“Wake up.” A gentle shake.

Still no response.

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

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

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

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

“Gwen …”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m going to be late.”

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

 

*            *            *

 

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

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

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

 

*            *            *

 

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

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

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

 

*            *            *

 

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

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

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

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

 

*            *            *

 

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

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

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

“Hi.”

“Hi.”

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

“For me?”

“Uh-huh,”

“Can I ask what for?”

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

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

“Yes. What can I do for you?”

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

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

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

“What stories?”

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

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

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

“By the way, what’s your name?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

*            *            *

 

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

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

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

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

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

 

*            *            *

 

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

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

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

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

“Well, she sure is happy,” Gwen said.

“No kidding.”

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

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

“It’s kind of difficult not to.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It was. Great. Incredible. Heavenly.”

“The best sex you ever had?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

End Part 3

Her ample chest was held by a thin, almost see-through strapless pink tank top. Her long elegant legs were exposed under a blue, stretchy miniskirt that rode up her thighs every step she took. She was glad the air wasn’t cold or she’d be facing a severe cold by the time she reached the apartment she called home.

She heard those footsteps again behind her and this time she turned to survey the area behind her. She turned back but put her hand in her small black purse, clutching the small can of mace in her right hand. All the TV stations were talking about the new story, The Gentleman Rapist. She had to be careful.

She was five minutes from home when she felt a hand on her mouth and an arm around her waist. Before she could so much as scream, she was lifted off her feet and was staring at a cold, blank wall. She was starting to fight back when the tip of a blade touched the skin on her throat. She heard a soft voice in her left ear.

“I would advise you not to scream.”

Her eyes widened. She prayed this was just a mugging and nothing else. Stupid her! She had lived in L.A. all of her twenty-three years and was still dumb enough not to buy a gun! She nodded hastily. The hand covering her mouth was removed.

“Good. We understand each other.” The blade stayed where it was though. “I am going to do something that might be unpleasant. Try not to make noise.”

Sasha felt the arm let go of her but her fears were soon confirmed when a cold hand touched her knee. She felt a shiver run through her spine.

“Oh dear, did I do that? Here, let me take care of that.”

The hand was removed and she heard leather being stretched and a bare hand touched her at the same spot. It slowly made its way up her leg. She was about to cry when it touched her panties. The hand didn’t move. She heard the voice again.

“What colour are they?”

“Blue,” she whispered.

“Ah, a fine choice. My favourite colour.”

The fingers tugged at her underwear and she felt a tear slowly roll down her cheek. Her panties were down to her knees when she heard the voice again.

“Now, be a good girl and close your eyes. I will hurt you only if I have to.”

She silently complied and felt silk slid across her face and over her eyes. A knot was tied behind her head. A hand grasped her long raven hair and gently tugged them out of the knot. She knew the blindfold was a joke the second she opened her eyes. She could still see the wall through the thin material. Obviously, it was only to play with her.

The blade left her neck and descended to her kidney. A sharp prick made her gasp suddenly. He was telling her he could still kill her even if his position had changed. Her panties resumed their course along her shaved legs until they touched the pavement. The rapist lifted her legs one by one and stood up again. She heard him inhale slowly.

“Aaaah. Such sweet scent. Tell me, are you afraid?”

“Yes,” she squeaked. She had extracted the mace from her purse and was hiding it with her body. She heard a chuckle behind her and the blade returned to her throat.

“You should be if you’re seriously thinking about using that weapon, Miss.” She mentally gasped. Of course, he had seen the can, how stupider could she get? “I assure you there is no need to resort to violence. I am not one of those rapists, I am a gentleman.”

Sasha’s eyes widened more as she recalled what she had read about him. The Gentleman Rapist! At least, she would make it alive. She was still thinking as a hand slowly hiked her mini up her thighs. The Gentleman had a very particular Modus Operandi. He never killed his victims, was polite, tried to minimise any injury his victims could have and always (ALWAYS) made his prey come before him. The girls interviewed had said that he was gentle and always asked if he wasn’t hurting them or if they wanted him to wear a condom or something like that.

He was a strange dude. The few analyst that were on talk shows suggested that he stalked the city only for fun and that he was probably a well respected member of the society. He also never raped virgins. He had a count of twelve victims till now, with two more girls he had spared. As soon as he found out they were virgins, he apologised profusely and knocked them out using chloroform. He then carried them home and deposited them on their front door after calling the police.

Sasha was brought back to earth when a warm finger slowly touched her inner thigh. It slowly traced the outline of her lips. She suppressed a moan. Could it be that this rapist was seducing her instead of getting it on? She tried to block these thoughts from her head but it was hard with a finger playing with her, tantalisingly close to her entrance. It suddenly left its spot, making Sasha feel a pang of disappointment, immediately followed by guilt. She couldn’t be liking this could she?

“Could you put your arms behind your back, dear? I need to fix something.”

She complied, partly due to fear, partly due to excitement. She felt cold metal touch her wrists and a sharp click sounded. Handcuffs. She was trapped. With her arms around her back, The Gentleman as he called himself, could do whatever he wanted to her. The blade left her neck and was dropped on a wooden box nearby. The rapist leaned on her and smelled her shiny hair. He let out a contended moan and whispered something like vanilla. It was probably vanilla, for she had washed her hair with scented soap.

“Now, to business. I hope you’ll enjoy this as much as I do.”

Sasha felt two hands on her thighs. The fingers slid to her pussy and started circling its lips. She shuddered as one finger grazed her opening. This guy knew what he was doing. Suddenly, what felt like two fingers plunged inside her. There was no resistance at all. The foreplay had aroused her just enough to wet her insides. She gasped silently. She was wondering why he hadn’t gagged her.

The fingers gently rubbed her walls. She could barely resist. Then she felt his warm breath on her legs. He’s gonna eat me! He did indeed eat her, lapping her pussy with his tongue opening her wider with his fingers. He delicately swirled his tongue around her flesh, rubbing her clit with his fingers, doing it with such expertise that she could no longer stop herself. She silently moaned as he rubbed her clit once again.

“Aha! Did I just hear you moan, girl? I’m glad you like that.”

He continued his thing for some time. Sasha couldn’t resist any further. She started moaning every time he lapped her cunny. Her body was betraying her as she felt a familiar sensation well up between her legs. She gasped, more loudly this time, as her orgasm overcame her. Her head was slightly bent backwards as she shuddered with forbidden release.

He didn’t miss a beat and steadily drank her fluids as it escaped her body, leaving a small trail down her legs. He affectionately patted her inner thighs and stood up. Sasha couldn’t see what he was doing form her position but somehow she could just picture him wiping his mouth with a hanky.

“Aaaah, that was refreshing. Nothing like some liquid to quench your thirst, wouldn’t you say? Now, did you enjoy that?”

She wouldn’t answer him this time. She felt a finger plop into her pussy suddenly and the voice was in her left ear again. Her hands were pressing into his stomach from behind. The finger was joined by his friend and, together, they danced a dance of pleasure and arousal as the voice spoke to her again.

“I’m sure you liked it. You can deny it but your body cannot lie.” He pushed his fingers deeper inside. “Can you feel them?” they twisted around, trying to find her G-spot. “Can you say you really don’t like it?” the fingers found what they were looking for. “Can you say you want to come so badly you’ll do anything?” They were stimulating her, bringing her to the threshold of another orgasm. She wouldn’t last long, he was too good.

Sasha threw her head back as he pinched her clit with his other hand. Her mouth was open as a series of ragged moans emanated from her. The rapist’s shoulder was holding her head while his fingers continued their passionate dance. Her juices flowed down her legs, soaking her socks and part of her black Nikes. The fingers retreated and smeared some of her own secretions on her upper lip, under her nose. The scent was intoxicating.

“You cannot reasonably tell me this doesn’t excite you, can you?”

His fingers slowly smeared her juices on her lips, parting them slightly to spread some on her teeth. Sasha couldn’t help herself, she licked her lips, tasting herself and loving it. That guy knew which buttons to press.

His hands crept under her top and gave her chest a small squeeze. Her nipples hardened under the attention, a fact not lost to him. He pinched and massaged them with his fingers, tracing their outline under the pink material. She was getting warm all over. Her breathing was now ragged and noisy. The rapist knew she was enjoying it. He covered her breasts with his hands and slowly applied pressure. She closed her eyes and let the pleasure invade her synapses.

The hands drifted down to her love bud again. She heard a zipper open and some rustling behind her. Here it comes. He must have stepped out of his pants because she heard a belt as it fell to the pavement. The alley into which he had dragged her was dark and out of the way, perfect for his purposes. He stroked her hair almost passionately and kissed it gently. His hands settled on her hips.

“I must admit I am a bit lacking in this department, so you’ll excuse me if I’m not quite what you expect. I’m only just a modest eight inches.”

Sasha gasped as the head touched her lips. He rubbed it vertically along the slit, teasing her. Was he really a rapist? The cock slowly entered her, parting her lips and penetrating her easily. Foreplay really did wet things up. It slid in and out, making her moan. She tilted her head back so that it was once again resting on his shoulder. His right hand moved down to her clit.

He started rubbing it gently, sending a wave of pleasure coursing through her body. His remaining hand traveled to her c-cup and cupped one of her glorious mounds. She couldn’t resist anymore, she started thrusting back to meet his strokes. She heard a low chuckle behind her but it didn’t stop the great feeling between her legs.

He alternated between fast and hard strokes and incredibly gentle shallow ones. He was thrusting his finger in when his dick was going out. She was content to let herself fall into his embrace. He was by far the best shag she had ever had. Nothing like those guys who only thought about their dicks and their hairy balls. These just went in and got out faster that you can say “ejaculation”.

She felt another orgasm come close as he continued his intricate game. He somehow sensed this or was it just her increased breathing and body language that told him that? She could only tell that release was near.

It came with no warning. She threw her head back brutally into his right shoulder and ground her self into his loins as her secretions flooded her nether regions and exploded outwards, covering his prick and her legs. He didn’t slow down though, if anything he accelerated. She heard his balls slap against her ass as she cummed continuously.

She rested her head on his shoulder, trying to catch her breath. He chuckled and popped his fingers inside her and brought them to her lips. She hungrily sucked on them, tasting that wonderful thing. He then placed his two hands on her hips and started pumping. He thrust harder and faster each time until he was slamming himself into her. She couldn’t quite breathe, making half-choked gasps every time he entered her.

She almost screamed by the time he pressed his loins inside her, pushing his seed into her womb. She felt each squirt hit the walls inside her. His spunk was warm and felt so right inside her. For a while, she had forgotten this was a rape. He sighed and withdrew, leaving the mixture of their secretions dribble to the cold pavement.

“You know, this is by far the best sex I have had in a while. I didn’t know it would be so enjoyable.”

“Me too,” she whispered.

“What’s your name by the way?”

She was surprised that he had asked that. “Sasha.”

“Ah, a beautiful name for a beautiful girl. Perhaps we should meet again, Sasha.”

She was thinking the same thing. She heard the handcuffs unsnap and suddenly her hands were free. She was whirled around until she was facing her tormentor. He was wearing a silly black mask over his eyes, but this, combined with the shadows from the alley, made him unrecognisable.

She was breathing more heavily now. What did he have in mind? He was naked, having taken his shirt off during the act. He was smiling. She began to feel a pang of fear. Maybe he was going to kill her. She was surprised when he put her arms around his waist and cuffed them behind his back. They were now pressed closely together. Her hands could move anywhere along his back up to his shoulders. She felt something nudge her on the leg. She looked down to see his glorious erection. It was about eight inches long, as he had told her.

He slid her mini up and slipped inside her with a wet sound. She gasped and pulled him closer. His mouth started to kiss her neck. His arms were on her hips. He stayed embedded inside her and concentrated on her neck. His tongue slowly licked her neck and moved to her mouth. She kissed him back fiercely, tongue-wrestling him. He knew his stuff.

Her mouth was getting all the attention that, minutes ago, her pussy was getting. He played with her hair and kissed her deeply before pulling back. He slid his hands on her thighs and lifted them until she was in a seated position and her back was pressed against the wall. He started to hump her. It was slow at first but he quickly fastened his pace.

Sasha squeezed her legs shut around his waist as he pummeled her, hurting her a bit when her lower back hit the brick wall. She was moaning like crazy now, her voice driving her to this state of extreme arousal. Her nails – which were not particularly long – were digging holes in his bare back.

He let go of her left leg and instead, raised her top off her breasts. She tightened her hold on his waist so that her leg was still tightly coiled around him. He started to slow his pace and fondle her chest. She moaned as he pinched her left nipple, sending a sting of pain to her nerves. He roughly squeezed and twisted it until she almost cried. Then he let it go and latched onto the fleshy mound and started to suckle it. She dug her nails deeper into his back until she felt a wetness that could only be blood.

His strokes were now deep and slow, crashing her back into the wall every time he penetrated her. He alternated between her left and right breasts, using his hand on the one he wasn’t suckling. She felt the now familiar feeling stir between her legs. She tried to halt its relentless march but failed miserably. She screamed into the warm night, a scream that was quickly muffled by his tongue. She desperately sucked on it as she came like a hose, spraying her legs and his genitals with her love juice.

He let go of her chest and placed his hands on her hips again. Her legs were now hanging almost limp in his embrace. She was still recovering from the steaming orgasm that had left her ears buzzing and her heart pounding. He thrust his whole length inside her now. He started slow then hastened and slammed in and out of her pussy, until she was moaning again. He lasted an eternity it seemed and as he crashed into her, Sasha vaguely remembered that she wasn’t on the pill.

It seemed pretty silly to have that thought right now. The Gentleman emptied his balls into her open cunt with one final thrust and ground himself into her. She felt his dick spasm as jets of sperm hit her walls. She felt him slacken and he put his forehead on her left shoulder.

“That certainly was most enjoyable. I hope you feel the same as I do.”

She could not answer, the fire inside her body still raging. He took off the cuffs and turned her around, once again pinning her arms behind her back. She did not protest. She heard him pick up something, probably a cloth to clean himself. Her body slumped against the wall, trying vainly to stay upright.

Sasha felt the liquid slowly leaking out of her and crawling down her legs. Labored breathing echoed in the dark alley behind her, matching her own. A wooden crate creaked; The Gentleman was recuperating too. Her eyes sought out something to sit on in the dim light. An upturned bucket. She mentally shrugged. It was better than nothing.

She studied her surroundings while the blood roaring in her brain subsided. Her attacker – lover? – was looking at her with expressionless eyes. She shuddered, thinking of the stories she had grown up with: women killed after being raped, serial rapists who liked to take a souvenir, countless unsolved murders… Why was he different?

She forgot her probing when he suddenly got up. He smiled reassuringly as he strode to her and lifted her to her feet, holding her right armpit. There was a large crate further down the alley. He pushed her towards it, deeper in the shadows. Her pressed her head on the cold surface of the wood, bending her like a doll, so that her ass was sticking out towards him. He was going to do it again.

She closed her eyes and moaned softly when he entered her once again. This time, he was slowly moving in and out of her, with not a care in the world. There was a sharp intake of air each time he filled her. He would let himself sink inside her quickly, slip out excruciatingly slowly then repeat the procedure. In the middle of the act, he caught a fistful of her black hair and gave it a small tug. She raised her head slightly, mouth ajar, moans coming out at regular intervals.

She was surprised when he stuffed a damp cloth inside her mouth. Her muffled cry of surprise was quickly replaced by a moan as he slammed her once before resuming his slow penetration. Her tongue tasted her juices. It was her panties! She forgot to struggle when one of his fingers wormed itself into her puckered hole, twisting and writhing like a live snake.

She gasped through the cloth as he worked her hole almost roughly at times. She almost lost her self in the ecstasy when he pulled both his finger and his dick out of her. She was surprised to feel trepidation. The man had given her so much pleasure she could only wish for more. She almost screamed with horror when she felt his dickhead push into her asshole.

She felt a tingle at first. The tingle became a major discomfort as he pushed further inside. The discomfort turned to pain; the pain turned to agony before his entire shaft was plunged into her tight puckered hole. She numbly realized she was screaming uselessly while her anal ring convulsed around the intruder. The panties muffled the shouts to a bare whisper, hearable only in the alley.

She cried bitter tears of pain, humiliation and shame as the grip on her hair tightened. A sharp tug brought her head up with a muffled cry. She felt the invader stir; it moved slowly at first, quickly picking up speed. Each thrust seemed to rip a layer of her skin. A deep, almost evil laughter echoed in the dark alley as she was raped by this “gentleman”…

He roughly slapped her ass, squeezing each cheek alternately, all the while tugging at her raven hair. His movements rivaled those he had made earlier, slamming her ass roughly. She screamed continuously in her panties as each thrust seemed to pierce her skin. She felt she would throw up or worst. It came as a very surprising… surprise that after a while, she felt a small pang of pleasure.

The pang quickly became a sharp jab. She felt it every time the cock slid home. She stopped crying, stopped struggling as he fucked her like a toy. She unconsciously pushed her ass towards his hips. He laughed and pulled her hair tighter. He suddenly increased his rhythm to a frantic pace, once again ripping muffled screams out of her before emptying his bowels in her ass.

Her ass felt strangely hollow as he exited her puckered hole. She heard a small zap behind her. She turned her head to look. He was holding a stun stick, the kind used in jails to keep inmates docile. Her eyes widened visibly with fear as he approached her.

“Don’t worry, it’s for my safety.” He put the stick down beside her face and leaned towards her, stroking her hair. “I’m sorry about the last part, but if I didn’t, it would hardly be called a rape. Don’t try to contact the police, I’ll take the necessary precautions to erase every physical proof on your body.”

She didn’t protest as the scent of chloroform filled her nose.

 

She woke up in her bed, covered in blankets, naked. Her clothes had been pilled in a corner of her room. There was a small piece of paper on her night table. It read “Remember”. Her sore ass was a good souvenir if she forgot the note. She painfully rose and went into the bathroom. She sat on the toilet seat and wept as she felt the skin around her asshole.

 

Three days later, the newspapers all had a new heading: “The Gentle man Strikes Again! Where Is The Police?” Sasha read the article wordlessly and drank her morning coffee. She finished it and went inside. Her thin robe protected her from the slight chill in the air. She thought she heard a sound behind her. A sudden prick at her neck made her inhale sharply.

“Miss me?”

She knew this voice! Three nights ago, in that dark alley! He had come back for more…

She swallowed. “Yes…”

Her ample chest was held by a thin, almost see-through strapless pink tank top. Her long elegant legs were exposed under a blue, stretchy miniskirt that rode up her thighs every step she took. She was glad the air wasn’t cold or she’d be facing a severe cold by the time she reached the apartment she called home.

She heard those footsteps again behind her and this time she turned to survey the area behind her. She turned back but put her hand in her small black purse, clutching the small can of mace in her right hand. All the TV stations were talking about the new story, The Gentleman Rapist. She had to be careful.

She was five minutes from home when she felt a hand on her mouth and an arm around her waist. Before she could so much as scream, she was lifted off her feet and was staring at a cold, blank wall. She was starting to fight back when the tip of a blade touched the skin on her throat. She heard a soft voice in her left ear.

“I would advise you not to scream.”

Her eyes widened. She prayed this was just a mugging and nothing else. Stupid her! She had lived in L.A. all of her twenty-three years and was still dumb enough not to buy a gun! She nodded hastily. The hand covering her mouth was removed.

“Good. We understand each other.” The blade stayed where it was though. “I am going to do something that might be unpleasant. Try not to make noise.”

Sasha felt the arm let go of her but her fears were soon confirmed when a cold hand touched her knee. She felt a shiver run through her spine.

“Oh dear, did I do that? Here, let me take care of that.”

The hand was removed and she heard leather being stretched and a bare hand touched her at the same spot. It slowly made its way up her leg. She was about to cry when it touched her panties. The hand didn’t move. She heard the voice again.

“What colour are they?”

“Blue,” she whispered.

“Ah, a fine choice. My favourite colour.”

The fingers tugged at her underwear and she felt a tear slowly roll down her cheek. Her panties were down to her knees when she heard the voice again.

“Now, be a good girl and close your eyes. I will hurt you only if I have to.”

She silently complied and felt silk slid across her face and over her eyes. A knot was tied behind her head. A hand grasped her long raven hair and gently tugged them out of the knot. She knew the blindfold was a joke the second she opened her eyes. She could still see the wall through the thin material. Obviously, it was only to play with her.

The blade left her neck and descended to her kidney. A sharp prick made her gasp suddenly. He was telling her he could still kill her even if his position had changed. Her panties resumed their course along her shaved legs until they touched the pavement. The rapist lifted her legs one by one and stood up again. She heard him inhale slowly.

“Aaaah. Such sweet scent. Tell me, are you afraid?”

“Yes,” she squeaked. She had extracted the mace from her purse and was hiding it with her body. She heard a chuckle behind her and the blade returned to her throat.

“You should be if you’re seriously thinking about using that weapon, Miss.” She mentally gasped. Of course, he had seen the can, how stupider could she get? “I assure you there is no need to resort to violence. I am not one of those rapists, I am a gentleman.”

Sasha’s eyes widened more as she recalled what she had read about him. The Gentleman Rapist! At least, she would make it alive. She was still thinking as a hand slowly hiked her mini up her thighs. The Gentleman had a very particular Modus Operandi. He never killed his victims, was polite, tried to minimise any injury his victims could have and always (ALWAYS) made his prey come before him. The girls interviewed had said that he was gentle and always asked if he wasn’t hurting them or if they wanted him to wear a condom or something like that.

He was a strange dude. The few analyst that were on talk shows suggested that he stalked the city only for fun and that he was probably a well respected member of the society. He also never raped virgins. He had a count of twelve victims till now, with two more girls he had spared. As soon as he found out they were virgins, he apologised profusely and knocked them out using chloroform. He then carried them home and deposited them on their front door after calling the police.

Sasha was brought back to earth when a warm finger slowly touched her inner thigh. It slowly traced the outline of her lips. She suppressed a moan. Could it be that this rapist was seducing her instead of getting it on? She tried to block these thoughts from her head but it was hard with a finger playing with her, tantalisingly close to her entrance. It suddenly left its spot, making Sasha feel a pang of disappointment, immediately followed by guilt. She couldn’t be liking this could she?

“Could you put your arms behind your back, dear? I need to fix something.”

She complied, partly due to fear, partly due to excitement. She felt cold metal touch her wrists and a sharp click sounded. Handcuffs. She was trapped. With her arms around her back, The Gentleman as he called himself, could do whatever he wanted to her. The blade left her neck and was dropped on a wooden box nearby. The rapist leaned on her and smelled her shiny hair. He let out a contended moan and whispered something like vanilla. It was probably vanilla, for she had washed her hair with scented soap.

“Now, to business. I hope you’ll enjoy this as much as I do.”

Sasha felt two hands on her thighs. The fingers slid to her pussy and started circling its lips. She shuddered as one finger grazed her opening. This guy knew what he was doing. Suddenly, what felt like two fingers plunged inside her. There was no resistance at all. The foreplay had aroused her just enough to wet her insides. She gasped silently. She was wondering why he hadn’t gagged her.

The fingers gently rubbed her walls. She could barely resist. Then she felt his warm breath on her legs. He’s gonna eat me! He did indeed eat her, lapping her pussy with his tongue opening her wider with his fingers. He delicately swirled his tongue around her flesh, rubbing her clit with his fingers, doing it with such expertise that she could no longer stop herself. She silently moaned as he rubbed her clit once again.

“Aha! Did I just hear you moan, girl? I’m glad you like that.”

He continued his thing for some time. Sasha couldn’t resist any further. She started moaning every time he lapped her cunny. Her body was betraying her as she felt a familiar sensation well up between her legs. She gasped, more loudly this time, as her orgasm overcame her. Her head was slightly bent backwards as she shuddered with forbidden release.

He didn’t miss a beat and steadily drank her fluids as it escaped her body, leaving a small trail down her legs. He affectionately patted her inner thighs and stood up. Sasha couldn’t see what he was doing form her position but somehow she could just picture him wiping his mouth with a hanky.

“Aaaah, that was refreshing. Nothing like some liquid to quench your thirst, wouldn’t you say? Now, did you enjoy that?”

She wouldn’t answer him this time. She felt a finger plop into her pussy suddenly and the voice was in her left ear again. Her hands were pressing into his stomach from behind. The finger was joined by his friend and, together, they danced a dance of pleasure and arousal as the voice spoke to her again.

“I’m sure you liked it. You can deny it but your body cannot lie.” He pushed his fingers deeper inside. “Can you feel them?” they twisted around, trying to find her G-spot. “Can you say you really don’t like it?” the fingers found what they were looking for. “Can you say you want to come so badly you’ll do anything?” They were stimulating her, bringing her to the threshold of another orgasm. She wouldn’t last long, he was too good.

Sasha threw her head back as he pinched her clit with his other hand. Her mouth was open as a series of ragged moans emanated from her. The rapist’s shoulder was holding her head while his fingers continued their passionate dance. Her juices flowed down her legs, soaking her socks and part of her black Nikes. The fingers retreated and smeared some of her own secretions on her upper lip, under her nose. The scent was intoxicating.

“You cannot reasonably tell me this doesn’t excite you, can you?”

His fingers slowly smeared her juices on her lips, parting them slightly to spread some on her teeth. Sasha couldn’t help herself, she licked her lips, tasting herself and loving it. That guy knew which buttons to press.

His hands crept under her top and gave her chest a small squeeze. Her nipples hardened under the attention, a fact not lost to him. He pinched and massaged them with his fingers, tracing their outline under the pink material. She was getting warm all over. Her breathing was now ragged and noisy. The rapist knew she was enjoying it. He covered her breasts with his hands and slowly applied pressure. She closed her eyes and let the pleasure invade her synapses.

The hands drifted down to her love bud again. She heard a zipper open and some rustling behind her. Here it comes. He must have stepped out of his pants because she heard a belt as it fell to the pavement. The alley into which he had dragged her was dark and out of the way, perfect for his purposes. He stroked her hair almost passionately and kissed it gently. His hands settled on her hips.

“I must admit I am a bit lacking in this department, so you’ll excuse me if I’m not quite what you expect. I’m only just a modest eight inches.”

Sasha gasped as the head touched her lips. He rubbed it vertically along the slit, teasing her. Was he really a rapist? The cock slowly entered her, parting her lips and penetrating her easily. Foreplay really did wet things up. It slid in and out, making her moan. She tilted her head back so that it was once again resting on his shoulder. His right hand moved down to her clit.

He started rubbing it gently, sending a wave of pleasure coursing through her body. His remaining hand traveled to her c-cup and cupped one of her glorious mounds. She couldn’t resist anymore, she started thrusting back to meet his strokes. She heard a low chuckle behind her but it didn’t stop the great feeling between her legs.

He alternated between fast and hard strokes and incredibly gentle shallow ones. He was thrusting his finger in when his dick was going out. She was content to let herself fall into his embrace. He was by far the best shag she had ever had. Nothing like those guys who only thought about their dicks and their hairy balls. These just went in and got out faster that you can say “ejaculation”.

She felt another orgasm come close as he continued his intricate game. He somehow sensed this or was it just her increased breathing and body language that told him that? She could only tell that release was near.

It came with no warning. She threw her head back brutally into his right shoulder and ground her self into his loins as her secretions flooded her nether regions and exploded outwards, covering his prick and her legs. He didn’t slow down though, if anything he accelerated. She heard his balls slap against her ass as she cummed continuously.

She rested her head on his shoulder, trying to catch her breath. He chuckled and popped his fingers inside her and brought them to her lips. She hungrily sucked on them, tasting that wonderful thing. He then placed his two hands on her hips and started pumping. He thrust harder and faster each time until he was slamming himself into her. She couldn’t quite breathe, making half-choked gasps every time he entered her.

She almost screamed by the time he pressed his loins inside her, pushing his seed into her womb. She felt each squirt hit the walls inside her. His spunk was warm and felt so right inside her. For a while, she had forgotten this was a rape. He sighed and withdrew, leaving the mixture of their secretions dribble to the cold pavement.

“You know, this is by far the best sex I have had in a while. I didn’t know it would be so enjoyable.”

“Me too,” she whispered.

“What’s your name by the way?”

She was surprised that he had asked that. “Sasha.”

“Ah, a beautiful name for a beautiful girl. Perhaps we should meet again, Sasha.”

She was thinking the same thing. She heard the handcuffs unsnap and suddenly her hands were free. She was whirled around until she was facing her tormentor. He was wearing a silly black mask over his eyes, but this, combined with the shadows from the alley, made him unrecognisable.

She was breathing more heavily now. What did he have in mind? He was naked, having taken his shirt off during the act. He was smiling. She began to feel a pang of fear. Maybe he was going to kill her. She was surprised when he put her arms around his waist and cuffed them behind his back. They were now pressed closely together. Her hands could move anywhere along his back up to his shoulders. She felt something nudge her on the leg. She looked down to see his glorious erection. It was about eight inches long, as he had told her.

He slid her mini up and slipped inside her with a wet sound. She gasped and pulled him closer. His mouth started to kiss her neck. His arms were on her hips. He stayed embedded inside her and concentrated on her neck. His tongue slowly licked her neck and moved to her mouth. She kissed him back fiercely, tongue-wrestling him. He knew his stuff.

Her mouth was getting all the attention that, minutes ago, her pussy was getting. He played with her hair and kissed her deeply before pulling back. He slid his hands on her thighs and lifted them until she was in a seated position and her back was pressed against the wall. He started to hump her. It was slow at first but he quickly fastened his pace.

Sasha squeezed her legs shut around his waist as he pummeled her, hurting her a bit when her lower back hit the brick wall. She was moaning like crazy now, her voice driving her to this state of extreme arousal. Her nails – which were not particularly long – were digging holes in his bare back.

He let go of her left leg and instead, raised her top off her breasts. She tightened her hold on his waist so that her leg was still tightly coiled around him. He started to slow his pace and fondle her chest. She moaned as he pinched her left nipple, sending a sting of pain to her nerves. He roughly squeezed and twisted it until she almost cried. Then he let it go and latched onto the fleshy mound and started to suckle it. She dug her nails deeper into his back until she felt a wetness that could only be blood.

His strokes were now deep and slow, crashing her back into the wall every time he penetrated her. He alternated between her left and right breasts, using his hand on the one he wasn’t suckling. She felt the now familiar feeling stir between her legs. She tried to halt its relentless march but failed miserably. She screamed into the warm night, a scream that was quickly muffled by his tongue. She desperately sucked on it as she came like a hose, spraying her legs and his genitals with her love juice.

He let go of her chest and placed his hands on her hips again. Her legs were now hanging almost limp in his embrace. She was still recovering from the steaming orgasm that had left her ears buzzing and her heart pounding. He thrust his whole length inside her now. He started slow then hastened and slammed in and out of her pussy, until she was moaning again. He lasted an eternity it seemed and as he crashed into her, Sasha vaguely remembered that she wasn’t on the pill.

It seemed pretty silly to have that thought right now. The Gentleman emptied his balls into her open cunt with one final thrust and ground himself into her. She felt his dick spasm as jets of sperm hit her walls. She felt him slacken and he put his forehead on her left shoulder.

“That certainly was most enjoyable. I hope you feel the same as I do.”

She could not answer, the fire inside her body still raging. He took off the cuffs and turned her around, once again pinning her arms behind her back. She did not protest. She heard him pick up something, probably a cloth to clean himself. Her body slumped against the wall, trying vainly to stay upright.

Sasha felt the liquid slowly leaking out of her and crawling down her legs. Labored breathing echoed in the dark alley behind her, matching her own. A wooden crate creaked; The Gentleman was recuperating too. Her eyes sought out something to sit on in the dim light. An upturned bucket. She mentally shrugged. It was better than nothing.

She studied her surroundings while the blood roaring in her brain subsided. Her attacker – lover? – was looking at her with expressionless eyes. She shuddered, thinking of the stories she had grown up with: women killed after being raped, serial rapists who liked to take a souvenir, countless unsolved murders… Why was he different?

She forgot her probing when he suddenly got up. He smiled reassuringly as he strode to her and lifted her to her feet, holding her right armpit. There was a large crate further down the alley. He pushed her towards it, deeper in the shadows. Her pressed her head on the cold surface of the wood, bending her like a doll, so that her ass was sticking out towards him. He was going to do it again.

She closed her eyes and moaned softly when he entered her once again. This time, he was slowly moving in and out of her, with not a care in the world. There was a sharp intake of air each time he filled her. He would let himself sink inside her quickly, slip out excruciatingly slowly then repeat the procedure. In the middle of the act, he caught a fistful of her black hair and gave it a small tug. She raised her head slightly, mouth ajar, moans coming out at regular intervals.

She was surprised when he stuffed a damp cloth inside her mouth. Her muffled cry of surprise was quickly replaced by a moan as he slammed her once before resuming his slow penetration. Her tongue tasted her juices. It was her panties! She forgot to struggle when one of his fingers wormed itself into her puckered hole, twisting and writhing like a live snake.

She gasped through the cloth as he worked her hole almost roughly at times. She almost lost her self in the ecstasy when he pulled both his finger and his dick out of her. She was surprised to feel trepidation. The man had given her so much pleasure she could only wish for more. She almost screamed with horror when she felt his dickhead push into her asshole.

She felt a tingle at first. The tingle became a major discomfort as he pushed further inside. The discomfort turned to pain; the pain turned to agony before his entire shaft was plunged into her tight puckered hole. She numbly realized she was screaming uselessly while her anal ring convulsed around the intruder. The panties muffled the shouts to a bare whisper, hearable only in the alley.

She cried bitter tears of pain, humiliation and shame as the grip on her hair tightened. A sharp tug brought her head up with a muffled cry. She felt the invader stir; it moved slowly at first, quickly picking up speed. Each thrust seemed to rip a layer of her skin. A deep, almost evil laughter echoed in the dark alley as she was raped by this “gentleman”…

He roughly slapped her ass, squeezing each cheek alternately, all the while tugging at her raven hair. His movements rivaled those he had made earlier, slamming her ass roughly. She screamed continuously in her panties as each thrust seemed to pierce her skin. She felt she would throw up or worst. It came as a very surprising… surprise that after a while, she felt a small pang of pleasure.

The pang quickly became a sharp jab. She felt it every time the cock slid home. She stopped crying, stopped struggling as he fucked her like a toy. She unconsciously pushed her ass towards his hips. He laughed and pulled her hair tighter. He suddenly increased his rhythm to a frantic pace, once again ripping muffled screams out of her before emptying his bowels in her ass.

Her ass felt strangely hollow as he exited her puckered hole. She heard a small zap behind her. She turned her head to look. He was holding a stun stick, the kind used in jails to keep inmates docile. Her eyes widened visibly with fear as he approached her.

“Don’t worry, it’s for my safety.” He put the stick down beside her face and leaned towards her, stroking her hair. “I’m sorry about the last part, but if I didn’t, it would hardly be called a rape. Don’t try to contact the police, I’ll take the necessary precautions to erase every physical proof on your body.”

She didn’t protest as the scent of chloroform filled her nose.

 

She woke up in her bed, covered in blankets, naked. Her clothes had been pilled in a corner of her room. There was a small piece of paper on her night table. It read “Remember”. Her sore ass was a good souvenir if she forgot the note. She painfully rose and went into the bathroom. She sat on the toilet seat and wept as she felt the skin around her asshole.

 

Three days later, the newspapers all had a new heading: “The Gentle man Strikes Again! Where Is The Police?” Sasha read the article wordlessly and drank her morning coffee. She finished it and went inside. Her thin robe protected her from the slight chill in the air. She thought she heard a sound behind her. A sudden prick at her neck made her inhale sharply.

“Miss me?”

She knew this voice! Three nights ago, in that dark alley! He had come back for more…

She swallowed. “Yes…”

From above, the spectacle is hugely gratifying. People moving like busy ants, filling every street, snaking between cars jammed on the roads, such a pleasure to look at! The smell of pollution hangs thickly in the air, as does that of the countless layers of fake scent that people feel the need to wear.

I await on top of an old decrepit building, eyeing those people like a hawk, for indeed I am a hawk amidst scuttling mice. The thought makes me laugh. I am in a good mood at the moment. Probably from the blood roaring through my brain. Every smell is more defined, every sound is a thunderclap in my ears, the smallest insect crawling on a wall is a graffiti sprayed over my eyes.

The rest of my dinner lies discarded behind me. I can still taste it on my tongue. I run my tongue over my still wet lips and moan contentedly. I get up and stretch. It’s time to go hunting again. I barely spare a glance at the ruined body on the cold roof. He was a man in his mid-thirties who exercised regularly but smoked from time to time; his blood was that mush tastier.

Yeah, I just said his blood. What, I didn’t tell you? So silly from my part… I’m a vampire. Uh-uh, that’s right, a bloodsucker. No shit, I ain’t kidding. You still don’t believe me? Look at these. Aren’t they a little big for a normal mouth? Fake teeth? Don’t make me laugh! Those were outdated, like, last millennia! Okay, you need more proof, I can understand. Wait here.

There, see that homeless dude? Watch. No, I can’t fly but I can jump. *comes back after a minute* Stop struggling, you’ll mess my clothes! A’right, you forced my hand… *this part has been censored due to extreme violence and gore* There, you happy? What, you scared now? Oh, it’s the blood… I told him he’d mess my clothes. Well anyway, you believe me now? Oh, you do. Good. Where was I? Yeah, the roof…

The sounds of heavy bass and a guitar solo draw my ears. A rock concert, how charming. And I was getting a little hungry. The fall to the ground floor would kill any man, but then, I am not a man. I barely grunt as my knees bend when I land. I come out of the alley without a care. Let the cops find the two bodies. If they can…

The concert has been going strong for almost an hour when I reach it. An old warehouse, rearranged to house parties and shows like this one. Probably full of wannabe goths and punkers. God, I hate those, they’re so wrong. I shake my head as I walk through the door. What do you mean I can’t go in uninvited? Oh, you saw it in Buffy the fucking Vampire Slayer, so it must be true, that’s what you’re telling me?

*sigh* Forget all you know about vamps. All those books and movies do have something resembling truth in it but they are mostly inaccurate. We can’t fly, we can’t make other vamps just by biting someone, we don’t turn to cinders in the sun, we don’t turn into bats at night to hunt, we don’t dress in black, we don’t fear crosses or bibles. Christopher Pike was probably the closest who came to what we really are.

We can jump very high or fall from great distances without a scratch. We do drink blood, not on a regular basis –there are just so many homeless- but we are quite fond of it. Yeah, it sustains us, blah, blah, blah, crap. We just drink it for fun, it’s like a good wine. We can go a long time without drinking it, but the thirst becomes quite overwhelming at times. We can eat garlic, drink blessed water, walk across running water, reproduce… *wriggles eyebrow* yeah, that way, you pig. But there’s a catch. We can only have kids with other vamps. With an ordinary human, we’re like sterile.

Vampirism is a curse. It’s a disease. It’s a boon. It’s beyond your wildest… no, that won’t do. It’s fucking great is what it is! Yeah, it’s all that. You live forever but sometimes, you wish you were dead. Trust me, I know. Well, back to the story. What about the blood on my clothes, you tell me? This is a concert, I can pretend I dropped a pitcher of syrup on my shirt and I’ll strut in like I’m the shit.

Back to the hunt. The smell of alcohol is heavy in the air. Underage kids are already passed out on the floor and are almost getting trampled on by the hysteric crowd. Black leather and white makeup prevail in the sea of people. I search for the source of all beers, hoping to snag a pretty one on my way.

The bartender looks like a Drill Sarge with his huge biceps and his haircut. He barely spares me a glance but serves me an ice cold one seconds after I call him. Yeah, being a bloodsucking fiend has its advantages. You could say I exude an aura. It varies according to the people around me. Men see me as a pretty average looking fellow, but one you would not want to mess with. They unconsciously avert their gaze and are uneasy around me.

For women, it’s another thing. They sense this magnetism that pulls them despite themselves. I get more that a handful of stares as I sip my Bud. Twenty minutes after I buy my drink, I have already been accosted by half a dozen girls waiting to be fucked and even a couple of men. It’s all quite flattering but I do have my standards.

I hear a voice order a Bud. The voice is sensuous, almost sultry as the bartender hands over the thing. I am intrigued. It cannot be one of those underage anorexic bunnies. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a sparkling black dress sitting on a stool. The bar is the only place worth visiting in this warehouse. The stage is quite far away so the buzz of conversation is audible despite the amplified wails that the singer seems to like so much.

The woman pays me no attention as she sips her beer coolly. I wait and watch. A burly man sits beside her, flashing his Rolex as he hands the bartender a five hundred bill. Gold chains on his arms, gold necklace, gold earrings, a regular pimp with too much to spend.

He tries to fire her up but fails miserably. The woman continues sipping with not a care in the world. He insists, even proposing her money for some time with him. An uncultured swine. She gives him the cold shoulder and a slap. His eyes widen in shock, then outrage and his hand closes into a fist. He raises it and brings it down.

In an instant, I am on my feet. The beefy hand is twice as big as mine but two fingers suffice to block it. He struggles, trying to force me aside but a head butt changes his mind and he staggers to the nearest restroom, holding his shattered nose in one hand. The bartender nods approvingly and I return the gesture. I turn to the woman and get my first good look at her.

She is splendid. Long legs, black knee-high leather boots, a black dress sparkling with black studs, cut low on the cleavage and high on the legs. The hem is maybe four inches below her slender waist. As my eyes travel up, I see what appears to be a C-cup fitted snuggly in the black velvety material. Her face is charming. Green eyes, probably contacts. Defined cheekbones. Full lips, so red, so full of blood. A touch of the delicious liquid touches her cheeks as she murmurs a thank you.

“My pleasure. I dislike seeing women getting bashed.”

“Would you like a drink, as thanks?”

“I already have one,” I say, nodding to my unfinished beer. I have to set the hook firmly before I haul the catch. “But you can grant me a dance.”

She laughs and I mentally approve my choice. She starts a conversation as we drink.

“I couldn’t help but notice that you didn’t look at me twice since I sat down.”

“Funny, I noticed the same thing.”

She smiles suggestively. “I like men who do not seem to care.”

“Do I seem not to care?”

“Maybe you do.” There is a twinkle in her eyes as she says that.

I finish my beer just as she does hers and I stand up, offering my hand. She smiles, takes it, gets up and follows me to the dance floor. Dance floor is a wrong word. These people do not dance; they jump around like crazy, trying to squash their bodies together. It is kind of fun, if you have a busty babe grinding herself into you with every move.

She tosses her jet black hair around as she wipes her head as crazily as everyone around her. The band starts a tune that doesn’t seems like fingernails scratching a board and I start jumping too. Soon after, as our bodies get heated and closer, she presses her ass into my crotch and squeezes my left butt cheek. I know I have her, now. Her name is Rina and she wants to go someplace more private.

I take her to my apartment. On the way, she clings to my arm, giggling like a drunken schoolgirl. We stagger inside and her mouth is on mine as soon as the door is closed. My coat drops to the floor in no time and her tongue explores the confines of my mouth.

She pulls back and giggles once more. Her cheeks flare beautifully and I have to restrain myself not to bite her right now. She darts away as I try to snag her arm. She saunters to the bedroom and drops on the bed in a seductive pose. I smile appreciatively. She slowly lowers the straps holding her loose dress over her bare shoulders and slides them down her arms, moving slowly and so sexily.

Her milky breasts burst free as soon as the cloth is down to her navel. She shows off her navel ring, a single metal loop with a jade stone. The dress finds its way to the floor and she remains clad in her panties and her boots. I reach for my buttons and slowly undo them, slipping my shirt off my chiseled body. Interest sparks in her eyes as she studies the hard sinews under my skin.

My black pants are next. I unbuckle my belt and let them slide to the floor of their own accord, then step out of them. My dick is already tenting my boxers. It aches for release but I have something else to do right now. She spreads her legs as I move my lips to her pussy. A gentle kiss on the fabric than I kiss her mouth with all the passion in me. She nibbles on my lower lip as my hands cup her titties. A moan escapes her as I massage them gently.

My tongue touches hers and we dance a ballet of love in our mouths, exchanging saliva like two sex-crazed teens. I pull back and latch onto a breast. The skin is so smooth, I cannot resist. A sharp cry tells me I have bitten a little hard. No matter. As I suck some of her blood, she moans in the pleasure that pain gives. My tongue swirls around the nipple, licking it and sucking on it. I kiss her again and she tastes her own blood.

I take off her panties and the scent of her womanhood assaults my nostrils. My cock twitches in its confines. I drop my head to her legs and proceed to please her. She moans and bucks as my tongue does the movement I have practiced so long. She almost comes as she grinds my face into her cunny with her hands. I pull back just in time to avoid her orgasm. She pouts but quickly smiles when I lower my boxers.

My dick is not that big but, what with science, it has grown to a decent eight inches long and half again an inch wide. I pump it a few times and a bead of precum oozes out of the slit. Her full lips part as I guide it into a waiting hole.

I moan as her tongue licks my dickhead. The tiny piercing on her organ brings me pleasure like I have rarely known. She moves up and down my shaft, taking it fully into her mouth and throat. She sucks it enthusiastically and I moan all the while. After studying Tantric arts and the Kama Sutra in depth, I have become something of an expert on holding back my ejaculation. She has been sucking me for a good fifteen minutes before I gently tug on her hair and pull myself out. She looks disappointed but a quick kiss on the lips calms her.

Her tongue meets mine briefly as we embrace and fall on the bed. She spreads her legs as I place my dickhead at the entrance of her warm pussy. I tease her a little, rubbing it all over her lips, parting them with my fingers and rubbing myself along her slit. She lets out an exasperated groan and tries to force me inside her. I laugh as I plunge fully into her glory hole.

The feeling is great. I moan as her tightness slowly convulses around my length. She squeezes me through her inner muscles and smiles as I try to pull back. She laughs as I half-heartedly try to escape her clutches. I lean over and bite her right breast. She squeals as blood flows to my mouth again. My mind swoons and it is all I can do to resist draining her dry.

I retreat and thrust inside her mechanically at first, getting the engine started. She warms up and I become more forceful. I push her up the mattress with every thrust, pressing down and forward. She wraps her slender legs around my waist and moans every time I am in her. I use my not inconsequential strength to lift her up, legs still around my waist, and carry her to the wall.

There, I press her back against the cold white paint and proceed to hump her with almost inhuman speed. Being a vampire has many advantages. As I pound her already sore cunt, she orgasms, sending juices running down my legs and hers, wetting the wall behind her. I still do not stop and continue my relentless assault. She has another one right after the first. She hangs on to dear life as I slam her back into the wall. She will be sore if she survives the night.

As she climaxes, I let myself go, emptying my balls into her womb. As the throes of a toe-curling orgasm hits her, she arches her back, presenting me her delicious neck. I bite her and she squeezes me in a muffled scream. The blood flows form the tiny wounds in her flesh and I suck greedily. She begins to release my body as she grows steadily limper. I enjoy biting them beautiful gals while they’re in immense pleasure. It makes their blood rush to their head and the added adrenaline is exquisite. I let go of the corpse’s neck. Her head hangs loosely at her side. Her body is still warm and I am still hard. I thrust inside her for good measure and withdraw. She slides to the floor, joining what little blood I could not drink and the puddle of our secretions.

I wipe myself on her clothes and throw them at her side. My recent activities have energised me. I am positively humming with power. I dress more appropriately, a clean shirt and slacks. The night is still young and I can hunt during the day I must. I stuff the body in a large black bag and cram it into my trash. The blood I wipe with some regret. The girl is no longer on my mind. There will be others, prettier than her and more experienced. If they are good enough, I will let them live.

I take the trash upstairs, on the roof. After a few bounces, I am well away from the crime scene. I dump the body in a heap of junk on a highway. Another victim of a sex crazed wacko. The police will let it go as soon as they see they have no proof. As I head back to my apartment, I pick up a peculiar smell. I stop and smile. Glancing down, I see a couple of teenagers getting it on behind a couple of bushes. I drop down and observe them.

Voyeurism is nice from time to time and I wait until they are finished. The boy hastily puts his clothes back on and vanishes. The girl looks at him with disgust and tries to find her clothes. I can hear her weeping. I emerge from my cover and walk towards her. She might need comforting and the night is still so young…

 

 

The reasons of her anger, though various and complex, could be simplified into two words: Gwen Mitchels. Her girlfriend had been spending an inordinate amount of time with her ‘friend’. She was getting better grades in English, sure, but there was something she was hiding. It had been three weeks since she had met the guy at his house. Ever since, Gwen had changed. She giggled at awkward times, was often caught daydreaming and was even spending less time on her phone!

What kind of girl spends less time chatting with her best friend? Sarah thought. Something was wrong and she was determined to find out what. Even if it meant talking to Mathews. Mathews. The name itself repulsed her. She knew that guy was trouble. If only Gwen had listened to her…

She glared at her prey, which was still unaware of its impending doom. She reached him and took a deep breath. She was going to need it….

 

*            *            *

 

Gwen was feeling giddy. She had been thinking of Dave. Again. She always thought of Dave these days. She giggled. Everything about Dave made her giddy: his hair, his soft perfume, his clothes, his attitude… his body. Ah, his body. So many things she liked about it. She had fantasized, oh how she had fantasized…. She was going to meet him and get a little… something, to make lunchtime more enjoyable.

She heard Dave before she saw him. He appeared to be in the middle of an oral scuffle but she couldn’t identify his ‘opponent’. She cleared her way through the small crowd, not more than twenty students, and found her best friend arguing with her new… hubby? Guy? Boyfriend? They hadn’t even dated yet…. Well, she found her arguing with Dave.

Arguing was a small word. World War III came to her mind when she saw their faces. They were both contorted with fury and an unnatural… bestiality. Dave was clenching his fists so tightly they were blanching. And Sarah. She had curled her slender fingers into claws that reminded her of a vulture. Or a hawk. She opened her mouth in response to what he had said and what followed was the loudest and most imaginative swearing she had ever heard.

Dave answered with anatomical references. She caught a glimpse of the exchange: scrotum sucker, balled-up anus, whoring vagina, unfucked… what was it? Whoa! She couldn’t believe he had said that. Sarah was stunned for a second then her eyes turned cold and her left hand swung towards Dave’s eyes. The latter grabbed her hand and his fist was a blur as it moved towards Sarah’s nose. Gwen closed her eyes and waited for the meaty smack and the loud pop that announced broken cartilages….

She opened her eyes a bit and saw that he had stopped a mere inch from the organ. He flicked out his index instead, brushing the tip of Sarah’s nose, and spoke in a tone she had never heard him use. His eyes were colder than the chicken her mom had thawed yesterday.

“If you weren’t Gwen’s friend…” His voice trailed off, full of menace and unspoken agony. He turned and thundered off, leaving a discomfited Sarah and a shocked Gwen in his wake.

She turned to look at Sarah who was still looking in Dave’s direction. Apparently, she didn’t notice her as she walked to the restroom and slammed the door behind her. Sarah started after her and quietly slipped inside. She saw Sarah bent over a sink, her blonde hair hiding her face.

She was muttering something under her breath. Sarah took a deep breath and walked to her.

“What was that all about?”

Sarah whirled around, eyes wide. “What was what all about?”

“That little exchange out there.”

“You heard that?” Sarah asked sheepishly.

“Difficult not to.”

“Okay, it’s like this. You’re spending way too much time with that Dave shit. You’re not returning my calls, we barely hang out anymore and you even skip lunch. What’s got into you?”

Gwen scoffed. “What I make of my time is none of your business. And since when have you become obsessed with me?”

“We’ve been friends forever and you’re basically blowing me off!”

“I’m taking some me time. So what? Sarah, you should learn to share.”

“Share? With whom?” she asked suspiciously.

“Like I said, none of your business.” She turned and left the restroom. She couldn’t believe Sarah was so childish. She went to the cafeteria and looked for Dave. He was alone in a corner, eating his Jell-O in silence. She took her platter and made her way to him. Nobody cast her another glance as she was wearing a baggy jean and a loose tee with a denim jacket.

She sat down in front of her lover and met his eyes. He looked away for an instant before looking back. He was ready to listen. Not talk, not yet. She bit into her sandwich, chewed slowly, swallowed and took a sip from her juice. Dave was still looking her in the eyes. They ate, never letting their eyes stray from their required position.

“What happened?” She knew she could expect an honest answer. Vague, no doubt, but still honest.

“You saw?”

“Yeah.”

“Sorry about that. It was too much. I couldn’t take it. I snapped.” He shrugged, as if it could have happened to anyone. In fact, in could happen to anyone.

“You haven’t answered my question.”

He sighed and leaned back into his chair. “Sarah was asking about you. She was talking about stealing her friendship and bla and bla and crap. I was okay until she mentioned my mom. Something about a skank or a ho. That was too much.”

“I’m glad you didn’t punch her lights out.”

“I respect your friendship, I just don’t respect her. That’s why I stopped.”

“You’re really sweet, you know,” she said, pinching his cheek slightly. She smiled and leaned towards him. “We still got ten minutes before the bell.”

He looked up and cocked an eyebrow. “Only ten?”

“Ten is enough.”

 

*            *            *

 

Sarah was going to her English class when she heard something move in the janitor’s closet. She silently came closer. She heard a grunt and a moan. This was probably some stupid kids getting some R-rated action. She put her hand on the doorknob and suddenly pulled it open. Her jaw hit the floor.

Gwen was sitting in Dave’s lap, who was sitting on a bucket. Their faces were close together but Gwen’s long brown hair was hiding what they were doing. The closet was small and untidy. There was no doubt about what they were doing. She was still staring when they pulled back.

Gwen turned to her and her eyes widened. She wet her lips with her tongue and tried to speak but Sarah slammed the door shut and stalked off. They were once again bathed in darkness. Dave cleared his throat and said one single word.

“Oops.”

“Yeah, oops.”

“You think she’s mad?”

“No, she’s thrilled. Of course she’s mad!”

“Is that a problem?”

“Yes.” She sighed. “I’ll try to make it up with her.”

“There’s still two minutes.”

Gwen smiled and kissed him again. It was kind of a ritual. Eat lunch, and then make out in the closet. Sometimes she’d give him a blowjob or he would go down on her. They hadn’t had sex since that magical night three weeks ago. They kissed in silence, tongues rolling around in their mouths until the bell rang. They got out of the closet and went to their classes.

 

*            *            *

 

Dave sat through Chemistry thinking of Gwen and Sarah. Mostly Gwen. Gwen’s lips, her hips, her thighs, her soft skin, her silky hair, her breasts, her bum, her body, her curves, her tongue, her… everything about her. Sarah was going to be a bitch, that was sure. He pushed those thoughts aside and concentrated on organic chemistry.

 

*            *            *

 

Gwen waited near the doors after school, looking for Sarah. She was going to make this hard, she just knew it. She spotted her friend while she was walking to her car. She walked over and tried to start a conversation. Sarah shot her a venomous look the second she opened her mouth.

“I can’t believe you! Dave Mathews! Of all the people….”

“What’s wrong with him?” Gwen asked defensively.

“He’s Dave. That’s what’s wrong.”

Gwen shook her head. “Well, get over it. We’re dating and you’re not stopping me. Even if it means that I never get to talk to you again, that’s fine with me. I don’t belong to you.”

She turned and stalked off. Sarah was really a bitch. She saw Dave waiting for her near a lamppost. He had seen the exchange and was obviously going to provide moral support.

She grabbed his arm, looked over her shoulder, gave Sarah a murderous stare and dragged her new boyfriend away. They walked in silence until they reached the park. She sat down on a bench and put her head in her hands.

“Hey, hey, no crying,” Dave said, lifting her chin with one hand. He leaned towards her and planted a long, deep, passionate kiss on her lips. She responded with a firm hug that pulled him closer. Their lips were burning with desire. They must have looked like a pair of sex-crazed teens trying to get it on in a park.

He finally stopped. Her cupped her face in his right hand and stroked her long brown hair with his left hand. “You are beautiful.”

That simple statement made her blush. “Say… we haven’t officially been on a date yet.”

He smiled. “Tomorrow’s Friday. Pick you up at eight?”

“Yeah. Be on time.” She kissed him again, letting her hands run through his hair. They were still getting in his ears. She had told him to get a haircut. She rolled her tongue around in his mouth, feeling his, pulling him closer. She wanted him. She wanted him like a piece of well-cooked red meat. He must have felt the same, for he She broke the kiss regretfully and scampered off, leaving a very happy Dave behind her. She heard a mumble, something clearer.

“What the hell am I gonna wear?”

She smiled. Dave was a slob when it came to clothing. She was sure he was going to surprise her.

 

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Friday night couldn’t come soon enough. Gwen had tried every dress in her closet, trying to find the right one. Her sister had even lent her a couple of her dresses. She couldn’t quite make her mind up. Her bed was crumbling under the clothes scattered on its surface. Her sister, Kate, was sitting on a chair by her table, watching her with a smile.

“First date?” she asked.

Gwen blushed. “Yeah.” She fished out a green dress, tossed it on the ground, looked at a blue denim skirt and a white shirt and threw them on a chair in frustration. Kate smirked and got up. She collected all the clothes on the bed and placed them delicately on a sturdy chair. She lazily lay on the stomach and propped her head in her hands.

“So. Who is it?”

“Dave Mathews,” she said. She was too busy looking for a suitable attire to blush.

“Aaaah. The Dave Mathews. The guy from the English class. He finally asked you out.” She smiled when Gwen blushed. She saw her sister stop searching and sit on the bed, playing with her hair. Girlie talk was on the way.

“I asked him out. Yesterday.”

“What kind of date is it? Concert? Club? Dinner? Movie?” she enquired. She looked at the dresses and smiled. “Lips?” she suggested. Gwen turned the color of a fire hydrant. Yes, it was lips. Her sister had finally grown up. Kate was only one year older than Gwen but she had had her share of dates and lips. Gwen had always been shy.

“I think I have what you need but I need some info first. Why lips on the first date? Is there something I should know?”

Gwen turned an even deeper shade of crimson. “We kissed in the park,” she mumbled.

Kate moved closer to her sister and nudged her side. “You kissed in the park,” she repeated. “Wow, that’s fast. I usually wait for the third date.” Gwen hid her face in her hands. “So, you two kissed. How was it?”

Gwen lifted her head and gazed at the wall in front of her. Her eyes glazed over and she looked like she was spacing out. “Wonderful,” she finally said.

“Tongue action?” Kate teased. Gwen nodded, a mischievous smile on her face. “There may have been some groping,” she said.

Kate got up, went into her room and rummaged through her closet. She came back with a plain black dress in her hands. It looked too short, too insubstantial, too tight, too… revealing. Gwen shook her head. “I can’t wear that! It’s… it’s… way too short,” she said lamely.

Kate cocked an eyebrow and stared at her sister. “You wanna get your lips or some sloppy goodbye kiss on the porch? Stand up and wear that thing,” she ordered. Gwen got up and took off her pajamas. She slipped into the dress and closed her eyes in front of the huge mirror. “I probably look horrible.”

Kate sighed and shook her head. Gwen was so naïve. “You look stunning! Just open your eyes.” Gwen slowly opened her eyes. She stared at the figure in the mirror for a long time before whispering a soft “Wow”.

She was indeed stunning. The hem of the dress hung three inches above her knees, making her look respectable yet sultry at the same time. The plunging neckline gave a good view of her cleavage but was not outrageously open. The material was loose yet it married every curve of her body and accentuated them without making her look like a slut. The thin straps looked like they could slide off her shoulders at a moment’s notice. She whirled in front of the mirror, checking herself out. Her hips didn’t appear too large and her butt looked quite … tasty. Kate was right. The dress was perfect.

She looked at her sister and saw her wide eyes and her approving smile. “Dave’s not going to resist. If I were gay, I’d want you,” she teased.

“If you were gay, you wouldn’t be in this room,” Gwen replied lightly. They were pretty liberal when it came to sexuality. Gwen looked down at her bare feet and sighed. She didn’t own any high heels, only Nikes and Sprandis. Kate miraculously produced a pair of small shoes that fit just right on her feet. They were very comfortable, just two inches high.

“You save my life,” Gwen said, looking at her reflection.

“I know. At what time does he pick you up?”

“Eight.”

“Okay. You can go at eight thirty.”

“I’ll be late!”

“It’s a girl’s privilege to be late, honey. He’ll understand. Now, makeup.”

Gwen winced. She didn’t like makeup. It was so fake. Still, she let Kate guide her to her chair and let her do her magic. Some pink lip-gloss, a bit of eyeliner, some powder and the trick is done. Gwen looked just right. Not too much makeup but just enough to look supremely beautiful.

She heard a honk outside, followed by the slap of a closing door and footsteps. She looked at the clock. Eight sharp. Dave was really punctual. Kate led her to her room and gave her a few tips and some advice on how to make the night enjoyable. Dave was downstairs talking to their parents in the living room.

Kate went down and signaled Gwen to come down quietly. They listened to the conversation for a while.

“… time do you think you’ll be back?” Gwen’s father asked.

“I don’t know. What time do you want her back?” he asked.

“Not too late. Tomorrow’s Saturday, so she can stay out a bit late, but no later than midnight.”

“Alright. She’ll be here by eleven, Sir,” Dave said.

Gwen nodded approvingly. He had all the right answers. She nudged Kate and entered the room. She saw Dave rise from the couch and take a step towards her then stop. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed and blinked. She enjoyed the look in his eyes. She gave him the once-over.

He was wearing beige slacks, a plain black shirt tucked out with a yellow T-shirt underneath, a cozy blue jacket and his black Nikes. He looked great. He had made a conscious effort to impress her and her parents by looking respectable and cute at the same time.

Her father got up kissed her on the cheek and slipped out of the room. There was a bouquet of blood red roses on the table. How romantic. He brushed himself and cleared his throat.

“You’re… um… very…” his voice faltered as he looked at her. “Absolutely stunning,” he whispered finally. She smiled, took the roses, smelled them and dropped them in a vase. She took his hand and got out. “Let’s go,” she said.

 

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Dave still couldn’t believe his luck. Gwen was sitting in his Dad’s black sedan and looking hotter than she had ever had. He could barely concentrate on the road. They drove to a restaurant near her house with excellent food and guaranteed privacy at a low cost. He was friends with the owner and got a special table when the latter saw his date.

They ate, talking and looking at each other. They talked about the things two people in love usually do. Dave examined her carefully. She was wearing a beautiful black dress that seemed to mold her every shape. Her cleavage was delightfully exposed, just enough to make his mouth water. Her long brown hair was carefully brushed and shimmered in the soft light of the restaurant. Her lips were so lusty, they cried out for attention. Her legs were hairless, a definite bonus. She was eating her pasta slowly, enjoying the flavor of the Italian food. She looked up, noticed his scrutiny and blushed, making blood rush to her cheeks. She looked all the more beautiful with the color in her face. He couldn’t wait to kiss her. Kiss her like he had never kissed her before.

They ate and went to see a movie, “The Prince And Me”, with Julia Stiles. It was quite good and he was able to hold her hand through the entire movie. Her skin was softer than he remembered. Her smelled the lavender of her hair and her soft perfume. They went to the beach, walking with their bare feet in the sand, shoes in one hand, holding their free hands. They talked and laughed all the way to her house. It was around eleven fifteen when they arrived. He looked at her and leaned towards her, kissing her.

It was a simple kiss, just a peck on the mouth. He pulled back quickly and went out, opening the car’s door for her in a chivalrous way. He took her hand and led her to her doorstep. He noticed that her parents’ car wasn’t in the driveway and the lights were out. They stopped at the door. She turned to him.

“So. Good night.”

“Good night.”

She turned back, visibly disappointed. She was about to open the door when he snagged her right arm and whirled her around, pulling her in a strong embrace. She hit his chest with a grunt and looked up to his eyes. He was smiling. Her heart was beating faster, he could feel it through her skin. She was scared, in a good way.

His lips touched hers. She gripped his jacket’s collar with her left hand and cupped his head with her right one. His lips pressed against hers. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer to him, wanting her with all his heart. Their tongue were locked in an erotic ballet, right there on the porch. The fact that her parents could find them anytime excited him as much as her fragrance.

She tilled her head up, giving him full access to her lips. He cupped her face in his hands as she slid her arms around him. Her chest was tight against his solid body. He wanted her right now, on this goddamn porch! She hungrily sucked on his lips, her muffled moans and grunts reaching his ears. He hoped her parents were out.

He finally pulled back. He had to come up for air as much as she needed to. They were both red in the face. She rearranged her hair so that it was tucked behind her ears and smoothed her dress while he dusted his jacket and straightened his ruffled hair. He stepped back, panting slightly. She looked down for a second before looking up with a smile. She held his left hand lightly in her right hand.

She rubbed it affectionately and stood on tiptoe, pecking him on the cheek. She opened the door and motioned him to get in.

“Won’t you get a drink? Meet the parents at least?”

“Alright. Sure they won’t be mad?”

“You said I’d be back before midnight and I am. They’ll be happy to know their daughter is in such good hands.” She smiled suggestively, wriggling her eyebrow.

 

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They went to the living room then Gwen moved to the kitchen to get Dave a Coke. There was a note stuck beneath a magnet on the fridge’s door. It said, “Gwen, we’re at the hospital. Mom twisted her ankle and is getting it checked out. Don’t worry, it’s nothing serious. She’ll be up in no time. The house is yours. I hope you get lucky. I’ll call you when we get ready to go.”

Kate had left her the message and had put the time they had moved on the paper. Half an hour ago. From experience, Gwen knew they would be back in two to three hours. She smiled wickedly. More than enough? Or too little time? She couldn’t decide. She put the Coke back in the fridge and took off her shoes. These things were really comfy but her feet were starting to ache from prolonged use.

She sneaked to Dave who was sitting on the sofa with his back to her. She put her hands on his shoulders and started to slowly massage them. She leaned on him, whispering in his ear.

“My parents are gone for the night. How many do you have…?” her voice trailed off.

He looked up in indignation. “What kind of guy do you think I am? I don’t walk around with a box of condoms in my pockets! That would be lacking respect towards you to think that I can get some every time we meet.” He sulked for a while. “Six,” he quietly added.

Gwen smiled. She knew it! He always brought protection when he met her. She took his hand and led him upstairs to her room. The last time, it had been his room and his parents were absent. She hoped that Kate had cleaned up before her departure. She opened the door to find a clean and tidy room with an open window. Her room. She turned to her date. This was going to be fun.

She reached for the door behind him and closed it. She pressed him against it, feeling his hard muscles through the layers of cloth. Her mouth was almost on his. His hot breath was slowly blowing on her face. She kissed him long and deep, locking the door at the same time. His arms found their way around her. She cupped his face and kissed him hungrily, just like the first time they had been alone. His hands slid to her bum and squeezed her cheeks. She moaned as he slowly massaged her buttocks. She played with his tongue, rubbing it with her own, pressing his face to hers more fiercely. She was compensating for all the time they had spent away from each other.

She lost track of time. His hands had left her ass and were slowly sliding her dress’s straps down her shoulders. Her hands were busy unbuttoning his shirt. She pulled his arms to his sides and threw his shirt down. She lifted his T-short up and over his head. Dave let his arms fall slowly to her shoulders as he kissed her again. She was still fully clothed. She felt his member through his pale blue boxers. She pulled back and smiled. Dave’s eyes were lovingly watching her. His breathing had picked up and was warming her face. She kissed him on the right cheek, and then went on her knees.

 

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Dave relished what was to come. He had finally kissed her like he wanted to. Gwen must have enjoyed it because she was now freeing his hard dick from its confines. He stepped out of his boxers and felt the tip of a tongue pass over his dickhead. He shuddered. She was getting good at that sort of thing. She licked the shaft then the head, then the shaft again. When it was carefully lubricated, she opened her mouth and guided his meat inside. It was warm and inviting and so pleasant. She used her tongue and swallowed, sending numerous jolts to his head. The swallowing thing left a vacuum in her mouth that felt great. Her lips were at the base of his cock. She used her mouth for his shaft and slowly played with his balls with her hands. He could barely hold back. He had trained himself in the Tantric arts a little to be able to control his ejaculation and be a more efficient lover.

Tantra or no Tantra, Gwen was going to make him cum if she continued. He stroked her hair as she bobbed up and down on him and used her hands. He pulled her off just before the point of no return. She looked disappointed but stood up and kissed him again. She led him to her rather large bed and stood before him, waiting for him to undress her. Her window was open and the curtains open but this wasn’t a problem. Her neighbors were away for the weekend. His hands landed on her shoulders. Her felt the straps under his palms as he slid them down her arms. She was smiling so beautifully that he just had to stop and kiss her again.

He pulled her closer to him and moved his arms to under her armpits. His hands found the upper edge of her dress and slowly pulled it down. She was breathing more heavily now, just like him. He kissed her neck and hugged her, all the while sliding her dress down. Her arms were hanging limply by her sides, letting him work. He sucked on the skin just above her collarbone. The dress was now halfway off. Her breasts were free and pressed against his chest. He sucked harder, making her moan. Her hands flew to his head, urging him on, making him scrap the skin with his teeth. She grunted but didn’t back away.

He let the fabric fall from his hands and drop on the floor. He hugged her as she rested her hands on his head and shoulders. He let her go, pushing her on her bed. She giggled when she landed on the bouncy mattress. Her hair was fanned out beneath her and looked striking. He put one of the condoms on and put the rest on the floor beside her bed. She spread her legs when he climbed on top of her. He smiled and suddenly felt giddy. This was their first date and they were already having sex. Other guys would have been thrilled but not Dave. He was just marveling at his luck. He had found the right girl. Or the right girl had found him, depended on how you looked at the situation.

He slid inside her missionary style and sunk in until his balls were resting on her asshole. She moaned slightly then drew him closer and kissed him. She put her arms around him and wrapped her legs around his waist. They were still kissing when he started moving. He was slowly, rhythmically popping in and out of her. Her kiss was interrupted by a moan and he pulled his head up, watching her face contort with forbidden pleasure.

He pumped in and out slowly. She was holding on to him like a lifejacket in a bucketing sea. Her moans were soft and gentle. He continued his slow work and watched her face contort again as he suddenly thrust all of himself inside her. He pulled out and thrust again. He repeated this maneuver several times, each time eliciting a jerking moan form his lover each time. He called it preheating the oven. And right, the oven was boiling hot, he could feel it through the thin rubbery material covering him.

He picked up his pace, thrusting and grinding himself into her faster. She held him more tightly. They must have looked like a pair of monkeys in heat, each one grunting and moaning as loudly as the other and making the bed rattle. He neared his climax when he suddenly popped out of her and rubbed the tip around her sweet pussy. He heard her disappointed moan and slid in again, as slowly as before. She tried to buck her hips against him but he only stopped moving until she recessed. He was going to make her mad with desire before he made her –and himself- come like a fire hose.

He tried the Sets Of Nine. He made one deep thrust then eight shallow thrusts –only the dickhead inside, then retreat. Two deep, seven shallow. Three deep, six shallow. Four deep, five shallow. He continued this pattern until he made nine slow thrusts inside her. He was surprised at her resilience. She hadn’t had an orgasm yet. He decided to abandon all foreplay and plunged inside her, using all his speed. She started moaning and grunting louder. She racked his back with her nails, something he found incredibly arousing. Her legs were almost painfully holding him to her. He thrust still harder, making her move along the sheets. The headboard banged loudly against the walls with each animalistic push he gave. He started to feel the familiar sensation in his loins that predicted his climax. He felt her walls become impossibly hot then suddenly she was half-moaning, half-crying. He managed to hold for a little longer. It would be ungentlemanly to cum before she did.

He felt the hot nectar from her fruit drip on his legs and cock. It was running down her legs like water from a breaking dam. This was, after all, her first orgasm tonight. She shuddered once, twice, thrice. She held him tightly all the while and he never stopped moving, approaching his own ejaculation. He emptied himself inside the condom with a grunt and a thrust. He pressed himself inside her, feeling his fluid fill the sheath. She was calming down, sweating and kissing his neck. He pulled out of her and rolled on his back. He took the used sheath and dropped it in a wastebasket. He turned to her smiling face and kissed. They lay face-to-face, kissing and recuperating from their first eruption of the night.

He stroked her breasts and hair, marveling at their soft texture. She kissed him again and laughed a girlish laugh. He passed his hand through her hair, fanning it behind her. She leaned towards him and kissed his neck. Her arms slid around him and held him still while she sucked on his neck like a vampire, just like he had a moment ago. He closed his eyes and moaned. She continued this little thing until he felt a strange sensation. He was getting a bit dizzy. She bit his skin, drawing some blood and a grunt. She sucked his blood like a, uh, vampire? No, leech. Yes, she sucked his blood like a leech. It was delicious. He held her head against his neck, trying to figure out where she found her ideas. She pulled back and kissed him.

Their lips were burning for each other and for a while they just kissed like a pair of lovers. Their tongues danced in their mouths. They held each other like there was no tomorrow. He caressed her hair and she squeezed his butt. They broke the kiss and laughed together like lovesick puppies. He glanced at his watch. He never took it off, even when they were making love. They had fucked for about thirty minutes and had kissed for approximately ten minutes. It was time to start again. He was rising to the occasion, so to speak.

 

*            *            *

 

Gwen smiled and fitted him with another condom. She made him lay still on his back and lifted herself up, supporting herself on her knees. She took his hands in hers and placed them on her breasts. He immediately began to fondle them. She straddled him and took his dick in her hands. It was once again hard and warm. She lifted herself up, positioning the tip at her entrance. She rubbed the head against her clit and her lips. She smiled as she looked at him. He was still petting her chest, like a kid who had gotten his Christmas gift early. She placed the head inside her, moaning softly. “Incoming,” she said. “Target acquired.”

She plopped down on him. He grunted as experienced a sudden warmth as her pussy engulfed him. He massaged her mounds a little more pressingly. She lifted herself again, leaving the head inside her, then slowly slid down again. Her hands were resting on his strong chest. He was enjoying it. She was taking control, showing him that she too could bring him untold pleasure.

She continued her scheme. He was now moaning softly, telling her how good she was. She smiled as she lifted herself up another time. She let her hands drift to her calves. She slowly stroked them as she lowered herself onto him. Her fingernails scrapping her skin excited her even more than the sight of the body beneath her. She was using only her thighs and knees for movement, rocking up and down every few seconds. Dave’s hands were making her breasts hard with satisfaction. He was gently tweaking them, pinching the nipples and massaging them delicately.

He was so good. The best she would ever experienced, she decided. No, not the best. The most patient and delicate. Her first lover. Yes, the first lover always had a special something that no one else could give. Was it the patience, the silent need, the pleasure he brought her, the knowledge of her body, his emotional closeness to her? She pondered this question as she slowly lowered her body. She moaned softly, a long drawn-out moan that filled the quiet room.

She began to pick up speed, lifting herself and plopping down more forcefully. She grunted and moaned every time she felt his penis penetrate her. Dave had slid his hands to her waist. He was holding it, helping her in her movements. He began to thrust a little when she lowered herself. She was bordering her climax. She placed her hands on his chest once again and pressed her hands into his flesh, making her nails dig into his bosoms. She was now frantically thrusting up and down on his shaft. Her grunting had turned to a constant moan as Dave thrust into her on his own accord, holding her waist softly yet firmly in his grasp.

She felt her face grow hotter. In fact, she felt her whole body grow hotter, particularly her pussy. She thrust down one final time and ground herself into his pelvis as he tried to thrust as well, in vain. He settled for grinding into her as her juices flooded her fruit. She was erect over his body, almost perpendicular. She threw back her head and moaned loudly, as she came. She passed her hands in her hair, fanning in behind her. Dave’s hands were holding her pussy clamped onto his penis as he too climaxed.

He had closed his eyes, his mouth open in a silent moan. She felt some of her secretion flow down her thighs and onto the bed sheet. She would have to clean it before her parents showed up. She finally lifted herself off him and felt the remaining juice inside her flow out of her body. She was feeling tired. Her chest was heaving, her breasts gently swaying each time she breathed. She was spent for the moment. Dave, apparently, was not.

She watched as he ripped the condom off himself and crawled to her legs. He kissed her big toes, then proceeded up her left leg, kissing her flesh made hot by their exertion. She was patiently waiting for him o arrive at his destination. It was always worth the wait. Dave’s mouth was now a mere inch from her fruit. She new it was enticing. So appealing, with its puffed out, red lips, its sweet nectar and its arousing smell. He couldn’t take it any longer as he dived for her without any foreplay. Gwen laughed as he attacked her with a passion.

She enjoyed being eaten out, even after a strenuous session. She let herself drift away as her lover gave her so much pleasure. He was licking her clit, rubbing her walls with his fingers, sending jolts to her brain. She did not know how long she would last, but it probably wasn’t going to be long, judging by the waves of contentment washing over her as his tongue danced an intricate ballet on her flesh.

He felt the familiar heat surge. She welcomed it, embraced it like a long-lost friend. It was drawing nearer with each lick of his tongue, with each thrust of his finger, with each excruciatingly good second. She grabbed his head and held it in place as she played with his tousled hair.

His tongue was frenzied now. He had sensed her change. He was pressing his head more deeply into her. She smiled slowly, opening her mouth a little in preparation for the orgasm to come. She couldn’t control her body when it hit home, though. She suddenly clenched her teeth and hissed as her sweet nectar rushed outside to meet the hungry mouth waiting for it. She opened her mouth in a scream but no sound came out. She arched her back, thrust her head into her pillow and buried Dave’s head into her pussy.

She felt him lapping every drop of fluid coming out of her. It was good. It was extraordinarily good. She finally gasped as a second wave flooded Dave’s mouth. She was still trying to catch her breath while enjoying her release when a third orgasm rocked her. This time, she did scream. It was a low scream that her next-door neighbors probably wouldn’t hear but one that anyone outside her room or in the living room would have heard.

She was already losing hold on her consciousness when Dave’s face came into focus. Her vision was a bit blurry but she could still grab his head and kiss him passionately. She tasted herself in him. She tongued his mouth with great satisfaction. He was holding her still, his semi-erect cock between her legs. She felt her mind freeze even as he renewed the kiss.

 

*            *            *

 

Dave smiled as Gwen drifted off. She was probably recuperating. She had just had a triple orgasm. He didn’t know he was that good. Those Tantra books were really great! Next, he’d buy a manual. He kissed her sleeping face as he lay by her side, watching her nose as she breathed. Watching her twin mounds of soft flesh rise gently. He loved watching her when she was sleeping, not just when she was naked. No, correct that: he just loved watching her. She was so beautiful. It sounded corny, but she was more beautiful each passing second.

He longed for her arousal so that they could resume their delicate lovemaking.  He loved her with all his heart and could wait a few minutes; he was not as impatient as all his other friends. He knew she would come around soon enough. He kissed the tip of her nose gently, trying not to wake her up. He put his arms around her and waited until he finally felt a squeeze. Gwen looked at him with a smile and those haunting hazel eyes. So beautiful. He kissed her long and deep. She reached for another condom, put it on him and positioned him over her.

Just like the first time, he slowly started sliding in until he just thrust inside her. She wrapped herself around him like a snake. He thrust harder as she clung onto him. He thrust and thrust, feeling his loins swell. It was going to take some time but he kept his break-neck pace. Gwen moaned loudly with each thrust, just as he grunted every time he met her flesh.

Dave was no longer the careful and soft lover Gwen had experienced only moments ago, but a wild rutting animal. He plunged in and out of her so fast, his cock was almost a blur. He held her against him more tightly. She tightened her legs all the more. This was so fucking good! He fought to regain control of his frenzied body but failed. He gave in fully to his basic instincts as he threw himself into again and again and again until he rocking the bed back and forth. The rattle and the squeaking turned him on extraordinarily well.

Gwen was moaning non-stop. With every thrust, her voice would raise and moan would be louder. She had closed her eyes and was screwing her face up, as if experiencing intense pain. Dave understood her. The pleasure was so good, it hurt. It hurt to let it go, to know it could be over in another ten minutes. It hurt to get off her hot body, drenched in sweat but still the most attractive one he had ever seen. The though stirred him to greater heights. He moved even faster, making the headboard bang the wall again.

Dave bear-hugged her as he ground himself inside her. He felt his balls stir, boil, swell, do just about anything before his seed rushed inside his shaft and erupted out against the condom. Good thing he had thought to bring condoms with him. He didn’t want to ruin the relationship with a baby, but he knew he was going to go bankrupt if he kept buying sheaths like crazy. His semen, his fluid, his very soul seemed to pour out of him and into her. She held him and lay trembling beneath him. She was shaking like mad and was moaning with each wave that gushed out of her. She cummed once while he was holding her, then a second time as his fluid receded its flow and finally a third time as he was kissing her.

She was moaning as he kissed her lower lip. Her back was arched to the maximum as she desperately pressed her body into his. Her head was thrown back and was driving her pillow into her mattress. She couldn’t seem to stop gushing. Dave mustered enough energy to start thrusting again, despite his limping penis. He tried his best to get her another orgasm. He didn’t fail. Gwen fairly screamed as her body was ripped by another killer wave of delight. The scream died down as her voice’s pitch heightened until he could not hear it anymore. Her mouthed hanged open in that silent scream as he sucked on her lower lip.

She finally calmed down and relaxed in his arms. Her body went limp as all her energy deserted her. She slumped beneath him and closed her eyes. Dave got off her, took his condom off and it joined its comrades on the floor. He went to the bathroom and showered. He was sure the Mitchels would not complain. He put his boxers on and scooped the used –and sticky- sheaths in a wastebasket. He carefully took her dress off the floor and laid it on a chair. He cleaned the room as best he could before the parents came back. They seemed to be a bit late.

Dave hurried and collected Gwen in his strong arms. He carried her to the bathroom, slipped out of his boxers and cleaned her. Her pussy was puffed out and an angry-looking red. He had been a little too enthusiastic it seemed. He washed her hair carefully, something he had always fantasized about. He dried her sweet body and her silky hair, then carried her back to her room. He rummaged in her closet and found her pajamas. He quickly dressed her and put her in her bed. He had changed the sheets and sprayed some perfume in the room to cover their activities.

He slid next to her and kissed her neck. He kissed her collarbone and moved to her delicious lips. He lay there in his boxers kissing her until her lips were puffy and his own were sore. He slid his hand under her top and began to fondle her breasts when he heard the front door open.

He snapped out of his romantic reverie in an instant and his eyes darted around the room in search of his clothes. He spotted his slacks and pulled them on hurriedly. His yellow T-shirt was lying near her bed. He put it on, nearly tearing it in half and stuffed the remaining three condoms inside his back pocket. He heard someone walk up the stairs and frantically looked for an escape. The window! his mind screamed. He opened it as noiselessly as he could and started to get out. His feet barely fit on the small windowsill. He grabbed the edge and gingerly lowered himself until he was hanging by his hands. He moved his feet a little to prevent blood accumulation. Landing was more painful if he remained motionless, he had learned the hard way.

He let go and dropped four feet before his soles touched solid ground. He plopped down with a grunt, the noise having thankfully been absorbed by his Nikes and the soft earth and grass. He got to his wobbly feet and sneaked to his car. He lifted the handbrake and slowly pushed his car until it was half a block from the Mitchels’ house. He got in, started it and drove home, heart still pounding from the excitement.

 

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Gwen woke up feeling wonderful. She checked her alarm clock. 9:38. She smiled serenely, thinking of her previous night. She was surprised to be in her pajamas. The last thing she remembered was passing out from the pleasure after that, zilch. Dave had been courteous enough to clean the room, change the sheet and dress her. He had even showered her, judging from her hair’s lemony scent. She smiled again. Dave had not fled like a thief after making passionate love to her three times in this room.

Her door creaked open and she saw her elder sister walk in, her hands behind her back. She closed he door and leaned against the wall. She was smiling too, but a knowing and potentially evil smile.

“Wake up, lazybones.”

“I am awake.”

“So, had a fun night?” She put emphasis on the “fun”.

Gwen shrugged. “It was just a date, you know. Nothing special except the lips.” She smiled when she recalled what her date could do with his lips.

Kate grinned mischievously as she took in what her sister said. “I found you snoring like a baby when we came back. Are you sure, there was nothing else?”

“No.” Innocence. Pure innocence. Think pure innocence. I have done nothing wrong, except have goddamn awesome sex with my date on this very bed.

“Then what’s this?” Kate said, producing Dave’s small black shirt from behind her back with her right hand. Gwen blushed crimson and started to giggle like a maddened schoolgirl. “And this,” Kate added, withdrawing her left hand from her pocket. It was clutching a small, blue, wrinkled condom. Gwen buried her face in her blankets and tried to stifle her absurd need to laugh. She came up for air and watched her sister as she gave her a knowing grin.

“How was it?” Kate finally asked. “No, wait, lemme guess.” She screwed her face in mock concentration then tossed, “Uh, great? No, perfect. That’s it, isn’t it?”

Gwen thought for a moment then shook her head. “More than perfect.” A huge grin split her face. “Way better than perfect.”