated.

I’ve had a few accidents during my wrestling career, and this wasn’t bad.

I could live with having her butt shoved into my face.

"Are you sure? I heard you grunt like..."

"No, really. I’m okay." I wiped the blood away and pushed her back at arms length, in case she got any other ideas. "How about you?"

She looked herself up and down, and nodded.

"I’m all right."

"Good," I said, and started up the ladder. The damn thing never tipped over. "My turn now. Just stand back and I’ll finish getting this loaded up." I yanked the crummy box of the shelf and walked back down the ladder. "How many of these do you need?"

Five heavy boxes later, I parked the hand-truck in her classroom and left the boxes next to her desk.

"That’s perfect," she said. "Here."

She gave me the keys to the storage room and I took back the truck while she started unpacking. By the time I got back to her room, she was working on the second box.

"Ms. Bell? Is there anything else I can do for you?" I asked, dropping her keys on her desk. "It’s kinda late, and I think I missed my bus. I should probably get going."

She looked up from the mountain of packing Styrofoam and smiled, gracing me with a great tit shot, right down her blouse. I couldn’t help staring. Her breasts jiggled in her bra as she dumped the static-sticky little peanuts into a big plastic garbage bag. They were a lot bigger than I’d thought.

This time I was sure she caught me looking.

"Linda. Please. We’ve known each other long enough that you can call me Linda. ‘Ms. Bell’ is starting to make me feel old, like I’m the goofy old neighborhood lady who lives in the big, creepy house with a dozen cats and talks to herself." She laughed self-consciously, like she knew what kids said about her, and held up the bag. "Here. If you help me unpack this stuff, I’ll give you a ride home."

"Really?"

"As long as you don’t mind riding with your teacher."

"Sure, okay." I said, my eyes threatening to drift back down to her cleavage. I half-wished she’d sit up, but my dick informed me that I was an idiot to ever think that, and advised me to enjoy the view.

I think she eyed my bulging crotch - just for a second - and smiled before going back to work.

 

About forty-five minutes later, we pulled up to the curb in front of my house in her old VW beetle.

It was still light out, and warm, but the leaves were turning gold and crimson and air had the crisp feel of fall. She hunched down, leaned over me and peered out of the passenger window to admire my house. My dick almost ripped out of my jeans, and I literally got dizzy as the blood drained from my head. Her soft hair brushed my chin as I opened the door and stepped out.

"See you Monday Ms. Bell." Somehow, I managed a weak smile.

"Linda."

I grinned and my dick twitched like a snake that’s just had its head chopped off.

"Right. Sorry." I agreed. "Linda."

"Thanks again Devin. Sorry I squished you."

I wanted to climb back into her car and tell her that she could squish me anytime she wanted. But instead I blushed and shut the car door.

She waved and I stepped back onto the sidewalk.

I live in an older neighborhood, full of big, old bungalows and Victorians. Our house is on a corner lot at the bottom of a hill. Just a few blocks away there’s an elementary school with a big public park, and a popular golf course that takes up several city blocks.

The mother of one of my old friends appeared at the top of the hill, just as Linda beeped her horn and turned the corner.

I met John and his little brother Steve at the park when I was five. My family used to live right across the street, and one day I was there, swinging, when John shoved his brother off the merry-go-round. His mom, Ingrid, yelled and punished him, and John shuffled dejectedly over to the swings.

We were the same age, and we were instant buddies.

Eventually my family moved, buying a house just two doors down from John and his folks.

John’s family, I discovered, were a little odd. They were the family that everybody else in the neighborhood talked about in hushed tones.

John’s dad just never spoke.

At all.

Both he and John’s mom were fitness fiends. Whenever I saw John’s dad, he was working out. Once, John showed me an old trophy that he claimed his dad won at a bodybuilding competition back in the seventies, and a blurry, black and white photo of a huge, muscle-bound guy that didn’t look anything like his dad.

John’s mom was from Germany. She and his dad met mountain climbing in Switzerland, and she moved back here with him after she got pregnant. She was a nurse in Germany, but had an awful time finding work here.

They had a lousy marriage.

I think John was about seven when they divorced. His dad kept the house here, and she took the kids and moved back home.

A few years later (for some reason John could never figure out), they moved back, and John’s dad moved out. This time, Steve went to live with his dad. But John stayed with his mom, and he quickly turned into a thug.

John inherited his dad’s thick, muscular build and his mom’s height. By the time he was twelve he probably stood around six feet tall, and he was already into some serious drugs. That was when he started hanging out with a really rough crowd. He barely made it through his freshman year, and things just got worse, especially with his mom nagging him all the time. When he started ripping off cars and stealing to support his habit, we pretty much stopped hanging out.

He spent a lot of time in juvie, and his mom spent a lot of time crying, wondering what she did to turn him into the big, violent creep he was becoming.

My mom was always nice to Ingrid (unlike most of the other people who lived in the neighborhood), I think partly because she felt bad for her. She always called her Inga. To this day, I think I’m the only person outside of her family who knew her first name.

Ingrid had few things in common with her ex-husband, as far as I could tell, except for their kids and excercise. She never failed to take a long walk every night around six or seven o’clock, when it started to cool down. Over this last summer, I usually saw her leave the house dressed in a little tank top, satin running shorts and tennis shoes. She wasn’t a pretty woman, really, but striking. She was tall, lean and long, graceful, and she carried herself with kind of a regal bearing, which is one reason I figured the neighbors didn’t like her; I think she threatened them. She wore her light blonde hair unflatteringly hacked off just above her shoulders, and always had a dissaproving, pinched look to her face, like she’d just tasted something sour.

I never noticed any effort by her to appear feminine or attractive.

But over the summer, the sun had turned her freckled skin a nice, golden brown, and her hair almost glowed with light blonde streaks. The pale blue satin shorts she wore on her walks emphasized the smooth muscles in her butt, legs and calves. And today, instead of her usual tank top, her perky breasts were packed into a white sports bra. Her footie-socks had little balls of blue cotton that bounced at the back of her sneakers as she loped down the hill towards me.

"Devin!" She greeted me with a smile and stopped to watch Linda drive away. "Who was that?"

"One of my teachers. I stayed late today to help her with some stuff, so she gave me a ride."

"That was nice of her," she said.

"Yeah. Hey, how’s John?" I asked.

She frowned. Her German accent was thick when she finally answered.

"Johnny...Johnny was arrested again."

I didn’t know what to say to that. John had been arrested continuously over the last few years.

"Really? I’m sorry."

"He’s going to be sent to jail for...for a long time, I think. He..." she swallowed; her thin lips trembled as if she were fighting back tears. "He was caught stealing a car, and he was full of the drugs. He fought a policeman! Did I raise my sons to be like this? To have no respect?"

I didn’t know what to say, so I shrugged. "I’m sure he’ll be okay, Ingrid." Somehow, that seemed to calm her down. She sniffled and smiled at me.

"After, he doesn’t want to come back home. H says he’s going to live with his father, just like Stephen. I’ll never see my boys again." She sniffled again and wiped her eyes. "You’re a good boy, Devin. I wish my Johnny would’ve been more like you."

I felt sorry for her. I think she tried to be a good mom. For some reason, I gave her a hug, and she collapsed against me and bawled like a baby on my shoulder.

"It’s all my fault," she sobbed. "I...I don’t know what to do..."

"I’m sorry..." I said, and rubbed her back. I felt her shoulder blades under her shirt, felt her body trembling against me, and I started to get horny. My dick slowly pushed out of the top of my jeans, and I tried to back my hips away from her so she wouldn’t notice my boner.

Eventually, she cried herself out.

She wiped her eyes, smiled, and gave my cheek a little kiss.

My dick throbbed.

"Johnny’s going to be home this weekend to pack his things. You should come and have dinner with us and help me say goodbye."

"Oh. Well. I don’t know..." I shuffled my feet and tried to back out of this as gracefully as I could.

"Please? You’re my Johnny’s best friend. I...I don’t think I can..."

She started to cry again. I took her by the shoulders and gave her a little smile.

"Okay. Sure. I’ll be there. When?"

She sniffled again. "Tomorrow? I’ll send Johnny by?"

"Sure. Sounds good."

"Thank you. Thank you, Devin."

She smiled happily, and I swear, she almost skipped home.

I exhaled with a whoosh.

"The shit I get myself into." I laughed at myself, and went inside to jack off.

That afternoon I told my folks what was going on, and they both wished me luck. Ingrid’s an awful cook besides being a health fiend, and I’ve suffered through many an interesting meal over at John’s.

He used to live to spend the night at my house, just so he could eat normal food.

The first time he stayed with us, he ate two boxes of Fruity Puffs and a dozen donuts in one sitting. And God bless my mom. John loved her, partly because she always covered for his sugar high when he went home to soybean pancakes and tofu bacon.

Needless to say, I was not looking forward to dinner.

John ambled over around six o’clock. His eyes were puffy red slits and I could smell the pot cloud that surrounded him as soon as he stepped through the door. Having been a hippy in the sixties, my mom wasn’t a fool about drugs. She wrinkled her nose when John gave her a hug hello, but she smiled and they talked for a few minutes.

"Well. You take care John." She said, finally. I wanted to get going and get this over with.

She patted my shoulder and gave me an encouraging smile.

"Enjoy dinner."

"S’up, Dev?" John bopped my fist.

I shook my head.

"Not much."

What the hell do you say to a guy who you haven’t seen in three years, a day before he goes to jail? Have fun? Write soon?

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Yeah, sure. What?"

He squinted at me and lit a cigarette.

"What the fuck did you say to my mom yesterday?"

"Huh?" I didn’t know what he was talking about.

"She’s all dressed up, like the fucking mom in Leave It to Beaver, dancing around the house with this shit-eating grin on her face. It’s like I’m going off to college instead a’ jail." He took a deep drag and puffed out a swirling ring of smoke. "So what the fuck did you talk to her about, dude?"

"Nothing. I just stood there. She talked. She was upset about you."

He shook his head and took another deep drag, flicking ashes into the breeze. His cigarette was already half gone.

"Crazy."

We reached his house just as it was getting dark. John reached over and unlatched the gate to their driveway. The gate swung in with a squeal, and we stood outside while he finished his smoke.

"You ready for dinner?"

I grinned. At least we still had this in common.

"I dunno. What’s cooking?"

He grinned back, dropped his smoldering butt on the cement and ground it out with the toe of his boot.

"Some nasty shit." He sighed. "You’d think I could at least get a real fuckin’ dinner on my last night here."

He clapped me on the shoulder.

"C’mon in. I’ve still gotta pack up some stuff. We can toke out for a while ‘till the shit’s ready."

The side door opened onto a landing which led in two directions: downstairs, where John’s dad used to keep his weights, and up a few steps to a swinging door and the main floor of the house.

John hopped up the steps and smacked the door open.

"Hey, Ma! Devin’s here!"

He led me down a short hallway, and whispered, "Check her out."

I peeked around the corner. Ingrid was in the kitchen, a daisy-decorated potholder pulled over her hand, bent over the open stove, giving me a nice view of her ass.

John wasn’t kidding.

Ingrid was wearing a black dress with a full skirt that was a good thirty years out of fashion, with black stockings and heels. She’d curled the tips of her hair, and a string of tiny pearls gleamed around her neck. I could see a matching set of earrings under her bobbed hair. She stood up and almost floated over to me, her skirt swirling around her long legs. She gave me a bone-crushing hug, and a flowery perfume over-powered the rancid smell of whatever was cooking in the stove.

She saw me and broke into a giddy smile.

"Devin! I’m so glad you could come tonight!"

John rolled his bloodshot eyes and I stiffly patted her back.

"C’mon, Mom. Let Dev go. We’re gonna head upstairs ‘till dinner’s done, okay?"

Ingrid let me out of her clinch, and grinned.

"Good, good. Dinner will be ready soon."

"Cool. C’mon up, Dev."

I followed John up to his room. He pushed open his door and crashed on his filthy bed. I settled into the captain’s chair by his battered old desk while he lit up a huge bong and took a hit. The aroma didn’t smell like pot to me, but I guessed that I could of been mistaken; it’d been a long while since I’d smoked anything.

"See what I mean?" He grunted, and offered me a puff.

I took a nice long hit, held the smoke in for a second, and coughed.

"Yeah."

Definitely not pot. Whatever it was though, it was nice and smooth.

John opened a window and waved for the bong.

"Should you be doing that?" I asked. "I mean, y’know, since you’re..."

"Going to jail?" He grinned and puffed away. "Shit. What’re they gonna do, bust me again?"

I shrugged and looked at the bong.

"What is that stuff?"

He kicked off his shoes.

"Hash."

My eyes popped open.

"S’matter? Don’t you like it?"

I was already feeling pretty good.

"It’s...it’s not bad."

He blew smoke out the window and laughed.

"What?"

He laughed harder.

"I bet you could fuck her."

"Who?"

"My mom."

He must be stoned, I thought, and giggled.

"No way."

John rolled over on his back and pillowed his head in his hands. He grinned at me and wiggled his feet.

"Yeah. I bet you could. She’s got the fuckin’ hots for you, dude. That’s probably why she’s all dressed up."

"Naw."

"Think about it. She’s wearing fucking nylons, man. I haven’t seen her dressed like this since... since..." He stared at the ceiling, trying to remember. "Fuck. Forever, dude. I think I remember her an’ my dad going out to dinner once when I was little. For an anniversary, maybe? I dunno. It’s been a long fuckin’ time."

"Quit shitting me."

"I’m not. You know what?" He grinned and hiccupped. "She’s got some nice titties."

I felt my eyes bug out, and my jaw dropped.

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"No, seriously. Dude, I’ve seen her when she gets out of the shower, after she gets back from her walks. She’s got nice tits. Her ass is okay, too." He laughed again. "You thinkin’ she doesn’t shave?"

I blinked at him. "What?"

He shrugged. "Well, y’know. She’s German an’ all. But she shaves her pits and her legs. Really. I know her face’s butt-ugly, but you could just bend her over the counter and..."

Just then, a soft knock at the door. I pushed the bong behind my chair as Ingrid poked her head into the room.

"Dinner’s ready! Why don’t you boys wash up?"

John was giggling so hard he couldn’t talk, so I piped up.

"We’ll be down in a minute."

Ingrid smiled happily and we heard her heels clicking down the wood stairs.

"She’s not that ugly..." I started, and John burst out laughing.

"HA!" His feet flopped around. "You would fuck her!"

"John, she’s your mom, man. What the hell are you talking about?"

A light went on behind his bleary eyes.

"Dude! I know! Here, I’ll get something to help you."

He rolled back over and slid off his bed. There was a small door next to his desk that led to a storage area that ran along the entire side of the house. When we were kids, it was our secret agent hide-out. For the last few years, John used it to hide his stash.

"Here," he said, and shoved a big, folded cardboard box at me.

I opened it up.

"Holy crap. John."

"I’m not gonna need any of that shit for a while. It’s all yours."

"Look man, I can’t..."

"Yeah, yeah. Yeah you can. Use it to fuck her. There’s at least a years worth of acid and a bunch of other shit in there. Some dude gave me a ton of that date rape drug too. Where the fuck did I put it..."

He dug around in the box and pulled out blotters of acid, little packets of stuff that looked like sugar, and baggies of white powder and pot. He found a packet of the sugary stuff, shook it and stuffed it in his pocket, grinning wickedly.

"That should do it. C’mon. We’ll get her fucked up. If we’re lucky, we won’t even have to eat the crap she made."

He scrambled up.

"You’re gonna drug your mom." I shook my head.

"Yep. And we’re gonna screw her."

"What? You..."

"Dude. I’m horny. Pussy’s pussy. And I ain’t gonna be gettin’ any for a long fucking time."

I sat there with the open box in my lap.

"C’mon Dev. Let’s go."

Ingrid fussed as we got ready to eat.

"Johnny, you sit here, and Devin, you sit there..."

John got the chair at the head of the table. His mom sat to his right, across from me. She spread her napkin in her lap and smiled at me, then bent her head to say grace. I watched John roll his eyes and whisper obscenities at her until she finished.

She looked up and smiled. The table looked as dressed up and ready for a formal party as she did.

"Okay. Johnny, will you serve us, please?"

John grinned at me.

"Yeah, sure mom." He picked up a large, covered serving dish, and paused. "Hey, mom, could you get me one of those big fork things?"

"Oh." She looked around the table. "I thought I laid out..."

"Nope."

"I’ll be right back."

She left her napkin and walked back to the kitchen. John pulled out the little packet from his pocket and tore it open, then dumped the powder into her glass of water.

"John!" I whispered. "Shit! Don’t..."

He grinned and held his finger up to his lips, then used it to stir her water. He gave me a thumbs-up, and pulled a serving fork out from under the table.

"Hey, mom! I found it!"

Ingrid clicked back in from the kitchen.

"It was here all the time."

He pulled the cover off the platter and wrinkled his nose. Steam rose from what looked like dirt brown sawdust that had been formed into something resembling pork chops.

"Smells...good." My stomach flip-flopped when John handed me my plate of...stuff. "What, uh, what’s for dinner?"

Ingrid beamed.

"Soy steaks. I know you boys like meat, but it’s so bad for you. This is much better. It’s good food for you. It will help you be strong men. Don’t wait for me...go ahead." She waved her hands in the air. "Eat."

John was busy staring at his plate, poking at the brown crap with his fork. He looked as queasy as I felt. But I took a bite, and somehow managed to choke it down between gulps of water. I reached for the pitcher in the middle of the table and re-filled my glass.

"Whew!" Thank God John hadn’t poured the drugs into the pitcher. I was going to need a lot of water to get this shit down.

"Good, yes?" Ingrid took a dainty bite and smiled.

I was struggling to appear gracious in the face of desperation. So I hope I can be forgiven for forgetting about the drugs in her water, at least for the moment.

Ingrid reached for her glass and guzzled half of it before I could say anything.

John grinned at his plate of slop.

Nothing I can do now, I thought. So I crossed my fingers and tried the salad.

Halfway through the meal, she started to sweat.

"Oh, my." She dabbed at her forehead with her napkin. "It’s much too warm in here, isn’t it?

John looked up. Somehow he’d managed not to touch much of anything on his plate.

"It’s okay. You all right mom?"

She clutched the table and blinked at us.

"I...I don’t feel...very...well."

John pushed back his chair and stood up.

"Must be the dinner, mom. Spoiled soybean shit can fuck you up."

She was out of it.

"I feel so...odd...you shouldn’t talk like that...Johnny..."

John walked over to her as her head started to roll. He grabbed her hair and yanked her head back. Her eyes fluttered, and a thin line of spit drooled out of the corner of her mouth.

"I gave her enough to fuck her up for the rest of the night. Watch."

John smacked her face with the back of his hand, and she groaned.

"Shit! John, knock it off."

"She can’t even feel it. Here, let’s check her out."

He grabbed the front of her dress and yanked it open. He pulled the ripped material down to her waist, pinning her flailing arms to her sides.

I have to admit, I must’ve been really stoned to even think about going through with this shit. But when I saw her rosy, pink nipples behind the black lace of her bra, my dick about burst out of my jeans.

"See?" He leaned over, grabbed her tits and gave ‘em each a good squeeze.

He was right. They weren’t all that big, but they were a nice, firm handful. And perky.

"Move the shit on the table. I wanna lay her down."

I shoved plates and glasses out of the way, and John pulled his mom out of her chair and bent her face-first over her dining room table.

His breath hissed between his teeth as he rucked her skirt up over her hips.

"Gimme that knife."

"Wha...?"

"The sharp one. I’m gonna cut through this shit."

I handed him the knife and watched him slice a hole in his mom’s nylons, and then her panties. My chest hitched as he tossed the knife onto the floor and tore the hole wider, until her first her crotch was exposed, then her ass.

He leaned back and smacked it. I watched it jiggle as she moaned and clutched at her white linen tablecloth.

"Fuck. Look at that."

John glanced up at me, and his eyes were dead cold. He wrapped one hand around his mom’s neck and pinned her to the table, and dropped his pants with the other. His dick popped out of his boxer shorts, already red and swollen.

"Me first," he grinned, and then shoved his cock deep into his moms pussy.

Her eyes popped open, and she screamed silently, her fists knotting in the tablecloth. She kicked and squirmed; the toes of her shoes scraping on the wood floor, but John just grabbed her ass, pulled her closer, and closed his eyes.

"Awww, yeah."

I watched him dork his mom for a minute, my dick throbbing. She was making little mewling sounds, and her ass rippled with each of his thrusts.

And I decided: what the fuck, I wanted some, too.

So I climbed up onto the table, and pulled down my pants and my underwear. My cock fell on top of her head, and I grabbed her by the ears and pulled her face up so it was level with my dick. John grinned and grabbed her boobs to help prop her up. She swallowed and sputtered as I rubbed my dick around on her face, and her hands grabbed and clenched at my pants.

I squeezed her cheeks until her lips opened, and pushed myself into her warm, wet mouth.

"Ahhh...Damn, that feels good."

She kicked harder, but didn’t bite down. John was fucking her hard now, grunting and pounding into her. I relaxed and let my hips do the walking, feeling the muscles in her throat constrict as I eased further in.

Ingrid looked up at me with pleading, glassy eyes while we nailed her from each end. My balls twitched and clenched, and just that fast, I came in her mouth, shooting off a huge load.

"Fuck..." I whispered to myself, pulling her face as close to me as I could.

I enjoyed my orgasm, feeling her throat constrict as she tried to swallow my cum. A little bit of spooge dribbled out of her mouth and down her neck. Her hands were wrapped around my ass and her whole body was stiff with either pain or the drugs, I couldn’t tell which. I popped out of her mouth as John started smacking her ass.

"Goddamn fucking bitch!" He was screaming as he hit her, her ass quickly turning a bright pink. "Screw with me? You fucking bitch! Turn me in to the goddamn cops! Fuck you! Ghuhrrrhhhahh!!"

John grabbed her ass like he was trying to peel an orange, sinking his fingers deep into her soft flesh. I saw blood seep around his fingernails as her skin tore, and he jerked a few times, groaning like an animal. Then he shoved her body back onto the table and laughed.

"Oh, fuck! That felt so fucking awesome!"

His mom slipped off the table, smacking her chin on the edge as she fell. I heard her teeth clack together, and she fell in a heap on the dining room floor.

John laughed harder and stroked his dick. Ingrid absent-mindedly wiped the spooge and blood off her chin, and started crawling blindly towards the living room.

The sight of her hips up in the air sent my dick raging again, and I rolled off the table, right on top of her, shoving her into the floor. Because of her stockings, Ingrid’s feet couldn’t get any purchase on the smooth wood floor, and she scrambled, kicking and clawing, making her ass rub against my cock. I stretched out on her back, spit on my hand, then reached down and lubed up my dick. I pinned her down and let my penis slide around until I found her butthole.

She let out a hoarse scream as I wedged myself into her ass. A few good, hard pushes, and I was in, nice and snug.

John stepped around in front of her and sat on his butt, locking her arms under his knees and cradling her head in his lap. I wrapped my arms around her waist and started fucking her ass, slowly grinding my hips into her, taking my time. I let my hand drift down until I was cupping her pussy. Her pubic hair was soft and curly, and was so thick it felt like she never trimmed it. I toyed with her pussy until her clit poked against my probing fingers.

Ingrid stopped fighting, and I was surprised to hear her moan around John’s dick as it slid into her mouth.

The rest of the night, we took our time. Just two stoned, horny teenage boys, alone with a woman who we could do whatever we wanted to with. We fucked her for hours, finally calling it a night around two in the morning. Somehow the three of us ended up in the living room. John and I were completely naked. He was sprawled out on the couch, half asleep, and I sat on the floor with my head resting against the side of a chair. My dick was lying flopped over my thigh, scraped raw and stinging. Ingrid had passed out next to me with her head in my lap, her old dress and her underwear torn to shreds.

John was staring at her.

"You should probably head home," he said. "I’m gonna have to figure out a way to explain this shit to her when she sobers up."

He was right. How the fuck were we gonna explain all the bruises and cuts on her body? Or her clothes?

"How the hell are we going to do that?"

He shrugged.

"I dunno. But I’ll think of something. It’d probably be a good idea for you to leave though."

"But...I could..."

"What? Get arrested for raping my mom with me? No fucking way."

"John look..."

He tossed my shirt at me.

"Dev, really. Get dressed and go home."

I stood up and Ingrid’s head bonked on the floor. She just moaned in her sleep.

"And don’t forget the box." I shook my head, but he waved his hand at me. "I’m serious. If you get horny, use that shit. We always keep the basement windows unlocked. Just sneak in some night when she’s at work, drop some in her water or tea or whatever, and hang out for a while. If you wait long enough she’ll never know what happened, and you can get your rocks off whenever you want to." He yawned and rubbed his eyes with his knuckles. "Hey. Promise me something?"

"Sure. What?" I pulled on my underwear and went looking for my pants.

"Be sure to tell me if you do it again. Cool?"

I nodded.

"Cool."

 

I didn’t see John again before he left. Or his mom. Somehow a rumor started making the rounds through the neighborhood that John had gotten stoned out of his mind and then beaten Ingrid up badly enough that she had to go to the hospital. I started feeling guilty as soon as I heard it from my mom.

To this day, I still don’t know how John feels about what we did.

And then Monday rolled around, and back to school I went.

My next week was pretty uneventful. I spent my lunch periods hanging out with my friends and avoiding Cara and Keith, who suddenly seemed attached at the hip. By Friday, I’d heard through the grapevine that Keith had already cheated on Cara with a couple of cheerleaders, and he was going to drop out of school and try to get a job as a bouncer at one of the underage strip clubs downtown.

Go Keith.

On friday afternoon, Ms. Bell corralled me after class and asked me to help her again.

I said sure. Why not?

Today she was wearing a dark blue blouse with shoulder pads and a tight, light grey skirt over the kind of black stockings with the little line running down the back of her legs. A fragile gold chain hung from her neck, dangling in her cleavage, and thin gold hoop earrings flashed when she turned her head.

I followed her back to the storeroom, the clicking of her high heels on the tile floor reminding me of Ingrid walking around in her kitchen. By the time she unlocked the door, I had a boner stretching out my pants.

My dick was so hard it hurt.

She brought out the ladder and started up again, but this time I stopped her with one of my hands on her arm, and my other around her waist.

"I don’t think so, Ms. Be...uh...Linda. Not like last week. Okay?"

She smiled.

"All right."

I filled up the hand-truck and hauled another batch of the heavy boxes to her room. We spent the next hour or two unpacking, and she told me stories about living in Europe while she was in college. Finally, I stood up and stretched, popping my back.

"Look," she said. "It’s dark again. Would you like another ride?"

The clock said six-thirty. There wouldn’t be another bus for at least half an hour.

"Sure. That’d be great."

"I have to run by my house first, if that’s okay."

I think I blushed. I know I smiled.

"Sure. No problem."

Linda lived a few miles from school in the opposite direction from my house, in a small apartment complex that had converted to condominiums. We pulled into the parking lot and she led me to a tidy, two floor condo. She unlocked the door and I followed her inside.

As soon as she opened the door, I heard the squawks. When she flicked on the lights, I found myself in a tiny living room, full of comfortable, feminine furniture. In a cage hanging from a metal post was a brilliant red parrot, who took one look at me and squawked again.

"Cutie-pie! Cutie-pie!" It climbed the bars of its gage and recited that phrase over and over, staring me up and down.

"He likes you," said Linda. "He doesn’t usually like men."

"Oh?"

"Mm-hmm." She held out a bag of sunflower seeds. "Here. Why don’t you feed him? He’ll love you forever."

I grinned and took a small handful of kernels from the bag. Then I thought of every parrot I’ve ever seen at pet stores. They always have some freaky sign taped to their cages, warning people to stay away or they’ll bite. I paused.

"How should I do this?

"Just move slowly, so you don’t scare him, and rest your hand next to his cage."

"Okay."

I pressed the side of my hand on the bars of his cage, with the seeds resting on my open palm.

"What’s his name?"

"Bert."

I laughed.

"Like..." I started.

"Ernie and."

She grinned back at me as Bert sidled closer to my hand. He looked at me sideways, ruffling his feathers.

"Cutie-pie!" He croaked, and gently nibbled at a sunflower seed, poking his sharp beak through the cage bars.

"Ernie lives with my sister in France." Linda watched Bert crack open the seed and discard the shell. "Sometimes Bert gets lonely here all by himself. Don’t you Sweetie-pie?"

She cooed at her bird, and he pressed the top of his head against the cage. She kissed him, and he bounced around, squawking happily.

"He likes to dance. See?"

"Cookie! Cookie for Bert!" He repeated, doing a little sidestep.

"Cute," I said.

Linda smiled at me.

"How would you like a quick tour?"

The place looked about as big as a shoe box. But why not?

"Uh, sure?"

She showed me her tiny kitchen and her dining room. Other than the living room, that was pretty much it for downstairs. Then she took me upstairs and showed me her office, which consisted of a nice old roll top desk with a comfy chair, a small home theater system and a couch that were tucked into the spare bedroom. There was a tiny bathroom by the stairs, and she almost - almost - let me peek in her bedroom.

"Oh, shit." She shut the door in a hurry. I barely saw a pink comforter draped over a large, neatly made bed. "Sorry. Too messy."

We stood in the hallway, inches apart, and a sudden, uncomfortable silence fell between us.

"Umm. So...so you live here all alone?" I asked.

"Yes. Well, usually. Except for Bert, I..."

A telephone rang in her study.

"Excuse me," she said, and left me alone to study pictures of her and another, younger woman, both bundled up for cold weather, smiling happily at the camera. I recognized the Eiffel tower in the background of a couple photos. The woman looked a little bit like Linda, but nowhere near as severe. I assumed it was her sister.

In the other room, I could hear Linda trying to pacify whoever had called.

"I’ll be right there, Mrs. Kline. In just a minute. I have a guest...No. It’s no trouble. Of course. I will. Bye-bye."

Linda hung up, and when she stepped out of the room she smiled like she was afraid I’d left while she was talking.

"I think I interrupted something important." I said.

"Oh no. That was Mrs. Kline. She lives next door. We usually have dinner together on Friday nights, because her kids can’t get here on the weekends. I told her I might be late tonight, but she was getting worried. I just need to run over there for a minute, and then we can go. Do...would you like to meet her? She’s really a sweet lady..."

"Actually," I hooked my thumb at the bathroom. "Would you mind if I use your restroom instead? I had a huge soda at lunch, and..."

She grinned.

"Go right ahead. I’m going to run over and take her some dinner, though. You don’t mind waiting for me?"

I shook my head.

"Not a bit."

She rustled around downstairs while I stood over the toilet. There was a fluffy pink seat-cover on the lid that kept knocking it closed, so I had to piss bent over, holding the stupid lid up.

I was shaking the last drops out when I heard the front door open, and Linda shouted up the stairs. "I’ll be back in a few minutes!"

"Okay!" I yelled back, then I buttoned my jeans and flushed the toilet. The house was quiet, and I started downstairs to hang out with Bert, but something stopped me after the first step.

There’s no way I can explain the urge that made me turn around and open her bedroom door.

But that’s exactly what I did.

I turned on the light and looked around.

Linda’s bedroom, like the rest of her house, was immaculate and girly; from the ruffled pink fringe on her bedspread to her choice of pictures to her antique furniture. But it was the roomiest room in the house, and it had its own bathroom that was decked out in more frilly pink.

"Looks okay to me," I said to myself. "I don’t see what the...problem...was..."

In the other corner of the room was a heavy wood contraption, pushed up against the wall.

"What the fuck...?"

I stepped over to it and ran my hand along the gleaming wood of the top bar.

"Holy shit."

Linda had a rack. A real life, straight out of the middle-ages, lock you up to punish you rack. Or a stockade, I guess.

Whatever.

The thing that you lock some poor idiots head and arms into, bending them over into a...uncomfortably compromising position.

You know what I mean.

"What the hell do you use this for, Linda?"

Backing away from her...torture device, I bumped into the corner of her dresser, knocking over some small framed photos.

"Shit!"

I straightened up, trying to put everything back in the same spots, and the urge hit me again.

"Let’s see what we’ve got in here."

I opened a drawer. Inside were carefully folded blouses, and a box of knickknacks.

Downstairs, Bert let out a squawk, and I almost jumped out of my skin. I shut the drawer and listened, my heart racing, but Bert quieted down.

"Shit," I said, sweating a little. I swallowed around a hitch in my throat, and tried another, smaller drawer. "Oh, yeah."

I found a drawer full of lacy underwear. I ran my hands over Linda’s panties, and I got an instant boner. I was having trouble breathing, and my hands started to shake.

"Oh, God."

Suddenly, all I wanted to do was jack off, right then and there. Taking a deep breath, I managed to pull myself back together.

First, I thought, ‘I gotta tell the guys about this’, but then I realized nobody’d believe me.

I needed a trophy, for proof. I almost just grabbed the first thing I saw, but some barely functioning part of my brain made me pull back my hand before I took anything.

"No. Not the stuff she wears."

Flipping through the stacks of bra’s and panties, I found a lacy black g-string crumpled into a ball way at the back of the drawer, and a matching, see-through, push up bra. I pulled them both out of the drawer, and shook them out.

I smelled them, inhaling deeply, then held them up to the light, letting them dangle in my hands.

They were so enticing; I almost forgot where I was.

Bert squawked again downstairs, and I jumped and shoved the undies into my pockets. I walked as quickly as I could to the door, but the house was still quiet.

"Fuck," I said, wiping my forehead. "Damn bird."

I knew I was pushing my luck and I was going to turn off the light and leave, but her closet caught my eye. I glanced over the railing at the front door, and decided to gamble.

"Let’s see what we’ve got in here..."

Linda had a typical walk-in closet, with sliding doors that pulled open. Dresses and a few tailored suits with matching skirts hung from a pole on one side, with her high heel shoes and a pair of running shoes lined up on the floor.

But the other side...

I whistled.

"Holy shit."

Hanging on the other side of the closet were uniforms: leather bondage gear, a French maid outfit, and a nurses uniform. Hung from a rack on the wall was a ton of S&M gear: leather masks, ball gags, whips and riding crops, handcuffs and padded leather shackles, dildoes of all sizes and shapes. Bottles of lubricant and a fishbowl full of condoms sat on a small dresser.

I blinked, and my mouth fell open. I picked up a pair of the heavy leather shackles. The long, thin chains tinkled. One of the dildoes had fallen off the tabletop, and I picked it up. It flopped over in my hand, and I looked at Linda’s bed, realizing that hidden under her sweet, girlie bedclothes was a sturdy steel bed frame and headrest.

"OhMyGod. She’s a fucking bondage queen."

I was so enthralled with my discovery that I hadn’t heard the front door open. I was standing there with her chains and her dildo when Linda stepped into the room.

"Devin?" The shock on her face almost made me drop the sex toys. "What are you doing?"

"I, uh...I just...found these..." I stuttered, and the big rubber penis flopped around again. I felt my face and neck burn and turn bright red.

Her face got hard and cold.

"Put those down right now. I’m taking you home."

 

That was the most uncomfortable car ride of my life.

Neither of us spoke. Linda stared straight ahead, her pale face flushed and both of her small hands gripped the steering wheel.

For the most part, I just tried to disappear into my seat. I cleared my throat once, and she clenched her teeth tight enough that the small muscles along her jaw popped.

I shut up the rest of the way home.

She squealed to a stop next to my house, and I tried to apologize.

"Linda, look, I’m sorry. I really didn’t..."

"Ms. Bell."

"Wha...oh. Okay. Ms. Bell, I’m s..."

"Get out of my car. Right... now...!"

"Please, I let m..."

"GET OUT!"

I got out.

As soon as I shut the door, she revved the noisy little engine, and then I was alone. Dejected, I stuck my hands in my pockets, and grinned when my fingers wrapped around my plundered trophies.

The next week was pretty rough.

Apparently Cara didn’t think I’d been fucked up enough after she broke up with me, so every chance she got, she made a point of flinging herself at Keith and shoving her tongue in his mouth.

That didn’t really piss me off, to tell the truth. It just got me a little queasy when the spit started dripping.

What did put a wrench into my day was looking forward to last period Spanish.

And Linda.

Linda - err, Ms. Bell - only spoke with me during class if she absolutely had to, and she wouldn’t look at me at all.

Something made me not tell the guys about my little discovery. I didn’t feel ashamed, really, or embarrassed. I think I felt disappointed. Like I’d teetered on the edge of a sexual revelation, and instead of falling in, I backed up.

I carried around her stolen panties with me, playing with them wherever I went. I couldn’t stop fantasizing about her, dressed up in her lingerie or her costumes, fucking me.

It was worse in class.

Every day I walked out of the classroom, reeling in pain from the continuous hard-on that would pop up as soon as I saw her. Jacking off brought no relief. And believe me, I tried.

When the last bell rang on Friday afternoon, I packed up my notebook and hurried the door with the rest of the spawn, holding my backpack over my throbbing groin. I tried not to meet Ms. Bell’s eyes and just get out as fast as I could.

"Devin. Please come here."

Oh shit, I thought. I’m in trouble.

She was leaning against the edge of her desk with her arms folded across her chest. As the last of the kids filed out, she smiled sweetly at me.

"You’re leaving?" She asked.

Hell, yeah. No reason to hang around here.

"I thought...I guess I didn’t think you’d want me to help after..."

She waved her hand.

"Those boxes are still much too heavy for me. Besides, you know what to do. We can finish faster if you’re helping."

"Well, okay, I guess. But I need to catch..."

She nodded, grinning.

"Your bus. I know. If it’s okay, I’m willing to give you a ride. We might be here a while later than usual tonight, though."

After not speaking to me for a week, she was suddenly a little too sweet. A tiny alarm went off in the back of my head. But she dropped her arms and gripped the side of the desk, leaning further back. I looked her up and down, and swallowed hard.

Today she was wearing a dress with a full length skirt. It buttoned up the front, starting around her knees and ending at a swooping neckline. She was wearing a pearl necklace that looked just like Ingrid’s'.

The sight of her cleavage when her body shifted caused my dick to short-circuit my brain.

"Okay. Cool." I said. "I, uh, I’m sorry about last week. I..."

She shushed me with a finger to my lips. When she smiled my dick throbbed in my pants, and my lips tingled where she touched me.

Then she put me to work.

She sat at her desk, and by the time we - I - finished, I was sweating like a pig.

"There." I said. "All done."

"Good. Let’s go."

The school was deserted except for a janitor sweeping a stairwell at the other end of the hall. When we stepped outside, stars were already twinkling and the moon lit our way as we walked to her car. She unlocked my door and then walked around to the drivers’ side, then she squeezed in next to me and handed me her purse.

"Hold this?"

"Okay."

It was late October, just a day shy of Halloween. The day had been sunny and warm, but now it was freezing out. She started the car and turned on the beetle’s heat.

"It’ll take a minute to warm up," she said, and pulled out of the school parking lot. Jack-o’-lanterns grinned at us from the porches of the houses as we drove by.

"What are you doing for Halloween? Are you going to any parties?"

I shook my head.

"No. I didn’t make any plans, after the other day...uh, you know...I guess I didn’t feel like doing much. My folks and my sister are gone for the weekend, so I was just gonna rent some movies and stay home." I glanced at her. "How about you?"

She licked her lips.

"I’ve made some arrangements."

"Huh?"

She looked at me and smiled. In the dark, her smile didn’t seem to reach her eyes.

"I’m having a party tomorrow night. How would you like to...be my date?"

I blinked.

"Excuse me?"

"Would you like to go to my party? I think it will be fun."

I stared at her, no idea what to say.

"You’re kidding. Right?"

"No. Really. I’d like for you to be there."

My dick started screaming, ‘Say yes! You bonehead!’, so I said, "Sure. Okay."

She smiled. I was shocked enough that I didn’t notice where she was driving until she parked and cut the engine.

I looked around dumbly.

"Here we are," she said brightly.

"This...this is your house." I stuttered.

"Come on inside." She unsnapped her seatbelt, opened her door and stepped out of the car.

"But I..."

"Come on. I want to show you something."

"But..."

"Hurry. It’s cold."

She waited for me to get out and shut my door, and then she took my arm in hers and marched me to her porch. She jingled her keys, unlocked the front door and smiled at me. Bert greeted us as we walked in.

"Cutie-pie! Cutie-pie!"

Linda fed him a sunflower seed.

"He’s been asking about you all week. You must have made an impression on him."

"I...guess so." I said, and frowned. "Is that what you wanted to show me?"

Linda shook her head, unbuckled the belt around her waist and slipped out of her coat. She laid it over the back of her couch, walked back to me and stopped just inches away. I could feel her breath on my face.

"You did something very bad the other night." She said, and laid her hands on my chest.

A tingle shot through my body when she touched me, and I knew she could see the bulge in my pants. I swallowed around a lump in my throat, and my voice sounded suddenly hoarse.

"Yeah, I know. I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have gone in your room, but..."

She was tracing a little zigzag patter on my chest with a long, red fingernail.

"But you were intrigued."

"Yeah. I guess so..."

She edged even closer and looked down into my eyes. God, she was tall.

"Did you...like what you found?"

I couldn’t believe this was happening. A week ago, she looked like she wanted to kill me. And now...

"Um. Yes?"

"Have you been thinking about me?" She whispered, and eased my jacket over my shoulders.

It fell to the floor and she kicked it away.

A mantra was playing in my head, flowing through my mind over and over, in time with my throbbing dick.

Oh God oh God oh God...

"Yes..." I breathed.

She smiled and leaned over, like she was going to kiss me. Her dark brown eyes fluttered.

"Good..."

Her soft, ruby red lips parted and the little pink tip of her tongue flicked out. She pressed against me and wrapped her arms around my neck, then softly licked my lips, running her moist tongue lightly over my upper lip, then my lower lip, and back. I shivered, and her warm thigh rubbed against my crotch. She played with my hair, gently biting my lower lip with her sharp, white teeth.

I was frozen stiff.

She nibbled my lip and wiggled against me, her breath hot and sweet on my face. I moaned and tried to put my arms around her, but she pulled back, smiling. I tried to push her down onto the floor, but she stepped away and took my wrist.

"I want you to come upstairs with me."

Suddenly, I was sweating again, and I was having trouble breathing.

"Oh. Okay."

She pulled me to the stairs and smiled reassuringly over her shoulder. All I could see was her sweet, round ass, swaying in front off me. I tried to touch it, and she smacked my hand away.

"Ow!"

She grinned.

"Not yet."

The bedroom door was open, but the lights were off.

"Go ahead," she said.

I stepped inside, and she turned on the lights and shut the door behind us, locking it behind her. I heard a drawer behind me open and shut. I almost turned around, but then I noticed her bed.

All the frilly girl stuff was gone, replaced with a single, black silk sheet tucked over the mattress. Lying on the bed were the leather handcuffs she’d caught me with, one pair attached to each of the thick steel posts at each corner of the bed.

She stepped behind me and touched my hips. She wrapped an arm around my waist and gently stroked my belly. I felt her breasts press into my back, and she let her chin rest on my shoulder.

I could just see her face out of the corner of my eye.

"Do you like my bed?" She asked. "Does it excite you?"

My mouth was too dry to speak, so I nodded.

"Let’s see."

She stopped rubbing my stomach and unbuttoned my jeans with a flick of her wrist. I jumped as my dick poked out of my underpants. It felt like it was going to explode.

"Okay, Linda, c’mon now..."

She hissed and squeezed me, pinning me to her. God, she was strong. Somewhere beyond the hormones flooding my system, I wondered why the hell she needed me to help her at school.

I probably should’ve given that some more thought, but she didn’t give me the time.

"Don’t move," she warned, and I felt something cold and sharp slide under my chin. "Unless you like blood."

"Holy shit, Linda! Hey, look! This was fun, and I’ve learned my lesson, but..."

I tried to pull away, but she jerked me back against her and the butcher knife in her hand bit into my throat.

"Devin, you were very bad. A bad, bad boy. I forgive you for snooping. Really. After I took you home, Bert helped me realize you did what any other horny teenage boy would’ve done. I know you’ve been attracted to me for a long time, and I’m actually kind of glad you found my little secret. But I want you to understand something. You need to be very quiet now. From now on, you’re not to speak unless I tell you to. Do you understand?"

I nodded.

The knife pressed harder, and a sharp pain shot into my neck. "What was that?"

"Yeah! Yeah! I get it! Linda, please...!"

She jerked me again.

"You have lost the privilege of calling me Linda. You may call me Ms. Bell. Do you understand?"

Holy shit. She’s lost it. A fucking bird’s talking to her? Calming her down? Forget Vampira, forget Bride of Frankenstein.

She was a fucking psycho.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"Yeah. Okay...uh, Ms. Bell. I got it."

"Good. Now. I asked you a question."

"Wha...What was that?"

"Are you excited?"

Not any fucking more, I thought.

After she pulled the knife on me, my dick went from looking like a tent pole in my underwear to hiding somewhere around my armpits. Hell, as far as I knew, it jumped off and slithered out under her door, and was running like hell to Bermuda right now.

"Uh, I...was..."

"Let’s see," she said again.

Her hand slid back down and into my underpants. She ran her fingernails through my pubic hair and then gripped my balls. She kissed my neck and softly nibbled my earlobe as she played with me.

I shivered, and my dick decided to take a risk.

She laughed in my ear and used the flat of her knife to force my head back onto her shoulder.

"That’s a nice boy," she said. "Just like that. Now relax."

She stroked me until I was hard again, and she ran a fingernail along the bottom of my cock up to the tip, pushing it against my belly.

"Very nice," she whispered, and let it flop back down. It hung straight out, pulsing.

I felt dizzy.

"Now then. I was telling you that I forgave you?"

"Yes Ms. Bell," I croaked. I sounded like her stupid bird.

"Well. A couple days ago, I realized you took something when you were here, too. Didn’t you?"

I managed a nod.

The knife pricked me.

"What did you say?"

"Y-yes. I did."

She smiled and licked my ear. My dick twitched in her hand.

"You’ve been playing with something in your pocket this week, haven’t you?"

I shut my eyes.

Poke.

"Yes."

Poke.

"Ms. Bell," she said.

Poke.

"Yes, Ms. Bell."

The knife eased back, and her other hand reached into the pocket of my jeans. She pulled her panties out and dangled them in front of my face.

"That’s where they went! I wondered where they’d disappeared to. I just knew I put them in my dresser."

Poke.

"Did you look through my dresser, Devin?"

Poke.

"Yes Ms. Bell."

"Did you take anything else of mine?"

I squeezed my eyes shut, and nodded.

Poke.

"Yes Ms. Bell."

"What?"

Poke.

"I...I took a bra."

She nuzzled me, giving me little, soft kisses.

"Do you like what you took?"

"Y-yes Ms. Bell."

"Did you think about me this week? Wearing what you took from me?"

I was breathing hard again. She’d wrapped her panties around my penis, and was slowly jerking me off. My knees started to tremble.

"Yes." I whispered.

"Did you bring me back my bra, too?"

I shook my head.

Poke.

"No! No, Ms. Bell. It’s still at my house."

"Did you try my underwear on?" She asked.

"No. I didn’t..."

"Did you think about it? Did you wonder what my panties would feel like? Did you imagine slipping them on, the soft lace stroking you at school, hidden under your pants? Or my bra, hidden under your shirt, strapped around your sweet chest?"

I gulped and shook my head again.

Poke.

"N-no. I didn’t. Really. I just wanted something to remember you with..."

"You stole from me."

"But..."

She stopped rubbing my cock and tossed the panties on the bed.

"Give me your arm." She patted my left shoulder. "This one."

She grabbed my left wrist and yanked my arm behind my back. The cold pressure on my neck eased up, and she pushed me onto the bed.

With my pants halfway to my knees, I couldn’t stay up. I fell over, and she landed on top of me. I heard the rattle of a chain and then a leather strap tightened around my wrist.

She’d tied me with the cuff attached to the opposite - right - side of the bed. I had to use all my strength to flip over, but she’d already locked my wrist into the handcuff. When I flopped onto my back, I found her straddling my hips with the knife pointed right at my throat, and I realized she’d planned it this way.

"Don’t move." Her smile was gone.

The point of her knife poked my cheek, and her ass rubbed my cock as she pinned my other wrist to the bed with her knee. She grabbed the cuff lying next to my head, and quickly strapped my right wrist in.

Then she stroked my face with her blade, and grinned. She sat up, and I could see her dress had popped its buttons up to her waist. She grabbed my t-shirt and slit it open with her knife.

"Oh shit! Linda, please...!"

She jabbed my nipple with the knife and hissed at me.

"What did you say?"

I bit my lip and shut up. A little blood trickled down my ribs from the cut she’d made.

Then she leaned over and kissed me. I heard myself groan as her tongue flicked in and out of my mouth, and I for a second I forgot my fear.

Her kiss was soft and she ran her hand up my ribs as she pulled my tongue into her mouth and sucked on it. She kept the knife held at my neck and pinched my bloody nipple with her free hand, and then she ripped her dress open to her belly, down to the last couple buttons.

I felt my cock throb against her backside and bit my lip. Under her dress she was wearing a white push up bra. The cups were cut just under her tiny, pink nipples, forcing them to jut out.

"Do you like my breasts, Devin?" She asked.

"Y-yes, Ms. Bell."

She smiled.

I’d answered the question right, I guess, because she wrapped her hands around the back of my head, leaned over and pressed her chest onto my face. One of her nipples poked against my lips, and I sucked on it, nibbling it. Her tits were bigger than I’d thought. I realized that the little peeks I’d managed to catch over the years had just misled me about the size of her boobs.

Her hips jerked, grinding her ass into my crotch. And then she pulled away. She sat up and looked down at me, smiling. She stabbed he knife into the mattress next to my armpit and played with her breasts with one hand, then reached behind her ass and stroked my cock with the other.

Maybe she wasn’t going to kill me. I remembered the bondage get-up in her closet, and prayed this was just some funky role-playing game for her. Despite myself, I was starting to get into it.

Linda shut her eyes and played with me for a minute, until I was hard in her hand again. And then she bent over and kissed my neck, sliding her tongue down my chest. She pinched and bit my nipples, trailing her mouth over them, sucking them, and then she slid her body further down, biting and kissing my belly, licking my belly button, and then she grabbed my cock with both hands and took me into her mouth with a gulp.

My entire body tingled when I felt her lips press against my belly, and I jerked against her. She looked up at me, my dick buried in her throat, stretching out her mouth. She bobbed her head and I slid out with a slurp.

"Do you like that?"

"Oh, my God." I whispered. "Yes...uh...uhh...Ms. Bell...Uhhhh"

My feet twitched and my hands clenched as she sucked me, slowly and gently. She slid one arm under my ass and pillowed her head on my hip. Her soft, curly hair tickled me, and she cupped my balls with her free hand and lightly tickled my asshole with her fingertips. She worked me slowly at first, and then picked up speed, until my hips jerked and my toes curled.

"Oh shit! Oh...sh-shit! P-please...gnnng!"

She stopped sucking me right as I started to cum, but rolled off me onto the bed and kept stroking me. Her hand pumped away, and I couldn’t hold back. I shot my load, and she milked me, pointing my dick up towards my belly.

"Oh, fuck, Linda! Fuck, yeah!"

Sticky, pearly white cum pooled on my stomach, and dripped down my sides. My chest heaved as she smiled at me and squeezed the last drops of cum out of my cock. Then she ran her hand over the mess on my belly and licked her fingers clean.

"You made quite a mess, Devin."

I managed to nod. I could barely breathe.

She slid off the bed and pulled my pants down around my ankles. Then she pulled off my tennis shoes and my socks, pinned one of my legs to the bed and buckled me down, tightening the cuff around my leg just above my pants.

"You made a mess and you called me Linda. I told you to call me Ms. Bell, didn’t I?"

"Y-yeah. But..."

She strapped in my other leg, jerked the chains tight, and then pulled my pants all the way off.

"That means you have to be punished."

I tried to sit up. I still had some slack in the chains locking up my arms.

"No, no. You don’t get up until I let you."

Linda pushed me down and straddled my chest. She tightened up the chains for my arms, until I was spread-eagled out on her bed. Then she slid off again, my cum leaving a wet, shiny trail where she’d smeared it over my body.

"What a bad boy you are. Since you can’t seem to follow directions..."

She pulled the knife out of the bed and set it on her nightstand, then stepped over to her closet. She rolled open the door and grabbed something off the rack.

"I think we just need to make sure you don’t talk any more this weekend."

She grinned and held up a gag and a mask.

"Linda, please..."

She slapped me hard enough to make my eyes water. My lip swelled and I tasted blood.

"Shut up."

She pulled the black leather mask over my head, and then zipped it up the back. She unzipped the eye and mouth slits, and then shoved the red rubber ball of the gag against my lips.

"Oww!"

She wiggled it into my mouth, until I gurgled, and then she strapped it around my head, hooking it in place.

"There." She stepped back and admired her handiwork. "Perfect."

She smiled at me, watching me jerk around on her bed. The cuffs didn’t hurt, but I was strung so tight I could barely move, and the mask was stifling. I felt myself start to panic again, and screamed into my gag.

Completely muffled. Almost no sound reached my ears through the thick leather. And then I knew that I’d blown my chance for help.

Now no one could hear me.

"Oooh, poor boy. Uncomfortable?" Linda cooed. "Here. Let me help."

She pulled a thick pillow out of the closet and shoved it under the small of my back, and then another, until my hips were almost a foot off the bed.

"You wanted me to fuck you, didn’t you? I know you did. I could see it in your eyes when I found you leering into my closet, and all this week at school." She ran a hand lightly over my prone body.

Her touch was electric. My body jumped.

"There, there. You got to have your fun, now it’s my turn." She smiled again. "Just relax. You’re about to get your wish. Now, wait just a second."

She turned back to her closet, and came back out with a big bottle of anal lubricant.

"You’ll need this," she said, and crawled up onto the bed. She knelt between my legs and squirted a bunch of lube onto my crotch and over my balls. She slathered it on thick. Despite myself, my dick came back to life at the cool touch of the jelly, and she grinned.

"Well, look at that. You are a horny boy, aren’t you?" She shook more lube down to the tip of the bottle. "We’ll just have to fix that, won’t we?"

She used her fingertips to spread my ass cheeks open.

"What a cute little butt you’ve got, Devin."

She grinned and pressed the tip of the bottle into my anus.

My body jerked as she squeezed the rest of the lube into my rectum. She laughed and tossed the bottle onto the floor.

"Don’t you like that?"

My head flopped frantically from side to side, and she unbuttoned the last two buttons holding her dress closed. She let it slide off onto the floor and rested her hands on my thighs. She was wearing a flowery garter belt with her stockings and a pair of lacy panties over that.

"That’s too bad," she said, and leaned over with her ass up in the air.

She lapped the drying cum from my stomach, purring like a cat. I closed my eyes, feeling the heat from her body on mine. The tip of my dick rubbed her chest, her bra, and her belly as she licked and slurped.

I groaned with pleasure.

And then she sat up again, and pulled down her panties.

My eyes popped open and I started to thrash in my chains.

Ms. Bell laughed, and stroked the hard, thick, purple cock dangling where her pussy should’ve been. Her - his - cock was big - bigger than mine - and the balls hanging down inside her thighs were hairless.

"I hope I’m everything you wanted, Devin," she whispered and eased down onto me.

My legs were spread open, and my ass was way up in the air. I kicked and thrashed, but I could barely move. She just giggled and slipped her cock slowly into my oozing rectum.

It hurt.

It fucking hurt a lot .

Once she was in far enough that I couldn’t dislodge her, she grabbed my ass with both of her hands and pushed with her hips. She had all the leverage she needed, and suddenly I felt like I had to take a huge shit.

"There sweet boy. Doesn’t that feel nice?" She cooed. "You feel so sweet, I love your ass."

She let her weight rest on me and her tits dug into my chest. Her sticky hands slid up my body and grabbed a pair of leather handles that were sewn onto the sides of my mask, and she started pumping into me. She buried her face in the crook between my neck and my shoulder and purred, sucking and nuzzling me. Her hair poked into my eye and I had to turn my head away, giving her better access to my neck while she fucked me.

"That’s my sweet baby. My sweet, sweet baby." she whispered as she chewed on my neck. "You want me to cum in your ass, don’t you baby..."

Oh, fuck, it hurt.

She was pounding into me, smashing her belly against my balls. My dick was pressed flat against her stomach, and her garter belt rubbed it while she fucked me. Her belly was slick with my cum and the lube she’d smeared all over me, and the friction was turning the lube warm, then hot.

"You like it. I can feel it..."

My dick slid underneath her garter belt and stuck there, between the lacy material and her stomach. I groaned as I felt another orgasm building.

I didn’t want to cum. I didn’t. Not with some freak fucking me in the ass.

But I couldn’t help it.

My toes curled and my hands clenched into fists. A muffled wail from behind my mask caused her to stop pumping me for a second. She smiled as she pushed her upper body away from me, and shoved with her hips until her dick was buried and her balls slapped my ass.

"Cum for me," Linda purred. "Cum all over your sweet chest..."

She ran her fingers lightly up and down the thick vein running along the bottom of my cock, and a thick stream of cum spurted out of my dick like a fountain. Tears of shame burned in my eyes as my chest was sprayed with milky-white droplets.

Linda grinned and licked her fingers clean.

"That tastes so sweet..."

She gathered her legs up so she was kneeling underneath me, and pulled my ass higher. With my chained legs stretched over her thighs, she began fucking me with quick, hard strokes.

"Baby, oh baby..."

I didn’t feel her cum inside me. None of that ‘hot jizm exploding, filling me up’ crap. It was nothing like any of the shit you read about in the dirty magazines. One minute, she (he? it?) was pounding me, ripping into my asshole, and the next she just stiffened. After a series of small jerks, the pressure in my bowels lessened and she collapsed on top of me.

Then I felt warm fluid dripping down my ass cheeks, and she was snuggling me, gently kissing my nipples and wrapping herself around my body.

"Sweet boy, I knew you’d like it..." she whispered.

She rested her head on my chest, stroking the cum covering me with a sharp fingernail, swirling it around and making little designs.

"I can’t wait for tomorrow to introduce you to my friends," she yawned.

And then she fell asleep, right on top of me, with her cock slowly shrinking inside my ass. After a few minutes she started to snore softly, and her penis popped out.

It felt just like I’d taken a little turd.

I woke up to find dingy grey light pouring through her bedroom windows.

"Rise and shine sleepy-head," she said, as she dragged me, feet first, off the bed. "Time to get ready for the party."

My feet were cuffed with a new pair of leather bonds. A short, thin nylon cord dangled between them, I guess so I could walk on my own. My hands were hand-cuffed tightly in front of me, and I noticed the other cuffs were still attached to the bedframe.

Linda was standing in front of me, completely naked. She was holding the riding crop from her closet in one hand, and poked my face with it. I wasn’t wearing the mask anymore, but I was still gagged.

"Stand up Devin."

Soft, her cock swung down four or five inches. There was dried shit and blood caked on it, and smeared all over the tops of her legs.

"C’mon. We don’t have all day. Huffff!"

She pulled me to my feet and a sharp pain flooded my bowels. Suddenly I had to go to the bathroom very, very badly. She yanked on a heavy leash she’d attached to a studded leather collar around my neck, and my wobbly legs almost gave out.

"Stand up straight!" she demanded.

I did my best, and she led me into her bathroom. The rope around my ankles let me shuffle along in little half-steps.

"Sit!"

She pushed me down onto the toilet and held my penis while I relieved myself. Shit bubbled out of my ass and plopped into the toilet, splashing me.

I squeezed my eyes closed and prayed to wake up.

Linda laughed and played with her little whip, gently slapping the underside of my chin with it.

"All finished. That’s a good boy, pooping in the toilet."

She cleaned me, and then pulled my leash again.

"Now into the shower. We want you to make a good impression tonight."

I tried to step over the ledge of the bathtub, and almost tipped over. The whip whacked me in the butt, and I stumbled in.

"Raise your arms."

A metal pipe ran across the top of her shower, from one wall to the other, with a sturdy hook hanging from the middle. I shook my head, and she flicked her wrist.

"GAAHH!"

Her crop caught me across my nipple. Linda wasn’t smiling anymore.

"You smell like a disgusting pig. Raise your arms. Now!" She flicked her wrist again.

WHACK!

Pain exploded through me as the tip of her crop kissed my crotch. My vision swam, and she screamed again.

"NOW!"

WHACK!

My other nipple burned, and I raised my arms, shuddering. She reached up and attached my cuffs to the hook with a small, light clamp.

"There. That wasn’t so hard, was it?" she asked pleasantly.

My whole body hurt. I didn’t want to piss her off again, so I shook my head.

Linda stepped into the shower behind me, reached around my waist, and started the water running. A blast of freezing cold water hit me in the face, sending chills down my entire body. She pushed my head into the freezing spray and raked her fingers through my hair. I came out sputtering, and then she was lathering me up with shampoo.

"There. Doesn’t that smell good?"

She dunked me again and rinsed me. The water was warming up now, and I felt her arm wrap around my waist, and she bent over. When she straightened, she held a bar of pink soap under my nose.

"This is my favorite. I think you’ll like it too." The soap smelled like her, like she smelled every day when we’d stayed late in her classroom.

I groaned.

Linda slowly, gently soaped me up. Starting with my arms, she worked her way down past my groin, washing me as she went, and then moving back up to my crotch.

"Mmm. Let’s have a little fun, shall we?"

I let my head hang as she washed my cock. Despite myself, it slowly hardened until it was standing straight up, throbbing in her fist.

"Such a nice, hard cock," she whispered.

And then something hard and rubbery was poking me.

Linda pulled me against her and played with my chest as she jacked me off, gently rubbing her growing dick up and down my wet, soapy ass crack.

God. Just like last night, I thought. This can’t be happening. Please. This has to be a bad dream.

And she stopped.

"There. Nice and hard again, sweet boy. But I think we should save that for later this evening."

She reached around me and popped the shower head off the stand. I waited, hanging there, staring at the flowery white tile until she finished bathing herself.

"All done!"

Linda turned off the water and opened the shower door. She hopped out of the tub and I watched her in the mirror as she toweled off. Then she rubbed me dry with a thick pink towel and stepped back, grinning.

"I’ll be right back. Don’t move a muscle." She hung the wet towels back on the rack and left the room.

I hung there for a second with my eyes closed and my head back, wondering how the fuck I was going to get out of this. I could hear Linda rummaging around in her bedroom. I opened my eyes when she turned on the radio, and found myself staring up at my wrists.

The pipe I was attached to was bent slightly in the middle. I lifted my legs, curling them up to my stomach. My ass felt like something was ripping inside, but I hung there, twisting.

Nothing.

I took a deep breath, gritted my teeth and pulled myself up as far as I could with my arms, and then let myself drop. The leather straps cut into my wrists, but the pipe groaned and bent.

I dropped about a half an inch.

In the bedroom, Linda was humming along to some old sixties song. Glancing at the bathroom door, I raised my body again, pulling my legs into a ball, and dropped. With a squeal, the pipe bent another inch, but held.

"What do you think you’re doing?!"

Linda was standing at the doorway, dressed in her nurses’ outfit, glaring at me. She lashed out with her riding crop.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

"Mmphaagh!"

Three burning welts popped up on my ass cheeks, just below the small of my back. Linda placed a fist on her hips and waggled her finger at me, like she was scolding a small child.

"Bad boy! Didn’t I tell you not to move?"

Linda unhooked me and dragged me out of the tub, then into the bedroom and threw me face-first down onto the bed.

"Such a bad boy. And after I’ve been so nice to you."

She leashed me to the head-board of the bed and pulled something green from her closet. Then she straddled my back, unlocked my handcuffs and grabbed me by the hair, jerking my head back.

"Do you know what happens to bad boys? Do you?"

My eyes popped open and I shook my head.

"Mmmgh!

"They get punished."

Linda let go of my hair and shook out a green smock. She forced my hands through a pair of arm holes, then tied the light, paper-like material down my back.

"There."

She locked my handcuffs together again and untied my leash.

"Stand up," she said. "Let’s see how you look in your costume."

I slowly pushed myself off the bed, and turned around. Linda was grinning at me, lifting my chin with her crop.

"My little patient. You look cute enough to eat." She sighed. "Come with me."

She gave my leash a quick jerk, and I stumbled after her. I heard Bert squawk through the closed office door, and then we were down the stairs and into her living room. She led me right to the stockade that she’d set up in the middle of the room.

"You’ve been such a bad boy; this is where you’re going to have to spend the evening."

I tried to back away, shaking my head. She just yanked my forward until she could grab my hair again, and pushed my neck down on the thick slab of wood.

"Bad boy! Don’t make me spank you!’

Linda slipped behind me and grabbed my wrists. After unlocking my handcuffs again, she forced my arms down into the shallow depressions cut into the beam, and slammed the crossbar down over my neck and padlocked me in.

"There!"

I tried to jerk my head back. No luck. I couldn’t move.

Linda removed the leash and slipped the black mask back over my head, buckling it on. She made sure the eye-slits were open, so I could see, but she zipped the mouth closed.

"You be a good boy now. I’ve got a lot to get ready!"

Then left me alone. With her parrot tucked away, the house stayed strangely quiet.

 

The doorbell rang about an hour later.

Linda skipped past me and I heard the door open.

"Girlfriend! Look at you! Oooohhh!"

I was turned with my ass facing the door so I couldn’t see who had just shown up, but there was a lot of excited shouting for a couple minutes. The voice that kept calling Linda ‘Girlfriend’ eventually acknowledged me.

"And who’s this sweet thing?"

A warm hand patted my ass and trailed up my back, playing with the ties on my ‘costume’.

"Oh. Just a party favor, for later."

"Perky!"

The hand tickled my balls, and I turned my head as far as I could. A pair of long, muscular brown legs stepped into view. I looked up to see what appeared to be a black man dressed as a roaring-twenties style flapper, wearing a tight, sequined white dress with a skirt that barely covered his ass, and a pair of black mesh stockings with white stiletto heels.

Behind me, someone with a lisp asked, "Dessert?" Then laughed gaily.

"Here, let me take your coats. Desiree, I haven’t had time to bring out the bowls. Would you mind?"

The person standing in front of me was playing with my mask. "’Course, Girl! Whatever you need."

"They’re right over there."

Desiree walked away, swishing his butt. He returned a second later and set two bowls by my feet. One was full of condoms, the other loaded with little bottles of anal lubricant. The bowls I’d seen in Linda’s closet.

Somebody was gently rubbing my ass.

"I love Halloween. Linda always comes up with the best ideas," the voice lisped. "Did you see the balls on this one?"

And the doorbell rang again.

"Party-time!" Desiree cried, and he ran to open the door.

 

I don’t know how many people showed up for Linda’s little shin-dig, but the apartment was packed and noisy, and the drinks were flowing.

There was a lot of leather, lots of chains and bondage stuff. Everybody was dancing, or eating, or wandering from one little group to another. One chubby guy whose voice I recognized as the Lisper was dressed like a cartoon tiger, with little white shirt cuffs and a white collar and a bow-tie sewn onto his costume. He had a pair of orange ears strapped to the top of his head, and they kept falling off while he danced.

I seemed to be the focal point of conversation, but for the first hour or so, everybody pretty much left me alone and partied. Eventually the little groups got even smaller, and couples started claiming space on the couch and chairs. A guy dressed like a biker flopped onto a recliner in front of me and pulled out a huge cock, bloated and purple, with a shiny silver cock ring wrapped around his balls. Another guy dressed like a cowboy knelt down between his knees, and the biker grinned and closed his eyes.

I turned my head when the cowboy hat started bobbing up and down.

The orgy had begun. And Lispy Tiger Boy was glancing my way.

"Hey, Linda!" He shouted across the room, waving at me. "Can I partake?"

I couldn’t see or hear her, but I guess Linda said yes because the guy walked over to me. He bent over and smiled at me, then dipped into the bowls. He straightened and slid his hand into the band of his orange tights and slipped them down, over his hips.

And I was suddenly staring right at a pair of hairy balls, and thick, soft cock, poking right at my face.

No. No, no, no, no...

"Not his mouth!" I heard Linda shout from across the room. "And wrap that rascal!"

"’Kay!"

Lispy ripped open a condom package and rolled the rubber on. The he squirted some lube onto his hand and started to jack off. When he was hard he waddled around behind me.

Oh God, no...

His sticky hands untied and pulled open my costume. He rubbed his slimy cock into my ass, greasing me up. I tried to wiggle away, but he grabbed me around the waist with both of his arms, pinning me in place.

"Hold still," he whispered, and pushed his dick into me with a grunt.

My entire body spasmed, and my head smacked back into the hard wood.

"MMMMgggg!"

"Ahhhooowww. You’re a tight boy, aren’t you?"

Lispy wormed his way into my ass, with slow, hard thrusts. His fingers played with my cock while he slowly fucked me, then reached completely under me and lightly grabbed my balls.

"Oh, yeah..."

He squeezed my balls and screwed me. When he started to get really excited he stopped playing with me, dug his fingers into my waist and bent over my back. He pounded into me as hard as he could, slamming my shoulders into the cross-bars locking me into the stockade.

"YESSS!!!"

Lispy pulled out suddenly, and a second later warm fluid spurted over my ass.

Then the cowboy-biker duo stepped up.

"All finished, Pard'ner?"

"Enjoy yourselves, boys!"

I watched the cowboy slip underneath me. His head brushed my chest and his hat fell off, and then he sucked my cock into his mouth. The biker took the time to grab a condom, and then his huge dick was filling my ass.

It felt like I was being ripped apart.

"Fuck him, Baby," the cowboy slurped. He reached around and pulled my ass cheeks open. "Yee-Haw! Pound that little ass."

And so it went.

Unfortunately, the night was just beginning.

 

Hours later, I hung limply from my prison. My ass burned like it was on fire.

All the party-goers had long since departed, except for Desiree.

Right now, he was sitting on the chair in front of me with his legs crossed, his hands folded demurely on his knee, swinging his shoe from his toes as he twirled his foot in a slow circle.

Watching me.

"What are you going to do with your little trophy?" He asked Linda, who was walking around, picking up.

Linda shrugged.

"I’m not sure yet. He said he wanted to come to the party, but I haven’t asked him if he wants to stay tonight."

Desiree smiled and smoothed out his skirt, and gracefully shifted his legs, teasing me.

He yawned theatrically and stretched, throwing back his head and pushing his arms straight into the air. His breasts were enormous, and he had a tiny little waist, which made them look even larger. The tight dress he wore barely restrained his tits; in fact, it emphasized them. He caught me looking and grinned, cupping his breasts with his hands and giving them a little bounce.

"I think he likes my titties." He toyed with a thin spaghetti strap that kept falling down over his shoulder. He smiled and licked his full lips. "Would you like to see them, baby?"

Linda stood next to me, and unzipped my mask.

"Now that everyone’s gone, why don’t we take this off?"

She pulled the mask off and let it fall to the floor.

"Oh! What a beautiful boy!" grinned Desiree.

He slid off the chair and crawled over the floor to me, until I could feel his breath on my face. He reached out and smoothed back my hair, then gently kissed my forehead.

"So pretty," he murmured, and slipped the straps of his dress over his arms.

Desiree cupped his breasts with his arms, pushing them into my face. The sequins covering his dress scraped my face for a second, and then the cool, smooth feel of a silk slip, and then the warm flesh of his bare skin. He played with my hair and I heard a click, and then a huge weight eased from my neck. It took me a moment to realize that Linda had removed the bar holding me down. And then my legs gave out, and I collapsed to the floor with a thump.

"Poor baby. Looks like you’ve had a rough night." Desiree stood up and kicked off his shoes. "Why don’t we take you upstairs and clean you up."

He pulled up his dress and stepped around the stockade, then bent over picked me up like I was a child. He threw me backwards over his shoulder and marched upstairs, right into the bathroom, and stood me up in the shower. He pulled off the hospital gown and tossed it in a clothes-hamper sitting by the sink.

Linda turned on the water, and I was too weak to fight as they bathed me. Hot, rust brown water swirled down the drain as they rinsed my legs and buttocks. My ass stung when the water ran over it. After they finished, Desiree toweled me dry and then they handcuffed my wrists together again, and let me use the toilet.

"Poor baby," he turned to Linda. "Does he know?"

Know what? I wondered.

Linda shook her head.

"I haven’t told him. I’m sure he thinks that I’m like you."

What the hell were they talking about?

Desiree flushed the toilet for me and led me back into the bedroom. The bedding was clean; someone had changed the sheets to a soft pink satin, instead of the black silk. He pushed me onto the bed and they locked me up again. The sheets were cold underneath me, and I shivered.

They both sat on opposite sides of the bed and smiled at me.

"So. Is that what you think?" Desiree asked.

I looked at each of them. Bewildered.

"That she’s like me?"

Desiree stood and slipped out of his dress until it pooled around his ankles. The silk slip followed right after. Underneath, he was just wearing a black garter belt to hold up his stockings. His tits were full and firm, bigger than anything I’d seen outside of a porno movie, with dark brown nipples. I could see the light discoloration around the side of his breast, where the scarring from his implants had healed. His penis was already hard, and stuck out a good foot from his crotch.

"A woman trapped in a man’s body?"

I couldn’t take my eyes off his penis. He eased back onto the bed, and started to gently stroke my stomach with his long, painted fingernails. His dick flopped over his thigh and rested half on the bed, and his tits pressed into my side.

He looked at Linda.

"Why don’t you show him?"

Linda smiled at me and stood up. She was still dressed in her nurses’ costume. She unclipped the little white cap and tossed it on the dresser, then reached behind her back and unzipped the starched white uniform. She pulled it down over her round hips, and I felt my cock suddenly twitch.

Desiree noticed too, and his light touch eased down my belly until his fingertips lightly ran up and down the length of my dick. I groaned around my gag when Linda stood up straight. Now wearing just her undies, she looked like something right out of a wet dream.

"Bra first, honey," Desiree said.

Linda nodded, and unhooked her white, push-up bra. It unsnapped in the front, and she slid the straps down her slim arms and let it fall. She stood smiling at me with her back arched and her chest thrust forward. She licked her fingers and pinched her little, pink nipples until they were stiff.

"Look at them, Sweetie," Desiree prompted. "Those are the real deal, Sugar."

I glanced at him, and he grinned. Then he looked back at Linda.

"Now the panties."

Linda bent and rolled her white g-string down her legs and stepped out of it, leaving her wearing just white stockings and a matching garter belt. She stood again, demurely sucking a finger and playing with her cock.

I watched her get hard.

"Now, that’s real too. Isn’t it, Linda?"

Linda smiled and nodded.

"Come closer." Desiree stopped caressing my dick, and motioned Linda to step closer to my face. "There. Good. Now turn around and bend over."

I seemed to be having a hard time breathing. Linda twirled on the ball of her foot, bent over and spread her ass cheeks. She wiggled her butt, and I got a nice view of her asshole, her balls and her dick and...her...

Pussy?

Linda’s hand moved under her crotch and slipped between her legs. She rubbed her pussy lips and slipped her middle finger inside. It came out slick, and she turned around and licked it clean.

"See? A little bit of everything. Just for us."

She smiled at me and Desiree patted my crotch. Linda crawled onto the bed and straddled me. She closed her eyes and licked her lips, raising her bottom slightly.

"A little higher," Desiree said, and he gripped the base of my cock.

I felt myself slide into Linda. She sat down with a slow grind of her hips, and her fingernails scraped my chest.

God. She was the tightest fit I’ve ever experienced. She fit me like a warm silk glove. She cuddled me, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissed me gently.

"Fuck me," she whispered, and began moving against me, stroking my hair.

"Thattaboy." Desiree stood up and opened the closet. He clicked on the light and bent over, and when he shut the doors he was smearing lube on his cock. He eased between my spread legs, behind Linda. I felt his dick push into my balls, and for a second, I thought he was going to try to fuck my ass.

I braced myself for the pain, imagining that huge dick ripping into my butt.

But it didn’t happen.

Instead, Linda moaned and squeezed me tighter, and I felt something big and hard pressing down on my cock. I opened my eyes.

Desiree was slowly easing himself into Linda’s asshole. Her face scrunched up with the effort of taking us both, and then he was lying on top of us. Linda was angled to my left, Desiree to my right, both of them kissing and caressing me. Linda smiled with an effort.

"L-let’s...t-take this off, too."

She unsnapped my gag, and Desiree pulled the red ball out of my mouth. My jaws cramped, and Linda massaged my face until they relaxed and I could close my mouth. For the first time in more than a day, I could speak.

"Please...stop..." I managed. But Desiree cupped my chin in his hand and tilted my face to his. His lips gently touched mine and Linda nuzzled her soft lips along my ear, teasing me with her tongue.

"Cum in me," she whispered, and her hands played with my body, sending little chills down my spine.

Desiree flicked his tongue in my mouth and I gasped. "It’s okay, baby," he said. "Just lay back and enjoy."

He smiled reassuringly, and I closed my eyes.

"Oh, God," I heard myself say, and I let them do whatever they wanted.

 

For the rest of the year, Linda brought me home with her on Friday nights, and occasionally Desiree would join us. When school ended and I graduated, Linda moved back to France, with her sister.

Desiree and I stayed in contact, a bit.

She asked me to stop calling her ‘him’, and eventually I began to think of her as a woman. She would bring me over to apartment and dress me up in whatever outfit tickled her fancy, and then we’d fuck. She seemed to enjoy my...exuberance.

One weekend, Linda flew in to spend a few days, and brought her sister with her.

By that time, I thought I knew what kinky was.

I had no idea.

On the days I didn’t spend with them, I tried to hang out with my buddies. I’d forgotten all about Cara and Keith, until one weekend when all of us - the guys, that is - decided to go to a strip bar.

"Yo! Dev! Wha’s up!"

Manning the door at ‘The Crop’ was Keith. He’d put on some weight over the last few months. His gut hung out over his baggy jeans, and he still drooled. He let us in with a discount and a good word with the waitress.

Nice of him.

A few watery sodas and a couple lap-dances later, we were feeling pretty relaxed. Then the D.J. announced some stripper named ‘Mercedes’, and cranked up the bump and grind music.

Three guesses who jumped on stage.

Cara saw me sitting in the crowd, and almost blew her act. She recovered nicely, though, and did a pretty good set. She knew how to work the pole, boy.

I shoved a dollar bill in her g-string, and decided to call it a night. I patted her butt and she smiled at me with sad, glazed eyes. I said goodbye to my friends. Only Mark and Dave managed to pry their eyes away from my stoned ex-girlfriend and her baby-doll outfit long enough to say goodnight.

I went home and called Desiree. It was late, but I was depressed and horny. She picked up after the second ring. I don’t think she ever slept.

"What’s wrong baby?" She asked. "Sounds like you need some sugar. Why don’t you come on over."

We hung up and I walked out to my car - Linda’s old VW. As I unlocked the door, I saw the lights go off a couple houses over. Ingrid. I hadn’t thought about her for months now.

For a second, I thought I caught a glimpse of her peeking out the living room window at me.

 

The next day I woke up late in the afternoon. It was broiling hot in my room.

I sat up and stretched, feeling groggy, and opened my window for some air, right as Ingrid power-walked by my house.

She must’ve heard the window, because she stopped and looked around. I unlatched the screen and pushed it up, then stuck my head out of the window.

"Hey. It’s just me," I said.

She smiled and waved, then her face turned pink and her hand jumped to her mouth. She grinned at me, then turned on her heel and almost ran home.

"What?" I wondered.

When I was standing back in my room, I realized it might’ve been a good idea to put some clothes on before I opened the window. Then I remembered Ingrid’s little grin before she walked away, and my dick twitched.

"Heh." I laughed to myself. "You liked it."

I thought for a minute, and then opened my closet. Buried in the back under a ton of junk was the box John had given me before he left, almost a year ago. I pulled it out and dug around in it until I found what I was looking for. I tossed the little package in the air and caught it, then went to take a shower.

 

An hour later, feeling refreshed and frisky, I went to visit Ingrid, carrying two tall glasses of iced tea with me.

I found her sitting cross-legged in the shade provided by our mutual neighbor’s house, weeding her flower beds. Even in the shade, the heat was smothering. She was still wearing her walking outfit; the same tank top, short-short combo she always wore, and she was covered in a glistening sheen of sweat.

"Hey."

Ingrid jumped.

"Oh!" She grinned at me and tucked a bit of damp hair behind her ear. "Devin! You startled me!"

"Sorry," I said, and handed her the glass in my right hand. "I saw you from my back yard and thought you might like something cold to drink."

"Oh. Well, thank you." She accepted the glass and took a small sip. She smacked her lips, and took a big gulp. "Mmm. That’s very good."

"Cheers." I sipped from my own glass. "I’m glad you like it. My mom brews a pitcher for me every morning before she goes to work. By the time I wake up it’s pretty tasty."

She swirled the ice in her glass and took another sip.

"This is so good. Devin, this was so thoughtful of you! Oh! Why don’t we take our drinks to the backyard and sit down?"

"Okay."

She held out her hand and I awkwardly helped her up.

"I put out some chairs on the patio," she said, wiping grass off her butt. "I...I didn’t expect anyone to visit, but..." she trailed off, frowning.

"But here I am."

That made her smile again.

"Yes. Here you are. I suppose I was hoping...that someone might come by."

A small rod-iron table was set up on the concrete patio. A faded umbrella was stuck through the glass top and three white chairs with worn, faded pillows tossed on the seats stood in the shade.

"Hey, let me get that."

I set my glass on the table and pulled out a chair for her. Ingrid settled in, and I sat down opposite her. She used both hands to tuck her hair back again and took another sip of her drink. She was already half finished.

Ingrid noticed that I was looking at her glass and smiled.

"Thank you."

"Sure. It’s that good, huh? I asked. "I guess I shoulda brought the whole pitcher."

She giggled, and then blinked, like she’d just surprised herself by laughing.

"So...how is your summer? She asked. Seemed like she didn’t know quite what to make of my showing up.

"Good. Pretty good." I cleared my throat. "Hey, I, uh, I wanted to apologize for this afternoon. I mean..."

"Do...do you usually open windows without wearing any clothes?"

Her hand shot up to her mouth. I didn’t know exactly what I’d laced her drink with. It didn’t look like the stuff John had used before, but it seemed to be working.

I decided to push the conversation.

"Well, no. Just when a sexy neighbor walks by. My exhibitionist nature gets the better of me."

Her eyebrows flew up and her jaw dropped. Then she blushed again.

And then she grinned.

"You...I...I’m not sexy."

Well, well. I thought that comment was going to be way too forward.

"Sure you are."

"No." She stared at her glass for a second. "Really?"

"Yup." Wow. Okay, I thought. Here goes nothing. "I like watching you walk. You look great in that outfit." I threw my hands up and leaned back in my chair. "Amazing."

"I...I...well," she cleared her throat. "I’ve seen you out on your deck sometimes. Sunbathing? You...remind me of my husband. Your body, I mean. I...I mean, you look nice and tan..."

Ingrid blinked at me, blushing. She glanced away from me and took a long drink. When she finished, what was left of the ice cubes clinked around in the bottom of her glass. She rubbed the back of her neck, then hugged herself and crossed her legs.

"Really?" I asked.

Ingrid nodded but didn’t say anything.

I didn’t take my eyes off her. She was breathing rapidly, taking small, shallow gulps of air. She glanced at my crotch, then quickly looked away. I didn’t know how to play this, so I decided to change the subject.

"Anyway." I leaned forward and drew a smiley face with my finger in the condensation on the table. "Have you heard from John?"

It took her a second to answer. She was staring at my hands, and shook herself back to attention.

"I-I’m sorry. What?"

"Have you talked to John lately?"

She shook her head.

"No. Johnny...hasn’t called, or..."

She was swaying a little: forward, then back. She blinked again and rubbed her forehead.

"Uh...are you okay?" I asked.

"I don’t...I don’t know. I..." She swallowed with an effort. "I feel dizzy."

"Maybe the heat’s getting to you. Do you want me to help you inside?"

She nodded.

"Yes, please. I..."

Ingrid tried to stand, but her legs buckled. I managed to catch her before she fell, and propped her up with my arm around her waist.

"Whoo. That’s not good. Is your backdoor unlocked?

"Y-yes."

"Okay. Let’s take this kinda slow."

She wrapped her arm around my shoulder. I put my free hand on her stomach and guided her towards the door. Getting her through the screen door was kind of awkward, but I managed to lug her to the living room. I pushed the coffee table out of the way with my foot and helped her stretch out on the couch.

"I’m sorry. I feel so odd, like...like..."

Ingrid rubbed her temples. I sat on the floor next to her and held her hand. It felt hot and clammy. Little beads of moisture ran down her face and neck, and a small pool of sweat collected in the groove between her breasts. I was glad she wasn’t looking at me, because I was having a hard time taking my eyes off her chest.

Her nipples were hard as rocks.

"Can I get you a cold towel or something?"

She squirmed a little. Her voice was hoarse when she spoke.

"I’m so hot..."

"I’m going to take off your shoes, okay?"

She nodded.

I untied her shoe laces and pulled her sneakers off and tossed them to the side. Her socks followed, and I went into the kitchen and found a dish towel hanging above the sink. I turned on the tap and let the cold water run until it was as cool as it would get, then soaked the towel and rinsed it out. I carried it back to the living room and laid it on her forehead.

"Thank you."

Ingrid reached out and stroked my face, smiling at me.

I was already really horny - I’d had a hard-on since seeing her that afternoon, and taking a cold shower did nothing to help calm it down. When she touched me, my dick perked up and shot out of the top of me shorts.

She couldn’t stop squirming. Her legs twitched and slid up and down on the cushions, rubbing together. She closed her eyes and let her hand drop from my face to her chest, where it rested on her right breast.

I picked up and re-folded the towel, and I smoothed back her damp hair. Her eyes fluttered, but she didn’t say anything. I decided to take a chance. I leaned over and kissed her as gently as I could.

Her body immediately responded. Her eyes popped open and she grunted, jerking her head into the pillow. I pulled back to find her staring at me with a shocked expression on her face.

"Devin! What...? Why did you do that?"

I smiled reassuringly.

"I told you. I think you’re beautiful, and I...I just wanted to kiss you."

Her eyes fluttered again. She was having a hard time staying focused.

"Devin, that...that’s not right. Please don’t..."

I kissed her again.

Her hand touched my chest, but she didn’t try to push me away. Maybe she didn’t have the energy. But then her lips parted, tentatively, and she let out a whoosh of air.

Suddenly both her arms were wrapped around my neck, and she was writhing against me. I grinned and pushed my tongue into her mouth. She moaned, deep in her throat, and began sucking my tongue, nibbling at it like it was a ripe strawberry. I kissed her lips, her eyes, and the tip of her chin. She bent her head back and I nuzzled her neck, letting my tongue drift down her sweaty chest.

"N-no..."

Ingrid was clutching me, her breasts rising into my face as I bit at her nipples through the satin tank top. The towel fell from her head onto the floor, and my left hand slid over her flat belly and down her shorts. I cupped her crotch, working my fingers under her shorts and the elastic band of her panties until I could gently stroke her pussy.

"Oh!"

This time she did push me away, planting both her hands on my shoulders and shoving me until her arms locked.

"What’s wrong? Don’t you like that?" I asked.

Her eyes were wide, and she clamped her legs together around my hand, which was still tangled in her shorts.

"Please. Devin, stop. This isn’t right."

I didn’t answer. I learned a few things in my time with Linda and Desiree. Instead, I slipped a finger into her pussy and grinned down at her.

"Oh...G-G-God..."

Her eyes lost focus and her whole body started trembling. Her cunt was soaking wet, and my finger slid right in. Her hands curled into fists, and she pulled herself against me. Her legs had my wrist pinned, but I was able to slowly slip my finger in and out, and instead of trying to shove me away again, her hips began to move, and she kissed me hard, shoving her tongue into my mouth.

"Mmm-mmm! Mmm!"

Her legs relaxed and she spread them open, letting one leg fall off the edge of the couch, giving me full access to her pussy. I slipped two more fingers in and her pussy clenched, smashing them into each other. I used my thumb to find her clit and started to gently circle her little nib, rubbing it until she groaned.

A warm gush of her pussy juice soaked my hand and her panties.

"Please stop..." she begged. "Please..."

I looked at her crotch. Her shorts were wet up to her belly.

"Do you really want me to stop?" I asked, and flicked her clit, causing another little flood. "Or can I take these wet things off for you?"

Ingrid squeezed her eyes shut and didn’t answer. Then she dropped back on the couch and averted her eyes, still quiet.

"Well?" I gave her shorts a little tug.

She bit her lip and nodded, and I slipped them down her legs. She kicked out of them, letting them fall to the floor, and then I pulled down her panties. I tossed those onto the coffee table. I petted her soft, light blonde pubic hair and her breath hissed between her teeth.

"You’re so pretty," I said, stroking her. "I...I’ve thought about this for a long time."

She wouldn’t look at me, but her legs were spread open. Inviting me.

I stood and unzipped my shorts. I kicked off my sandals, stepped out of my shorts and pulled off my underpants, then my t-shirt. She kept her head turned as I knelt between her legs.

I was so excited; my dick was actually bouncing up and down, twitching.

"Ingrid."

She shook her head.

"Ingrid. Look at me."

I had to cup her chin in my hand and turn her head. She squeezed her eyes tighter and balled her hands into fists. Mentally, I shrugged.

"You...you drugged me. You put something in my drink. I can tell...just like Johnny used to do..."

That stopped me. I was lying on top of her with her right leg over my shoulder. Her left leg was still dangling off the couch, and I was guiding my dick to her pussy.

"What?"

She never opened her eyes.

"Just like my Johnny," she whispered. "Such a bad boy."

That line triggered a bad memory. Then she grabbed my ass and pulled me into her.

"Ingrid!" I tried to roll off, but she wrapped both her arms around me and lifted her leg, tangling it between mine. "Hey!"

Her hips were grinding against me now. Her pussy was warm and wet, and it gripped my cock, pulsing. Her eyes fluttered open.

"Make me happy, Johnny... Make mommy happy..." she moaned, and clamped her mouth over mine.

It might not’ve been the strangest sex I’ve had. But Ingrid didn’t stop calling me Johnny the entire time.

Frankly, I didn’t care.

She came minutes later, bucking against me, her nails scratching my back.

I rolled us off the couch onto the floor. I lay on my back with her on top of me. I made sure I was still buried inside her, then I pulled off her tank top. Underneath she was wearing a light cotton bra. I didn’t bother unhooking it. I just pulled the straps over her shoulders and yanked the cups under her tits.

"Oh, yeah," I grinned, and pulled her close and kissed her nipples.

Her hair was plastered to her sweaty face, and she swayed back and forth while I sucked her tits. But she kept up a slow grind, her hands clutching my shoulders until I came.

Then she just collapsed on me, panting. I slowly relaxed, and after a while I felt moisture on my chest. I looked down to find her weeping. She was staring at me. Something made me take her hand in mine, and I kissed it.

"You think I’m beautiful?" She asked.

I could feel myself getting hard again. Her pussy was still twitching, and moisture trickled over my hips. I rolled her over onto her back and kissed her. She made a purring sound and tangled her hands in my hair. When I came up for air my dick was throbbing again, and I grinned.

"I think you’re hot."

She blinked again. Then she grinned.

"Did you like having your way with me?"

I answered by hooking both her legs around my neck. I fucked her that way until I came, and instead of filling her cunt with spunk, I pulled out and shot my load over her belly.

"I like fucking you," I said. "A lot."

Her eyes were closed again. But this time she was smiling.

Later, we were lying on her bed, snuggling. She had her head on my belly, and was gently playing with my cock and my balls.

"I was going to be moving back home, to Germany, in the fall." She looked up at me. "I suppose you would like me to stay now."

"What?"

"Well...I thought...now that we are lovers...you would want me to stay here, with you."

Huh?

"Who said...what are you talking about?"

She crawled on top of me and pressed her pussy down on my cock, smashing it flat against my belly. She licked her lips and grinned.

"If we are not lovers, then you raped me."

Oh shit.

"When Johnny went to jail, I cleaned his room and found his hiding place. But I did not find any drugs. I knew he must have had some that night we had dinner together. I wondered what he did with them." She was slowly rubbing her pussy along my cock as she spoke. Her cunt was getting really wet. "If I went to the police now, I’m sure they would find Johnny’s drugs somewhere in your home."

I swallowed around the lump in my throat, and felt my dick responding to her, despite this turn of events.

"The same drugs that a simple test would show to be in my body now, and traces of which are sure to be in the glass you gave me to drink. What do you think the police might say if they found these things, and I told them that you had sex with me?"

"I...I thought you liked it..."

Ingrid grinned and eased me back inside her soft, velvety pussy.

"I did."

"What...what do you want...?"

She didn’t answer. She just took her time with me. Teasing me. She leaned over and kissed me, and I stared up at the ceiling while she fucked me.

Jesus. What the hell did I get myself into this time?

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

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

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

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

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

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

"How old?"

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

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

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

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

"No you’re right, it’s sweltering!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What do you mean?"

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

"How big was he?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She smiled from up above me.

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

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

"Did she enjoy it?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh sorry, -KIMMY!!"

"MUM!!!!!"

"What the hell are you doing here?"

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

“Oh goodness, Jason, no fret I interrupted you and was kind enough to let me in.” As I leaned in to kiss her cheek I could almost swear I could smell the cum on her breath but I knew it was my imagination. I looked back to Mom and asked if the needed a refill and her affirmative answer directed me to the kitchen were the kettle was still hot. I poured anther pot and headed back to the living room.

The conversation the two ladies were having ran a shiver down my spine. “I know we were supposed to go out to dinner tonight, Connie but I didn’t know the sink would stop up and I beg to reschedule our plans. And that was why I asked if Jason could come over and see if he could help.”

My Mom quickly responded, “Why not call a plumber, Lois they are professional and I’m not sure Jason is capable of unstopping your sink.”

“I hate to call a plumber this late in the day; it would cost me a fortune. If he can’t help I call on Monday and suffer through the weekend.”

Mom relented and as I walked in the room Mom looked over and explained Mrs. Hansen’s problem and asked if I would mind going over and helping. Goosebumps rose on my arms as I mused that maybe this would be an opportunity to lose my virginity but I tried to remain calm as I spoke. “I’d be glad to help.” After what you did a while ago I thought looking straight at Mrs. Hansen it’s the least I can do.

Mom smiled at me and said, “Well, I guess its dinner alone for this lonely widow.” I hoped and prayed that Mom would not invite herself and was relieved when she continued, “There is a movie on tonight and since our plans have changed I will grab a quick bite and curl up on the couch.”

“Jason, go change out of those shorts and put on something more respectable of you are going to Mrs. Hansen’s.”

Mrs. Hansen was quick to the rescue and immediately spoke, “Nonsense, Connie he will probably get dirty anyway, no use ruining good clothes.” I was still standing a few feet from the ladies seated and when I looked to Mrs. Hansen she was staring at my crotch and I noticed the same glimmer as before and I had to set the pot down and turn away as I felt myself getting turned on by the way Mrs. Hansen eyed the bulge tucked inside my tight jean shorts.

I started to run up the stairs and yelled back over my shoulder, “Give me a minute to grab my wallet and house key and I’ll be ready when you are, Mrs. Hansen.” After grabbing the essentials I took down the stairs two at a time and reentered were the ladies were just as Mom and Mrs. Hansen were hugging.

“You take good care of Mrs. Hansen, Jason and call me if you are going to be late.” “Don’t you worry, Connie I’m sure Jason will be good to me.” She said this with a smirk on her face that only I could see.

Mom waved good bye as I held the car door open for Mrs., Hansen. “My, what a gentleman.” Uh Huh I had ulterior motives because I was trying to get a glimpse of her legs, but I didn’t let on and boy did I get a surprise. She not only showed some leg, she hiked up the dress a little and very un-lady like sat on the seat and swung her legs in one at a time. I saw a small glimpse of panty as her leg was swinging in to get settled with the other.

I quickly closed her door and ran to the passenger side and got in before my fledgling erection became noticeable. We drove off towards Mrs. Hansen’s house and as she drove I couldn’t help staring at her bare legs. She hadn’t bothered to pull her dress back down and she caught me staring. “You like my legs, Jason?”

 The sexy tone in her voice kept me from embarrassment and I replied huskily,” Yes, Mrs. Hansen I think your legs are beautiful.”  “Would you like to tough my leg, Jason?” I couldn’t answer, my throat was dry and I was so excited at the thought of touching this mature woman that all I could do was tentatively reach out and rest my hand just above her knee.

“That feels nice, Jason.” She put her hand on top of mine and drew my hand to her thigh and whispered, “Have you felt a woman’s pussy before, Jason?” With that my hand was drawn up to the top of her panties where I could feel they were hot and moist. Oh God, I though I’m going to blow a wad before I get a feel. I squeezed my ass cheeks together to keep from cumming in my pants. I let my middle finger explore lower down the cleft of her crack and I could feel a great deal of moisture.

“You make me so wet, Jason. Pull the leg of my panties aside and touch me.” I did as she asked and when my finger delved into the slit I was amazed at the wetness. I felt proud that I was making her this horny but I was also encouraged by this so I snaked my finger in until I felt the entrance to her canal and shoved my middle finger all the way into her until my palm was flat against her mound. I felt the car swerve some and I looked at Mrs. Hansen’s face and her eyelids were almost closed.

“Should we pull over Mrs. Hansen?”

“Yesss,” she mumbled, and quickly turned into an alley behind a shopping mall and pulled the car to a stop behind a row of dumpsters. She killed the lights and shut off the car. Her legs spread and gave me access to her womanly charms. I tool full advantage and started to pull my middle finger out until just the tip was embedded in her and forcefully rammed my finger back in to the hilt. “Take my panties down, Jason, hurry your finger feels so good in me, I need to cum so bad.”

She lifted her butt off the car seat and I pulled until her panties were around her ankles and she kicked off her shoes and used her foot to remove them completely. That was when I noticed her smell and it was intoxicating. I had never smelled anything like it and my tool was straining to rip my zipper apart. I continued with renewed energy and added another finger to the fuck I was giving her.

Her hips were straining up to meet my fingers and she literally fucked my hand, her juices were abundant and dripping down my wrist. “Oh God your fingers feel good, Jason I am about to cum.” I wanted to experiment a little so I massaged the top of her mound with my thumb and when I encountered the bump at the top center her hips flailed and she cried out. “Yes Jason there. My clit Jason massage my clit.” Taking one dripping finger out her hole I brought it up and flicked her button and the other finger felt the walls of the pussy contract. Another small jolt of juice surrounded my finger.

“Mrs. Hansen can I lick you? I want to make you feel as good as you did me earlier.”

“Oh yes, Jason please lick my pussy.” I removed my fingers from her hole and got out of the car and ran to her side. She brought her legs around the outside of the car door and spread wide. I dropped to my knees and felt the initial grounding of the asphalt skinning me and my first thought was I should have listened to Mom and changed. But even though the knees were suffering nothing was going to stop me from licking my first pussy.

I brought my nose closer to her cunt and sniffed deeply. My dick jumped in my pants in response and I lightly touched her slit with the tip of my tongue and blew warm air into her wetness. Oh what a sweet taste, I love this taste I thought, and I explored further. I stuck my tongue as far as I could up her juicy canal and started tongue fucking Mrs. Hansen feverishly. I reached up with both hands and spread the lips apart and ran my thumb up against her clit.

“Ohhh my God, Jason that feels so good lick me, honey, lick me harder.” I removed my tongue from her hole and flicked up against her clit as she reached down and grabbed my head in both hands and ground her pussy hard against my face. My nose bumped against her pubic bone and although it hurt a little I did not draw back. I increased the tempo against the little button and she was undulating so much I strained to keep my tongue against her and licked harder.

“Ohh yessss, I’m cummimg, lick me, lick me.” I felt the first onslaught of her juices flow against my chin and drip down the crack of her ass. I did not slow licking her and I tried to drink the copious nectar down. She must have become sensitive because she cried, “Stop, Jason I can’t take anymore.” I set back on my haunches and I noticed her eyes were closed and she had a contented look on her face. “That was good; I haven’t felt that good in a long time, Jason.” I smiled sheepishly and when she reached her arms out I fell against her and she hugged me tightly.

She looked into my eyes and bent down and kissed me lightly on my lips and proceeded to lick her cum from my face. My cock started to spew sperm and I was quickly drenched down my leg. It was worth it I thought I got to eat a pussy for the first time and I got a blow job earlier, what could be better? Then I heard, “Let’s hurry home Jason, I want you.”

Most of the deliveries were on my bike, Chris my Dad had made a satchel that fitted on the side of my bike, it was easy to pick out the magazines and hand them over at each of the house’s I came to.

 

On one of my calls, I had to drop at Thatches Manor, a rather large house set back a fair distance from the road.

It was a very sultry hot day, with very little air movement. I was wearing a tight T-shirt, a rather gungee green colour, with a pair of shorts to match. As I approached the house down the long drive, I saw ahead of me a man riding a lawn mower type tractor.

Hey, he shouted what are you doing here. I have a free newspaper for you, I said sounding really fed up, the expression in my face was rather similar.

Oh you sound fed up he smiled, with a beaming set of teeth and a friendly sun-tanned face.

Well I am so hot, I retorted.

Come up to the kitchen and I will get you a cold drink to quench your thirst, he said with that bright smile. I could do with one myself he replied.   In the kitchen he poured out a long glass of fresh orange, I am Major Carter or Bob to you he said.

It was difficult to put an age to him. He was older than my father was, by how much I could not tell.

He stood about six-foot quite slim hips and waist and his chest flared in a sort of V shape. My name is Bonny Lake, you may call me Bon, I said cheekily.

What were you a Major in? I asked him. Well certainly not the Sally Army he said with that mischievous voice. I instantly liked him.

Well young woman, sorry Bon he corrected himself. I have to get on with that dratted lawn I hate driving that machine, it is such a pain driving up and down my mind goes blank after a while on that thing. Walking briskly back to the lawn, I had to almost run to keep up with his large strides.

I used to drive my Uncle John’s tractor I think they are great, I Said.

Would you like to drive mine, Bob asked her.

Yes please, I said jumping into the driving seat straight away. I had better show you, which is which.

Its OK Bob, Uncle John’s was a Lawnflite same as yours. I said to him rather chirpy. Before he could say anymore, I was across the large front drive and onto the main lawn. I drove for almost twenty minutes, putting nice straight lines across the grass. Uncle John was fastidious about his lawn’s they had to look like Wimbledon, I shouted to Bob.

I pulled up by the large double garage. Bob whistled his appreciation, that looks great he said with admiration in his voice, where on earth did you learn to cut the grass like that he said.

My Uncle John, I told him with a big smile on my face, he always remarked if a job is worth doing, then do it well.

Would you like a summer job doing this for me each week? He asked. I enjoyed seeing that tight bum of yours bouncing on the tractor seat he said, smiling at me. Sure, I said. I would love to.

Well I have to get the rear lawn done as well, could you come over tomorrow? Bob asked.

What else do you expect me to do for you I asked him with a cheeky smile?

We will have to see when you get her wont we.

OK but I will have to clear it with my Mom and Dad, I said to him. My Dad keeps a tight reign on me these days.

I wonder why? Bob asked. His hand was smoothing the side of my bum, his other hand had moved up to my breast and he was gently caressing the nipple and tweaking it, I felt really happy and turned on. My own hand had wandered down to the bulge appearing in his shorts. It will be nice to see more of this I said looking at him coyly.

See you tomorrow, I shouted as I began the ride home.

 

I was in such a good mood when I arrived home. I told Mom and Dad about the job Bob had asked me to do and if they would say it was OK to do it.

Dad said he would telephone the Major and clear it with him. When Dad came back into the kitchen, he was beaming all over his face. Major Bob thinks you are the best lawnmower driver this side of London. He as never seen his lawn look so pristine.

He is going to pay you £7.00 for your time.

Great I shouted punching the air that is more than I am paid for those stupid magazines. I will chuck that in as soon as I get paid I said.

 

The next day I arrived at Thatches and set about the back lawns. I finished them in just over an hour. The sweat was pouring off me, from the heat off the mower and it was very humid.

Bob brought cold drinks out, you look very hot, and you have earned this he said passing me a cold orange juice. If you want to swim, help your self he said nodding to the pool, at the corner of the house. Pity I said but I have no swimming gear. Oh you may find something in the little changing bay near the shed. He said going back towards the house; I will probably come for a dip in a while he said. I raced over to the pool, it was not very big, but it looked inviting.

I looked at the swimwear in the changing room, I found a two piece bikini dark yellow with a white slash. It was a size to big, but it was the only one to cover me and not fall off. I dived into the pool and swam up and down for a few minutes; I felt so much coolers.

The sun was high in the sky and I saw a shadow go across my sight, not to cold is it Bob asked from the side. No its fantastic I shouted to him, he sat on the chair near the poolside. I got out of the pool, grabbed the towel off the side, and began to dry my hair. That costume you got on does you proud he said.

It is a little big but it does the job I retorted. Are you coming in? I asked him. Well the problem is I only ever swim in the nude so I have no trunks. No problem I laughed, I prefer to swim in the nude as well. With that, I yanked my swimming suit off and dived into the pool.

Bob followed almost at once, I could see, he was extremely well blessed, in the prick department. He arrived at my shoulder, did you have a good look he asked with a smirk in is voice.

Of course I said, no more than you looked me over I bet. Well you are very young a child in fact, to be eyeing up men he said.

Yes, well I can feel you do not think of me as a young child I said to him, holding his prick in my hand feeling it getting bigger.

With that, I got out of the pool and lay down on the towel. He got out and came over wrapping a towel around his waist. You should be more careful I said someone from the house might see you.

Oh, they are all out today, gone to market. You should be careful he said to me, you could get a powerful burn in this heat.

Well do you have any sun lotion?

There should be some here he mumbled, here it is he said in triumph. He came over and offered it to me.

Will you rub it in for me, I asked him?

You are a little vixen he laughed at me, he began to rub the lotion into my shoulders and my back, and I could feel the strength of his fingers kneading my back. His fingers slipped to my firm buttocks, I sighed at the feelings it was sending through my body. His fingers slipped into the crack of my buttocks, my legs spread open and I could feel his fingers sliding over the lips of my sex, then his finger burrowed inside the folds of my wet cunt lips, just for an instant my body melted and I felt my juices pour out of me. I turned over quickly onto my back, he towered over me I put my arms around his neck and brought him down onto my lips. His mighty hands moulded around my breasts and my nipples burned with his touch, his tongue filled my mouth. I twisted back and forth.

 

I had never felt such emotions and feelings in my life before now. He was on his knees in front of me the towel had gone, I twisted myself around laying in front of him with my face near to his massive erection, my little hands took his hold of his prick.

It was pulsating and quivering, he pushed forwards and the skin over his prick moved back, and a massive bulbous head emerged. As he pulled back, it disappeared. I got the message, I began to pull and push back with both hands. His prick grew ever larger in my hands. I was now sat astride his body pulling his prick for all I was worth; He gently took his prick from me and laid me back wards. He opened my legs and he pushed his massive prick into my small cunt, I could feel it just inside me he moved it around and around and I felt the world was spinning out of control. Then he pushed in further and I spread my legs wider, I wanted this in me now. I pushed down on him and got another couple of inches. He pulled back and then pushed in again, my juices were pouring out around his prick, my body was racked with lust, He finally pushed right into me, I screamed a little and wrapped my legs around him keeping him there.

 

I had never had a prick as big as this I inside me before, neither had I ever felt such a large prick in my hands. Now I had done both, I expect that Bob must think I am a right old slapper. You do realise that you are the first one I have ever had sex with. I blurted out. Bob looked surprised, I had not thought about it he said. You certainly know how to use your body, he said. His face was a ruddy red and his breath was coming in great gasps. I am coming, he said thrusting harder into my cunt. With that, he pulled his prick out of my pulsating cunt and he shot his juice all over my belly. Ooh god he yelled as he thrust his prick in and out through his fingers. His white creamy juice still pumped out all over me. I got up and dived into the water, feeling the kick of the cold against my body. Christ this sex is the best thing in the whole world I was thinking to myself.

I got out of the pool and walked over to where Bob was laying back on his elbows, his prick was lying sort of limp and awkward, come here he called to me. I went over to him; kneel down here between my legs he said. I did as he asked. Now take my prick in your hands, massage it, rub it a little, and now take it in your mouth he commanded. I instantly obeyed. I could feel the blood in his organ begin to pulsate and thicken, as I sucked him into my mouth. His hand rested on my head and pushed me down further onto his prick as it was getting bigger. I could feel it at the back of my throat, the size of his prick in my mouth, was awesome, and I felt the power with in me as I sucked him.

He was at my mercy; I licked his shaft and then sucked him almost down into my belly. Bob’s breathing came in very long grasps; he seemed to be on the point of explosion. I sucked him so hard, my teeth biting him as I sucked. Then suddenly, he blasted his juice right into my mouth.

The sensation was euphoric , I gulped his come down my throat, almost as if it was orange juice, I continued to suck his prick until I could get no more nectar from him.

 

His whole body was drained, his skin seemed a little like a prune.

  Bob spoke for the first time; I have never in my life had such an orgasm.   He chortled.

The next few days were uninhibited sex, Bob took me at any time, and once in his kitchen he tried to stick his prick up my arse. It would not go in and the pain was unbearable.

One day, he told me that is wife and daughter were going to be here alone for a few weeks, because he had to go away on business, so they would have to look after the place, whilst he was away.

 

I have never met your wife and daughter I said tartly, well now is as good a time as ever, he said.

We went into the house, the sounds of a piano wafted over the house that is Lucy my wife, she spends hours playing and practising.

Next week she will be playing at Bournemouth. Oh, here is Alex; she arrived last night, home for her summer break.

 

Hello, Alex smiled at me, she had the most amazing Almond eyes; she was the most beautiful person I had ever seen.

I met Alex’s mother in Singapore, Lucy is Eurasian, and Alex as inherited her mother’s beauty. Lucy came into the room, as if to confirm this. She to was like her daughter an absolute beauty. We talked for a while and I had to go, my parents were taking me to Reading to see a show this evening. See you tomorrow, Bob called as I pedalled up the drive.

 

Over the next few days I talked and got to know Alex quite well, she was two years older than I was, but we hit it off. Her mother was still reserved, I had been coming here for three weeks and I had only seen her once, she seemed to play her piano the whole daylong. Either that or she was away at a concert.

Lucy called me in from the garden one day, I have to be in London tonight for a fill in role, for one of the Orchestra members has gone sick. I have been asked to fill it is such short notice. Would you like to stay here with Alex and keep her company whilst I am away?

You will have to call my Mother and ask, I said to her. A while later, she came out and said that Mom had said it was fine, but I should go home and fetch some clean clothes.

If you like I will run you there in the car, Lucy offered. I was stunned and pleased. In the car, Lucy talked endlessly about her music and the fact that she had her big break tonight. We picked up my clothes, my parents were very impressed to meet Lucy, and my father’s eyes were like organ stops, when he saw how beautiful she was.

On the way back to Lucys, she asked me if I would watch Alex. Because Alex had a tendency to sleepwalk which was unnerving at times? Lucy left for London almost as soon as we got back.

It was very hot; I asked Alex if she was going for a swim, no I am going to use the power shower she said. What is a power shower? I asked her.

Oh, it is one of Dads precious toys; he had fitted in the bathroom. Come on I will show you.

We went up stairs to the bathroom, it was fitted out in marble. The bath was gigantic; the shower was as big as our bathroom at home. There were nozzles everywhere.

Alex pressed a series of buttons and turned a knob and a cascade of water came from all sides.

Alex stepped past me; she had undressed behind me. She was a raving beauty. Her breasts were taught and pouting, like two large pears. Her body was a pale almond colour; her sex mound had a slight covering of downy hair. Her jet-black hair cut short like a man gave her a majestic look.

Why don’t you come in she called from the cascade of water. I pulled my clothes off in a daze I stepped into the shower; I was instantly enveloped by cascade of water. Its great isn't it, Alex said in my ear, yes I felt my breath catch in my mouth.

Her hands lay gently on my shoulders, would you like me to soap you, her breath was hot in my ear. I could not speak I nodded.

She began to soap my back and shoulders; she gently lathered the soap over my breasts. These are so nice and juicy for a girl so young she purred her fingers were now sliding down into the crack of my cunt. I was very wet as she soon found.

Oh, someone likes to play, she whispered sexily in my ear, her lips moved to the corner of my lips.

Her tongue pushed its way into my mouth, entwining itself around mine. Her fingers were seeking out my clitoris, when she found it; she twanged it like a guitar. I was gyrating my cunt onto her fingers.

My hands were at her gorgeous tits, pulling and tweaking her big nipples. My hand fell to her cunt; I sank my fingers deep inside her. Was she wet, she cried out with pleasure?

 

Let us go to my room, she pleaded; I want you on my bed. I am going to lick your sexy cunt.

When we dived on to her bed she proceeded to do just that. Her lips and tongue licked all over my wet throbbing cunt, her tongue was inside me like a snake.

She sucked me hard and long. I came all over her face, and she loved it. Alex jumped off the bed and ran over to her wardrobe; she came back with a cigar like thing all white and shiny. What is that? I asked. A dildo she replied, with that she pushed a switch on the end and it began to vibrate and buzz. She placed on it my right nipple the sensation was electric.

Very quickly, she moved it down my body and was teasing my clit, she began pushing it inside me, and the thrill was sensational.

My body began to shake and vibrate in tune with the dildo. I found that I had a big orgasm within minutes. I took the dildo off Alex and began to do to her what she did to me. After a while, we fell a sleep, totally exhausted.

 

The doorbell awoke me and I shook Alex awake, oh that will be Doug and his mate Phil, Alex said getting dressed very quickly. She put on a wonderful sheer black cat suit made from a silk like material. It certainly showed her curves off to good effect. I put my cut off jeans and red blouse on; it was all that I had.

As we got down stairs, Alex opened the door to two boys who were of a similar age to her.

This is Phil, and this one with the blonde locks is Doug, Alex said laughing at their embarrassment.

  Oh and this is the fair Bon, Alex said to the boys. Both of the boys looked extremely uncomfortable, with girls in their company. What is the matter, are we frightening you boys? Alex said with a laugh in her voice. Both Doug and Phil were decidedly unhappy, well we thought it was going to be just us three; Phil said awkwardly. What is wrong with me? I asked them both. Well you are a bit young; you are in the same form as my sister Brenda Hall.

Your Brenda’s brother Phil, somehow, I thought you were bigger. Brenda is always telling us about you.

Oh she always talks about me its really embarrassing, he said.

You looking sexy Alex, said Doug looking eager.

She is sexy, I said to him. Shall we show them what sexy really is? I said to Alex stepping behind her. I placed my hands on her hips and gyrated her hips outwards and around.

Doug had put the Bee Gees new record on, we began to sway to it. My hands moving up the front of Alex's jump suit. I passed over her tits; the nipples were protruding through the flimsy material. One of my hands reached the zipper near her neck and began to pull it down ever so slowly. My hips were gyrating into Alex's and hers were moving the same way with mine. Her breasts came into view, the nipples were like ripe cherries fully extended. My hand stopped at her navel, it was as far as the zipper would go. My hand disappeared down into her narrow panties. I pulled my hands back up to her shoulders, pulling her silky cat suit down over her shoulders slowly.

 

However, before I could do any more Alex had turned me around and now I was in front of her. I could feel her nipples thrusting into my shoulder blades.

She began to undo the buttons on my red blouse, I could see that Phil had developed a rather large bulge in his trousers; Doug was hiding himself, so that his bulge was not on show. Alex began to pull my cut off shorts down she beckoned Doug over.

He came forwards covering his bulge, when he was near to me his hands went to my breasts.

My hands were inside his trousers feeling his massive throbbing cock, it was so long and thick. I pushed his chinos to the ground and this massive snake came into view. As I lay against Alex, he forced my legs wide and proceeded to push this monster prick up into my wet cunt. Doug manoeuvred me backward towards the big chair, away from Alex. She was now naked and Phil was taking her doggy style.

He was ramming his dick in and out of her cunt lips almost as if he was a dog on heat; his fingers were pulling her nipples outwards like organ stops. Doug’s prick was reaming me out big time; each thrust of his rampant prick sent electric shocks through my whole body. I felt the rush of blood through out my body as my orgasm exploded,

 

Phil was howling at the same time as he ejaculated across Alex’s bouncing arse.

Doug continued to thrust into me and I seemed to be in a never-ending orgasm that almost drove me insane. Doug suddenly began to pitch and sway, I felt his prick thrust into me and then he blasted his spunk deep inside me, it felt like a hot tingling mass of liquid that filled me almost up to my tonsils. I realised he had no protection and I cursed him and turned on him with such a force. How could you do that to me, you knew we had no condoms? What will happen if I land up with your bastard I cried? Doug just looked perplexed, he did not seem to comprehend what he had just allowed to happen. Alex told them to piss off and they did. I was still livid with them; I knew that I was in the clear for my time of month. However, the bastard did not even care.

 

Lucy returned the next morning; I cadged a lift home, I was glad to be back in my own home. Hi, Mom I called as I got in, knowing Dad was in work.

There was no answer so I went to my room, after about an hour I heard Mom returning and I called out to her. Oh Bon come on down I have a surprise for you, as I came into the room I noticed a tall well-built fella standing at the door.

Bon I want you to meet Davlan, my half brother. We have just been re-introduced after 20 years.

When my Dad left home, he met and married Davlan’s Mom. Not long, after Davlan was born my Dad and Davlan’s Mom were killed in a car crash. Davlan.

Oh, call me Dav every one does.

Oh, I am sorry Dav; it is just getting used to having you so close.

Bon, Dav is staying with us for a few weeks so you will have to watch out when you use the bathroom. We have our own Bathroom on suite. The main bathroom is one side of the bedroom you will be using. Bon’s bedroom is the other. Oh, I am sure we will manage Pam, said Dav.

 

After supper I went to my room and was playing C.D’S on my C.D. player, my door was ajar and I could see from my mirror the door to Dav’s room. As if on Que., he came out with just a small towel around his waist. He looked scrumptious.

Over the next few days, I tried to get closer to Dav, but somehow it never worked out. Friday night came, it was Dad and Moms club night, they were going to a friend’s 25 th Silver wedding party, so it was possible they would stay.

Mom did not want Dad to drink and drive they had invited Dav. However, he decided he wanted to watch soccer on the box at eight o'clock. Anyway, he had to catch up on some studying.

After they had gone I was in my room I had changed into a loose top and skirt, Dav put his head around the door and said he was going to use the bathroom if it was ok.

Sure, I said, after about twenty minutes I decided to nip to the kitchen, as I was peckish. As I passed the bathroom door, it was slightly open. I glanced through and Dav was standing in front of the mirror with the largest prick I had ever seen in his hand. He was pulling the foreskin up and down with his hands; he looked as if he was ready to cum. I raced down stairs, as I came out of the kitchen with a tea and sandwich. Dav was standing in the lounge in a green towelling robe. He spun around oh I thought you were in your room, if you want, I will go and change he said. No your ok I replied.

I sat on the sofa, and Dav sat on the pouf. A few minutes into the game England scored, Dave jumped up from his seat arms aloft jumping up and down; I saw his prick bouncing around in and out of his robe.

He stopped and apologised for the noise, I looked at him and said that watching his prick snaking about was worth all the noise.

His face reddened; oh, I will go and put some clothes on immediately he stammered. No problems I am going to my room anyway I said to him as I jumped up from the sofa.

I went to my bedroom; I put on a top and left my skimpy nickers on. Quite soon, I felt tired and fell fast a sleep, where I had the strangest of dreams.

 

I hated English, but loved the teacher Cherry Morton. Everyone in school melted over Cherry, the entire school, the boy’s, the master’s everyone including the girls.

Well they did and still do. We had broken up for the summer holidays. I was getting a few of my paintings from the art study class, she as the key holder and I was the last one to pick up my gear. She asked me if I would like a lift home, I jumped at the chance, because she had a Porsche 911 soft-top roadster.

As we left the school, she said she needed me to help her take some gear in to her house. As it was on our way, I said it was fine. Trouble is Ms Morton I have my best jumper on and I do not want to get it dirty. Oh, please cal me Cher we are not in school, and I have another top you can wear.

The boxes are a bit dusty she said with little chuckle in her voice. We arrived at her place it was a smallholding just off the main road from school.

I was gob smacked, this place is wicked I said, with my mouth open. It was my grandfathers, until he passed away four years ago. I have done a few improvements since, and I am very happy here.

We stopped at the front door and we went inside, come up here she said to me. You can wear one of these tops if you want; she passed over two thin cotton tops that had little buttons down the front, which covered a zip.

I chose the dark grey one as it would not show the dust to much, I slipped my white knitted top off and pulled the grey one on and was just zipping it up.

Cher walked in, ready? she asked smiling at my half dressed body, suits you well she said brushing her hand over my shoulder. She had a tartan check skirt on and a plaid type blouse, which accentuated her large firm breasts.

 

We brought the boxes in from the car; they were very dusty and chalky. We put them at the side of the building, after we had finished I felt dusty and glad I had not worn my own top.

Like a drink she asked me, yes, please I answered, and Cher took me to the kitchen. On the way she pointed out the veranda I have just finished having this put in she said with pride in her voice, What's that round thing over there? I asked. Oh, that is the hot tub it is my favourite place, she said.

Why I asked, well it bubbles and blows air into the water, which is heated. I really love it.

Especially, after a hard days work. Do you fancy a dip in it Cher said with a little devilment?

Yes it would be fun I said, she poured us both two big glasses of lemonade and we trouped out to the hot tub. I put my hand in the water it was very warm and soft. I have nothing to wear I said to Cher, that is no problem then because I wont wear anything either. I quickly undressed and got into the water,

Cher asked me why was I rushing no one can see anything around here. With that she dropped her tartan skirt and paraded around in her skimpy panties, laughing she unbuttoned her plaid blouse and let her breasts cascade out. She walked over to the tub and said to me with a big smile, you can take my panties off Bon. I stood up, reached out with both of my hands, and pulled her flimsy silky panties down her lovely long legs very slowly. She tottered and put her arms on my shoulders to steady herself.

Next thing she was in the tub with me. Her hands were clasped around my breasts, her mouth ground against mine. Cher what are you doing I cried. I awoke with a start and realised it was a dream.

 

Dav put his head around the door, are you all right he asked. Concern sounded in his voice, I just had a weird dream. Well you certainly were making a lot of noise he said.

Dav came into the bedroom; he still had the bath towel wrapped around him. You still have not dressed yet? I asked. No, he said a little awkwardly, I was still watching telly.

My Mom rang earlier, she said they were staying at Pam’s, she sounded quite merry, my father sounded worse he shouted goodnight also, lucky them I said grumpily.

Why Dav asked?

OH, being stuck in, while they are having a right old rave up. What about you Dav, have you had a girl friend, or boy friend? I asked him.

His cheeks coloured up bright red. I certainly have no interest in boys, I would love to have a girl but I am to shy. He answered back.

I reached over and flipped his towel up, showing his rather large but at the moment flaccid cock, you should not be so shy with that monster cock, I said smiling at him.

His hand went straight to his groin, to cover up.

Please don’t make fun, please he begged, it is wrong you are my niece now after all.

Why not, you have a nice big cock Dav, I mean you may be my Uncle, but only in the last day or so, when I saw it earlier as you were washing in the bathroom, I thought it would be nice to have some of it?

He started to get up from the bed, before he could get anywhere, I put my hand under the towel and I grabbed his cock in my hand.

 

Hold on I said to him, you don’t need to run away at the first little jibe about your cock I said. I want you and you want me, don’t you?

He stopped and turned towards me, lets have a little fun together shall we I asked?

I pulled the towel off him and I took his growing cock in my hand and started to wank him off. I undid the buttons of my top and placed his hand on my tit, he stood like a statue.

His cock was becoming a monster and was growing larger by the second.

I told him to take it in his own hands and wank it off.

He looked very mortified;

I pulled off my top and my nickers. I lay back and started to rub my tits, I moved down to my wet pussy, kneading and pulling my clit. I opened my legs wide and pulled my labia apart. Dav ram that fucking monster in here, pointing at my gaping sex hole.

He did as he was told and I thought he was going to split me in two. He picked up the pace and he seemed to come alive and took the lead. His monster cock pummelled my pussy. I came and came again, he just kept on pumping into me, I started to smack his arse, to get him to come, he just kept banging me. I then grabbed and squeezed his nipples, really hard twisting them. That was it he exploded and belched his come into my wet cunt, filling me up. I could feel the his wet gism trickling down my leg, as my body rocked with convulsions as I came, I hit is bare arse harder, and he rammed into me as if he had been burned. I passed out with the ecstasy, and tremors bursting through my body.

 

Dav was quite for the next day or two; he kept giving me a wide birth. Mom asked me to pop into town for her, and she asked Dav if he could drive me in her car he did so reluctantly.

As we drove along the lane, I asked him why he was not talking to me.

Dav stopped the car; I can hardly look at you without wanting you he said. I feel so bad, that I am letting everyone down, because I have been with you and it is wrong.

 

Dav I wanted you, I pressured you, I let you fuck me, and you did what was expected of you. I will not be telling anyone, so long as you keep sticking that monster cock into my pussy, I will be your willing slave, ok.

 

Dav looked shocked, then his face turned towards me smiling. He had finally relaxed, and let himself be himself.

My hand sneaked across his muscular thigh, rubbing his growing bulge, he looked into my eyes and said, that if we were going to fuck, we had better find somewhere less public than the lane.

Lets get go to town and do what we have to, then get back to the house and we will have it all to ourselves, as the oldies will be in work.

My pussy was wet and hot, in need of a very large throbbing cock, but what else should a sixteen year olds pussy be expecting?

     My mom had a dinner date on this night and while I was having my dinner explained what she and Mrs.Linder were discussing earlier.It seemed that her TV was not working and could she come over to our apartment later that evening and watch Tv with me.My mom knowing what I would be watching had told her to come over later as she knew I would be watching the same shows that Mrs.Linder(Carol from this point)wouldn't interfere with what I had planned watching.As my mom was kissing me before leaving she told me what I should offer to Carol if she asked for anything to snack on or drink.When she kissed me before leaving she again reminded me to be a good host and what to offer Carol if she did ask for anything.As it turned out Carol did want something that evening,but to my delight it was not anything to eat or drink.What Carol wanted was to satisfy her needs and she decided that it would be me who she wanted and needed and would shortly have.

     The doorbell rang just as mom was leaving and as mom was walking out the door she told Carol to just go into the family room where I was sitting in my,now departed,Dad's favorite club chair and ottoman.I looked up and could see a big smile on Carol's face as she sat on the sofa and watched TV for only a few moments before asking me to join her on the sofa.I joined her and it was only moments when Carol began to hold me tight against her anxious body and with a hand on the back of my head kissed me with a passion which I returned.Our tongues were doing a dance as we continued kissing.I was already hard my cock had grown to it's very hard and slightly thick 7".Carol's hand which was first on my hips as we first kissed had now moved to my crotch and she smiled when she felt my now harder cock as she was feeling it through my pants.She quickly undid my belt and unzipped my pants and her active hands reached thru my jockey briefs and withdrew my cock saying we can't let it suffocate in there and she was now holding it in her hands.Looking at me with that same smile she said that it was silly for us to stay dressed whne we both want to explore and enjoy each others body.I agreedand stood up undoing my belt and she quickly lowered my trousers to the floor where I stepped out of them.Then she carefully lowered my briefs over my now hard rigid cock.While Carol was doing this I lifted my "T" shirt over my head and now to her smiling approval stood before Carol naked.She stood up and quickly lifted her simple housedress over her head and was not wearing either a bra or panties and was now also naked.I looked at her now naked body and was not surprised to see a full dark bush which was glistening with the wetness from her pussy.While Carol was holding my cock my hands were feeling her ample breasts and her nipples had become large and hard.After feeling her tits and hard nipples I bent over to kiss her breasts and suck on her nipples and she started moaning and telling me how good it felt to have me suck on her nipples and after a minute took my hand and placed it on her wet bush.Carol was not one to say what she wanted and said as she stood up and taking my hand was leading me into my mom's bedroom,saying as I followed her.We can really enjoy each other much more on a bed than we could in the family room.

     Carol was now on her back with her legs spread wide and I took this as a signal to mount her but she stopped me saying that we would fuck each other many times that night but first we should work engage in foreplay to the point where we both were ready and wanted to fuck.She knew that up to now all I wanted was to find a willing partner my own age and fuck her,get myself off and satisfy myself with no thoughts to my partners needs.Carol was in other words going to show me how much better sex can be when you satisfy not only yourself but your partner too and how right she was.

    She said and it was true that I enjoyed it when I was having a blowjob and that there was nothing wrong with that,but she asked me did I ever think that a woman might also enjoy oral sex.She explained that she had spread her legs to make her cunt more accessable to my mouth and tongue and that she would teach me how to perform oral sex on my female partner.She added that she often had orgasms when her man went down on her and she carefully pushed my head lower.As my head was being guided lower and lower I was licking first around her navel and then to her delight her soft flat tummy until my head was now between her opened legs.She spread her outer lips revealing it's pink walls and the inner lips and her now dripping wet cunt.I will never forget that unique female musk which I have come to love and enjoy whenever I perform oral sex on my lady of the moment.I kissed and licked the pink wet walls and then pushed my tongue into her wet pussy.As I was doing this I couldn't help but note that her white,glistening,pearl of love...her clit had become quite large and hard.Knowing how sensitive it was I carefully and gently licked it,causing her to start to moan and squirm.It was now so large that I began to suck it between my soft lips,this causing Carol to only moan louder and start to squirm and shake slightly.Seeing that Carol was really into it now I continued to suck her clit licking it as I did making her moaneven louderand start to shake and saying,"oh yes,yes,please don't stop now.I couldn't stop even if I wanted too because Icould sense the extreme pleasure she was having as i continued to suck and lick her clit harder and faster,this only causing her to moan even loder at times yelling my name,saying "yes,yes oh don't stop sucking and as i did she was now yelling my name even louder and telling me,"please suck it harder ,yes,yes harder now faster,please,don't stop ,don't stop...Love I'm so close now,please don't stop.I was still suking her clit and was holding her tighter to control her shaking and knew without her telling me that she was close,so close to cumming,and as Icontinued cum she did,Carol was shaking uncontrolblywith me holding her tighter than before and to my delight andsurprise Carol was a squirter,because as she was experiencing orgasm after orgasm she started squirting her love juices into my open and waiting mouth.It was the first,but Iassure you not the last time I enjoyed a woman's cum..her love juices kept squirting as she was experiencing multiple orgasms as women can and do when her partner gets her off as well as satisfying himself.Her juices tasted so good and were so unique and different than my cum,but I loved their taste and was swallowing them as fast as Carol was squirting them.Finally Carol's orgasms were slowing and finally they stopped.When she finally had caught her breath and could speak Carol told me that I was a fast learner and needed no more lessons from my teacher.She did add and made me promise to be there whenever she needed a man.Needless to say that living next door to each other Carol and I enjoyed each other too many times to count.Before she left me that night Carol realized that Ihad yet to get off and since I had gone down on her she reciprocated by giving me a fantastic blowjob which I won't describe at this time but only note that Carol enjoyed my cum as much as I enjoyed her love juices and when I did cum,shooting load after load of hot jism into her waiting mouth she swallowed it as fast as she could and after Ifinished cumming I looked as her and she was quite a picture with some of my cum dripping from her chin.I took my hand and fed her the few drops of cum into her open mouth.When we finally kissed before she returned to her apartment we could taste our mixed juices and they tasted so good that we decided to be together as often as the opportunity presentd itself,which it did many times.

He moaned, as her hand touched his shaft, caressing it up and down firmly, her fingers grasping it as she pulled and pushed his foreskin, glistening with precum, licking her lips, she looked up at him, as she stroked his manhood up and down, it felt warm, even to him, letting out a moan, he mumbled ''Faster, go on, what I'm paying you for'', feeling slightly scared, she started to grasp it a little more gently, but moving her hand up and down quickly, he felt his stomach go weak, and his balls tingle, the feel of this young girls hand was amazing, so soft, so warm and supple, it reminded him of his wife, when she was young.

He grabbed her hair, pulling her face down to his throbbing cock, and groaned ''Suck that, till I'm near ready little girl'', she gave a slight nod, and started to nuzzle the head with her warm lips, her tongue swirled quickly, her warm spit dripping over her chin, and the head of his manhood, but he grinned, as he thrust his hips forward, as he grabbed her hair, forcing it into her warm, wet throat, as he slid it up and down, he knew she liked it, by the way her eyes went wide, and he way he could see her little panties starting to drip droplets of sweet, yet salty juice, he grinned, feeling his balls clinch, one more moment and he'd shoot his load in her little, tight mouth.

He smiled, as he pushed her over, and ripped her panties of, his mind wavered, as he pushed them into her mouth, and knelt down, burying his face deep into her wet pussy, he sucked deeply on her clit, passionately digging his tongue inside her, her moans filling the room, as she ground her young, virgin pussy onto his face, it smelled sweet, and tasted like honey, she let out a long howl, as she orgasmed, he knew being subtle wouldn't do it, she ran her hand through her raven hair, and her cum, dribbled into his mouth...

Taking his cock, he flipped her over, and slid it deep into her, god she's tight, he thought, feeling warm drips of blood trickle over his warm, hard cock, he gave a hard thrust, and felt her rip beneath him, letting out a howl like a dog, man and his teenage slut, before he shot his load of hot, sticky cum inside of her, emptying everything, he noticed some started trailing from her ass...

Tired though he was, he still wanted to eat her ass, that tight little ass, he could taste her blood, his cum, and the faint taste of unwiped shit, before beginning to trace his tongue along her ass cheeks instead of licking so deeply, he stopped, watching her tiny body shudder. A slow smile spread across his face as he cleaned her up, after sucking her ass, deep into his mouth.

I got up and moved to his desk and took the papers in front of him away and sat down so that I was right in front of him. I leaned over and kissed him softly on the cheek as I rubbed his dick through his pants.

I sat up straight again. "Like that?" I asked, still calmly.

He stared at me for a while looking surprised. "Exactly like that." He finally said. "Caroline you can't do that." He continued, he looked serious.

"Why not? Is it a crime for me to kiss your cheek?" I said.

"Well, no but it's a crime for us to do anything." He said looking impatient as he ran his hand through his brown hair.

"You won't have to do anything. I can do all the work if you want." As I said that I got up again and sat on his lap with my legs on his sides and my crotch grinding on his. I grabbed his hands and put them on my waist. He quickly pulled away.

"Caroline I told you, we CAN'T do this."

"But you want to don't you?" I asked.

"Caroline! How many times do I have to tell you that we can't?"

"That wasn't my question. I asked if you wanted to. Which I know you do."

"How do you figure that?" He asked while looking into my shining green eyes.

I smiled. "Because if you didn't you would've taken me off your lap a while ago." I said. I put one hand on his cheek and leaned over and kissed him on the lips. He kept his lips closed while I continued to kiss. Finally he gave up and started to kiss me back. One hand of his went to my waist while the other went to caress my back with his hand inside my top. I took my hands and started unbuttoning his shirt when suddenly he broke off the kiss.

"Caroline, no, we're gonna get caught." He said while taking my hands away from his shirt.

"Ok....let's go to your place then." I took my hands away from his and began to button up his shirt again. I got up and walked over to the chair I was sitting on before and picked up my book-bag. Alex was still sitting. "Well are you gonna come or not?" I smiled and asked. He smiled at me and got up reluctantly and picked up his stuff and walked towards the door. He opened the door and waited for me to go. I walked into the hall as he locked the door. I let him walk in front of me so he can lead the way to the car. We got on the teacher's parking lot and he walked over to a dark blue BMW.

"Damn....sweet ride." I smiled as he opened the passenger's door and let me in. He got in the driver's seat and turned on the car. I put on a radio station and he looked at me with a face that clearly said, "Don't touch my radio." I smiled at him and gave him a soft peck on the lips. He started to drive to his house as I kept singing R&B songs throughout the whole drive and he just kept looking as though he would've liked to throw the radio away. Obviously doesn't like my kind of music.

We finally got to his house and for a new teacher....one word: WOW! He had this big house that had ocean view. Really nice. So we got out of the car and walked in his house and it was even nicer in there. We walked into the kitchen and he took out 2 cans of coke and handed me one. I shook my head and he put it back in. He took a few gulps from his can as I walked towards him and took the can from his hand and put it on the table. I started kissing him as he kissed me back. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he wrapped his around my waist. He slid his tongue in my mouth and started to massage my tongue with his. After a little while I began to unbutton his shirt. I took off his shirt and began to run my fingers over his chest and stomach.

He broke off the kiss. "Come on lets go upstairs to my bedroom." He whispered while his lips were still on mine. He grabbed my hand and led me up the stairs into a big bedroom. On the left side of the room there was a big window with a great view to the ocean. I moved over to the window and stared outside. He came over to me and wrapped his hands around my waist again, this time from behind, and started kissing my neck gently. I tilted my head to the side so he could kiss it more comfortably. "This view is so beautiful." I whispered. "Hmm your beautiful." He said. He continued to kiss my neck. I turned around and looked at him which made him stop kissing me. I smiled at him and said, "Is this the same person that was refusing to even look at me less than an hour ago?" He looked at me and smiled. "Well now that we're in this far, who cares right?" He said and then kissed me.

I broke off the kiss and told him I needed to call my mom to tell her that I was staying over at a friend's house and to tell my father. Now, my father was those fathers that if you touch his little girl your neck is broken. And he was also one of those fathers that if his little girl didn't follow ANY of the rules her neck was broken too. So Alex brought me the phone and said he would be in the shower. I called my mom and told her I was staying at a friend's house and to tell my dad so he wouldn't get mad. She said it was ok to stay over at my friend's house. I hung up the phone and put it on top of the nightstand next to the bed and opened a door in the bedroom that leads to the bathroom Alex was in. I closed the door and he called out for me to go there. I smiled to myself and took off my shirt and my Capris so that I had just my bra and thong on. I walked over to the shower and I saw him standing there naked, his body all wet, and his dick free and kind of hard and big and long. His dick looked around 7 inches long. I just kept staring and not blinking at all.

"Caroline, it's rude to stare." He walked over to me and I still kept staring at his dick. He took his hand and lifted my chin up. My mouth was hanging wide open. He look at me from head to toe and said, "Damn." I smiled as he wrapped his arms around my waist and let his wet body touch my dry one. With his hands on my back he unclasped my bra and then took it off and threw it to the side and then stared at my breasts for a few seconds then up at my eyes and smiled. He kissed my lips softly and I kissed him back as he put his fingers on the waistband of my thong and pulled it down. He bent down on his knees and pulled them off. He looked at my shaved pussy and kissed the outside of my pussy lips and then licked around it. He looked up at me and stood up straight again. He picked me up and wrapped my legs around his waist so that my pussy was grinding on the lower part of his stomach. "Hmm how about a shower baby?" He asked and kissed my neck softly. All I could say was "Uh huh". He walked under the running water with me while I was still on his waist. The water ran all over our bodies as I lay my head on his shoulder and let the water hit my back and my shoulders.

After a few seconds I took my hand and grasped it on his shaft catching him by surprise. I looked up into his eyes and smiled and kissed him on the lips. Still on his waist, he put his hands on my hips and put me down on the floor while I stood up straight. My hand was still on his dick which was getting harder. I stroked his dick gently as I moved closer to him and let our bodies touch again. I continued to stroke his dick as he put one hand on my waist and the other over my pussy. I stroked his dick harder and harder. He ran a finger through my pussy slit and I moaned softly. He slid a finger in my pussy and felt all the wetness on his finger. He slid out his finger and I looked at him and let go of his dick. All of a sudden he pinned me up against the wall and slid his finger in my pussy. Why he stopped I never knew. But anyways, he had his fingers in my pussy and was just running them over my clit to tease me. I let out a few quiet moans every time his finger touched my clit. Finally he slid in a finger inside me and moaned quietly in my ear.

"Damn baby, you're so tight. You're still a virgin aren't you?" He whispered in my ear. I nodded and moved my hips forward so that his finger, which was sliding out, went back in. He slid his fingers slowly in and out of my pussy but then began to pick up the pace and went faster. He took off his finger slowly and then slammed it back in me making me moan in his ear. He then took a second finger and slammed both of them in me making me moan every time he moved his fingers.

"Alex fuck me." I whispered breathlessly as I moved my hips forward for him to continue finger fucking me. "Not yet baby, later." He said and kissed me on my cheek and took his fingers from my pussy and went to pour shampoo on his hair and left me there against the wall, breathless and extremely horny.

I was still there against the wall when he was done, just looking at him, looking angry and sad because he had stopped doing anything to me. He walked over to me and told me to finish my shower and then to go into the bedroom because he would be waiting for me. He kissed my lips softly and quickly and left. I finished my shower within 10 minutes and then wrapped myself up in a towel. I walked in his bedroom and saw that he was lying there on his stomach under the covers.

I walked over to the bed and sat down next to him. He looked up at me and told me to take off the towel and lay down with him under the covers. I did as he asked and took off the towel slowly as he continued to stare. I then moved over to the other side of the bed and laid down under the covers next to him. He was still completely naked. He put an arm across my stomach and his head on my shoulder and said that he was going to take a nap since he was tired and that I should take one too. I ran my fingers through his hair and within minutes he had fallen asleep. It took me a while to fall asleep but I finally did.

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After about 2 hours I woke up and noticed that Alex was still sleeping and was still in the same position he was in before. I was still really horny so I figured I would give myself pleasure while Alex slept. I opened my legs a little and slid my finger in my pussy.

I slid my finger inside me and slid it in and out slowly and then ran my finger up and down my pussy spreading around the juices. I then began to rub my clit slowly and kept on going, faster and faster. I let out a few moans and looked over at Alex to see if he was still sleeping. Surprisingly, he was.

I took my hand away from my pussy and picked up his hand and put it over my pussy. I took his finger and inserted it inside me moving it out slowly and then slamming it in. I continued with this and then soon enough I took another finger and put that one in too. I looked at him and he was still sleeping. I moved his fingers in and out of me as fast as I could and moaning every time. I took my free hand and rubbed my clit furiously as I continued to move his fingers in and out of me. All of a sudden I heard a whisper in my ear. "Enjoying yourself?" He said. It took me by surprise. "Alex I was about to cum, you distracted me!" I said and looked over at him and then smiled. He smiled back at me and kissed my lips softly but still kept his fingers in me. "Don't worry, I'll make you cum now." He said and took off his fingers away from my pussy.

He got up and knelt in front of me. His dick pointing straight out. He picked up my legs and put them on his shoulders. He put his dick on my clit and made me moan a little. He ran his dick up and down my pussy once and then put it in front of my tight hole and looked up at me. "Baby this might hurt a little, you want me to keep going?" He asked. I just nodded and thrust my hips forward a little so that just the head of his dick went in me. I moaned with pleasure and pain. "Alright I get it, you want to keep going." He said and smiled.

He went in slowly and I began to moan with pain as his dick stretched out my pussy but not going all the way in. I felt tears running down my cheeks and Alex whispered in my ear that he was going to stop. I said no and told him to keep going, which he did. He stopped as he felt the resistance of my hymen and I whispered in his ear. "It's ok, you can keep going." I said weakly.

He pulled out his dick slowly and then pushed it in hard all the way as I moaned loudly with pain again and as more tears ran down my cheeks. He let his dick rest there so I could get used to it. I kept breathing hard as Alex kissed my cheeks and I felt some of the pain go away after a little while, his dick still in me. I finally stopped breathing hard, so I told Alex to keep going.

He pulled it out and then put it in me again slowly like before. The pain was going away by now so I told him to go a little faster. He pulled out his dick again, slow like before, and then slammed it in me as fast as he could which made me gasp loudly with pleasure. I told him to keep going so he pulled it out slowly again and then slammed it back in. He continued this for a few moments and then started pumping his dick in and out of me as fast as he could. The pain was definately gone by now so I was moaning loudly with each thrust he made. I arched my back making his dick go further in me while he still slammed his dick in and out of me. He fucked me at an angle that made his dick rub my clit every time he went in and out of my pussy. I breathed hard in his ear as I felt a familiar feeling and felt an orgasm coming on.

"Alex I'm gonna cum....baby don't stop...go faster!" I screamed while still moaning and panting. He went as fast as he could in me, his dick now a blur, as I came all over his dick. This triggered his orgasm since I felt him shoot his hot cum inside my pussy, filling me up. With every shot of cum, I moaned. He left his dick in me for a few seconds and breathed almost as hard as I was. He finally took his dick out of me and then took my legs from his shoulders and laid down next to me, still breathing hard. He turned to look at me and kissed my neck, my cheeks and then my lips. I put my hands on his cheeks and moved my head away from his and smiled. "Let me breathe baby...damn that felt good." I said softly while trying to catch my breath. Alex lay his head on my shoulder and ran his fingers over my breasts and my stomach.

After a few minutes I whispered, "I want more." He raised his head and looked up at me. "More?? Didn't you have enough? Weren't you breathless a couple of minutes ago?" He asked. "But I want more....it felt good." I whispered again and smiled sweetly. He laid straight on his back and looked up at the ceiling. "Damn Caroline you're going to wear me out and what's going to happen later huh? There'll be no more cum for you!" He said. He turned his head and looked at me and smiled. I groaned and got up and knelt on the bed so that I was looking at him, but he wasn't looking at me, he was looking at my pussy with cum on it, which was clearly visible since I was kneeling. I just smiled. "Well how about you just lay there and be a good boy and let me do all the work, is that ok?" I said as I mounted on top of his legs, my pussy grinding on his balls. He moaned a little. "Go ahead." He said while looking into my eyes and putting his hands on my hips.

I raised myself up a little and positioned myself just above his dick, which was still very hard. I lowered myself down so that the head was in me and then I went all the way down, full force, moaning while doing it. I wasn't the only one that moaned though, Alex moaned quietly as soon as I went down. I raised myself up again and then went back down as fast as I could. Alex took his hands from my hips and put them on my legs so that I could open them wider. I continued to go up slowly and then slam myself down again. He took a finger and began to rub my clit furiously. I moaned as soon as he placed his finger on my clit. I then began to bounce up and down as fast as I could as Alex moved his free hand up to one of my breasts and began fondling it.

I tilted my head back and continued to bounce up and down as fast as I could when I felt shots of cum shoot inside my pussy. I moaned and came all over Alex's dick. I lifted my head up straight and looked at Alex. He looked as though he had experienced the best orgasm of his life. I laid down on his chest with his dick still in me. He put his hands on my back and moved them up and down. I just lay there with his dick still in my soaked pussy and smiled to myself.

Alex lifted up my head and looked at me and kissed me softly. "Let's go grab something to eat baby. You must be hungry. No, not for that, at least not right now." He said as I smiled a big smile. I lifted my body up and then lifted up myself and moaned as Alex's dick left my pussy. I sat up next to him as he got up. He got off the bed and walked over to the bathroom and came out wearing a robe and carrying an extra one. He handed the extra one to me and I got off the bed and put it on, quickly noticing cum on the inside of my thighs and on my pussy. Alex noticed it too since he was smiling mischievously. I tied the robe and walked over to him and gave him a kiss and then walked over to the door as he came up behind me and then walked in front of me to the kitchen.

We heated up some pizza and ate it and while we waited, we kissed, a lot. We finally finished eating. "So what now?" Alex asked me while still sitting on the stool next to me. "I want some dessert." I said and ran my fingers on the robe where I knew his dick was. I looked up at him and smiled. "Baby, MORE?? Aren't you a horny little thing huh?" He said as I giggled. "No baby, you're not gonna fuck my pussy this time. Something else." I said while still looking at him and smiling. "Caroline, I'm not really that interested in fucking a girl up the ass but I'll do it if you want." He said while not looking interested in that at all. I giggled again. "No, not that either." I said. He finally understood what I meant and smiled at me and told me to start anytime I wanted.

I got up from my stool and gave him a kiss on the cheek. I knelt down on the floor and opened up his robe. His dick was only semi-hard, but I thought I could still make it work. I opened my robe so that my breasts were exposed and looked up at him and smiled. I stroked his dick slowly and soon enough it was rock hard again. I moved my head so that it was right in front of his dick. While looking at him, I stuck out my tongue and licked the head of his dick slowly while I put one hand on his shaft. I lowered my head so that I was sucking the head of his dick while moving my tongue all around. I lowered my head lower and took my hand away while licking every inch of his dick that was in my mouth. I raised my head and licked his dick as I went up. I went back down again and then up again. I continued this but picking up the pace so that my head was bobbing up and down on his dick as fast as I could go and taking all I could in my mouth.

He put his hand on the side of my face and the other on the top of my head making me go lower. He moaned a little and told me he was about to cum. Still looking at him, I moved even faster as he shot his first shot of cum in my mouth and then another making me choke a little and making cum appear on the corners of my mouth. I raised my head up as he shot his last shot of cum on my cheek, lips, and my chin and then groaned with pleasure. I stood up straight and licked my lips. He put his hand on my face and picked up the cum that was on my cheek and put his fingers in my mouth. I licked the cum off his fingers and then he did the same with the cum on my chin. I licked it all off and then looked at him and smiled.

I slept over his house that night and early in the morning he drove me home, parents were at work and sister was still sleeping, to pick up some clothes so I could go to school. He left to go to school to work, leaving me there to get dressed and to get some extra clothes to leave over at his house. I went to school that morning like every other morning and thinking about the day before and smiling to myself.

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