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I have fucked my husbands brother almost as long as I have my husband. They look alike but couldn't be more different. My husband was the life of the party , everyone adored him and he loved the attention. A little too much. I'd struggled with affairs our whole relationship. Which is why His little brother Nick was the love of my life. Growing up he was the angry one. The black sheep of the family. The one no one understood. Except a few . One of them I was proud to say was me. I'll start writing from the beginning eventually , but first I want to tell my favorite time. It was a Saturday in June. The heat wasn't unbearable, just enough to want to stay in the shade and leave everyone's skin shining from being on the verge of sweat. Nick picked us up for the graduation party. We only lived twenty minutes away from the party but I was the designated driver . He looked great as always. While my husband came out in a t shirt and jean shorts, Nick was dressed casually but wore the shirt I d just bought him. Kinda secret code for our secret life. He smelled good, I didn't drive there. But I got in the car and inhaled the smell of his cologne and the leather seats of his Mercedes. That alone got me hot. I could tell my nipples were hard and visible through my thin shirt. The party was long. There was the usual barbecue and salsa dancing , and of course the beer flowed like water. Everyone had a good time. Except me. I wouldn't say I was a party pooper. I just hate being the responsible one of the household . While my husband Alejandro could drink and not have a care in the world, I was the one always there to keep him out of trouble . I'd taken my kids home hours ago. They knew the scene all too well. Me begging and pleading Alejandro into the car, him making me stop at all the old hang outs and friends houses. We finally got home at eleven. Not bad timing on my part. The kids begging to get some drive thru burgers and me loving the chance to drive Nick's Mercedes I go. By now I'd changed to a wife beater and very short cotton shorts. Asking nick what he wanted to eat , I could see his dark eyes looking me up and down. Raised his eyebrow. I knew he didn't care what we ate , cause all he wanted was me. The trip for food was fast. Even so Alejandro was passed out cold by the time I returned. Nick and the kids ate and watched tv. I went to get some blankets so they could build a fort in the tv room. Making nick a spot upstairs on the living room sofa, I feel him behind me. His hand on my waist and one on my tit. Kissing my neck. This mans touch made my skin tingle and pussy instantly wet. I tell him to stop. The kids are here and more importantly so is his brother. He lays in the blankets I just set out for him. Downstairs in my room, I lay down. The drunken snores are loud and Alejandro's taken the whole bed. Why the fuck should I care if he doesn't. I creep back up to Nick. Tiptoeing past the kids watching a slasher movie. Nick is waiting. He knew I'd be back. I always am. He's stroking his cock lazily. Keeping it hard for me. I walk right over and throat his dick. It slides in my mouth and down my throat easily. His body was made for me. I can hear him breathe a little ragged. His fingers are pinching at my nipples . I have to have him. I live for our sex. I pull his hand and lead him to the banister of the stairs. The obnoxious snores echo through the hall . He's still asleep. I bend over the ottoman and move my shorts to the side. Nick wastes no time. His cock pushes through my already slick pussy. My cunt is aching from the anticipation. He pumps his hard prick into me from behind. Neither one of us bothered to undress. We never have much time. If we got caught , we'd dishonor the family and honestly end up dead. The snores aren't even. Every time I hear him stop , I make Nick pull out. We go one for twenty minutes this way. Ten thrusts before I pull away from fear. I can't take it anymore . I know it's not honorable but I have to have him. I turn around and suck my juices and his pre cum off him and turn around again. Pull him to me , make him grab my waist and go deep. His hand wraps around and touches my shaved pussy and runs my clit. A soft moan escapes. He says "shhhh mami" and fucks me harder. His balls are slapping my ass now and my tits are bouncing . One hand still running around my clit and pussy lips , the other squeezing my D's hard. I hope he leaves bruises. He's always so careful not to leave marks when sometimes I wish he would. I'd tattoo his name on my twat if he'd let me. I may be his brothers wife but I'm his bitch. His breath is louder and full of lust. The snores are loud and they're giving me a rush. I'm fifteen feet above my husband getting fucked doggy style by the brother he doesn't understand. One hand I clutch the banister to hold my self up, the other reaching through my legs cupping his sack. It's so wet from our sex. He pulls out all the way to the tip of his cock then thrusts it back on deep. He's going slow twice then quickens again . He's makin me wild. The last slow one my orgasm hits , he keeps going until I hit three. By then I can tell he feels it. It's so hot and wet. I can even smell my sweet smell of myself. He pumps faster now , he's not pulling out as much now going deeper and faster. The snores are louder so I let out a moan and call his name. Nick owns my pussy. I feel him pulsing inside me. He's holding his breath and I squeeze his dick inside me. His cum mixing with mine and spilling out my lips . He busts a nut like he hasn't been fucked in years. Pulls out. I kiss the head of his dick like I always do. Kiss him on the lips and go sleep next to my husband with my brother in law's load dripping on our sheets.

When Lola turned 16 her mother sat her down in the living room, and asked her if she had a boyfriend yet. Lola told her mother, that there was a boy in her school who was interested in her, and she liked him too, but nothing was happening with them. Her mother asked Lola what she knew about sex. Lola blushed and said that they were all told about sex education in school years ago and she knew all about condoms. Lola asked if she should go on the pill yet. Her mother said ''no not yet Lola you don't want to start taking medication that would in time cause problems later down the line''. They talked about condoms and Lola said ''I don't think I'm ready to have sex yet with a boy yet''. ''A boy'' her mother asked! Lola thought a while then said that she has been having feelings for a girl friend of hers in school, but didn't know what and how to deal with them. Her mother asked if she thought the other girl might have the same feeling for her. Lola informed her mother that the other girl Julianne and her had kissed once as a dear. She said it was a quick kiss on the lips and that they both blushed. She also said that she liked the feel of Julianna's lips on hers. Beth told Lola that it was alright to have these feeling, and in time you might want to experiment with them on a special friend! There was a paused the conversation and Lola decided to upstaires and do some studying. Beth told me what they had been talking about, and asked if I had anything to say about the situation asking me if I could talk to Lola about how she was feeling. I was completely useless didn't know what to say and didn't think I could help. So Beth asked if she could deal with the whole thing? I said go for it honey, and thought that would be the last of it! So Beth turned and walked up to chat to Lola, I noticed that Beth had a grin on her face as she turned to walk away. Beth reached Lola's Bedroom door and knocked ''Honey it's mummy can I come in''? Lola said yes and Beth entered closing the door behind her. Beth walked over to Lola who was laying on her bed with her head in a book studying. Beth sat on the side of Lola's bed and asked if they could talk some more about what they had been talking about downstairs. Lola put her book down and said she would like that cause she was feeling confused. Beth told her about when she was in University sharing a room with an old friend and how they would talk about other guy's in Uni, and they both shared stories of past boyfriends. Beth then told Lola that over the year sharing the room with her friend that they both became very close, she told Lola that one day when they got back from a party, having a bit to much to drink that they also dared each other to kiss. Lola asked what did they do. To this Beth leaned forwards and kissed Lola on her lips! Lola was shocked and dazed by what her mum was doing, but Beth just kept on kissing Lola on her lips, Beth's kisses got more daring and more passionate, forcing Lola to open her mouth as Beth slipped her tongue into Lola's warm mouth, tasting Lola's saliva on her tongue. Lola moaned and tried to pull away out of shock, but Beth just put her hands up and held Lola's face in her hands, kissing and probing the sweet wet mouth of her daughter. Lola was like a scared rabbit caught in the headlights of a speeding car, not knowing which way to move but frozen there it time, while Beth just kept kissing her intensely. Before she know what she was doing Lola had started to return the kisses, opening her mouth a little more feeling Beth's tongue dancing round inside her mouth, as she in turn started to suck on her mothers tongue, sliding her own tongue into Beth's mouth probing her mouth and tasting her saliva. Beth started to run her hands down over Lola's shoulders and down the front to Lola's breasts. Lola was a busty woman even at 16 she had developed a sizable bust of 34DD while Beth was a 32D, Beth was caressing Lola's breasts through her Green t-shirt Lola was kissing Beth's mouth with desire she never thought she had, Beth continued running her hands over Lola's breasts, teasing her nipples through the t-shirt and bra. Beth mover her hand up and under Lola's t-shirt, feeling her soft skin as she reach for Lola's breasts, removing the cup supporting one of Lola's breast caressing her skin and finding her nipple, gently squeezing the nipple making it hard to her touch. Lola was now breathing heavier as she started to moan, on hearing the moan's Beth placed her other hand up and under Lola top releasing her other breast from it's cup. Lola raised her arms and Beth pulled her top up over her head revealing Lola's breast, Beth reached round and unclipped Lola's bra letting it fall to the bed as she leant forwards, kissing and suck on Lola's breasts and nipples. Lola looked down and kissed Beth's head as Beth continued to caressing and suck on Lola's nipples, making them hard like bullets and tender to the touch. Beth pulled away and folding her own arms reaching down and pulling up her own top over her head revealing her breasts to Lola. Unclipping her own bra letting it fall to the bed too. Lola looked at her mothers breasts and placed a hand nervously on Beth's breasts, Beth guided Lola's head and mouth to her breasts telly Lola to suck on her nipples. As Lola starts to suckle on Beth's nipples. Beth remembers how Lola used to do this when Beth breast fed her as a baby. A thousand memories come flooding back to Beth of how much she liked nursing Lola as a baby, and how much joy it gave her bonding with her only child, whishing that she had more then just one daughter. Lola looked up at the mother as she continued to suck on her nipples, Beth gently caressed the sides of Lola's face feeling her sucking harder on her nipples. Beth starts to mover her hand down lower on Lola's body caressing her stomach as she reaches for Lola's crouch, placing her hand between Lola's thighs caressing them moving her hand up and down inside Lola's leggings. Lola shuddered as her mother's hand moves over her panties finding the crease covering Lola's pussy. Lola sucked harder on Beth's nipples as Beth slide a finger into Lola's panties feeling her daughters young moist pussy for the first time, sliding the finger up and down over Lola's outer vulvar feeling the moistness growing, finding her clit and gently rubbing it. Lola starts to moan as her body gets ready for it's first orgasm, she arches her back as Beth's finger starts to rub harder on her clit, feeling Lola close to Cumming Beth slide her finger gently into Lola's wet pussy, feeling her mussels tightening round her finger Beth pushes deeper as Lola's body explodes into her first orgasm. Lola starts panting and moaning with deep heavy breaths as Beth brings her daughter to her second climax. Lola has stopped sucking Beth's nipples as her head tilts back with shock wave after shock wave rashes over Lola's body causing her to convulse to Beth's touches. Beth starts to finger fuck Lola's wet warm pussy as gashes of cum squirts out of Lola's pussy like a fountain in the hot summers air. Covering her mothers hand with warm sticky juices. Beth gently pulls her finger out of Lola's pussy raising it to her mouth and tasting her daughters sweet juices. She then places her hand over Lola's mouth so she can taste her own sweet cum. Lola opens her mouth taking her mothers finger into her mouth sucking on the sweet wet sticky finger mmmmm moaning as she tastes her own juices. Beth leans forward kissing Lola wet lips tasting her finger in Lola's mouth loving the taste Beth decides to go the whole hogg, moving down Lola's body kissing her way down to her daughters still wet pussy. Pulling her leggings all the way off, Beth places her mouth over Lola's wet pussy lips sticking out her tongue Beth goes to town on Lola's pussy, sliding her tongue up and down in and out of Lola's pussy. Lola's body goes into melt down as she reaches the biggest of orgasms she would ever experience Gushing loads more of sweet nectar for her mother to drink, Beth sucks and nibbles on Lola's outer and inner valve pushing her tongue deeper still feeling her baby daughter explode again and again. Beth moves her body up, kissing her way back up to Lola's face, letting Lola taste once again her own juices on her mothers lips. Beth moved further up, straddling Lola's shoulders as she pulls up the skirt she wearing pulling her panties to one side exposing her pussy lips to her daughters lips as she lowers herself down onto Lola's mouth. Lola opens her mouth sticking out her tongue and starts to lapp at her mothers pussy, tasting the sweet wetness of Beth's pussy Lola start to lick and suck on Beth's clit and pussy. Beth lets out a cry as she orgasm all over Lola's face covering her from forehead to chin with her wet sticky cum, Lola opens her mouth as Beth squirts wave after wave of cum into Lola's mouth! Watching and hearing Lola swollow all of Beth's cum as she reaches another orgasm, riding Lola's mouth as if she was riding a hard cock! After a while of cuddling and kissing Beth asked Lola if she liked what they had both done, and if she thinks she would like to do that with her friend from school, or if she would like to do it again with mummy!

1 Alex's heart was racing as she sat the quarters down on one of the washing machines. The laundromat was empty, and she prayed it stayed that way. She took a deep breath and opened the lid. The laundromat was in the basement of her apartment building. It was pretty busy during the day, but at night there was rarely anyone there. Alex hesitated a moment longer, looking toward the door, then pulled her shirt up over her head. She hesitated once more, knowing that the sooner she got it over with, the better, then slid her shorts down her long slender legs. She had found out in college that acts of voyeurism turned her on; some people would call her an exhibitionist (some others would call her a slut). She had felt moisture between her legs right after she stepped out of her apartment (stepping out actually confirmed that she was going to go through with this). Now she found that her legs were wobbly. Her shirt and shorts went into the washer, then her bra followed. Finally she worked up the courage to slip out of her panties, and she dropped them in with the rest. Now she was completely naked, with nothing to cover herself. Being so naked and exposed in the frequently used laundromat sent a spark of lust between her thighs. Alex put quarters in the machine and set it to wash. It would take twenty minutes to wash them and ten to rinse. They'd probably dry pretty quickly. She had killed time when she first got here, so she thought it was only fair to set the timer up five minutes. She had accidentally leaned against the machine, and found that the metal was extremely cold to skin that wasn't used to being bare. She braced herself before she sat down, but found that plastic, though cold, wasn't nearly as cold. Leaning back a little, she sat with her arms at her sides and her legs tightly together. Part of what she agreed to if she had lost the bet was that she had to shave between her legs. That left her feeling even more exposed, but she had to admit that she liked it that way. Thinking she had heard something, Alex sat up straight and listened as hard as she could. Her arms wanted to cover her breasts as best they could, but she wasn't allowed to cover up. She waited anxiously for someone to step into the laundromat, but no one did. She sighed relief. It seemed like a long time, but even without a watch, she knew that it had only been about five minutes since she stepped out of her panties. She wondered how she could pass the time when all she really wanted to do was get back up to her apartment and masturbate like crazy. She once again held her breath and listened intensely. This time she was sure of it: she heard footprints. Even if she wanted to, there was nowhere to run. She simply sat and prayed that it was just the janitor or a maintenance man (or woman) and they would walk right on by the door without taking any notice of her. A young woman about her age took three steps into the room before noticing the naked girl. “Oh!” she said, purely out of surprise. “I mean, hi! I'm sorry, I just wasn't expecting to find...anyone else down here. I'm Kim,” she said, offering her hand to Alex. “Alex,” she said weakly. “So...you live in the building?” “Yeah, third floor.” “Really? Me too. Although I haven't been living there for long.” Kim emptied her clothes basket into a washing machine and started it as she talked. Now she looked directly at Alex. “Look, I don't mean to pry, but...what are you doing down here naked?” Alex blushed. “My clothes are in the washing machine.” “So you just came down here, stripped your clothes off and threw them in the washing machine? Damn, I wish I was that brave.” Alex wished she was a little braver herself. She had contemplated backing out of it even though she swore to Nicole that she wouldn't. “So, do you do this often? Just sit here naked while your clothes wash?” “I lost a bet.” “Oh, really? What game did you bet on?” “Actually, I lost a drinking contest to my best friend, Nicole.” “That sounds like fun. Y'know, umm, actually, I'm kinda new in town and I don't have any friends here. You think you and I can hang out sometime?” Alex had been contemplating whether Kim was coming onto her or not, and Kim had mistaken her expression for something else. “Hey, it's okay if you don't want to. I just--” “No, it's not that. It's just...I'm not a lesbian.” The look of astonishment on Kim's face was almost comical, then she laughed. “No, no, I'm not like that either. I just want somebody to hang out with.” Alex blushed and offered a shy laugh. “Sorry. But yeah, I'd like to hang out sometime. And I can introduce you to Nicole.” The two of them chatted for a while and Alex almost forgot that she was naked. They talked about all the crazy things they did in high school and college (Alex had once made out with a girl; Kim had had sex with two ex-boyfriends at the same time; once, in high school, she had been on the bus with the football team. They were coming back from a big game where they had destroyed their opponents, and she rewarded them by standing up at the front of the bus and slipping her cheerleader skirt down to moon them. They happily applauded, but were disappointed when she wouldn't give them an encore. Once, during fraternity initiations, Alex had masturbated in front of three guys.) Alex also told her about Nicole, and how she was one of the most outgoing people she had ever met. Well, either outgoing or crazy. Soon her washing machine buzzed and came to a stop. She got up and transferred them to the dryer (the washing machine feeling cold on her bare skin). Alex was busy feeding the dryer quarters, and didn't see Nicole enter the room. Once the dryer was going, she spun back around and found her best friend standing there, watching her. Nicole offered a wide grin. “So you actually did it, huh? I really thought you would end up chickening out.” “Hey Nicole,” Alex said, taking her seat. “What are you doing here?” “Oh, I just decided to come by and make sure you didn't chicken out. Who's your friend?” “This is Kim. Kim, Nicole.” “Hi,” Kim said. “Hi,” Nicole replied. Turning back to Alex, she said, “Having fun yet?” “Oh, yeah, sitting naked in a laundromat. It's a real thrill." It really was. "Does it look like I'm having fun?” “Well, I'm glad you're enjoying it, because you and me are gonna have a rematch. Same deal. Loser has to come down here and throw her clothes in the wash.” “No way. You already beat me yesterday. I'm not about to do this again.” “C'mon, it's not that bad, is it? You only had one visitor the whole time, two counting myself. Besides, I'll take three shots before we start. You want to get me back, don't you?” The thought of putting Nicole through what she had been through tonight was pretty tempting, and she thought she knew a few guys in the building that she could send down here to 'wash clothes' while Nicole was waiting for her clothes to finish washing. Alex sighed theatrically. “Okay, but what do you say we raise the stakes?” Nicole smiled maliciously. “What'd you have in mind?” “The loser has to sit in that chair while she waits for her clothes to dry,” she said, pointing to one directly in front of the door, “with her legs spread.” “Fine. We'll drink tomorrow. I hope you're ready to spread your legs,” she said as she walked toward the door. She turned back long enough to say, “Nice meeting you, Kim,” and left. The dryer stopped, and Alex tugged on the handle. For one horrifying second, she thought that it was stuck. Then she relaxed, pulled again, and the door came open. She dressed and left after exchanging room numbers with her new friend. As soon as she was safely inside her apartment, her clothes came off again. The combination of the heat from the clothes straight out of the dryer and her own sexual arousal had gotten her hot enough to sweat, but the moisture between her legs wasn't sweat. Nicole had bought her a dildo for her birthday as a gag gift, and she had used it many times on occasions such as this. Now she went and got it out of her sock drawer, and returned to the living room. She sat down on the carpet and spread her legs. She had masturbated in every part of the small apartment that she could think of, but the living room was her favorite place, because sometimes she liked to pretend that she had an audience. She teased her pussy with the head of the big rubber dick, rubbing it up and down her slit and occasionally allowing the head to slip up inside her. Soon she had all eight inches in her, and she worked it in and out fast, rubbing her clit with her free hand. It wouldn't be long now. She tried to be as quiet as she could, but a soft moan escaped her lips anyway. She lay back on the floor, bending her knees and spreading her thighs wider. As she came, she felt her own juices flowing down between her legs. She would probably have to scrub the carpet after she cleaned herself up. 2 Holly lay on top of the comforter on her bed. Her gown had been tossed aside, and her panties were around her ankles. One hand was playfully pinching her nipple, the other stroking her slit. Holly had a bit of a voyeurist streak in her. Sometimes she would leave the door cracked while she changed clothes. The only ones that might catch a glimpse of her would be her parents or Jimmy, her older stepbrother. Still, she found the idea exciting. Sometimes, she would sneak out of the house, strip all her clothes off, and finger-fuck herself in the back yard. She lived in a small neighborhood, but they had a privacy fence around their back yard and it was always dark anyway. The thrill of being naked outside and the thrill of being caught excited her tremendously, but lately it had become too...routine. A lot of the thrill had gone. She thought and thought about how she could make it more exciting, and actually seriously considered turning the back porch light on while she masturbated. She knew she wouldn't, though. It was too risky and she wasn't that brave...yet. She did, however, find a solution to her problem; tonight, after her parents went to bed, she would sneak out the back door as she always did...except she would leave all her clothes in her bedroom. From the time she left her bedroom to the time she got back, she would be completely naked. She'd walk naked down the hall, straight past her brother's door, naked through the living room, naked through the kitchen...and finally, naked while she masturbated on the back porch. And of course, she would have no other choice but to make the trip back naked. Everything was quiet, and had been for a little while. She sat up, slipped her panties off her feet and dropped them on the floor next to her nightgown. She got off the bed and moved toward the door, pulling it open just a crack. She listened intensely. There was nothing for a while, then she thought she heard something from the direction of her parents' bedroom. Deciding to wait a little longer (she hated to think what would happen if she really did get caught), she lay back down on the bed, feeling daring enough to leave the door cracked as she massaged her pussy. A single finger traveled up and down her wet slit. Occasionally she would slide her finger inside her, teasing herself. Pretty soon she realized that she had better stop before she comes. Holly crept back to the door and strained to hear. Nothing. It was dead silent, except for the air conditioner in her mom and dad's room, and the fan in her own. Slowly, she eased the door open. She stuck her head out, looking in both directions. All clear. It took a lot of effort to take that first step out into the hallway, but once she had done it, she was thrilled that she had. She gently eased her door all the way shut, still listening for any noise. She tiptoed down the hall at the speed with which she normally walked. She stopped when she reached her older brother's door. Slowly, cautiously, she snuck past it, and she froze when she heard a sudden noise. For one horrifying second, she thought he would open the door and see her standing there, totally and completely naked, in the hall. Then she realized that it hadn't been the sound of a doorknob turning; she didn't know what it was, or care, as long as Jimmy stayed in his room. She tiptoed faster. Even moving at a good speed, she hardly made any noise at all. She slipped through the living room and into the kitchen, and finally out the back door. She walked out into the middle of the back yard and sat down on the wet grass (she usually got beside the porch, where there was the least possible chance of her being seen, but now she was feeling braver than usual). It felt good to her bare butt, and a few blades rubbed against her pussy. Walking through her own house naked had excited her more than she would have ever imagined. Now she quivered as one finger stroked her tiny slit. She slipped it in her as far as it would go, and it surprised a moan out of her. Normally, she would have sat up straight and looked around cautiously to see if anyone had heard her and was coming to investigate. Now, however, she was too excited. She might care five minutes from now, but at the moment her attention was completely on her little kitty. She slipped a second finger in. Now she was aware of how sensitive her clit had become, and managed to stifle the moan. The only thing that escaped her lips was her quick, harsh breathing. She thrust her fingers deeper into her, simultaneously thrusting her hips forward for maximum penetration. Hot liquid rushed out of her lips, running down her fingers and onto her hand. She worked her fingers furiously, savoring every second of the most powerful orgasm she had ever had. She collapsed onto the grass, arms and legs spread. For the moment she didn't care that she was covered in dew and blades of grass, and even her own juices. For the moment she only thought about how great it felt to be naked; naked and dirty in her own back yard. The grass felt wonderful on all her bare parts. Her hands went to her breasts, rubbing and playfully pinching her nipples. One hand moved down her smooth belly to the smoother skin of her little pussy. She wanted to stay out here and play some more, but knew she had to go to bed sometime tonight. She got up and brushed herself off as best she could, then started for the door. She eased it open gently, peeking inside much like she had peeked out of her own door. After making sure it was safe, she stepped inside and shut the door behind her. She tiptoed back through the kitchen and living room, and down the hall. Once again she froze at her stepbrother's door, but this time she heard no noise when she started back. Instead of going to her room, she went to the door almost straight across from her own. She always got dirty, and always took a shower afterwards. This time she didn't have to worry about taking her clothes back off, though. Still feeling brave, she decided to leave the bathroom door open while she showered. She would be behind the curtain anyway. The hot water felt great on her body. She built up a good lather and rinsed it off. Usually she showered and went straight to bed, but tonight she would break that routine. She slipped a finger, then two, inside her pussy and began working them rhythmically. She realized that she had never masturbated in the shower before, and wondered why she hadn't thought of it. It didn't matter now. Holly got down on her knees and bent forward, bracing herself against the foot of the tub with her free hand. The shower head was aimed downward, and most of the water fell on her ass. The sensation was wonderfully stimulating. Then she had another idea. She stood up long enough to retrieve the hairbrush next to the sink. Getting back on her knees, she worked the hard plastic handle into her soft cunt. The handle was a little bigger than both of her slender fingers put together, so it was a little more than she was used to, but it felt great inside her. The combination of the hot water and the new sensation of something big and hard inside of her sent her over the edge, and she gasped for breath as her second orgasm jolted through her body. She stood up, pulling the hairbrush out of her pussy and washing it off in the water. After she washed up, she stepped out of the shower and dried herself off. Wrapping the towel around her slim figure, she stopped and reconsidered, then threw it in the clothes basket. Surely she didn't need a towel around her to step across the hall. 3 Anita was shy by nature; she wasn't the type of girl that wore tight shirts and short skirts. Today was a different story, though. She had lost a bet to Jenny, her best friend, and that left her in nothing but the skimpiest bikini she had ever seen during her trip to the beach. The bottom was really nothing more than a few strings with a small, narrow triangle to cover her female parts, and the top was a big band about two inches wide that went all the way around her. She'd had to shave all of her pubic hair off to keep any from being visible. The deal was that she had to wear it to the beach and stay there at least thirty minutes. Anita thought it would be one of the most humiliating days of her life. What she never would have guessed in a million years was that she would be turned on by all the looks the guys were giving her. Some whistled, some winked at her...and some openly stared. The girls hadn't exactly had the same reaction...except for the blonde in the blue two-piece. She got in the water for a while, then lay down on the wet sand. She hadn't brought a towel (Jenny said that she would be tempted to cover up with it). The tide was receding. The waves collapsed on the beach and came up high enough to wet her feet. Guys stared. A familiar sensation tingled between her legs. She had only been with two guys in her entire life, and picking up some stranger would normally be an absurd idea, but now she actually considered it. It was either that or get herself off when she got back. Besides, she didn't think it would be too hard to find a guy willing to go home with her. A guy coming out of the water walked past her, looking at her and smiling as he did. She smiled back. She turned over on her stomach, giving her back a chance to tan. When it was time to go, she got up and started for her car. She changed her mind, however, when she saw the public showers. They were small and square, much like a public toilet, but outside, and with a shower instead of a shitter. If she washed off at the beach, she would just get sand all over her legs again, almost up to her thighs. Rinsing off there, however, only the bottom of her feet would be dirty. She stepped in one of the booths and turned the knob. The cold water made her step back against the door and gasp at the same time. She splashed some on her to get used to it, then stepped back in front of the stream. It warmed up considerably by the time she had rinsed herself. She noticed her top had fallen down enough to expose most of one nipple. She started to adjust it to cover herself up, but instead she rubbed her nipple. It sent a jolt of excitement through her body. She hesitated a moment, then gave in and took the top off. She hung it over the door, then stepped out of her bottom and hung them likewise. She slipped one long, slim finger between her pussy lips and into her waiting cunt. Being naked in such a public place excited her, but now she was masturbating in a public place. She leaned forward and spread her legs for easier access. A gentle moan that was barely audible escaped her lips as a second finger joined the first. There was an opening about a foot tall all the way around the bottom, and there wasn't a lock on the door. She could probably stand on her tiptoes and see over the top. It would be all too easy for somebody to discover her, and the thought of it sent her over the edge. Waves of pleasure pulsed through her body, and she continued thrusting her fingers inside her pussy, milking the sweet orgasm for all it was worth. After rinsing off again, she cut the water off and reached for her bikini, only to realize that it wasn't there. She thought she might simply pass out, but somehow she managed to calm herself and hold on to consciousness. She bent over and looked out of the bottom, hoping that they had simply fallen off the door. They had, and now they were a few feet away. She once again felt like fainting when she realized that she would have to step out of the booth to retrieve it. Anita took several deep breaths before finally building up the courage to open the door and step out to get her bikini. Standing on her tiptoes, she found that she could see over the top, and there was nobody on that side of the booth to see her. Steeling herself, she quickly opened the door, took five steps, grabbed her bikini and got back into the booth. Nobody had seen her, at least she didn't think so. She quickly stepped into her bikini. She didn't care that it had a little sand on it; all she wanted to do was get home. She stepped out almost cautiously, then started for the car. She stopped, staring at a piece of trash. The first thing she realized was that the wind wasn't blowing hard enough to knock her bikini off the door. The second was that that wasn't a piece of trash. She picked it up and, for the third time that day, she thought she might faint. She looked around, seeing nothing but ordinary beachgoers. She held the piece of paper tightly in her hand as she walked toward her car. Her cheeks were bright red. The piece of trash was actually a polaroid. It showed a clear picture of a slim figure bent over with her legs spread and two fingers buried in her pussy. The picture was so clear that Anita could see the beads of water clinging to what she knew was her own bare ass. 4 “Mandy,” Mr. Brown repeated. “Um, yes?” “Would you like to try and answer the question?” “I...I don't--” “Yes, I know you didn't hear me.” Mr. Brown stepped up to the board and scribbled out an algebra equation. “Mandy, we've probably got...five minutes left in this class. If you can solve this equation before the bell rings, you won't have to stay for detention.” “But I--” “If you had been paying attention, you'd know how to work it. But please, do try.” Mandy reluctantly stood up and walked to the board. Ordinarily she wouldn't have given a damn about detention or the extra attention she was receiving, but fate had played a cruel joke on her: she was the only one in the class that was completely naked, from the top of her head to her neatly trimmed toenails. It was this very thing that she had been pondering, which led to her being called to the front of the class. No matter how much it was explained to her, Mandy couldn't understand why they had to pose as nudists in a small hick town like Alberta, Georgia. The way she saw it, someone in the WPP had played a cruel joke on them, and there was nothing they could do about it. The only good thing about this was that she wasn't using her real name. Mandy took the piece of chalk from Mr. Brown (that name also sounded phony to her) and, for a moment, only stared up at the overly-complicated math problem. She tried not to think about what the rest of the class was looking at. She tried not to think about how exposed her whole body was, and had been all day. But that was hard to do when you were standing naked in front of an audience. Mandy thought she might've seen such a problem as this before. After simplifying it, she would have to cross-multiply. She started writing in her shaky chalkboard handwriting. She messed up, and when she reached for the eraser, she accidentally knocked it off the shelf of the chalkboard. It occurred to her that she had never been this clumsy before. It also occurred to her that she would have to bend over to pick it up. This she did quickly and without thinking, flashing the class a brief but fantastic view of pussy lips. She couldn't cover up or hide herself, or they would know she wasn't really a nudist. She wouldn't have cared about that, either, if her mom hadn't threatened to make her join the cheerleading squad. Yeah, her mom really had it hard. She also had to stay nude, and every once in a while she would have to run to the grocery store. Wow. Mandy wondered how she would feel if she had to spend seven hours walking around naked in a public school, five days a week. 5 It was Jennifer's idea, so Emily ended up picking the game. To everyone's surprise, Britney played too. “You know, Britney,” Jen said, “if you lose, you'll be dancing in the nude for your own brother. You don't think that's gross?” Britney just shrugged her shoulders. “It's not like he's gonna touch me or anything.” “Whatever,” Emily said. “Just as long as you don't chicken out.” “So how are we gonna do this?” Jen said. Emily spoke up: “Okay, you all know how to play Texas Hold'em, right?” The other two nodded. Bill, who sat in the corner, watched with intensity. “Good. Whoever ends up with all the chips is the winner. Since there are three of us, the two losers will have to play another hand to decide who strips.” “Why don't we just say whoever runs out of chips first loses?” Britney asked. Emily shrugged her shoulders. “Fine by me,” Jen said. Emily shuffled the cards and dealt two out to everyone. ... Even though she was only fourteen, Emily was almost an expert at Texas Hold'em. She couldn't believe she had just lost to two amateurs like Britney and Jennifer. “Woohoo!” Britney said, standing up, and made a gesture as if she were a stripper taking off her bra. “Somebody's gonna get nekkid.” Emily's face burned a bright red. “Take it off, girl!” Jen said. Bill, who had been quiet nearly the whole time, continued to sit patiently, his eyes fixed on Emily's slender figure. “But...” Emily said. “You're not chickening out, are you?” Britney said. “Because I've still got the pictures. Want me to email them?” Emily said nothing, only sat in silence. When they had first thought of the idea, they all decided it would be best if they took some nude pictures of each other, just in case the loser backed out. Emily almost shuddered when she thought how she spread her legs apart, then her pussy lips, in front of the camera. They had taken quite a few, with her face in at least three of them. No, her life would be over if Britney emailed them. Slowly, she stood up and started dancing, as if erotic music were playing. She couldn't bear to look at him, looking at her, so she closed her eyes. Her shirt was the first thing to go, of course, then she wiggled out of her pants. She had to open her eyes as she did so, and that only made her more aware of everyone's eyes on her petite body. She danced slowly, dreading the next part. Finally, when she could put it off no longer, she reached behind her and unfastened her bra, turning around so they couldn't see her bare breasts at first. She danced on, hugging her body (and for a long time concealing her breasts from prying eyes). Never in a million years had she thought she would lose against Britney and Jennifer. That's the only reason she agreed to this ridiculous idea in the first place. She wondered if they hadn't cheated. Emily turned sideways – it was the most concealing position – as she slid her panties off her hips and down her long, slender legs. Bill watched her with awe. Brit and Jen watched her with smiles on their faces. Emily kicked her panties aside and stood still for a moment. “Well,” Britney asked. “Well, what?” Emily returned. “Well, don't just stand there. Dance.” “Wh-- I'm already naked.” Britney made one of her 'pffft' noises that were her own, and said, “So far you haven't shown Bill anything but boobies. I'm sure he wants to see more, don't you, Bill?” “Well, not if she doesn't--” “See?” Britney chimed in. “He said he wants to see your cunny up close,” and she giggled at her own words. “Come on, be a good little doggy. Come over here and stand in front of him.” Emily hesitated, then gave in. She had to do what Britney wanted, or her pictures would get sent out. She stood directly in front of him and spread her legs, as directed. When Britney was satisfied, she had Emily turn around and touch her toes. It was humiliating enough just being naked in the same room as the boy for whom she carried a secret crush. Why did Britney have to torture her like this? “Hey, I've got an idea,” Britney said “We can all play again, and if Emily loses, she has to fuck him.” Emily wasn't appalled by the idea; not at fucking Bill, her secret love. But if that meant Britney and Jen would be watching the whole time, possibly even teasing her, then yes, she was appalled by it. "Hey, wait a minute!" she protested. "You can't do that!" Britney laughed. "I can and I did." "But how's that fair to me? Shouldn't you have to fuck him if you lose?" "I'm not naked. And I'm not fucking my own brother. But, to make it fair..." Britney put her finger to her mouth and paced around the room. "If Jen or I lose, the loser just has to get naked and masturbate. Fair?" Both the other girls looked at her like she was crazy. “I'm not playing,” Emily said. It took her a minute to work up the courage to speak. She thought standing naked in front of friends might sometimes do that to people. “You lost,” Britney said. “You don't have a choice.” “I'm not playing,” Emily repeated. “Then leave if you want, but your clothes stay here.” Britney waited to see what Emily's response was. Emily could have argued her point further, but she knew there was no use. “This is the last one,” she said. “No more after this.” “Of course not,” Britney said, smiling. 6 The Colt was only two blocks from Harry and Maddie's apartment, and tonight there would be a live show performed by Medini the Hypnotist. Harry wanted to go, but Maddie's mood almost made him want to just say fuck it and stay home. Maddie didn't believe in hypnotism, and that's why he thought she was being such a bitch (and since when did she need a reason, anyway?). They got to the restaurant and ordered. Harry hardly touched his. He was like a kid at his first trip to the circus: he couldn't wait for Medini to come out and perform. Of course, hypnotism wasn't the only trick he would perform; he was also an illusionist. “Can you honestly tell me that you wouldn't rather be at home in front of the tv with a cold beer?” she asked. That whiny quality of her voice had returned. “No, I can't, honestly.” “Well try lying, then.” After this last bit, Harry tuned her out completely. Medini came out unexpected; one minute there was nothing, and the next...poof! A ball of smoke appeared out of nowhere and faded, and there he was. After introducing himself, he said he would hypnotize someone for his first trick. Maddie had the nerve to stand up in front of all those people and say that he was a fake; that the whole thing was a setup, with someone in the audience acting out whatever he told them to. “Well, why don't you come on up and find out for yourself,” he said. Harry honestly didn't think she would do it, but she proved him wrong. She climbed up on the stage, flustered. “I take it you've never been hypnotized before? Don't worry, it doesn't hurt a bit.” She glared up at him and, following his direction, sat down and stared at the old-fashioned pocket watch as it swung back and forth. In a few moments, Medini asked her to stand up and she did so. Harry noticed she didn't look flustered anymore, and for a moment, he could hardly believe it himself; was she really hypnotized? “What is your full name?” “Madeline Ann Pritchett.” “Well, Miss Pritchett, tell me: have you ever shaved between your legs?” “No.” “Well, stand right over here,” Medini said, indicating a well-lit area to his immediate left, “and take your clothes off. Fold 'em up nice and neat, if you will.” Now Harry was in full disbelief. She was already down to her underwear when Medini said, “Hold up, stop for just a second. He turned toward the crowd and looked directly at Harry. “You don't have a problem with...” he twirled his finger, indicating the stage,” this right here, do ya? Because it's not too late for Miss Pritchett to keep at least a little bit of her dignity.” “Oh, no, go ahead,” Harry said. He was sincere, even more so than when he said 'I do'. “Okay, Miss Pritchett, take it all off, and don't forget to fold 'em up.” To his utter amazement, he watched as his young, better-than-thou wife stepped out of her panties on the stage. The crowd cheered softly, and there were a few whistles. Harry, along with the rest of the males in the audience, watched intently as she bent over to fold her clothes, which lay on a chair nearer the back of the stage. Her shirt fell to the floor, and when she bent over to retrieve it, Harry realized he could see everything. Medini himself watched her between occasional glances toward the crowd. “Quite a girl,” he said, smiling. That got a little laugh from the crowd. Turning back to her, he said, “Okay, now put your clothes down on the stage and sit down on the chair.” All of the men and some of the women watched her intently. Medini disappeared behind the stage for a moment, then returned with a razor, a can of shaving cream, and a pan of water. After he instructed her to spread her legs and shave herself, he turned back to the audience. “Now, who wants to be hypnotized? Do I have a volunteer from the audience?” No one volunteered. “Don't worry, I'm not gonna humiliate you. Well, not like her, at least.” Still, no one offered. “Okay, I guess you guys just wanna sit there and ogle the naked brunette, eh? I don't blame you. She's quite a looker. Tell you what, lemme just have one volunteer for a quick trick. You, the girl in the hot black dress, why don't you come up here for a minute?” The woman stood up, stopped midstep, then continued on up to the stage. Medini lifted her up. “Okay, now just stand there and focus on the watch.” She stared at it for a second, then broke away. “Mr...Medini, I...I don't want these people to see me naked. I--” “Don't worry, you don't got nothin' to worry about. Just one quick trick. Most of the audience will probably be looking at her anyway,” indicating Maddie. “Besides, I promise, you won't be naked here on this stage. Okay?” “Well...okay.” Medini set his watch in motion once more, as he said, most of the crowd was watching Maddie as she rinsed her freshly shaved pussy. When she was finally all clean, she stood up and waited for Medini to give her more orders, just as she had been told to do. When Medini had the new girl under his control, he ordered her to bark like a dog. She did so obediently. The few that were watching clapped. “Now, my good fellows, if you would be so kind as to direct your attention over here for a moment, I promise you won't be disappointed.” With that, he told the new girl to step out of her dress, and she did so. The dress she had been wearing didn't allow for a bra, so she stood there in nothing but her sheer panties. She was soon told to discard them as well, and did so obediently. “Now, didn't I tell you?” he said to his attentive listeners. She's almost as hot as Miss Smooth Shaved, isn't she? No, even hotter!” Turning back to her, he said, “Walk down the stage and back a few times so everybody can get a good look at you, dear.” The girl did, and Harry was pretty sure that, for the moment, not many people were looking at his wife, himself included. Medini looked at the audience. “What? I didn't lie. She's still wearing her earrings.” He stopped her after she had made three trips. After instructing her to put on her clothes, he woke her up. “See, there? I told you you had nothing to worry about, didn't I, dear?” He helped her off the stage, lowering her back down with one hand. Abruptly, he turned to Maddie. “Oh, that's right, I forgot to make them kiss,” he said, looking at his other victim. Most of the audience didn't know whether or not he was joking. For the rest of the show, Maddie was his personal assistant and volunteer. Nobody bothered guessing how he pulled off his illusions; they all had other things on their mind. The pretty girls that usually assisted illusionists couldn't even compare to this. At the end of the show, he had Maddie stand at the front of the stage, and he once again disappeared behind the curtain. He came back with a saucepan and a jar of milk. Setting it down behind her, he filled the pan full, and told her to lap it up like a cat. She did so happily, her butt sticking up in the air. With the spotlight on her, it left nothing to the imagination. When she finished, he apologized to the audience before telling her to get dressed again and waking her up. Maddie stood with a triumphant look on her face when Medini explained to her that he couldn't hypnotize her, but she was a bit puzzled when he said goodnight to everyone, and even more confused when she saw the time. Harry was thankful that Medini told her not to mind how her pubes had gotten shaved. In two weeks Medini was doing a show in some restaurant downtown. He thought he'd go, maybe even take Maddie. 7 Ashley and Kate had been playing the game for a full week now. Now it was Ashley's turn to guess who. Science class was where the game usually took place, and she walked carefully into the room and took her seat, looking all around. Last time she thought Erin had it, because he went so far as to look over and wink at her. Later she found out that Kate had put him up to it. The stakes were pretty high: if she didn't guess who held the remote, she would have to sleep with him (or her, as Kate told her this morning; all bets were off). She was hardly concerned with what Mr. Harad was saying; she was too busy looking around the room. Suddenly she straightened up in her chair; whoever had the remote had just pushed the button for the first time, for the vibrator in Ashley's pussy buzzed to life and almost made her moan outright. She looked around once again, the vibrator still giving her waves of pleasure. That ruled out at least five guys, unless they had the remote hidden away in their shoe. But what about girls? Ashley had never been with another girl, and had no desire to. She resolved to keep a closer eye on everyone. The vibrator stopped. Thank God. Ashley had almost came right in the middle of class. She just hoped she could fight it off again. The thought had crossed her mind that Kate herself was holding it this time, but Kate didn't seem like the lesbian type. Although...they were pretty close. Two guys had already winked at her (one of which she had already ruled out), and now a girl did the same and smiled. The vibrator buzzed to life inside her, and she once again sat straight up and suppressed a moan. Whoever it was had good timing; they had caught her off guard both times. “Is there a problem, Ashley?” Mr. Harad said, breaking away from his lecture. “No, sir,” she said, then, “Well, yes sir. May I go to the bathroom?” Harad sighed. “Alright, but hurry back. You don't need to miss the material I'm covering.” Ashley hurried out the door and down the hallway. The vibrator stopped again. She supposed it was out of range. She hurried into one of the stalls, still not deciding if she should climax or just try and cool off. Taking a few deep breaths, she decided to wash off at the faucet, then return to class. She stepped back in the classroom and, just as she was sitting down, the vibrator once again buzzed to life. This time a small moan did escape her lips. Mr. Harad looked at her. “Is there a problem?” “I...I'm just having a few...you know...cramps.” Mr. Harad continued with his lecture. Ashley wiggled around in her seat. The vibrator stopped once again, but this time it didn't stay still. Occasionally it would vibrate for a matter of seconds only to stop again and start right back up. When class was finally over (and Ashley was ready to come in her pants), she stood up to leave. Mr. Harad told her to sit back down for a minute. Customarily, whoever had the vibrator would tell the other person who they thought had the remote while they walked to their next class. Now, as it were, Kate walked up beside her and leaned over. “Who?” she said. “I have no idea, so I'll just say...Ryan Coolidge.” Kate smiled and shook her head, then started to leave. “Wait, who--” But Kate was gone. When everyone but Ashley had gone, Harad shut the door. “Ashley, come up here,” he said. She did so. “Ashley, you and I both know that it wasn't cramps that made you disturb my class. Now do you have a good explanation?” Ashley said nothing, only hung her head. “I didn't think so. You know the routine. Three licks.” Ashley bent over the front of his desk as directed. The first lick she thought kind of odd...and she realized why on the second. He wasn't using his paddle, but his bare hand. Not only that, but he let it linger on her tight jeans after he smacked her bottom. Someone had a real sense of humor, because right then, the vibrator buzzed once more. Harad came down a third time. The only reason she had decided not to say anything about Harad's groping hand was that she had a secret crush on him. And she would worry that he might feel the vibrations from between her legs, but now she had bigger problems... She grabbed onto the desk in one last attempt to stop from climaxing, but it was useless. Waves of pure pleasure pulsed through her young body, and she held on for dear life. She knew Harad would figure it out when he saw the wet spot on her jeans, but for a brief moment, she didn't care. Finally she collapsed onto the desk. Harad didn't say anything; he fished in his pocket, and put the little vibrator remote on the desk. “When Kate first told me about this, I was sure she was full of it,” he said. Ashley's mouth was still hung open from shock. She didn't even notice what he was doing until he had her pants (and panties) off her hips. She had to put a hand behind her to stop the vibrator from slipping out. He pulled her pants off over her shoes and walked around her desk. “You wanna fuck me here?” she said. She was almost glad. She was glad it was him and she wanted him now more than ever. “No, I just thought you might wanna wear some clean pants to last period.” With that, he pulled a clean pair of pants her size out of one of her desk drawers. “No panties, sorry. You, uh...you gonna wear that thing to last period?” he asked, indicating what she held behind her. She finally managed to wipe the shocked expression off her face and she smiled at him. “Maybe,” she said, and thrust her ass into the air so he could see her moving the vibrator in and out of her slick little hole. He turned red in the face. “Well...here, better get going,” he said, handing her the pants. “How'd you know what size to get,” she asked. “Kate told me.” “So...your place after school?” she asked. “That'd be great.” “Okay,” she said, stepping into her new pants and buttoning up. “See you then.” 8 Kim knew she was pretty, and sometimes she worked to show it off. On this particular evening, she wore a very short skirt, showing a lot of leg. It had turned cold, and that made her nipples stick straight out through her thin cotton shirt. She was a very adventurous girl, always trying new things. Nobody topped her at truth or dare. This evening, however, she found that she had taken things too far. It wasn't just cold, but windy too. Her skirt was of the pleated variety, and it often blew back and forth--twice, it had blown straight up. She wore a red thong, but had even taken that off and stuffed it in her purse. The wind gave a violent push and her skirt came up--not just a little, either. The waistband came up to the bottoms of her breasts. She gasped and looked around her--not a fake 'oopsie' gasp but a genuine one--and saw no one. She started to readjust her skirt, then hesitated. Then she readjusted it, but slowly. Kim lived near the river and often frequented the little swimming hole known as Break Point. In the summer it was usually crowded, but you didn't see too many people this time of year. There was only the occasional family picnic in the park area. There was no one here today, however, and she playfully slid her skirt down to her knees before sitting on the cold swing. She looked around mischievously. The skirt was now around one ankle, and the wind threatened to take it from her. She half buried it with some sand using her feet, and enjoyed swinging in the cold breeze. She stopped in a hurry when the wind finally did carry her skirt off. The wind carried it a little, threw it down, then picked it up again. Kim almost had a grip on it when it took off for the third time, and blew into the middle of the road, where it came to a stop. There was not one car coming, but two. Kim was already standing beside the road, in plain sight when the cars had come into view. She could run...or she could get her skirt back. In an instant she decided, and leaped toward the road. She instinctively turned away from them, and must have presented one hell of a view when she bent over. She realized this a few seconds too late. The cars were pretty close now. She could stay long enough to put on her skirt or she could show her naked ass as she ran away. The second option had sounded less embarrassing at the time, so she took it. --- Kim was an exhibitionist. She had pretty much known that. At night, when her parents and big brother were asleep, she would walk around the house naked. Make a sandwich, go to the bathroom...she had even grown accustomed to sitting in her dad's chair, or sprawling out on the couch, while watching tv in the living room at night. Once, someone actually had woken up. She almost freaked when she heard a door open. Luckily she was small, just small enough to squeeze under the couch. The rough wood hurt her hard nipples as she had done so, but it almost felt good. Footsteps came into the living room, and the tv clicked off. Then they moved to the bathroom, then back to bed. Kim lay under the couch, one hand between her legs. That had been fun--boy, hadn't it!--but it was nothing compared to her new experience. For the first time ever, she had been caught. She had been seen, and by a complete stranger. Actually, there had been at least two, and she would wager that there was more than one person in each car. In the shower that evening, Kim had the best orgasm she had ever had. And after everyone was asleep, she sat on the back porch and brought herself off twice. She would have to have more. Her need for it was awesome and horrible. After rinsing off, Kim returned to her room. She didn't put anything on until the next morning, but she wondered all night what she should wear to school the next day. 9 Every year, during summer vacation, Henry would take Stacy to the cabin by the lake, and every year they would end up hiking through the woods to the foot of the mountains and camp there for the night. Stacy was getting older now. Fourteen. Her interests had been slowly but surely changing, as was her body. Henry was only Stacy's stepdad, but he looked at her like his own. But of course he saw her body changing, and he knew what it meant: boys. He knew all too well the kind of boys Stacy's young, slender body would attract. Hadn't he been one himself, once upon a time? Henry knew the little girl that wanted him to read her bedtime stories was gone. He just wanted one more hiking trip before he lost her completely. This year she hadn't shown any interest at all at their annual trip. He talked about it, and when she would protest, he would wave it off with something like 'Aww, come on, it'll be fun!' He knew that if he were lucky enough to get her to go, it would be their last trip. ... It was light enough to see without a flashlight at their little campsite. Henry usually planned the trip to where they would be camping under a full moon, and this year was no exception. Henry was snoring away, seemingly loud enough to wake the dead. Stacy silently slipped out of her sleeping bag. Taking care not to step on any twigs, she snuck away from the little campsite. She wouldn't get lost, she knew. The moon was bright and she could tell what direction she was going because from here she could see the foot of the mountain. She walked a ways northward, coming up on a little stream that ran down from the mountain. Good, she thought. A place to wash off. Slipping out of her tight jeans (no panties today), she threw her shirt aside also. On her knees, she spread her legs apart and started masturbating furiously. She fantasized about Kyle. Kyle and his silk tongue that felt every bit as good in her pussy as it did in her mouth. She fantasized that Kyle was thinking of her right now and stroking his big, thick shaft. She hadn't actually seen his penis yet, but she and her girlfriends had watched many pornos together, giggling at first, of course, then... Stacy suddenly leaned forward, placing her free hand on the ground. Her other hand worked faster, and she felt the warm liquid stream down, wetting her hand, then her arm. The stream was colder than she had imagined. She only washed off briefly before getting back out and discovering that her clothes were gone. Hadn't they been right there, next to the big pine tree? No, she must be mistaken, because they weren't there. It's not like they just got up and walked off. She had searched for her clothes some thirty minutes when she heard something, maybe a twig snapping. It had come from the far side of the creek. She didn't dare call out to see if anyone would answer. It was usually very noisy out here in the summer, especially at night, but things seemed to have grown quiet. Suddenly Stacy was scared. Scared enough to abandon all hope of finding her clothes and return to camp naked, even though she knew she didn't have so much as a scrap of cloth to wear. It was better than finding out what had made the noise on the other side of the creek. Henry remained sound asleep, as he had been. She searched the supply bag in vain for something to cover herself with. She knew now that she would have to tell Henry; shit, she wouldn't have to tell him. Unless he had packed a sewing kit and was willing to cut up one of their sleeping bags, she would be hiking back to the cabin in nothing but her shoes. Sleep came hard knowing what would come in the morning, although she found the idea strangely exciting. She awoke to the smell of sausage. “Get up, sleepyhead,” Henry said. “Come on, let's eat so we can get back to the cabin. You've already overslept.” “Dad...there's something I've got to tell you,” she said, all thoughts of sleep vanishing. “Well tell me while you eat,” he said, flipping them with a fork. “No...dad...” she trailed off. How did you begin to tell such a thing as she had to tell? “Dad, what's the most embarrassing thing that's ever happened to you?” “One time, I went to school, and when I sat down in my seat I realized I was naked,” he said, and smiled. She shrugged. “No, seriously.” He stopped and looked up at her. “Well, I... I guess it was when I was in the fourth grade. I fell asleep at the desk because the teacher told us we could talk quietly among ourselves while she stepped out. A few boys thought it would be funny to put my hand in warm water to see if I would actually pee my pants.” They were both silent for a moment. “I kinda...umm...last night I lost my clothes in the woods.” He had went back to his sausage, poking them with the fork. Now he looked at her, and saw that she wasn't joking. “What the hell?” he said, half giggling, half serious. “I lost my clothes in the woods...” she said, trailing off. There was another silence, this one longer. “You're serious?” he said at last. She looked up at him. It was hard meeting him eye to eye, but she managed. “Well...I don't know what to tell you. I see you still got your shoes, at least,” he said, indicating her sneakers, which lay beside her. “You want some sausage?” They ate, Stacy half sitting up in her sleeping bag. When everything had been packed except for her sleeping bag, she reluctantly crawled out and slipped into her shoes. “You know, it's a bit heavy, but...you could always carry your sleeping bag over your shoulder. It would be better than nothing.” She hadn't thought of that. She tried it, though, and after a very short distance, she simply asked Henry to roll it up and strap it onto his pack. It had been a little heavy, yes, but with the humid heat they were in, she would rather do without. Despite the heat, Stacy's arms remained folded in front of her for a long while, even though she walked behind Henry. After a while, she gave that up too. Why had she been out in the woods masturbating, anyway? Stupid. She could have at least waited one night, until they got back to the cabin. “Read any good books lately?” Henry asked. It had become sort of a joke between them. Henry would say it whenever he couldn't think of anything else to say, and soon she had started saying it. After another long silence, Stacy said, “I was just washing off in the stream.” “I don't wanna know,” he said. “None of my business.” “So you're not mad at me?” “Mad at you!” he exclaimed, and, perhaps forgetting her condition, he turned around and looked at her. Instinctively she covered her breasts and, almost immediately after, he turned his head away and at the same time put a hand up as if to shield his eyes. “Why would I be mad at you? Whatever you were doing was your own business.” He resumed walking. “So...what are you saying?” “I'm just saying it was your business and not mine. It's not like you did anything bad, right?” They walked on for a while. Pretty soon they stopped for lunch. Henry brought out two ziplock bags that contained their ham and cheese sandwiches. Henry, having concern for Stacy, sat facing away from her while they ate. “So what did you mean it was my business? You don't care that I'm out here naked?” “Well, there's not really anybody here to see you except me. I mean, it's not like you're standing in the middle of a busy street, or anything. And it wasn't even on purpose. You just lost your clothes. It's not like you were doing anything wrong. What could you possibly have done?” Henry didn't see her face go red. She knew that's not what he meant, but his statement simply reminded her of what she had been doing out there. And how could he not know, unless he really believed she had been bathing? After eating, they reluctantly started back. Stacy turned Henry's words over in her mind. Henry didn't care that she was naked? Did that mean he didn't care if she walked around the house naked? The idea itself turned her on. She came up with a plan. Well, it wasn't really a plan; more like an experiment. She moved faster, passing by Henry easily. He said nothing. She continued her quick pace until she was well ahead of him, then stopped and waited. Finally he caught up to her. She stood there waiting, intentionally not covering herself. “Slowpoke,” she said, and stuck out her tongue. “Well, I see you've gotten over your shyness,” he said. After a pause, he added: “If you think I'm so slow, why don't you carry a few things?” “You want me to?” she offered. “No, no, I got it.” He had regretted saying it the moment it was out of his mouth. Her carry something? What, and risk her covering up that beautiful ass, just when she had taken to walking in front of him? Nuh-uh. They walked on, Stacy occasionally glancing behind her as if to make sure Henry was still there. Something on the ground had caught her eye, and she bent over to pick it up. Henry was more than happy with what he saw in front of him. All too soon, she straightened up. Turning around, Stacy showed him a large acorn. “What do you call the kind of tree that these grow on?” “Umm,” he said, moving closer. Earlier he had gotten a brief glimpse of the neatly trimmed pubic hair in the shape of a V, but now he had a full view. “It's some kind of oak, I'm sure, but I couldn't tell you the exact name.” “Oh, cool.” She threw it aside and continued on. It was near dark before they reached the cabin. They were both tired and sweaty, but Henry wished it could have lasted at least a little bit longer. He asked Stacy if she would help him put the gear away. When that was done, she started up the stairs. “Wanna help me with dinner?” he asked. She stopped mid-step. “We're not gonna shower first?” He knew she hadn't meant it in that way (or had she?), but his cock stirred at the mere thought of it. “Well, if you want to.” She smiled. “No, let's go ahead and eat.” She bounced down the stairs and into the kitchen. Looked like it would be a little longer, at least, before she covered up that beautiful body. He hadn't dared say anything while they put the equipment away, but now Henry just had to ask. “I thought you were eager to get back to a clean set of clothes.” “I...thought you didn't mind.” “Well, before, you couldn't get to any clothes, and I...I mean, no, I don't mind. I was just, you know, wondering.” “Oh, well I can put some clothes on if you want, but since it's just you and me here, I didn't think you'd mind. Besides, no point in messing up a clean suit of clothes before I get a shower.” Henry flipped the hamburgers over while Stacy cut up the cheese. When they were done with dinner (Henry was very thankful that the kitchen table was made of glass), he helped her with the dishes. Stacy ran up the stairs and showered. When she came out, Henry was disappointed to see that she had slipped into her pjs. After showering himself, he went to bed, his mind on the more intricate details of his stepdaughter's body. 10 It had been three weeks since Dan first noticed that he had a direct view of Vicky's room from his window. With binoculars, he could see most of what went on in there, provided she didn't shut the curtains, which she never did. Vicky was his next door neighbor and classmate. She was also one of the hottest girls in school, and one of the shiest. But Dan had a view that nobody else did. He wondered what his friends would think if they knew she liked to dance around in her 'barely there' underwear. Dan was already up in his room and waiting when Vicky walked into hers and dropped her bookbag on the floor. Today had been a long day but now she was home, finally home, and immediately took her shirt off, followed by her jeans. She didn't dare look toward the window, at the risk of scaring Dan off, if he was watching. She desperately hoped he was watching. Since she had caught him watching her, she had taken to stripping down to her underwear and, occasionally, dancing around the room. Afterwards, she would masturbate furiously in the shower. Jokingly, she dared herself to masturbate on her bed so Dan could see. She wondered if he was watching right now, but didn't dare look. She wondered if he knew she knew she was being watched. Dan was watching, very intensely, as she slid those tight jeans off her butt. He prayed and prayed for the day when she would slide those jeans off her hips and they would drag her panties down with them. What a view that would be! She strutted around the room and stopped in front of her mirror. To his amazement and utter delight, she unsnapped her bra and tossed it aside, giving him his first view of her naked breasts. The panties followed, and he watched with something close to hunger. Vicky stood in front of the mirror for a moment, posing for herself (or so he thought). Then she lay down on the bed. Her hands moved across her body, toying with her nipples, moving downward, downward. Her legs spread wide. He didn't have a direct view, but he definitely knew what she was doing. He wished for a better view. It must have been his lucky day, because at that moment, she jumped up (her tits jiggling quite nicely) and bent over on the edge of the bed, her bare bottom and pussy lips perfectly visible. She spread her legs and moved her hand down under her belly, lower, until her fingers found what they were looking for. A finger slid in easily, then a second. She was already wet. She had intended to take her time, but she was already excited. She wanted to milk this for all it was worth, so she went slow. She usually masturbated every other day, but it had been four days, and she couldn't wait to taste the sweet ecstacy of her climax. This time, though...this time would be much bigger. This time she performed for an audience. She wondered if Dan would say anything to her about it. Surely not, she thought. What, he'd just walk up to her at school tomorrow and say, 'Hey, saw you masturbating in your room yesterday. Pretty sweet,'. Oh, how she longed to feel his cock inside her. That thought excited her even more, and she knew she couldn't hold out. She had meant to change positions before she came, but it was too late for that. Her fingers worked furiously and her juices poured out of her, down her hand, down the side of her bed. She would wash the quilt later; right now she couldn't care less. She collapsed onto the bed, her hand sticking out from between her legs, her pussy lips glistening with her own fluids. Dan would have given a lot to be with her right then. Maybe not his soul, but a whole damn lot. Just one caress of that sweet, baby-soft ass...and those lips... She stood up and, to his amazement, walked over to the window and waved at him. Then the curtains closed. 11 The night was warm and dry. The coach had probably moved the game to seven thirty because it was so damn hot during the day. Even now it was hot enough to make her break a sweat. “Hi,” a guy said. “Your first game?” “No, actually, I've been to so many I lost count.” “And you're with the home team?” “Yeah. Jane. Kyle's mom” “Carl. Nick's dad. I'm surprised I haven't seen you before. You come to a lot of games?” “Most of them, yeah.” “Oh. I just, I thought I would remember someone as pretty as you.” She smiled, then held up her hand, showing off her wedding band. “Oh. Sorry. Not sorry that you're married, of course—well, I am, but—I'm sorry, can we start over? Hi, I'm Carl, sorry about the cheesy pickup line,” he said, holding out his hand. She smiled and took his hand in hers. “Jane. It's a pleasure to meet you, Carl.” “Likewise.” They sat, talking for a while. Carl was a really funny guy, and cute to boot. If she wasn't married...oh, if she wasn't married... “I'm gonna go get a pepsi or something. You want anything?” “Yeah, I could use a drink.” “Okay. What'll it be?” “You know what? I don't know. I think I'll walk with you if you don't mind.” “Okay.” They walked behind the metal bleechers. Carl put his arm around her and felt her tense against his touch. She stopped mid-step. “Oh. Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to--” Without warning, she leaned forward and grabbed his head, their mouths coming together, their tongues locking. They moved up under the bleechers, still locked together. Carl broke the kiss. “You sure we should be doing this?” he said. “No,” she said, looking at the ground and back up at him. she kissed him again, her tongue on his. His hand undid the button of her jeans and reached inside, caressing her pussy through thin panties. She dared let out a soft moan. “No, not here,” she said. “No one will see.” “But what if--” “No one will see,” he repeated, his eyes on hers. Her eyes showed fear, then mischief with a touch of worry. It looked sexy on her. “Okay." He kissed her neck, then moved down and lifted her shirt up enough to get his head under it. He kissed her belly, running his hands up under the cups of her bra, caressing her nipples with his fingertips. Then he moved down, kissing her flesh as he went. He pulled her jeans and panties down together, revealing a bush of light brown hair and, underneath, soft pink pussy lips. He kissed her there, then again. Then he ran his tongue along her slit, barely touching her sensitive flesh. Soon he was tongue-fucking her. It was all she could do to keep from moaning with obvious pleasure. “Stop. Carl, stop,” she said in a quiet but urgent tone. She pushed his head away. “What?” he said. “I want to feel you inside me. Please?” “Anything for a lady,” he said, smiling. She stepped out of her pants and lay them aside, then turned and put her hands against the wall of the bleechers for support. She felt him grab her hips, and for the moment was too excited to worry about who might see. In fact, the thought of getting caught only turned her on more. She waited impatiently to feel his cock inside her. He guided her legs, spreading them apart. Unzipping his pants, he took his cock in his hand and guided it to her waiting cunt. He teased her, running his head up and down her slit while she begged him to fuck her. Slowly, he slid into her, pulling her hips toward him as he did so. This woman was quite a find. Her perfect legs led up to an incredible ass. Carl couldn't believe he had gotten her pants off behind the bleechers. He just hoped she didn't regret it later. He hoped she didn't regret him later. Now he was thrusting into her gently. She moaned in agreement and thrust her ass toward him. He noticed her breath had hastened even while his tongue was buried in her, and now her orgasm wasn't far off at all. He wondered if she would be able to keep quiet when it finally hit her. He would soon find out. Jane was breathing hard now. He thrust a little harder and she reacted immediately, clapping one hand over her mouth and still managing a few small squeaks. Carl pulled out of her suddenly, and she felt his hot juices hit her leg, and her bare butt. The third shot traveled straight up her crack. She felt it run down over her asshole. She would kill him for it later, but right now it didn't bother her at all. “Oh my God, Carl,” she whispered, massaging her own pussy as her orgasm subsided. “Carl, you're the be--” But she didn't finish, because Carl was gone. She stood there for a moment, half bewildered. Before she got dressed, she would have to clean up a bit...but how? She wiped the come off her leg with her bare hand, rubbing it between her fingers to feel it's stickiness. It always fascinated her. She looked at it a moment, then wiped it off on the wall of the bleechers. She wiped her ass off as best she could, then squatted down and reached far between her legs. She started at the top of the crack of her ass and wiped downward. Despite her anger at Carl for leaving her in this predicament, she already wanted to feel him inside her again. But tonight had been a huge mistake, and she knew it. It was best that she never saw him again. But if she did... After some searching, she realized her panties were gone. So he was a thief, too? It didn't matter. He had probably wanted a souvenir. The next time they met, she would fuck him until he couldn't stand up straight. Just then a horrible thought occurred to her: Carl had effortlessly snatched up her panties. He could have just as easily taken her pants as well. And what if he had done just that? What would she have done then? She didn't know, but she was glad that her pants were now safely back on her hips. She had to get to the ladies' room and clean up; it was a hot night, and she was sweating like crazy. 12 Billy had just transferred from LSU to Florida State. After dislocating his elbow and shattering both bones in his right arm, he was pretty much useless on the field. He hadn't lost his scholarship, but had been given the option to transfer. He opted for the campus that wasn't seven hundred miles from home. He met Karen on his second day, and she invited him to a frat party, saying they would let him in if he was with her, even though neither one of them were members. He couldn't believe his own luck, getting a date with a girl as hot as Karen. Her scent was intoxicating, and her tight jeans displayed her curves very well as she sauntered away. The party was at eight, and she was waiting outside when he walked up. “Hey stud. I missed you today.” “I missed you, too.” “Wanna go in and have some fun?” “Sure,” he said. They walked hand in hand, and the guys at the door stopped them. “Hold on there, sweetheart. You can go in, but he can't.” “Why not?” she said in her innocent voice. “Because he's not a member.” “And you can't make an exception for me? Just this once?” “Well, maybe if you...” He made an obscene gesture, holding his hand in front of him and jacking back and forth. “I don't think so...but what if we sign up for an event? Like armwrestling?” “What, you're--” “Sure. Billy's gonna win, anyway.” “Don't count on it.” “Karen, I don't think--” Billy said. “Well it's a good thing armwrestling doesn't require thinking. Come on.” “But I--” “Come on,” she repeated, pulling him inside. “Karen, tell me you didn't just bet that I'd beat somebody at armwrestling.” “What if I did?” “Then you're probably gonna be--” Disappointed was what he meant to say. Just then a large guy walked up to them. “Hey. You in the armwrestling competition?” Karen nodded. He smiled. “Good. Finally found somebody dumb enough to go up against me. You the girl?” “Yep,” Karen said, looking him over and for the first time not feeling so confident. The guy's smile broadened. “Good. What's his name?” “Billy,” Billy said. “Then come on, Billy. In the main room.” Billy and Karen followed. Following the big guy's lead, Billy sat down at a small table in one corner. The room grew quiet. Billy put his left hand forward. “Hey, this is a right-hand game.” “Come on, man, I hurt my right arm playing football. Let's see if you can beat me with your left arm.” He laughed. “Hey, okay, left it is, as long as you promise not to say that again.” Billy thought for a moment about what he had said, then laughed himself. “Ready?” the big guy said, putting his left arm on the table. “Yeah,” Billy said. He hoped Karen wasn't too disappointed when he lost...and from what was said, he really wondered what was going on. “Go!” a third guy said. The big guy got him halfway down right from the start. Billy held him there and managed to push him back up briefly, then his arm went down and he felt his knuckles touch the table. “Blake wins!” the third guy said. The guys watching cheered. Billy walked back over to Karen. “Sorry, I tried to tell you--” She walked away from him, completely ignoring him, he thought. She stood in the middle of the room. Someone put on some fast music and she started dancing. No way, he thought. Her shirt came off and she threw it aside. Her nipples were clearly visible through her lacy top, and she rubbed them while she danced. Billy wondered if she would be mad at him for losing. Almost as if she had picked up on this, she looked directly at him, pointed and smiled, then moved her hand down her flat belly, down inside the front of her pants. She danced for a while longer before unzipping her pants and sliding them off her hips. The pink panties underneath were a bit small, and hugged her body nicely. They were also a bit transparent, but they didn't give her camel toe. He wondered if she hadn't planned on him losing all along. Her bra followed. She caressed her body as she danced, stopping more than once to tease her nipples. They were erect, Billy noticed, and he also saw that the front of her panties now had a damp spot. It wasn't long before she stepped out of them, too, leaving her completely naked for her audience. As Billy had guessed when she had first taken her pants off, her pussy had been shaved clean. She danced a while yet, occasionally running a finger down her wet slit. Once she even slipped a finger inside and then pulled it out provocatively and slid it in her mouth. Then she got on her knees, spread her legs and started masturbating. Billy looked at her, amazed. He didn't know how far she would be going with this, but he never guessed she would go that far. He didn't feel the need to complain, though. Now she thrust two fingers inside herself, moaning theatrically...or maybe not. She was certainly wet. Maybe it wasn't an act. Either way, it was a beautiful sight. In Billy's experience, the only thing better than watching a girl get herself off was having her on top of you. And there was a chance for that too... Karen lay down on the carpet, spreading her legs wide. The crowd offered a cheer of approval. She lay there, her eyes closed, a wide smile on her face. Her own juices flowed down her inner thighs. She forced her fingers as far as they would go, gasping and moaning. When her orgasm subsided, she sat up, her legs still spread. Her audience cheered. She stood up and walked over to Billy. “Whoa,” she said. “That was fun.” “It certainly was,” he said, still staring at her in half disbelief. “I'm gonna go to the bathroom and wash up a bit. Wait right here, kay?” “Sure.” She looked around for a moment, half confused. “Where's my clothes?” she said to no one in particular. No one answered. She looked at Billy and sighed. “Be right back.” Many watched her but, surprisingly, no one tried to grab her. Billy watched her walk down the hall and disappear into a doorway on the right. He waited patiently. She reappeared moments later. “You didn't drive out here, did you?” “No. Why?” “Oh, no reason. I seemed to have misplaced my clothes, is all.” “Where do you stay?” “A small frat house, about a mile down the road. Wanna walk me home?” “Sure,” he said, and smiled. It was cool outside, the wind blowing gently. Karen didn't ask for his shirt, but he took it off and handed it to her anyway. Lucky for him, it came down just to the beginning of her hips. She kissed him when they got to her door. “You're not gonna invite me in?” he said. “No...I think you've had enough of me today. Maybe you can have some more tomorrow.” She pulled his shirt off and handed it to him. “Will you be wearing that outfit?” he said. She smiled. “Maybe.” 13 Ayami was tall and slender, baby smooth skin with a light tan. Her shiny black hair was ponytailed in the back, bouncing along with her breasts in a tight tank top. Her cutoff shorts left only a thin strap of material between her legs, small enough to tell that her panties were white. She was a sixteen-year-old sex machine. Harold had been watching her every spare minute of the day. His wife either hadn't noticed or didn't care. Ayami was an exchange student from Kyoto. Harold had offered free boarding and meals, not knowing what he would get in return. Now he was glad he had signed up for this. If Hannah hadn't noticed him eyeing the young girl, she had certainly noticed a change in their sex life: Harold wanted her every night, sometimes twice. Yesterday had been particularly exciting. It had happened completely by accident. Harold had been pulling up weeds and transplanting a few hyacinths and petunias. He came in and, not giving it a second thought, threw the bathroom door open in an attempt to wash his face and freshen up a bit. There in front of him stood a very beautiful, very naked Ayami. She looked up at him innocently, making no attempt to cover herself. Harold searched for words, any words, but found none. Instead he stepped backward out of the bathroom and shut the door. The image of the naked seventeen-year-old sex machine stood in his mind. Her breasts had been full, round, perfect, made for his hands. Her lips had been perfectly visible; she had shaved her pubic hair off clean. She had turned slightly when he had opened the door, and the curves of her legs, of her ass cheeks, were smooth and intoxicating. One other thing about her that wouldn't leave him alone. Ayami had been pale when she had first gotten here. Now she was tan, and Harold couldn't recall seeing a single tan line on her young, vibrant body. The implications put a smile on his face. Now Harold took the tea off the hot stove eye and grabbed the empty pitcher. He nearly dropped it when Ayami walked into the room. She was naked from head to toe, no tan lines, no clothes to hinder his view. She held a towel in her hands, working it through her hair. “Afternoon, Mr. Petrie.” Harold searched for words again, found none, let his eyes wander over her as she opened the refrigerator, bent forward slightly, then moved to the kitchen table. “U-um, Ayami?” “Yes?” Her English was flawless. “Why, ah...why are you, umm...” he pointed at her, waving his finger, indicating her body. “Oh. Well, I know you Americans are shy and all about nudity, but I figured it didn't matter much since you saw me the other day. Does my nudity bother you?” “Umm, no, of course not. But Mrs. Petrie might not like it at all, so...” “Oh. Mrs. Petrie is visiting her sister today. She won't be back until late this evening. Look, I can tell this makes you uncomfortable--” “No, no, not at all.” Now words came fast. “No, really, it's no problem. Nobody but you and me here, if you don't have a problem with it I'm fine.” She waited, pausing for effect. “Okay, if you're sure.” She sipped on a glass of kool-ade. Harold felt awkward staring at her, especially since he could think of nothing else to say. He put the pitcher down and poured the tea over into it, mixed in the sugar (this he did at the kitchen table so he could ogle her), and filled it the rest of the way with water. That done, he set it in the refrigerator and sat down at the table. “So, ah...” he was desperate for something to say. “So what time did Hannah say she would be back?” “She didn't. She just said she'd be late, so you shouldn't wait up.” “Oh.” That was good. Plenty of time to ogle the naked asian. Her curves were every bit as sweet as he'd imagined. “I noticed you have a basketball goal behind the shed.” Harold almost had to shake himself to bring himself back to reality. “Oh, yeah, that's been up a while.” “If you're not too busy, maybe you could teach me how to play?” “Sure,” Harold said. He was kinda disappointed, but basketball was a contact sport, so this had its plusses too. He regretted leaving her, but he had to find a basketball if they were to play. And no doubt he would have to find the air pump to air it up. Still, he should have sat there a moment or two longer. Just to watch her walk out of the room. It would have been worth it. There were two old basketballs in the shed, but they were both flat. He had no trouble finding the air pump, and the first one stayed firm. Harold wondered if she would say anything about his hard-on. It might scare the poor girl, he thought, but to feel her pressing up against him, it would be worth it. He dribbled the ball a few times, shot, missed, shot again and got nothing but net. “Pretty good,” Ayami said from behind him. “Out of practice,” he returned, looking back. She had brushed her hair and put on her tennis shoes that he had bought her, but that was all. From her head down to her ankles, she was still nude. “Out of uniform,” he mumbled. “Hmmm?” “Nothing,” he said. “You know any of the rules?” “Only that getting the ball in the net is a good thing.” He explained the basic rules, two- and three-pointers, and the like, but found it hard to keep eye contact. He hoped she either didn't notice or didn't mind. “Okay,” she said. “You think you could show me how to shoot?” “Sure,” he said. He passed her the ball. “Go ahead and bounce it off the backboard a couple of times.” She did, and both shots went in. “Good! Now move back a little and try again.” She missed the first shot. “Can you help me?” “You're doing great,” he said. “No, I mean can you come here?” Harold walked over to her. “Stand behind me, and show me how to hold the ball.” He got behind her, but was afraid that she would feel his hard-on and get scared. She moved back against him, surprising him, but she didn't act like anything was wrong. Her ass was poking against him. He could smell her now, and she smelled like a perfectly fuckable young woman, smelled like sex any way she wanted it. His left hand rested on her breast. It was soft, baby smooth. His heart nearly leapt out of his chest when he realized what he had just done. “Sorry,” he said, stepping back. “For what?” she said. He looked up at her and her face showed more actual concern than coyness. For the first time, he thought this girl might really be clueless. “Oh, well, it's just...most people think it's inappropriate to touch like that unless you're married, or unless you're a couple, you know.” “Oh. Well, I could put some clothes on if you like, but I thought you were enjoying it.” “No, no, I'm fine,” he said. “It's just, well, my wife wouldn't appreciate it one bit.” Her face showed understanding, then she smiled. “Oh, I get it. But your wife's not here. What's the harm if she doesn't find out?” She moved closer, put her arms around him, placed one of his own hands on her butt. “See? Nothing to be afraid of.” He resisted for a moment, leaning away from her. Then he let out a nervous laugh. “You're right, I guess. It's just that I've never met anyone so open with their body.” “Well, now that I know you're not afraid of me, how about you show me how to shoot a basketball?” Basketball with Ayami was a lot of fun. She pretended to ignore his boner and he got to put his hands all over her body. Her skin was so tan and vibrant. Her butt was soft and round, and yet so firm. Her breasts bounced as she jumped around, which she did often, like a cheerleader. Ayami was a very slender and athletic girl, and she felt confident enough that she challenged Harold to a game. The game was one point a shot, to ten points. The stakes were that if Ayami won, Harold would also have to get nude, and if Harold won...Ayami promised he would get something nice. Ayami was agile and quick, but still an amateur at basketball. Despite the distractions and the frequent skin contact, Harold still won, six to ten. It had warmed up outside and they were both sweating. Harold had never been more turned on in his life. He was panting from the heat, both outer and inner. He watched as she bounded across the yard, her perfect ass making his hard-on ache. She disappeared inside the door, then reappeared just as quickly, holding something in her hand. That something turned out to be a dildo, and before she reached the relative safety of the back of the shed, she stopped and got on her knees, spreading them. Harold heard a car speed by and hoped whoever it was hadn't been looking in their direction. 'What if Hannah comes home?' he thought. But at that moment he didn't care. Ayami had slid the big rubber shaft inside her, and was thrusting it now, moaning and moving her hips with the motion. He thought he might cream his pants, but he didn't care about that, either. All his attention went to the girl masturbating in his yard. Two more cars went by, but they didn't honk, they didn't slow down. They would have to be looking for something out in this direction to see her, anyway, he realized. But still, she was so open that she would masturbate in front of him? That she would do it outside, where others might see? This young, sweet little girl? Sweat was coursing down her body. She worked the plastic dick inside her, putting real effort into it, getting real pleasure out of it. He could tell she was enjoying it. It was better than any porno that he had ever seen. Her gentle moans turned into sharp squeaks. Soon she dropped the dildo, and spread her lips with one hand while rubbing her clit frantically with the other. Liquid poured out from between her legs. It almost looked like she was peeing, but Harold knew better. She was coming. He nearly came, himself, at the sight of it. She collapsed backward onto her ass. She sat there, breathless, her hands propped on the ground between her legs. Her whole body was covered in sweat. Harold helped her up (and gently brushed off her bare ass, what would any other gentleman do?). They walked toward the house together. She didn't say a word, only went into the bathroom and cut on the shower. The curtain was clear, and she had left the door wide open. Though she hadn't invited him, he stood in the doorway and watched her. The water highlighted her beautiful skin. She pulled the curtain back and dried off, unashamed. Harold watched as she ditched her towel and brushed through her hair briefly. “Wanna give me a few more basketball tips before I cook us some dinner?” “S-sure.” “Okay, let's go.” 14 “But Alex, I can't--” Liz protested, but Alex cut her off. “Then you're messing everything up for all of us. Look, you don't have to do anything but be there, okay? No flips, no kicks, just walk out onto the field at halftime. Me and the girls'll go through the routine, but instead of you standing on top of the pyramid, it'll be Jane. I'll be second from the top, and we'll get a junior to take my place on bottom.” “But I can't--” “Unless you hold your skirt up, no one will ever know.” Liz offered a final, pleading glance. Alex didn't give in. “If anything goes wrong...anything at all...I'm blaming you. You're responsible, got that?” “Don't worry,” Alex said. “But don't you dare chicken out on me. If you do, me and the rest of the cheerleaders'll strip you naked on the bus to Atlanta.” Alex darted for the door. “Same to you if anything goes wrong out there!” Liz yelled after her. She hoped nothing went wrong... There was a surprisingly big crowd out at the Thomasville game. She would have felt a little better if this was an away game, but no luck there. This was all in front of the bleachers, on the football field at the school that she knew so well. This was in front of all her friends and enemies. The wind gave an encouraging gust that almost lifted the back of her skirt. Nobody was around to see, but it still made her go back into the locker room. But Alex hadn't been kidding about the bus ride to Atlanta. Alex's very own dad drove the bus for away games, and some pretty crazy stuff went on. Yes, her fear of being stripped naked in front of the football team and having to stay naked until they got back to Newton was a very real and very justified fear. That fear urged her on, and she found herself walking out onto the football field, walking, not running. The wind blew lightly between her legs, teasing her. She knew why Alex wanted her out on the field. Not only was Liz the head cheerleader, but she was the girl that Alex looked up to. Alex couldn't perform her best without Liz. It wasn't a bi-curious thing; Liz was straight and Alex knew it. It was more like a best friend thing. Tasha, a fellow cheerleader, was running toward her. “Kneel!” she said. Liz quickly dropped to her knees, her fingers laced together. Her hands also held her skirt down; she just hoped she hadn't knelt fast enough to show the people behind her what she wasn't wearing under her skirt. Tasha stepped into her hands and she thrust the girl upward with all her strength. Tasha went high and cut a double flip in the air before coming to rest on solid ground. The crowd cheered. For Tasha, she hoped. The cheerleaders went through their normal routine, minus Liz. Instead, Liz waved to the crowd and allowed a few small stationary bounces. She had to look like a cheerleader, after all. The two middle girls jumped down, leaving Jane to fall into the others' arms. They caught her, all right, but for a moment Liz thought that, because of the junior cheerleader, they had almost fallen down and failed to catch her. There was a loud cheer from the audience, followed by some booing and even more snickers. Liz's first thought was that her skirt had bounced too high and she had shown off too much. She would never live this down-- Her skirt hadn't bounced too high, but it was puddled around her ankles. The first wave of panic hit her. First she tried to bend over and retrieve her skirt, missed, then simultaneously tried again and took off running. She fell over, her skirt flying from her ankles. She got up. She couldn't worry about her skirt; She couldn't find it. So she took off, racing toward the end of the football field in nothing but her cheerleader top, which didn't quite cover her belly button, and the ribbon in her hair. Nobody had followed her, but there were two guys and a girl a few yards away, eyeing her as she tried the locker room door. It was locked. That's when she felt her second wave of panic. “Whoooo! Go get 'em, Lizzy!” the girl called. Liz recognized the voice at once: Marcy. Marcy had a reputation among the guys as being easy, and a reputation among the girls as being a bitch. Now a third wave of panic struck as Marcy pulled out her phone and held it in front of her. It flashed. Liz was too stunned to react. The second flash made her back against the wall and cover herself as best she could with one hand. “Stop it, Marcy!” she yelled, but there was little threat and more fear in her voice. Marcy had gotten close now, and had no intention of stopping. The camera flashed and flashed. Liz gathered her courage, then lunged forward and pushed Marcy with all her might. Marcy stumbled to the ground. Liz, very aware of the two boys watching her, grabbed the camera. “Bitch!” she yelled, no longer caring whose attention she might draw. Liz thumbed the buttons, not even paying much attention to what she was doing. She was frantic now, and didn't see Marcy jump up. “Bitch!” Marcy yelled back, and snatched Liz's shirt upward. It went over her head and as far as her elbows, pinning her arms. Marcy snatched her phone away from Liz, then liberated her of her shirt. Now Liz stood in front of Marcy and the two boys, naked except for the blue ribbon in her hair. Her first instinct was to cover her breasts, but before she could even do that, Marcy was clicking away. Four more people came around the corner of the cafeteria building and stopped when they saw the naked girl. One of them was the cheerleader that had filled the empty spot at halftime. The girl put her hand over her mouth to stifle a giggle. More people came around the building. A small crowd was gathering. Everybody was gawking. Nobody was doing a thing about Marcy the photographer. Liz did the only thing she could do: she ran. Where was she going? The street? More than likely, just around the main building to hide her nakedness from the crowd. And then what? She didn't know. As it happened, she ran around the corner and right into someone. She fell to the ground, looked up and saw the Mr. Escot, the vice principal, and Mr. Mackey, her math teacher. Suddenly she realized that her legs were spread open slightly, and since she was still in a well-lit area, she figured there wasn't anything that could possibly make tonight any worse, short of a camera crew from Fox News showing up. She shut her legs and tried to get up. Mr. Escot offered a hand, and he was helping her up when Marcy rounded the corner. The camera flashed once, twice. “I'll take that,” Mr. Escot said, holding out his hand. Marcy hesitated for a moment, then took off running. Liz begged Mr. Escot to unlock the locker room doors, and he sent Mr. Mackey around the building. Wrapping his own coat around her, Mr. Escot led her to the locker room. They rounded the corner just as five students did the same heading in the opposite direction, and Liz fell backward once again, her legs parting slightly. She recovered quicker this time, but not before a flash caught her pose. Mr. Escot was also knocked down, but he was up and telling the students to get back if they didn't want to be expelled. She was up again, once more clutching the coat that covered not quite half of her ass. Once she was safely inside the locker room, she peeked around the corners to make sure no one (especially Marcy) was there. It was clear. Marcy's time would come, oh hell yes it would, but in the meantime, Alex was to accept responsibility for this. It was safe to say that Alex had more than just a naked bus ride coming her way. She got to her locker and tried to recall the combination. She thought she had had it down, but she guessed now that she had been wrong. She froze as she turned it over. She had been confident enough to tear the sticker off of it. Great, she thought. Just great. 15 The entire class of 8a of Jackson High School held its breath and fixed its many eager eyes on Beth Maringer. The girl now regretted all of her gloating about her old school, Winston Hills High, and their football team, which had won the high school state finals last year and made sure everyone knew they intended to continue the tradition. Had they beaten Jackson High, Beth would still be smiling and enjoying the humiliation of the six big-talking boys as they jacked off in front of the entire class. As it were, Jackson had won, and now she was heading toward the front of the class. The entire class had witnessed the deal, and if she didn't hold up to her end, she would be stripped and handcuffed to the flagpole outside while one of the boys pulled the fire alarm. Mr. Karn was a cool guy. He let the kids get away with anything short of rape and murder. He had been present when Beth had made the bet with the boys, and asked her if she was sure she wanted to agree to such a thing. She had replied with arrogance, saying that it wouldn't matter anyway because Winston Hills High was unstoppable this year. Mr. Karn said okay and went on with their lesson. The next morning everyone's eyes were on her. She had a red face when she walked in the door. Mr. Karn had an assignment written on the board. He stood up and said, “This is a big assignment, class, covering sections two and three in chapter five. I'll give you this period to work on it, and what you don't finish here, you can take home with you.” He looked at Beth. “I've got some papers that need copying, so you'll be alone most of this period. I expect you kids won't get too loud?” The class acquiesced. Beth just looked at the floor, her face burning. It was small consolation that Mr. Karn wouldn't be in attendance. Now she stood looking at the class, her butt resting lightly on the edge of the desk. Someone made a comment about how tight her jeans were, and that she might be more comfortable if she took them off. It somehow made it worse that the person who said this was a girl. She reached for the hem of her shirt, but couldn't bring herself to pull it up. One of the boys made some snide comment about the flagpole out front, and that got her moving. She had medium breasts with good shape, covered only by her cotton bra. The boys kept their cheers to a minimum, not wanting to bring Mr. Bryant from across the hall. Her jeans came off next, and everyone stared as she peeled them off her hips. Her panties were plain white cotton, but not too modest. Her fingers fumbled nervously with the back hooks of her bra. Finally she unhooked it, and slid the shoulder straps off her arms. She immediately folded her arms over her breasts. It had taken all of her courage to drop her bra. She knew she wouldn't be able to take her panties off. “Who has the handcuffs?” one girl asks. This gets her moving again, and finally her arms uncover her chest and her thumbs hook into the waistband of her small panties. Slowly, a small, trim line of pubic hair appears, then her panties fall to her ankles. The class applauds her without too much noise, and Beth tries to block everything out as she climbs up on the desk. On her knees, she spreads her legs and presents her butt in the air for the class to see. She moved her hand between her legs. “Spread 'em,” one guy said, and a girl echoed the command. Her face burned hotter with humiliation and anger as tears welled up in her eyes, and she spread her pussy lips with two long fingers. They were taking pictures of her, she knew. She hadn't yet realized that one guy had brought a videocamera. And it was only eight-thirty. She had to stay like this until the bell rang, which was a good forty minutes off. 16 Lindsay stepped out in a tiny two-piece and headed for the pool. She cannonballed off the diving board, climbed out and stretched out on a beach chair. Jay was watching her from his office room on the second floor. He had space for an office room because he and his wife had no children. Not that they hadn't tried, but one or both of them was simply incapable. Lindsay was fourteen with a sixteen year old's knockout body, might've even passed for eighteen. She had straight brown hair that was made darker by the water. The office door was locked, because if Jay's wife caught him looking at another woman (at an underage girl, no less), she would shit chickens. It was half past twelve, and it occurred to Jay that Lindsay Vane should probably be in school. Then it occurred to him that Mr. and Mrs. Vane should both be at work. So Lindsay had the house all to herself. Jay watched as the little teenage vixen applied sunscreen all over her body, and paid special attention when her hand dipped just under the waistband of her bikini bottom. He attempted to store that away for later use but noticed her hand returned, then again and again. Finally her whole hand disappeared under the stretchy material of her suit. This little vixen was fingering herself in her backyard. She stopped. Looked around. When she was satisfied that no one could see her, she pulled the strings on either side of her bottom, then lifted her butt up and threw her bikini bottom aside. Jay's eyes went immediately to the small strip of brown hair above her small slit. He might have killed for a pair of binoculars at that moment, but there were none. He watched eagerly as the girl threw her top aside. Now she was reclining in the chair, wearing nothing but a pair of sunglasses. She massaged herself with the tips of her fingers, then teased by slipping one partways inside. Jay had only recently noticed this hottie (the first had been seeing her strut around her room in only a pair of panties), and now he was getting a full view. He knew how lucky he was. She lost the sunglasses, charged at the swimming pool and dove down into the water. Resurfacing, she pulled herself up on the ladder. Her body was covered with a cascade of water, and as it rolled off her, he got a good look at her shiny, wet ass. He also noticed that, although it was a bit lighter, there were no distinct tanlines. Had she done this before? No, surely he would have seen it if she had. The girl lay down on her belly, this time on the grass instead of the lawn chair. She brought her knees up under her and spread them, sticking her ass out into the air invitingly. A hand moved between her legs and Jay wished it could have been his own hand, fondling that soft mound, that warm, smooth skin. A crazy idea occurred to him, then: Why didn't he go over there? He could ring the doorbell and wait, no doubt sending the girl into a frenzied panic. Or would she answer it at all? He thought not. Still, it was a thought. Something startled her, because it was at that moment that she jumped up and ran to the fence. She unlocked their side of the gate and tried it. It was unlocked on his side, as it usually was, and the tall, heavy fence door swung open. It excited him to see the young, naked girl step into his very own back yard. God, what he wouldn't have given for a video camera! The girl peered through the crack at the fence gate. Jay could see nothing on the other side, except her pink bikini bottom, which still lay in the chair. Lindsay's dad stepped to the glass door, then stepped into the back yard. He walked out into the yard, as if he was looking for something but didn't know quite what. Then he spied the pink material on the chair. He picked it up and looked at it curiously for a moment, then picked up Lindsay's top from the side of the chair. After studying them minutely, he looked around once more, then went back inside. Jay noticed he had locked the door. He wondered what thoughts were in Lindsay's mind. How she felt about being locked out of her own home, minus her clothing. Part of him felt sorry for her, but another part felt something else. Neither Jay nor Lindsay (to the best of Jay's knowledge) had heard Lindsay's father come home. But twenty minutes later, as the naked girl stood in his back yard, watching his back door for any sign of movement, they heard the old car pull out into the street, sputter, then rev up before Max, Lindsay's dad, shifted to second gear. This seemed to make Lindsay quite happy. She rushed across her own back yard and tried the doorknob. It was locked. She pushed at it, trying to force it, with no luck. After trying the windows, the door again, and even trying to climb up to her second-story window, she sat down on her chair, naked with blades of grass still stuck to her belly and chest, with the look of failure on her face. Jay thought about going down there to confront her (she hadn't even bothered to shut the gate all the way), but was afraid of her reaction. What if she screamed? What if she started crying? But then, what was he supposed to do? Just leave her out there all alone? Just then he remembered something funny that had happened. He had found a blouse in the back yard, white with flowers on it. His wife not only swore it wasn't hers, but said that she had never seen it before in her life. Jay had thrown it in the shed to be used as a grease rag, but now he thought he knew who it belonged to. Maybe this wasn't the first voyeuristic stunt she had pulled. Of course she hadn't intentionally lost her clothes this time, but she had stripped, and wasn't it possible she had done something similar before? Maybe, he thought. So, he decided that he would retrieve the blouse, then throw it over the fence. It wasn't a very thick garment, and the hem would probably only fall halfway down her butt, but he thought she might appreciate it just the same. Now he peered into the crack at the hinged end of the gate. Lindsay was pacing the yard, her arms folded limply over her chest. In order to get her attention, he shut the gate, hard, then threw the blouse over the top of the fence. He was careful with the back door, then, racing back up to his study, he peered out the window. She had donned the flowery blouse and was standing near her back door, studying the fence. Jay was glad she couldn't see into his dark study. Her fingers were laced together, her hands in front of her. She turned and tried the door one final time. The first thing that came to mind was that she might actually be desperate enough to break one of the panes to let herself in. The other was that the blouse had covered most of her ass. She turned around again and moved to the side gate. Glancing first at her back door, then at the gate leading to his own back yard, she stepped out and disappeared from view. Only a minute went by, then she appeared in her room. She dropped the blouse and slipped into a pair of jeans. She had found a cute blue shirt that said it wasn't me on the front, and started to slip it on when she froze. Her eyes locked on his. He wanted to duck out of sight, but knew it was too late. Then he waved at her. She frowned, then disappeared from view. Then the blinds went down. It worried Jay that she might tell someone. It worried him more that she might tell his wife. But she never showed up at his doorstep. It was around six-thirty when Jay returned to his study. He had been looking for a pen that would work, but instead found himself ogling Lindsay, lying on her bed in front of a book. Suddenly and without any warning, she jumped up off her bed and pulled her shirt off, then her bra, then her jeans. Jay found that she had donned a cute, tight pair of white panties with bears on them. She went over to her dresser, then turned her head toward him and winked. Her smile was mischievous. Then she wiggled out of her panties (wiggling quite a bit more than necessary, but she pulled it off well). She moved to the window and kissed her fingertips, then blew it at him, smiling. It was provocative. Sexier than just plain nudity. Then she turned and walked out the door. Hadn't Mr. and Mrs. Vain been at home by then? And what about her two brothers and her sister? And she was just going to walk out of her room, butt naked? Jay knew it was for his benefit, and he benefitted from it. He sat for twenty minutes, waiting for her to come back. He had nothing better to do, after all, and she had to come back some time. If she wanted to show him something, he definitely wanted to see. And she had come back, wearing nothing but a towel and a smile. Her hair was wet and she walked toward the window. Her towel fell. She gave him that same sexy, mischievous smile. Then she shook a finger at him, saying no, no, no. Then the shades fell, and that was the last he saw of her that night. He couldn't wait for tomorrow. 17 It was really Mrs. Henderson's fault that Kelly had ended up naked while she was waiting for the bus. She had been the one that brought the recent law changes to everyone's attention. In short, Bibb county was now “nudist friendly”. Nudists were to receive the same treatment as anyone else, and that applied to schools also. A lot of parents were outraged by the idea, but there was nothing they could do about it. Apparently the mayor had a soft spot for nudists. Kelly had brought the news home with her, and she ended up getting into some small argument with her dad about freedom, a person's rights, and nudism. Eric didn't think it was right for people to walk around “in the buff”, as he called it. His daughter disagreed. She had also made some remark about protesting the protesters with a nude march. Her dad had laughed. He had said that she was from a decent family, and that she wouldn't even be able to go out in the nude. She disagreed. In fact, she could go a whole week without any clothes at all. "Is that so?" he said. "Well either put up or shut up." "What's that mean?" "It means I don't wanna hear any more about it." "But dad, it's just...it's a person's right to choose--" "I mean it, Kelly. I don't want to hear any more." She glared at him. They had glared each other down before, usually about stupid, trivial things. He gasped when she pulled her shirt over her head. In a matter of moments she was working her feet out of the legs of her jeans, then she stood before him, naked. On the outside she stood tall and proud, but it was all she could do to keep herself from shaking, much less running out of the room with her hands over her girl parts. Her dad found his voice. "What do you think you're doing?" "I'm 'putting up'," she said. "Put your clothes back on right now, Kelly." "Bibb County supports my right to go naked, wherever I want." Kelly was as stubborn as he himself was. But he was amused that she was willing to take her clothes off, right in the middle of the living room, so he decided to have some fun. "Well, fine!" he said. "You wanna be a nudist? You just bought yourself a whole week without clothes of any kind." Now she gasped. "Wh-what?" "You heard me. That's what you wanted, now you got it." "B-but--" "Yes, I can see your butt. I can see everything else too. So will everyone at school." ... The next morning, she got ready for school. She had stepped over to her dresser, then remembered all she'd said. She'd said she didn't need clothes, that she might even become a nudist. He'd yelled at her. He'd demanded that she either put up or shut up...and she had. God help her, she had stripped naked and thrown her clothes down in theatric disgust. He'd told her she would have to go naked for a whole week. She hadn't backed down. But of course now it all seemed foolish. Her and her stupid arguments with her stupid father. She couldn't go to school naked! What was she thinking? She pulled one of the drawers open and brought out a cotton t-shirt. She held it against her, considering. Now she wasn't allowed to wear clothes for a week. Of course she could just get dressed anyway. He couldn't keep her naked, after all. Could he? But that would be too much like admitting defeat. After all the things she'd said, she couldn't give in. She threw the shirt back in her drawer and slammed it shut. After several moments of thought, she decided on ankle-high socks and white sneakers. She trudged down to the kitchen like this. Her dad said good morning. Her mom just shook her head. Now she stood, waiting for the bus with her backpack slung over one bare shoulder. She felt so exposed, and somewhat naughty. What would her friends say? And her teachers? What about her best friend, Vicky, and Vicky's boyfriend Ben? Vicky and Ben had been together damn near forever, but Kelly still carried a secret crush for him. What would he think if he saw her like this? Kelly turned back toward her house, and there were Amy and Rachel. Rachel lived right next door to Kelly, and Amy must have stayed over. Everybody knew they were more than good friends. Both girls stood gawking, wordless. Amy was the first to speak. “And I thought I was forgetful.” Kelly blushed. ... The bus pulled up next to the curb, a few kids already staring out wide-eyed. She had told Rachel about her argument with her dad, and stated that she was only proving a point. Rachel commended her bravery while Amy told her she was crazy, but Amy didn't mind one bit. Now she was climbing the steps. She felt a hand pat one cheek and spun around. It was Amy. Kelly felt a mixture of indignance and total humiliation. It didn't get better as she stepped into view of everyone on the bus. Everyone was talking at once as she made her way to her seat. A few girls near the front called her a little slut, while others giggled and poked fun. A few of the guys made profane requests, sometimes accompanied with lewd gestures. The seat felt cold as she slid next to the window. She was shivering, and she hugged her bookbag. It would be a long week. 18 Penny knew about the little peephole in the bathroom wall. In fact, she often used it herself to spy on Henry, her stepdad, when he showered. She knew that he also used it to watch her. It was a little creepy at first, but the more she thought about it, the more turned on she got. The first time she had masturbated for him wasn't planned, but more of a wild impulse. It was almost one of the best orgasms she'd ever had. She had known he had been watching her because he had left the light on in the small closet space where the hole was located. Never in a million years would she have guessed that he knew she was watching him...at least, not until yesterday. Her eyes had been wide and her mouth open as he stroked his shaft to a full erection and shot his load on the shower curtain. Was it merely coincidence that it had been only two days before when she had masturbated for him? She thought not. He had been watching her pleasure herself and wanted to return the favor. Somehow he knew she had been watching. Now she lay in bed, slowly rubbing her clit. It was only a little after one in the afternoon. Her mom would be home in a few more hours, and now she dared herself to walk in there and give Henry a big wet kiss, right on the mouth. She wondered how he would react, or if he would tell Mom. A small, nagging voice in the back of her mind tried to convince her that he hadn't known she was watching, that he never would have jacked off if he had. But her pussy ached to have him inside, if only for a quick visit. It had grown tired of Penny's fingers. It needed a man's flesh. Penny slipped out from under the covers and slid into her shirt and pants. She started for the door, then stopped. She had an idea. She had borrowed an incredibly short skirt from one of her friends and now she threw her pants aside and slipped into it. Henry was sitting in front of the tv. She walked up to him. “Dad, Me and Holly were going to go out on a double date next weekend. You think this skirt's too short?” The mention of her skirt seemed to pull him out of his trancelike stare at the tv. “Oh, I don't know. That's awful short, Penny.” “Aww, come on. I'll bet you can't even see my panties when I bend over.” Before Henry could respond, Penny turned and bent over, touching her toes. “See?” she said, standing up. She was right: Henry couldn't see her panties, mainly because she wasn't wearing any. He was speechless, at least for a moment. “Penny, I...I don't know. Bend over and let me see again.” She did. This time he reached out and lifted her skirt up. She smiled, looking at him upside-down from between her legs. His other hand moved upward. She felt the tip of his finger travel down the crack of her ass, directly over her little asshole, down to her pussy. He moved it lightly along the slit, then moved to the side of her labia. He pulled the soft flesh over, spreading her lips apart and reveling more pink flesh. “Well?” she said. “Hmmm?” “Do you like what you see?” “Um, yeah.” “So I can wear this skirt on my double date?” “I...I guess so. So long as you mother doesn't find out about it.” “Great! Hold on, I've got one more outfit to show you, okay? Be right back!” She ran back to her room. What was he thinking, taking her and feeling her up like that? What if she told Ann? Penny came bouncing back into the living room. To his delight and horror, she was wearing absolutely nothing. “Penny, what--” “You like it?” she said, spreading her arms out as if to say 'tada'. “I know you've seen me wear this before when I was in the shower, but I thought you might like it better up close. But now that I've shown you mine, you have to return the favor.” “Penny...I don't think this is a good idea. I mean, what if--” “Mom won't find out unless you tell her, and we've got less than three hours until she gets home. Now are you going to fuck me or not?” Henry could hardly believe what luck he had. His young stepdaughter was standing in front of him, naked and asking to be fucked. Life simply didn't get much better than this. “You know you want to,” she said, smiling and rubbing her pussy. “I'll be in my bed whenever you get ready.” He watched her saunter away. She was barely out of the living room before he jumped up and ran after her. They kissed each other passionately in the hallway. Penny went for his belt but he moved out of her reach as he kissed her body, moving lower and lower. He did each nipple in turn, sucking lightly and rolling his tongue over them, before moving down to her belly. He stopped briefly, and she gasped as she felt his tongue move up the length of her slit. He licked her again, then buried his tongue between her lips. Her legs were spread wide and her hips thrust forward as he fucked her with his tongue. She squirmed with pleasure, grabbing his head and drawing it between her legs. Her chest rose and fell faster, and he knew she was about to come. Abruptly he stopped. She picked her head up and looked at him. “Please, don't stop!” He moved down and stuck out his tongue, barely parting her labia, then stopped. “Wh—what's wrong?” “Nothing.” “Then why'd you stop?” She was out of breath. He moved down and kissed her lips, then ran his tongue up her slit again. He kissed her again gently, then stopped. “Why'd you stop again?” “I didn't stop. But if you want me to, I--” “No, no, please! If you want me to beg I'll beg! Please, please don't stop!” He smiled and kissed her pussy lips again. He slipped his tongue inside her again, but only briefly. “Please, keep going! Just a little more! Don't stop now, please, fuck me with your tongue, I want it inside me!” With this hot little cunt begging for it, it was a wonder he didn't shoot his load right in his pants. “Shhh, easy now. I'm not going to stop, but I dont want you to come just yet.” He kissed her again. She grabbed his head and tried to force it closer to her pussy. He managed to escape her grasp. He repositioned her, putting her on her hands and knees, legs spread. Her pussy looked so delicious and inviting, he wondered if he could hold out a full ten seconds. He dropped his pants and got on his knees. Slowly, he guided the head of his penis between her waiting lips. He moved forward slowly, until he was all the way inside her. Her pussy was tight, more so than he had imagined. He slowly withdrew, then moved forward again. The only noises she made were soft little girl moans, and that only added to his pleasure. He moved out and in again, slowly but rapidly. She was about to come, and he wanted to come with her. Now he moved faster. She wiggled her hips on him and he felt his balls tighten. He couldn't stop now if he wanted. He rapidly fucked her, his hips slapping against her ass. He placed his hands on her hips as he shot his load into her. He felt her own warm girl juices run down his balls as he did. Cleaning up was a mess, so they used the shower next time. Her bed got its fair share of use, too. 19 It was uncanny, the timing of this freak accident that gave Ben the chance for just about any kind of revenge he could dream up. Their parents had left them all alone for the weekend, since Yoko was seventeen now and plenty old enough to take care of the house and her little brother for the weekend (actually, both Yoko and Ben were adopted). Last night, Ben had seen an opportunity to peep through the crack between the door and the wall and spy on his sister taking a shower. Of course he couldn't see anything until she cut the water off and threw back the curtain. Still, the thirty seconds before she spotted him...it was heaven. He had only seen one other girl naked before in his life; his best friend's sister. And that had been an honest mistake. Who knew she would be changing clothes in her room, without locking the door. Ben had been careless; he must have made a noise, because Yoko spun around and her eyes locked on his. He didn't wait to see her reaction; rather than face her, he slipped down the hall and into his room. He would wait and jack off later. Right now he would wait and see what Yoko's reaction would be. But damn, she was hot. Her breasts were supple, round, perfect. Her waist was slim above her hips, her skin slightly tanned without tan lines (he wondered if she sunbathed nude), her legs shapely and smooth. She had a perfect bubble butt, tanned with the rest of her body, and nothing but smooth skin where her pubic hair should be. Carl's sister Joan had had a big patch of brown hair there, but Yoko must have shaved hers off because nothing was blocking the view of her small snatch. Ben held his breath as he heard the bathroom door open. He was under the covers on his bed, waiting patiently and listening. His heart jumped when his own doorknob turned. Yoko stepped into the room. She was still naked. Ben tried to speak but couldn't find the words. “What are you doing, jacking off under there?” she said, glaring at him. “Is that it? You were spying on me so you could jack off?” “N-no, I'm--” “Well here,” she said. She spread her legs and rubbed herself with one hand. “Do you like that? Do you, little brother?” With two fingers, she spread her pussy lips apart. Her hips moved from side to side, as if she were dancing. Ben sat up and moved closer. “Do you want to touch me?” Instead of replying with words, he stretched out one hand toward her. His ears were ringing. He could see spots before his eyes and was barely aware that his cheek stung. Then the pain sharpened. He sat up, realizing that she had slapped him hard enough to knock him down. “That's for spying on me! You want something to jack off to, go spy on someone else! Next time it'll cost you a finger!” She stormed out of the room. Several things occurred to him at once. First, he had been way too careless. Second, his sister was a real bitch. Third...her ass was fine, but it looked even better walking away. Despite the pain in his cheek, he would be jacking off tonight, oh yes. He didn't know if she was serious about him losing a finger if she caught him again, but he didn't care. He slept in the next morning, and when he came downstairs he heard a noise. It came from the downstairs bathroom. Thinking Yoko was probably in there, he debated wether or not he should peek in. Of course, it was never a question: he went to the door and opened it a tiny crack, quietly as possible. There he saw his sister, Yoko, halfway through the bathroom window. The top half of her was outside, and she was struggling to get back in. “Ben! Ben, is that you?” “Y-yeah.” “Ben, I'm stuck. Help me get back in.” Ben moved forward and thought for a second how he would go about getting her back in...and, more importantly, what he could grope while he did it. He was forurteen, fairly strong for his age. Surely he wouldn't have any... Then it hit him. “How'd you get stuck, anyway?” he asked. “I was talking to someone outside. Why does it matter? Pull me in!” “How long have you been there?” “I don't know! Five, ten minutes. Now are you gonna help me or not?” “Sure, Yoko. I'll help you.” A denim skirt covered her slim bubble butt. He put one hand on her buttcheek, then moved it closer to the middle, down over where her butthole would be, down over her pussy. “Ben?” “Yeah?” “What the hell do you think you're doing?” “I dunno, I...I guess I'm just having a little fun.” He smiled. “Ben you stop that right now!” Ben stopped, then put one hand on her bare thigh and inched it upward until it disappeared under her skirt. Yoko squeezed her legs together, but his hand inched upward until he felt her smooth silky underwear. “Ben!” Ben didn't reply. “You little pervert! Mom'll kill you for this if Dad doesn't get to you first!” The more he thought about it, the more good ideas he came up with. And more bad ideas began to seem like good ones. He rushed upstairs. When he came back down, he went straight out the back door and around to the side of the house where his sister was hanging halfway out the window. “Ben, you little shit! I'll kill you!” “Calm down, Yoko.” He moved forward with a pair of scissors and grabbed her shirt. “No! No, you can't! This is my favorite shirt!” He hesitated, then stepped back, dodging her pathetic attempts to claw at him. “Okay. I won't have to cut it up if you just take it off.” “What? You've got to be kidding!” “And stop yelling. That's only gonna draw attention to you, and that's something you don't want. Now take it off or I'll cut it up.” Ben waited patiently, but he had to move forward with the scissors again to provoke a reaction. He almost felt sorry for her when she started crying...almost. In the end, she took it off and handed it to him as instructed. “Now your bra.” She stared at him with wet, hateful eyes. She looked like a Japanese half-oni. She made no attempt to remove her bra. Ben moved forward and she tried to knock him back. “Careful,” he said. “These scissors are sharp. Wouldn't want you to get cut.” Resignation on her face, she stopped fighting and let him cut her bra strap. Her hands immediately went to cover up her naked breasts. Now Ben stepped back and produced a camera from his pocket. He clicked once, twice, three times. “Ben...Ben, please stop. I'm sorry about last night. I'm sorry for all those times I was mean to you.” Ben wasn't about to fall for the old 'I'm sorry for real this time' routine. If she thought he was going to fall for that one again, she was dead wrong. Ben had always wondered about his sister's room. Now, as he hid the camera in his room, he wondered if he shouldn't have a look. Sure, he was excited, ready to get back downstairs. But if he was right... Yoko's room smelled different from his own, and was decorated with posters of rock and heavy metal bands. He couldn't remember a time when he was allowed to be in here. He checked various drawers before finding one with condoms in it. He might need one later, so he took one and slipped it in his pocket. Yoko's underwear drawer contained just that, plus a number of other little toys with which he was unfamiliar. He deduced that what he now held in his hand was a dildo. There was a small box with a wire extending some length, the end of which was attached to a small plastic ball. When he pushed a button on the box, the little plastic egg hummed to life. He smiled. "Ben! Ben, is that you?" she asked in a loud whisper. "Yeah, it's me," he said, standing behind her. He put a hand on the soft, warm denim directly above her butt and immediately felt her tense up. "Ben, I don't know what kind of sick things you have in mind but if you don't stop feeling me up right now I'll make your life a living hell." "You mean like you do every day?" "No. Much, much worse. When I tell mom, you'll be grounded for a year. When I tell dad, he'll belt your ass so hard y-oh!" Ben had switched on the vibrator and now held it against her skirt. "What do you think everyone'll say when I tell them what kinds of toys you have in your panty drawer?" "Oh, you little twirp! I'll kill you!" "Calm down," Ben said, moving the vibrator up, over her asshole and straight up her crack and back down again. It stopped once more at her cunt. "You don't want to draw attention to yourself. Now, I figure, since you like to show off your body like you did last night, I might as well have a little fun. Before it's all over, I'll have a lot of naked pictures of you...just in case you do decide to try and get even with me." "Fuck you," she growled. "Well...we might. I haven't decided yet. But you'll at least come for me before I let you go." He ran his hands down her legs, then moved upward, grabbing her skirt when he got to it. He slowly lifted and worked her skirt upward until it was bunched around her waist. Her panties weren't sheer, but they hugged her pussy lips enough so that Ben could see them. He reached and touched the vibrator to her, then rubbed it up and down her slit. "Ben...Ben, please stop. Don't do this, Ben. I got...I got fifty bucks! Just let me go and it's all yours. We can forget the whole thing." "Sorry, Yoko. But that's okay. This'll be fun for you too. You'll see." The vibrator was replaced by inexperienced, exploring fingers. Inexperienced as he was, it made Yoko shiver with delight to have so much attention dedicated to her pussy. Ben's fingers down there almost felt...good. A fourteen year old virgin wasn't content with stroking a girl's private parts through her panties, so Ben pulled the thin material to the side. It wasn't the same as seeing her standing upright. This was a view from the back, with her bent over, and an up-close view at that. Ben thought back to last night, remembering how she had rubbed herself. Now he placed his hand over her snatch, rubbing first the skin just above her slit, then moving down. She was softer than he had ever imagined. And moist. Ben grabbed the dildo and gently placed the tip against her slit. He rubbed it up and down. "Do you like that?" No response. She was probably too pissed off at him to speak, but at least she hadn't tried to kick him. He slid the puple dildo between her lips, slowly filling her up with it. She squirmed agianst it, but not like it was hurting her. It occurred to him that he had taken his camera upstairs and still needed to take some more pictures. Pulling the dildo out, he said, "Be right back." He ran up the stairs, grabbed the camera, then raced back down with frantic speed. "I'm back," he said, coming in the door. The camera clicked once, twice. Her panties slid down below her buttcheeks and it clicked again. Then the dildo found her hole once more. Click. Pulling it out, he slid one finger inside. Click. The panties moved down her legs, then off her ankles. "Yoko?" Nothing. "Yoko, I know you're really peeved at me right now, but if you'll spread your legs for me, we'll get through this a lot faster." Slowly, her legs spread wide. Ben snapped a few pictures, then ran back upstairs and hid the camera. When he got back, Yoko was waiting patiently. Without saying anything, Ben took the small vibrating egg and rubbed it against her pussy. She was getting wetter. Suddenly, and without warning, Yoko moaned out loud. Her moaning continued. Ben thought something was wrong with her at first. He said, "Yoko? Are you okay?" "Please don't stop, Ben," she said, panting. Ben held the vibrator to her pussy once more, rubbing it against her. He had never seen a girl come before, and with his free hand spread her labia apart. Some were squirters, he had heard. He had a lot of questions about the female body, but today a lot of those questions would be answered. "Oh yeah," Yoko said. "Yeah, yeah, mmmm." Her legs spread instinctively. She moaned louder and a clear liquid poured out of her cunt. She lay there, still halfway out the window, panting. "Now will you help me in?" she said between breaths.

1 Alex's heart was racing as she sat the quarters down on one of the washing machines. The laundromat was empty, and she prayed it stayed that way. She took a deep breath and opened the lid. The laundromat was in the basement of her apartment building. It was pretty busy during the day, but at night there was rarely anyone there. Alex hesitated a moment longer, looking toward the door, then pulled her shirt up over her head. She hesitated once more, knowing that the sooner she got it over with, the better, then slid her shorts down her long slender legs. She had found out in college that acts of voyeurism turned her on; some people would call her an exhibitionist (some others would call her a slut). She had felt moisture between her legs right after she stepped out of her apartment (stepping out actually confirmed that she was going to go through with this). Now she found that her legs were wobbly. Her shirt and shorts went into the washer, then her bra followed. Finally she worked up the courage to slip out of her panties, and she dropped them in with the rest. Now she was completely naked, with nothing to cover herself. Being so naked and exposed in the frequently used laundromat sent a spark of lust between her thighs. Alex put quarters in the machine and set it to wash. It would take twenty minutes to wash them and ten to rinse. They'd probably dry pretty quickly. She had killed time when she first got here, so she thought it was only fair to set the timer up five minutes. She had accidentally leaned against the machine, and found that the metal was extremely cold to skin that wasn't used to being bare. She braced herself before she sat down, but found that plastic, though cold, wasn't nearly as cold. Leaning back a little, she sat with her arms at her sides and her legs tightly together. Part of what she agreed to if she had lost the bet was that she had to shave between her legs. That left her feeling even more exposed, but she had to admit that she liked it that way. Thinking she had heard something, Alex sat up straight and listened as hard as she could. Her arms wanted to cover her breasts as best they could, but she wasn't allowed to cover up. She waited anxiously for someone to step into the laundromat, but no one did. She sighed relief. It seemed like a long time, but even without a watch, she knew that it had only been about five minutes since she stepped out of her panties. She wondered how she could pass the time when all she really wanted to do was get back up to her apartment and masturbate like crazy. She once again held her breath and listened intensely. This time she was sure of it: she heard footprints. Even if she wanted to, there was nowhere to run. She simply sat and prayed that it was just the janitor or a maintenance man (or woman) and they would walk right on by the door without taking any notice of her. A young woman about her age took three steps into the room before noticing the naked girl. “Oh!” she said, purely out of surprise. “I mean, hi! I'm sorry, I just wasn't expecting to find...anyone else down here. I'm Kim,” she said, offering her hand to Alex. “Alex,” she said weakly. “So...you live in the building?” “Yeah, third floor.” “Really? Me too. Although I haven't been living there for long.” Kim emptied her clothes basket into a washing machine and started it as she talked. Now she looked directly at Alex. “Look, I don't mean to pry, but...what are you doing down here naked?” Alex blushed. “My clothes are in the washing machine.” “So you just came down here, stripped your clothes off and threw them in the washing machine? Damn, I wish I was that brave.” Alex wished she was a little braver herself. She had contemplated backing out of it even though she swore to Nicole that she wouldn't. “So, do you do this often? Just sit here naked while your clothes wash?” “I lost a bet.” “Oh, really? What game did you bet on?” “Actually, I lost a drinking contest to my best friend, Nicole.” “That sounds like fun. Y'know, umm, actually, I'm kinda new in town and I don't have any friends here. You think you and I can hang out sometime?” Alex had been contemplating whether Kim was coming onto her or not, and Kim had mistaken her expression for something else. “Hey, it's okay if you don't want to. I just--” “No, it's not that. It's just...I'm not a lesbian.” The look of astonishment on Kim's face was almost comical, then she laughed. “No, no, I'm not like that either. I just want somebody to hang out with.” Alex blushed and offered a shy laugh. “Sorry. But yeah, I'd like to hang out sometime. And I can introduce you to Nicole.” The two of them chatted for a while and Alex almost forgot that she was naked. They talked about all the crazy things they did in high school and college (Alex had once made out with a girl; Kim had had sex with two ex-boyfriends at the same time; once, in high school, she had been on the bus with the football team. They were coming back from a big game where they had destroyed their opponents, and she rewarded them by standing up at the front of the bus and slipping her cheerleader skirt down to moon them. They happily applauded, but were disappointed when she wouldn't give them an encore. Once, during fraternity initiations, Alex had masturbated in front of three guys.) Alex also told her about Nicole, and how she was one of the most outgoing people she had ever met. Well, either outgoing or crazy. Soon her washing machine buzzed and came to a stop. She got up and transferred them to the dryer (the washing machine feeling cold on her bare skin). Alex was busy feeding the dryer quarters, and didn't see Nicole enter the room. Once the dryer was going, she spun back around and found her best friend standing there, watching her. Nicole offered a wide grin. “So you actually did it, huh? I really thought you would end up chickening out.” “Hey Nicole,” Alex said, taking her seat. “What are you doing here?” “Oh, I just decided to come by and make sure you didn't chicken out. Who's your friend?” “This is Kim. Kim, Nicole.” “Hi,” Kim said. “Hi,” Nicole replied. Turning back to Alex, she said, “Having fun yet?” “Oh, yeah, sitting naked in a laundromat. It's a real thrill." It really was. "Does it look like I'm having fun?” “Well, I'm glad you're enjoying it, because you and me are gonna have a rematch. Same deal. Loser has to come down here and throw her clothes in the wash.” “No way. You already beat me yesterday. I'm not about to do this again.” “C'mon, it's not that bad, is it? You only had one visitor the whole time, two counting myself. Besides, I'll take three shots before we start. You want to get me back, don't you?” The thought of putting Nicole through what she had been through tonight was pretty tempting, and she thought she knew a few guys in the building that she could send down here to 'wash clothes' while Nicole was waiting for her clothes to finish washing. Alex sighed theatrically. “Okay, but what do you say we raise the stakes?” Nicole smiled maliciously. “What'd you have in mind?” “The loser has to sit in that chair while she waits for her clothes to dry,” she said, pointing to one directly in front of the door, “with her legs spread.” “Fine. We'll drink tomorrow. I hope you're ready to spread your legs,” she said as she walked toward the door. She turned back long enough to say, “Nice meeting you, Kim,” and left. The dryer stopped, and Alex tugged on the handle. For one horrifying second, she thought that it was stuck. Then she relaxed, pulled again, and the door came open. She dressed and left after exchanging room numbers with her new friend. As soon as she was safely inside her apartment, her clothes came off again. The combination of the heat from the clothes straight out of the dryer and her own sexual arousal had gotten her hot enough to sweat, but the moisture between her legs wasn't sweat. Nicole had bought her a dildo for her birthday as a gag gift, and she had used it many times on occasions such as this. Now she went and got it out of her sock drawer, and returned to the living room. She sat down on the carpet and spread her legs. She had masturbated in every part of the small apartment that she could think of, but the living room was her favorite place, because sometimes she liked to pretend that she had an audience. She teased her pussy with the head of the big rubber dick, rubbing it up and down her slit and occasionally allowing the head to slip up inside her. Soon she had all eight inches in her, and she worked it in and out fast, rubbing her clit with her free hand. It wouldn't be long now. She tried to be as quiet as she could, but a soft moan escaped her lips anyway. She lay back on the floor, bending her knees and spreading her thighs wider. As she came, she felt her own juices flowing down between her legs. She would probably have to scrub the carpet after she cleaned herself up. 2 Holly lay on top of the comforter on her bed. Her gown had been tossed aside, and her panties were around her ankles. One hand was playfully pinching her nipple, the other stroking her slit. Holly had a bit of a voyeurist streak in her. Sometimes she would leave the door cracked while she changed clothes. The only ones that might catch a glimpse of her would be her parents or Jimmy, her older stepbrother. Still, she found the idea exciting. Sometimes, she would sneak out of the house, strip all her clothes off, and finger-fuck herself in the back yard. She lived in a small neighborhood, but they had a privacy fence around their back yard and it was always dark anyway. The thrill of being naked outside and the thrill of being caught excited her tremendously, but lately it had become too...routine. A lot of the thrill had gone. She thought and thought about how she could make it more exciting, and actually seriously considered turning the back porch light on while she masturbated. She knew she wouldn't, though. It was too risky and she wasn't that brave...yet. She did, however, find a solution to her problem; tonight, after her parents went to bed, she would sneak out the back door as she always did...except she would leave all her clothes in her bedroom. From the time she left her bedroom to the time she got back, she would be completely naked. She'd walk naked down the hall, straight past her brother's door, naked through the living room, naked through the kitchen...and finally, naked while she masturbated on the back porch. And of course, she would have no other choice but to make the trip back naked. Everything was quiet, and had been for a little while. She sat up, slipped her panties off her feet and dropped them on the floor next to her nightgown. She got off the bed and moved toward the door, pulling it open just a crack. She listened intensely. There was nothing for a while, then she thought she heard something from the direction of her parents' bedroom. Deciding to wait a little longer (she hated to think what would happen if she really did get caught), she lay back down on the bed, feeling daring enough to leave the door cracked as she massaged her pussy. A single finger traveled up and down her wet slit. Occasionally she would slide her finger inside her, teasing herself. Pretty soon she realized that she had better stop before she comes. Holly crept back to the door and strained to hear. Nothing. It was dead silent, except for the air conditioner in her mom and dad's room, and the fan in her own. Slowly, she eased the door open. She stuck her head out, looking in both directions. All clear. It took a lot of effort to take that first step out into the hallway, but once she had done it, she was thrilled that she had. She gently eased her door all the way shut, still listening for any noise. She tiptoed down the hall at the speed with which she normally walked. She stopped when she reached her older brother's door. Slowly, cautiously, she snuck past it, and she froze when she heard a sudden noise. For one horrifying second, she thought he would open the door and see her standing there, totally and completely naked, in the hall. Then she realized that it hadn't been the sound of a doorknob turning; she didn't know what it was, or care, as long as Jimmy stayed in his room. She tiptoed faster. Even moving at a good speed, she hardly made any noise at all. She slipped through the living room and into the kitchen, and finally out the back door. She walked out into the middle of the back yard and sat down on the wet grass (she usually got beside the porch, where there was the least possible chance of her being seen, but now she was feeling braver than usual). It felt good to her bare butt, and a few blades rubbed against her pussy. Walking through her own house naked had excited her more than she would have ever imagined. Now she quivered as one finger stroked her tiny slit. She slipped it in her as far as it would go, and it surprised a moan out of her. Normally, she would have sat up straight and looked around cautiously to see if anyone had heard her and was coming to investigate. Now, however, she was too excited. She might care five minutes from now, but at the moment her attention was completely on her little kitty. She slipped a second finger in. Now she was aware of how sensitive her clit had become, and managed to stifle the moan. The only thing that escaped her lips was her quick, harsh breathing. She thrust her fingers deeper into her, simultaneously thrusting her hips forward for maximum penetration. Hot liquid rushed out of her lips, running down her fingers and onto her hand. She worked her fingers furiously, savoring every second of the most powerful orgasm she had ever had. She collapsed onto the grass, arms and legs spread. For the moment she didn't care that she was covered in dew and blades of grass, and even her own juices. For the moment she only thought about how great it felt to be naked; naked and dirty in her own back yard. The grass felt wonderful on all her bare parts. Her hands went to her breasts, rubbing and playfully pinching her nipples. One hand moved down her smooth belly to the smoother skin of her little pussy. She wanted to stay out here and play some more, but knew she had to go to bed sometime tonight. She got up and brushed herself off as best she could, then started for the door. She eased it open gently, peeking inside much like she had peeked out of her own door. After making sure it was safe, she stepped inside and shut the door behind her. She tiptoed back through the kitchen and living room, and down the hall. Once again she froze at her stepbrother's door, but this time she heard no noise when she started back. Instead of going to her room, she went to the door almost straight across from her own. She always got dirty, and always took a shower afterwards. This time she didn't have to worry about taking her clothes back off, though. Still feeling brave, she decided to leave the bathroom door open while she showered. She would be behind the curtain anyway. The hot water felt great on her body. She built up a good lather and rinsed it off. Usually she showered and went straight to bed, but tonight she would break that routine. She slipped a finger, then two, inside her pussy and began working them rhythmically. She realized that she had never masturbated in the shower before, and wondered why she hadn't thought of it. It didn't matter now. Holly got down on her knees and bent forward, bracing herself against the foot of the tub with her free hand. The shower head was aimed downward, and most of the water fell on her ass. The sensation was wonderfully stimulating. Then she had another idea. She stood up long enough to retrieve the hairbrush next to the sink. Getting back on her knees, she worked the hard plastic handle into her soft cunt. The handle was a little bigger than both of her slender fingers put together, so it was a little more than she was used to, but it felt great inside her. The combination of the hot water and the new sensation of something big and hard inside of her sent her over the edge, and she gasped for breath as her second orgasm jolted through her body. She stood up, pulling the hairbrush out of her pussy and washing it off in the water. After she washed up, she stepped out of the shower and dried herself off. Wrapping the towel around her slim figure, she stopped and reconsidered, then threw it in the clothes basket. Surely she didn't need a towel around her to step across the hall. 3 Anita was shy by nature; she wasn't the type of girl that wore tight shirts and short skirts. Today was a different story, though. She had lost a bet to Jenny, her best friend, and that left her in nothing but the skimpiest bikini she had ever seen during her trip to the beach. The bottom was really nothing more than a few strings with a small, narrow triangle to cover her female parts, and the top was a big band about two inches wide that went all the way around her. She'd had to shave all of her pubic hair off to keep any from being visible. The deal was that she had to wear it to the beach and stay there at least thirty minutes. Anita thought it would be one of the most humiliating days of her life. What she never would have guessed in a million years was that she would be turned on by all the looks the guys were giving her. Some whistled, some winked at her...and some openly stared. The girls hadn't exactly had the same reaction...except for the blonde in the blue two-piece. She got in the water for a while, then lay down on the wet sand. She hadn't brought a towel (Jenny said that she would be tempted to cover up with it). The tide was receding. The waves collapsed on the beach and came up high enough to wet her feet. Guys stared. A familiar sensation tingled between her legs. She had only been with two guys in her entire life, and picking up some stranger would normally be an absurd idea, but now she actually considered it. It was either that or get herself off when she got back. Besides, she didn't think it would be too hard to find a guy willing to go home with her. A guy coming out of the water walked past her, looking at her and smiling as he did. She smiled back. She turned over on her stomach, giving her back a chance to tan. When it was time to go, she got up and started for her car. She changed her mind, however, when she saw the public showers. They were small and square, much like a public toilet, but outside, and with a shower instead of a shitter. If she washed off at the beach, she would just get sand all over her legs again, almost up to her thighs. Rinsing off there, however, only the bottom of her feet would be dirty. She stepped in one of the booths and turned the knob. The cold water made her step back against the door and gasp at the same time. She splashed some on her to get used to it, then stepped back in front of the stream. It warmed up considerably by the time she had rinsed herself. She noticed her top had fallen down enough to expose most of one nipple. She started to adjust it to cover herself up, but instead she rubbed her nipple. It sent a jolt of excitement through her body. She hesitated a moment, then gave in and took the top off. She hung it over the door, then stepped out of her bottom and hung them likewise. She slipped one long, slim finger between her pussy lips and into her waiting cunt. Being naked in such a public place excited her, but now she was masturbating in a public place. She leaned forward and spread her legs for easier access. A gentle moan that was barely audible escaped her lips as a second finger joined the first. There was an opening about a foot tall all the way around the bottom, and there wasn't a lock on the door. She could probably stand on her tiptoes and see over the top. It would be all too easy for somebody to discover her, and the thought of it sent her over the edge. Waves of pleasure pulsed through her body, and she continued thrusting her fingers inside her pussy, milking the sweet orgasm for all it was worth. After rinsing off again, she cut the water off and reached for her bikini, only to realize that it wasn't there. She thought she might simply pass out, but somehow she managed to calm herself and hold on to consciousness. She bent over and looked out of the bottom, hoping that they had simply fallen off the door. They had, and now they were a few feet away. She once again felt like fainting when she realized that she would have to step out of the booth to retrieve it. Anita took several deep breaths before finally building up the courage to open the door and step out to get her bikini. Standing on her tiptoes, she found that she could see over the top, and there was nobody on that side of the booth to see her. Steeling herself, she quickly opened the door, took five steps, grabbed her bikini and got back into the booth. Nobody had seen her, at least she didn't think so. She quickly stepped into her bikini. She didn't care that it had a little sand on it; all she wanted to do was get home. She stepped out almost cautiously, then started for the car. She stopped, staring at a piece of trash. The first thing she realized was that the wind wasn't blowing hard enough to knock her bikini off the door. The second was that that wasn't a piece of trash. She picked it up and, for the third time that day, she thought she might faint. She looked around, seeing nothing but ordinary beachgoers. She held the piece of paper tightly in her hand as she walked toward her car. Her cheeks were bright red. The piece of trash was actually a polaroid. It showed a clear picture of a slim figure bent over with her legs spread and two fingers buried in her pussy. The picture was so clear that Anita could see the beads of water clinging to what she knew was her own bare ass. 4 “Mandy,” Mr. Brown repeated. “Um, yes?” “Would you like to try and answer the question?” “I...I don't--” “Yes, I know you didn't hear me.” Mr. Brown stepped up to the board and scribbled out an algebra equation. “Mandy, we've probably got...five minutes left in this class. If you can solve this equation before the bell rings, you won't have to stay for detention.” “But I--” “If you had been paying attention, you'd know how to work it. But please, do try.” Mandy reluctantly stood up and walked to the board. Ordinarily she wouldn't have given a damn about detention or the extra attention she was receiving, but fate had played a cruel joke on her: she was the only one in the class that was completely naked, from the top of her head to her neatly trimmed toenails. It was this very thing that she had been pondering, which led to her being called to the front of the class. No matter how much it was explained to her, Mandy couldn't understand why they had to pose as nudists in a small hick town like Alberta, Georgia. The way she saw it, someone in the WPP had played a cruel joke on them, and there was nothing they could do about it. The only good thing about this was that she wasn't using her real name. Mandy took the piece of chalk from Mr. Brown (that name also sounded phony to her) and, for a moment, only stared up at the overly-complicated math problem. She tried not to think about what the rest of the class was looking at. She tried not to think about how exposed her whole body was, and had been all day. But that was hard to do when you were standing naked in front of an audience. Mandy thought she might've seen such a problem as this before. After simplifying it, she would have to cross-multiply. She started writing in her shaky chalkboard handwriting. She messed up, and when she reached for the eraser, she accidentally knocked it off the shelf of the chalkboard. It occurred to her that she had never been this clumsy before. It also occurred to her that she would have to bend over to pick it up. This she did quickly and without thinking, flashing the class a brief but fantastic view of pussy lips. She couldn't cover up or hide herself, or they would know she wasn't really a nudist. She wouldn't have cared about that, either, if her mom hadn't threatened to make her join the cheerleading squad. Yeah, her mom really had it hard. She also had to stay nude, and every once in a while she would have to run to the grocery store. Wow. Mandy wondered how she would feel if she had to spend seven hours walking around naked in a public school, five days a week. 5 It was Jennifer's idea, so Emily ended up picking the game. To everyone's surprise, Britney played too. “You know, Britney,” Jen said, “if you lose, you'll be dancing in the nude for your own brother. You don't think that's gross?” Britney just shrugged her shoulders. “It's not like he's gonna touch me or anything.” “Whatever,” Emily said. “Just as long as you don't chicken out.” “So how are we gonna do this?” Jen said. Emily spoke up: “Okay, you all know how to play Texas Hold'em, right?” The other two nodded. Bill, who sat in the corner, watched with intensity. “Good. Whoever ends up with all the chips is the winner. Since there are three of us, the two losers will have to play another hand to decide who strips.” “Why don't we just say whoever runs out of chips first loses?” Britney asked. Emily shrugged her shoulders. “Fine by me,” Jen said. Emily shuffled the cards and dealt two out to everyone. ... Even though she was only fourteen, Emily was almost an expert at Texas Hold'em. She couldn't believe she had just lost to two amateurs like Britney and Jennifer. “Woohoo!” Britney said, standing up, and made a gesture as if she were a stripper taking off her bra. “Somebody's gonna get nekkid.” Emily's face burned a bright red. “Take it off, girl!” Jen said. Bill, who had been quiet nearly the whole time, continued to sit patiently, his eyes fixed on Emily's slender figure. “But...” Emily said. “You're not chickening out, are you?” Britney said. “Because I've still got the pictures. Want me to email them?” Emily said nothing, only sat in silence. When they had first thought of the idea, they all decided it would be best if they took some nude pictures of each other, just in case the loser backed out. Emily almost shuddered when she thought how she spread her legs apart, then her pussy lips, in front of the camera. They had taken quite a few, with her face in at least three of them. No, her life would be over if Britney emailed them. Slowly, she stood up and started dancing, as if erotic music were playing. She couldn't bear to look at him, looking at her, so she closed her eyes. Her shirt was the first thing to go, of course, then she wiggled out of her pants. She had to open her eyes as she did so, and that only made her more aware of everyone's eyes on her petite body. She danced slowly, dreading the next part. Finally, when she could put it off no longer, she reached behind her and unfastened her bra, turning around so they couldn't see her bare breasts at first. She danced on, hugging her body (and for a long time concealing her breasts from prying eyes). Never in a million years had she thought she would lose against Britney and Jennifer. That's the only reason she agreed to this ridiculous idea in the first place. She wondered if they hadn't cheated. Emily turned sideways – it was the most concealing position – as she slid her panties off her hips and down her long, slender legs. Bill watched her with awe. Brit and Jen watched her with smiles on their faces. Emily kicked her panties aside and stood still for a moment. “Well,” Britney asked. “Well, what?” Emily returned. “Well, don't just stand there. Dance.” “Wh-- I'm already naked.” Britney made one of her 'pffft' noises that were her own, and said, “So far you haven't shown Bill anything but boobies. I'm sure he wants to see more, don't you, Bill?” “Well, not if she doesn't--” “See?” Britney chimed in. “He said he wants to see your cunny up close,” and she giggled at her own words. “Come on, be a good little doggy. Come over here and stand in front of him.” Emily hesitated, then gave in. She had to do what Britney wanted, or her pictures would get sent out. She stood directly in front of him and spread her legs, as directed. When Britney was satisfied, she had Emily turn around and touch her toes. It was humiliating enough just being naked in the same room as the boy for whom she carried a secret crush. Why did Britney have to torture her like this? “Hey, I've got an idea,” Britney said “We can all play again, and if Emily loses, she has to fuck him.” Emily wasn't appalled by the idea; not at fucking Bill, her secret love. But if that meant Britney and Jen would be watching the whole time, possibly even teasing her, then yes, she was appalled by it. "Hey, wait a minute!" she protested. "You can't do that!" Britney laughed. "I can and I did." "But how's that fair to me? Shouldn't you have to fuck him if you lose?" "I'm not naked. And I'm not fucking my own brother. But, to make it fair..." Britney put her finger to her mouth and paced around the room. "If Jen or I lose, the loser just has to get naked and masturbate. Fair?" Both the other girls looked at her like she was crazy. “I'm not playing,” Emily said. It took her a minute to work up the courage to speak. She thought standing naked in front of friends might sometimes do that to people. “You lost,” Britney said. “You don't have a choice.” “I'm not playing,” Emily repeated. “Then leave if you want, but your clothes stay here.” Britney waited to see what Emily's response was. Emily could have argued her point further, but she knew there was no use. “This is the last one,” she said. “No more after this.” “Of course not,” Britney said, smiling. 6 The Colt was only two blocks from Harry and Maddie's apartment, and tonight there would be a live show performed by Medini the Hypnotist. Harry wanted to go, but Maddie's mood almost made him want to just say fuck it and stay home. Maddie didn't believe in hypnotism, and that's why he thought she was being such a bitch (and since when did she need a reason, anyway?). They got to the restaurant and ordered. Harry hardly touched his. He was like a kid at his first trip to the circus: he couldn't wait for Medini to come out and perform. Of course, hypnotism wasn't the only trick he would perform; he was also an illusionist. “Can you honestly tell me that you wouldn't rather be at home in front of the tv with a cold beer?” she asked. That whiny quality of her voice had returned. “No, I can't, honestly.” “Well try lying, then.” After this last bit, Harry tuned her out completely. Medini came out unexpected; one minute there was nothing, and the next...poof! A ball of smoke appeared out of nowhere and faded, and there he was. After introducing himself, he said he would hypnotize someone for his first trick. Maddie had the nerve to stand up in front of all those people and say that he was a fake; that the whole thing was a setup, with someone in the audience acting out whatever he told them to. “Well, why don't you come on up and find out for yourself,” he said. Harry honestly didn't think she would do it, but she proved him wrong. She climbed up on the stage, flustered. “I take it you've never been hypnotized before? Don't worry, it doesn't hurt a bit.” She glared up at him and, following his direction, sat down and stared at the old-fashioned pocket watch as it swung back and forth. In a few moments, Medini asked her to stand up and she did so. Harry noticed she didn't look flustered anymore, and for a moment, he could hardly believe it himself; was she really hypnotized? “What is your full name?” “Madeline Ann Pritchett.” “Well, Miss Pritchett, tell me: have you ever shaved between your legs?” “No.” “Well, stand right over here,” Medini said, indicating a well-lit area to his immediate left, “and take your clothes off. Fold 'em up nice and neat, if you will.” Now Harry was in full disbelief. She was already down to her underwear when Medini said, “Hold up, stop for just a second. He turned toward the crowd and looked directly at Harry. “You don't have a problem with...” he twirled his finger, indicating the stage,” this right here, do ya? Because it's not too late for Miss Pritchett to keep at least a little bit of her dignity.” “Oh, no, go ahead,” Harry said. He was sincere, even more so than when he said 'I do'. “Okay, Miss Pritchett, take it all off, and don't forget to fold 'em up.” To his utter amazement, he watched as his young, better-than-thou wife stepped out of her panties on the stage. The crowd cheered softly, and there were a few whistles. Harry, along with the rest of the males in the audience, watched intently as she bent over to fold her clothes, which lay on a chair nearer the back of the stage. Her shirt fell to the floor, and when she bent over to retrieve it, Harry realized he could see everything. Medini himself watched her between occasional glances toward the crowd. “Quite a girl,” he said, smiling. That got a little laugh from the crowd. Turning back to her, he said, “Okay, now put your clothes down on the stage and sit down on the chair.” All of the men and some of the women watched her intently. Medini disappeared behind the stage for a moment, then returned with a razor, a can of shaving cream, and a pan of water. After he instructed her to spread her legs and shave herself, he turned back to the audience. “Now, who wants to be hypnotized? Do I have a volunteer from the audience?” No one volunteered. “Don't worry, I'm not gonna humiliate you. Well, not like her, at least.” Still, no one offered. “Okay, I guess you guys just wanna sit there and ogle the naked brunette, eh? I don't blame you. She's quite a looker. Tell you what, lemme just have one volunteer for a quick trick. You, the girl in the hot black dress, why don't you come up here for a minute?” The woman stood up, stopped midstep, then continued on up to the stage. Medini lifted her up. “Okay, now just stand there and focus on the watch.” She stared at it for a second, then broke away. “Mr...Medini, I...I don't want these people to see me naked. I--” “Don't worry, you don't got nothin' to worry about. Just one quick trick. Most of the audience will probably be looking at her anyway,” indicating Maddie. “Besides, I promise, you won't be naked here on this stage. Okay?” “Well...okay.” Medini set his watch in motion once more, as he said, most of the crowd was watching Maddie as she rinsed her freshly shaved pussy. When she was finally all clean, she stood up and waited for Medini to give her more orders, just as she had been told to do. When Medini had the new girl under his control, he ordered her to bark like a dog. She did so obediently. The few that were watching clapped. “Now, my good fellows, if you would be so kind as to direct your attention over here for a moment, I promise you won't be disappointed.” With that, he told the new girl to step out of her dress, and she did so. The dress she had been wearing didn't allow for a bra, so she stood there in nothing but her sheer panties. She was soon told to discard them as well, and did so obediently. “Now, didn't I tell you?” he said to his attentive listeners. She's almost as hot as Miss Smooth Shaved, isn't she? No, even hotter!” Turning back to her, he said, “Walk down the stage and back a few times so everybody can get a good look at you, dear.” The girl did, and Harry was pretty sure that, for the moment, not many people were looking at his wife, himself included. Medini looked at the audience. “What? I didn't lie. She's still wearing her earrings.” He stopped her after she had made three trips. After instructing her to put on her clothes, he woke her up. “See, there? I told you you had nothing to worry about, didn't I, dear?” He helped her off the stage, lowering her back down with one hand. Abruptly, he turned to Maddie. “Oh, that's right, I forgot to make them kiss,” he said, looking at his other victim. Most of the audience didn't know whether or not he was joking. For the rest of the show, Maddie was his personal assistant and volunteer. Nobody bothered guessing how he pulled off his illusions; they all had other things on their mind. The pretty girls that usually assisted illusionists couldn't even compare to this. At the end of the show, he had Maddie stand at the front of the stage, and he once again disappeared behind the curtain. He came back with a saucepan and a jar of milk. Setting it down behind her, he filled the pan full, and told her to lap it up like a cat. She did so happily, her butt sticking up in the air. With the spotlight on her, it left nothing to the imagination. When she finished, he apologized to the audience before telling her to get dressed again and waking her up. Maddie stood with a triumphant look on her face when Medini explained to her that he couldn't hypnotize her, but she was a bit puzzled when he said goodnight to everyone, and even more confused when she saw the time. Harry was thankful that Medini told her not to mind how her pubes had gotten shaved. In two weeks Medini was doing a show in some restaurant downtown. He thought he'd go, maybe even take Maddie. 7 Ashley and Kate had been playing the game for a full week now. Now it was Ashley's turn to guess who. Science class was where the game usually took place, and she walked carefully into the room and took her seat, looking all around. Last time she thought Erin had it, because he went so far as to look over and wink at her. Later she found out that Kate had put him up to it. The stakes were pretty high: if she didn't guess who held the remote, she would have to sleep with him (or her, as Kate told her this morning; all bets were off). She was hardly concerned with what Mr. Harad was saying; she was too busy looking around the room. Suddenly she straightened up in her chair; whoever had the remote had just pushed the button for the first time, for the vibrator in Ashley's pussy buzzed to life and almost made her moan outright. She looked around once again, the vibrator still giving her waves of pleasure. That ruled out at least five guys, unless they had the remote hidden away in their shoe. But what about girls? Ashley had never been with another girl, and had no desire to. She resolved to keep a closer eye on everyone. The vibrator stopped. Thank God. Ashley had almost came right in the middle of class. She just hoped she could fight it off again. The thought had crossed her mind that Kate herself was holding it this time, but Kate didn't seem like the lesbian type. Although...they were pretty close. Two guys had already winked at her (one of which she had already ruled out), and now a girl did the same and smiled. The vibrator buzzed to life inside her, and she once again sat straight up and suppressed a moan. Whoever it was had good timing; they had caught her off guard both times. “Is there a problem, Ashley?” Mr. Harad said, breaking away from his lecture. “No, sir,” she said, then, “Well, yes sir. May I go to the bathroom?” Harad sighed. “Alright, but hurry back. You don't need to miss the material I'm covering.” Ashley hurried out the door and down the hallway. The vibrator stopped again. She supposed it was out of range. She hurried into one of the stalls, still not deciding if she should climax or just try and cool off. Taking a few deep breaths, she decided to wash off at the faucet, then return to class. She stepped back in the classroom and, just as she was sitting down, the vibrator once again buzzed to life. This time a small moan did escape her lips. Mr. Harad looked at her. “Is there a problem?” “I...I'm just having a few...you know...cramps.” Mr. Harad continued with his lecture. Ashley wiggled around in her seat. The vibrator stopped once again, but this time it didn't stay still. Occasionally it would vibrate for a matter of seconds only to stop again and start right back up. When class was finally over (and Ashley was ready to come in her pants), she stood up to leave. Mr. Harad told her to sit back down for a minute. Customarily, whoever had the vibrator would tell the other person who they thought had the remote while they walked to their next class. Now, as it were, Kate walked up beside her and leaned over. “Who?” she said. “I have no idea, so I'll just say...Ryan Coolidge.” Kate smiled and shook her head, then started to leave. “Wait, who--” But Kate was gone. When everyone but Ashley had gone, Harad shut the door. “Ashley, come up here,” he said. She did so. “Ashley, you and I both know that it wasn't cramps that made you disturb my class. Now do you have a good explanation?” Ashley said nothing, only hung her head. “I didn't think so. You know the routine. Three licks.” Ashley bent over the front of his desk as directed. The first lick she thought kind of odd...and she realized why on the second. He wasn't using his paddle, but his bare hand. Not only that, but he let it linger on her tight jeans after he smacked her bottom. Someone had a real sense of humor, because right then, the vibrator buzzed once more. Harad came down a third time. The only reason she had decided not to say anything about Harad's groping hand was that she had a secret crush on him. And she would worry that he might feel the vibrations from between her legs, but now she had bigger problems... She grabbed onto the desk in one last attempt to stop from climaxing, but it was useless. Waves of pure pleasure pulsed through her young body, and she held on for dear life. She knew Harad would figure it out when he saw the wet spot on her jeans, but for a brief moment, she didn't care. Finally she collapsed onto the desk. Harad didn't say anything; he fished in his pocket, and put the little vibrator remote on the desk. “When Kate first told me about this, I was sure she was full of it,” he said. Ashley's mouth was still hung open from shock. She didn't even notice what he was doing until he had her pants (and panties) off her hips. She had to put a hand behind her to stop the vibrator from slipping out. He pulled her pants off over her shoes and walked around her desk. “You wanna fuck me here?” she said. She was almost glad. She was glad it was him and she wanted him now more than ever. “No, I just thought you might wanna wear some clean pants to last period.” With that, he pulled a clean pair of pants her size out of one of her desk drawers. “No panties, sorry. You, uh...you gonna wear that thing to last period?” he asked, indicating what she held behind her. She finally managed to wipe the shocked expression off her face and she smiled at him. “Maybe,” she said, and thrust her ass into the air so he could see her moving the vibrator in and out of her slick little hole. He turned red in the face. “Well...here, better get going,” he said, handing her the pants. “How'd you know what size to get,” she asked. “Kate told me.” “So...your place after school?” she asked. “That'd be great.” “Okay,” she said, stepping into her new pants and buttoning up. “See you then.” 8 Kim knew she was pretty, and sometimes she worked to show it off. On this particular evening, she wore a very short skirt, showing a lot of leg. It had turned cold, and that made her nipples stick straight out through her thin cotton shirt. She was a very adventurous girl, always trying new things. Nobody topped her at truth or dare. This evening, however, she found that she had taken things too far. It wasn't just cold, but windy too. Her skirt was of the pleated variety, and it often blew back and forth--twice, it had blown straight up. She wore a red thong, but had even taken that off and stuffed it in her purse. The wind gave a violent push and her skirt came up--not just a little, either. The waistband came up to the bottoms of her breasts. She gasped and looked around her--not a fake 'oopsie' gasp but a genuine one--and saw no one. She started to readjust her skirt, then hesitated. Then she readjusted it, but slowly. Kim lived near the river and often frequented the little swimming hole known as Break Point. In the summer it was usually crowded, but you didn't see too many people this time of year. There was only the occasional family picnic in the park area. There was no one here today, however, and she playfully slid her skirt down to her knees before sitting on the cold swing. She looked around mischievously. The skirt was now around one ankle, and the wind threatened to take it from her. She half buried it with some sand using her feet, and enjoyed swinging in the cold breeze. She stopped in a hurry when the wind finally did carry her skirt off. The wind carried it a little, threw it down, then picked it up again. Kim almost had a grip on it when it took off for the third time, and blew into the middle of the road, where it came to a stop. There was not one car coming, but two. Kim was already standing beside the road, in plain sight when the cars had come into view. She could run...or she could get her skirt back. In an instant she decided, and leaped toward the road. She instinctively turned away from them, and must have presented one hell of a view when she bent over. She realized this a few seconds too late. The cars were pretty close now. She could stay long enough to put on her skirt or she could show her naked ass as she ran away. The second option had sounded less embarrassing at the time, so she took it. --- Kim was an exhibitionist. She had pretty much known that. At night, when her parents and big brother were asleep, she would walk around the house naked. Make a sandwich, go to the bathroom...she had even grown accustomed to sitting in her dad's chair, or sprawling out on the couch, while watching tv in the living room at night. Once, someone actually had woken up. She almost freaked when she heard a door open. Luckily she was small, just small enough to squeeze under the couch. The rough wood hurt her hard nipples as she had done so, but it almost felt good. Footsteps came into the living room, and the tv clicked off. Then they moved to the bathroom, then back to bed. Kim lay under the couch, one hand between her legs. That had been fun--boy, hadn't it!--but it was nothing compared to her new experience. For the first time ever, she had been caught. She had been seen, and by a complete stranger. Actually, there had been at least two, and she would wager that there was more than one person in each car. In the shower that evening, Kim had the best orgasm she had ever had. And after everyone was asleep, she sat on the back porch and brought herself off twice. She would have to have more. Her need for it was awesome and horrible. After rinsing off, Kim returned to her room. She didn't put anything on until the next morning, but she wondered all night what she should wear to school the next day. 9 Every year, during summer vacation, Henry would take Stacy to the cabin by the lake, and every year they would end up hiking through the woods to the foot of the mountains and camp there for the night. Stacy was getting older now. Fourteen. Her interests had been slowly but surely changing, as was her body. Henry was only Stacy's stepdad, but he looked at her like his own. But of course he saw her body changing, and he knew what it meant: boys. He knew all too well the kind of boys Stacy's young, slender body would attract. Hadn't he been one himself, once upon a time? Henry knew the little girl that wanted him to read her bedtime stories was gone. He just wanted one more hiking trip before he lost her completely. This year she hadn't shown any interest at all at their annual trip. He talked about it, and when she would protest, he would wave it off with something like 'Aww, come on, it'll be fun!' He knew that if he were lucky enough to get her to go, it would be their last trip. ... It was light enough to see without a flashlight at their little campsite. Henry usually planned the trip to where they would be camping under a full moon, and this year was no exception. Henry was snoring away, seemingly loud enough to wake the dead. Stacy silently slipped out of her sleeping bag. Taking care not to step on any twigs, she snuck away from the little campsite. She wouldn't get lost, she knew. The moon was bright and she could tell what direction she was going because from here she could see the foot of the mountain. She walked a ways northward, coming up on a little stream that ran down from the mountain. Good, she thought. A place to wash off. Slipping out of her tight jeans (no panties today), she threw her shirt aside also. On her knees, she spread her legs apart and started masturbating furiously. She fantasized about Kyle. Kyle and his silk tongue that felt every bit as good in her pussy as it did in her mouth. She fantasized that Kyle was thinking of her right now and stroking his big, thick shaft. She hadn't actually seen his penis yet, but she and her girlfriends had watched many pornos together, giggling at first, of course, then... Stacy suddenly leaned forward, placing her free hand on the ground. Her other hand worked faster, and she felt the warm liquid stream down, wetting her hand, then her arm. The stream was colder than she had imagined. She only washed off briefly before getting back out and discovering that her clothes were gone. Hadn't they been right there, next to the big pine tree? No, she must be mistaken, because they weren't there. It's not like they just got up and walked off. She had searched for her clothes some thirty minutes when she heard something, maybe a twig snapping. It had come from the far side of the creek. She didn't dare call out to see if anyone would answer. It was usually very noisy out here in the summer, especially at night, but things seemed to have grown quiet. Suddenly Stacy was scared. Scared enough to abandon all hope of finding her clothes and return to camp naked, even though she knew she didn't have so much as a scrap of cloth to wear. It was better than finding out what had made the noise on the other side of the creek. Henry remained sound asleep, as he had been. She searched the supply bag in vain for something to cover herself with. She knew now that she would have to tell Henry; shit, she wouldn't have to tell him. Unless he had packed a sewing kit and was willing to cut up one of their sleeping bags, she would be hiking back to the cabin in nothing but her shoes. Sleep came hard knowing what would come in the morning, although she found the idea strangely exciting. She awoke to the smell of sausage. “Get up, sleepyhead,” Henry said. “Come on, let's eat so we can get back to the cabin. You've already overslept.” “Dad...there's something I've got to tell you,” she said, all thoughts of sleep vanishing. “Well tell me while you eat,” he said, flipping them with a fork. “No...dad...” she trailed off. How did you begin to tell such a thing as she had to tell? “Dad, what's the most embarrassing thing that's ever happened to you?” “One time, I went to school, and when I sat down in my seat I realized I was naked,” he said, and smiled. She shrugged. “No, seriously.” He stopped and looked up at her. “Well, I... I guess it was when I was in the fourth grade. I fell asleep at the desk because the teacher told us we could talk quietly among ourselves while she stepped out. A few boys thought it would be funny to put my hand in warm water to see if I would actually pee my pants.” They were both silent for a moment. “I kinda...umm...last night I lost my clothes in the woods.” He had went back to his sausage, poking them with the fork. Now he looked at her, and saw that she wasn't joking. “What the hell?” he said, half giggling, half serious. “I lost my clothes in the woods...” she said, trailing off. There was another silence, this one longer. “You're serious?” he said at last. She looked up at him. It was hard meeting him eye to eye, but she managed. “Well...I don't know what to tell you. I see you still got your shoes, at least,” he said, indicating her sneakers, which lay beside her. “You want some sausage?” They ate, Stacy half sitting up in her sleeping bag. When everything had been packed except for her sleeping bag, she reluctantly crawled out and slipped into her shoes. “You know, it's a bit heavy, but...you could always carry your sleeping bag over your shoulder. It would be better than nothing.” She hadn't thought of that. She tried it, though, and after a very short distance, she simply asked Henry to roll it up and strap it onto his pack. It had been a little heavy, yes, but with the humid heat they were in, she would rather do without. Despite the heat, Stacy's arms remained folded in front of her for a long while, even though she walked behind Henry. After a while, she gave that up too. Why had she been out in the woods masturbating, anyway? Stupid. She could have at least waited one night, until they got back to the cabin. “Read any good books lately?” Henry asked. It had become sort of a joke between them. Henry would say it whenever he couldn't think of anything else to say, and soon she had started saying it. After another long silence, Stacy said, “I was just washing off in the stream.” “I don't wanna know,” he said. “None of my business.” “So you're not mad at me?” “Mad at you!” he exclaimed, and, perhaps forgetting her condition, he turned around and looked at her. Instinctively she covered her breasts and, almost immediately after, he turned his head away and at the same time put a hand up as if to shield his eyes. “Why would I be mad at you? Whatever you were doing was your own business.” He resumed walking. “So...what are you saying?” “I'm just saying it was your business and not mine. It's not like you did anything bad, right?” They walked on for a while. Pretty soon they stopped for lunch. Henry brought out two ziplock bags that contained their ham and cheese sandwiches. Henry, having concern for Stacy, sat facing away from her while they ate. “So what did you mean it was my business? You don't care that I'm out here naked?” “Well, there's not really anybody here to see you except me. I mean, it's not like you're standing in the middle of a busy street, or anything. And it wasn't even on purpose. You just lost your clothes. It's not like you were doing anything wrong. What could you possibly have done?” Henry didn't see her face go red. She knew that's not what he meant, but his statement simply reminded her of what she had been doing out there. And how could he not know, unless he really believed she had been bathing? After eating, they reluctantly started back. Stacy turned Henry's words over in her mind. Henry didn't care that she was naked? Did that mean he didn't care if she walked around the house naked? The idea itself turned her on. She came up with a plan. Well, it wasn't really a plan; more like an experiment. She moved faster, passing by Henry easily. He said nothing. She continued her quick pace until she was well ahead of him, then stopped and waited. Finally he caught up to her. She stood there waiting, intentionally not covering herself. “Slowpoke,” she said, and stuck out her tongue. “Well, I see you've gotten over your shyness,” he said. After a pause, he added: “If you think I'm so slow, why don't you carry a few things?” “You want me to?” she offered. “No, no, I got it.” He had regretted saying it the moment it was out of his mouth. Her carry something? What, and risk her covering up that beautiful ass, just when she had taken to walking in front of him? Nuh-uh. They walked on, Stacy occasionally glancing behind her as if to make sure Henry was still there. Something on the ground had caught her eye, and she bent over to pick it up. Henry was more than happy with what he saw in front of him. All too soon, she straightened up. Turning around, Stacy showed him a large acorn. “What do you call the kind of tree that these grow on?” “Umm,” he said, moving closer. Earlier he had gotten a brief glimpse of the neatly trimmed pubic hair in the shape of a V, but now he had a full view. “It's some kind of oak, I'm sure, but I couldn't tell you the exact name.” “Oh, cool.” She threw it aside and continued on. It was near dark before they reached the cabin. They were both tired and sweaty, but Henry wished it could have lasted at least a little bit longer. He asked Stacy if she would help him put the gear away. When that was done, she started up the stairs. “Wanna help me with dinner?” he asked. She stopped mid-step. “We're not gonna shower first?” He knew she hadn't meant it in that way (or had she?), but his cock stirred at the mere thought of it. “Well, if you want to.” She smiled. “No, let's go ahead and eat.” She bounced down the stairs and into the kitchen. Looked like it would be a little longer, at least, before she covered up that beautiful body. He hadn't dared say anything while they put the equipment away, but now Henry just had to ask. “I thought you were eager to get back to a clean set of clothes.” “I...thought you didn't mind.” “Well, before, you couldn't get to any clothes, and I...I mean, no, I don't mind. I was just, you know, wondering.” “Oh, well I can put some clothes on if you want, but since it's just you and me here, I didn't think you'd mind. Besides, no point in messing up a clean suit of clothes before I get a shower.” Henry flipped the hamburgers over while Stacy cut up the cheese. When they were done with dinner (Henry was very thankful that the kitchen table was made of glass), he helped her with the dishes. Stacy ran up the stairs and showered. When she came out, Henry was disappointed to see that she had slipped into her pjs. After showering himself, he went to bed, his mind on the more intricate details of his stepdaughter's body. 10 It had been three weeks since Dan first noticed that he had a direct view of Vicky's room from his window. With binoculars, he could see most of what went on in there, provided she didn't shut the curtains, which she never did. Vicky was his next door neighbor and classmate. She was also one of the hottest girls in school, and one of the shiest. But Dan had a view that nobody else did. He wondered what his friends would think if they knew she liked to dance around in her 'barely there' underwear. Dan was already up in his room and waiting when Vicky walked into hers and dropped her bookbag on the floor. Today had been a long day but now she was home, finally home, and immediately took her shirt off, followed by her jeans. She didn't dare look toward the window, at the risk of scaring Dan off, if he was watching. She desperately hoped he was watching. Since she had caught him watching her, she had taken to stripping down to her underwear and, occasionally, dancing around the room. Afterwards, she would masturbate furiously in the shower. Jokingly, she dared herself to masturbate on her bed so Dan could see. She wondered if he was watching right now, but didn't dare look. She wondered if he knew she knew she was being watched. Dan was watching, very intensely, as she slid those tight jeans off her butt. He prayed and prayed for the day when she would slide those jeans off her hips and they would drag her panties down with them. What a view that would be! She strutted around the room and stopped in front of her mirror. To his amazement and utter delight, she unsnapped her bra and tossed it aside, giving him his first view of her naked breasts. The panties followed, and he watched with something close to hunger. Vicky stood in front of the mirror for a moment, posing for herself (or so he thought). Then she lay down on the bed. Her hands moved across her body, toying with her nipples, moving downward, downward. Her legs spread wide. He didn't have a direct view, but he definitely knew what she was doing. He wished for a better view. It must have been his lucky day, because at that moment, she jumped up (her tits jiggling quite nicely) and bent over on the edge of the bed, her bare bottom and pussy lips perfectly visible. She spread her legs and moved her hand down under her belly, lower, until her fingers found what they were looking for. A finger slid in easily, then a second. She was already wet. She had intended to take her time, but she was already excited. She wanted to milk this for all it was worth, so she went slow. She usually masturbated every other day, but it had been four days, and she couldn't wait to taste the sweet ecstacy of her climax. This time, though...this time would be much bigger. This time she performed for an audience. She wondered if Dan would say anything to her about it. Surely not, she thought. What, he'd just walk up to her at school tomorrow and say, 'Hey, saw you masturbating in your room yesterday. Pretty sweet,'. Oh, how she longed to feel his cock inside her. That thought excited her even more, and she knew she couldn't hold out. She had meant to change positions before she came, but it was too late for that. Her fingers worked furiously and her juices poured out of her, down her hand, down the side of her bed. She would wash the quilt later; right now she couldn't care less. She collapsed onto the bed, her hand sticking out from between her legs, her pussy lips glistening with her own fluids. Dan would have given a lot to be with her right then. Maybe not his soul, but a whole damn lot. Just one caress of that sweet, baby-soft ass...and those lips... She stood up and, to his amazement, walked over to the window and waved at him. Then the curtains closed. 11 The night was warm and dry. The coach had probably moved the game to seven thirty because it was so damn hot during the day. Even now it was hot enough to make her break a sweat. “Hi,” a guy said. “Your first game?” “No, actually, I've been to so many I lost count.” “And you're with the home team?” “Yeah. Jane. Kyle's mom” “Carl. Nick's dad. I'm surprised I haven't seen you before. You come to a lot of games?” “Most of them, yeah.” “Oh. I just, I thought I would remember someone as pretty as you.” She smiled, then held up her hand, showing off her wedding band. “Oh. Sorry. Not sorry that you're married, of course—well, I am, but—I'm sorry, can we start over? Hi, I'm Carl, sorry about the cheesy pickup line,” he said, holding out his hand. She smiled and took his hand in hers. “Jane. It's a pleasure to meet you, Carl.” “Likewise.” They sat, talking for a while. Carl was a really funny guy, and cute to boot. If she wasn't married...oh, if she wasn't married... “I'm gonna go get a pepsi or something. You want anything?” “Yeah, I could use a drink.” “Okay. What'll it be?” “You know what? I don't know. I think I'll walk with you if you don't mind.” “Okay.” They walked behind the metal bleechers. Carl put his arm around her and felt her tense against his touch. She stopped mid-step. “Oh. Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to--” Without warning, she leaned forward and grabbed his head, their mouths coming together, their tongues locking. They moved up under the bleechers, still locked together. Carl broke the kiss. “You sure we should be doing this?” he said. “No,” she said, looking at the ground and back up at him. she kissed him again, her tongue on his. His hand undid the button of her jeans and reached inside, caressing her pussy through thin panties. She dared let out a soft moan. “No, not here,” she said. “No one will see.” “But what if--” “No one will see,” he repeated, his eyes on hers. Her eyes showed fear, then mischief with a touch of worry. It looked sexy on her. “Okay." He kissed her neck, then moved down and lifted her shirt up enough to get his head under it. He kissed her belly, running his hands up under the cups of her bra, caressing her nipples with his fingertips. Then he moved down, kissing her flesh as he went. He pulled her jeans and panties down together, revealing a bush of light brown hair and, underneath, soft pink pussy lips. He kissed her there, then again. Then he ran his tongue along her slit, barely touching her sensitive flesh. Soon he was tongue-fucking her. It was all she could do to keep from moaning with obvious pleasure. “Stop. Carl, stop,” she said in a quiet but urgent tone. She pushed his head away. “What?” he said. “I want to feel you inside me. Please?” “Anything for a lady,” he said, smiling. She stepped out of her pants and lay them aside, then turned and put her hands against the wall of the bleechers for support. She felt him grab her hips, and for the moment was too excited to worry about who might see. In fact, the thought of getting caught only turned her on more. She waited impatiently to feel his cock inside her. He guided her legs, spreading them apart. Unzipping his pants, he took his cock in his hand and guided it to her waiting cunt. He teased her, running his head up and down her slit while she begged him to fuck her. Slowly, he slid into her, pulling her hips toward him as he did so. This woman was quite a find. Her perfect legs led up to an incredible ass. Carl couldn't believe he had gotten her pants off behind the bleechers. He just hoped she didn't regret it later. He hoped she didn't regret him later. Now he was thrusting into her gently. She moaned in agreement and thrust her ass toward him. He noticed her breath had hastened even while his tongue was buried in her, and now her orgasm wasn't far off at all. He wondered if she would be able to keep quiet when it finally hit her. He would soon find out. Jane was breathing hard now. He thrust a little harder and she reacted immediately, clapping one hand over her mouth and still managing a few small squeaks. Carl pulled out of her suddenly, and she felt his hot juices hit her leg, and her bare butt. The third shot traveled straight up her crack. She felt it run down over her asshole. She would kill him for it later, but right now it didn't bother her at all. “Oh my God, Carl,” she whispered, massaging her own pussy as her orgasm subsided. “Carl, you're the be--” But she didn't finish, because Carl was gone. She stood there for a moment, half bewildered. Before she got dressed, she would have to clean up a bit...but how? She wiped the come off her leg with her bare hand, rubbing it between her fingers to feel it's stickiness. It always fascinated her. She looked at it a moment, then wiped it off on the wall of the bleechers. She wiped her ass off as best she could, then squatted down and reached far between her legs. She started at the top of the crack of her ass and wiped downward. Despite her anger at Carl for leaving her in this predicament, she already wanted to feel him inside her again. But tonight had been a huge mistake, and she knew it. It was best that she never saw him again. But if she did... After some searching, she realized her panties were gone. So he was a thief, too? It didn't matter. He had probably wanted a souvenir. The next time they met, she would fuck him until he couldn't stand up straight. Just then a horrible thought occurred to her: Carl had effortlessly snatched up her panties. He could have just as easily taken her pants as well. And what if he had done just that? What would she have done then? She didn't know, but she was glad that her pants were now safely back on her hips. She had to get to the ladies' room and clean up; it was a hot night, and she was sweating like crazy. 12 Billy had just transferred from LSU to Florida State. After dislocating his elbow and shattering both bones in his right arm, he was pretty much useless on the field. He hadn't lost his scholarship, but had been given the option to transfer. He opted for the campus that wasn't seven hundred miles from home. He met Karen on his second day, and she invited him to a frat party, saying they would let him in if he was with her, even though neither one of them were members. He couldn't believe his own luck, getting a date with a girl as hot as Karen. Her scent was intoxicating, and her tight jeans displayed her curves very well as she sauntered away. The party was at eight, and she was waiting outside when he walked up. “Hey stud. I missed you today.” “I missed you, too.” “Wanna go in and have some fun?” “Sure,” he said. They walked hand in hand, and the guys at the door stopped them. “Hold on there, sweetheart. You can go in, but he can't.” “Why not?” she said in her innocent voice. “Because he's not a member.” “And you can't make an exception for me? Just this once?” “Well, maybe if you...” He made an obscene gesture, holding his hand in front of him and jacking back and forth. “I don't think so...but what if we sign up for an event? Like armwrestling?” “What, you're--” “Sure. Billy's gonna win, anyway.” “Don't count on it.” “Karen, I don't think--” Billy said. “Well it's a good thing armwrestling doesn't require thinking. Come on.” “But I--” “Come on,” she repeated, pulling him inside. “Karen, tell me you didn't just bet that I'd beat somebody at armwrestling.” “What if I did?” “Then you're probably gonna be--” Disappointed was what he meant to say. Just then a large guy walked up to them. “Hey. You in the armwrestling competition?” Karen nodded. He smiled. “Good. Finally found somebody dumb enough to go up against me. You the girl?” “Yep,” Karen said, looking him over and for the first time not feeling so confident. The guy's smile broadened. “Good. What's his name?” “Billy,” Billy said. “Then come on, Billy. In the main room.” Billy and Karen followed. Following the big guy's lead, Billy sat down at a small table in one corner. The room grew quiet. Billy put his left hand forward. “Hey, this is a right-hand game.” “Come on, man, I hurt my right arm playing football. Let's see if you can beat me with your left arm.” He laughed. “Hey, okay, left it is, as long as you promise not to say that again.” Billy thought for a moment about what he had said, then laughed himself. “Ready?” the big guy said, putting his left arm on the table. “Yeah,” Billy said. He hoped Karen wasn't too disappointed when he lost...and from what was said, he really wondered what was going on. “Go!” a third guy said. The big guy got him halfway down right from the start. Billy held him there and managed to push him back up briefly, then his arm went down and he felt his knuckles touch the table. “Blake wins!” the third guy said. The guys watching cheered. Billy walked back over to Karen. “Sorry, I tried to tell you--” She walked away from him, completely ignoring him, he thought. She stood in the middle of the room. Someone put on some fast music and she started dancing. No way, he thought. Her shirt came off and she threw it aside. Her nipples were clearly visible through her lacy top, and she rubbed them while she danced. Billy wondered if she would be mad at him for losing. Almost as if she had picked up on this, she looked directly at him, pointed and smiled, then moved her hand down her flat belly, down inside the front of her pants. She danced for a while longer before unzipping her pants and sliding them off her hips. The pink panties underneath were a bit small, and hugged her body nicely. They were also a bit transparent, but they didn't give her camel toe. He wondered if she hadn't planned on him losing all along. Her bra followed. She caressed her body as she danced, stopping more than once to tease her nipples. They were erect, Billy noticed, and he also saw that the front of her panties now had a damp spot. It wasn't long before she stepped out of them, too, leaving her completely naked for her audience. As Billy had guessed when she had first taken her pants off, her pussy had been shaved clean. She danced a while yet, occasionally running a finger down her wet slit. Once she even slipped a finger inside and then pulled it out provocatively and slid it in her mouth. Then she got on her knees, spread her legs and started masturbating. Billy looked at her, amazed. He didn't know how far she would be going with this, but he never guessed she would go that far. He didn't feel the need to complain, though. Now she thrust two fingers inside herself, moaning theatrically...or maybe not. She was certainly wet. Maybe it wasn't an act. Either way, it was a beautiful sight. In Billy's experience, the only thing better than watching a girl get herself off was having her on top of you. And there was a chance for that too... Karen lay down on the carpet, spreading her legs wide. The crowd offered a cheer of approval. She lay there, her eyes closed, a wide smile on her face. Her own juices flowed down her inner thighs. She forced her fingers as far as they would go, gasping and moaning. When her orgasm subsided, she sat up, her legs still spread. Her audience cheered. She stood up and walked over to Billy. “Whoa,” she said. “That was fun.” “It certainly was,” he said, still staring at her in half disbelief. “I'm gonna go to the bathroom and wash up a bit. Wait right here, kay?” “Sure.” She looked around for a moment, half confused. “Where's my clothes?” she said to no one in particular. No one answered. She looked at Billy and sighed. “Be right back.” Many watched her but, surprisingly, no one tried to grab her. Billy watched her walk down the hall and disappear into a doorway on the right. He waited patiently. She reappeared moments later. “You didn't drive out here, did you?” “No. Why?” “Oh, no reason. I seemed to have misplaced my clothes, is all.” “Where do you stay?” “A small frat house, about a mile down the road. Wanna walk me home?” “Sure,” he said, and smiled. It was cool outside, the wind blowing gently. Karen didn't ask for his shirt, but he took it off and handed it to her anyway. Lucky for him, it came down just to the beginning of her hips. She kissed him when they got to her door. “You're not gonna invite me in?” he said. “No...I think you've had enough of me today. Maybe you can have some more tomorrow.” She pulled his shirt off and handed it to him. “Will you be wearing that outfit?” he said. She smiled. “Maybe.” 13 Ayami was tall and slender, baby smooth skin with a light tan. Her shiny black hair was ponytailed in the back, bouncing along with her breasts in a tight tank top. Her cutoff shorts left only a thin strap of material between her legs, small enough to tell that her panties were white. She was a sixteen-year-old sex machine. Harold had been watching her every spare minute of the day. His wife either hadn't noticed or didn't care. Ayami was an exchange student from Kyoto. Harold had offered free boarding and meals, not knowing what he would get in return. Now he was glad he had signed up for this. If Hannah hadn't noticed him eyeing the young girl, she had certainly noticed a change in their sex life: Harold wanted her every night, sometimes twice. Yesterday had been particularly exciting. It had happened completely by accident. Harold had been pulling up weeds and transplanting a few hyacinths and petunias. He came in and, not giving it a second thought, threw the bathroom door open in an attempt to wash his face and freshen up a bit. There in front of him stood a very beautiful, very naked Ayami. She looked up at him innocently, making no attempt to cover herself. Harold searched for words, any words, but found none. Instead he stepped backward out of the bathroom and shut the door. The image of the naked seventeen-year-old sex machine stood in his mind. Her breasts had been full, round, perfect, made for his hands. Her lips had been perfectly visible; she had shaved her pubic hair off clean. She had turned slightly when he had opened the door, and the curves of her legs, of her ass cheeks, were smooth and intoxicating. One other thing about her that wouldn't leave him alone. Ayami had been pale when she had first gotten here. Now she was tan, and Harold couldn't recall seeing a single tan line on her young, vibrant body. The implications put a smile on his face. Now Harold took the tea off the hot stove eye and grabbed the empty pitcher. He nearly dropped it when Ayami walked into the room. She was naked from head to toe, no tan lines, no clothes to hinder his view. She held a towel in her hands, working it through her hair. “Afternoon, Mr. Petrie.” Harold searched for words again, found none, let his eyes wander over her as she opened the refrigerator, bent forward slightly, then moved to the kitchen table. “U-um, Ayami?” “Yes?” Her English was flawless. “Why, ah...why are you, umm...” he pointed at her, waving his finger, indicating her body. “Oh. Well, I know you Americans are shy and all about nudity, but I figured it didn't matter much since you saw me the other day. Does my nudity bother you?” “Umm, no, of course not. But Mrs. Petrie might not like it at all, so...” “Oh. Mrs. Petrie is visiting her sister today. She won't be back until late this evening. Look, I can tell this makes you uncomfortable--” “No, no, not at all.” Now words came fast. “No, really, it's no problem. Nobody but you and me here, if you don't have a problem with it I'm fine.” She waited, pausing for effect. “Okay, if you're sure.” She sipped on a glass of kool-ade. Harold felt awkward staring at her, especially since he could think of nothing else to say. He put the pitcher down and poured the tea over into it, mixed in the sugar (this he did at the kitchen table so he could ogle her), and filled it the rest of the way with water. That done, he set it in the refrigerator and sat down at the table. “So, ah...” he was desperate for something to say. “So what time did Hannah say she would be back?” “She didn't. She just said she'd be late, so you shouldn't wait up.” “Oh.” That was good. Plenty of time to ogle the naked asian. Her curves were every bit as sweet as he'd imagined. “I noticed you have a basketball goal behind the shed.” Harold almost had to shake himself to bring himself back to reality. “Oh, yeah, that's been up a while.” “If you're not too busy, maybe you could teach me how to play?” “Sure,” Harold said. He was kinda disappointed, but basketball was a contact sport, so this had its plusses too. He regretted leaving her, but he had to find a basketball if they were to play. And no doubt he would have to find the air pump to air it up. Still, he should have sat there a moment or two longer. Just to watch her walk out of the room. It would have been worth it. There were two old basketballs in the shed, but they were both flat. He had no trouble finding the air pump, and the first one stayed firm. Harold wondered if she would say anything about his hard-on. It might scare the poor girl, he thought, but to feel her pressing up against him, it would be worth it. He dribbled the ball a few times, shot, missed, shot again and got nothing but net. “Pretty good,” Ayami said from behind him. “Out of practice,” he returned, looking back. She had brushed her hair and put on her tennis shoes that he had bought her, but that was all. From her head down to her ankles, she was still nude. “Out of uniform,” he mumbled. “Hmmm?” “Nothing,” he said. “You know any of the rules?” “Only that getting the ball in the net is a good thing.” He explained the basic rules, two- and three-pointers, and the like, but found it hard to keep eye contact. He hoped she either didn't notice or didn't mind. “Okay,” she said. “You think you could show me how to shoot?” “Sure,” he said. He passed her the ball. “Go ahead and bounce it off the backboard a couple of times.” She did, and both shots went in. “Good! Now move back a little and try again.” She missed the first shot. “Can you help me?” “You're doing great,” he said. “No, I mean can you come here?” Harold walked over to her. “Stand behind me, and show me how to hold the ball.” He got behind her, but was afraid that she would feel his hard-on and get scared. She moved back against him, surprising him, but she didn't act like anything was wrong. Her ass was poking against him. He could smell her now, and she smelled like a perfectly fuckable young woman, smelled like sex any way she wanted it. His left hand rested on her breast. It was soft, baby smooth. His heart nearly leapt out of his chest when he realized what he had just done. “Sorry,” he said, stepping back. “For what?” she said. He looked up at her and her face showed more actual concern than coyness. For the first time, he thought this girl might really be clueless. “Oh, well, it's just...most people think it's inappropriate to touch like that unless you're married, or unless you're a couple, you know.” “Oh. Well, I could put some clothes on if you like, but I thought you were enjoying it.” “No, no, I'm fine,” he said. “It's just, well, my wife wouldn't appreciate it one bit.” Her face showed understanding, then she smiled. “Oh, I get it. But your wife's not here. What's the harm if she doesn't find out?” She moved closer, put her arms around him, placed one of his own hands on her butt. “See? Nothing to be afraid of.” He resisted for a moment, leaning away from her. Then he let out a nervous laugh. “You're right, I guess. It's just that I've never met anyone so open with their body.” “Well, now that I know you're not afraid of me, how about you show me how to shoot a basketball?” Basketball with Ayami was a lot of fun. She pretended to ignore his boner and he got to put his hands all over her body. Her skin was so tan and vibrant. Her butt was soft and round, and yet so firm. Her breasts bounced as she jumped around, which she did often, like a cheerleader. Ayami was a very slender and athletic girl, and she felt confident enough that she challenged Harold to a game. The game was one point a shot, to ten points. The stakes were that if Ayami won, Harold would also have to get nude, and if Harold won...Ayami promised he would get something nice. Ayami was agile and quick, but still an amateur at basketball. Despite the distractions and the frequent skin contact, Harold still won, six to ten. It had warmed up outside and they were both sweating. Harold had never been more turned on in his life. He was panting from the heat, both outer and inner. He watched as she bounded across the yard, her perfect ass making his hard-on ache. She disappeared inside the door, then reappeared just as quickly, holding something in her hand. That something turned out to be a dildo, and before she reached the relative safety of the back of the shed, she stopped and got on her knees, spreading them. Harold heard a car speed by and hoped whoever it was hadn't been looking in their direction. 'What if Hannah comes home?' he thought. But at that moment he didn't care. Ayami had slid the big rubber shaft inside her, and was thrusting it now, moaning and moving her hips with the motion. He thought he might cream his pants, but he didn't care about that, either. All his attention went to the girl masturbating in his yard. Two more cars went by, but they didn't honk, they didn't slow down. They would have to be looking for something out in this direction to see her, anyway, he realized. But still, she was so open that she would masturbate in front of him? That she would do it outside, where others might see? This young, sweet little girl? Sweat was coursing down her body. She worked the plastic dick inside her, putting real effort into it, getting real pleasure out of it. He could tell she was enjoying it. It was better than any porno that he had ever seen. Her gentle moans turned into sharp squeaks. Soon she dropped the dildo, and spread her lips with one hand while rubbing her clit frantically with the other. Liquid poured out from between her legs. It almost looked like she was peeing, but Harold knew better. She was coming. He nearly came, himself, at the sight of it. She collapsed backward onto her ass. She sat there, breathless, her hands propped on the ground between her legs. Her whole body was covered in sweat. Harold helped her up (and gently brushed off her bare ass, what would any other gentleman do?). They walked toward the house together. She didn't say a word, only went into the bathroom and cut on the shower. The curtain was clear, and she had left the door wide open. Though she hadn't invited him, he stood in the doorway and watched her. The water highlighted her beautiful skin. She pulled the curtain back and dried off, unashamed. Harold watched as she ditched her towel and brushed through her hair briefly. “Wanna give me a few more basketball tips before I cook us some dinner?” “S-sure.” “Okay, let's go.” 14 “But Alex, I can't--” Liz protested, but Alex cut her off. “Then you're messing everything up for all of us. Look, you don't have to do anything but be there, okay? No flips, no kicks, just walk out onto the field at halftime. Me and the girls'll go through the routine, but instead of you standing on top of the pyramid, it'll be Jane. I'll be second from the top, and we'll get a junior to take my place on bottom.” “But I can't--” “Unless you hold your skirt up, no one will ever know.” Liz offered a final, pleading glance. Alex didn't give in. “If anything goes wrong...anything at all...I'm blaming you. You're responsible, got that?” “Don't worry,” Alex said. “But don't you dare chicken out on me. If you do, me and the rest of the cheerleaders'll strip you naked on the bus to Atlanta.” Alex darted for the door. “Same to you if anything goes wrong out there!” Liz yelled after her. She hoped nothing went wrong... There was a surprisingly big crowd out at the Thomasville game. She would have felt a little better if this was an away game, but no luck there. This was all in front of the bleachers, on the football field at the school that she knew so well. This was in front of all her friends and enemies. The wind gave an encouraging gust that almost lifted the back of her skirt. Nobody was around to see, but it still made her go back into the locker room. But Alex hadn't been kidding about the bus ride to Atlanta. Alex's very own dad drove the bus for away games, and some pretty crazy stuff went on. Yes, her fear of being stripped naked in front of the football team and having to stay naked until they got back to Newton was a very real and very justified fear. That fear urged her on, and she found herself walking out onto the football field, walking, not running. The wind blew lightly between her legs, teasing her. She knew why Alex wanted her out on the field. Not only was Liz the head cheerleader, but she was the girl that Alex looked up to. Alex couldn't perform her best without Liz. It wasn't a bi-curious thing; Liz was straight and Alex knew it. It was more like a best friend thing. Tasha, a fellow cheerleader, was running toward her. “Kneel!” she said. Liz quickly dropped to her knees, her fingers laced together. Her hands also held her skirt down; she just hoped she hadn't knelt fast enough to show the people behind her what she wasn't wearing under her skirt. Tasha stepped into her hands and she thrust the girl upward with all her strength. Tasha went high and cut a double flip in the air before coming to rest on solid ground. The crowd cheered. For Tasha, she hoped. The cheerleaders went through their normal routine, minus Liz. Instead, Liz waved to the crowd and allowed a few small stationary bounces. She had to look like a cheerleader, after all. The two middle girls jumped down, leaving Jane to fall into the others' arms. They caught her, all right, but for a moment Liz thought that, because of the junior cheerleader, they had almost fallen down and failed to catch her. There was a loud cheer from the audience, followed by some booing and even more snickers. Liz's first thought was that her skirt had bounced too high and she had shown off too much. She would never live this down-- Her skirt hadn't bounced too high, but it was puddled around her ankles. The first wave of panic hit her. First she tried to bend over and retrieve her skirt, missed, then simultaneously tried again and took off running. She fell over, her skirt flying from her ankles. She got up. She couldn't worry about her skirt; She couldn't find it. So she took off, racing toward the end of the football field in nothing but her cheerleader top, which didn't quite cover her belly button, and the ribbon in her hair. Nobody had followed her, but there were two guys and a girl a few yards away, eyeing her as she tried the locker room door. It was locked. That's when she felt her second wave of panic. “Whoooo! Go get 'em, Lizzy!” the girl called. Liz recognized the voice at once: Marcy. Marcy had a reputation among the guys as being easy, and a reputation among the girls as being a bitch. Now a third wave of panic struck as Marcy pulled out her phone and held it in front of her. It flashed. Liz was too stunned to react. The second flash made her back against the wall and cover herself as best she could with one hand. “Stop it, Marcy!” she yelled, but there was little threat and more fear in her voice. Marcy had gotten close now, and had no intention of stopping. The camera flashed and flashed. Liz gathered her courage, then lunged forward and pushed Marcy with all her might. Marcy stumbled to the ground. Liz, very aware of the two boys watching her, grabbed the camera. “Bitch!” she yelled, no longer caring whose attention she might draw. Liz thumbed the buttons, not even paying much attention to what she was doing. She was frantic now, and didn't see Marcy jump up. “Bitch!” Marcy yelled back, and snatched Liz's shirt upward. It went over her head and as far as her elbows, pinning her arms. Marcy snatched her phone away from Liz, then liberated her of her shirt. Now Liz stood in front of Marcy and the two boys, naked except for the blue ribbon in her hair. Her first instinct was to cover her breasts, but before she could even do that, Marcy was clicking away. Four more people came around the corner of the cafeteria building and stopped when they saw the naked girl. One of them was the cheerleader that had filled the empty spot at halftime. The girl put her hand over her mouth to stifle a giggle. More people came around the building. A small crowd was gathering. Everybody was gawking. Nobody was doing a thing about Marcy the photographer. Liz did the only thing she could do: she ran. Where was she going? The street? More than likely, just around the main building to hide her nakedness from the crowd. And then what? She didn't know. As it happened, she ran around the corner and right into someone. She fell to the ground, looked up and saw the Mr. Escot, the vice principal, and Mr. Mackey, her math teacher. Suddenly she realized that her legs were spread open slightly, and since she was still in a well-lit area, she figured there wasn't anything that could possibly make tonight any worse, short of a camera crew from Fox News showing up. She shut her legs and tried to get up. Mr. Escot offered a hand, and he was helping her up when Marcy rounded the corner. The camera flashed once, twice. “I'll take that,” Mr. Escot said, holding out his hand. Marcy hesitated for a moment, then took off running. Liz begged Mr. Escot to unlock the locker room doors, and he sent Mr. Mackey around the building. Wrapping his own coat around her, Mr. Escot led her to the locker room. They rounded the corner just as five students did the same heading in the opposite direction, and Liz fell backward once again, her legs parting slightly. She recovered quicker this time, but not before a flash caught her pose. Mr. Escot was also knocked down, but he was up and telling the students to get back if they didn't want to be expelled. She was up again, once more clutching the coat that covered not quite half of her ass. Once she was safely inside the locker room, she peeked around the corners to make sure no one (especially Marcy) was there. It was clear. Marcy's time would come, oh hell yes it would, but in the meantime, Alex was to accept responsibility for this. It was safe to say that Alex had more than just a naked bus ride coming her way. She got to her locker and tried to recall the combination. She thought she had had it down, but she guessed now that she had been wrong. She froze as she turned it over. She had been confident enough to tear the sticker off of it. Great, she thought. Just great. 15 The entire class of 8a of Jackson High School held its breath and fixed its many eager eyes on Beth Maringer. The girl now regretted all of her gloating about her old school, Winston Hills High, and their football team, which had won the high school state finals last year and made sure everyone knew they intended to continue the tradition. Had they beaten Jackson High, Beth would still be smiling and enjoying the humiliation of the six big-talking boys as they jacked off in front of the entire class. As it were, Jackson had won, and now she was heading toward the front of the class. The entire class had witnessed the deal, and if she didn't hold up to her end, she would be stripped and handcuffed to the flagpole outside while one of the boys pulled the fire alarm. Mr. Karn was a cool guy. He let the kids get away with anything short of rape and murder. He had been present when Beth had made the bet with the boys, and asked her if she was sure she wanted to agree to such a thing. She had replied with arrogance, saying that it wouldn't matter anyway because Winston Hills High was unstoppable this year. Mr. Karn said okay and went on with their lesson. The next morning everyone's eyes were on her. She had a red face when she walked in the door. Mr. Karn had an assignment written on the board. He stood up and said, “This is a big assignment, class, covering sections two and three in chapter five. I'll give you this period to work on it, and what you don't finish here, you can take home with you.” He looked at Beth. “I've got some papers that need copying, so you'll be alone most of this period. I expect you kids won't get too loud?” The class acquiesced. Beth just looked at the floor, her face burning. It was small consolation that Mr. Karn wouldn't be in attendance. Now she stood looking at the class, her butt resting lightly on the edge of the desk. Someone made a comment about how tight her jeans were, and that she might be more comfortable if she took them off. It somehow made it worse that the person who said this was a girl. She reached for the hem of her shirt, but couldn't bring herself to pull it up. One of the boys made some snide comment about the flagpole out front, and that got her moving. She had medium breasts with good shape, covered only by her cotton bra. The boys kept their cheers to a minimum, not wanting to bring Mr. Bryant from across the hall. Her jeans came off next, and everyone stared as she peeled them off her hips. Her panties were plain white cotton, but not too modest. Her fingers fumbled nervously with the back hooks of her bra. Finally she unhooked it, and slid the shoulder straps off her arms. She immediately folded her arms over her breasts. It had taken all of her courage to drop her bra. She knew she wouldn't be able to take her panties off. “Who has the handcuffs?” one girl asks. This gets her moving again, and finally her arms uncover her chest and her thumbs hook into the waistband of her small panties. Slowly, a small, trim line of pubic hair appears, then her panties fall to her ankles. The class applauds her without too much noise, and Beth tries to block everything out as she climbs up on the desk. On her knees, she spreads her legs and presents her butt in the air for the class to see. She moved her hand between her legs. “Spread 'em,” one guy said, and a girl echoed the command. Her face burned hotter with humiliation and anger as tears welled up in her eyes, and she spread her pussy lips with two long fingers. They were taking pictures of her, she knew. She hadn't yet realized that one guy had brought a videocamera. And it was only eight-thirty. She had to stay like this until the bell rang, which was a good forty minutes off. 16 Lindsay stepped out in a tiny two-piece and headed for the pool. She cannonballed off the diving board, climbed out and stretched out on a beach chair. Jay was watching her from his office room on the second floor. He had space for an office room because he and his wife had no children. Not that they hadn't tried, but one or both of them was simply incapable. Lindsay was fourteen with a sixteen year old's knockout body, might've even passed for eighteen. She had straight brown hair that was made darker by the water. The office door was locked, because if Jay's wife caught him looking at another woman (at an underage girl, no less), she would shit chickens. It was half past twelve, and it occurred to Jay that Lindsay Vane should probably be in school. Then it occurred to him that Mr. and Mrs. Vane should both be at work. So Lindsay had the house all to herself. Jay watched as the little teenage vixen applied sunscreen all over her body, and paid special attention when her hand dipped just under the waistband of her bikini bottom. He attempted to store that away for later use but noticed her hand returned, then again and again. Finally her whole hand disappeared under the stretchy material of her suit. This little vixen was fingering herself in her backyard. She stopped. Looked around. When she was satisfied that no one could see her, she pulled the strings on either side of her bottom, then lifted her butt up and threw her bikini bottom aside. Jay's eyes went immediately to the small strip of brown hair above her small slit. He might have killed for a pair of binoculars at that moment, but there were none. He watched eagerly as the girl threw her top aside. Now she was reclining in the chair, wearing nothing but a pair of sunglasses. She massaged herself with the tips of her fingers, then teased by slipping one partways inside. Jay had only recently noticed this hottie (the first had been seeing her strut around her room in only a pair of panties), and now he was getting a full view. He knew how lucky he was. She lost the sunglasses, charged at the swimming pool and dove down into the water. Resurfacing, she pulled herself up on the ladder. Her body was covered with a cascade of water, and as it rolled off her, he got a good look at her shiny, wet ass. He also noticed that, although it was a bit lighter, there were no distinct tanlines. Had she done this before? No, surely he would have seen it if she had. The girl lay down on her belly, this time on the grass instead of the lawn chair. She brought her knees up under her and spread them, sticking her ass out into the air invitingly. A hand moved between her legs and Jay wished it could have been his own hand, fondling that soft mound, that warm, smooth skin. A crazy idea occurred to him, then: Why didn't he go over there? He could ring the doorbell and wait, no doubt sending the girl into a frenzied panic. Or would she answer it at all? He thought not. Still, it was a thought. Something startled her, because it was at that moment that she jumped up and ran to the fence. She unlocked their side of the gate and tried it. It was unlocked on his side, as it usually was, and the tall, heavy fence door swung open. It excited him to see the young, naked girl step into his very own back yard. God, what he wouldn't have given for a video camera! The girl peered through the crack at the fence gate. Jay could see nothing on the other side, except her pink bikini bottom, which still lay in the chair. Lindsay's dad stepped to the glass door, then stepped into the back yard. He walked out into the yard, as if he was looking for something but didn't know quite what. Then he spied the pink material on the chair. He picked it up and looked at it curiously for a moment, then picked up Lindsay's top from the side of the chair. After studying them minutely, he looked around once more, then went back inside. Jay noticed he had locked the door. He wondered what thoughts were in Lindsay's mind. How she felt about being locked out of her own home, minus her clothing. Part of him felt sorry for her, but another part felt something else. Neither Jay nor Lindsay (to the best of Jay's knowledge) had heard Lindsay's father come home. But twenty minutes later, as the naked girl stood in his back yard, watching his back door for any sign of movement, they heard the old car pull out into the street, sputter, then rev up before Max, Lindsay's dad, shifted to second gear. This seemed to make Lindsay quite happy. She rushed across her own back yard and tried the doorknob. It was locked. She pushed at it, trying to force it, with no luck. After trying the windows, the door again, and even trying to climb up to her second-story window, she sat down on her chair, naked with blades of grass still stuck to her belly and chest, with the look of failure on her face. Jay thought about going down there to confront her (she hadn't even bothered to shut the gate all the way), but was afraid of her reaction. What if she screamed? What if she started crying? But then, what was he supposed to do? Just leave her out there all alone? Just then he remembered something funny that had happened. He had found a blouse in the back yard, white with flowers on it. His wife not only swore it wasn't hers, but said that she had never seen it before in her life. Jay had thrown it in the shed to be used as a grease rag, but now he thought he knew who it belonged to. Maybe this wasn't the first voyeuristic stunt she had pulled. Of course she hadn't intentionally lost her clothes this time, but she had stripped, and wasn't it possible she had done something similar before? Maybe, he thought. So, he decided that he would retrieve the blouse, then throw it over the fence. It wasn't a very thick garment, and the hem would probably only fall halfway down her butt, but he thought she might appreciate it just the same. Now he peered into the crack at the hinged end of the gate. Lindsay was pacing the yard, her arms folded limply over her chest. In order to get her attention, he shut the gate, hard, then threw the blouse over the top of the fence. He was careful with the back door, then, racing back up to his study, he peered out the window. She had donned the flowery blouse and was standing near her back door, studying the fence. Jay was glad she couldn't see into his dark study. Her fingers were laced together, her hands in front of her. She turned and tried the door one final time. The first thing that came to mind was that she might actually be desperate enough to break one of the panes to let herself in. The other was that the blouse had covered most of her ass. She turned around again and moved to the side gate. Glancing first at her back door, then at the gate leading to his own back yard, she stepped out and disappeared from view. Only a minute went by, then she appeared in her room. She dropped the blouse and slipped into a pair of jeans. She had found a cute blue shirt that said it wasn't me on the front, and started to slip it on when she froze. Her eyes locked on his. He wanted to duck out of sight, but knew it was too late. Then he waved at her. She frowned, then disappeared from view. Then the blinds went down. It worried Jay that she might tell someone. It worried him more that she might tell his wife. But she never showed up at his doorstep. It was around six-thirty when Jay returned to his study. He had been looking for a pen that would work, but instead found himself ogling Lindsay, lying on her bed in front of a book. Suddenly and without any warning, she jumped up off her bed and pulled her shirt off, then her bra, then her jeans. Jay found that she had donned a cute, tight pair of white panties with bears on them. She went over to her dresser, then turned her head toward him and winked. Her smile was mischievous. Then she wiggled out of her panties (wiggling quite a bit more than necessary, but she pulled it off well). She moved to the window and kissed her fingertips, then blew it at him, smiling. It was provocative. Sexier than just plain nudity. Then she turned and walked out the door. Hadn't Mr. and Mrs. Vain been at home by then? And what about her two brothers and her sister? And she was just going to walk out of her room, butt naked? Jay knew it was for his benefit, and he benefitted from it. He sat for twenty minutes, waiting for her to come back. He had nothing better to do, after all, and she had to come back some time. If she wanted to show him something, he definitely wanted to see. And she had come back, wearing nothing but a towel and a smile. Her hair was wet and she walked toward the window. Her towel fell. She gave him that same sexy, mischievous smile. Then she shook a finger at him, saying no, no, no. Then the shades fell, and that was the last he saw of her that night. He couldn't wait for tomorrow. 17 It was really Mrs. Henderson's fault that Kelly had ended up naked while she was waiting for the bus. She had been the one that brought the recent law changes to everyone's attention. In short, Bibb county was now “nudist friendly”. Nudists were to receive the same treatment as anyone else, and that applied to schools also. A lot of parents were outraged by the idea, but there was nothing they could do about it. Apparently the mayor had a soft spot for nudists. Kelly had brought the news home with her, and she ended up getting into some small argument with her dad about freedom, a person's rights, and nudism. Eric didn't think it was right for people to walk around “in the buff”, as he called it. His daughter disagreed. She had also made some remark about protesting the protesters with a nude march. Her dad had laughed. He had said that she was from a decent family, and that she wouldn't even be able to go out in the nude. She disagreed. In fact, she could go a whole week without any clothes at all. "Is that so?" he said. "Well either put up or shut up." "What's that mean?" "It means I don't wanna hear any more about it." "But dad, it's just...it's a person's right to choose--" "I mean it, Kelly. I don't want to hear any more." She glared at him. They had glared each other down before, usually about stupid, trivial things. He gasped when she pulled her shirt over her head. In a matter of moments she was working her feet out of the legs of her jeans, then she stood before him, naked. On the outside she stood tall and proud, but it was all she could do to keep herself from shaking, much less running out of the room with her hands over her girl parts. Her dad found his voice. "What do you think you're doing?" "I'm 'putting up'," she said. "Put your clothes back on right now, Kelly." "Bibb County supports my right to go naked, wherever I want." Kelly was as stubborn as he himself was. But he was amused that she was willing to take her clothes off, right in the middle of the living room, so he decided to have some fun. "Well, fine!" he said. "You wanna be a nudist? You just bought yourself a whole week without clothes of any kind." Now she gasped. "Wh-what?" "You heard me. That's what you wanted, now you got it." "B-but--" "Yes, I can see your butt. I can see everything else too. So will everyone at school." ... The next morning, she got ready for school. She had stepped over to her dresser, then remembered all she'd said. She'd said she didn't need clothes, that she might even become a nudist. He'd yelled at her. He'd demanded that she either put up or shut up...and she had. God help her, she had stripped naked and thrown her clothes down in theatric disgust. He'd told her she would have to go naked for a whole week. She hadn't backed down. But of course now it all seemed foolish. Her and her stupid arguments with her stupid father. She couldn't go to school naked! What was she thinking? She pulled one of the drawers open and brought out a cotton t-shirt. She held it against her, considering. Now she wasn't allowed to wear clothes for a week. Of course she could just get dressed anyway. He couldn't keep her naked, after all. Could he? But that would be too much like admitting defeat. After all the things she'd said, she couldn't give in. She threw the shirt back in her drawer and slammed it shut. After several moments of thought, she decided on ankle-high socks and white sneakers. She trudged down to the kitchen like this. Her dad said good morning. Her mom just shook her head. Now she stood, waiting for the bus with her backpack slung over one bare shoulder. She felt so exposed, and somewhat naughty. What would her friends say? And her teachers? What about her best friend, Vicky, and Vicky's boyfriend Ben? Vicky and Ben had been together damn near forever, but Kelly still carried a secret crush for him. What would he think if he saw her like this? Kelly turned back toward her house, and there were Amy and Rachel. Rachel lived right next door to Kelly, and Amy must have stayed over. Everybody knew they were more than good friends. Both girls stood gawking, wordless. Amy was the first to speak. “And I thought I was forgetful.” Kelly blushed. ... The bus pulled up next to the curb, a few kids already staring out wide-eyed. She had told Rachel about her argument with her dad, and stated that she was only proving a point. Rachel commended her bravery while Amy told her she was crazy, but Amy didn't mind one bit. Now she was climbing the steps. She felt a hand pat one cheek and spun around. It was Amy. Kelly felt a mixture of indignance and total humiliation. It didn't get better as she stepped into view of everyone on the bus. Everyone was talking at once as she made her way to her seat. A few girls near the front called her a little slut, while others giggled and poked fun. A few of the guys made profane requests, sometimes accompanied with lewd gestures. The seat felt cold as she slid next to the window. She was shivering, and she hugged her bookbag. It would be a long week. 18 Penny knew about the little peephole in the bathroom wall. In fact, she often used it herself to spy on Henry, her stepdad, when he showered. She knew that he also used it to watch her. It was a little creepy at first, but the more she thought about it, the more turned on she got. The first time she had masturbated for him wasn't planned, but more of a wild impulse. It was almost one of the best orgasms she'd ever had. She had known he had been watching her because he had left the light on in the small closet space where the hole was located. Never in a million years would she have guessed that he knew she was watching him...at least, not until yesterday. Her eyes had been wide and her mouth open as he stroked his shaft to a full erection and shot his load on the shower curtain. Was it merely coincidence that it had been only two days before when she had masturbated for him? She thought not. He had been watching her pleasure herself and wanted to return the favor. Somehow he knew she had been watching. Now she lay in bed, slowly rubbing her clit. It was only a little after one in the afternoon. Her mom would be home in a few more hours, and now she dared herself to walk in there and give Henry a big wet kiss, right on the mouth. She wondered how he would react, or if he would tell Mom. A small, nagging voice in the back of her mind tried to convince her that he hadn't known she was watching, that he never would have jacked off if he had. But her pussy ached to have him inside, if only for a quick visit. It had grown tired of Penny's fingers. It needed a man's flesh. Penny slipped out from under the covers and slid into her shirt and pants. She started for the door, then stopped. She had an idea. She had borrowed an incredibly short skirt from one of her friends and now she threw her pants aside and slipped into it. Henry was sitting in front of the tv. She walked up to him. “Dad, Me and Holly were going to go out on a double date next weekend. You think this skirt's too short?” The mention of her skirt seemed to pull him out of his trancelike stare at the tv. “Oh, I don't know. That's awful short, Penny.” “Aww, come on. I'll bet you can't even see my panties when I bend over.” Before Henry could respond, Penny turned and bent over, touching her toes. “See?” she said, standing up. She was right: Henry couldn't see her panties, mainly because she wasn't wearing any. He was speechless, at least for a moment. “Penny, I...I don't know. Bend over and let me see again.” She did. This time he reached out and lifted her skirt up. She smiled, looking at him upside-down from between her legs. His other hand moved upward. She felt the tip of his finger travel down the crack of her ass, directly over her little asshole, down to her pussy. He moved it lightly along the slit, then moved to the side of her labia. He pulled the soft flesh over, spreading her lips apart and reveling more pink flesh. “Well?” she said. “Hmmm?” “Do you like what you see?” “Um, yeah.” “So I can wear this skirt on my double date?” “I...I guess so. So long as you mother doesn't find out about it.” “Great! Hold on, I've got one more outfit to show you, okay? Be right back!” She ran back to her room. What was he thinking, taking her and feeling her up like that? What if she told Ann? Penny came bouncing back into the living room. To his delight and horror, she was wearing absolutely nothing. “Penny, what--” “You like it?” she said, spreading her arms out as if to say 'tada'. “I know you've seen me wear this before when I was in the shower, but I thought you might like it better up close. But now that I've shown you mine, you have to return the favor.” “Penny...I don't think this is a good idea. I mean, what if--” “Mom won't find out unless you tell her, and we've got less than three hours until she gets home. Now are you going to fuck me or not?” Henry could hardly believe what luck he had. His young stepdaughter was standing in front of him, naked and asking to be fucked. Life simply didn't get much better than this. “You know you want to,” she said, smiling and rubbing her pussy. “I'll be in my bed whenever you get ready.” He watched her saunter away. She was barely out of the living room before he jumped up and ran after her. They kissed each other passionately in the hallway. Penny went for his belt but he moved out of her reach as he kissed her body, moving lower and lower. He did each nipple in turn, sucking lightly and rolling his tongue over them, before moving down to her belly. He stopped briefly, and she gasped as she felt his tongue move up the length of her slit. He licked her again, then buried his tongue between her lips. Her legs were spread wide and her hips thrust forward as he fucked her with his tongue. She squirmed with pleasure, grabbing his head and drawing it between her legs. Her chest rose and fell faster, and he knew she was about to come. Abruptly he stopped. She picked her head up and looked at him. “Please, don't stop!” He moved down and stuck out his tongue, barely parting her labia, then stopped. “Wh—what's wrong?” “Nothing.” “Then why'd you stop?” She was out of breath. He moved down and kissed her lips, then ran his tongue up her slit again. He kissed her again gently, then stopped. “Why'd you stop again?” “I didn't stop. But if you want me to, I--” “No, no, please! If you want me to beg I'll beg! Please, please don't stop!” He smiled and kissed her pussy lips again. He slipped his tongue inside her again, but only briefly. “Please, keep going! Just a little more! Don't stop now, please, fuck me with your tongue, I want it inside me!” With this hot little cunt begging for it, it was a wonder he didn't shoot his load right in his pants. “Shhh, easy now. I'm not going to stop, but I dont want you to come just yet.” He kissed her again. She grabbed his head and tried to force it closer to her pussy. He managed to escape her grasp. He repositioned her, putting her on her hands and knees, legs spread. Her pussy looked so delicious and inviting, he wondered if he could hold out a full ten seconds. He dropped his pants and got on his knees. Slowly, he guided the head of his penis between her waiting lips. He moved forward slowly, until he was all the way inside her. Her pussy was tight, more so than he had imagined. He slowly withdrew, then moved forward again. The only noises she made were soft little girl moans, and that only added to his pleasure. He moved out and in again, slowly but rapidly. She was about to come, and he wanted to come with her. Now he moved faster. She wiggled her hips on him and he felt his balls tighten. He couldn't stop now if he wanted. He rapidly fucked her, his hips slapping against her ass. He placed his hands on her hips as he shot his load into her. He felt her own warm girl juices run down his balls as he did. Cleaning up was a mess, so they used the shower next time. Her bed got its fair share of use, too. 19 It was uncanny, the timing of this freak accident that gave Ben the chance for just about any kind of revenge he could dream up. Their parents had left them all alone for the weekend, since Yoko was seventeen now and plenty old enough to take care of the house and her little brother for the weekend (actually, both Yoko and Ben were adopted). Last night, Ben had seen an opportunity to peep through the crack between the door and the wall and spy on his sister taking a shower. Of course he couldn't see anything until she cut the water off and threw back the curtain. Still, the thirty seconds before she spotted him...it was heaven. He had only seen one other girl naked before in his life; his best friend's sister. And that had been an honest mistake. Who knew she would be changing clothes in her room, without locking the door. Ben had been careless; he must have made a noise, because Yoko spun around and her eyes locked on his. He didn't wait to see her reaction; rather than face her, he slipped down the hall and into his room. He would wait and jack off later. Right now he would wait and see what Yoko's reaction would be. But damn, she was hot. Her breasts were supple, round, perfect. Her waist was slim above her hips, her skin slightly tanned without tan lines (he wondered if she sunbathed nude), her legs shapely and smooth. She had a perfect bubble butt, tanned with the rest of her body, and nothing but smooth skin where her pubic hair should be. Carl's sister Joan had had a big patch of brown hair there, but Yoko must have shaved hers off because nothing was blocking the view of her small snatch. Ben held his breath as he heard the bathroom door open. He was under the covers on his bed, waiting patiently and listening. His heart jumped when his own doorknob turned. Yoko stepped into the room. She was still naked. Ben tried to speak but couldn't find the words. “What are you doing, jacking off under there?” she said, glaring at him. “Is that it? You were spying on me so you could jack off?” “N-no, I'm--” “Well here,” she said. She spread her legs and rubbed herself with one hand. “Do you like that? Do you, little brother?” With two fingers, she spread her pussy lips apart. Her hips moved from side to side, as if she were dancing. Ben sat up and moved closer. “Do you want to touch me?” Instead of replying with words, he stretched out one hand toward her. His ears were ringing. He could see spots before his eyes and was barely aware that his cheek stung. Then the pain sharpened. He sat up, realizing that she had slapped him hard enough to knock him down. “That's for spying on me! You want something to jack off to, go spy on someone else! Next time it'll cost you a finger!” She stormed out of the room. Several things occurred to him at once. First, he had been way too careless. Second, his sister was a real bitch. Third...her ass was fine, but it looked even better walking away. Despite the pain in his cheek, he would be jacking off tonight, oh yes. He didn't know if she was serious about him losing a finger if she caught him again, but he didn't care. He slept in the next morning, and when he came downstairs he heard a noise. It came from the downstairs bathroom. Thinking Yoko was probably in there, he debated wether or not he should peek in. Of course, it was never a question: he went to the door and opened it a tiny crack, quietly as possible. There he saw his sister, Yoko, halfway through the bathroom window. The top half of her was outside, and she was struggling to get back in. “Ben! Ben, is that you?” “Y-yeah.” “Ben, I'm stuck. Help me get back in.” Ben moved forward and thought for a second how he would go about getting her back in...and, more importantly, what he could grope while he did it. He was forurteen, fairly strong for his age. Surely he wouldn't have any... Then it hit him. “How'd you get stuck, anyway?” he asked. “I was talking to someone outside. Why does it matter? Pull me in!” “How long have you been there?” “I don't know! Five, ten minutes. Now are you gonna help me or not?” “Sure, Yoko. I'll help you.” A denim skirt covered her slim bubble butt. He put one hand on her buttcheek, then moved it closer to the middle, down over where her butthole would be, down over her pussy. “Ben?” “Yeah?” “What the hell do you think you're doing?” “I dunno, I...I guess I'm just having a little fun.” He smiled. “Ben you stop that right now!” Ben stopped, then put one hand on her bare thigh and inched it upward until it disappeared under her skirt. Yoko squeezed her legs together, but his hand inched upward until he felt her smooth silky underwear. “Ben!” Ben didn't reply. “You little pervert! Mom'll kill you for this if Dad doesn't get to you first!” The more he thought about it, the more good ideas he came up with. And more bad ideas began to seem like good ones. He rushed upstairs. When he came back down, he went straight out the back door and around to the side of the house where his sister was hanging halfway out the window. “Ben, you little shit! I'll kill you!” “Calm down, Yoko.” He moved forward with a pair of scissors and grabbed her shirt. “No! No, you can't! This is my favorite shirt!” He hesitated, then stepped back, dodging her pathetic attempts to claw at him. “Okay. I won't have to cut it up if you just take it off.” “What? You've got to be kidding!” “And stop yelling. That's only gonna draw attention to you, and that's something you don't want. Now take it off or I'll cut it up.” Ben waited patiently, but he had to move forward with the scissors again to provoke a reaction. He almost felt sorry for her when she started crying...almost. In the end, she took it off and handed it to him as instructed. “Now your bra.” She stared at him with wet, hateful eyes. She looked like a Japanese half-oni. She made no attempt to remove her bra. Ben moved forward and she tried to knock him back. “Careful,” he said. “These scissors are sharp. Wouldn't want you to get cut.” Resignation on her face, she stopped fighting and let him cut her bra strap. Her hands immediately went to cover up her naked breasts. Now Ben stepped back and produced a camera from his pocket. He clicked once, twice, three times. “Ben...Ben, please stop. I'm sorry about last night. I'm sorry for all those times I was mean to you.” Ben wasn't about to fall for the old 'I'm sorry for real this time' routine. If she thought he was going to fall for that one again, she was dead wrong. Ben had always wondered about his sister's room. Now, as he hid the camera in his room, he wondered if he shouldn't have a look. Sure, he was excited, ready to get back downstairs. But if he was right... Yoko's room smelled different from his own, and was decorated with posters of rock and heavy metal bands. He couldn't remember a time when he was allowed to be in here. He checked various drawers before finding one with condoms in it. He might need one later, so he took one and slipped it in his pocket. Yoko's underwear drawer contained just that, plus a number of other little toys with which he was unfamiliar. He deduced that what he now held in his hand was a dildo. There was a small box with a wire extending some length, the end of which was attached to a small plastic ball. When he pushed a button on the box, the little plastic egg hummed to life. He smiled. "Ben! Ben, is that you?" she asked in a loud whisper. "Yeah, it's me," he said, standing behind her. He put a hand on the soft, warm denim directly above her butt and immediately felt her tense up. "Ben, I don't know what kind of sick things you have in mind but if you don't stop feeling me up right now I'll make your life a living hell." "You mean like you do every day?" "No. Much, much worse. When I tell mom, you'll be grounded for a year. When I tell dad, he'll belt your ass so hard y-oh!" Ben had switched on the vibrator and now held it against her skirt. "What do you think everyone'll say when I tell them what kinds of toys you have in your panty drawer?" "Oh, you little twirp! I'll kill you!" "Calm down," Ben said, moving the vibrator up, over her asshole and straight up her crack and back down again. It stopped once more at her cunt. "You don't want to draw attention to yourself. Now, I figure, since you like to show off your body like you did last night, I might as well have a little fun. Before it's all over, I'll have a lot of naked pictures of you...just in case you do decide to try and get even with me." "Fuck you," she growled. "Well...we might. I haven't decided yet. But you'll at least come for me before I let you go." He ran his hands down her legs, then moved upward, grabbing her skirt when he got to it. He slowly lifted and worked her skirt upward until it was bunched around her waist. Her panties weren't sheer, but they hugged her pussy lips enough so that Ben could see them. He reached and touched the vibrator to her, then rubbed it up and down her slit. "Ben...Ben, please stop. Don't do this, Ben. I got...I got fifty bucks! Just let me go and it's all yours. We can forget the whole thing." "Sorry, Yoko. But that's okay. This'll be fun for you too. You'll see." The vibrator was replaced by inexperienced, exploring fingers. Inexperienced as he was, it made Yoko shiver with delight to have so much attention dedicated to her pussy. Ben's fingers down there almost felt...good. A fourteen year old virgin wasn't content with stroking a girl's private parts through her panties, so Ben pulled the thin material to the side. It wasn't the same as seeing her standing upright. This was a view from the back, with her bent over, and an up-close view at that. Ben thought back to last night, remembering how she had rubbed herself. Now he placed his hand over her snatch, rubbing first the skin just above her slit, then moving down. She was softer than he had ever imagined. And moist. Ben grabbed the dildo and gently placed the tip against her slit. He rubbed it up and down. "Do you like that?" No response. She was probably too pissed off at him to speak, but at least she hadn't tried to kick him. He slid the puple dildo between her lips, slowly filling her up with it. She squirmed agianst it, but not like it was hurting her. It occurred to him that he had taken his camera upstairs and still needed to take some more pictures. Pulling the dildo out, he said, "Be right back." He ran up the stairs, grabbed the camera, then raced back down with frantic speed. "I'm back," he said, coming in the door. The camera clicked once, twice. Her panties slid down below her buttcheeks and it clicked again. Then the dildo found her hole once more. Click. Pulling it out, he slid one finger inside. Click. The panties moved down her legs, then off her ankles. "Yoko?" Nothing. "Yoko, I know you're really peeved at me right now, but if you'll spread your legs for me, we'll get through this a lot faster." Slowly, her legs spread wide. Ben snapped a few pictures, then ran back upstairs and hid the camera. When he got back, Yoko was waiting patiently. Without saying anything, Ben took the small vibrating egg and rubbed it against her pussy. She was getting wetter. Suddenly, and without warning, Yoko moaned out loud. Her moaning continued. Ben thought something was wrong with her at first. He said, "Yoko? Are you okay?" "Please don't stop, Ben," she said, panting. Ben held the vibrator to her pussy once more, rubbing it against her. He had never seen a girl come before, and with his free hand spread her labia apart. Some were squirters, he had heard. He had a lot of questions about the female body, but today a lot of those questions would be answered. "Oh yeah," Yoko said. "Yeah, yeah, mmmm." Her legs spread instinctively. She moaned louder and a clear liquid poured out of her cunt. She lay there, still halfway out the window, panting. "Now will you help me in?" she said between breaths.

AIN'T NO FUN... "I'm just saying, he's too old for my baby," Cecile stated, staring at her best friend, Angela. "Anastacia is not a baby. She's 21, for Christ's sake. And so what if he's a few years older than her. A mature man can help her..." "Can take advantage of her.... All my baby knows is sports and her school work. She's not into men like that. He's going to hurt my baby..." "You don't even know the man..." "I know men!" Cecile stated firmly. "All of them are just alike. They all think with their dicks and not their hearts." "That's not fair, besides, she just met him...what...three weeks ago when she was home. All they've been doing is talking on the phone." "She chases me off the phone to answer his calls," Cecile said, exasperated. "He's the first person she talks to in the morning, and the last at night." Angela chuckled. "You're going to have to let go...cut her navel string one day, Cecile. You should be happy that she's finally getting a taste of love." "That's not love," Cecile snarled. "That man wants to fuck my baby and then he's going to leave her high and dry. He's going to hurt my baby's heart." "How you know he's not Mr. Right?" "Mr. Right Now," Cecile scowled. "I think you are being too hard on the man. Besides, give him time to show who he really is. If he's a dog, in time, it'll come out. A dog can't hide forever." "That's just it, Angela, we don't have any time. He wants to take her on a cruise when she comes home for summer break." "That's so nice," Angela swooned. "She comes home in a week." "I know you're a concerned mother, but don't do anything that will cause Anastacia to be mad at you." "I'm going to do what I have to do to make sure this dog doesn't hurt my baby." "Be careful, Cecile. Very careful. This shit could backfire on your ass and ruin the realtionship you two have." "This is a grown ass man I'm trying to protect her from. He's nothing but an old dog trying to take advantage of my baby. And I'm not going to let that happen!" * * * "Coming out to the club ain't nothing like it used to be, bro," Jerome said to his younger brother, Mikey, as they waited for the parking valet to bring Jerome's Maxima. "I remember when I coulda come to the club and pick, choose and refuse hos." "You ain't lying, bro. All I come out for now is to get my drink on and unwind after busting my ass all week," Mikey explained. "I feel you," Jerome said as the valet stopped in front of him. He tipped the valet and jumped behind the wheel. Mikey jumped in the passenger's seat. "That's why I always pick up one a my lil tricks, get her some weed, something to eat, and take her to a hotel til I come back from the club." Jerome laughed as he pulled off. "And what do you do if you find something in the club?" "Go fuck! Then go to the hotel and fuck again," Mikey stated like it should have been obvious. Jerome started laughing. "You always fucking with hos that live with their man." "Them the best ones. Let someone else deal with them hos problems. I fuck. That's what I do. Them some nice hos that I fuck, but hos have too much drama when involved in relationships." "So, what you saying is that it's stress free and less drama when you the other man?" "Hell yeah! See you wouldn't understand 'cause you have all them hos feeling like you're their man..." "But I don't have no drama." Jerome laughed. "See, you be fucking with them good girls. The professional women. I ain't gonna lie, bro, you run your hos..." The sound of Jerome's ringing phone stopped Mikey midspeech. Jerome checked his caller ID. "Anastcia's mom! What the fuck?" "Anastacia? That tall, fine ass chick that plays volleyball for UCON? The one you met in the club about three weeks ago?" "Yeah. Wife to be." Jerome grinned. "What the hell you doing with her mother's cell phone number, bro? More importantly, what her mother doing calling you at three forty five in the morning? Booty call?" "Shut up!" Jerome said, pressing the green icon. "Hello?" "Hello? Where are you?" a female voice asked. It wasn't Anastacia for sure. The woman sounded a little older. "On my way home?" Jerome answered tentatively. "I thought you were taking me to get something to eat?" she asked, sounding disappointed. She sounded a little tipsy too. Jerome stifled a laugh as he looked across to his brother who was making fuck faces and humping motions in the passenger seat. "May I ask who you want to speak to?" "Who is this?" she asked, sounding alarmed. "Is this Jermaine?" "No, I'm sorry you must have dialed the wrong number." "Who is this? Your number is programmed into my phone," she demanded. "This is Jerome. I'm a friend of Anastacia's..." "Anastacia's friend? What your number doing program in my phone?" she asked with a little attitude. "Is this her mother?" "Yes, it is!" "I met her when she was home three weeks ago. She had your phone... I think her phone had gotten stolen..." "Oh yeah, I remember now," she chuckled, sounding a bit at ease. "I'm sorry for calling you at this hour..." "That's quite alright..." "I was trying to call a friend of mine. He was supposed to take me for something to eat, but he disappeared on my as...listen to me, I'm telling you all my business. Alcohol just loosens my tongue. I'm sorry for calling you." "That's okay. It was nice talking to you," Jerome said, chuckling. "Please don't tell Anastacia...she hates when I go out for drinks." "It'll be out little secret," Jerome said, chuckling. "Promise?" she cooed. "I promise." "Thank you," she said. "Okay. Drive safely." "You too," Jerome said. "Bye." "Byyyyyye," she sang, ending the call. Mikey laughed. "That was a booty call. Mama want some." "You crazy, bro. Besides, her mama don't know me." "Mama fine?" Mikey asked with a raised brow. "I don't know. I've never met the woman. She sounds sexy as hell, though." "If her daughter takes after her, she probably is fine," Mikey said as he fired up a joint. He hit it and passed it over. Jerome cranked up the volume as he got on I-95 North. He took a hit of the joint and passed it back. "You know what, I'm going home. I don't feel like being bothered with none a my hos tonight. She done got me thinking about Anastacia. And this weed only ga make me hungry. I'll drop myself off and you can take my ride." "My car already by the hotel. Why can't you just drop me off?" Mikey asked as he took out a napkin from his wallet. He unrolled it and took out half a blue pill and threw it in his mouth. Then he chugged the remainder of the water that he had brought out of the club. "Because I don't feel like passing home to drop you off. Just drop me and carry the car." Five minutes later, Jerome pulled in front of their house, pressed the button for the garage door and hopped out. It wasn't until he was inside and upstairs getting undressed that he remembered his cell phone. He had left it in the Max. Three minutes later, Mikey stared at his brother's ringing phone. Anastacia's mom. What the fuck does she want now? I'm not answering that shit, he thought as he headed on a collision course for the hotel. The phone stopped ringing, then started up again. Mikey ignored it again. The third time it rung, he answered it. It has to be an emergency. "Hello?" "Are you home already," the female asked. "No..." "Well why weren't you answering the phone? You making a booty call or something?" "No," Mikey said, then took a pull on the joint, laughing because she didn't know it wasn't Jerome she was talking to. "Are you smoking?" She sounded intrigued rather than repugnant, so he said, "Mmmm-hmmm." Her voice became soft and sounded sexy. "I called to ask a favor..." "What kind of favor?" Mikey asked. "Well my friend had to run home to his nagging ass wife, and I'm hungry. But I don't want to sit in IHOP by myself, not at this hour. Why don't you join me? My treat." "Which IHOP are you at?" "I'm not there yet. I was calling to see if you'd meet me first." "Which one are you going to?" "I live in Sawgrass...there's one right off of University." "I know where it is. I'm about five minutes away." "Alright. I'll meet you there. What are you driving?" she asked. "A black Nissan Maxima. You?" "I'm in a burgundy Jaguar XK." "Niiiice," Mikey sang. "I'll be in the parking lot when you get there." "Don't smoke it all before I get there," she purred. Mikey hung up the phone and laughed. If mama fine, I'm damn sure gonna try and fuck. Especially if she trying to get her smoke on. Seven minutes later, Mikey watched as the burgundy XK pulled in at the IHOP. She pulled right next to him, shut off the engine and got out. From what he could see over the roof of the car, Mama was pretty as fuck. And young looking. When she walked around the back of the car and he got a good look at her body, his dick started getting hard. "Damn, Mama fine as fuck!" Voluptuous. Now I know why she didn't want to go into IHOP by herself. Anywhere she go, she'll get all kinds of unwanted attention. Especially in the skirt and top she's wearing. Her outfit wasn't revealing or slutty or anything; it was classy and tasteful, but emphasized everything she had. Mikey took a hit and leaned over and opened the passenger door for her. Her smile lit up the interior. "Oh that smells wonderful," she said as she hopped in and closed the door behind her. "I haven't smoked since college," she said, taking the offered joint. "I plan on stopping when I get my MBA." Mikey chuckled. She took a long draw. "You might want to take it easy with that," Mikey said a second too late. She started coughing, but she refused to pass the joint. She held it as she eyed him over. She took another hit, pulling a little easier this time. She kicked off her slingbacks and twisted sideways to face him. She caught his eyes locked onto her cleavage and smiled. She brought the joint up to her lips and took another pull. The weed had her feeling good. And the wine she had drank earlier had made her extremely horny. She knew she could get any man she wanted, so this was going to be fun. And easy. I'll expose the dog and save Anastacia from a broken heart. She ran her fingers playfully over her collarbone, then down between her breasts. Mikey's dick stiffened. The blue pill was in full effect. Either he was going to fuck mama, or he had to get to the hotel to Shelley Ann. "So you gonna let me hit that?" Mikey asked. "You're not shy at all, are you?" She blushed. "You sure you can handle me?" she asked, leaning forward and rubbing the inside of his thigh. "I was referring to the joint, but since you brought it up," he said, making his dick jump in his pants, "I'm sure I can handle whatever challenges I'm presented with." Their eyes locked. "My question is, can you?" Her hand slid from his thigh to his throbbing dick. "Mmmmm, this is nice," she swooned. "You can take it out to get a better feel of it. Underneath all this cloth really doesn't do it any justice. It really is a work of art," Mikey boasted. She accepted his challenge without a moment's hesitation. She unzipped his pants and took it out. Ten inches of throbbing black meat. "Oh, God. This is...we need to go someplace. Anyplace," she said as she skinned the foreskin back, leaned over and started kissing and licking his head. "Ohhh shittttt!!! Where do you want to go?" Mikey barely got out as his eyes threatened to roll back into his head. "Anywhere," she mumbled as she kissed and licked and flicked her tongue around his head greedily. Mikey leaned the seat back until he was almost lying flat. He hit the joint one more time as she got more enthusiastic with her tongue. He knew he wasn't going to come from a blowjob, but it felt too fucking good to stop her. He reached over and started caressing her ass. Damn! Her ass was so soft, it made him whimper. He wanted to get up in her, but he couldn't do that in the Maxima. And he definitely couldn't do it in IHOP's parking lot. He couldn't take her to a hotel, because he didn't have enough cash for that. And he didn't want to go to her place, because he didn't know if he could do that, nor what her relationship status was. The only place he could take her is home. "What about your car?" Mikey asked. She didn't stop to answer. She flailed her hand as if she didn't care about that. Fuck it, he thought and fired up the Maxima. He positioned his hand so that he could steer over her as she continued to feverishly work his dick. She was sucking; he was caressing and fondling her breasts, and every part of her that he could touch. Both of them were making all the appropriate noises as he raced home. When he pulled into the garage and shut down the engine, she finally raised her head from his lap. She kissed him like a possessed woman. Hungrily. Greedily. Mikey's dick ached to get up in her. "Let's go," he said as the garage door finished rolling down and the automatic light flicked off. They got out the Maxima, and as he stood at the front waiting for her to come around to him, he really got a good look at her. She didn't seem a day over thirty five. As young as he was, he was confident that he was gonna kill her sexy old ass with dick. Lust was oozing from her face. She grabbed his hand and pulled him tightly against her body. They were about the same height, so everything lined up. Their lips smashed against each others. Wisps of pleasurable moans escaped her lips as their tongues darted back and forth in each other's mouth. Mikey's hands fumbled with the zipper of her skirt. He got it unfastened, then got a firm grip on her cheeks. He picked her up as if she weighed nothing, spun her around and placed her on the top of the hot hood. She swooned in surprise, wrapped her sculptured legs around his waist and pulled him right into her so that his dick was rubbing her the right way. His hands fumbled with her skirt until he had it up and out of the way. Both of them fumbled with his belt and pants and underwear until nothing was between them except her sodden underwear which she savagely pulled to the side so that his raw head could glide up and down between her blood engorged lips. She was grinding desperately against his hot, throbbing head now. Her pussy was hot and wet and aching to feel that throbbing mass of meat. Gripping his hips, she pulled him forward, plunging his rock-hard ten inches into her. She shut her eyes and screamed as his dick stretched and filled her to the brim. She hadn't felt pain and pleasure like that since she lost her virginity. She was trying to get use to the feeling, but he didn't give her time. He started moving that big dick around inside of her. It was hot and hard. Fire coursed through her body. Then there was the additional heat beneath her ass. She found the more she gyrated her ass up and into his deep punishing strokes, the less she felt the heat beneath her ass. This was the first woman over thirty that Mikey has ever had the pleasure of fucking, so he had something to prove. He was fucking her like he had all mankind riding on his performance. His strokes were bringing out all the appropriate noises and fuck-faces that he got out of younger women, so he knew he was beating that pussy up good. That was all the boost his ego needed. He picked her completely up off the hood and slowed down to his wicked winding. "Awwwwwww fuuuuuck, baby! Sssssss!" "You like that," he asked. "Mmmm-hmmmm," she mumbled as he guided her hips into a slow rocking motion that made her clit rub against his muscular pelvis. She started nibbling his lip. "Oh God, yeah. That feels good." "I want you to cum for me before we go inside," he muttered against her sweet lips. "You don't have to worry about...about..." Her whimpering got cut short as tiny jolts of lightning struck all through her causing her body to spasm involuntarily. "0h God, I'm cumming." Her pace quickened and her entire body vibrated as her orgasm resonated through her. Mikey felt good taking her inside. Now he was going to take her upstairs and put a proper fucking on her sexy old ass. He continued stroking her until her orgasm subsided, then he walked toward the door, stirring the pot as he went. He told her to reach behind her and turn the knob. She got the door opened without any problem. The door opened directly into the kitchen, and as they were passing the refrigerator, she stopped him. "Grab something cold to drink." Without losing rhythm, he stopped. She opened the fridge, leaned in a bit, and pulled out two bottles of water. He bumped the door closed and started for the stairs. Going up the stairs was a bit more difficult. Unsteadily, they made their way up bumping into the wall and railing. She was giggling. They slipped and fell. She started laughing, and he covered her mouth quickly as he landed on top of her. Her legs found their way around his waist and she locked both arms around his neck. They kissed passionately as he stroked down into her. She started grunting and humping up to meet his strokes. He felt his head slamming against the gristle at the very back of her pussy. His head felt as if it was curving and going into another portion of her pussy. Each time his head bounced against the gristle, her body convulsed. She bit his tongue as he sped up his thrusts to see if he could get one long convulsion. He got it as she came a second time right there on the stairway. Her legs unfolded from around his waist as he withdrew about eight of the ten inches he had inside her, using only two inches to grind around the front portion of her sweet pussy. She started humping on it and adjusting her hips so that she was angled properly. Then she asked for a little more. He gave her about an inch more. "Ah, fuck yeah! Right there!" she growled as she kept his mushroom head rocking against the spongy area at the top of her pussy. "Fuck!" she hissed. "What are you trying to do to me?" "What every woman wants a man to do to them: satisfy them...and then some," Mikey replied, turning it up a notch. "You...you sure are doing that," she whimpered. "Ohh God! This dick too damn sweet....ooooooeeeeeee. I'm coming again, baby. Fuck meeeeeeee!" Mikey readily complied. Fuck her and then some. Once she caught her breath, Mikey decided it was best to take her into his room before they woke Jerome up. Hmmm. That wouldn't be such a bad idea. He took her into his room and closed his bedroom door. She started undressing him as they made their way to the bed. She took charge now. She stood him up at the edge of the bed and stripped him. After making him step out of his pants and socks --his shoes had gotten discarded somewhere between the kitchen and the stairs-- she kissed her way up his inner thighs, then sucked and licked their sweet mixture of juices of his sack and then moved up his shaft. She pushed him onto the bed, and as she crawled up and over him, she let her hands roam up his muscular thighs, up his washboard stomach, all the way up to his chiseled chest. She leaned down and kissed him as she mounted that throbbing ten inches of glistening dick. When she raised up, his mouth latched onto her nipple as his hands kneaded her breast. She slipped his bulging head between her sodden lips and lowered herself until she was filled to the brim. She positioned her knees on either side of him, leaned back and smiled down at him as she started gyrating her hips. She rode him like only an experienced woman could. She got so into it that the mattress started sliding off the boxspring. About four delicious minutes later, she exploded. Again. Panting and glistening with sweat, she spun around into a reverse cowgirl and started riding that stiff ten inches again. With his palms spanking her ass and his skillful fingers harrassing her swollen clit, it didn't take but a few minutes for her to build up to another sheet-tugging, earth-shattering orgasm. She was totally exhausted, now. Mikey wasn't though. He flipped her onto her back and threw her legs over his shoulders. She was too weak to do anything but accept the sweet, punishing strokes that took her to another orgasm. As she floated down from her orgasmic high, he flipped her onto her stomach. Oh shit! This my position right here. Oohhhh shit this...this Gawddammmn...this some good dick. Each stroke was replenishing her energy. She got up on her knees, and much to her delight, he pounded her mercilessly until her knees got weak and she fell flat on her stomach. He didn't miss a stroke. He fell right on top of her and continued to methodically fuck her toward ecstasy. It was obvious to her that her pleasure was his pleasure. She couldn't say that for too many men. And he was properly equipped to give her pleasure. She couldn't say that about too many men, either. His dick had every nerve ending in her pussy tingling. It felt too good for her to tell him to stop or even slow down, but she was truly afraid to cum again. She didn't know if she could handle another orgasm without pulling out her own hair. And then there was the damn soft sheet. It was like a soft, smooth tongue on her clit helping his stiff dick to coax another orgasm out of her. The impending orgasm was too sweet to avoid or even forestall. Fuck it! Dick like this is few and far in between. I'ma take all he has to give. She started throwing her hips up at him. Enthusiastically. She was determined to take his young ass with her this time, though. She started working her inner muscles and immediately felt him yeilding to her muscle control. She started working him over proper. Giving as good as she was getting. A few minutes later, both of them grunting and panting, came to a noisy climax. They moaned and groaned and strained and stroked each other until their orgasms peaked and ebbed. Then they collapsed. She must have dozed off, because she suddenly found herself blindfolded and tied to the bed with silk ties. She wasn't afraid; she was tied loosely and could get her hands free if she wanted. But, she didn't want to get free. The things his lips and tongue were doing to her felt refreshing and rejuvenating. Before she knew it, she was begging for him to fill her pussy up again with that hunk of throbbing meat. He obliged her. This time he wasn't fucking her. He was more tender and passionate this time, which was good. He was giving her the Dr. Jekyl and Mr. Hyde loving. She couldn't believe the stamina that he had. She couldn't believe that she could come so many times and still want more. He gave her all she wanted. He gave her so much, she was afraid for Anastacia. Any man putting this much good loving on one woman would make her go against her own mother for him. This the kind of dick that make a women forsake all others. She admitted to herself that she was already trying to figure out how she could get some more of his good loving and he wasn't even finished with her yet. Fuck! What the hell have I gotten myself into? One week later, Cecile said to her daughter, "Anastacia, I don't think you're thinking this through. He's too old for you..." "Where did you get that from? He's only a few years older than me. He's not like the guys my age, Mom. He's mature," Anastacia argued. "He's experienced...." Angela shook her head and came to her best friend's assistance. "Anastacia, baby, we're just concerned that this older man is going to hurt you..." "But you two have never met him, so how can y'all judge him? I tell you what, why don't I call him and let y'all meet him." Cecile looked at Angela as Anastacia pulled out her cell phone. She didn't want to spoil this weekend, but the sooner Anastacia realized that this Jerome isn't nothing but a dog looking to take advantage of her, the better. Angela looked worried as she stared at Cecile. She wasn't so sure about this, either. Anastacia avoided both their eyes as she brought the phone up to her ear. Both women watched in horror as she spoke to Jerome. Unfortunately, they could only hear one side of the conversation. Both of them prayed that he was busy and couldn't make it. They listened intently. "Hello, Jerome...where are you?" She nodded, then her face lit up as she smiled. "Good. Swing by Boca Mall. Me, my mom and godmother are heading to TGIF. Why don't you meet us...uh-huh. He's your brother...of course you can bring him along. The more the merrier." She giggled. "Okay. I can't wait to see you either. Bye," she cooed, blushing as she ended the call. She smiled at her mother and godmother. "He's on 95, two exits north of here. He's bringing his brother. He's older than me too, but a little closer to my age," she teased. A few minutes after they were seated, Anastacia interrupted her mother's spiel. "Here they are now!" Anastacia bounced up from the booth waving excitedly at the two young men. Cecile cast a wary glance at Angela. "This is going to be awkward. Not to mention ugly." "Tell me about it," Angela mumbled, trying to keep the nervousness from showing on her face. Both women kept smiles plastered on their faces as they watched both young men weave their way toward their booth. They didn't fail to notice the heads of other women swivelling to watch the two handsome young men, either. "Here comes the young dick slinger that wants to take advantage of my precious baby girl," Cecile mumbled under her breath. Angela grunted in agreement. "That dick of his is just leading the way over here," she mumbled back, then got kicked under the table by Cecile. "The one in back looks just as dangerous. They're brothers, so they're both probably similarly equipped." "Stop," Angela mumbled. "You trying to get me wet?" They both watched as Anastacia hugged and kissed the first young man on the cheek. She had an arm around him and turned to them bubbling. "Micheal, meet my mother and godmother, Cecile and Angela..." Both women's mouth fell as Mikey looked at them just as shocked. "This is your mother?" he asked, pointing at Cecile. "We look alike, don't we?" Anastacia gushed, leaning into Jerome and wrapping her arms lovingly around him. "And your godmother?" Mikey asked for clarification. Everyone composed themself. Quickly. Mikey laughed and nodded before answering Anastacia. So I hadn't fucked her mother. Mama finer than her godmother, though. Mmm-mmm-mmm! I damn sure want to hit mama now that I done blessed my eyes on her fine ass. Damn! Mikey snapped out of his musings quickly. "Like sisters, rather than mother and daughter," he said to Anastacia. He turned back to Angela and Cecile. "It's a pleasure to meet you Cecile," he said, shaking her hand. He turned to Angela, who was blushing. "It's a pleasure to see you again, Angela. And learn your name." Angela shook his hand, relieved and slightly embarrassed. "It's good to see you again, too, Micheal," she said, stressing his name. "Mikey..." Anastacia, who had been planting a kiss on Jerome's lips, turned around and asked, "You two know each other?" Angela glanced nervously at Cecile, then to Mikey, then back at Anastacia. "I...we..." Mikey chuckled. "We met in IHOP's parking lot the other night. We were there to get rid of our late night cravings," Mikey said mischievously. "Very interesting night," he chuckled. Cecile and Angela nodded and smiled. "What a coincidence," Anastacia gushed. "This is Jerome," she bubbled, pulling him closer to her. "Jerome, meet my mother, Cecile, and my godmother, Angela." "A pleasure to meet you, Cecile, or should I call you Mom?" he said, shaking her extended hand. He held her gaze and smiled. Cecile chuckled. "Cecile will do just fine. I'm too young and fine to be anyone's mother," she joked. "You're right about that," Mikey agreed, causing Cecile to blush. Jerome turned to Angela. "It feels as if I know you already, Angela. I've heard so much about you," he said, shaking her hands and giving her a telling smile. *** After an entertaining and enjoyable lunch, Angela and Cecile sat in Cecile's burgundy Jaguar XK and watched as Anastacia kissed Jerome on the lips. "Ain't no saving her," Angela said. "She's already in love...and he probably hasn't even put the dick on her yet. And the older brother seems smoother and much more refined than the younger brother. If that translates over to the bedroom, she's in for a hell of a treat. One thing for sure, she's not going to be shortchanged sexually." Cecile looked over and smiled. "Well, you experienced the younger brother and he rocked your world. I still don't believe you talked me out of messing with Jerome, but you went ahead and did it..." Cecile paused, shook her head and chuckled, "...only you ended up seducing the wrong brother. And from the way you described it, it was worth it. And it turned out all good in the end." What Angela hadn't told Cecile was that she thought they had ran a train on her ass. She still wasn't sure, but before the blindfold, Mikey had fucked her raw dog and came in her; with the blindfold on, he had made love to her using a condom. The dick had felt the same --the bodies, too-- but why would he have decided to wrap up then? It would have been too late. Mikey was Dr. Jekyl and Jerome was Mr. Hyde. "Well the good thing about it is now you don't have to feel guilty about pretending to be me, and for fucking your godchild's man. And you're free to get more of that young dick that you can't stop thinking about." "I haven't thought about that dick since that night." Cecile looked at her and hooted. Then she frilled her lips and asked, "So what you're saying is that you're not going to fuck him again? Let me know, now," Cecile chimed, pulling out her phone, already scrolling for Jerome's cell phone number. "It's obvious those two can keep a secret. Both of them knew what you were trying to do and they probably think, no, now they're assuming that I was in on it since you had my car and phone. They could have busted us, but they didn't. Why didn't they? Only conclusion I can come to is so that Mikey could hit that again," Cecile said pointing over at Angela's lap. "They ain't slick. You neither. You want that young dick again..." "Okay, damnit! I'm not saying I wouldn't let Mikey hit it again, but I don't care if you get you a lil taste. In fact, I highly recommend that you get him to take you to his place, blindfold and tie you up to his bed, so you can experience that Dr. Jekyl, Mr. Hyde loving," Angela suggested, and laughed. "I sure as hell could use some of that," Cecile said, resting her cell phone in her lap. "Remember what we use to say in college..." "...Ain't no fun if your girl can't get none," they both sang together, then started laughing. *** Driving out of the parking lot, Jerome and Mikey laughed and slapped high-fives. "That went rather well," Jerome said. "I want to do Cecile," Mikey said. "You saw the way she was looking at me while we ate? She heard about the dick I put on her girl, you can believe that!" Mikey boasted. "Yeah, I'm quite sure she bragged about what happened to her after she woke up rather than what happened before she went to sleep," Jerome chuckled. "In your dreams!" Mikey said, laughing. "It would have been nice if it had been Anastacia's mother, bro...she's fine as fuck. I'll marry that cougar. But if it had been Cecile, you would have gotten to fuck mother and daughter. How many people can say they did that? But don't worry, Cecile's going to call. You better just hope you're home when I blindfold her sexy ass." Both of them laughed. They stared at each other, then said in unison, "Ain't no fun if my bro can't get none!" ** More Jerome and Mikey coming soon. Full length novel, "Bahamain Brothers." Stay tuned......

HIGHWAY TO HEAVEN By Justin Case "You sure you're not too drunk to drive?" Sheryl asked Toya. "Girl, I'm not drunk. I'll be alright." "Okay, drive slow...and watch out for the police." "We're going to follow you. We've got to pass your place to get to my house anyhow," I yelled as I opened the car door. "You don't think she's going to make it home in one piece?" Sheryl asked as she slid into the passenger seat and fastened her seat belt. "We're going to follow her home to make sure. You, on the other hand, definitely ain't going to make it home in one piece?" I stated, running my hand up her bare thigh. Sheryl had been grinding all over me in the club. We had been grinding up on each other all night. She even let me slip my hand beneath her little black mini to feel how wet she was. She had been soaking wet for me. It's been about three weeks, and I hadn't hit yet. I was tempted to try and get me some right there in the club. If her girl, Toya, hadn't been there cock-blocking, I probably would have. "I've got an early flight in the morning, so you know you can't keep me out all night. I can't even take the chance of coming inside when I stop at your house to pick up my car. You might not want to let me go home." "Well in that case, you need to go ahead and take that skirt and those drawers off now," I said, glancing over at her as I pulled out of the parking lot behind Toya. "You're kidding, right?" she giggled. "No, I'm not," I replied, stroking her love sponge through her wet undies. "You're so wet...been wet from in the club." "Mmm, that feels good, baby." "Take these drawers off and I'll really make it feel good," I said, tugging on the edges of her undies as I got onto the on ramp for the highway. I slipped my index finger between her underwear while she unfastened her seat belt and wiggled out of her skirt and underwear. I stroked her wet lips and her hips rose up from the seat to meet my fingers. I prepped two fingers in her juices, letting them dance across her outer folds before penetrating her. Her inner muscles snuggled my fingers as I let them dance around in her. Sheryl dropped her seat back and kicked off her heels. She had this salacious glow that had me hard as steel. She swiveled until she was sideways in the seat facing me, giving me a better angle to work from. Our eyes locked, and then she tore off her top. My eyes travelled down to her perky, cupcake-sized breasts. The way I had my hand positioned while fingering her became uncomfortable, so I had to rotate my hand. Now my palm was cupping her wet sponge and making contact with every part of her sex. I leaned over to suck her breast, trying to keep my eyes on the road at the same time. She squealed when I nibbled on her left nipple. That only encouraged me on. I let my thumb run circles around her swollen clit while my tongue worshipped her breasts. Sheryl bucked and rolled her hips, fucking my fingers. She struggled to reach across me. Pressing her breast hard into my mouth, she unfastened my seatbelt, and then started unbuckling my pants. I turned loose her breast and tried to focus on the road, all the while continuing to finger her. I stroked her so good that she couldn't concentrate on what she was doing. She sprang up and tried to crawl away from my fingers. She was wide-eyed and panting. I brushed my fingers across her clit, causing her to scoot way back on the reclined seatback. She was damn near sitting in the backseat. "What are you running for? Come back here," I ordered, reaching my sticky fingers back for her. "I'm not going to let you make me cum like that. If you want me to cum, you're going to have to fuck me!" "Fuck you? But I want to make love to you." She started laughing. "Make love to me? You order me naked in a moving vehicle and you want to make love...this isn't the place to make love," she chuckled. "As much as I would love for you to make love to me, right now, a simple fuck is all we have time for." Shit! She just laughed at me. But on the real, what kind of weak shit was that? 'I want to make love to you!' Look how a player like me let this woman laugh at me. Fuck is what I had in mind all along. So what she said was actually music to my ears." Must be the alcohol talking, 'cause I know that wasn't me just say that weak shit...not that I don't want to make love to you. It's just like you said, this isn't the time, nor the place to make love," I said, trying to clean up that shit. I was fucking up my words left and right. It's a good thing she's already naked, if not, I might have talked myself out of the pussy for sure. Sheryl grinned. She lunged forward and attacked me. Remember, I'm driving on the highway...with my dick pounding against my stomach...with a half naked woman that I haven't fucked yet. She pulled my face to the side and kissed me enthusiastically. Our tongues intertwined and a melodic moan escaped her lips. I felt her melt. I was floating. I was elated. This was paradise, heaven...or a foretaste of it. I had to strain to keep at least one eye on the road ahead. Her hands had my belt and pants unbuckled in no time. Chris --nickname for my dick, short for Christopher Columbus the explorer, discoverer of new worlds-- was out and in her warm hands in no time. "Don't stroke him," I said as I slid the seat all the way back. "I can stroke him myself. Do something to him that I can't do." Sheryl pulled off what was left of her torn top. She was completely naked now. "Raise up," she ordered, reaching over me to pull down my pants. After a bit of twisting and turning, she was able to get my pants down below my knees without me swerving from lane to lane. I got my left leg out and didn't worry about the right leg. "Lay the seat back so I can get my feet up and behind you." I laid the seatback as flat as it would go, then I scooted up on it just a little bit so that Sheryl could squeeze her slender frame between me and the steering wheel. Sheryl hopped over and straddled me. It worked out perfectly. She was dripping wet again. I could feel the warmth coming from her love sponge. Her clit was short and perky like her nipples. Same size too. A nipple at the apex of her lithe thighs. A nipple that I wanted to put my lips and tongue on. While she teased the opening of her love canal with Chris's head, I had to find a good angle that would allow me to suck on her delicious cupcakes and still be able to see the road ahead. Sheryl's breasts were just the right size to fit completely into my mouth. Her nipples were like ripened cherries on top. Mouth-watering and delicious. I plucked at her cherry, made circles around her sensitive, glazed areolas, then took the entire breast into my mouth when she slid Chris into her love canal. I wanted to sing out loud as I entered and discovered a whole new world. It was a perfect fit. Nice and snug. I wanted to stay in there forever. If she knew how to work her muscles, I would be in heaven. "Fuck!" I yelled as my tire hit the warning grooves then the gravel on the side of the highway. "If you're going to run off the road --as much as I would hate it-- I'm going to get up off this sweet dick," Sheryl cooed, gyrating slowly on my dick. "Chris wouldn't like that," I said as I got the car driving straight again. I really couldn't keep my focus on the road. It felt too damn good. The things that she was doing to me had my toes curling in my boots. I kept one hand on the steering wheel, the other I used to fondle her breasts. As much as I wanted to suck on her sweet little cupcakes, I dared not. I kept my gyrations and strokes short. I let her do most of the work. If I tried to give her the loving that I had for her, we might end up wrapped around a pole or something. I steeled myself against the accentuated rise and fall of her spiraling hips. I wanted so badly to get into a groove with her, but I knew I wouldn't be able to hold on. This pussy was too good, I've been waiting too long for this pussy to fuck up and cum too quick. As soon as I thought it, I felt my nuts churning, I stopped moving. Sheryl kissed my lips, moved to the tip of my nose, over to my cheek, and then finally, she nibbled on my ear. Her breath was hot and sweet against my flesh, "Cum!" she whispered, oscillating her hips more erotically, More energetically. "No!" I mumbled, fighting to hold on. "Why not? I. Want. You. To," "Unnn-unnnl" I said, shaking my head and trying to focus on Toya's car up ahead. "When I cum...I want you to cum with me," I said, gritting my teeth, and fighting with everything I had. "That's so sweet...but...it's going to take your second round to make me cum. I don't cum easily. You’ve got to put in a lot of work..." "I...Oh, yes! I want to put in a lot of work. I...I want to put in some overtime." "Cum for me...and then you can put in some work. Don't you like how this pussy feels?" she asked seductively. I started grinding deep into her as her muscles clamped gently around Chris. Her loving was so soft and tender: her canal narrow and so, so sweet. I wanted to profess my love for her right there and then. Pussy does that to a man. It makes us weak. This woman...Oh, God...this woman was going to make me cum. "Cum for me, baby," she whispered hotly in my ear. Her hips took on a life of its own. She started doing some belly dancing shit on me, and then it felt like my dick slipped into another section of her pussy. This must be the VIP section. I can't explain it. It felt like a spongy cavern...like an underwater cave or something. I squeezed my pubococcygeus (PC) muscles tightly and held it. Then I breathed. I wanted to prolong my ejaculation. I actually wanted to send it the fuck back. Sheryl had other thoughts on her mind, though. She switched up her rhythm. This time she rolled her hips in small, tight circles. Her tongue found my mouth and I found it difficult to keep my eyes opened, much less on the road. I pulled away from her kiss. "We're going to crash," I huffed, trying to get away from her potent kiss. Three little words came out of her mouth. "Cum. For. Me." Wouldn't you know, I felt my body betraying my brain. My own body was obeying her commands. "No! Not yet," I whimpered, trying to convince my body to listen to me instead of her. "I want to satisfy you first." "I'll be satisfied when you splatter my walls..." "Jesus!" I shot. I couldn't help it. She clamped down on my dick as she spoke, wiggling her stomach and ass in a way that had to have come from an advance belly dancing class. I felt my cum rising to the top. Sheryl felt me swelling in her. "God! I've wanted this for the past three weeks..." What? I shouted in my mind. I've been trying to get this pussy for the past three weeks without success and she has the nerve to tell me she wanted to feel me bust a nut up in her for the same three fucking weeks. My nut went back where the fuck it came from. Since she wanted to feel my nut so badly, I was going to make her suffer just like she made me suffer for the past three weeks. "So are you going to satisfy me?" she asked seductively. "Yes," I answered, giving her some of my own creativity. "Oooooh...Ummm...that feels...Uuuuuuuuuhhhhhh!" Her speech and breathing came to an abrupt stop when my fingers slid between us and played with her swollen, unguarded clit. My strokes and fingering brought on a mad rush of sensations...more for her than me. Sheryl latched on to me and locked her legs around my back. She was stroking like she was doing the breaststroke. Each stroke ground her clit harder into my talented fingers. Her passionate sing-song cries told me all I needed to know; she would not take as long to cum as she had pretended. "Someone...feels...as...if...they're getting ready to cum," I said, giving her one straight stroke with each word. She grunted and ground down hard on each of my strokes. "You...you’re cheating..." "And. You...know...you... love...how...this...makes... you...feel. Don't...you?" I asked, giving her a new set of strokes. All short but on target to find that ever elusive g-spot. I thought I had found it, but when I went back to the same spot, she twisted so that I couldn't hit it. "I felt that," I said, gripping her winding waist with one hand to try and hold her where she was. I started hitting the spot. Her legs trembled each time, so I knew I had it right this time. She sounded so sexy and proper when she cursed. "Please don't fuck me like this. You gonna make me cum. Oh, Baby, don't make me cum. Please! I don't want to cum." Sheryl sounded on the verge of tears as she begged me to stop fucking her so good. She claimed that she didn't want to cum, but she never stopped her exotic gyrations. In fact, she picked up her pace. Her moans and coos got louder and sweeter with each and every stroke. Then we were at our exit. I had to ease up on her to exit safely. Sheryl had enough of a break to catch herself. She continued to ride me, but she rode me as if she really didn't want to cum. She was so fucking close. I found myself getting upset because she didn't cum. What woman wants to fuck and not cum? That didn't make any sense. "Why'd you stop it?" I asked as we coasted to a stop at the light. "Stop what?" she giggled nervously. "You were about to cum," I stated, gripping her by the waist and putting some real pressure behind my strokes. We were stopped at the light, so I suckled on her right breast, swirling my tongue over and around her nipple. Sheryl wrapped her forearms tightly around my head and started grinding down on Chris like she had done before. Those sensually exquisite strokes. The exotic grinding. "I told you...I don't cum easy," she said, riding me to a different groove. With my mouth full, and my own impressively creative strokes, I slid one hand between us and stroked her clit lightly. Sheryl's hips rotated, gyrated, oscillated, rocked and rolled in my lap. I started giving her short, but vicious, strokes to her G-spot. And, I managed to hold her ass in place. Her pace quickened. Her grunts increased several decibels. They were almost as loud as mine were. Headlights doused us from behind as another car exited off the highway. The light was still red, so I wasn't concerned. I switched my mouth over to her other nipple, sucked, kissed, flicked, then latched on when she started making those sweet, sexy sounds. She was right where I had her before. My mouth ached to kiss her. I raised my head up and our lips crashed together. My tongue slipped between her lips, invading her mouth. Our tongues danced together, tasting each other, feasting on each other. I glanced up and saw that the light was still on red. Toya was directly in front of us, and using the rear view mirror, I realized that the car that had exited a few seconds ago had come to a stop directly behind us. Sheryl was body waving me to ecstasy and I was grinding her into oblivion. My strokes were loving but vicious. I felt her breathing change. I gripped her ass with both hands and started raising her up and down while I delivered my devastating strokes. She wasn't going to get away this time. Sheryl gasped, then she bit my tongue. Her fingernails raked into my shoulders. She started humping me so fast that I had to move my hands from near her ass. I couldn't hold on. And, my hand was in danger of being crushed on the steering wheel. Sheryl was cumming. I was cumming. The light turned green. Toya pulled off. A car horn blew from behind us. I wasn't moving. Well my car wasn't moving. Me personally, I was moving mountains. Changing the flow of her rivers and streams. I was getting in some good, hard, strokes as her pussy clamped around me. Her pussy was biting. I fell into that pocket. This must be the mysterious snapping pussy. Her sponge-like muscles massaged my head as it swelled. Her juices flowed freely. She held on and trembled against my body. No words escaped from our lips. She freed my tongue from between her teeth, and then kissed it tenderly. Lovingly. She nurtured it back to health. My dick throbbed as I felt the pressure building. I was ready to erupt. I felt my hot lava rising. My legs trembled as the lava rose. I sucked on Sheryl's tongue as if the harder I sucked, the faster I would cum. Sheryl knew I was cumming along with her. This was what she wanted. Her body continued its erotic dance as she wiggled and gyrated to the sweetness I was giving her. The first shot was painful. The blast made me see bright lights all around us. I wrapped my arms around Sheryl tightly as my lava spewed into her, mixing with her juices; cumming as she came. I held her tightly, making sure that she got it all. The sounds of sex, wet sex, permeated through the vehicle --snapping and sloshing sounds-- as we continued to discharge our bodily fluids. Sheryl screamed. It wasn't an orgasmic scream. I opened my eyes. There were bright lights on either side of the car. Strobbing red and blue lights flashed from behind us. There was a tapping on my window. It was the police. Sheryl tried to move off of me, but the officer shouted for her to stay exactly where she was and for me to let down the window. There was one flashlight in my face: one in Sheryl's face. I had no choice. I had to let down the window. I was caught, so I had to play it as cool as possible to ensure that this didn't blow up too big. I had to appeal to the man in them. "Good morning, Officer," I said politely, looking up but unable to see his face due to the bright light shining in my eyes. "Do you know what you are doing could get. you killed?" "I'm sorry, Officer...we just got caught up in the moment." "Caught up in the moment?" the officer scowled, pulling his credentials. "I know that you're an officer...you don't have to show me your badge," I chuckled nervously. "You don't recognize the name?" "I can't see shit...I meant...I can't see anything. You have that bright light shining directly in my eyes." "Here, take a look now?" he said, taking the light out of my eyes and shining it on his badge and ID. "Keith Barker," I read out loud, shaking my head. "No, I don't recognize that name. Am I supposed to know you, Officer?" "Keith..." "You, shut the fuck up!" he shouted, shining the flashlight into Sheryl's face. Sheryl shut up and used her arms to hide her breasts. "Officer, I'm the one that's responsible for this. There’s no need to speak to her that way." "I can speak to her any damn way I please," he snarled. Now I was getting worried. This officer was losing his cool. And his hand --the one that had been holding his badge-- was now on the butt of his service weapon. "Officer..." "You don't recognize my name? Barker?" he snapped, cutting me off. "No, Officer, I don't." I snarled, growing impatient also. "If you're going to give me a ticket, then go ahead and give it to me..." "Ticket! You could lose your life..." "There's no reason to blow this out of proportion," I said, cutting his tirade off. "You're lucky that I don't blow your fucking head off..." "Just wait one fuc... Just wait one minute. I know what we we’re doing is illegal but..." "What is your name?" "You want my license and registration?" "I asked you a question. What.Is.Your.Name?" "Ryan." "Ryan, what is your passenger's name?" "Sheryl..." "Sheryl? That's a hoot. Is that the name she gave you? How long have you two been seeing each other?" "Keith..." Sheryl started. "I told you to shut up,” the officer yelled. ''Well, Ryan, her name isn't Sheryl. Her name is Tameka. Tameka Barker." "Tameka Barker," I repeated, looking at her. "This your brother?" "Brother? Try her fucking husband," he snarled. What the fuck...."Husband? Your muthafucking husband?" I asked, looking from him to her. I went slap-the-fuck off. "Bitch you trying to get me fucking killed? You're married...and married to a fucking gun-toting fucking policeman," I shouted, opening the car door. Keith --her husband, the police officer-- jumped back and drew his weapon. I pushed open the door and shoved her ass up off my dick, out of my lap, out of the car, and flat on her ass in the middle of the street. Keith's reaction was one of a concerned husband. All I could say is that he took it better than I would have. For that, I'm thankful. He didn't shoot me. He holstered his gun and bent down to pick up his naked, cum-draining-out-of-her-pussy, cheating ass wife. I reached over to the passenger side floorboard, picked up her bag and shoes, then tossed them out on both their asses. I was cussing while I was tossing her and her shit out too. I was fucking hot. "Bitch, you fucked up in the head. You trying to get me fucking killed? Suppose your husband started fucking shooting?" I shouted as I closed my door. I looked him dead in the eyes. "Man you need to handcuff her ass to the bed when you go to work. She could have caused you to shoot my ass and I didn't even know she was married," I said as I shifted the car into drive. The light was green, so I drove off. I ducked, bobbing and weaving as I drove away. I kept my eyes glued to the rear view mirror the entire time, looking back to see if he was going to shoot or come after my ass. He wasn't paying my ass any attention. He was too busy helping his wife's cheating ass up out the street. His partner wasn't checking for me either. He was too busy taking off his jacket to cover her up. Shit! I stepped on it. I was gone. One week of refusing to answer her phone calls. One week of listening to her messages while she was on her trip. One week of not being able to sleep. One week of paying extra attention to every police car that I saw. One week of not knowing if her husband was going to come after me. One week of wondering. One week of stress. One week of missing that snapping pussy. Then I decided to answer her call after she left a message that she was back in town. I decided to hear her out. She explained that it was by sheer luck --I wouldn't have used the word luck, though-- that Keith happened to come off at that exit at that time. He hadn't been following us. He didn't know that she was in my car. It was just our bad luck. Plain and simbple. Fifteen minutes later, she was at my door. A minute after that, I was right where I belonged; back up in that nice, sweet, snapping pussy. If her husband could forgive her good-pussy-having-ass, who am I to not extend her the same courtesy? My motto is: "What don't kill you, makes you braver...and HARDER."

AIN'T NO FUN... "I'm just saying, he's too old for my baby," Cecile stated, staring at her best friend, Angela. "Anastacia is not a baby. She's 21, for Christ's sake. And so what if he's a few years older than her. A mature man can help her..." "Can take advantage of her.... All my baby knows is sports and her school work. She's not into men like that. He's going to hurt my baby..." "You don't even know the man..." "I know men!" Cecile stated firmly. "All of them are just alike. They all think with their dicks and not their hearts." "That's not fair, besides, she just met him...what...three weeks ago when she was home. All they've been doing is talking on the phone." "She chases me off the phone to answer his calls," Cecile said, exasperated. "He's the first person she talks to in the morning, and the last at night." Angela chuckled. "You're going to have to let go...cut her navel string one day, Cecile. You should be happy that she's finally getting a taste of love." "That's not love," Cecile snarled. "That man wants to fuck my baby and then he's going to leave her high and dry. He's going to hurt my baby's heart." "How you know he's not Mr. Right?" "Mr. Right Now," Cecile scowled. "I think you are being too hard on the man. Besides, give him time to show who he really is. If he's a dog, in time, it'll come out. A dog can't hide forever." "That's just it, Angela, we don't have any time. He wants to take her on a cruise when she comes home for summer break." "That's so nice," Angela swooned. "She comes home in a week." "I know you're a concerned mother, but don't do anything that will cause Anastacia to be mad at you." "I'm going to do what I have to do to make sure this dog doesn't hurt my baby." "Be careful, Cecile. Very careful. This shit could backfire on your ass and ruin the realtionship you two have." "This is a grown ass man I'm trying to protect her from. He's nothing but an old dog trying to take advantage of my baby. And I'm not going to let that happen!" * * * "Coming out to the club ain't nothing like it used to be, bro," Jerome said to his younger brother, Mikey, as they waited for the parking valet to bring Jerome's Maxima. "I remember when I coulda come to the club and pick, choose and refuse hos." "You ain't lying, bro. All I come out for now is to get my drink on and unwind after busting my ass all week," Mikey explained. "I feel you," Jerome said as the valet stopped in front of him. He tipped the valet and jumped behind the wheel. Mikey jumped in the passenger's seat. "That's why I always pick up one a my lil tricks, get her some weed, something to eat, and take her to a hotel til I come back from the club." Jerome laughed as he pulled off. "And what do you do if you find something in the club?" "Go fuck! Then go to the hotel and fuck again," Mikey stated like it should have been obvious. Jerome started laughing. "You always fucking with hos that live with their man." "Them the best ones. Let someone else deal with them hos problems. I fuck. That's what I do. Them some nice hos that I fuck, but hos have too much drama when involved in relationships." "So, what you saying is that it's stress free and less drama when you the other man?" "Hell yeah! See you wouldn't understand 'cause you have all them hos feeling like you're their man..." "But I don't have no drama." Jerome laughed. "See, you be fucking with them good girls. The professional women. I ain't gonna lie, bro, you run your hos..." The sound of Jerome's ringing phone stopped Mikey midspeech. Jerome checked his caller ID. "Anastcia's mom! What the fuck?" "Anastacia? That tall, fine ass chick that plays volleyball for UCON? The one you met in the club about three weeks ago?" "Yeah. Wife to be." Jerome grinned. "What the hell you doing with her mother's cell phone number, bro? More importantly, what her mother doing calling you at three forty five in the morning? Booty call?" "Shut up!" Jerome said, pressing the green icon. "Hello?" "Hello? Where are you?" a female voice asked. It wasn't Anastacia for sure. The woman sounded a little older. "On my way home?" Jerome answered tentatively. "I thought you were taking me to get something to eat?" she asked, sounding disappointed. She sounded a little tipsy too. Jerome stifled a laugh as he looked across to his brother who was making fuck faces and humping motions in the passenger seat. "May I ask who you want to speak to?" "Who is this?" she asked, sounding alarmed. "Is this Jermaine?" "No, I'm sorry you must have dialed the wrong number." "Who is this? Your number is programmed into my phone," she demanded. "This is Jerome. I'm a friend of Anastacia's..." "Anastacia's friend? What your number doing program in my phone?" she asked with a little attitude. "Is this her mother?" "Yes, it is!" "I met her when she was home three weeks ago. She had your phone... I think her phone had gotten stolen..." "Oh yeah, I remember now," she chuckled, sounding a bit at ease. "I'm sorry for calling you at this hour..." "That's quite alright..." "I was trying to call a friend of mine. He was supposed to take me for something to eat, but he disappeared on my as...listen to me, I'm telling you all my business. Alcohol just loosens my tongue. I'm sorry for calling you." "That's okay. It was nice talking to you," Jerome said, chuckling. "Please don't tell Anastacia...she hates when I go out for drinks." "It'll be out little secret," Jerome said, chuckling. "Promise?" she cooed. "I promise." "Thank you," she said. "Okay. Drive safely." "You too," Jerome said. "Bye." "Byyyyyye," she sang, ending the call. Mikey laughed. "That was a booty call. Mama want some." "You crazy, bro. Besides, her mama don't know me." "Mama fine?" Mikey asked with a raised brow. "I don't know. I've never met the woman. She sounds sexy as hell, though." "If her daughter takes after her, she probably is fine," Mikey said as he fired up a joint. He hit it and passed it over. Jerome cranked up the volume as he got on I-95 North. He took a hit of the joint and passed it back. "You know what, I'm going home. I don't feel like being bothered with none a my hos tonight. She done got me thinking about Anastacia. And this weed only ga make me hungry. I'll drop myself off and you can take my ride." "My car already by the hotel. Why can't you just drop me off?" Mikey asked as he took out a napkin from his wallet. He unrolled it and took out half a blue pill and threw it in his mouth. Then he chugged the remainder of the water that he had brought out of the club. "Because I don't feel like passing home to drop you off. Just drop me and carry the car." Five minutes later, Jerome pulled in front of their house, pressed the button for the garage door and hopped out. It wasn't until he was inside and upstairs getting undressed that he remembered his cell phone. He had left it in the Max. Three minutes later, Mikey stared at his brother's ringing phone. Anastacia's mom. What the fuck does she want now? I'm not answering that shit, he thought as he headed on a collision course for the hotel. The phone stopped ringing, then started up again. Mikey ignored it again. The third time it rung, he answered it. It has to be an emergency. "Hello?" "Are you home already," the female asked. "No..." "Well why weren't you answering the phone? You making a booty call or something?" "No," Mikey said, then took a pull on the joint, laughing because she didn't know it wasn't Jerome she was talking to. "Are you smoking?" She sounded intrigued rather than repugnant, so he said, "Mmmm-hmmm." Her voice became soft and sounded sexy. "I called to ask a favor..." "What kind of favor?" Mikey asked. "Well my friend had to run home to his nagging ass wife, and I'm hungry. But I don't want to sit in IHOP by myself, not at this hour. Why don't you join me? My treat." "Which IHOP are you at?" "I'm not there yet. I was calling to see if you'd meet me first." "Which one are you going to?" "I live in Sawgrass...there's one right off of University." "I know where it is. I'm about five minutes away." "Alright. I'll meet you there. What are you driving?" she asked. "A black Nissan Maxima. You?" "I'm in a burgundy Jaguar XK." "Niiiice," Mikey sang. "I'll be in the parking lot when you get there." "Don't smoke it all before I get there," she purred. Mikey hung up the phone and laughed. If mama fine, I'm damn sure gonna try and fuck. Especially if she trying to get her smoke on. Seven minutes later, Mikey watched as the burgundy XK pulled in at the IHOP. She pulled right next to him, shut off the engine and got out. From what he could see over the roof of the car, Mama was pretty as fuck. And young looking. When she walked around the back of the car and he got a good look at her body, his dick started getting hard. "Damn, Mama fine as fuck!" Voluptuous. Now I know why she didn't want to go into IHOP by herself. Anywhere she go, she'll get all kinds of unwanted attention. Especially in the skirt and top she's wearing. Her outfit wasn't revealing or slutty or anything; it was classy and tasteful, but emphasized everything she had. Mikey took a hit and leaned over and opened the passenger door for her. Her smile lit up the interior. "Oh that smells wonderful," she said as she hopped in and closed the door behind her. "I haven't smoked since college," she said, taking the offered joint. "I plan on stopping when I get my MBA." Mikey chuckled. She took a long draw. "You might want to take it easy with that," Mikey said a second too late. She started coughing, but she refused to pass the joint. She held it as she eyed him over. She took another hit, pulling a little easier this time. She kicked off her slingbacks and twisted sideways to face him. She caught his eyes locked onto her cleavage and smiled. She brought the joint up to her lips and took another pull. The weed had her feeling good. And the wine she had drank earlier had made her extremely horny. She knew she could get any man she wanted, so this was going to be fun. And easy. I'll expose the dog and save Anastacia from a broken heart. She ran her fingers playfully over her collarbone, then down between her breasts. Mikey's dick stiffened. The blue pill was in full effect. Either he was going to fuck mama, or he had to get to the hotel to Shelley Ann. "So you gonna let me hit that?" Mikey asked. "You're not shy at all, are you?" She blushed. "You sure you can handle me?" she asked, leaning forward and rubbing the inside of his thigh. "I was referring to the joint, but since you brought it up," he said, making his dick jump in his pants, "I'm sure I can handle whatever challenges I'm presented with." Their eyes locked. "My question is, can you?" Her hand slid from his thigh to his throbbing dick. "Mmmmm, this is nice," she swooned. "You can take it out to get a better feel of it. Underneath all this cloth really doesn't do it any justice. It really is a work of art," Mikey boasted. She accepted his challenge without a moment's hesitation. She unzipped his pants and took it out. Ten inches of throbbing black meat. "Oh, God. This is...we need to go someplace. Anyplace," she said as she skinned the foreskin back, leaned over and started kissing and licking his head. "Ohhh shittttt!!! Where do you want to go?" Mikey barely got out as his eyes threatened to roll back into his head. "Anywhere," she mumbled as she kissed and licked and flicked her tongue around his head greedily. Mikey leaned the seat back until he was almost lying flat. He hit the joint one more time as she got more enthusiastic with her tongue. He knew he wasn't going to come from a blowjob, but it felt too fucking good to stop her. He reached over and started caressing her ass. Damn! Her ass was so soft, it made him whimper. He wanted to get up in her, but he couldn't do that in the Maxima. And he definitely couldn't do it in IHOP's parking lot. He couldn't take her to a hotel, because he didn't have enough cash for that. And he didn't want to go to her place, because he didn't know if he could do that, nor what her relationship status was. The only place he could take her is home. "What about your car?" Mikey asked. She didn't stop to answer. She flailed her hand as if she didn't care about that. Fuck it, he thought and fired up the Maxima. He positioned his hand so that he could steer over her as she continued to feverishly work his dick. She was sucking; he was caressing and fondling her breasts, and every part of her that he could touch. Both of them were making all the appropriate noises as he raced home. When he pulled into the garage and shut down the engine, she finally raised her head from his lap. She kissed him like a possessed woman. Hungrily. Greedily. Mikey's dick ached to get up in her. "Let's go," he said as the garage door finished rolling down and the automatic light flicked off. They got out the Maxima, and as he stood at the front waiting for her to come around to him, he really got a good look at her. She didn't seem a day over thirty five. As young as he was, he was confident that he was gonna kill her sexy old ass with dick. Lust was oozing from her face. She grabbed his hand and pulled him tightly against her body. They were about the same height, so everything lined up. Their lips smashed against each others. Wisps of pleasurable moans escaped her lips as their tongues darted back and forth in each other's mouth. Mikey's hands fumbled with the zipper of her skirt. He got it unfastened, then got a firm grip on her cheeks. He picked her up as if she weighed nothing, spun her around and placed her on the top of the hot hood. She swooned in surprise, wrapped her sculptured legs around his waist and pulled him right into her so that his dick was rubbing her the right way. His hands fumbled with her skirt until he had it up and out of the way. Both of them fumbled with his belt and pants and underwear until nothing was between them except her sodden underwear which she savagely pulled to the side so that his raw head could glide up and down between her blood engorged lips. She was grinding desperately against his hot, throbbing head now. Her pussy was hot and wet and aching to feel that throbbing mass of meat. Gripping his hips, she pulled him forward, plunging his rock-hard ten inches into her. She shut her eyes and screamed as his dick stretched and filled her to the brim. She hadn't felt pain and pleasure like that since she lost her virginity. She was trying to get use to the feeling, but he didn't give her time. He started moving that big dick around inside of her. It was hot and hard. Fire coursed through her body. Then there was the additional heat beneath her ass. She found the more she gyrated her ass up and into his deep punishing strokes, the less she felt the heat beneath her ass. This was the first woman over thirty that Mikey has ever had the pleasure of fucking, so he had something to prove. He was fucking her like he had all mankind riding on his performance. His strokes were bringing out all the appropriate noises and fuck-faces that he got out of younger women, so he knew he was beating that pussy up good. That was all the boost his ego needed. He picked her completely up off the hood and slowed down to his wicked winding. "Awwwwwww fuuuuuck, baby! Sssssss!" "You like that," he asked. "Mmmm-hmmmm," she mumbled as he guided her hips into a slow rocking motion that made her clit rub against his muscular pelvis. She started nibbling his lip. "Oh God, yeah. That feels good." "I want you to cum for me before we go inside," he muttered against her sweet lips. "You don't have to worry about...about..." Her whimpering got cut short as tiny jolts of lightning struck all through her causing her body to spasm involuntarily. "0h God, I'm cumming." Her pace quickened and her entire body vibrated as her orgasm resonated through her. Mikey felt good taking her inside. Now he was going to take her upstairs and put a proper fucking on her sexy old ass. He continued stroking her until her orgasm subsided, then he walked toward the door, stirring the pot as he went. He told her to reach behind her and turn the knob. She got the door opened without any problem. The door opened directly into the kitchen, and as they were passing the refrigerator, she stopped him. "Grab something cold to drink." Without losing rhythm, he stopped. She opened the fridge, leaned in a bit, and pulled out two bottles of water. He bumped the door closed and started for the stairs. Going up the stairs was a bit more difficult. Unsteadily, they made their way up bumping into the wall and railing. She was giggling. They slipped and fell. She started laughing, and he covered her mouth quickly as he landed on top of her. Her legs found their way around his waist and she locked both arms around his neck. They kissed passionately as he stroked down into her. She started grunting and humping up to meet his strokes. He felt his head slamming against the gristle at the very back of her pussy. His head felt as if it was curving and going into another portion of her pussy. Each time his head bounced against the gristle, her body convulsed. She bit his tongue as he sped up his thrusts to see if he could get one long convulsion. He got it as she came a second time right there on the stairway. Her legs unfolded from around his waist as he withdrew about eight of the ten inches he had inside her, using only two inches to grind around the front portion of her sweet pussy. She started humping on it and adjusting her hips so that she was angled properly. Then she asked for a little more. He gave her about an inch more. "Ah, fuck yeah! Right there!" she growled as she kept his mushroom head rocking against the spongy area at the top of her pussy. "Fuck!" she hissed. "What are you trying to do to me?" "What every woman wants a man to do to them: satisfy them...and then some," Mikey replied, turning it up a notch. "You...you sure are doing that," she whimpered. "Ohh God! This dick too damn sweet....ooooooeeeeeee. I'm coming again, baby. Fuck meeeeeeee!" Mikey readily complied. Fuck her and then some. Once she caught her breath, Mikey decided it was best to take her into his room before they woke Jerome up. Hmmm. That wouldn't be such a bad idea. He took her into his room and closed his bedroom door. She started undressing him as they made their way to the bed. She took charge now. She stood him up at the edge of the bed and stripped him. After making him step out of his pants and socks --his shoes had gotten discarded somewhere between the kitchen and the stairs-- she kissed her way up his inner thighs, then sucked and licked their sweet mixture of juices of his sack and then moved up his shaft. She pushed him onto the bed, and as she crawled up and over him, she let her hands roam up his muscular thighs, up his washboard stomach, all the way up to his chiseled chest. She leaned down and kissed him as she mounted that throbbing ten inches of glistening dick. When she raised up, his mouth latched onto her nipple as his hands kneaded her breast. She slipped his bulging head between her sodden lips and lowered herself until she was filled to the brim. She positioned her knees on either side of him, leaned back and smiled down at him as she started gyrating her hips. She rode him like only an experienced woman could. She got so into it that the mattress started sliding off the boxspring. About four delicious minutes later, she exploded. Again. Panting and glistening with sweat, she spun around into a reverse cowgirl and started riding that stiff ten inches again. With his palms spanking her ass and his skillful fingers harrassing her swollen clit, it didn't take but a few minutes for her to build up to another sheet-tugging, earth-shattering orgasm. She was totally exhausted, now. Mikey wasn't though. He flipped her onto her back and threw her legs over his shoulders. She was too weak to do anything but accept the sweet, punishing strokes that took her to another orgasm. As she floated down from her orgasmic high, he flipped her onto her stomach. Oh shit! This my position right here. Oohhhh shit this...this Gawddammmn...this some good dick. Each stroke was replenishing her energy. She got up on her knees, and much to her delight, he pounded her mercilessly until her knees got weak and she fell flat on her stomach. He didn't miss a stroke. He fell right on top of her and continued to methodically fuck her toward ecstasy. It was obvious to her that her pleasure was his pleasure. She couldn't say that for too many men. And he was properly equipped to give her pleasure. She couldn't say that about too many men, either. His dick had every nerve ending in her pussy tingling. It felt too good for her to tell him to stop or even slow down, but she was truly afraid to cum again. She didn't know if she could handle another orgasm without pulling out her own hair. And then there was the damn soft sheet. It was like a soft, smooth tongue on her clit helping his stiff dick to coax another orgasm out of her. The impending orgasm was too sweet to avoid or even forestall. Fuck it! Dick like this is few and far in between. I'ma take all he has to give. She started throwing her hips up at him. Enthusiastically. She was determined to take his young ass with her this time, though. She started working her inner muscles and immediately felt him yeilding to her muscle control. She started working him over proper. Giving as good as she was getting. A few minutes later, both of them grunting and panting, came to a noisy climax. They moaned and groaned and strained and stroked each other until their orgasms peaked and ebbed. Then they collapsed. She must have dozed off, because she suddenly found herself blindfolded and tied to the bed with silk ties. She wasn't afraid; she was tied loosely and could get her hands free if she wanted. But, she didn't want to get free. The things his lips and tongue were doing to her felt refreshing and rejuvenating. Before she knew it, she was begging for him to fill her pussy up again with that hunk of throbbing meat. He obliged her. This time he wasn't fucking her. He was more tender and passionate this time, which was good. He was giving her the Dr. Jekyl and Mr. Hyde loving. She couldn't believe the stamina that he had. She couldn't believe that she could come so many times and still want more. He gave her all she wanted. He gave her so much, she was afraid for Anastacia. Any man putting this much good loving on one woman would make her go against her own mother for him. This the kind of dick that make a women forsake all others. She admitted to herself that she was already trying to figure out how she could get some more of his good loving and he wasn't even finished with her yet. Fuck! What the hell have I gotten myself into? One week later, Cecile said to her daughter, "Anastacia, I don't think you're thinking this through. He's too old for you..." "Where did you get that from? He's only a few years older than me. He's not like the guys my age, Mom. He's mature," Anastacia argued. "He's experienced...." Angela shook her head and came to her best friend's assistance. "Anastacia, baby, we're just concerned that this older man is going to hurt you..." "But you two have never met him, so how can y'all judge him? I tell you what, why don't I call him and let y'all meet him." Cecile looked at Angela as Anastacia pulled out her cell phone. She didn't want to spoil this weekend, but the sooner Anastacia realized that this Jerome isn't nothing but a dog looking to take advantage of her, the better. Angela looked worried as she stared at Cecile. She wasn't so sure about this, either. Anastacia avoided both their eyes as she brought the phone up to her ear. Both women watched in horror as she spoke to Jerome. Unfortunately, they could only hear one side of the conversation. Both of them prayed that he was busy and couldn't make it. They listened intently. "Hello, Jerome...where are you?" She nodded, then her face lit up as she smiled. "Good. Swing by Boca Mall. Me, my mom and godmother are heading to TGIF. Why don't you meet us...uh-huh. He's your brother...of course you can bring him along. The more the merrier." She giggled. "Okay. I can't wait to see you either. Bye," she cooed, blushing as she ended the call. She smiled at her mother and godmother. "He's on 95, two exits north of here. He's bringing his brother. He's older than me too, but a little closer to my age," she teased. A few minutes after they were seated, Anastacia interrupted her mother's spiel. "Here they are now!" Anastacia bounced up from the booth waving excitedly at the two young men. Cecile cast a wary glance at Angela. "This is going to be awkward. Not to mention ugly." "Tell me about it," Angela mumbled, trying to keep the nervousness from showing on her face. Both women kept smiles plastered on their faces as they watched both young men weave their way toward their booth. They didn't fail to notice the heads of other women swivelling to watch the two handsome young men, either. "Here comes the young dick slinger that wants to take advantage of my precious baby girl," Cecile mumbled under her breath. Angela grunted in agreement. "That dick of his is just leading the way over here," she mumbled back, then got kicked under the table by Cecile. "The one in back looks just as dangerous. They're brothers, so they're both probably similarly equipped." "Stop," Angela mumbled. "You trying to get me wet?" They both watched as Anastacia hugged and kissed the first young man on the cheek. She had an arm around him and turned to them bubbling. "Micheal, meet my mother and godmother, Cecile and Angela..." Both women's mouth fell as Mikey looked at them just as shocked. "This is your mother?" he asked, pointing at Cecile. "We look alike, don't we?" Anastacia gushed, leaning into Jerome and wrapping her arms lovingly around him. "And your godmother?" Mikey asked for clarification. Everyone composed themself. Quickly. Mikey laughed and nodded before answering Anastacia. So I hadn't fucked her mother. Mama finer than her godmother, though. Mmm-mmm-mmm! I damn sure want to hit mama now that I done blessed my eyes on her fine ass. Damn! Mikey snapped out of his musings quickly. "Like sisters, rather than mother and daughter," he said to Anastacia. He turned back to Angela and Cecile. "It's a pleasure to meet you Cecile," he said, shaking her hand. He turned to Angela, who was blushing. "It's a pleasure to see you again, Angela. And learn your name." Angela shook his hand, relieved and slightly embarrassed. "It's good to see you again, too, Micheal," she said, stressing his name. "Mikey..." Anastacia, who had been planting a kiss on Jerome's lips, turned around and asked, "You two know each other?" Angela glanced nervously at Cecile, then to Mikey, then back at Anastacia. "I...we..." Mikey chuckled. "We met in IHOP's parking lot the other night. We were there to get rid of our late night cravings," Mikey said mischievously. "Very interesting night," he chuckled. Cecile and Angela nodded and smiled. "What a coincidence," Anastacia gushed. "This is Jerome," she bubbled, pulling him closer to her. "Jerome, meet my mother, Cecile, and my godmother, Angela." "A pleasure to meet you, Cecile, or should I call you Mom?" he said, shaking her extended hand. He held her gaze and smiled. Cecile chuckled. "Cecile will do just fine. I'm too young and fine to be anyone's mother," she joked. "You're right about that," Mikey agreed, causing Cecile to blush. Jerome turned to Angela. "It feels as if I know you already, Angela. I've heard so much about you," he said, shaking her hands and giving her a telling smile. *** After an entertaining and enjoyable lunch, Angela and Cecile sat in Cecile's burgundy Jaguar XK and watched as Anastacia kissed Jerome on the lips. "Ain't no saving her," Angela said. "She's already in love...and he probably hasn't even put the dick on her yet. And the older brother seems smoother and much more refined than the younger brother. If that translates over to the bedroom, she's in for a hell of a treat. One thing for sure, she's not going to be shortchanged sexually." Cecile looked over and smiled. "Well, you experienced the younger brother and he rocked your world. I still don't believe you talked me out of messing with Jerome, but you went ahead and did it..." Cecile paused, shook her head and chuckled, "...only you ended up seducing the wrong brother. And from the way you described it, it was worth it. And it turned out all good in the end." What Angela hadn't told Cecile was that she thought they had ran a train on her ass. She still wasn't sure, but before the blindfold, Mikey had fucked her raw dog and came in her; with the blindfold on, he had made love to her using a condom. The dick had felt the same --the bodies, too-- but why would he have decided to wrap up then? It would have been too late. Mikey was Dr. Jekyl and Jerome was Mr. Hyde. "Well the good thing about it is now you don't have to feel guilty about pretending to be me, and for fucking your godchild's man. And you're free to get more of that young dick that you can't stop thinking about." "I haven't thought about that dick since that night." Cecile looked at her and hooted. Then she frilled her lips and asked, "So what you're saying is that you're not going to fuck him again? Let me know, now," Cecile chimed, pulling out her phone, already scrolling for Jerome's cell phone number. "It's obvious those two can keep a secret. Both of them knew what you were trying to do and they probably think, no, now they're assuming that I was in on it since you had my car and phone. They could have busted us, but they didn't. Why didn't they? Only conclusion I can come to is so that Mikey could hit that again," Cecile said pointing over at Angela's lap. "They ain't slick. You neither. You want that young dick again..." "Okay, damnit! I'm not saying I wouldn't let Mikey hit it again, but I don't care if you get you a lil taste. In fact, I highly recommend that you get him to take you to his place, blindfold and tie you up to his bed, so you can experience that Dr. Jekyl, Mr. Hyde loving," Angela suggested, and laughed. "I sure as hell could use some of that," Cecile said, resting her cell phone in her lap. "Remember what we use to say in college..." "...Ain't no fun if your girl can't get none," they both sang together, then started laughing. *** Driving out of the parking lot, Jerome and Mikey laughed and slapped high-fives. "That went rather well," Jerome said. "I want to do Cecile," Mikey said. "You saw the way she was looking at me while we ate? She heard about the dick I put on her girl, you can believe that!" Mikey boasted. "Yeah, I'm quite sure she bragged about what happened to her after she woke up rather than what happened before she went to sleep," Jerome chuckled. "In your dreams!" Mikey said, laughing. "It would have been nice if it had been Anastacia's mother, bro...she's fine as fuck. I'll marry that cougar. But if it had been Cecile, you would have gotten to fuck mother and daughter. How many people can say they did that? But don't worry, Cecile's going to call. You better just hope you're home when I blindfold her sexy ass." Both of them laughed. They stared at each other, then said in unison, "Ain't no fun if my bro can't get none!" ** More Jerome and Mikey coming soon. Full length novel, "Bahamain Brothers." Stay tuned......

He'd been watching her arrive home from work every day for two months. Her red sporty car would pull in her drive around 5:25pm and he'd see her stick her long high-heeled leg outside her vehicle before pushing her slender but curvy body out. Usually she was in a tight pencil skirt, with her long brunette hair flowing down, almost to the small of her back. Today it was pulled into a pony tail at the middle of her head. Perfect. Tonight he would finally make her his. He'd been in her room while she was at work...stashing the items for tonight under her bed. Now as he looked out his own blinds across the street, he could see her hang up her keys through the kitchen window. She bounced around on one foot getting her heels off, then she was off, up the stairs to freshen up. He grabbed his black beanie hat and put on his black leather gloves before stepping out his door. Keeping his head down he crossed the street towards her house and quietly crouched on her back porch. After checking the window, he slid open the door and locked the deadbolt behind him....Something she never bothered to do. He could hear the shower running upstairs and immediately imagined her tight body under the stream. Warm water running over her firm tits and dripping off those perfect nipples he was about to see for himself. When the water abruptly turned off, he hurried up the stairs and quickly slid under her bed after pushing his assortment of items out of the way. A corner of the duct tape stuck to his sleeve and he smiled secretly, anticipating what he would soon do with the tape. He heard her footsteps on the hardwood floor then her bare feet appeared next, leading up to toned calfs. She hummed to herself while picking out something in her closet. It seemed to be a red dress, guess she was planning on going out tonight. No such luck princess, he thought to himself. The towel dropped to the floor around her ankles and he scooted himself forward to get a better look. She was holding the dress up to her naked body in the mirror but her backside was completely visible to him from his hiding spot. He saw her perfect ass sway back and forth as she decided on the dress. He wanted so bad to cup both cheeks in his hands before roughly spanking it. She slid into the dress and re-did her pony tail. He watched her bend forward to apply some red lipstick then as she stepped back to admire herself, he knew it was now or never. He made a little noise so she would turn toward the bed and fall on her back as he grabbed her ankle. Her loud scream permeated the room as he scrambled on top of her, grabbing the duct tape as he went. She struggled hard as he pinned her wrists to the ground above her head with his one hand and used his knees to trap her legs. His member was already throbbing in his jeans but he needed to concentrate now. Her eyes were wide and frantic as she searched for a way to get him off of her. But there was no way she could see. He ripped a large piece of duct tape off and slapped it on those perfect lips. Now she could only make muffled noises, and he smiled. He looked down at the top of her cleavage that had spilled above the dress as he spoke. Now princess, you are mine tonight and nothing you do or say will stop me so please save that energy of yours so we can put it to good use. he traced his free gloved hand down her cheek, then slapped it hard once. Her shout of pain was stifled by the tape. I don't want to hurt you again, so please, just do as I say. Understand? Tears spilled over her lids and her body relaxed as defeat filled her features. He loved to dominate like this and break his victims before the fun began. All women are submissives and secretly love being dominated and taken like this. Most just never allow it. In one fluid motion he got up off her and told her to stand up and light the candles by her bed. As she did he turned off the lights and closed the blinds. She was his for the night. Her quiet sobs stopped as he ordered her to turn around and face him. He walked closer and smelled her sweet perfume, while kissing her neck. She stiffened but as she started enjoying it her body went limp. Enough of the foreplay, he needed release. With one pluck, the ties of her halter dress came undone and the dress fell to her midsection. Her supple tits were on full display, her little nipples erect in the candlelight. When she went to cover her boobs he angrily pulled the dress the rest of the way down, while she doubled over trying to hide her naked body. He didn't like her withholding the view from him. Get on the bed, he barked. When she reluctantly obeyed, he reached under the bed and emerged with straps and bindings in his hands. She whimpered as he roughly grabbed her arms and crossed her wrists together above her head. He kneeled between her legs and pinned her thighs open with his knees. Now she was defenseless and ready to be used completely by him. She pulled against the straps until they dug into her skin trying without success to free her legs from his grasp. It was incredibly sexy watching her arch her back in an attempt at getting loose. Her tits bounced with every pull and he just waited while she grunted trying to break free. When she realized there was no escape she closed her eyes and turned her head to the side. Oh no he thought, she is going to watch and enjoy this. Open your eyes bitch! He barked as he whipped his gloved hand against her sensitive nipples. Argh, she made muffled noises of protest but her eyes shot open. I'm going to take the tape off and Your going suck my dick until I say youre done. Got it? For the first time that night she seemed eager and willing. What a nice little slut. He ripped the duct tape off Her mouth and started undoing his jeans. Her eyes got wide and she whispered a hushed oh, as his 9 inch cock sprung out from his boxers. Under the bed he grabbed another set of straps and bound her ankles to each bedpost. Her les were spread open as far as they would go. Perfect for later. He climbed on top of her once again, this time kneeling right in front of her face. She felt the weight of His balls on her chest. Lick the head slut. She did and he rubbed the swollen head of his dick around her chin and cheeks, slowly up to her lipsticked mouth and roughly shoved his cock all the way in. She gagged on his hard member as he forced it in again, working up a rhythm. Her big eyes pleaded with him to stop but it just turned him on more. He grunted as his big balls slapped her chin with each thrust. He loved the feeling of her warm mouth around his dick but he wanted to take that tight pussy of hers. A string of saliva stretched from the tip of his cock to her soft lips before breaking off as he climbed off her chest. "No, please don't!-" She started to protest as he straddled her bound legs. His gloved hand shot up to her open mouth and he slid two fingers inside. "Shhhh, I'll be gentle." He said with a wicked smile. He reached under the bed to grab the blindfold and covered her eyes, much to her dismay. The brunette let out a little whimper. She knew could do nothing to stop what was coming. He took a moment to admire her long legs tied with black leather straps to the bed frame, her naked body breathing heavily in anticipation. From this angle he could see her perky D cups moving up and down with every breath and her pussy spread open waiting for him. He slowly traced his fingers around her shaved mound, not quite touching her clit. She inhaled sharply with every move his expert fingers made on her skin. Her legs quivered as he leaned forward to lightly lick her slit from bottom to top. He took off one glove and all at once rammed his two long fingers in her sex as the girl screamed out in surprise. His hand didn't let up as he fucked her little pussy getting it wet with her own juices. The intruder abruptly stopped and started pumping his cock with his palm, watching this helpless girl bound to her own bed, knowing he was about to fuck her however he pleased. His cock throbbed in his hand and he knew he couldn't wait any longer. He was on his knees on top of her as he slapped her clit with the head of his wet cock a few times before finally plunging inside. Her back arched as she tried to squirm away but it only added to his pleasure as she writhed that body around on his dick. He loved the feeling of her tight pussy walls gripping his cock as she struggled to take it all in. He started moving his hips, fucking her fast and rough. Her pussy clenched his cock with evey thrust and he knew he couldn't last much longer. He leaned forward so he was completely on top of her, He buried his pulsing member all the way to the hilt and came hard inside her trembling body. He slid his softening cock out of her, knowing he would be ready to go again in a minute. "Let me go now.... please!" She practically pleaded with him. "Oh I'm not done with you yet, love." His deep voice sent shivers down her naked spine. He didn't give her any time to recover as he quickly undid her ankle straps and flipped her over with her arms still outstretched and tied in front of her. Seeing her back arched with her sexy ass up in the air had his dick hard again almost immediately. She yelled out as he slapped her ass cheek twice, hard. He reached under the bed and grabbed a ball gag, fastening it around the back of her head. Now he was ready to take that tight, young, ass of hers. Taking off his glove, he spit on her little asshole and started rubbing his thick thumb around it. Plunging his finger in a few times, he could tell his cock would fill up that ass completely. Her cries were muffled by the ball gag but he could make out her words, "No...NO!" He started stroking his rock hard member and put the head right up to the entrance. Her hips jerked wildly trying to get him away from her ass. But he had no plans to stop. Grabbing her hips and scooting her toward him, so she was completely stretched out, ass up for him, he pushed inside her, finally feeling her give up and let him in. His cock slid in and out, getting deeper with each thrust until he couldn't go any further. All the while, her screams were getting more intense as he rammed his dick in as hard as he could, feeling the ring of her ass stretching with every move. He pulled her hair and jerked her head back so she could see how sexy his cock looked buried in between her ass cheeks. He could feel his orgasm building but he wanted to make this last longer. He pulled out of her and flipped her over once again so she was on her back with arms and ankles tied out wide. He put a pillow under the small of her back so she was arching. He opened her nightstand drawer and found her vibrator...bingo. She looked at him wide-eyed shaking her head. She didn't want to cum to this stranger who was taking advantage of her. But he knew how turned on she was even if she wouldn't admit it. It was sexy to have a big man overtaking her, making her feel wanted, and soon she would cum for him more than once. He knelt between her legs and turned on the toy, he started plunging the wand in her pussy and used her own pussy juice to moisten her clit. She was letting out deep moans as he circled her clit and finally let the toy press against it. She started bucking her hips up and around, trying to get away from the intense vibrations, but he kept it on her clit with his strong hands and with a final high pitched moan, he felt her pussy contracting beneath his palm and she came hard over and over. By the time he turned off the toy, she was breathless and silent, staring up at the ceiling. The intruder put his hard cock back to her ass and rammed his full 9 inches in, in one fluid movement and kept up the pace until he could feel the pressure in his balls. He quickly pulled out and stroked his cock twice with his hand and she felt his warm jizz spraying all over her pussy and stomach, even up to one of her heaving breasts. He finally felt the orgasm subside and slouched back onto the bed staring up, as she was. He would clean her off and leave her tied there with the ball gag in, after texting one of her guy friends from her phone. Maybe they would find her here and use her too. He smiled to himself, knowing he could come over anytime. After all, she was only across the street.

He'd been watching her arrive home from work every day for two months. Her red sporty car would pull in her drive around 5:25pm and he'd see her stick her long high-heeled leg outside her vehicle before pushing her slender but curvy body out. Usually she was in a tight pencil skirt, with her long brunette hair flowing down, almost to the small of her back. Today it was pulled into a pony tail at the middle of her head. Perfect. Tonight he would finally make her his. He'd been in her room while she was at work...stashing the items for tonight under her bed. Now as he looked out his own blinds across the street, he could see her hang up her keys through the kitchen window. She bounced around on one foot getting her heels off, then she was off, up the stairs to freshen up. He grabbed his black beanie hat and put on his black leather gloves before stepping out his door. Keeping his head down he crossed the street towards her house and quietly crouched on her back porch. After checking the window, he slid open the door and locked the deadbolt behind him....Something she never bothered to do. He could hear the shower running upstairs and immediately imagined her tight body under the stream. Warm water running over her firm tits and dripping off those perfect nipples he was about to see for himself. When the water abruptly turned off, he hurried up the stairs and quickly slid under her bed after pushing his assortment of items out of the way. A corner of the duct tape stuck to his sleeve and he smiled secretly, anticipating what he would soon do with the tape. He heard her footsteps on the hardwood floor then her bare feet appeared next, leading up to toned calfs. She hummed to herself while picking out something in her closet. It seemed to be a red dress, guess she was planning on going out tonight. No such luck princess, he thought to himself. The towel dropped to the floor around her ankles and he scooted himself forward to get a better look. She was holding the dress up to her naked body in the mirror but her backside was completely visible to him from his hiding spot. He saw her perfect ass sway back and forth as she decided on the dress. He wanted so bad to cup both cheeks in his hands before roughly spanking it. She slid into the dress and re-did her pony tail. He watched her bend forward to apply some red lipstick then as she stepped back to admire herself, he knew it was now or never. He made a little noise so she would turn toward the bed and fall on her back as he grabbed her ankle. Her loud scream permeated the room as he scrambled on top of her, grabbing the duct tape as he went. She struggled hard as he pinned her wrists to the ground above her head with his one hand and used his knees to trap her legs. His member was already throbbing in his jeans but he needed to concentrate now. Her eyes were wide and frantic as she searched for a way to get him off of her. But there was no way she could see. He ripped a large piece of duct tape off and slapped it on those perfect lips. Now she could only make muffled noises, and he smiled. He looked down at the top of her cleavage that had spilled above the dress as he spoke. Now princess, you are mine tonight and nothing you do or say will stop me so please save that energy of yours so we can put it to good use. he traced his free gloved hand down her cheek, then slapped it hard once. Her shout of pain was stifled by the tape. I don't want to hurt you again, so please, just do as I say. Understand? Tears spilled over her lids and her body relaxed as defeat filled her features. He loved to dominate like this and break his victims before the fun began. All women are submissives and secretly love being dominated and taken like this. Most just never allow it. In one fluid motion he got up off her and told her to stand up and light the candles by her bed. As she did he turned off the lights and closed the blinds. She was his for the night. Her quiet sobs stopped as he ordered her to turn around and face him. He walked closer and smelled her sweet perfume, while kissing her neck. She stiffened but as she started enjoying it her body went limp. Enough of the foreplay, he needed release. With one pluck, the ties of her halter dress came undone and the dress fell to her midsection. Her supple tits were on full display, her little nipples erect in the candlelight. When she went to cover her boobs he angrily pulled the dress the rest of the way down, while she doubled over trying to hide her naked body. He didn't like her withholding the view from him. Get on the bed, he barked. When she reluctantly obeyed, he reached under the bed and emerged with straps and bindings in his hands. She whimpered as he roughly grabbed her arms and crossed her wrists together above her head. He kneeled between her legs and pinned her thighs open with his knees. Now she was defenseless and ready to be used completely by him. She pulled against the straps until they dug into her skin trying without success to free her legs from his grasp. It was incredibly sexy watching her arch her back in an attempt at getting loose. Her tits bounced with every pull and he just waited while she grunted trying to break free. When she realized there was no escape she closed her eyes and turned her head to the side. Oh no he thought, she is going to watch and enjoy this. Open your eyes bitch! He barked as he whipped his gloved hand against her sensitive nipples. Argh, she made muffled noises of protest but her eyes shot open. I'm going to take the tape off and Your going suck my dick until I say youre done. Got it? For the first time that night she seemed eager and willing. What a nice little slut. He ripped the duct tape off Her mouth and started undoing his jeans. Her eyes got wide and she whispered a hushed oh, as his 9 inch cock sprung out from his boxers. Under the bed he grabbed another set of straps and bound her ankles to each bedpost. Her les were spread open as far as they would go. Perfect for later. He climbed on top of her once again, this time kneeling right in front of her face. She felt the weight of His balls on her chest. Lick the head slut. She did and he rubbed the swollen head of his dick around her chin and cheeks, slowly up to her lipsticked mouth and roughly shoved his cock all the way in. She gagged on his hard member as he forced it in again, working up a rhythm. Her big eyes pleaded with him to stop but it just turned him on more. He grunted as his big balls slapped her chin with each thrust. He loved the feeling of her warm mouth around his dick but he wanted to take that tight pussy of hers. A string of saliva stretched from the tip of his cock to her soft lips before breaking off as he climbed off her chest. "No, please don't!-" She started to protest as he straddled her bound legs. His gloved hand shot up to her open mouth and he slid two fingers inside. "Shhhh, I'll be gentle." He said with a wicked smile. He reached under the bed to grab the blindfold and covered her eyes, much to her dismay. The brunette let out a little whimper. She knew could do nothing to stop what was coming. He took a moment to admire her long legs tied with black leather straps to the bed frame, her naked body breathing heavily in anticipation. From this angle he could see her perky D cups moving up and down with every breath and her pussy spread open waiting for him. He slowly traced his fingers around her shaved mound, not quite touching her clit. She inhaled sharply with every move his expert fingers made on her skin. Her legs quivered as he leaned forward to lightly lick her slit from bottom to top. He took off one glove and all at once rammed his two long fingers in her sex as the girl screamed out in surprise. His hand didn't let up as he fucked her little pussy getting it wet with her own juices. The intruder abruptly stopped and started pumping his cock with his palm, watching this helpless girl bound to her own bed, knowing he was about to fuck her however he pleased. His cock throbbed in his hand and he knew he couldn't wait any longer. He was on his knees on top of her as he slapped her clit with the head of his wet cock a few times before finally plunging inside. Her back arched as she tried to squirm away but it only added to his pleasure as she writhed that body around on his dick. He loved the feeling of her tight pussy walls gripping his cock as she struggled to take it all in. He started moving his hips, fucking her fast and rough. Her pussy clenched his cock with evey thrust and he knew he couldn't last much longer. He leaned forward so he was completely on top of her, He buried his pulsing member all the way to the hilt and came hard inside her trembling body. He slid his softening cock out of her, knowing he would be ready to go again in a minute. "Let me go now.... please!" She practically pleaded with him. "Oh I'm not done with you yet, love." His deep voice sent shivers down her naked spine. He didn't give her any time to recover as he quickly undid her ankle straps and flipped her over with her arms still outstretched and tied in front of her. Seeing her back arched with her sexy ass up in the air had his dick hard again almost immediately. She yelled out as he slapped her ass cheek twice, hard. He reached under the bed and grabbed a ball gag, fastening it around the back of her head. Now he was ready to take that tight, young, ass of hers. Taking off his glove, he spit on her little asshole and started rubbing his thick thumb around it. Plunging his finger in a few times, he could tell his cock would fill up that ass completely. Her cries were muffled by the ball gag but he could make out her words, "No...NO!" He started stroking his rock hard member and put the head right up to the entrance. Her hips jerked wildly trying to get him away from her ass. But he had no plans to stop. Grabbing her hips and scooting her toward him, so she was completely stretched out, ass up for him, he pushed inside her, finally feeling her give up and let him in. His cock slid in and out, getting deeper with each thrust until he couldn't go any further. All the while, her screams were getting more intense as he rammed his dick in as hard as he could, feeling the ring of her ass stretching with every move. He pulled her hair and jerked her head back so she could see how sexy his cock looked buried in between her ass cheeks. He could feel his orgasm building but he wanted to make this last longer. He pulled out of her and flipped her over once again so she was on her back with arms and ankles tied out wide. He put a pillow under the small of her back so she was arching. He opened her nightstand drawer and found her vibrator...bingo. She looked at him wide-eyed shaking her head. She didn't want to cum to this stranger who was taking advantage of her. But he knew how turned on she was even if she wouldn't admit it. It was sexy to have a big man overtaking her, making her feel wanted, and soon she would cum for him more than once. He knelt between her legs and turned on the toy, he started plunging the wand in her pussy and used her own pussy juice to moisten her clit. She was letting out deep moans as he circled her clit and finally let the toy press against it. She started bucking her hips up and around, trying to get away from the intense vibrations, but he kept it on her clit with his strong hands and with a final high pitched moan, he felt her pussy contracting beneath his palm and she came hard over and over. By the time he turned off the toy, she was breathless and silent, staring up at the ceiling. The intruder put his hard cock back to her ass and rammed his full 9 inches in, in one fluid movement and kept up the pace until he could feel the pressure in his balls. He quickly pulled out and stroked his cock twice with his hand and she felt his warm jizz spraying all over her pussy and stomach, even up to one of her heaving breasts. He finally felt the orgasm subside and slouched back onto the bed staring up, as she was. He would clean her off and leave her tied there with the ball gag in, after texting one of her guy friends from her phone. Maybe they would find her here and use her too. He smiled to himself, knowing he could come over anytime. After all, she was only across the street.

When Lola turned 16 her mother sat her down in the living room, and asked her if she had a boyfriend yet. Lola told her mother, that there was a boy in her school who was interested in her, and she liked him too, but nothing was happening with them. Her mother asked Lola what she knew about sex. Lola blushed and said that they were all told about sex education in school years ago and she knew all about condoms. Lola asked if she should go on the pill yet. Her mother said ''no not yet Lola you don't want to start taking medication that would in time cause problems later down the line''. They talked about condoms and Lola said ''I don't think I'm ready to have sex yet with a boy yet''. ''A boy'' her mother asked! Lola thought a while then said that she has been having feelings for a girl friend of hers in school, but didn't know what and how to deal with them. Her mother asked if she thought the other girl might have the same feeling for her. Lola informed her mother that the other girl Julianne and her had kissed once as a dear. She said it was a quick kiss on the lips and that they both blushed. She also said that she liked the feel of Julianna's lips on hers. Beth told Lola that it was alright to have these feeling, and in time you might want to experiment with them on a special friend! There was a paused the conversation and Lola decided to upstaires and do some studying. Beth told me what they had been talking about, and asked if I had anything to say about the situation asking me if I could talk to Lola about how she was feeling. I was completely useless didn't know what to say and didn't think I could help. So Beth asked if she could deal with the whole thing? I said go for it honey, and thought that would be the last of it! So Beth turned and walked up to chat to Lola, I noticed that Beth had a grin on her face as she turned to walk away. Beth reached Lola's Bedroom door and knocked ''Honey it's mummy can I come in''? Lola said yes and Beth entered closing the door behind her. Beth walked over to Lola who was laying on her bed with her head in a book studying. Beth sat on the side of Lola's bed and asked if they could talk some more about what they had been talking about downstairs. Lola put her book down and said she would like that cause she was feeling confused. Beth told her about when she was in University sharing a room with an old friend and how they would talk about other guy's in Uni, and they both shared stories of past boyfriends. Beth then told Lola that over the year sharing the room with her friend that they both became very close, she told Lola that one day when they got back from a party, having a bit to much to drink that they also dared each other to kiss. Lola asked what did they do. To this Beth leaned forwards and kissed Lola on her lips! Lola was shocked and dazed by what her mum was doing, but Beth just kept on kissing Lola on her lips, Beth's kisses got more daring and more passionate, forcing Lola to open her mouth as Beth slipped her tongue into Lola's warm mouth, tasting Lola's saliva on her tongue. Lola moaned and tried to pull away out of shock, but Beth just put her hands up and held Lola's face in her hands, kissing and probing the sweet wet mouth of her daughter. Lola was like a scared rabbit caught in the headlights of a speeding car, not knowing which way to move but frozen there it time, while Beth just kept kissing her intensely. Before she know what she was doing Lola had started to return the kisses, opening her mouth a little more feeling Beth's tongue dancing round inside her mouth, as she in turn started to suck on her mothers tongue, sliding her own tongue into Beth's mouth probing her mouth and tasting her saliva. Beth started to run her hands down over Lola's shoulders and down the front to Lola's breasts. Lola was a busty woman even at 16 she had developed a sizable bust of 34DD while Beth was a 32D, Beth was caressing Lola's breasts through her Green t-shirt Lola was kissing Beth's mouth with desire she never thought she had, Beth continued running her hands over Lola's breasts, teasing her nipples through the t-shirt and bra. Beth mover her hand up and under Lola's t-shirt, feeling her soft skin as she reach for Lola's breasts, removing the cup supporting one of Lola's breast caressing her skin and finding her nipple, gently squeezing the nipple making it hard to her touch. Lola was now breathing heavier as she started to moan, on hearing the moan's Beth placed her other hand up and under Lola top releasing her other breast from it's cup. Lola raised her arms and Beth pulled her top up over her head revealing Lola's breast, Beth reached round and unclipped Lola's bra letting it fall to the bed as she leant forwards, kissing and suck on Lola's breasts and nipples. Lola looked down and kissed Beth's head as Beth continued to caressing and suck on Lola's nipples, making them hard like bullets and tender to the touch. Beth pulled away and folding her own arms reaching down and pulling up her own top over her head revealing her breasts to Lola. Unclipping her own bra letting it fall to the bed too. Lola looked at her mothers breasts and placed a hand nervously on Beth's breasts, Beth guided Lola's head and mouth to her breasts telly Lola to suck on her nipples. As Lola starts to suckle on Beth's nipples. Beth remembers how Lola used to do this when Beth breast fed her as a baby. A thousand memories come flooding back to Beth of how much she liked nursing Lola as a baby, and how much joy it gave her bonding with her only child, whishing that she had more then just one daughter. Lola looked up at the mother as she continued to suck on her nipples, Beth gently caressed the sides of Lola's face feeling her sucking harder on her nipples. Beth starts to mover her hand down lower on Lola's body caressing her stomach as she reaches for Lola's crouch, placing her hand between Lola's thighs caressing them moving her hand up and down inside Lola's leggings. Lola shuddered as her mother's hand moves over her panties finding the crease covering Lola's pussy. Lola sucked harder on Beth's nipples as Beth slide a finger into Lola's panties feeling her daughters young moist pussy for the first time, sliding the finger up and down over Lola's outer vulvar feeling the moistness growing, finding her clit and gently rubbing it. Lola starts to moan as her body gets ready for it's first orgasm, she arches her back as Beth's finger starts to rub harder on her clit, feeling Lola close to Cumming Beth slide her finger gently into Lola's wet pussy, feeling her mussels tightening round her finger Beth pushes deeper as Lola's body explodes into her first orgasm. Lola starts panting and moaning with deep heavy breaths as Beth brings her daughter to her second climax. Lola has stopped sucking Beth's nipples as her head tilts back with shock wave after shock wave rashes over Lola's body causing her to convulse to Beth's touches. Beth starts to finger fuck Lola's wet warm pussy as gashes of cum squirts out of Lola's pussy like a fountain in the hot summers air. Covering her mothers hand with warm sticky juices. Beth gently pulls her finger out of Lola's pussy raising it to her mouth and tasting her daughters sweet juices. She then places her hand over Lola's mouth so she can taste her own sweet cum. Lola opens her mouth taking her mothers finger into her mouth sucking on the sweet wet sticky finger mmmmm moaning as she tastes her own juices. Beth leans forward kissing Lola wet lips tasting her finger in Lola's mouth loving the taste Beth decides to go the whole hogg, moving down Lola's body kissing her way down to her daughters still wet pussy. Pulling her leggings all the way off, Beth places her mouth over Lola's wet pussy lips sticking out her tongue Beth goes to town on Lola's pussy, sliding her tongue up and down in and out of Lola's pussy. Lola's body goes into melt down as she reaches the biggest of orgasms she would ever experience Gushing loads more of sweet nectar for her mother to drink, Beth sucks and nibbles on Lola's outer and inner valve pushing her tongue deeper still feeling her baby daughter explode again and again. Beth moves her body up, kissing her way back up to Lola's face, letting Lola taste once again her own juices on her mothers lips. Beth moved further up, straddling Lola's shoulders as she pulls up the skirt she wearing pulling her panties to one side exposing her pussy lips to her daughters lips as she lowers herself down onto Lola's mouth. Lola opens her mouth sticking out her tongue and starts to lapp at her mothers pussy, tasting the sweet wetness of Beth's pussy Lola start to lick and suck on Beth's clit and pussy. Beth lets out a cry as she orgasm all over Lola's face covering her from forehead to chin with her wet sticky cum, Lola opens her mouth as Beth squirts wave after wave of cum into Lola's mouth! Watching and hearing Lola swollow all of Beth's cum as she reaches another orgasm, riding Lola's mouth as if she was riding a hard cock! After a while of cuddling and kissing Beth asked Lola if she liked what they had both done, and if she thinks she would like to do that with her friend from school, or if she would like to do it again with mummy!

I have fucked my husbands brother almost as long as I have my husband. They look alike but couldn't be more different. My husband was the life of the party , everyone adored him and he loved the attention. A little too much. I'd struggled with affairs our whole relationship. Which is why His little brother Nick was the love of my life. Growing up he was the angry one. The black sheep of the family. The one no one understood. Except a few . One of them I was proud to say was me. I'll start writing from the beginning eventually , but first I want to tell my favorite time. It was a Saturday in June. The heat wasn't unbearable, just enough to want to stay in the shade and leave everyone's skin shining from being on the verge of sweat. Nick picked us up for the graduation party. We only lived twenty minutes away from the party but I was the designated driver . He looked great as always. While my husband came out in a t shirt and jean shorts, Nick was dressed casually but wore the shirt I d just bought him. Kinda secret code for our secret life. He smelled good, I didn't drive there. But I got in the car and inhaled the smell of his cologne and the leather seats of his Mercedes. That alone got me hot. I could tell my nipples were hard and visible through my thin shirt. The party was long. There was the usual barbecue and salsa dancing , and of course the beer flowed like water. Everyone had a good time. Except me. I wouldn't say I was a party pooper. I just hate being the responsible one of the household . While my husband Alejandro could drink and not have a care in the world, I was the one always there to keep him out of trouble . I'd taken my kids home hours ago. They knew the scene all too well. Me begging and pleading Alejandro into the car, him making me stop at all the old hang outs and friends houses. We finally got home at eleven. Not bad timing on my part. The kids begging to get some drive thru burgers and me loving the chance to drive Nick's Mercedes I go. By now I'd changed to a wife beater and very short cotton shorts. Asking nick what he wanted to eat , I could see his dark eyes looking me up and down. Raised his eyebrow. I knew he didn't care what we ate , cause all he wanted was me. The trip for food was fast. Even so Alejandro was passed out cold by the time I returned. Nick and the kids ate and watched tv. I went to get some blankets so they could build a fort in the tv room. Making nick a spot upstairs on the living room sofa, I feel him behind me. His hand on my waist and one on my tit. Kissing my neck. This mans touch made my skin tingle and pussy instantly wet. I tell him to stop. The kids are here and more importantly so is his brother. He lays in the blankets I just set out for him. Downstairs in my room, I lay down. The drunken snores are loud and Alejandro's taken the whole bed. Why the fuck should I care if he doesn't. I creep back up to Nick. Tiptoeing past the kids watching a slasher movie. Nick is waiting. He knew I'd be back. I always am. He's stroking his cock lazily. Keeping it hard for me. I walk right over and throat his dick. It slides in my mouth and down my throat easily. His body was made for me. I can hear him breathe a little ragged. His fingers are pinching at my nipples . I have to have him. I live for our sex. I pull his hand and lead him to the banister of the stairs. The obnoxious snores echo through the hall . He's still asleep. I bend over the ottoman and move my shorts to the side. Nick wastes no time. His cock pushes through my already slick pussy. My cunt is aching from the anticipation. He pumps his hard prick into me from behind. Neither one of us bothered to undress. We never have much time. If we got caught , we'd dishonor the family and honestly end up dead. The snores aren't even. Every time I hear him stop , I make Nick pull out. We go one for twenty minutes this way. Ten thrusts before I pull away from fear. I can't take it anymore . I know it's not honorable but I have to have him. I turn around and suck my juices and his pre cum off him and turn around again. Pull him to me , make him grab my waist and go deep. His hand wraps around and touches my shaved pussy and runs my clit. A soft moan escapes. He says "shhhh mami" and fucks me harder. His balls are slapping my ass now and my tits are bouncing . One hand still running around my clit and pussy lips , the other squeezing my D's hard. I hope he leaves bruises. He's always so careful not to leave marks when sometimes I wish he would. I'd tattoo his name on my twat if he'd let me. I may be his brothers wife but I'm his bitch. His breath is louder and full of lust. The snores are loud and they're giving me a rush. I'm fifteen feet above my husband getting fucked doggy style by the brother he doesn't understand. One hand I clutch the banister to hold my self up, the other reaching through my legs cupping his sack. It's so wet from our sex. He pulls out all the way to the tip of his cock then thrusts it back on deep. He's going slow twice then quickens again . He's makin me wild. The last slow one my orgasm hits , he keeps going until I hit three. By then I can tell he feels it. It's so hot and wet. I can even smell my sweet smell of myself. He pumps faster now , he's not pulling out as much now going deeper and faster. The snores are louder so I let out a moan and call his name. Nick owns my pussy. I feel him pulsing inside me. He's holding his breath and I squeeze his dick inside me. His cum mixing with mine and spilling out my lips . He busts a nut like he hasn't been fucked in years. Pulls out. I kiss the head of his dick like I always do. Kiss him on the lips and go sleep next to my husband with my brother in law's load dripping on our sheets.

I have fucked my husbands brother almost as long as I have my husband. They look alike but couldn't be more different. My husband was the life of the party , everyone adored him and he loved the attention. A little too much. I'd struggled with affairs our whole relationship. Which is why His little brother Nick was the love of my life. Growing up he was the angry one. The black sheep of the family. The one no one understood. Except a few . One of them I was proud to say was me. I'll start writing from the beginning eventually , but first I want to tell my favorite time. It was a Saturday in June. The heat wasn't unbearable, just enough to want to stay in the shade and leave everyone's skin shining from being on the verge of sweat. Nick picked us up for the graduation party. We only lived twenty minutes away from the party but I was the designated driver . He looked great as always. While my husband came out in a t shirt and jean shorts, Nick was dressed casually but wore the shirt I d just bought him. Kinda secret code for our secret life. He smelled good, I didn't drive there. But I got in the car and inhaled the smell of his cologne and the leather seats of his Mercedes. That alone got me hot. I could tell my nipples were hard and visible through my thin shirt. The party was long. There was the usual barbecue and salsa dancing , and of course the beer flowed like water. Everyone had a good time. Except me. I wouldn't say I was a party pooper. I just hate being the responsible one of the household . While my husband Alejandro could drink and not have a care in the world, I was the one always there to keep him out of trouble . I'd taken my kids home hours ago. They knew the scene all too well. Me begging and pleading Alejandro into the car, him making me stop at all the old hang outs and friends houses. We finally got home at eleven. Not bad timing on my part. The kids begging to get some drive thru burgers and me loving the chance to drive Nick's Mercedes I go. By now I'd changed to a wife beater and very short cotton shorts. Asking nick what he wanted to eat , I could see his dark eyes looking me up and down. Raised his eyebrow. I knew he didn't care what we ate , cause all he wanted was me. The trip for food was fast. Even so Alejandro was passed out cold by the time I returned. Nick and the kids ate and watched tv. I went to get some blankets so they could build a fort in the tv room. Making nick a spot upstairs on the living room sofa, I feel him behind me. His hand on my waist and one on my tit. Kissing my neck. This mans touch made my skin tingle and pussy instantly wet. I tell him to stop. The kids are here and more importantly so is his brother. He lays in the blankets I just set out for him. Downstairs in my room, I lay down. The drunken snores are loud and Alejandro's taken the whole bed. Why the fuck should I care if he doesn't. I creep back up to Nick. Tiptoeing past the kids watching a slasher movie. Nick is waiting. He knew I'd be back. I always am. He's stroking his cock lazily. Keeping it hard for me. I walk right over and throat his dick. It slides in my mouth and down my throat easily. His body was made for me. I can hear him breathe a little ragged. His fingers are pinching at my nipples . I have to have him. I live for our sex. I pull his hand and lead him to the banister of the stairs. The obnoxious snores echo through the hall . He's still asleep. I bend over the ottoman and move my shorts to the side. Nick wastes no time. His cock pushes through my already slick pussy. My cunt is aching from the anticipation. He pumps his hard prick into me from behind. Neither one of us bothered to undress. We never have much time. If we got caught , we'd dishonor the family and honestly end up dead. The snores aren't even. Every time I hear him stop , I make Nick pull out. We go one for twenty minutes this way. Ten thrusts before I pull away from fear. I can't take it anymore . I know it's not honorable but I have to have him. I turn around and suck my juices and his pre cum off him and turn around again. Pull him to me , make him grab my waist and go deep. His hand wraps around and touches my shaved pussy and runs my clit. A soft moan escapes. He says "shhhh mami" and fucks me harder. His balls are slapping my ass now and my tits are bouncing . One hand still running around my clit and pussy lips , the other squeezing my D's hard. I hope he leaves bruises. He's always so careful not to leave marks when sometimes I wish he would. I'd tattoo his name on my twat if he'd let me. I may be his brothers wife but I'm his bitch. His breath is louder and full of lust. The snores are loud and they're giving me a rush. I'm fifteen feet above my husband getting fucked doggy style by the brother he doesn't understand. One hand I clutch the banister to hold my self up, the other reaching through my legs cupping his sack. It's so wet from our sex. He pulls out all the way to the tip of his cock then thrusts it back on deep. He's going slow twice then quickens again . He's makin me wild. The last slow one my orgasm hits , he keeps going until I hit three. By then I can tell he feels it. It's so hot and wet. I can even smell my sweet smell of myself. He pumps faster now , he's not pulling out as much now going deeper and faster. The snores are louder so I let out a moan and call his name. Nick owns my pussy. I feel him pulsing inside me. He's holding his breath and I squeeze his dick inside me. His cum mixing with mine and spilling out my lips . He busts a nut like he hasn't been fucked in years. Pulls out. I kiss the head of his dick like I always do. Kiss him on the lips and go sleep next to my husband with my brother in law's load dripping on our sheets.

I have fucked my husbands brother almost as long as I have my husband. They look alike but couldn't be more different. My husband was the life of the party , everyone adored him and he loved the attention. A little too much. I'd struggled with affairs our whole relationship. Which is why His little brother Nick was the love of my life. Growing up he was the angry one. The black sheep of the family. The one no one understood. Except a few . One of them I was proud to say was me. I'll start writing from the beginning eventually , but first I want to tell my favorite time. It was a Saturday in June. The heat wasn't unbearable, just enough to want to stay in the shade and leave everyone's skin shining from being on the verge of sweat. Nick picked us up for the graduation party. We only lived twenty minutes away from the party but I was the designated driver . He looked great as always. While my husband came out in a t shirt and jean shorts, Nick was dressed casually but wore the shirt I d just bought him. Kinda secret code for our secret life. He smelled good, I didn't drive there. But I got in the car and inhaled the smell of his cologne and the leather seats of his Mercedes. That alone got me hot. I could tell my nipples were hard and visible through my thin shirt. The party was long. There was the usual barbecue and salsa dancing , and of course the beer flowed like water. Everyone had a good time. Except me. I wouldn't say I was a party pooper. I just hate being the responsible one of the household . While my husband Alejandro could drink and not have a care in the world, I was the one always there to keep him out of trouble . I'd taken my kids home hours ago. They knew the scene all too well. Me begging and pleading Alejandro into the car, him making me stop at all the old hang outs and friends houses. We finally got home at eleven. Not bad timing on my part. The kids begging to get some drive thru burgers and me loving the chance to drive Nick's Mercedes I go. By now I'd changed to a wife beater and very short cotton shorts. Asking nick what he wanted to eat , I could see his dark eyes looking me up and down. Raised his eyebrow. I knew he didn't care what we ate , cause all he wanted was me. The trip for food was fast. Even so Alejandro was passed out cold by the time I returned. Nick and the kids ate and watched tv. I went to get some blankets so they could build a fort in the tv room. Making nick a spot upstairs on the living room sofa, I feel him behind me. His hand on my waist and one on my tit. Kissing my neck. This mans touch made my skin tingle and pussy instantly wet. I tell him to stop. The kids are here and more importantly so is his brother. He lays in the blankets I just set out for him. Downstairs in my room, I lay down. The drunken snores are loud and Alejandro's taken the whole bed. Why the fuck should I care if he doesn't. I creep back up to Nick. Tiptoeing past the kids watching a slasher movie. Nick is waiting. He knew I'd be back. I always am. He's stroking his cock lazily. Keeping it hard for me. I walk right over and throat his dick. It slides in my mouth and down my throat easily. His body was made for me. I can hear him breathe a little ragged. His fingers are pinching at my nipples . I have to have him. I live for our sex. I pull his hand and lead him to the banister of the stairs. The obnoxious snores echo through the hall . He's still asleep. I bend over the ottoman and move my shorts to the side. Nick wastes no time. His cock pushes through my already slick pussy. My cunt is aching from the anticipation. He pumps his hard prick into me from behind. Neither one of us bothered to undress. We never have much time. If we got caught , we'd dishonor the family and honestly end up dead. The snores aren't even. Every time I hear him stop , I make Nick pull out. We go one for twenty minutes this way. Ten thrusts before I pull away from fear. I can't take it anymore . I know it's not honorable but I have to have him. I turn around and suck my juices and his pre cum off him and turn around again. Pull him to me , make him grab my waist and go deep. His hand wraps around and touches my shaved pussy and runs my clit. A soft moan escapes. He says "shhhh mami" and fucks me harder. His balls are slapping my ass now and my tits are bouncing . One hand still running around my clit and pussy lips , the other squeezing my D's hard. I hope he leaves bruises. He's always so careful not to leave marks when sometimes I wish he would. I'd tattoo his name on my twat if he'd let me. I may be his brothers wife but I'm his bitch. His breath is louder and full of lust. The snores are loud and they're giving me a rush. I'm fifteen feet above my husband getting fucked doggy style by the brother he doesn't understand. One hand I clutch the banister to hold my self up, the other reaching through my legs cupping his sack. It's so wet from our sex. He pulls out all the way to the tip of his cock then thrusts it back on deep. He's going slow twice then quickens again . He's makin me wild. The last slow one my orgasm hits , he keeps going until I hit three. By then I can tell he feels it. It's so hot and wet. I can even smell my sweet smell of myself. He pumps faster now , he's not pulling out as much now going deeper and faster. The snores are louder so I let out a moan and call his name. Nick owns my pussy. I feel him pulsing inside me. He's holding his breath and I squeeze his dick inside me. His cum mixing with mine and spilling out my lips . He busts a nut like he hasn't been fucked in years. Pulls out. I kiss the head of his dick like I always do. Kiss him on the lips and go sleep next to my husband with my brother in law's load dripping on our sheets.

HIGHWAY TO HEAVEN By Justin Case "You sure you're not too drunk to drive?" Sheryl asked Toya. "Girl, I'm not drunk. I'll be alright." "Okay, drive slow...and watch out for the police." "We're going to follow you. We've got to pass your place to get to my house anyhow," I yelled as I opened the car door. "You don't think she's going to make it home in one piece?" Sheryl asked as she slid into the passenger seat and fastened her seat belt. "We're going to follow her home to make sure. You, on the other hand, definitely ain't going to make it home in one piece?" I stated, running my hand up her bare thigh. Sheryl had been grinding all over me in the club. We had been grinding up on each other all night. She even let me slip my hand beneath her little black mini to feel how wet she was. She had been soaking wet for me. It's been about three weeks, and I hadn't hit yet. I was tempted to try and get me some right there in the club. If her girl, Toya, hadn't been there cock-blocking, I probably would have. "I've got an early flight in the morning, so you know you can't keep me out all night. I can't even take the chance of coming inside when I stop at your house to pick up my car. You might not want to let me go home." "Well in that case, you need to go ahead and take that skirt and those drawers off now," I said, glancing over at her as I pulled out of the parking lot behind Toya. "You're kidding, right?" she giggled. "No, I'm not," I replied, stroking her love sponge through her wet undies. "You're so wet...been wet from in the club." "Mmm, that feels good, baby." "Take these drawers off and I'll really make it feel good," I said, tugging on the edges of her undies as I got onto the on ramp for the highway. I slipped my index finger between her underwear while she unfastened her seat belt and wiggled out of her skirt and underwear. I stroked her wet lips and her hips rose up from the seat to meet my fingers. I prepped two fingers in her juices, letting them dance across her outer folds before penetrating her. Her inner muscles snuggled my fingers as I let them dance around in her. Sheryl dropped her seat back and kicked off her heels. She had this salacious glow that had me hard as steel. She swiveled until she was sideways in the seat facing me, giving me a better angle to work from. Our eyes locked, and then she tore off her top. My eyes travelled down to her perky, cupcake-sized breasts. The way I had my hand positioned while fingering her became uncomfortable, so I had to rotate my hand. Now my palm was cupping her wet sponge and making contact with every part of her sex. I leaned over to suck her breast, trying to keep my eyes on the road at the same time. She squealed when I nibbled on her left nipple. That only encouraged me on. I let my thumb run circles around her swollen clit while my tongue worshipped her breasts. Sheryl bucked and rolled her hips, fucking my fingers. She struggled to reach across me. Pressing her breast hard into my mouth, she unfastened my seatbelt, and then started unbuckling my pants. I turned loose her breast and tried to focus on the road, all the while continuing to finger her. I stroked her so good that she couldn't concentrate on what she was doing. She sprang up and tried to crawl away from my fingers. She was wide-eyed and panting. I brushed my fingers across her clit, causing her to scoot way back on the reclined seatback. She was damn near sitting in the backseat. "What are you running for? Come back here," I ordered, reaching my sticky fingers back for her. "I'm not going to let you make me cum like that. If you want me to cum, you're going to have to fuck me!" "Fuck you? But I want to make love to you." She started laughing. "Make love to me? You order me naked in a moving vehicle and you want to make love...this isn't the place to make love," she chuckled. "As much as I would love for you to make love to me, right now, a simple fuck is all we have time for." Shit! She just laughed at me. But on the real, what kind of weak shit was that? 'I want to make love to you!' Look how a player like me let this woman laugh at me. Fuck is what I had in mind all along. So what she said was actually music to my ears." Must be the alcohol talking, 'cause I know that wasn't me just say that weak shit...not that I don't want to make love to you. It's just like you said, this isn't the time, nor the place to make love," I said, trying to clean up that shit. I was fucking up my words left and right. It's a good thing she's already naked, if not, I might have talked myself out of the pussy for sure. Sheryl grinned. She lunged forward and attacked me. Remember, I'm driving on the highway...with my dick pounding against my stomach...with a half naked woman that I haven't fucked yet. She pulled my face to the side and kissed me enthusiastically. Our tongues intertwined and a melodic moan escaped her lips. I felt her melt. I was floating. I was elated. This was paradise, heaven...or a foretaste of it. I had to strain to keep at least one eye on the road ahead. Her hands had my belt and pants unbuckled in no time. Chris --nickname for my dick, short for Christopher Columbus the explorer, discoverer of new worlds-- was out and in her warm hands in no time. "Don't stroke him," I said as I slid the seat all the way back. "I can stroke him myself. Do something to him that I can't do." Sheryl pulled off what was left of her torn top. She was completely naked now. "Raise up," she ordered, reaching over me to pull down my pants. After a bit of twisting and turning, she was able to get my pants down below my knees without me swerving from lane to lane. I got my left leg out and didn't worry about the right leg. "Lay the seat back so I can get my feet up and behind you." I laid the seatback as flat as it would go, then I scooted up on it just a little bit so that Sheryl could squeeze her slender frame between me and the steering wheel. Sheryl hopped over and straddled me. It worked out perfectly. She was dripping wet again. I could feel the warmth coming from her love sponge. Her clit was short and perky like her nipples. Same size too. A nipple at the apex of her lithe thighs. A nipple that I wanted to put my lips and tongue on. While she teased the opening of her love canal with Chris's head, I had to find a good angle that would allow me to suck on her delicious cupcakes and still be able to see the road ahead. Sheryl's breasts were just the right size to fit completely into my mouth. Her nipples were like ripened cherries on top. Mouth-watering and delicious. I plucked at her cherry, made circles around her sensitive, glazed areolas, then took the entire breast into my mouth when she slid Chris into her love canal. I wanted to sing out loud as I entered and discovered a whole new world. It was a perfect fit. Nice and snug. I wanted to stay in there forever. If she knew how to work her muscles, I would be in heaven. "Fuck!" I yelled as my tire hit the warning grooves then the gravel on the side of the highway. "If you're going to run off the road --as much as I would hate it-- I'm going to get up off this sweet dick," Sheryl cooed, gyrating slowly on my dick. "Chris wouldn't like that," I said as I got the car driving straight again. I really couldn't keep my focus on the road. It felt too damn good. The things that she was doing to me had my toes curling in my boots. I kept one hand on the steering wheel, the other I used to fondle her breasts. As much as I wanted to suck on her sweet little cupcakes, I dared not. I kept my gyrations and strokes short. I let her do most of the work. If I tried to give her the loving that I had for her, we might end up wrapped around a pole or something. I steeled myself against the accentuated rise and fall of her spiraling hips. I wanted so badly to get into a groove with her, but I knew I wouldn't be able to hold on. This pussy was too good, I've been waiting too long for this pussy to fuck up and cum too quick. As soon as I thought it, I felt my nuts churning, I stopped moving. Sheryl kissed my lips, moved to the tip of my nose, over to my cheek, and then finally, she nibbled on my ear. Her breath was hot and sweet against my flesh, "Cum!" she whispered, oscillating her hips more erotically, More energetically. "No!" I mumbled, fighting to hold on. "Why not? I. Want. You. To," "Unnn-unnnl" I said, shaking my head and trying to focus on Toya's car up ahead. "When I cum...I want you to cum with me," I said, gritting my teeth, and fighting with everything I had. "That's so sweet...but...it's going to take your second round to make me cum. I don't cum easily. You’ve got to put in a lot of work..." "I...Oh, yes! I want to put in a lot of work. I...I want to put in some overtime." "Cum for me...and then you can put in some work. Don't you like how this pussy feels?" she asked seductively. I started grinding deep into her as her muscles clamped gently around Chris. Her loving was so soft and tender: her canal narrow and so, so sweet. I wanted to profess my love for her right there and then. Pussy does that to a man. It makes us weak. This woman...Oh, God...this woman was going to make me cum. "Cum for me, baby," she whispered hotly in my ear. Her hips took on a life of its own. She started doing some belly dancing shit on me, and then it felt like my dick slipped into another section of her pussy. This must be the VIP section. I can't explain it. It felt like a spongy cavern...like an underwater cave or something. I squeezed my pubococcygeus (PC) muscles tightly and held it. Then I breathed. I wanted to prolong my ejaculation. I actually wanted to send it the fuck back. Sheryl had other thoughts on her mind, though. She switched up her rhythm. This time she rolled her hips in small, tight circles. Her tongue found my mouth and I found it difficult to keep my eyes opened, much less on the road. I pulled away from her kiss. "We're going to crash," I huffed, trying to get away from her potent kiss. Three little words came out of her mouth. "Cum. For. Me." Wouldn't you know, I felt my body betraying my brain. My own body was obeying her commands. "No! Not yet," I whimpered, trying to convince my body to listen to me instead of her. "I want to satisfy you first." "I'll be satisfied when you splatter my walls..." "Jesus!" I shot. I couldn't help it. She clamped down on my dick as she spoke, wiggling her stomach and ass in a way that had to have come from an advance belly dancing class. I felt my cum rising to the top. Sheryl felt me swelling in her. "God! I've wanted this for the past three weeks..." What? I shouted in my mind. I've been trying to get this pussy for the past three weeks without success and she has the nerve to tell me she wanted to feel me bust a nut up in her for the same three fucking weeks. My nut went back where the fuck it came from. Since she wanted to feel my nut so badly, I was going to make her suffer just like she made me suffer for the past three weeks. "So are you going to satisfy me?" she asked seductively. "Yes," I answered, giving her some of my own creativity. "Oooooh...Ummm...that feels...Uuuuuuuuuhhhhhh!" Her speech and breathing came to an abrupt stop when my fingers slid between us and played with her swollen, unguarded clit. My strokes and fingering brought on a mad rush of sensations...more for her than me. Sheryl latched on to me and locked her legs around my back. She was stroking like she was doing the breaststroke. Each stroke ground her clit harder into my talented fingers. Her passionate sing-song cries told me all I needed to know; she would not take as long to cum as she had pretended. "Someone...feels...as...if...they're getting ready to cum," I said, giving her one straight stroke with each word. She grunted and ground down hard on each of my strokes. "You...you’re cheating..." "And. You...know...you... love...how...this...makes... you...feel. Don't...you?" I asked, giving her a new set of strokes. All short but on target to find that ever elusive g-spot. I thought I had found it, but when I went back to the same spot, she twisted so that I couldn't hit it. "I felt that," I said, gripping her winding waist with one hand to try and hold her where she was. I started hitting the spot. Her legs trembled each time, so I knew I had it right this time. She sounded so sexy and proper when she cursed. "Please don't fuck me like this. You gonna make me cum. Oh, Baby, don't make me cum. Please! I don't want to cum." Sheryl sounded on the verge of tears as she begged me to stop fucking her so good. She claimed that she didn't want to cum, but she never stopped her exotic gyrations. In fact, she picked up her pace. Her moans and coos got louder and sweeter with each and every stroke. Then we were at our exit. I had to ease up on her to exit safely. Sheryl had enough of a break to catch herself. She continued to ride me, but she rode me as if she really didn't want to cum. She was so fucking close. I found myself getting upset because she didn't cum. What woman wants to fuck and not cum? That didn't make any sense. "Why'd you stop it?" I asked as we coasted to a stop at the light. "Stop what?" she giggled nervously. "You were about to cum," I stated, gripping her by the waist and putting some real pressure behind my strokes. We were stopped at the light, so I suckled on her right breast, swirling my tongue over and around her nipple. Sheryl wrapped her forearms tightly around my head and started grinding down on Chris like she had done before. Those sensually exquisite strokes. The exotic grinding. "I told you...I don't cum easy," she said, riding me to a different groove. With my mouth full, and my own impressively creative strokes, I slid one hand between us and stroked her clit lightly. Sheryl's hips rotated, gyrated, oscillated, rocked and rolled in my lap. I started giving her short, but vicious, strokes to her G-spot. And, I managed to hold her ass in place. Her pace quickened. Her grunts increased several decibels. They were almost as loud as mine were. Headlights doused us from behind as another car exited off the highway. The light was still red, so I wasn't concerned. I switched my mouth over to her other nipple, sucked, kissed, flicked, then latched on when she started making those sweet, sexy sounds. She was right where I had her before. My mouth ached to kiss her. I raised my head up and our lips crashed together. My tongue slipped between her lips, invading her mouth. Our tongues danced together, tasting each other, feasting on each other. I glanced up and saw that the light was still on red. Toya was directly in front of us, and using the rear view mirror, I realized that the car that had exited a few seconds ago had come to a stop directly behind us. Sheryl was body waving me to ecstasy and I was grinding her into oblivion. My strokes were loving but vicious. I felt her breathing change. I gripped her ass with both hands and started raising her up and down while I delivered my devastating strokes. She wasn't going to get away this time. Sheryl gasped, then she bit my tongue. Her fingernails raked into my shoulders. She started humping me so fast that I had to move my hands from near her ass. I couldn't hold on. And, my hand was in danger of being crushed on the steering wheel. Sheryl was cumming. I was cumming. The light turned green. Toya pulled off. A car horn blew from behind us. I wasn't moving. Well my car wasn't moving. Me personally, I was moving mountains. Changing the flow of her rivers and streams. I was getting in some good, hard, strokes as her pussy clamped around me. Her pussy was biting. I fell into that pocket. This must be the mysterious snapping pussy. Her sponge-like muscles massaged my head as it swelled. Her juices flowed freely. She held on and trembled against my body. No words escaped from our lips. She freed my tongue from between her teeth, and then kissed it tenderly. Lovingly. She nurtured it back to health. My dick throbbed as I felt the pressure building. I was ready to erupt. I felt my hot lava rising. My legs trembled as the lava rose. I sucked on Sheryl's tongue as if the harder I sucked, the faster I would cum. Sheryl knew I was cumming along with her. This was what she wanted. Her body continued its erotic dance as she wiggled and gyrated to the sweetness I was giving her. The first shot was painful. The blast made me see bright lights all around us. I wrapped my arms around Sheryl tightly as my lava spewed into her, mixing with her juices; cumming as she came. I held her tightly, making sure that she got it all. The sounds of sex, wet sex, permeated through the vehicle --snapping and sloshing sounds-- as we continued to discharge our bodily fluids. Sheryl screamed. It wasn't an orgasmic scream. I opened my eyes. There were bright lights on either side of the car. Strobbing red and blue lights flashed from behind us. There was a tapping on my window. It was the police. Sheryl tried to move off of me, but the officer shouted for her to stay exactly where she was and for me to let down the window. There was one flashlight in my face: one in Sheryl's face. I had no choice. I had to let down the window. I was caught, so I had to play it as cool as possible to ensure that this didn't blow up too big. I had to appeal to the man in them. "Good morning, Officer," I said politely, looking up but unable to see his face due to the bright light shining in my eyes. "Do you know what you are doing could get. you killed?" "I'm sorry, Officer...we just got caught up in the moment." "Caught up in the moment?" the officer scowled, pulling his credentials. "I know that you're an officer...you don't have to show me your badge," I chuckled nervously. "You don't recognize the name?" "I can't see shit...I meant...I can't see anything. You have that bright light shining directly in my eyes." "Here, take a look now?" he said, taking the light out of my eyes and shining it on his badge and ID. "Keith Barker," I read out loud, shaking my head. "No, I don't recognize that name. Am I supposed to know you, Officer?" "Keith..." "You, shut the fuck up!" he shouted, shining the flashlight into Sheryl's face. Sheryl shut up and used her arms to hide her breasts. "Officer, I'm the one that's responsible for this. There’s no need to speak to her that way." "I can speak to her any damn way I please," he snarled. Now I was getting worried. This officer was losing his cool. And his hand --the one that had been holding his badge-- was now on the butt of his service weapon. "Officer..." "You don't recognize my name? Barker?" he snapped, cutting me off. "No, Officer, I don't." I snarled, growing impatient also. "If you're going to give me a ticket, then go ahead and give it to me..." "Ticket! You could lose your life..." "There's no reason to blow this out of proportion," I said, cutting his tirade off. "You're lucky that I don't blow your fucking head off..." "Just wait one fuc... Just wait one minute. I know what we we’re doing is illegal but..." "What is your name?" "You want my license and registration?" "I asked you a question. What.Is.Your.Name?" "Ryan." "Ryan, what is your passenger's name?" "Sheryl..." "Sheryl? That's a hoot. Is that the name she gave you? How long have you two been seeing each other?" "Keith..." Sheryl started. "I told you to shut up,” the officer yelled. ''Well, Ryan, her name isn't Sheryl. Her name is Tameka. Tameka Barker." "Tameka Barker," I repeated, looking at her. "This your brother?" "Brother? Try her fucking husband," he snarled. What the fuck...."Husband? Your muthafucking husband?" I asked, looking from him to her. I went slap-the-fuck off. "Bitch you trying to get me fucking killed? You're married...and married to a fucking gun-toting fucking policeman," I shouted, opening the car door. Keith --her husband, the police officer-- jumped back and drew his weapon. I pushed open the door and shoved her ass up off my dick, out of my lap, out of the car, and flat on her ass in the middle of the street. Keith's reaction was one of a concerned husband. All I could say is that he took it better than I would have. For that, I'm thankful. He didn't shoot me. He holstered his gun and bent down to pick up his naked, cum-draining-out-of-her-pussy, cheating ass wife. I reached over to the passenger side floorboard, picked up her bag and shoes, then tossed them out on both their asses. I was cussing while I was tossing her and her shit out too. I was fucking hot. "Bitch, you fucked up in the head. You trying to get me fucking killed? Suppose your husband started fucking shooting?" I shouted as I closed my door. I looked him dead in the eyes. "Man you need to handcuff her ass to the bed when you go to work. She could have caused you to shoot my ass and I didn't even know she was married," I said as I shifted the car into drive. The light was green, so I drove off. I ducked, bobbing and weaving as I drove away. I kept my eyes glued to the rear view mirror the entire time, looking back to see if he was going to shoot or come after my ass. He wasn't paying my ass any attention. He was too busy helping his wife's cheating ass up out the street. His partner wasn't checking for me either. He was too busy taking off his jacket to cover her up. Shit! I stepped on it. I was gone. One week of refusing to answer her phone calls. One week of listening to her messages while she was on her trip. One week of not being able to sleep. One week of paying extra attention to every police car that I saw. One week of not knowing if her husband was going to come after me. One week of wondering. One week of stress. One week of missing that snapping pussy. Then I decided to answer her call after she left a message that she was back in town. I decided to hear her out. She explained that it was by sheer luck --I wouldn't have used the word luck, though-- that Keith happened to come off at that exit at that time. He hadn't been following us. He didn't know that she was in my car. It was just our bad luck. Plain and simbple. Fifteen minutes later, she was at my door. A minute after that, I was right where I belonged; back up in that nice, sweet, snapping pussy. If her husband could forgive her good-pussy-having-ass, who am I to not extend her the same courtesy? My motto is: "What don't kill you, makes you braver...and HARDER."

[b]One night she won’t forget She was 5’3 with brown hair and brown eyes. She had a nice body for a young woman with size 48 double d’s. He was about 5’10 with brown hair and eyes. He was very athletic throughout his years. They were married for about two years now and it was New Years Eve. They had tickets to a party at the firehouse and they showered and dressed. They took their daughter to his mom’s house for his mom to baby-sit. As they drove they were happy about doing something together, because he drove trucks and was not home a lot. After they dropped their kid off, they headed to the firehouse to party the New Year in. When they arrived he knew a lot of the people and she felt kind of out of place. They went in and found some seats and sat down waiting for the band to start. He went to get them some drinks, while she sat at the table. A friend of hers from school came over and talked with her for a while. While he walked around talking to people he knew. They drank heavy most of the night and got into an argument half way through the night. She wanted to go home and he wanted to stay. This angered him and was his excuse to drink even more. And since he was driving she had no choice but to stay. He was talking to the chief of police about an incident that happened years ago. And somehow someone over heard them talking and said he was threatening the chief. This started a fight in there and a couple of guys told him to sit down and stay there. This really pissed him off and he was ready to fight all three of them. He was yelling at them who the fuck do you think you are. I’m not in the service no more and you sure as hell ain’t my commander. About this time a friend came up and told him that his wife had left and was walking home. This made him more upset and he tore out of the firehouse with these three guys on his tail. He got to the car and noticed the three guys coming at him. So he popped the trunk and grabbed one of his baseball bats and dared them to mess with him. I guess they didn’t want any parts of that and returned to the firehouse to party. He got into his car and sped away in his search for her. He drove up and down the roads all the way to his house and back. Taking different roads each time looking for her. Being very concerned because it was below freezing outside. He continued to drive around for several hours looking for his wife; worried that something could happen to her on a night where every one is out partying. He went back to the firehouse looking in hopes that she went back there. His friend told her she wasn’t there and then his friend and his wife went looking for her too. Meanwhile Rose was going to walk home, because she had enough of her bullheaded husband. But she knew he would be out looking for her and she was drunk and just wanted to go home without any more hassles. So she went on some back roads to keep him from finding her. Every time a car would come, she would hide in the woods and come back out after it goes by. As she was walking she realized that she had to go pee again, so she went into the woods to pee. As she was coming out a car was coming and she tried to get back into the woods without being seen. The car slowed down but continued moving up the road and around the bend. So she thought that it didn’t see her. So she continued walking up the road on her way home. Meanwhile these 4 guys driving around drinking were headed up that same road. When they came around a bend they thought they seen a woman starting to come out of the woods. Then they saw her go back into the woods. They slowed their car down but went on to make this woman think they didn’t see her. They went around another bend and stopped their car and walked back down the road to wait. As she continued to walk home she rounded the next bend. She thought she heard something and looked to her right into the woods. About then two of the guys ran across the road and grabbed her pushing her into the woods. Half dragging her and half pushing her all four of them were forcing her deeper into the woods. Once they felt they were far enough into the woods, they pushed her to the ground. Where the four men held her down and stuck a bottle of jack Daniels to her mouth. Telling her to drink the bottle straight down. As she opened her mouth to say no, she got a mouthful of the JD and started choking on it. One of the men grabbed her tit at the nipple and started squeezing and twisting it. Telling her she had better drink it and do as they say or else. The pain hurt her real bad and she started gulping the whiskey down. And when the bottle was empty they started grabbing at her. The ripped the front of her shirt, causing the buttons to all fly off. Then one grabbed her bra and gave a big yank and it was ripped right off her body. They continued to pull her shirt completely off, then her pants and panties. One of the men said, “Wow look at the size of those knockers” And he started feeling them. Another shoved his hand down between her legs and worked his finger into her snatch saying “This thing is really good and tight, we’ll have to loosen it up for her. About then he dropped his pants and climbed on top of her forcing his way between her legs. She was struggling at first until he grabbed her nipple again and threatened her. She opened her legs and let him slip his dick into her pussy. By now the whiskey is starting to hit her and make her drunker then ever. She is feeling one of the men around her head, and then she hears them say, “Here suck on my cock and eat my sperm”. As she can feel a cock at her mouth she hears him say “Open up bitch, I want you to suck my cock”. She shook her head no and she felt someone grab her nipple again twisting it hard. She slowly opened her mouth and was told to suck on it as it went into her mouth. She wanted to gag from this. She could feel the one pumping away at her pussy start to cum. By now her head is swimming with drunkenness. And she feels the cock in her mouth hardening and pumping more. The one between her legs gets up and another one climbs in the same place. With a sudden unexpected eruption in her mouth, she is caught by surprise with the fluids being released in there with nowhere for it to go but down. So she swallows three gulps of cum her throat and opens her mouth. The man tells her to keep sucking it. She closes her mouth back around it and continues sucking on his cock. After a few minutes he pulls it from her mouth and says thank you ma’am. Then she feels another cock at her lips and knows she is going to have to do it again. So she opens up her mouth and allows the cock in, then closes her mouth around it to make it fit better for the man. Knowing at this point that she can either go along with it and get it over, or fight it and they will give it to her anyway. So she is going to get this over with. Again she feels the rush of cum entering her pussy and the pumping of the cock in there keeps going. And the cock in her mouth is trying to push further into her mouth. The guy fucking her pussy stops and gets off of her, then another one is on top of her. He is shoving his cock into her pussy and ramming her hard into her thighs. The cock in her mouth is getting bigger, so she knows he’s close to Cumming. She prepares herself for another load in her mouth and trying not to think about it too much cause it could make her gag and throw up. His juices start flowing into her mouth and she has to take only two gulps with this guy. She keeps sucking on his cock because she thinks that is what they want. He says to the other guys “Look she keeps sucking my cock even after I am done, She really wants it bad”. This excites the one fucking her and he starts pounding her pussy harder. And within a minute he is Cumming in her. Another cock is placed in front of her mouth and she opens and starts sucking this one too. At the same time another one is climbing on top of her for a fuck. He drives his cock into her and slaps it in her with full force and he keeps fucking her that way. The other guy is pumping her mouth hard about now. She is wondering how much longer she can do this, cause she is feeling really drunk and wants to be done. So she sucks the cock in her mouth harder and fucks back at the one fucking her cunt. Hoping that it will make them cum faster and they will leave her alone so she can get home. She feels the explosion in her mouth and starts gulping down as fast as she can, so not to taste it. But after the fourth gulp she feels more still and prays he is soon done before she gets sick. Then there is an eruption in her pussy, as the guy keeps pumping in and out of her. Thinking she is done and they will leave her alone. She tries to sit up and one guy grabs her saying, “Where the hell do you think you’re going, we’re not done yet. And rolling her over, she feels one of them on her back. She is thinking what the hell are these guys doing and about then she felt the cock rip her ass hole. She had their juices and hers running down her ass, so it was nice a lubed up for them. She started to scream and one threw his hand over her mouth telling her to shut up. As he plunged it in and out of her ass, she lay there with tears rolling down her face from the pain. One after another she felt them fuck her anal canal. With them claiming that it is nice and tight and should be broke in when they are done. After the last one fucked her ass, they ran off very fast hoping she wouldn’t be able to follow them. But she just lay there shivering from the cold wishing she hadn’t gone out at all. She got up and searched for her clothes, finding her shirt and pants. Her Jacket, shoes, bra and panties she couldn’t find. So she decided to just head for home. As she walked up the road she came to another bigger road. As she was just getting to the bigger road, a car came by slowed down and stopped. A guy opened his door and said, “Do you need a ride?” She said “No thank you” The guy got out of the car walked up to her and told her it was really cold out here and she could get frost bite. That’s when he noticed she didn’t have a coat on and that her shirt was torn. He asked her how long she had been outside and she told him for hours. He then told her he was an intern at the local hospital and he wanted to take her there. They walked to the car and she got into the back seat and he got into the front. He flipped open his phone and acted like he was making a call to the hospital. He was talking like he was talking to a doctor. Then he hung up and turned to her saying “Dr. Roberts wants me to do an exam on you while we are taking you to the hospital. He opens the glove box and grabs a pen light and jumps in the back with her. He tells her don’t be afraid I am going to check you out for frostbite and the nature of it. Rose being drunk and not knowing any better agrees to an exam. He tells the guy driving to get them to the hospital but be careful. She then starts telling them about the four guys and how they had raped her. And the guy who was in the back asked about more details of what had happened. So she went through the whole story of how she was walking and how the guys forced her into the woods and everything. She told of how she was forced to suck and fuck, even up the ass. She even told them how big each guys cock was and how much cum they shot. At this point they are just sitting still and the guy in the back tells her he needs to exam her neck and back. So he has her turn towards him and he grabs her shirt to pull it to both sides to get a good look at her chest. And she is still drunk from the whiskey and believing everything he tells her. He shines his light around her neck ad down to her breasts. He can’t help but think how he would love to play with these tits. The guy in the front is looking at them too. He tells her He thinks she has a bad case of frostbite to the third degree and she needs medical help right away. This gets her thinking and he touches her skin and asks if it tingles or burns. And she tells him it kind of burns with a tingle. So he tells her he needs to see her back. So she turns around and he pulls her shirt off completely. He asks if when she was raped if they had her shirt off, she said yes. Here she believes every word and thinking the worst as he tells her it’s really bad. He keeps on with this exam and lifts her hair up to look at her neck. He then asks if her pants were off and if there was anything else she forgot to tell them. He tells her he needs to see her legs and torso to determine if she has frostbite in any of those areas. First get on your hands and knees, I will examine you backside to see how bad it is, She gets on her hands and knees and he pulls her pants down below her hips. He looks at her ass and tells her it is really bad with frostbite. He then tells her to lie on her back and let him examine the front of her legs. She rolls onto her back and he pulls her pants down more. He tells her its real bad on the front too. He pulls her pants off the right leg saying he wants to see the lower part of her leg. Then he does the same with the left leg and now without realizing it she is completely naked. He then tells her that he needs to see the back of her legs and has her lift up the left one first. He’s shining the light up and down her leg and to her pussy for quick looks at it. He has her put her leg up over the back of the seat and lifts the right one now. He does the same thing with that leg all the while telling her she has frostbite all over to the third degree really bad. By now she is laying there naked and spread wide open when he tells her he needs to look at her chest again, because it is real red now. He tells her not to move as he gets on his knees between her legs. But while he was acting like he was doing the exam, he was undoing his pants ad the zipper. As he shifted each time he pulled his pants and boxers down. Now as he turned to get on his knees he dropped them the rest of the way. He then leaned over her and had his cock ready for action as he was acting like he was doing an exam on her chest again. About then he leaned down ad grabbed her right tit and told her he was going to help her get her body temp up to normal. And at the same time he tried to be sneaky he pushed his cock into her pussy. She looked at him and asked “ What are you doing” and he replied, “What’s it look like bitch, I’m getting me some pussy”. He continued to fuck her and pound his cock into her harder. The guy in the front found a spot to park and was reaching back to play with her left tit. The one fucking her said to her that they just wanted to get some from her and since she had already been raped it won’t hurt anything if they get some too. He kept banging her pussy until he came inside her and by then the guy in the front was standing there by the back door waiting for his turn with this woman. The first guy pulls it out and gets off of her and the second guy jumps right in on top of her. As he guides his cock into her love nest he feels the tightness of her pussy around his cock. He starts slamming his member in her thrust after thrust. He drills her for about ten minutes before loosing his load deep in her. Then the first guy makes her roll over and climbs in the back to where her head is. He makes her suck on is dick, and the second guy see a open invitation to her ass and jumps on her from behind. She has this cock in her mouth and he has a hold of her head forcing her head up and down on his shaft. And she feels the splitting of her ass as the second guy drives his cock in her ass. This goes on for a while and they switch places several times going in and out of her in different places in her body. Then they throw her clothes at her and jump in the car, after making her get out. They take off spinning stones from the wheels so they try to leave fast without her getting a good look at the car or plates. She is standing there naked and drunk, not knowing where the hell she is or where to go. She walks down the driveway that she’s in and finds a road. She stands there a few minutes trying to decide which way she needs to go. She goes to the left and walks down the road. She walks several miles and finds a road she knows. She is freezing and feeling empty inside after this night of hell. She realizes she is a couple of miles from her home and heads in that direction. An hour and a half later she walks down her driveway and finds her home all dark, but home at last. They stayed together for several more years but she turned against having sex at all. She wanted no part of sex ever again. And he left her one-day because of it. I wonder if she thinks about that night and if she will ever walk down dark back roads ever again.

Too long. It had been too long since he’d seen her. Time didn’t seem to exist when she wasn’t in his arms, and it had been forever since she’d been there. Finally, however, the wait was over. She stood in the door, silhouetted against the setting sun behind her like some fairy-tale creature, her blonde hair slightly curled and floating over her lean shoulders. He couldn’t quite see her face, but he knew the look upon it. He knew those cobalt blue eyes, so capable of making a lip quiver and heart melt, were locked on his, shining with barely contained excitement. He could almost smell her perfume, memory filling in gaps his senses couldn’t pick up on. Memory only served so well, for when his eyes slipped from the shadow of her face to the barely visible lines of her body, he could feel the animalistic lust in his loins. She was gorgeous, her body one flowing curve after another. From the gentle slope of her breasts down over the sumptuous arc of her ass, she was absolutely gorgeous. Breaking the moment of silently reverie, she leapt the five feet that separated them into his arms, a giggle of glee escaping slightly parted leaps as he caught her. His lips immediately touched her neck, sending shudders down his body at the feel or her skin once again. Smooth as alabaster, she wore a tan like a second skin. She pulled back slightly, only to allow their lips a moment to find one another before joining in a melting embrace. His tongue pushed past the luscious barrier of her lips, finding hers roaming in anticipation as well. His hands slid from ass to hips, gliding over the thin layer of clothing she wore to cup her breasts, the unnecessary bra unable to hide the erect nipple beneath. He held her firmly against him as his arms circled her and crossed; her own already dragging fingernails over his shirtless back. A groan slipped into her mouth, causing her to smile mid-kiss. He chuckled as she kissed him harder, pulling against her lower back and forcing her to arch her breasts against him. “Clothes… off,” He whispered, turning and carrying her to the bed. He squatted slightly, seating her on the edge of the mattress so that she could raise her arms above her head as he removed the cotton barrier from her body, leaving only a lacy cover over her perfect breasts. For the moment, this stayed, his passion unable to be contained as his lips found the skin of her jaw-line, sliding from bottom of the ear to collarbone and back again. She tilted her head back and moaned, eyes closing as her toes curled in pleasure, the small sandals previously there falling silently to the carpeted ground. She pulled back lightly, only to lean forward a moment later and place a kiss on his peck, her fingers trailing down to his belt as her lips followed their movements. He leaned back slightly in anticipation, her hands forcing his now undone pants down and over the arc of his muscular ass. His strong hands found side of her head as she looked up at him with almond-shaped eyes, a smile touching her lips. A single wink was the only answer she allowed him as her hand wrapped around the shaft of his semi-erect cock, slowly tightening her grasp on his throbbing member. Another groan eased itself from his throat as eyes snapped shut, a shallow breath expelled from unready lungs. With no further hesitation, she pulled the tip of his dick to her lips, allowing her tongue to slide forward and dart against its thick head. He could barely hold himself up, his body so unused to the gentle touch of a woman as she slowly took his cock into her mouth. She worked the shaft with her small hand, taking more and more into her mouth as she continued to stare up at him. “Christ babe,” He groaned, “That’s fucking amazing.” She giggled lightly, scraping her teeth against the head of his dick as she continued to pleasure him. He reached down and took a handful of her hair in his grasp, gyrating his hips forward to match the motions of her head. She gagged for a moment, unused to it, but quickly collected herself and relaxed her throat muscles, allowing more of him into her. Slowly he slid his cock deep into her mouth, her throat; his body screaming in protest each time she pulled her head back. Minutes seemed like hours, such was the pleasure that she could inflict upon him. Finally, knowing that this was only the beginning, he pulled back and lifted her up to him, kissing her squarely on the lips as he reached behind her to undo the clasp of her brassiere. Black lace slid from tan skin as he pulled the bra from her body, basking a moment in the beauty of her ample and perky breasts before sliding to his knees before her, his lips trailing kisses down her chest as he did so. He took her nipple in his mouth as his body separated her knees, pulling her to him with strong arms. A curious tongue flitted across the rigid nipple that lay in his mouth, his teeth grating it ever-so-tenderly. She bit her lower lip gently, looking down at him with a look of care and tender passion, arching slightly to his touch as if to tell him she wanted more. He took her nipple into his mouth fully, lips encircling the areola as he sucked gently on the rigid surface. She gasped lightly and ran a hair through his hair, pushing downward suggestively with little force. He got the hint, however, and lowered his lips once more, kissing her body in a side winding trail down to her waist. His fingers deftly undid the button of her jeans and in no time she was left wearing nothing but a nearly transparent thong, the only thing separating his body from hers. Allowing this to remain for the time being, his lips continued their journey down and to the inside of her thigh, pausing at the joint of her hip and lingering on the soft skin here. She leaned back on two hands and closed her eyes, placing her feet on his shoulders as his kiss sent shivers through her body. He knowingly grinned, continued his path as his mouth led its way across the inside of her thigh and to the back of her knee. Pausing for only a moment, he finally traversed his way back to the soft spot just next to her wet slit. He grinned, noticing the slowly growing line of wetness on the thin material of her thong. With baited breath, she slid gyrated her hips against his mouth. “Stop teasing me babe! Just fucking do it already!” She smiled as she berated him, chuckling as he finally removed the underwear from her body. He grinned as well, finally able to access her sweet, juicy pussy. With a lick of the lips he knelt steadily between her legs, trailing kisses all around her the lips of hairless vagina before finally allowing his tongue to grace across the wet slit. She groaned audibly as he continued, sliding his tongue into her body before up and over her clit. She arched her back further, forcing her pussy up against his face as his tongue flickered and darted, performing the act he loved so much. She moaned with his cunnilingus, placing a hand on the back of his head and pulling him closer. His hands slid up so that his arms encircled her thighs, his thumb and forefinger spreading her pussy lips so that he could more closely lick her clit. She shuddered with joy as he focused on the sensitive nub, his tongue darting across it quickly as he sucking on her pussy. His finger found its way into her tight little hole and plunged deep, causing her a sharp intake of breath as he sucked her clit. “fuck yea babe… right there.. Oh god RIGHT THERE.” She bit her lip hard as his fingers fucked her pussy and his tongue worked her slit, lips puckered on her clit as she ground her hips against his face. Suddenly, her legs clamped on the side of his head and her breathing halted for a moment. He grinned, continuing to tongue fuck her as he tasted her orgasm flood his mouth. A moment later he leaned back, her hand stroking his hair as her breath came in sharp gasps. Grinning widely, he stood before her, leaning across her naked body to kiss her passionately. Her hands slid to his cheeks, grasping his face, and holding him in the kiss… in the moment. Her heels lifted and crossed over his lower back as his hard cock slid up and over her pussy, resting on her stomach. She grinned devilishly as she lowered one hand down to his throbbing member, guiding the pulsing head to the still wet opening of her slit, rubbing it up and down between her lips. He closed his eyes and breathed heavily against her neck, doing all that he could to not simply thrust the length of his cock into her with one solid stroke. At long last she stopped her teasing and held his cock just before the opening of her pussy, allowing just the tip to part her hot, wet, lips. Pulling gently with her hand, she guided him into her as he slowly pushed forward, thrusting himself into her body. A wild groan emitted from her throat as her eyes closed in ecstasy, the gentle rhythm of his cock matching her breathing. With closed eyes he embraced the moment, feeling his thick dick sliding in and out of the tight walls of her pussy. He could feel each movement, each breath, each heartbeat. He could feel her working the muscles of her lower body to clench herself on his cock, milking it with each movement. He fucked her slowly, gently…passionately. “fuck me baby… fuck me..” she whispered in his ear, dragging nails across muscular shoulders to leave trails of bright red. With renewed inspiration he thrust his cock into her harder, slamming the tip of his head against her back wall. She grunted lightly, but didn’t make an attempt to stop him as he hammered into her, her lips parted with each moan that escaped her body. He thrust himself deep and hard, pulling out so that just the tip of his cock remained inside of her before plunging back into the hot wet depths of her body. She rocked herself back against him, grinding her hips against his with each forward thrust. “Roll over,” He grunted, lifting her almost completely from the bed as he placed her on her stomach and pushed her legs together. Looking down at her gorgeous ass and puffy pussy lips, he couldn’t but help but smile, wondering where he’d found such a gorgeous woman. He took his cock in his hand and tilted it slightly downward as he straddled her, leaning forward so that he entered her from behind. She moaned loudly, her hands squeezing the sheets in them as his cock slid the length of his shaft into her pussy. She arched back against it, moaning as he pushed both himself up and the bed down, allowing it to spring her back into him with each thrust. “Oh god..” she moaned, “Harder.. fuck me harder..” Her desire was his decision, and he pounded his cock down and into her, causing the bed the knock loudly against the wall of the small dorm room. She grunted as he panted, his hips working hard to continually push himself down into her. He grabbed her long hair and pulled back, slapping her ass as her head lifted from the bed with closed eyes and an open mouth. “Yes baby, fuck me!” He bit his lower lip as he obliged, trying to hold off what he knew was inevitably to follow shortly. With a final slap of her ass he ripped his cock from the hot confined of her body and grabbed it with his hand, groaning and bucking his hips as hot white cum shot from the bulging head. White globs landed on the small of her back as his orgasm shook his body, grunts pushing through clenched teeth. Finally, when all was over and he could regain control, he wiped the semen from her body and leaned to her ear, encompassing her with his arms. “I missed you babe.”

I was in my late thirties and my step daughter Cas was 11 at the time.She had long blonde hair ,a nice round ass,little knobs for tits and she was soo sexy.cas would walk around the house in her t-shirt and panties all the time.She would constantly flash herself to me and let me veiw her little virgin mound.God did it look so good.she once got out of the shower in a towel and it fell down in front of me.She just gogled and bent over with het round ass pointing at me.I thought i was going to pop right there.Shewas driving me crazy and she knew it.You see her mom died several years ago and it was just her and I.I made a vow to myself that i was going to get her Ijust didnt know how yet. one summer afternoon she came up to me in her skimpy 2 piece bathing suit and asked me to rub her down with some sun tan oil.Boy did that sound good.She was asking me to rub her down.As I put the lotoin in my hand she laughed andsaid NO DADDY NOT THAT WAY SQUIRT IT ON ME THEN RUB IT DOWN.So thats is what I did.First I went to her back and squirted some on and rubbed it in.God she had soft skin and her little ass looked so good.I said we got to make sure we get around the stap on her top becausei will move up and down and we dont want you to burn.As I said that she mumbled softly OK.she untied her top and held it up with the other arm.Boy did I rub her back down and getting as close to her little knobs as I could.She was enjoying this and it realy showed.Her little ass would wiggle every time I squirted with oil and she would let out a little moan.But then the fun was over.Her back was done.I put the cap back on and she scolded WHAT ARE YOU DOING,WE HAVENT DONE MY LEGGS,ARMS OR TUMMY.Oh shit I thought to myself.I am going to rub her entire body down.I felt a rise in my shorts at the thought of rubbing her tummy and legs down.I was so excited that I fumbled with the cap to the oil and dropped it.Cas bent over and when she did she brushed my hard cock with her ass.I didnt think she would ever get it.It seemed like minutes as she raised up and gave it back to me with a develish smile.She knew what she was doing to me and she loved it.She was teasing me to see how far she could go.Let me tell you not much further.She then said do my legs first and she turned to face me.I told her she was going to have to sit down for me to get her legs and she said HOW ARE YOU GOING TO GET THE FRONT AND BACK IF I SIT DOWN...YOU SQUAT DOWN AND YOU CAN GET ALL THE WAY AROUND.As I squated down her mound was inches from my face.I wanted to then reach up and rub it.It looked soo nice.Isquirted ,as she instructed before,some oil on her legs and began working it in slowly.Iasked her to spread her legs i little so I could get thereand she again snickered as she complied.Imade sure I worked it in on her inner thighs good and managed to brosh her pussy with my thumb.I could swear she squated down one of those times. OK WE ARE DONE DOWN THERE.NOW ALL WE HAVE LEFT IS MY TUMMY. Whith that she moved her arm that was holding her top and exposed her undeveloped tits.She giggled and said YOU DONT WANT ME TO BURN DO YOU?I squirted some oil on her tinny tits and down her tummyand began rubbing it in paying alot of attention to her tinny but hard nipples.I could tell she was as horney as I was and I was going to get it today. I had to get into her pants.She was driving me crazy.I could not take it anymore so I lanched my hand into her tinny swim suit bottom and she pulled away.DADDY WHAT ARE YOU DOING?YOU DONT NEED TO OIL DOWN MY PRIVATE SPOT.I didnt say a word I just grabbed her and pulled her to me and put my hand back in her bottoms.She wimpered as I tried to slide a finger in.Damn she was tight.My oily fingers were at an advantage though.She was also wet.I began rubbing her abnormaly large clit and she had well defined pussy lips,especialy at her age.It wasnt long and i had her bottoms off and exposed her tight tinny body.She was not wimpering as bad now.As a matter of fact I think she was enjoying it. I asked her to go to the bedroom with me and she led the way.Her long legs and that beautiful round ass were leading me I know to total submission.She sat on my bed and I pushed her backwards.She was mine and now I am going to take her.I slid my finger back into her and had to hold her pussy lips apart with my other hand.I could feal that membrain deep inside her that made her a virgin.She was realy getting wet now.The more I fingered her the wetter she got.She was even quitly moaning now which completely turned me on.Her legs were spread wide and she would buck every once and a while.Her juices were flowing down her ass and she was making a small puddle on the bed. I raised up and positioned myself between her oily legs and slipped the head of my 8 inch very thick cock into her.She moaned and said STOP DADDY THAT REALY HURTS BAD.She then began to wimper because she knew it was too late to stop.She was going to get fucked and she knew it.With another thrust Idrove a little deeper and Cas screamed in pain.I then pushed again and I felt the membrain that proved she was a virgin tore and Cas tried to pull away as she screamed again and cried uncontrollable.I did not stop though.All that teasing she had done had driven me mad.I have her naked in my bed and I am going to fuck her until I shoot my huge load in her. I noticed her crying had stoped and it was beind replaced with muffled groans.I think she is beginning to realy enjoy it now.I noticed her hips rising to join mine and her mouth was open as her breathing got more intense.I whispered to her that I loved her and I knew it would hurt at first but after a while it wont be as bad.She said DADDY YOU DONT KNOW HOW BAD IT HURT .YOU ARE SOOOOOO BIG AND IWAS SOOOOOOO SMALL.BUT ITS BETTER NOW.Boy was I releived. As I was fucking her she began realy bucking and wanting me to go faster and deeper with longer strokes.She began realy moaning now and screaming OOOOHHHH DADDY FUCK ME. OOHHHH YES FUCK ME.DEEPER DADDY DEEPER.PULL OUT AND SHOVE IT BACK IN.YES YES YES.Just then my dick popped out of her pussy and found its way into her ass.Whith one hard firm stroke I just shoved my cock into her ass.God did she scream.OHHHH DADDY YOU ARE IN MY BUTT.STOP DADDY.STOP.STOP.STOP.I couldnt it was even tighter than her pussy and I alwayswondered what that would feal like.I also realised that I was going to cum soon and I realy wanted t cum deep in her pussy.I stopped and slowly pulled out of her ass and slowly entered her pussy.Cas was releived and she picked up where we left off.She began sceaming loudly and bucking wildly.I was going to cum.I could feal a huge load getting to explode deep inside of her.I hollered IM GOING TO CUM SWEETIE IM GOINT TO CUM DEEP INSIDE YOU.And she said something that completely caught me off gaurd.OHHH YES DADDY.YES DADDY CUM DEEP IN ME.I WANT TO HAVE YOUR BABY.YES,YES,YES.As I blew inside her like never before with anyone else. We cleaned up and took a shower togeather.Then we went back to bed and fucked ourselves to sleep. We fuck every day at least once.She is 14 now and yes she is pregnant.We are both happy and she will start home schooling next year.She is the love of my life and she still has the tigeest round ass I have ever seen.

It happened over a year ago. James, the guy who introduced you to me, he was the photographer, i do love working with him he is always professional and gets the job done. No fooling around like some, it was a double shoot. some bikini work and some lingerie,we did the lingerie first then we moved out by the pool for the bikini shots,in which some they asked that i be topless. no biggie i've done it before so ok. James never batted an eye unlike most men that see my top come off. we worked finished the shoot and i went to take a shower and change back into my clothes. before i could get in the shower there was a knock at the door. i opened it and it was James, he can be handsome sometimes and knock a girl right off her feet when he smiles, but that is not the look he had on his face when he opened the door. he came in and pushed the door shut, he grabbed me with his hands on each side of my face and kissed me, took my breath away. then he looked me in he eyes and said girl you look fantastic today. i smiled of course and said thanks. he said tell me to go and i'll go, otherwise we're not leaving this room till both of one of us can't move anymore. with a line like that what can a girl do. i reached down undid his belt and he kisses me again. he was so gentle but i knew he wasn't going to let go either. I knelt down and took down his pants. This is the 1st time i've been with him in this position and when i looked back up i could tell there was something BIG in his boxers. i have heard stories ( if you know what i mean ) i pulled down his boxers and WOW. yeah some stories are true, i grabbed it in my hands and my fingers wouldn't fit all the way around it. it was growing longer and longer. i kissesd the tip and looked up at him. took it in my mouth and sucked it slow. he just stood there with his hands in my hair and moaned softl. I've never in my live seen one as big as his and never thought i'd ever find one this big but there i am on my knees sucking a 12 inch cock, a black cock. i was expecting him to take hold of my head and push but he never did. when he came it was more then i ever dreamed would come out of a cock..he filled my mouth and i swallowed. soon as i did my mouth was full again. he gave me 4 big black of cum into my mouth. then he stepped back and told me i was amazing. I was amazed myself it was still dripping cum down on my thighes. so i grabbed it put it back in my mouth and sucked it, licked till he pushed my head back. he told me if i kept doing that he was going to burst. here i thought he just did. next he took me to the bed, undressed me slow, kissing me in all the right places, my neck, shoulders, nipples, belly. then he laid me down on the bed and pushed my legs apart, knelt down and sucked my clit in his mouth. WOW again, my legs fell over his back. his hands was caressing me all over my body. my thighs, belly, breast, sides, up my arm. i was tingling all over and his tongue WOW. i was squirming grabbing the sheets and moaning. he made me orgasm and he didn't stop. He kept going and going, i said a few times please James put it in me, fuck me. he just kept licking, sucking and kissing m clit. I was going mad i needed him inside me. i finally said it. please James, i need your big black cock inside me. he looked up at me in my eyes and then moved up. He kissed me with his wet lips and slide his tongue into my mouth. He stood up looking down at me, grabbed me by my legs and pulled me till my butt was at the edge of the bed. he said do you really want it in you. I just looked up and said please. he said, take hold of my cock and guide it inside you. I grabbed it with my hand and held the head up against me and he pushed it in. WOW again!! i've never felt anything like this, so thick, hard, and he pushed in slow. most men have no control and just shove it in. Not James, he slid it in slow, so gently in and out. i never in my life wanted a man to just grab me and ram it in me. but there i did and he wouldn't do it. he slowly pushed in and slide it back out again and again. i think maybe he was thinking he didn't want to hurt me. it was big enough that he may have. looking back i am glad he did it like he did but at that moment i was going nus and wanted it all. He then leaned over me and started to kiss me. first on my lips then all over my face, then on my neck. He was driving me wild. I was pushing up meeting his push. he said to me, are you ok. WOW he cared. I said yes and wrapped my legs around him then he kissed my neck again and kept going. I finally felt his balls hitting my butt,finally. i thought and how long did it take, who cares right i got a 12 inch black cock in me, time no longer matters. He started go to a little faster but he was still gentle, his hands were still rubbing and caressing all over my body and i was losing my mind. I I had my 3rd or 4th orgasm since he put it in me and each time it was stronger, lasted longer and he wasn't stopping..he kept going. I put my hands on the back of his head and i said ok fuck me hard James please. He never even changed his pace. .i said it a few more times and then i thought. It worked the 1st time lets try it again and i said. James, James please fuck me hard with your big black cock. he moved his head and looked in my eyes and he said is that what you really want right now. All i could say was YES, PLEASE. he pulled out of me and the empty feeling all of a sudden deep inside me shocked me. i am not sure i can put it in words but i almost cried. i needed him back inside me, but before i could say anything. he flipped me over, lifted my butt i was on my knees with my face on the sheet and he said it again. Is this want you want. I felt him tapping his cock on my ass. i just moans YES James please. this time he did push it all in but not hard. he placed both his hands on my sides above my hips. He pulled out and quickly pushed back in hard. I had another orgasm, stronger then all the others. he kept going and going. hard this time hard and deep. Not ramming or pounding like most men would do but like there was purpose, reason and he wasn't overpowering. he was finally fucking me hard, thankfully. i I had 2 or 3 more orgasms not sure how many really. then i said it, men have always asked me can they cum inside me. some i would let most i'd say no pull out cum on my belly or breast. James never asked, i said it "James please cum in me, please". he said are you sure, and i said YES please i want to feel it. when he did i swear to you i felt every time it shot cum into me..and i came yet again. he pulled out and laid down next to me. Heput his hand on my belly and was caressing, touching me softly..not with his hands but just his finger tips. i was tingling all over and the more he rubbed and touched the stronger the tingling was. then he said, are you ok. can i get you a drink? what? where do they make men like this come from? most men ask me to get them a drink. James went got us both some water. it's what i asked for. after drinking it. james told me that i was amazing. i just smiled and said well you must have liked me just a little. he laughed and said true. i said, ok..want more or is it shower time? he just rolled over on his back and said ok but this time you get on top. WOW,,,yes sir... i rolled over and got between his legs. I kisses the head of his cock, licked it down to the base and back up. his cum, my cum mixed together. it tasted so good so i did it again. Then he said girl if you just gonna tease me i'm gonna spank your ass. I said not from where you are right now. i got up slide down on him and he slapped my ass. i just laughed and and started ridding. it was amazing, felt so good and i didn't want it to stop. I am not sure how long we was there but i do remember laying there worn out and saw the clock. it said 8 pm,i had a date at 7 pm. well guess i missed that, but it's ok this man was and is a much better man. James helped me to the shower, he lathered me up and washed me off. then i did the same for him. he dried me and i dried him. we both got dressed and he walked me to my car, where he kissed me. this time with just one hand in my hair. the other on my butt. he opened the car door for me and held my hand as i got in..before he shut the door. then he said "i hope to see you very soon"..kissed my hand and let me go. i was driving home thinking oh yes James you'll see me again..soon as i can walk straight...

Chapter 1 I’m sitting in a little upscale bar in the late afternoon. Excited and nervous. Tate and I have been talking for several months after we met online. We quickly learned that we want the same things but also wanted to talk before we met. I’m dressed just as he requested, a tight, mid thigh length black skirt with a tight red camisole and my denim jacket, red boy short lace panties and no bra. Tate told me to wear my red jeweled butt plug and silver nipple clamps, they looked like a large bolt with four small screws to keep my nipples hard. “Make sure they’re good and tight, I want it to feel good but a bit of pain too”, he had told me. Tate is a police officer, strong and fit, not in the obnoxious “I live at the gym” kind of way. He liked to run and box to keep himself in shape. He’s tall with short dark brown hair. We’ve shared so many pictures with each other. Both clothed and naked. My favorites are the ones right after we’ve cum. I was to sit and wait with a glass of water. My phone tucked away in my purse. I wondered if he was late intentionally, or if something happened at work to keep him late. Suddenly I hear his voice. “ Please bring me a beer and a strawberry margarita for the lady and two menus”. Don’t look up, don’t look up I keep thinking to myself. I’m not supposed to look around until I have permission!! The chair next to mine quietly pulls out and he sits next to me. He put his right index finger under my chin and lifts my face to his. He gives me a small peck of a kiss on my lips. I feel it, all the way down to my now very wet pussy. Those little red panties are soaked. “I’m proud of you for waiting just as I told you to, I’ve been watching you”, he says quietly. “We can have a light dinner, I don’t want us to eat too much but we will need our energy tonight.” “I want you to go to the restroom, remove your panties and bring them back to me.”, he says before I can say anything at all. I do as he says, quickly and without question. Walking back to the table, I know I’m wet, I can feel it on my thighs. I’ve folded my panties nicely and hand them to him. He lifts them to his face and inhales. “Mmm, you’re very turned on.” “Yes Sir, I am. You do that to me.” I reply quietly. He moves his hand and places it on my leg and gently spreads my legs just enough that he can rub my inner thighs. He continues to touch me gently as we order our food. And just as the server walks away, his finger touches my pussy, making me gasp. The restaurant is full, we’re sitting in a corner table, facing everyone. He continues rubbing my pussy, and clit while we talk and wait for our food. I know I’m close to cumming and just as we see our server coming to our table with our food, Tate whispers quietly in my ear “Fucking cum, right now.” I can’t not cum, his demand makes my body shake, he’s got two fingers inside my soaking pussy. I hope it’s not obvious but the look on the servers face tells me he knows. “That’s my good girl, Josie.” He says with a smile as he brings his fingers to his mouth. We make small chit chat while we eat our food and drinks. As our meal is coming to an end, Tate looks me in the eyes and says “This is a first for both of us, we’ve talked a lot about what we want but neither of us have ever acted upon our desires. If something doesn’t feel right, if you need to stop or slow down, all you have to do is say your safe words. Tell me again, what are your safe words?” “Porcupine if I am getting close and unicorn if I need to stop completely, Sir” I reply “Good girl. Do you have any questions before we go to the party?” “Party Sir? I thought, I thought...” “We’ve been invited to a pool party. “ “I didn’t realize Sir, I didn’t bring my swimsuit.” “Trust me?” “Yes Sir, I do.” And I do trust him. I’ve shared my deepest thoughts, fears and desires with him over the last few months and he with me. I’m confused as we wait for our Uber. We’ve been talking about our first scene for weeks. Pool party? He hasn’t been with anyone since his wife passed away suddenly 3 years ago and I haven’t been with anyone in 4 years. But he wants to go to a pool party? Our Uber shows up and we are on our way. Tate takes my hand gently in his and rubs his thumb around the palm of my hand. “Trust me.”, he reminds me. After about 15 minutes, we arrive at a nice home by the lake. Other houses are near but spread out as well. “This is beautiful”, I comment. And it is, a light blue house with white trim and shutters, large trees around the property and a lake about 50 yards from the back of the house. We walk up to the front door and Tate opens the door without knocking. My nerves are going crazy. “Ah, the guest of honor has arrived.”, a man that has to be Tate’s twin says with a smile. “Josie, I’m Travis and this is Jason, Eric, and Seth. Tate, it’s good to see you.” Travis looks just like Tate except a bit longer, dark brown hair and a small scar on his chin. Jason is tall and lean, with strawberry blonde hair; Eric is shorter, maybe an inch taller than my 5’8”s, with black hair; Seth has long dark hair and a beard that goes down his chest. The five men stand there chit chatting a bit until Tate says that he’s feeling overdressed as his friends are in swim trunks and nothing else. Tate takes my hand and guides me away to a bedroom. The door clicks behind us as Tate grabs my waist and kisses me firmly, all passion and lust. As we kiss, he backs me to the bed and lays me down. “Don’t move” he says as he runs his hands over my body, down my chest, he flicks my clamp secured nipples hard, making me gasp. “Roll over, onto your hands and knees”, he growls at me. Quickly, I do as I’m told. Facing the wall, I can’t see what Tate is doing. He pulls me up so I am on my knees and he removes my jacket. He pushes me gently back to my previous position. He is behind be, rubbing my ass, slowly lifting my skirt to expose my ass to him. When the skirt is around my waist, he says with authority, “Spread your legs.” I do as I’m told and just as I’m in the correct position, he spanks me on my left butt cheek, then the right. My breathing is heavy with lust and anticipation. He stops and waits for a few seconds. The slaps my pussy, hard. I’m so close to cumming. I’m wet and needy. He pulls and pushes the butt plug some, then spanks me again, first on the left then the right. Juices are trickling down my leg. I’m anticipating another slap to my pussy but he enters me with force. “You may not cum, you will not cum until I say you can.” “I’ll try Sir, oh please”, I beg. He’s pushing in and out of me with the speed of a race car. He grabs my hair in one hand and my right breast in the other. I’m trying so hard not to cum and just as I am about to lose control, “Cum, right now!”, Tate demands. As my orgasm peaks, Tate cums hard inside me, emptying himself. He pulls out of me and pulls me to my feet. He lifts my camisole over my head and removes my skirt. I’m standing there naked in front of him, waiting. “Don’t move”, he says as he walks into the bathroom. After a couple minutes, he comes back into the bedroom wearing only swim trunks. With a smile, he says “Let’s go join the guys.” “But Sir, where is my bathing suit?”, I ask nervously. “ Trust me, sweet Josie.” And I think back to a conversation we had about him sharing me. I had agreed, as long as he was the only one that was calling the shots and everyone was clean. “Oh, oh yes Sir”, I said with a bit of fear and a bit of excitement. This was my fantasy, Tate was giving me one of my fantasies. “Let’s go, and by the way, I love that our combined cum is dripping down your legs. You will not be allowed to clean off any cum that is on you, or in you, until we are back at my place late, very late, tonight”, he says with a wicked smile.

Chapter 1 I’m sitting in a little upscale bar in the late afternoon. Excited and nervous. Tate and I have been talking for several months after we met online. We quickly learned that we want the same things but also wanted to talk before we met. I’m dressed just as he requested, a tight, mid thigh length black skirt with a tight red camisole and my denim jacket, red boy short lace panties and no bra. Tate told me to wear my red jeweled butt plug and silver nipple clamps, they looked like a large bolt with four small screws to keep my nipples hard. “Make sure they’re good and tight, I want it to feel good but a bit of pain too”, he had told me. Tate is a police officer, strong and fit, not in the obnoxious “I live at the gym” kind of way. He liked to run and box to keep himself in shape. He’s tall with short dark brown hair. We’ve shared so many pictures with each other. Both clothed and naked. My favorites are the ones right after we’ve cum. I was to sit and wait with a glass of water. My phone tucked away in my purse. I wondered if he was late intentionally, or if something happened at work to keep him late. Suddenly I hear his voice. “ Please bring me a beer and a strawberry margarita for the lady and two menus”. Don’t look up, don’t look up I keep thinking to myself. I’m not supposed to look around until I have permission!! The chair next to mine quietly pulls out and he sits next to me. He put his right index finger under my chin and lifts my face to his. He gives me a small peck of a kiss on my lips. I feel it, all the way down to my now very wet pussy. Those little red panties are soaked. “I’m proud of you for waiting just as I told you to, I’ve been watching you”, he says quietly. “We can have a light dinner, I don’t want us to eat too much but we will need our energy tonight.” “I want you to go to the restroom, remove your panties and bring them back to me.”, he says before I can say anything at all. I do as he says, quickly and without question. Walking back to the table, I know I’m wet, I can feel it on my thighs. I’ve folded my panties nicely and hand them to him. He lifts them to his face and inhales. “Mmm, you’re very turned on.” “Yes Sir, I am. You do that to me.” I reply quietly. He moves his hand and places it on my leg and gently spreads my legs just enough that he can rub my inner thighs. He continues to touch me gently as we order our food. And just as the server walks away, his finger touches my pussy, making me gasp. The restaurant is full, we’re sitting in a corner table, facing everyone. He continues rubbing my pussy, and clit while we talk and wait for our food. I know I’m close to cumming and just as we see our server coming to our table with our food, Tate whispers quietly in my ear “Fucking cum, right now.” I can’t not cum, his demand makes my body shake, he’s got two fingers inside my soaking pussy. I hope it’s not obvious but the look on the servers face tells me he knows. “That’s my good girl, Josie.” He says with a smile as he brings his fingers to his mouth. We make small chit chat while we eat our food and drinks. As our meal is coming to an end, Tate looks me in the eyes and says “This is a first for both of us, we’ve talked a lot about what we want but neither of us have ever acted upon our desires. If something doesn’t feel right, if you need to stop or slow down, all you have to do is say your safe words. Tell me again, what are your safe words?” “Porcupine if I am getting close and unicorn if I need to stop completely, Sir” I reply “Good girl. Do you have any questions before we go to the party?” “Party Sir? I thought, I thought...” “We’ve been invited to a pool party. “ “I didn’t realize Sir, I didn’t bring my swimsuit.” “Trust me?” “Yes Sir, I do.” And I do trust him. I’ve shared my deepest thoughts, fears and desires with him over the last few months and he with me. I’m confused as we wait for our Uber. We’ve been talking about our first scene for weeks. Pool party? He hasn’t been with anyone since his wife passed away suddenly 3 years ago and I haven’t been with anyone in 4 years. But he wants to go to a pool party? Our Uber shows up and we are on our way. Tate takes my hand gently in his and rubs his thumb around the palm of my hand. “Trust me.”, he reminds me. After about 15 minutes, we arrive at a nice home by the lake. Other houses are near but spread out as well. “This is beautiful”, I comment. And it is, a light blue house with white trim and shutters, large trees around the property and a lake about 50 yards from the back of the house. We walk up to the front door and Tate opens the door without knocking. My nerves are going crazy. “Ah, the guest of honor has arrived.”, a man that has to be Tate’s twin says with a smile. “Josie, I’m Travis and this is Jason, Eric, and Seth. Tate, it’s good to see you.” Travis looks just like Tate except a bit longer, dark brown hair and a small scar on his chin. Jason is tall and lean, with strawberry blonde hair; Eric is shorter, maybe an inch taller than my 5’8”s, with black hair; Seth has long dark hair and a beard that goes down his chest. The five men stand there chit chatting a bit until Tate says that he’s feeling overdressed as his friends are in swim trunks and nothing else. Tate takes my hand and guides me away to a bedroom. The door clicks behind us as Tate grabs my waist and kisses me firmly, all passion and lust. As we kiss, he backs me to the bed and lays me down. “Don’t move” he says as he runs his hands over my body, down my chest, he flicks my clamp secured nipples hard, making me gasp. “Roll over, onto your hands and knees”, he growls at me. Quickly, I do as I’m told. Facing the wall, I can’t see what Tate is doing. He pulls me up so I am on my knees and he removes my jacket. He pushes me gently back to my previous position. He is behind be, rubbing my ass, slowly lifting my skirt to expose my ass to him. When the skirt is around my waist, he says with authority, “Spread your legs.” I do as I’m told and just as I’m in the correct position, he spanks me on my left butt cheek, then the right. My breathing is heavy with lust and anticipation. He stops and waits for a few seconds. The slaps my pussy, hard. I’m so close to cumming. I’m wet and needy. He pulls and pushes the butt plug some, then spanks me again, first on the left then the right. Juices are trickling down my leg. I’m anticipating another slap to my pussy but he enters me with force. “You may not cum, you will not cum until I say you can.” “I’ll try Sir, oh please”, I beg. He’s pushing in and out of me with the speed of a race car. He grabs my hair in one hand and my right breast in the other. I’m trying so hard not to cum and just as I am about to lose control, “Cum, right now!”, Tate demands. As my orgasm peaks, Tate cums hard inside me, emptying himself. He pulls out of me and pulls me to my feet. He lifts my camisole over my head and removes my skirt. I’m standing there naked in front of him, waiting. “Don’t move”, he says as he walks into the bathroom. After a couple minutes, he comes back into the bedroom wearing only swim trunks. With a smile, he says “Let’s go join the guys.” “But Sir, where is my bathing suit?”, I ask nervously. “ Trust me, sweet Josie.” And I think back to a conversation we had about him sharing me. I had agreed, as long as he was the only one that was calling the shots and everyone was clean. “Oh, oh yes Sir”, I said with a bit of fear and a bit of excitement. This was my fantasy, Tate was giving me one of my fantasies. “Let’s go, and by the way, I love that our combined cum is dripping down your legs. You will not be allowed to clean off any cum that is on you, or in you, until we are back at my place late, very late, tonight”, he says with a wicked smile.

Chapter 1 I’m sitting in a little upscale bar in the late afternoon. Excited and nervous. Tate and I have been talking for several months after we met online. We quickly learned that we want the same things but also wanted to talk before we met. I’m dressed just as he requested, a tight, mid thigh length black skirt with a tight red camisole and my denim jacket, red boy short lace panties and no bra. Tate told me to wear my red jeweled butt plug and silver nipple clamps, they looked like a large bolt with four small screws to keep my nipples hard. “Make sure they’re good and tight, I want it to feel good but a bit of pain too”, he had told me. Tate is a police officer, strong and fit, not in the obnoxious “I live at the gym” kind of way. He liked to run and box to keep himself in shape. He’s tall with short dark brown hair. We’ve shared so many pictures with each other. Both clothed and naked. My favorites are the ones right after we’ve cum. I was to sit and wait with a glass of water. My phone tucked away in my purse. I wondered if he was late intentionally, or if something happened at work to keep him late. Suddenly I hear his voice. “ Please bring me a beer and a strawberry margarita for the lady and two menus”. Don’t look up, don’t look up I keep thinking to myself. I’m not supposed to look around until I have permission!! The chair next to mine quietly pulls out and he sits next to me. He put his right index finger under my chin and lifts my face to his. He gives me a small peck of a kiss on my lips. I feel it, all the way down to my now very wet pussy. Those little red panties are soaked. “I’m proud of you for waiting just as I told you to, I’ve been watching you”, he says quietly. “We can have a light dinner, I don’t want us to eat too much but we will need our energy tonight.” “I want you to go to the restroom, remove your panties and bring them back to me.”, he says before I can say anything at all. I do as he says, quickly and without question. Walking back to the table, I know I’m wet, I can feel it on my thighs. I’ve folded my panties nicely and hand them to him. He lifts them to his face and inhales. “Mmm, you’re very turned on.” “Yes Sir, I am. You do that to me.” I reply quietly. He moves his hand and places it on my leg and gently spreads my legs just enough that he can rub my inner thighs. He continues to touch me gently as we order our food. And just as the server walks away, his finger touches my pussy, making me gasp. The restaurant is full, we’re sitting in a corner table, facing everyone. He continues rubbing my pussy, and clit while we talk and wait for our food. I know I’m close to cumming and just as we see our server coming to our table with our food, Tate whispers quietly in my ear “Fucking cum, right now.” I can’t not cum, his demand makes my body shake, he’s got two fingers inside my soaking pussy. I hope it’s not obvious but the look on the servers face tells me he knows. “That’s my good girl, Josie.” He says with a smile as he brings his fingers to his mouth. We make small chit chat while we eat our food and drinks. As our meal is coming to an end, Tate looks me in the eyes and says “This is a first for both of us, we’ve talked a lot about what we want but neither of us have ever acted upon our desires. If something doesn’t feel right, if you need to stop or slow down, all you have to do is say your safe words. Tell me again, what are your safe words?” “Porcupine if I am getting close and unicorn if I need to stop completely, Sir” I reply “Good girl. Do you have any questions before we go to the party?” “Party Sir? I thought, I thought...” “We’ve been invited to a pool party. “ “I didn’t realize Sir, I didn’t bring my swimsuit.” “Trust me?” “Yes Sir, I do.” And I do trust him. I’ve shared my deepest thoughts, fears and desires with him over the last few months and he with me. I’m confused as we wait for our Uber. We’ve been talking about our first scene for weeks. Pool party? He hasn’t been with anyone since his wife passed away suddenly 3 years ago and I haven’t been with anyone in 4 years. But he wants to go to a pool party? Our Uber shows up and we are on our way. Tate takes my hand gently in his and rubs his thumb around the palm of my hand. “Trust me.”, he reminds me. After about 15 minutes, we arrive at a nice home by the lake. Other houses are near but spread out as well. “This is beautiful”, I comment. And it is, a light blue house with white trim and shutters, large trees around the property and a lake about 50 yards from the back of the house. We walk up to the front door and Tate opens the door without knocking. My nerves are going crazy. “Ah, the guest of honor has arrived.”, a man that has to be Tate’s twin says with a smile. “Josie, I’m Travis and this is Jason, Eric, and Seth. Tate, it’s good to see you.” Travis looks just like Tate except a bit longer, dark brown hair and a small scar on his chin. Jason is tall and lean, with strawberry blonde hair; Eric is shorter, maybe an inch taller than my 5’8”s, with black hair; Seth has long dark hair and a beard that goes down his chest. The five men stand there chit chatting a bit until Tate says that he’s feeling overdressed as his friends are in swim trunks and nothing else. Tate takes my hand and guides me away to a bedroom. The door clicks behind us as Tate grabs my waist and kisses me firmly, all passion and lust. As we kiss, he backs me to the bed and lays me down. “Don’t move” he says as he runs his hands over my body, down my chest, he flicks my clamp secured nipples hard, making me gasp. “Roll over, onto your hands and knees”, he growls at me. Quickly, I do as I’m told. Facing the wall, I can’t see what Tate is doing. He pulls me up so I am on my knees and he removes my jacket. He pushes me gently back to my previous position. He is behind be, rubbing my ass, slowly lifting my skirt to expose my ass to him. When the skirt is around my waist, he says with authority, “Spread your legs.” I do as I’m told and just as I’m in the correct position, he spanks me on my left butt cheek, then the right. My breathing is heavy with lust and anticipation. He stops and waits for a few seconds. The slaps my pussy, hard. I’m so close to cumming. I’m wet and needy. He pulls and pushes the butt plug some, then spanks me again, first on the left then the right. Juices are trickling down my leg. I’m anticipating another slap to my pussy but he enters me with force. “You may not cum, you will not cum until I say you can.” “I’ll try Sir, oh please”, I beg. He’s pushing in and out of me with the speed of a race car. He grabs my hair in one hand and my right breast in the other. I’m trying so hard not to cum and just as I am about to lose control, “Cum, right now!”, Tate demands. As my orgasm peaks, Tate cums hard inside me, emptying himself. He pulls out of me and pulls me to my feet. He lifts my camisole over my head and removes my skirt. I’m standing there naked in front of him, waiting. “Don’t move”, he says as he walks into the bathroom. After a couple minutes, he comes back into the bedroom wearing only swim trunks. With a smile, he says “Let’s go join the guys.” “But Sir, where is my bathing suit?”, I ask nervously. “ Trust me, sweet Josie.” And I think back to a conversation we had about him sharing me. I had agreed, as long as he was the only one that was calling the shots and everyone was clean. “Oh, oh yes Sir”, I said with a bit of fear and a bit of excitement. This was my fantasy, Tate was giving me one of my fantasies. “Let’s go, and by the way, I love that our combined cum is dripping down your legs. You will not be allowed to clean off any cum that is on you, or in you, until we are back at my place late, very late, tonight”, he says with a wicked smile.

I come from a fairly rich family in India and have 2 servants at home. Now 1 of them really gives me a hard-on. He has bulging muscles and is tall and dark. I've always wanted to suck his dick, and this time, I got more than I asked for. I had just returned from an afternoon out with my frenz. When I got home, it was to find nobody at home. I sat down in front of my laptop and started surfing porn. I've got loads of saved videos and I started watching them. My servant came to my mind and I got real horny. Suddenly an idea came to my mind. I went in search of the servant(whose name is Raj, by the way) and at last found him in his room. It was locked and when I knocked, it took him some time to open the door. I looked at him and he was all red and sweaty. Now, this was really strange since it was very cold that day. He told me my parents had gone to some party and would return late at night. I said okay and that I would be in my room. Later, I thought that this was an opportune moment to have sex with Raj and now the idea mentioned before comes into play. I know for a fact that Raj is extremely sex-hungry. We are also very good friends and discuss all about sex together. I called him in my room and locked the door after him. I made him sit down and brought my laptop in front of him and started playing the porn in front of him. I saw his dick getting bigger. And then is when all hell was let loose. I pulled his trousers down and he himself whipped out his cock and put his 1 hand behind my head and forced me onto his 9-incher. I almost gagged but I was at last living my dream!!! He said, "I've always wanted to do this. I've loved u 4 so long but I was scared to tell u" Then he pulled me up and stuck his lips to mine. We kissed for a long time. I pushed him on his back and laid down on top of him. He shoved his tongue in my mouth and I sucked on his soft tongue. After a long time of kissing, we got into a 69 position and sucked on each other's cocks. Mine is just a 6-incher. I had already brought out some of his precum. We sucked hard and we shot our loads at the same time. Man, was his load huge. He was still horny and so was I. The porn, forgotten, was put aside. I got down on all fours and his cock touched my hole. I couldn't wait; I grabbed his cock and pushed it inside. Man!!!!! The pain! I screamed but after a while, it was pure pleasure. His banana slipped in and out and in again. He started fucking me faster and at last he pulled his throbbing cock out and shot another load on my back. I was slightly light-headed and maybe so was he. We fell down on the bed, totally spent and locked in each other's arms. We kissed again and I fell asleep. Around midnight, Raj woke up and we took a shower together. It was extremely erotic. He tucked me in and went to sleep himself. Next morning, I woke up to hear my mom knocking on my door. I got up, got dressed and before going to school, I thought about last night. As the morning passed, I began to think more and more that it had been a dream. As I was going out, I met Raj and he planted a swift kiss on my lips. Dream? Ha! In your dreams. It was mutually understood that we would get together again soon, and the moment my parents go out again, you'll see a atory from me!!!

Just a bit I wrote about a couple. If you like it, I juuust might write more, but for now it's a one shot. When I was younger, I was never really attracted to guys. I guess I’m still not, in a sense. I had this friend, well, I /have/ this friend named Cody. I’ve known him since I was a kid, so we kind of grew up together. When we were about twelve, his mom died and he got really depressed for awhile. You can’t blame him, that boy was really close to his mother, and his father is a royal dick. I guess it sort of brought us closer together. By the time we hit high school, I sort of got the feeling that he was gay. And after awhile, I really wasn’t surprised when he came out to me. I mean, Cody is essentially a female, and I don’t think he even tries. I’m kinda tall, and he’s below average for a male. I have strong, sharp features, and he has soft ones that kind of make him look like a china doll. He has these really dark eyelashes, and these wide blue eyes, they really are pretty. Yeah, pretty. He also has these really pouty lips that a lot of people would envy. His face is generally soft, and round, and so is the rest of him, actually. Our freshman year his jeans got tighter, and that lovely, dark, dark hair of his grew out. He started styling it, and listening to weird music. I was listening to things that were generally aggressive, and he was listening to cute little songs that were usually acoustic. We stayed good friends after high school, and eventually, we decided to get a rather shitty one-bedroom apartment together. It was actually a few days after we’d been living there that he came into my bedroom (we both decided I deserve it because I’m paying for most of the rent) one night and crawled up to me on my bed and kissed me. It was the most forward interaction I’ve ever had with somebody, and although Cody can be a pouty, obnoxious, and rather ‘forward’ person, this was bold, even for him. I kissed him back, though, and I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s just because his lips felt really nice. Either way, that’s sort of where things got intersecting. I’m not sure how long ago that was exactly, but we’ve been living here - in this shithole - for about four years. I never imagined myself saying this, but I love Cody. I don’t say it often, definitely not as often as he wants to say it, but it’s true. When I’m not at work, I don’t mind being at home with him, whether we’re sitting on the couch sharing a joint, or I have him pressed against the slick wall of the shower, voice echoing off the walls. Like I said, I never imagined myself being attracted to guys. But Cody’s not exactly a guy in my head. He’s more like… well, I’m not sure. The confusion really set in when I came home from work one day. I heard the shower running, so I decided I’d join him, because it’d been awhile since I really got to feel that soft, pale skin. I was startled at first, because I didn’t even recognize him. I guess he has clip-in extensions or something, I never ask, but that’s what I’m assuming, because his hair was longer, and curled. It was soft, too, and later on I’d be touching it a lot. His eyes were lined in black, and more than normal. It made his eyes brighter than I could imagine, to the point where it was hard to look away from them. Those pretty pouty lips were glossy, and there was a thin black choker around his neck. And of course, I couldn’t help but notice the rather short purple dress. It ended quite a few inches above his knees, and that’s when I sort of figured out why he’d been shaving his legs all this time. He gave me this look, and I knew he was scared shitless, because I have a temper and I’m always bitching at him for being so feminine, but I wasn’t mad. I was frustrated. I was frustrated because it turned me on. Oh fuck, did it turn me on. It was only a few weeks ago that I caught him like that. Not even a month ago that I shut the bathroom door and bent him over the sink, studying his expression through the mirror as he gasped and moaned. I’m not sure what it is, but seeing him like that just snaps something inside me. He’s in the bathroom right now, actually. And he’s been in there for a long time, so I think I have a good idea of what he’s doing in there. It’s Saturday, and he knows I don’t have to work tomorrow. I’m standing in our room, staring at this picture of us on the wall, and we’re both really beaming. I’m trying to figure out what makes us work when suddenly something’s blocking my vision. I freak out, and pin the boy on the bed. He looks really startled for a moment, before he starts giggling. “I was trying to blindfold you, Ri, I didn’t mean to scare you.” He explains, raising a hand in defense. I don’t really hear what he’s saying, but he’s smiling at me and running his polished nails through my brown hair that’s still damp from the shower. I can’t help but stare, because he’s dressed up again - like some sexually pleasing china doll, and I know that he liked when I look at him like this, because he can’t stop smiling. I press a kiss to his lips but he pushes at my chest gently, shaking his head. “I’m not ready yet.” He says, that teasing grin firmly back in place. I lick the lipgloss that was transferred to my mouth off my lips, and even the way it tastes turns me on. I guess he notices, because he looks smug. “Raspberry.” He states, reading the fact that I can’t figure out what flavor it is. I use a hand to push some of his hair away from his face, and run my tongue along his bottom lip. His lips instantly part, and I can tell he really liked that. This time I’m the one smirking before I do it again, and apparently he forgets that he’s ‘not ready yet,’ because his tongue meets mine. We don’t normally kiss like this, but I like it, we stay like that for a moment before he pushes me again. “Stop, Riley. I’m not dressed yet.” He pouts, and that’s when I notice he’s still in his normal clothes. I sigh and roll off of him laying back on the bed as he gets up, giving me a small half-smile. “Hurry up.” I grumble, giving him a look. He doesn’t. He takes his sweet fucking time in the bathroom, before coming back out again. My brows raise, and I scoot back on the bed a bit, sitting up to really look like him. He shifts his weight from foot to foot in the doorway uncomfortably as my eyes rake over that pretty little body barely covered by a silky bit of what I guess is lingerie, before giving me a sheepish smile. “Do you like it?” He asks quietly. I swing my legs over the side of the bed, and motion for him to come over. “I got it from Macy’s, but I felt really weird the entire time. You can only imagine the looks I was getting.” He’s rambling again, like he always does when he’s nervous, and it reminds me a little bit of why I like him so much. He pads over to me and in this position he’s taller than me, because I’m sitting on the edge of the bed. He looks down at me with his hands on my shoulders, and he can tell that I want him to shut up. I run my fingers up the sides of his legs, and he shudders a little bit, biting his lip as the trail up the back of his thighs. Cody is really sensitive, and I’m not exaggerating. It’s an issue, really. Keeping up with him has never been difficult, but it takes a lot of time. I have to be careful about touching him, even if it’s innocent, because odds are it will get him going. Like yesterday - we were laying on the couch, watching some stupid movie he really liked, and I was tracing patterns on his side half-mindedly. I didn’t really even know I was doing it, but I guess he liked it a lot. He had his back to me but suddenly he turned so he was facing me with those wide blue eyes and when I gave him a questioning look, he took my hand and put it between his legs. I was barely even touching him and he had managed to get himself hard. Like I said, it’s not difficult keeping up with him, but in situations like yesterday, sometimes I’ll just stroke him, because if I fucked Cody the way he liked every time he got turned on, I’d probably die from exhaustion. Cody’s skin is pretty pale, and I like the way it contrasts with the silky black lace of his top. My fingers drag up the side of his legs and lift it so I can see what’s beneath it, and oh god, those little lace undies are probably the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I look up at him and he’s biting his lip. “These - “ I say, running my fingers across the elastic around his legs, dragging them across the end of the material just below his ass as I speak, “ - Are fucking hot, Cody.” I don’t want to take them off, yet, because I want to see what they look like when he’s turned on. I didn’t have to say anything, because he pushes my hands away and strattles my lap. By the way he’s kissing me, I can tell he’s going to be impatient. He grips the back of my head, pulling on my hair while he presses his mouth against mine, but after awhile one hand lets go and he tries to sneak it into his underwear. It doesn’t take me long to notice, because he has to break the kiss to pant a little, and although watching him stroke himself with one hand pushed down his underwear makes me want to rip my jeans off, I know if I let him go it won’t be long before he hits an orgasm. I grab his wrist and push him off of me so he’s standing again, and he gives me this really desperate look. “You honestly though I’d let you get away with that?” I tease, hand on the back of his legs. He sighs a little, before his breathing hitches as I push his top up again. I pulled his wrist away too fast for him to adjust himself, so the tip of his erection is peeking through the waistband of his panties. I bite my lip, because this /definitely/ turns me on. I tug at the bottom of his shirt, and tell him to take it off, which he does, before placing his hands on my shoulders again and pushing his hips towards my face a little, silently asking me to help him out. I give him a malicious grin, running my fingers up the inside of his thighs to teas him. He makes a small noise, but it’s nothing compared to what he lets out when I run my tongue over the boy’s length. I keep it on top of his underwear, stopping at the spot where his tip is exposed, because I don’t think he deserves tongue-to-flesh-contact yet. I put a hand between his legs, running my fingertips over the bulge of his sac, and by the way he’s tipping his head bag and trying not to moan, I guess the friction must feel nice. His thighs start to quiver a little bit, and I can tell he’s being really patient with me, so I reward him by pressing and open-mouthed kiss to the head of his member. He moans, grasping the material of my shirt. “F-Fuck, Ri… please…” He says, words mixing in with needed breaths. I pity him, because I know how his body reacts to next to nothing, and hook my fingers in the sides of those lace black undies to pull them down his legs. The drop to the floor, and Cody’s ready to burst by the looks of it. I lick a bit of precum off of his tip before gripping the base of his length to prevent him from an orgasm. I have to do this a lot, because like I said, it really doesn’t take much. I don’t normally give him oral, but I figure he earned it, so I slid the top of his length into his mouth. Before I have a chance to do anything, he bucks his hips and gags me, and I push him away, giving him a dirty look. He looks down at me with wide eyes and flushed cheeks, touching the side of my face. “Sorry babe, I… it was an instinct. It felt really good.” He explained, words touched. He goes to grab himself but I stop him and he frowns, looking at me expectantly. “… Please?” I can’t deny Cody when he looks so pretty, so I grip his base again and place my other hand on his hip to make sure he doesn’t try and choke me again as I slide his length into my mouth. I’m probably not good at this because I don’t do it often, but he seems to like what I do. I feel bad if our neighbors are awake, because the black-haired boy is rather vocal as I slid him in and out of my mouth, while stroking every inch of shaven, silky skin in the surrounding area. I don’t have to do it for long before I can tell he’s ready to cum, so I pull him down onto the bed and tell him ‘no touching’ while I strip off my own clothes. He squeezes his thighs together and bites his lips as he watches me, and yeah, his eyes tend to linger on my erection long enough to make somebody uncomfortable. I decide to tease him some more, so when I trail kisses down his body I pay special attention to the inside of his thighs, because I know he likes that. He’s whimpering, and trying to buck his hips, but I hold him down as I run my tongue against the area where the inside of his thigh ends and there’s a small amount of space between that and his erection. “Fuuuck, Right there, Ri.” He moans, so I bite down and suck a bit, and he clenches his thighs together. I have to pin them open so I don’t hurt him, and by the time I leave a nice bruise there he’s literally begging me. I move my mouth back up to his, and press a kiss to his lips, but Cody being Cody, decides to rub his hips up against mine, and I end up moaning into his mouth. I pull back to hiss out of pleasure, so he wraps his arms around me and keeps doing that. I can’t deny it feels nice, so I let him do it for awhile, the friction getting me rather needy. He whines when I push his hips down and hold him there though. I spread his legs and align myself, before pushing right in without preparing him. He doesn’t mind at all, back arching and crying out some obscenity. I like to see if I can make him cum without stroking him, so I pin his wrists above his head and thrust. I definitely can. He hits his orgasm way before I do, but the way his hips swivel and he clenches down around me doesn’t make it hard to join him. I buck my hips as fast as I can, slamming into him while he pulsates, and then I’m there. I cum really, really hard. Probably harder than I have in awhile, and he smiles at me afterwards, because it makes him feel accomplished. I roll off of him and lay on my back, and he props his head up on a pillow while he traces one of my nipples half-minded. I never thought I’d be attracted to guys, and I’d never label myself as gay. But when I fuck Cody, nothing else in the world matters, and when I turn my head to the side and see his pretty - yes, pretty - little face looking at me, I’m not confused about my sexuality. I love my boyfriend, or girlfriend, or whoever this person is, and I love to touch him and see him shudder. I don’t really care what that makes me.

I think I was in about the 7th grade when I started noticing girls' feet and feeling turned on about it. It started off pretty simply. I liked it when girls wore plain white ankle socks. I'd start getting aroused when I'd see a girl in short shorts and socks, or when watching them taking their socks off. This was also about the time when I started looking at porn (hentai being a big part of my porn appreciation development), and though I didn't really have a foot fetish that I could identify as such per se, one of my favorite things was when a girl wore nothing BUT a pair of white socks. One day I was in science class in the 7th grade, and there was this cute hispanic girl who sat in my field of view. She always wore flip flops and she would dangle them, or arch her foot, with her instep against the ground, heel in the air, and I could see the soles of her bare feet. I identify this experience as the first time I started wondering what her feet smelled like, and began thinking about sucking on her toes and licking her soles, stuff like that. As before it pretty much progressed from there. As the next several years went by I became more and more turned on by female feet, actually starting to watch them intentionally and look at porn with feet included. Maybe not foot fetish porn specifically for a while, but that kind of activity would definitely start shortly after the experience which was the reason for my writing this post. I grew up in the suburbs of Austin, Texas. One hot Texas summer day when I was about 15, my best friend at the time, who I'll call Sarah, rode her bike all the way to my house to play some Street Fighter (she was a total tomboy/anime nerd). We lived in different neighborhoods, but went to the same middle school and had become best friends and stayed that way for a few years. Now our neighborhoods were probably at least six miles apart from each other, but we were young, fit, and full of energy and excitement about it being summer and getting to do basically whatever we wanted during the day, so we often made the bike trips to each other's houses. Truth was, we were attracted to each other, but she had a boyfriend. Not that that stopped me from trying to be with her, but I digress. So she showed up at my house sometime in the mid afternoon, all hot and sweaty in these butt-hugging jeans (which, yeah, did make her cute little butt look amazing, btw), a black, girl's tee, and classic black and white converse. What an outfit for a six mile bike ride in 100 degree weather, right? Anyway, we played Street Fighter Alpha 3 for a while, and I admit, I was kicking her ass the whole time. Somehow, we started wrestling playfully on my bedroom floor. We took a break, just kinda laughing and goofing off. At some point she took her shoes off, revealing to my pleasant surprise, her bare feet in black toenail polish, which had started to peel off I guess because of sweat, or having been on those plump, juicy toes for a couple of days at that point. I know this sounds like something an avid foot lover would fabricate, because yeah it's straight out of a scenario from one of the pics on this site, but I kid you not, that smell, vaguely of vinegar and honey and sweat and the rubber soles of her shoes (you know, that perfectly sweet stink that could ONLY come from a teenage girl going barefoot in converse and completing strenuous physical activity in the summer heat). Now, I was an only child, I had no sisters, and had never had like, a REAL girlfriend at that point, so although I had been curious and turned on by the IDEA, I had never been smacked in the nose with that sweet feminine stink before. Until then I wasn't sure if I would like it. Well, let me assure you now, that, yes, I FUCKING LOVED IT. I must have gotten a boner instantly, I mean, I don't know how I could NOT have. So somehow we ended up wrestling again, this time on my bed. At one point she laughed, shoved her foot right in my face and said "Smell!" Now I knew she was kidding, or trying to gross me out, so in order to do the same to her (but I think subconsciously to fulfill my own horny teenage desires), I grabbed her foot and did just that, pressing my nose against her toes and taking a nice big sniff. I remember distinctly that her toes were still sweaty and sticky, which of course drove me crazy. Now, remember that pic at the top of the post? Her feet actually looked very very similar to that. She had that kind of shapely, plump, meaty foot. Hard to describe it with words, but they were incredible like that. We were both surprised for a second at my reaction, but what was even more surprising was that she didn't seem particularly grossed out or anything. She kinda just looked at me with wide eyes. Kinda jokingly she was like "EW! Do you have a foot fetish or something?" Not really feeling embarrassed or ashamed of that, and being that she was my best friend who I could be honest with, I told her "Yeah actually I kinda do." Then she was like, "So you like my smelly feet?" (or something like that) and again I was honest and told her that I did and that I thought she had really cute feet. She laughed playfully and, kinda lovingly making fun, she shoved her foot in my face again. I happily took her foot in my hands and sniffed it again. This time she didn't pull it away, but kinda just watched me do my thing. I think she was really more curious than anything. Since I was in so deep already, I just kinda candidly asked her if I could massage her feet. She didn't have a problem with that, and she let me. We laid on my bed while I rubbed her feet, sniffing them periodically. Eventually I got the courage to ask if I could maybe suck on her toes. Again I think she was curious, or hell, maybe the idea turned her on too, because she let me. I was in heaven, and boy did I go to town on those toes, even stealing a lick of her soles from time to time. She asked me if it really turned me on, like, sexually. Since things had gone in my favor up to this point, I remained honest with her and told me that it did, and I mentioned that I was kind of embarrassed because I had an erection which was becoming pretty damn noticeable in my shorts. She said something like "Yeah I noticed, it's alright..." What happened next damn near made my head explode. I remember her kinda biting her bottom lip and sliding her one foot up the leg of my shorts while I tended to her other with my nose and mouth. She started wiggling her sweaty and sticky toes on my hardon. Of course, being 15, and only having had one blowjob and a couple of movie theater handjobs at that point in my life, it wasn't long before I shot my wad on Sarah's toes. In my recollection it was the biggest load I had ever popped off up to that point. She was kinda turned on I think, at least her face indicated she was. She pulled her foot out of my shorts and, I guess in order to be silly, she wiped her cummy foot on my shorts. Small price to pay for what I had just received as far as I was concerned. We never really talked about that incident again and of course, eventually, life took us in opposite directions throughout high school (we went to different schools) and into college. However, from that day forward, I was in love with feet. I haven't really been able to duplicate the experience since. I mean, I've sucked on girlfriend's toes and gotten a footjob or two since then, but I guess it was because it was the first time my fantasy had come to life. Plus, a lot of girls my age don't go around barefoot in shoes AND shove their foot in your face the way a 14 year old girl would. Furthermore, much to my dismay, most of the girls I get involved with these days somehow bring up that they think feet are gross, so I don't mention my secret desire for fear of grossing them out. I guess I may never have that kind of excitement again, and that's ok. Sometimes, when I'm all alone, I'll think back to that hot summer day, and rub one out, a dedication to my Sarah's perfect feet.

It was a Tuesday night, and as such it was on my schedule to head to the 24 hour gym where I have a membership. I was 17 years old at the time, and a senior in high school. I was involved in a lot of sports and extracurricular activities, and as such I could only make it to the gym during some of their least busy hours. Although it was usually late at night when I could get a chance to get in an extra workout at the gym, keeping my fit form was important to me, and so I did what I had to do to make it work. Although only at an average height, about five feet and 8 inches, I had worked hard over the years and acquired a very desirable physique. I was cute to boot, what with my blue eyes, creamy Caucasian complexion, and my short yet roguishly appealing black hair. A lot of girls in my school were interested in me. I, however, had, shall we say, other(italic) interests. The gym was usually more or less empty at this time of the night, but I nevertheless came prepared each Tuesday night. At the times When I went to the gym, I made an effort to carefully choose the sexiest workout outfit I could find. On this particular night I had chosen a pair of black silk short shorts which would serve to accentuate my firm yet voluptuous buttocks, and my sleek, muscular thighs. The shirt I was wearing was a white sleeveless wife beater which was a little too short for me. This of course, was also part of my strategy. Having a long- standing appreciation for classic fashion, I had chosen to wear my oldest pair of black and white converse all- star high tops. I entered the sparsely populated gym and checked in with the vacant attendant at the front desk. Tonight it was a chubby Hispanic male, more concerned with whatever he was doing on his phone than the goings on in the rest of the gym behind his back. After signing in I always started my workout with a little cardio on the elliptical machine. After about ten minutes I had worked up a decent sweat and got my heart rate going. I went upstairs to the area where all the weight lifting was done, and briefly surveyed the area. Across the room was an older man, maybe in his mid 60's, pathetically curling a thirty pound barbell. A little closer to where I was standing was a college aged girl with blonde hair, doing squat thrusts in the corner. Slightly disappointed but undeterred I began my own regiment with some pull-ups and some lateral exercises It seemed as though it would be yet another uneventful evening. And lo, after approximately fifteen minutes there entered a ray of hope. He was taller than me, standing at about six feet and 3 inches. He must have been about 26 or 27 by the looks of him, and he had the body mass of a true body builder. This hunk of man had a lightish brown crew cut and big brown eyes. His chin was chiseled as if it had been crafted by a master sculptor The same apparently applied to other parts of his body as well, but more on that later. "Probably straight as an arrow," I thought, and continued my regiment as usual. Over the next twenty or thirty minutes though, I started to notice him frequently looking in my direction. I wasn't sure if I could confirm his interest in me, so I decided to give him a bit of a show and gauge his reaction from there. I casually moved into his line of sight, while still keeping a reasonable distance. I faced the mirror and kept my back turned to this sexy stud muffin. Pretending to stretch, I widened my legs and slowly bent over, sliding my hands down my toned legs and grabbing my ankles. I quivered a little as my shorts wedged themselves in between my ass cheeks. Peeking up at the mirror I could see this hot hunk of man meat's eyes fixated on my tight butt. I could have sworn that I saw him lick his lips. Thinking quickly, I devised a plan. After letting the guy watch me for several minutes, I headed over to the bench set, and loaded an amount of weight that was just a little bit too much for me. I began to lift and after a few repetitions I began to struggle. To my excitement, the man approached me. "Need a spot, bro?" He asked, slightly amused, but with a devious smirk on his mouth. "That would be great if you don't mind. Sure," I replied. "I'm Damon," I said. "What's your name?" "I'm Colin," he said with a smile. "Nice to meet you, Damon." "Likewise," I said, preparing to lift. "Ready?" "Whenever you are," said Colin, and I began to lift. I think it was during my second set when I intentionally slid up the bench to where my face could be aligned with Colin's crotch. I could notice the beginning stages of a bulge taking place under his tight bicycle shorts, which ended at the middle of his monstrous thighs. The sight of his bulge, and the light scent of his ball sweat through his shorts shot a sensation through my body which perked my own penis' interest. Colin didn't say anything, but looking up at him, I could tell that he had noticed. Being the confident cock warrior he was, Colin made the first move by intentionally moving his hips forward, his now growing bulge grazing the bridge of my nose. This in turn added to my own excitement, which Colin took as an invitation to continue. Looking around the gym, we could see that we were now the only two people left in the building, save of course for the attendant at the desk at least twenty yards away and obscured by machines and the building's support columns. As Colin increased the frequency of the contact made between his covered genitals and my face, I began to gain more of my own confidence. "If you keep doing that," I finally said, "You'd better be looking for something a little extra." "what might you have in mind?" Colin asked, a devilish grin spanning his lips. "Can I show you?" I asked, laying the barbell down on its supports and placing my hands on his hard, rippling thighs. Colin looked around and with a shrug he said, "By all means, cutie pie." "I always like to get a steam after exercising. The workout usually only gets hotter in the steam room." I said. "As do I," said Colin. "By all means, lead the way." I stood up from the bench and the two of us passed through the locker room to the pool area where the steam room was located. I could barely contain my growing arousal as we entered hot, steamy chamber. Colin closed the door behind us and I removed my shirt, a thin layer of sweat already adding shine to my rippling, slender core. Colin followed suit, tossing his shirt onto the tile bench which lined the length of the wall. His half naked body reminded me of the Greek gods of myth. I could see myself becoming engulfed in his herculean embrace, his powerful arms holding me tight against his massive chest and abdomen. I slowly approached the shiny man-god, who waited in anticipation. I slid my hands around his slick, rock-hard waist. He in turn wrapped his arms, like the trunks of trees, around me, sliding his large, masculine hands up and down my sweaty back. Our lips met in a passionate kiss as our members made contact with each other beneath our shorts. As we kissed, Colin slid his hand down the back of my shorts, groping at my firm buttocks. I slid my tongue into his mouth and he slid his fingers between the cheeks of my ass. "Mmm.." I moaned, wiggling my behind to allow his fingers better access to their obvious target. We could feel our pricks swelling against one another as Colin stroked my anus gently with his middle finger. I pulled my lips from his, and kissed a trail down his well-built pectoral muscles, and over his eight-pack abs as I lowered myself to my knees. Finally I was eye-level with his impressive bulge. I looked up at Colin, who gave a lusty sigh as I ran my hands up his thighs. Slowly I curled my fingers around the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down to his ankles. He stepped out of his shorts and kicked them to the side, now wearing nothing but his shoes and a pair of classic white briefs. I slid inward, closer to his crotch, and as I pressed my face against it, I began to salivate as I felt the pulse of his massive manhood which awaited my services. I kissed his cock over his briefs, opening my mouth wide over its head, letting my warm breath break against it. "Ooh you're a big boy aren't you?" I said with a giggle. "May I please see it?" Colin couldn't say much, except: "Uhnn.. Yeah. Take it out, baby." Of course I was happy to oblige. I looked up into Colin's eyes and bit my bottom lip as I slowly peeled open the hole in the front of his briefs. Reaching my right hand into the opening, I gently pulled out his near full erection. My eyes widened and a little gasp escaped my lips as I feasted my eyes on his beautiful phallus, which was adorned with a dolphin style piercing. "Wow.." I said, looking back up into Colin's eyes. "That's one big fucking dick.." I began working his shaft with my hand slowly, gently twisting at the head and base. The god-like cock throbbed warmly in my hand until it reached its full length. It must have been eleven inches long and four inches thick. My mouth was seriously watering now. Lifting up his dick to expose its underside, I ran my tongue upward along his shaft from the base and flicked it against his cockhole. I repeated this measure several times, looking up lustfully at Colin as I did so. Colin closed his eyes, and saying nothing, leaned his head back in pleasure. Once I could resist no more I puckered my lips and touched them to his helmet head. Pushing my lips down over his knob, my lips widened to accommodate the rest of his thickness. Colin's meaty cock was so savory, like a smooth, sweaty sugarcane. It was so irresistible, I became driven by a primal urge to take his full length in my mouth. I did so, surprising myself, as well as my recipient, as my throat muscles loosened, allowing me to take Colin's full length down my throat to its hilt. Slowly I elevated my mouth back up to his cock's head where I applied suction. As I lowered again, I ran my hands up the backs of his thighs and up under the back of his briefs, massaging his hard yet luscious ass cheeks. Colin ran his hands through my hair, pulling it and guiding my head as it bobbed up and down over his juicy cock. After several minutes I pulled my mouth from his cock to catch my breath. A long stream of precum ran from his tip to my bottom lip. I aptly approached his cock with mouth again, licking the precum from the tip of his dick. I looked up at him again, my face now flushed with uncontrollable desire. "My God... Your cock... It tastes so good." I said, almost out of breath. "I want to drink every drop of your hot sticky cum." As I leaned in to get another taste of his cum cannon, Colin gently touched my chin. "Later... For now I want to play with you a little." Colin said, almost out of breath himself. I smirked and stood up, moving over to the bench against the wall. I laid on my side with my legs splayed open seductively. "Well then," I said, "Come and get it." Colin moved over to the bench and sat at my feet. He took me by my right ankle, and started to untie my shoe. "Careful there, stud," I said, "I forget to wear socks today so my feet might be a little stinky." I giggled. "Mmm, that's just how I like them." Colin said. He had finished untying my shoe and proceeded to slip it off of my size eight and a half foot. He lifted my foot up under his nose and I wiggled my toes a little. "Mmm that feels better." I said. Colin put his nose right up against my toes and took in a long whiff. "Oh yeah, you were right. Your feet are nice and smelly. Like honey and vinegar." He said, beginning to kiss the sole of my sweaty foot up and down. After sniffing my toes a little more he began to suck on them, darting his tongue between all of my toes, savoring the flavor of every one. I slid my hand into my shorts and began stroking on my already completely erect cock. After a couple of minutes of dragging his tongue up the bottom of my foot from heel to toe, Colin stopped and reached for my other foot. "That one's clean now." He said. He untied my other shoe and slid it off. "This one though," he said, "is still nice and sweaty and stinky. I think it needs a nice tongue bath too." He stuck his nose into my shoe and inhaled deeply. Then setting the shoe aside he began to suck on my freshly exposed foot, still sticky with workout sweat. "Mmm that feels good." I said, continuing to massage my dick under my shorts. I began to rub my other foot along the length of Colin's shaft, gripping his helmet head with my toes and wiggling them all over it. I could feel more of his precum leaking out in between my toes. Colin watched me stroking myself. After a moment, and to my temporary disappointment, he stopped worshiping my foot. He leaned over me, the way a man does as he prepares to ravage his lover. As Colin gripped the waistband of my cute little silken shorts and pulled them down past my knees and over my feet, he was surprised and excited to see my little pink g-string thong, with a little white ribbon on the front under the waist. My smooth, plump balls dangled out of one side, while the front of my panties peaked like a tower, tented up by my raging hard-on, which bounced ever so slightly as my blood pumped through it. Colin leaned over me and gently rubbed the palm of his hand on my cock over my panties, gently massaging my balls with his other hand, and periodically licked them and savoring their sweaty flavor. Slowly I closed my eyes and wriggled with pleasure, biting my lower lip. I wrapped my right leg around his waist and rubbed the sole of my foot up and down his left buttock. Removing his hand Colin could see the wet spot on my panties where my own precum had seeped through. Colin slid down my body, becoming eye level with my cock tent. He stuck out his tongue and started licking the tip of my dick through my panties, making "yummy" sounds while he tasted my precum. "Do you like my cute little panties?" I asked, looking down at Colin, my fingers running through his short brown hair. Colin looked me over, his eyes glazed over, drunk with lust and desire. "Oh yeah D... Goddamn you're so fucking sexy" was all he could manage, obviously having reverted most of the blood flow from his brain to his still throbbing member, continuing to leak precum on my naked thigh. Reaching down I scooped some of his precum from my thigh with my finger, bringing it back up to to my lips. I happily sucked his juice from my finger and squealed in delight. Colin obviously couldn't take any more of this. His natural male instincts had finally taken over. I looked into his eyes, and though saying nothing, he must have heard my mind saying "Then come and fuck my brains out, baby." Colin began the final leg of his conquest by moving my g-string to the side. It was the tip of his nose I felt first, pressing against my pink puckered anus. Slowly and with intention he sniffed my butthole, beginning to stroke himself. Next it was his tongue, which he used expertly, dragging the length of it over my hole, the tip of it entering me. He gripped my ass with both hands and lifted my waist off of the bench. He buried his lips and tongue into my sweet rosebud, savoring every moment. I lifted and spread my legs farther apart, granting him easier access and offering him his final welcome. Since the bench was rather narrow, fucking in the missionary position seemed unlikely. Colin sat up against the wall with his knees spread apart. He looked like a barbarian king, sitting naked on his throne, his massive manhood towering powerfully into the air. His mighty rod reminded me of a proud young soldier, brimming with confidence. He was absolutely irresistible, glistening with sweat in this hot, steamy fuck chamber. I moved down to the floor and knelt before him, once again taking his huge cock in my mouth. I bobbed my head up and down over his eleven and a half inch serpent, salivating over it to prepare it for its entrance into my most sacred and intimate of parts. I slowly slid my mouth up over his tip and replaced it with my hand, with which I gripped him tightly, turning and squeezing it as it moved up and down his increasingly slippery shaft. My mouth hovered over his testicles and began to tickle them with the tip of my tongue, occasionally fitting one into my mouth and applying a great deal of suction. Longer translucent streams of precum leaked from his cockhole, which I spread around his helmet. "Come on baby, come get on this dick and take a ride." Said Colin. I didn't need any other invitation. I climbed up onto the bench and straddled him in the standard cowgirl position. Squeezing my ass cheeks, Colin tore my g-string, allowing himself full access to my hole. With my right hand on Colin's left shoulder, I reached down with my right and touched the warm tip of his dick to my entrance. I quivered with arousal at this contact and slowly guided him in. I lowered myself down upon his shaft inch by inch as it began to sink ever deeper into my asshole. Finally I could feel his gigantic balls rubbing on my ass cheeks, and I knew he was in me, balls deep. As I began to wiggle on top of his cock the initial pain quickly turned to unbelievable pleasure. I started moving my hips in small circles, letting him stir his wholly satisfying fuckstick within my tight and starving fuckhole. Once my anus had become accustomed to the length and girth of his cock, I began to move up and down on top of him, slowly at first and building up momentum as we both began to lose control. Before long Colin's aggressive, masculine nature took over, as he began thrusting in and out of me in time with my movements. His hands holding tightly on my ass cheeks, spreading them ever further apart, Colin began to slam me down hard over his dick. With every stroke of our sex, my ass sucked his cock of its precum. I could feel the pleasant sensation of his warm, gooey pre-ejaculate building up inside me, and leaking down the sides of his cock, air tight as our connection must have been. As we writhed together in ultimate pleasure, my cock, which at a healthy eight and half inches still seemed dwarfed compared to his, rubbed up and down against his sweaty, glistening abs. I wrapped my arms around Colin's neck, bringing us closer together so that my cock could slide between his bulging ab muscles. When I said "Fuck me harder, baby," Colin fucked me harder. When I said "Fuck me faster, baby," Colin fucked me faster. It wasn't long before he was fucking me absolutely silly. After several minutes I couldn't hold out any longer. Upon one Colin's upward thrusts, I felt the slight vibration at the base of my cock, which quickly turned to an intense tingle through my shaft, finally ending in a gratuitous burst of cum from the tip of my swollen member, which landed warm and sticky all over Colin's chest and abs The little bit that made it to his chin he licked off with his tongue. "Oh, shit-- I'm gonna fucking cum!" Colin said. "Y-yeah?" I replied, continuing to bounce on his cock, my own still pulsating and spurting out more of my own cum onto his stomach. With my hands I rubbed my cum into his skin like a lotion and licking his chest, savoring the sweet concoction of his sweat and my own cum. "Yeah... yeah, baby, it's about to.. It's coming!" Colin said, frantic and nearly out of breath. "Wait!" I said. "I told you I wanted to drink every drop of your cum!" I lifted myself off of his naked cock and back down to my knees where I lowered my mouth over his dick again and took it down my throat to the hilt. Using my lips and mouth for suction, I swirled my tongue around the underside of his cock nice and slowly. I had to admit that his cock tasted a lot better after it had been pounding my little anus for the last few minutes. This was apparently enough to cause the cum eruption of the century, as load after load of his hot, pearly ejaculate filled my mouth. I tried to keep up, swallowing each load of cum that burst forth from his cock, but there was so much that it began to dribble out of the sides of my mouth. Colin continued to feed me load after load after load of his cum, and I felt like I was trying to drink from the best kind of fire hose I had ever heard of. Colin moaned loudly, lost in his own world of total erotic pleasure. Finally, he began to tire, and he removed his now only semi-erect cock from my lips. Swallowing the last bits of cum in my mouth, I licked my lips and the sides of my mouth to collect whatever was left. I made sure to give his cock a nice cleaning, just to make sure I made good on my word not to waste a single drop. I loved the way his thick, warm, creamy cum felt as it slid down the back of my throat. If only I could have a steady supply I would surely become an addict. My body spent, I laid on the floor of the steam room, gently rubbing my cock and massaging my anus in a state of post coital bliss. Colin Joined me on the floor and took me in his arms. Our naked, sweaty bodies lay there spooning; Colin's cock nestled cozily between my ass cheeks. A real gentle man, he gently massaged my now-going-flaccid gland as we breathed heavily in the quiet, the only sound coming from the steam filling the room. "I guess tonight was my lucky night." I said, smiling, cuddling up against him. "If only I could multiply you a few times over, I'd never run out of that delicious cum of yours, and I could suck your cock all day long." "Suppose you could." Colin said coyly. "Give me your number and I'll show you a whole new world." "Intriguing," I said, "But what exactly are you talking about?" "Meet me here same time tomorrow," He said, "And you'll see what I mean."

A last check around the house,everything was ready,everything in place.I loved this house,I had been fortunate buying it in Clapham before the market went insane.It had been an early suggestion of Robs',to invest in something that didn't disappear up my nose.At that time I partied hard,played hard.Twenty five and still running. Now I had my little oasis,others thought it odd we did not live together,but he knew how important it was that I could lock the door.Then there was the fact he always joked he was insufferable to live with.In my experience that’s why most relationships founder,people don't accept they are not a dream companion twenty four hours a day,seven days a week. So he had his place,I had mine,and we still shared more than the average husband and wife would ever dream of.Today was a prime example. A few years earlier we had discovered I could never have children,scarring,a reminder of unpleasant episodes in my life.We had mourned,moved on,but one dark night he forced me to confess my disappointment,the secret dream I had held hidden.Unable to bear his children he had devised this way of doing things instead.It worked,and all in all was a more realistic scenario. The scenario?Well if I could not offer him a daughter,I could do the next best thing. I looked at the clock,it was time to go,calling Holly I clipped the lead to her collar."Come on Holly,we are going for a drive"Her ears perked up.She loved the car,would sit happily for hours,her wet black nose poking out into the fume filled traffic.Supposedly dogs have a better sense of smell than us,no one seems to have told Holly that. Parking at Victoria ,was as usual, awful.I ended up on a meter,feeding it pound coins in anticipation of a long wait.This was not the day to get a parking ticket.Once in the station I sat quietly,the rush of people,arriving,parting,hugging,swearing.Some lost in music,others focused ,striding ahead.As always I started inventing lives for them.It was a hang over from my working days.This one a doctor with a guilty secret.That one a caring for a sick wife. I bent down and scratched holly between the ears.She was patient ,as I was,but this wasn’t the ideal environment for a dog .Watching the passengers wearily leave the latest bus to arrive I did not think we would be waiting much longer.It was from Newcastle.They would be tense,tired after the long dull journey south. One of the last to get off she was tall, slim,well dressed,clutching her backpack as if it contained her life savings,which it probably did.As well as books no doubt,and probably a teddy,hidden away at the bottom.I had learnt to avoid the girls with make up and fashionable clothes,the ones who knew already nothing came for free.She looked around 13,that moment between child and woman . “Come on “I said to Holly,”I think we have found her.” She was standing at the exit,drawing up the courage to plunge herself into the city.This was the point of no return,the bus will have seemed unreal,this was it,life as a runaway.. “Excuse me I think you have dropped this” She turned,looking at me then at the the purse ,confused she almost went to check her pocket,despite not recognising the purse in my hand. “Oh no that’s not mine,”Not a strong Geordie accent,I had guessed right,a nice girl from a nice family.For a moment I saw a ghost ,another girl arriving in London,running away from things she did not even admit to herself.Part of the reason I was so good at this ,I had stood,uncertain and afraid,trying to work out what to do next. “Oh, I saw it by your feet,and assumed, it was yours.I suppose I had better hand it in,some poor soul will be going mad.”See how respectable I am ,how decent and honest.I looked around,as if wondering what to do “I was only here to see my daughter off, they must have a lost property office.Could you do me a favour ,hold Holly for me while I go to look?” She looked down at Holly,her laughing mouth,her ears pricked,her tail wagging.She bent down her top hanging forward as she patted Holly on the head.I could see the small tits ,the roundness just filling her bra. “Sure “she said,smiling at the dog.As I walked away I knew I had her.A quick visit to the toilet to dump the empty purse,bought that day at Claire's accessories,We would chat ,I would express my horror at her situation and she would be persuaded to come back with me to my safe welcoming home. In the car we chatted about how I had first come to London at 15,how I couldn't stand home anymore,I wanted to be free.Putting the words she needed into her mouth.I could see her relaxing,nodding as I understood,in a way “they” did not.She told me of her parents,separated for years ,but still fighting.How they both tried to control her life,and use her to score points.I sensed other things ,untold on the edges of her words. “Here we are”I said brightly as I parked up.”Home sweet home.Can you get Hollies lead I don't want her running onto the road”.She was in fact well trained,as soon as we got in she would find her basket and remain there,no matter what she heard.But I wanted the girl to feel useful,needed. The front door closed behind us and I felt the tension building in my chest.The wetness between my legs,the desire ,the need. She put her bag down and turned towards me. A slap across her face,sudden,leaving a mark against her pale skin. “You really are a silly little slut aren’t you,did mummy never tell you not to go off with strangers?” Shock,fear,confusion.I wanted to slap her again,to feel her resist, I wondered how those arms would feel as I gripped them.But I needed to get her upstairs to the bedroom.She must be scared,not paralysed. “Upstairs ,now” I ordered. At the top of the stairs she paused,I pushed her through the open bedroom door,caught by surprise she stumbled,falling to the floor.The sight of her sprawling,looking up at me was almost to much.I took a deep breath to contain my self. “Clothes off now ” “I don't, I don't understand,”she stammered,looking up with tear filled eyes,I stood over her resisting the urge to kiss those wet cheeks. “Its very simple, you are going to remove your clothes.” “I will go to the police,I will”She said in a voice trying to sound confident. “Who will not believe you and will return you home,to the fights,even less freedom,to the hours spent in your bedroom wondering,waiting” At this last comment I glimpsed the darkness in her eyes and knew I had chosen well.I was rarely wrong,like Holly I was too well trained. She remained still,her eyes big with tears.I stood over her and looked down,not speaking.This was the moment on which it all turned.If she chose to fight now there would be violence,rage,her pale skin would be bruised and scratched.A different dance,but one with its own pleasures. But if she co operated,if she allowed herself to be used,then things could take a different path Her hands were shaking as she unbuttoned her shirt,slipping it off her thin shoulders.I decided to help her,obedience is easier for some than choosing. “Stand up,take off your shoes and trousers” She did as she was told,and then she stood in front of me,white knickers and bra,looking at the floor,her body trembling.Grabbing her arm i pulled her across to the bed,she cried out with the pain and tried to pull back,I grabbed her hair ,twisting it in my fingers and she fell to her knees.I knew the level of fear I wanted.Once she stopped struggling I released my grip slightly and she allowed herself to be moved to the bed. The restraints were in place,I was practiced in being able to fasten each of them one handed.Sitting astride her I quickly snapped them in place around her wrists.The feel of her beneath me,her twisted face,her heart beating ,I almost lost control.But that was not the plan.I wanted her,but I would take her when the fear,the excitement had reached the chosen moment. I moved,not totally trusting myself.Looking down at her arms outstretched,legs pressed close together,she knew what was coming.Just not how or when. I left the room. “I have her Sir,”The text was brief.I had not failed yet,now I would wait for the reply.Waiting the need in me grew.My clit was burning,my pussy needed to be filled.In the living room was a locked toybox.A handsome oak chest that attracted no attention .Rooting through it I took out the toy needed for later,and my favourite vibe. Lying flat on my back I imagined her struggling on the bed,legs twisting,trying to squeeze her hands out of the restraints.I started to fuck my self,feeling the vibrator fill my pussy,feeling myself tighten around it.Loosing myself in visions of her tear stained face I came as my mobile buzzed. One word ”Proceed” I stripped,out of the respectable clothes,to my natural,naked state.My breasts were still firm,my stomach flat.More muscular than expected,but that was necessary.As always I wished I could wear my dogtags for this,but it had been deemed to dangerous.Without them i still carried the scars on my back,and the circle of my branding.Both pink and twisted against my pale skin. Gathering the strap on , I headed upstairs.The orgasm had not sated me.Instead it had left me burning for more.As I climbed the stairs I could hear myself breathing,the house seemed to be waiting,holding it’s breath.Outside a car engine revved,i was hyper alert,the carpet felt rough against my feet.I could smell my own cunt,hear her still crying where i had left her.I wondered if she was a screamer. I paused before entering the bedroom,a deep breath.A flash to a different room,so many years before,paying rent in the way he suggested to the young welsh lad who had found me wandering the streets.That first time being bent over the end of his sofa in his bedsit,his thick cock entering my arse ,trying not to respond as he found my clit.Years later I still remember his breath against my neck as he came.The rough feel of the sofa beneath me.Trying not to cry,even as I came. I pushed the thoughts away,that had been 25 years ago,I doubted he would even recognise me now.I had to focus on this girl here.I opened the door. She had been lying motionless,but as she heard me enter the room she started struggling again.Her nipples were hard with fear,her eyes clenched shut.I wanted to feel her skin against mine.Putting the strap on down i walked to the bed and sat astride her.She bucked trying to push me off,as they always did.It meant her stomach rubbed against my wet cunt,each time she tried to push me off my clit touched her pale fevered skin. I lent forward,using my greater weight to stop her struggles.Holding her arms in my hands pinning her to the bed. “Be still,you cant escape but you can make this easy or hard” Leaning caused my nipples to brush against her chest,I rocked slightly savouring the sensation.Tremors going through me as I rubbed my cunt and breasts against her naked defenceless body. I wanted to taste her,I lowered my head,taking one tiny hard nipple in my mouth.She gasped,unable to help herself as I traced around it with my tongue.Sucking gently at first,then harder,pulling it slightly with my teeth.I was still holding her down ,but she was no longer struggling.I transferred my attention to the other nipple,teasing sucking ,licking,until I heard a swallowed sound from her.Halfway between a sob and a moan. Caught by her own bodies betrayal,I knew the confusion she would be feeling.The trick was to ensure her excitement over rode her pain. She did not speak,i wondered if she was wet yet?I moved my hand ,gently stroked her between the legs.She jerked in response,and slammed her thighs together.Too late to hide the fact her pussy was soaking though. “Oh,fighting,not a wise move”She looked at me,fear in her eyes.I got up and went over to the dildo,one end went inside me,the other erect,pointing upwards.A cock that was always hard,always ready,unaffected by pleas or tears. The feeling when I strapped it on,a rush went through me.I was glad she had resisted.Much as I wanted to lick her,I wanted this more. She was kicking her legs,but I had the advantage of strength and experience.I pushed her legs back,till her knees were touching her chest and slowly started to push the dildo into her.The tightness,the resistance,i forced myself to go slowly ,even as i wanted to ride uncontrolled on the end in me. She was crying,begging,i pushed harder,knowing she could take more.I started to build up a rhythm,feeling myself close to orgasm.Faster now the plastic cock was properly inside her.I let go of one leg and started playing with her clit.As I fucked her faster I knew I was close to coming,from the change in her breathing,the little cries that had replaced the sobbing,I knew she was too.Faster i rubbed her, clit her legs had relaxed now,she was lost in the sensation,then,a cry,her skin flushed and she came.Now I could loose myself,finally coming as i fucked her,fucked myself,my pussy filled,I came ,gushing over the dildo,her cunt,i cried out,lost in my orgasm,riding the waves of pleasure.She responded,starting to rise up to the thrusts.I lent forward and played with her nipples,her eyes were closed,she was panting.Coming again her legs were wide open now.I knew we had found a new slut,to train,to share,to set on her way. She was showering,embarrassed,angry ,confused,but docile.I sat on the end of the bed,watching the open bathroom door and going through her bag.Tomorrow Rob would come,she would be fucked again,willingly or unwillingly,she would learn her new role,but tonight was about reassurance and getting to know her. At the bottom of the bag was a diary,always worth reading,even if it contained awful teenage poetry.A few photographs fell out.One,a baby picture caught my eye,mum dad,a fat toddler sitting between them.A memory of a perfect family that never existed.The dad in the photo caught my eye,a strange familiarity.Looking closer,I wondered,surely it was too unlikely a coincidence? “Whats your dads name”I asked her,trying to sound casual.When she told me,all I could do was laugh.It seemed the rent had been refunded,with interest.

*Bling* I look down at my phone to see who has texted me. I open up the messaging app and see it's from my boss. "What could these be about?" I mutter to myself. I open my bosses text message and read, "Hey, John, until further notice, we need you to work from home. Washington Financing has put into place a WFH order for all employees until the end of March. We'll update you when anything else has been decided. If you have any questions, feel free to text or call me. Thanks!" I exit out of the messaging app and turn off my phone. "Hey babe," I yell from the front room. "I'm working from home for the next couple weeks." Danielle walks out to the front room and comes and hugs me. "I'm so glad you're going to be safe," she starts to tear up. "I just have a really bad feeling about this virus, that's all." She grabs a tissue and wipes her tears. "Since we're both working from home now, how do you feel about moving to our "safe" house. We already have a few months supply of food and toilet paper. I feel like we're really going to need all that toilet paper." She looks at me with pleading eyes. I chuckle and give her another hug. "If that's what you want hun, I'm completely fine with that. At least we'll be away from everyone." I give her a kiss and we both go off to start packing. Three hours later and we have the trailer packed with our stock of food and supplies from our main home (another three months worth) and whatever clothing we might need. We lock up the house and get in the truck. "In two hours we'll be safe and sound in the mountains, just the two of us. It'll be a nice little vacation, minus the working from home." Danielle leans over and gives me a kiss and I start the engine. "Here we go!" I pull out of the driveway and head on our way. Half way through the trip, I feel my wife's hand on my leg. I look over at her and she just smiles at me. She moves her hand up a little and I can start to feel a stirring in my cock. "Hunny, are you sure about this? It's the middle of the day and anyone could see." She just raises both her eyebrows and proceeds to move her hand to my zipper and unzips my pants. My cock is now fully hard at 8 inches and waiting for her to release it from my boxers. She then unbuttons my pants button and reaches down my boxers and grabs my cock and pulls it out of the boxers. "Oh wow," she says wide-eyed and all smiles. "Just the thought of this turns you on huh babe?" She starts to slowly stroke my cock as I mumble "mmhmm" to her. A couple minutes of this slow stroking and she starts to speed up. I have to remember to keep my eyes on the road as I keep swerving a little into the other lane. "Holy shit baby, have I ever told you how good you are at handjobs?" She nods her head up and down and keeps stroking, going a little faster now. Her hands are so smooth and small that she has a hard time gripping the full girth of my cock. I feel my climax coming on. "Oh God, I'm about to cum." She stops stroking, unbuckles her seat belt, and leans over. She sticks my cock in her mouth and proceeds to finish me off by blowing me. It doesn't take long as I gush stream after stream of cum into her mouth. Again, I have to swerve back into my lane as I almost run another car off the road. After I'm done cumming into her mouth, she pulls my cock out and licks the tip of my cock to get any excess cum seeping out. "How'd you like that baby?" She sits back into her seat and buckles back up. She licks her lips as she looks at me. "That was fantastic!" I exclaim. "I think the risk of that made me cum so hard. You are by far the sexiest lady I know." I start to put my cock back in my pants but I'm stopped by my wife. "I want to hold on to it the rest of the trip," she reaches over and grabs a hold of it again and holds on to it the rest of the way. About an hour later and two more handjobs, we make it to our house in the mountains. "We need to take more trips like that," I say to her as I turn off the truck. I lean over and kiss her on the lips and then proceed to put my cock back in my pants. I get out of the truck and open up the trailer. We finish unloading and go inside to set up everything. I start to unpack one of the boxes and look up as Danielle is walking in from the hallway. She's completely naked. Her perfect 36DDD tits are hanging loose and her perfectly shaven pussy is looking scrumptious. "Wow, babe, you're looking great as usual." I've cum three times today but I can already feel my cock growing again. "I figured since there's no one around for miles, we could unpack naked," she smiles and winks at me. I don't waste any time and proceed to strip naked. My cock is fully hard again and it whips right out when I take off my boxers. "Wow, hunny, three times and you still get hard at the site of my body." She walks over to me, turns around and bends over. I grab my cock and stick it in her pussy. She's so wet it slips right in with ease. I thrust into her slowly and then begin to ram her pussy back and forth. I'm so turned on that it only takes me about 5 minutes before I'm cumming in her pussy. I pull out and turn her around and kiss her. "I think that's a new record for one day," she says as she kneels down to lick my cock clean. She gets back up and we start to unpack. 2 weeks later. *Bling, bling. Bling, bling* I rush over to the phone and pick it up. "Hello, this is John." "Hey, John. It's Ronnie." We proceed to talk for a little bit. After a few minutes Ronnie says, "So, our kids are stuck in Europe with their grandparents. Our fucktard of a president won't allow them to come back because of this whole virus thing. Since they can't come home, we're bored off our asses here. Do you mind if we come over and hang out a little bit." "Dude, I wish we could but we went to our secondary house to get away from everything." I think on it a little while and then come up with an idea. "Hey, since your kids are going to be gone for probably quite awhile, why don't you guys come stay with us until they're back. Just pack up whatever food and supplies you need. We have an extra bedroom. It would be perfect! Danielle's been saying she wishes she had another female here." "Dude, that's fuckin' awesome," I hear him yell to Rosie to pack up her things and get ready to leave. "Text me the address and we'll be there. This is great!" We hang up and I instantly text him the address. I go to the bedroom and wake Danielle up. "Guess what hunny," I wait till she's sitting up. "Rosie and Ronnie are coming to stay with us!" She jumps out of bed, still naked, and gives me a big hug. "Oh my god," she exclaims. "I'm so excited! I need to get ready." She rushes out of the room and into the bathroom. *Well, I guess I better get dressed. Shit, I won't be able to be naked with them here now. Fuck!* I dwell on it a little but then go and find some clothes. About 5 hours later, I hear a honk outside. "Babe, I think they're here." I go and open the front door and as I expected, they're pulling into the driveway. I head out to greet them with Danielle close behind. "Ronnie, my man," I say as I get close to the vehicle. I give him a handshake hug and proceed to look over at Rosie. *Holy shit, she's looking fine as ever* She's wearing a super low-cut tank top exposing a lot of cleavage and super short shorts exposing the bottom of her ass cheeks. I wave at her as she gets out of the vehicle. Danielle runs up to her and gives her a hug. "You two go inside and get caught up. Ronnie and I will unload the vehicle." Danielle and Rosie head inside and I help Ronnie unload. "Dude, I'm so excited you guys are here. It gets kinda boring with just the two of us." "I'm excited too dude," Ronnie responds. "We miss the kids but we couldn't be stuck in the house." We finish unpacking and head inside with the wives. "So, now that we're all unpacked," I look over at the girls and see they both already have glasses of wine. "What should we do first? I'm sure Danielle has already showed Rosie your guyses room." Danielle nods her head up and down and takes another drink. "What about a game?" Ronnie asks, grabbing a deck of cards from the kitchen counter. "I've been practicing up on my poker skills, Texas Hold'em style." He grabs a beer for himself and one for me from the fridge and sits on the couch next to his wife. Rosie giggles. "Strip poker?" She asks still giggling. I look at Danielle and we both shrug. "That's fine with us," answers Danielle and I nob my head yes without saying anything. "Wow, Rosie," exclaims Ronnie. "How strong is that wine? I guess if everyone else is fine with it, I am. First off, the rules. If you lose the hand, you take off an article of clothing. If you fold two times in a row, you take off an article of clothing. That's about it." He opens the deck of cards and starts to deal out everyone's hands. I get a King of Hearts and a Queen of Spades. All of us call for the first round and Ronnie flips over three cards: a Two of Clubs, Five of Clubs, and a King of Clubs. I call, Ronnie calls, Rosie calls, and Danielle folds. Next card is Queen of Diamonds. Everyone calls again. Final card is turned over and it's a King of Diamonds. *Yes,* I think as I now have a full house. I, of course, call and Ronnie calls but Rosie folds. I flip over my hand. "Full house, Kings over Queens. Beat that Ronnie!" Ronnie flips over his hand and he's only got a three of a kind. "Yes, I win. Take off something Ronnie." Ronnie proceeds to take off one of his shoes and we continue playing that game. The next rounds go: Danielle and Rosie losing and taking off a flip flop each, Ronnie losing again and taking off his other shoe, me losing three rounds in a row and taking off both shoes and a sock, Rosie losing two rounds and taking off her other flip flop and her shorts. She's wearing a lace pair of panties that are pretty much see through besides around the pussy area. "It would be my wife losing her clothes the fastest," he chuckles and deals out the next hand. Ronnie loses the next three hands and ends up taking off his two socks and his t-shirt. "Karma sucks, huh Ronnie," I laugh and take a drink of my beer. Ronnie keeps dealing and Danielle loses the next hand, taking off her other flip flop. Ronnie loses another hand taking off his pants, leaving him with just his boxers. The next two hands I lose and I take off my other sock and my shirt. Danielle loses one and loses another one along with Rosie. Danielle takes off her pants revealing a bright pink thong and her shirt revealing a very tight fitting bra barely keeping in her huge tits. I catch Ronnie looking but don't say anything as I stare at Rosie as she takes off her shirt revealing her big, but smaller than Danielle's, tits, barely being contained by her bra as well. The game keeps going as Ronnie deals another hand. All of us lose except for Ronnie so I remove my pants, not know the tip of my now erect cock is sticking out the top of my boxers. Danielle removes her thong and Rosie removes her bra. *God damn, Rosie's got some great tits.* Now we're all down to one article of clothing as Ronnie and I both have our boxers on, Rosie has her panties on, and Danielle has her bra on. "How about this, no one folds and winner doesn't have to remove their last article of clothing?" Everyone agrees and Ronnie deals out the last hands. I end up getting a Three of Diamonds and an Eight of Hearts. Ronnie flips over three cards: an Ace of Clubs, Ten of Spades, and an Eight of Diamonds. He flips over the last two: a King of Hearts and a Jack of Spades. "Well fuck, I lost this one." I flip over my hand and show the group. Rosie flips over hers and shows a pair of Tens and Ronnie reveals three Eights. Last, Danielle flips over her hand to reveal a straight, King of Hearts down to 10 of Spades. "Well it looks like my wife wins," I say as I start to take my boxers off. My fully erect cock flings out of my boxers and I notice Rosie staring wide eyed. Ronnie then whips out his slightly smaller cock and takes his boxers off the rest of the way. Lastly, Rosie turns away from us and slowly takes off her panties. She's got the most perfect, round ass I've ever seen. "Damn Rosie, great ass! I feel bad though," Danielle says after we all got naked. "I'm gonna be a good sport and take my bra off since everyone else is naked." She proceeds to take her bra off and her massive boobs fall out. Again, I see Ronnie checking them out and I'm pretty sure his cock got a little harder. I smile though because I was checking Rosie out as well. "Well, good game guys," Ronnie hastily says and grabs Rosie's hand. "I think it's bed time for us." Rosie tries to pull away but Ronnie holds on. "Come on Rosie, that drive was a long one and I'm exhausted." He tries to hint to her what he wants by slightly nodding his head to the bedroom. Rosie picks up the hint and we all say our goodnight. Rosie and Ronnie head to their bedroom and Danielle and I both have the same thing in mind and we head to our bedroom as well. When we get there, I open the custom built armoire to reveal a 55 inch TV. I switch on the TV and hit the input button on the remote until I'm to the security cameras. I then proceed to flip through the cameras until I'm to the one of Ronnie and Rosie's room. I turn on the sound and we listen. "...Danielle's tits," Ronnie says excitedly. "They're huge!" "I know right," Rosie responds. "I thought mine were big but she's two Ds bigger than me. I'm kinda jealous. And did you see John's dick, huge too. How were they so blessed?" "Well you have an amazing ass," Ronnie says as he walks over and squeezes it. "I saw John checking you out all over and I'm pretty sure Danielle wanted to grab your ass as well." I look over at Danielle and she just nods her head in agreement. All of a sudden, Rosie gets on her knees, grabs Ronnie's cock and puts it in her mouth. "I'm so glad you picked up on what I was saying out there." At that moment, I feel lips on my cock as well and I look down and Danielle's got my cock her mouth. "You keep watching babe," she says in between sucks. I do as she says and watch as Rosie is now deepthroating Ronnie. At this rate, I don't know how long I'll last. Danielle pulls my cock out and licks the tip while fondling with my balls. She then sticks it back in and deepthroats all 8 inches. I look back at the screen and Ronnie has now got Rosie bent over the bed as he fucks her from behind. Danielle stands up and takes me to the side of the bed and lays me down with my legs hanging over the side. She then kneels back down and sticks my cock in between my her tits and proceeds to titty fuck my cock. I turn my head to the TV and Ronnie is now thrusting fast and hard into Rosie from behind still. As I look at Rosie, I notice her tits swinging forward and back. Between Rosie's tits swinging and my cock getting titty fucked, I start to shoot strands of cum all over Danielle's tits, chest, and one shot hits her in the chin. "Damn, hunny, I'm sorry." I apologize. "You titty fucking me and watching them at the same time just caused me to lose it." "That's alright babe," she stands up and then lays on the bed. "You can eat me out now while I watch them." I get up off the bed and take my turn kneeling in front of her. I start slowly tonguing her very wet pussy making her moan. I keep doing this as she watches Ronnie flip Rosie over on the bed and start to fuck her missionary style. I stick my tongue in deeper making her moan louder. "I forgot how good you are with that tongue," she says, moaning some more. I take a second to look up from her pussy and watch as Ronnie starts to cum all over Rosie's stomach. After he's finished cumming he kneels down and proceeds to eat her out as well. Both Ronnie and I keep eating out our wives for quite awhile. Normally I can get Danielle off quicker than this but she seems to be holding it in. I stick my middle in her pussy and start to finger her as well as thrusting my tongue in and out and playing with her clit. A few more moments and she starts to spasm and then she starts to moan. I hear another loud moaning from the TV and look up and notice Rosie orgasming at the same time. *So that's what Danielle was waiting for* I look at her after she's done spasming and she just smirks at me. I get on the bed next to her and place my arm around her and grab one of her tits. Soon after we both drift off to sleep. ---------- More chapters to come!

-Under the bridge, based on a true story- Tuesday: "I, uhm, I.... I really like you. I love you." I knew this was coming. I stood there as he declared his undying love, as others had before. I waited, then broke the news, "I like girls." This had happened at least three times before. Boys would 'fall in love' with me. And I'd tell them that I... bat for the other team. We were sat in the park, me and Micheal. I was sat on the swing and he was stood up next to me. He was looking down at his feet, struggling to find words. "That's cool, I don't mind." He replied and told me how he was accepting of it, but he hoped we could still be friends. "Of course! Nothing's changed with our friendship." I told him. In truth, it was annoying- having him lust after me and tell me I'm 'beautiful' all the time. Sunday: I was sat on the sofa after dinner, when there was a knock at the door. I looked out of the window, it was Micheal. I went to the door and he came in for a while, then I pulled on my leather jacket and we went out. We walked for a bit, then got to a shaded area of forest. I took him under the bridge, it was quiet under there and it was beginning to get dark. We'd watched the sun setting. I like that, watching the sun. I like to be out and surrounded by nature. We were both quiet and my thoughts were wandering. Recently I'd been having thoughts about men. I'd known all my life that I liked girls, but recently I'd been getting sexual feelings towards men. I didn't like them in a romantic way, but whenever I masturbated, I'd think about men and how I wanted so much to feel a dick inside me. I though- I hoped- that it was just some teenage phase. Perhaps. We were just standing under the darkened bridge. "What do you want to do?" I asked. "I don't mind Kacey." Micheal replied. I moved closer to him. It was awkward and there was a real sexual tension in the air. I was really wet. Micheal stood awkwardly. "Micheal...." I started. He remained quiet. I moved closer. I stopped moving toward him and lent against the wall. Micheal followed. I moved closer to him, our arms touching. I was getting really wet at the thought of what we could be doing, this could be my chance to try it out with a guy, to see if the feelings had any meaning. I moved round and lent against him- unable to take the frustration any longer. "Wha...." he started, in surprise. Right then I kissed him. It was... okay, but it was certainly making me even wetter. I was so wet my panties were soaking through. "Look, I know what I said- and I AM gay. But, I've been starting to have feelings for guys recently and I think we both know, that there is so much sexual tension right now." He gave a slight nod, not knowing what to make of the situation. I slipped my hand through his black jeans and stroked his cock. It was hard, I knew it would be. I wasn't sure what to do, I was still a virgin but I'd seen a lot of porn videos, and read a lot of stuff. We were both sixteen, so it was legal and all. I moved down slowly till I was on my knees. I unzipped his jeans and got out his massive erect cock. Even in comparison to porn videos, his cock was really big- especially for a sixteen year old. It was thick too, really thick. I got to my knees and started to lick up and down his shaft. Right from the balls to the tip, I lingered at the tip for a while, stroking my tongue over the very tip of his cock. I took the head in my mouth and started sucking on it gently, covering it with my saliva. I pushed a bit further, and further. I was going slowly. Every now and then I lingered on the tip and licked him. He let out a moan and stroked the back of my head. He was a virgin too. I started to get faster, moving my mouth swiftly up and down his big cock, getting faster and faster each time. He moaned more and I started thrusting my whole head as far as I could, each time increasing with speed and intensity. He was thrusting his pelvis against my head. as his cock slipped further onto my warm, wet mouth. His hands were on the back of my head, pushing me forward, letting me twist on the way back up. I reached up with my hands, and started to stroke his balls with one, rubbing his shaft with the other. I kept going, faster and harder. His hands reached down to grab my hair as I was sliding my mouth against his dick with intense passion. I could feel him getting ready to cum, it was making me so wet. "OOOOOOH" he cried, as he thrust his cock right into my moth, cumming straight down my throat, I clasped his cock in my mouth, It was deep, in to the balls, his love running down my throat, as I withdrew I swallowed the rest and suckled on the tip of his cock, as the last few drops squirted into my moth. I took my time cleaning him up with my tongue, and he became partially erect once more. I looked up at him and smiled, he looked down into my eyes and smiled back. "How was I?" I asked. "Fucking great," he panted in return. I stood up to meet his eyes. "I, uhm..... I want to, please you." He panted shyly. I looked down in embarrassment and laughed, "It's fine," I said, "You don't have to, I don't mind... helping you out." I said. "No." "I want to." He asserted. I looked down more, "I.... I need to Kacey." Right then his hand slipped into my jeans and I moaned. "Are you sure?" I asked him. "Yes." HE replied. "mmmmm" I moaned, his cold long fingers stroking my wet pussy. "Do you, now how to?" I asked, I wasn't expecting much." He looked unsure but said "I'll try, okay? And then you can tell me if it's okay." I nodded and he started. I thought he'd go straight for my pussy hole, and start fingering me, but to my surprise- he didn't. It was as though he knew what he was doing. Really knew. He started rubbing me softly, from my soaking wet pussy to my clit. Then, he used my juice to make small circles around my little clit. I moaned softly and lent against him. He was using his fingers to rub me, then he'd move them fast across it, varying the pressure. It felt amazing. Suddenly, he lifted me up, still rubbing me, and carried me to a nearby wall where I'd lain my jacket. He laid me down there and with his free hand, pulled down my jeans and pants. With one hand, he was rubbing my clit and with the other, rubbing my pussy hole, making circles with his hand. He pushed his fingers in slightly, but didn't penetrate me at all. I could feel it building up in my body as his movement became quicker and quicker. I groaned loudly "ohh, Micheal, yeah..." Right then, in one swift motion, he moved his finger away from my clit and pressed his mouth against it, flicking it with his tongue. He now had both hands playing with my pussy hole whilst his tongue pressed against my clit. This was it, I was going to cum. His movements got faster and harder, he slipped his fingers in to my hole and finger fucked me. I was reaching a state of pure ecstasy, he was an expert- a genius, a.... "OOOOOOOOH MY GOD!" I screamed, my head flung back and my hands pressed his head against my pussy. I Screamed and "ooooooooooooooooh" I was squirting my juice into his mouth and he was still sucking and licking and playing with me hard. I had the most powerful orgasm I'd ever had, in my life. eventually he slowed as I'd emptied all my juice into his mouth. "That was... I..." I was panting. He moved me down, and kissed me, letting me taste my juice. I leaned against his strong body, I never thought I could feel this way for any man. My pussy was lent against his bare cock- he'd taken off his jeans and mine were still down. I could feel him getting even harder than he already was. We stood there for a while, embracing each other, in pure heaven. Then, he lifted me back onto the wall. I took off my jeans completely and spread my legs as he leaned against me, the wall was the perfect height for his cock to be leaning against my soaking pussy. "I want you inside me" I said then. He looked astonished. "But... I d-don't eve have a condom!" He said. "I NEED you Micheal, please." "I'm cool with it" he replied "But... only if your sure..." And right then I pushed my pussy tight against his massive, hard cock. He just nodded, and smiled. He started with the tip, putting it just inside me- driving me crazy. Then, he pushed in a bit further, inch by inch. It hurt, but felt so good. His massive cock in my virgin pussy felt amazing, no plastic between us... pure heaven. Then, I jumped onto him, still with barely the tip inside me. He knew- knew what I wanted, still holding me he turned and sat on the wall himself. And then, I sat on his cock. It went right it- until my pussy was touching his balls- I'd done it so fast and let out a massive cry, but I sat there. A tear of pain rolled down my cheek. Micheal went to talk but I put my finger to his mouth , "shhh." Then, I moved up and down, once slowly but after that...... "Micheal, I want to do this right... and fucking hard" I told him, he nodded and understood. Right then he put one hand on my clit and began rubbing it gently, following me as I shoved my pussy straight down his shaft- I screamed again but started to pound his big cock. I was pounding so fast and hard.... Micheal increased the speed and pressure with which he was rubbing me. I screamed again. "OOOOOOH" Faster and faster. Now Micheal started to thrust his pelvis, meeting with my pussy. The sound of my thighs slapping against his was so loud, and so fast- but we didn't care. We were fucking each other. That's all that mattered. We kept on for almost five minutes before we both released at the same time, I screamed so loud as we thrust hard against each other and my pussy clamped down in his dick. I felt him squirting his cum deep into my pussy and my juice squirted down his balls. I collapsed onto him. Breathing heavily. my pussy still tingling with the last few orgasmic spasms.We just sat there, his cock, still erect, deep inside me. Peaceful almost. Right then, a woman, middle aged with blonde hair walked up to the bridge we were under. I noticed her and tried quickly to move. "Don't...." she said. And put her hand up. I was scared and confused and looked at Micheal, he too looked worried. "I've been watching you..." she said with a smile. "You're good, both of you. And brave, so very brave." I was frozen, not knowing what to do. The woman walked up to us. "If you'll allow it" she said with a little laugh, "I'd like to help you out...." With this she reached around my body and put her hand on my clit and, I can't deny, it felt amazing.....

Chapter 1. “Now what do you want?” My lips where glossing from the lights in the dressing room, every girl getting ready for tonight. “Stop the attitude missy, now come on, you have a client.” Lea snapped at me, fixing her fishnets up to her thighs. “No, I am tired, please!” I turned to her, hoping she would let me go this once, but her response was always the same. Two years I was in this business, since I had been kidnapped and forced into the job. Now, it is worthless for me to try to escape. I prayed every night for my escape but it is always neglected, stuck in this fucking hellhole. As girls like me where called “Slaves” we had to please the many clients who came. A guy named Alexander ran the place, oh what a cruel man he was. He would kidnap girls, and sell their bodies to guys, and I was one of them. Alexander ran Slave on Bars, the name of the bar I was in. His father had died recent days, so he was now in charge, but as the manager, he was pretty young and tough, and yet he was at times good hearted. No one ever told me his real age, but he seemed 18, maybe 19 by his young features. I was 16 currently, and my honey eyes, swelling with tears. Lea had been the assistant of Alexander and she was older than him, 25 to be exact. She would hit any girl who would leave a customer unsatisfied, and were suffered by humiliation I haven’t experienced. All the girls in this room, except for Lea, had the same situation as mine. They had been all kidnapped, and forced to work here, and their ages similar as mine, from 12 to 19. But when you turn twenty, or you are misbehaving, or leaving too many customers unsatisfied, you are forced to leave life forever. They way the would terminate you was atrocious and heartless. They would take all your bones apart, rip ‘em and give them to the dogs as treats, and for the flesh you had once lived upon, were dumped in the streams, the meal for the fishes. A door opened suddenly as my thoughts rumbled, and Alexander stepped in, and watched the girls all lined up immediately. It was a drill, every time he stepped into these doors, we were instructed to line up in front of him, side by side, for unknown reasons. He snickered silently, proud to have abducted our souls, in exchange for his own uses. He touched a couple of girls down their skirts, and both of them decided to do nothing but shut their eyes tightly and moan silently. But no one ever experienced my encounters with him. He would not sleep with any of the girls in this institution, but me, because as the manger, he was not to do that, but only the professionals. (The professionals who were the real time prostitutes coming from other countries for him.) For it was our little secret that no one could know, and if there were to find out, I would be a nice treat to the dogs. He was too, the guy I lost my virginity with, and the guy I couldn’t help but order his commands. He licked his fingers after he was done, teasing the other girls, and signaling them to depart. Everyone left to start their horrifying night with aged human beings, not having any mercy on us. After everyone was released, even Lea, he orders me to stay tonight, for reasons to be predicted. His blonde highlighted bangs shined too in the intense beam. His navy blue eyes pierced onto mine. He petted my coal medium curls, my golden skin shivering by his touch. I knew that tonight’s client was to be him. “Don’t worry, you’ll have your client tonight, but,” He said, pulling my cherry miniskirt up. “I should have a little fun too.” “Please don’t!” I screamed on top of my lungs repeating my sentence, his finger making their way down. I shed tears, (every client that I ever had, waterworks would start pouring, for I was not meant to be use the way I was.) Alexander had had it with me a bunch of times; he had an obsession with my body as he said every time he would splash my face with his cum. “Hey, I am paying her to be with me, not you.” A voice came up, and Alexander stopped his way in, a guy with short bangs and spiky black hair. Hs green eyes shined too, he had the perfect features of an attractive male. Alexander grinned, but smiled afterwards. He took his hands down, but put his hands on my rear end. “Out of all the girls here, why you picked her brother?” My mouth turned dry, and my skin pale as the lights above me. “I just do.” He smiled. Brothers? I thought. I never knew Alexander had brothers, or ever expected. A deep silence covered the room, our breathing and pulse was the only sound accompanying the hush. “Well, pick someone else, this one if thirsty for me.” He licked my cheek, slowly and intensely my eyes shutting from the locomotion. I turned away in discuss, trying to push away from him, but he would do nothing but pull me closer. His brother stepped forward and grabbed my arm trying to break me free, but Alexander was just too muscular, and each of them had one of my arms. “I could share her tonight if you want to join?” Alexander’s evil smirk appeared once again. “No, I want her alone.” “You better be paying her good, Garret, cause it is your first and last time with her.” Alexander let me go, Garret a hold of me now. ‘Who says I’m not coming back for more?” Garret made the same facial expression as Alexander’s and from that, I could tell they were related. Alexander pissed of, whispered into my ear. “After your done with this bastard, you come to my office, okay?” His voice penetrated into my brain leaving a scar there to remained the full hours of darkness. “Now let’s see what you are made of.” Garret mumbled, and we exit the changing room. We stood on the hall, rooms containing the walls of it. We sauntered slowly, searching for an available room. I could hear the complaining and the satisfaction of men and girls in the rooms. Thumping was usual, and crying was expected, s how I began. I was terrified, even if I had this situation for two years already, but it felt as if it was my first time. “That’s turning me on.” He smacked his lips, and continued. I was behind him, his hand grasped into mine. For his features, he appeared a little bit older than me, but not older than Alexander. Seventeen was my presumption. He finally found a space for us, and unfastens the door, not too much in case someone was occupying the room. It was empty, so we stepped in, and he flung me violently into the rosy bed, my dark thoughts tormenting me. He stood in front of me, slowly unbuttoning his shirt off, as I sat on the middle of the bed, frightened and alarmed. He observed me as he gradually took his top off revealing his abs and all the wonders of a man, and soon his hand unzipping his jeans, leaving his boxers on, and crawling into my side. He slowly began taking my strapless tank top out of my body, my tears starting to come back as he examine my breast, a strapless bra covering my nipples. He smiled at them as if they were his two precious babies. He began slobbering my neck with his lips, which my body resisted by shaking. “Are you nervous?” He chuckled at my uncontrollable shaking. “I don’t want…” I stopped, for it was a million times I had stated this, and a million times I had been rejected. I wiped the water from my bloody red eyes away, and was prepared to sacrifice my body once again. I expected for him to laugh even harder at my half stated sentence, but instead, he had stopped. I stare at him, questioning why he wasn’t undressing me, or speaking his polluted intellect into my used ears. He sat down in front of me, both of us half undressed, as more moans surrounded us. “How long have you been working with my brother?” Garret suddenly asked me a question that I never expected a client to ask. “Two years.” My lips barely letting the words go still shocked by his remark. “Who did you loose it with, my brother?” I nodded, not exactly knowing why he asked me such questions. He gawked at me for a while, and I could see thru his boxers that he was ready to pierce that thing inside me. But he restrained himself; to ask me these questions I still could fully explain. His thumb came across my lashes, wiping the little tears left in me. “What’s your name?” He asked. But it was a rule here to not revel your identity, one of the few rules here. The other rule that also was important was to not ‘kiss’ the client on the lips, which was rare since you are having sexual contact. So, therefore, I had never had my first kiss, yet I wasn’t a virgin. “I can’t say. It’s a rule here, and you should know since you are Alexander’s brother.” I pulled a sheet form the bed to cover my breast, preventing him to be even more tempted. “Don’t be fussy, or else you ain’t getting out of here.” “What do you mean?” “I mean I could maybe get you the hell out of here.” My eyes widened as he spoke those words I thought in my entire life I wasn’t to hear. My mouth turned to a desert, gulping every, tiny saliva I had in me. Water began tumbling down my cheeks, but for the wrong reasons. No longer these tears were from harsh treatment, but for happiness, a feeling I had left behind when I was taken. My ears didn’t expect this, and my brain repeating the words he spoke a minute ago to me, making sure this was no dream. “You seem sad about what I have told you, since you are crying.” He smiled; a beautiful grin without any sin within them, pure and truthful containing every inch. “No, I am shocked, I…I didn’t except this to ever…” My words could arrange themselves for I was to energize, but soon consoling down, for he might as well just be messing with my intellect. “Don’t worry, I get you.” He stood up, putting his jeans up again. “You aren’t kidding? But why?” I asked sitting there as if I were a motionless statue. “I think you have suffered enough here, unlike other girls, they in time start liking their new job. The other girls just give in for me, but you…” He paused, giving it a thought, and continued. “You are different.” I blushed for no reason, and he could tell right away, even if I contained a golden skin. I quickly snatched my tank top, but he stopped me. He handed me his button up indigo shirt. “We don’t want you to look like one of the girls here.” Not only was he kind and good looking, but also he was smart. But his brother was too, but his kindness only showed when I was alone with him. I put it on, his cologne being so graceful and attractive. I shook my head from the spell of the smell, and waited for his next command. He told me to go under the sheets, and pretend to be asleep. I do as I am told, but leaving one eye a bit opened to see what he was to do next. He opened the door slowly, but it suddenly busted opened, Garret pushed out of the way. I saw standing in the other side of the room, Alexander, his eyes full of rage. “Are you done?” Alexander peeked over his shoulders, and saw me laying down, not showing I had his shirt on. “No, I wanted some water, but we are still going.” He said confidently. “I didn’t hear any screams from Liz, and she is a screamer.” I felt ashamed when Alexander said that, my temperature rising furiously. “Well you didn’t come soon enough to hear it.” “Finish her fast.” Alexander shut the door in front of him, leaving a silence behind. He turned to me immediately. “I didn’t know you were a screamer.” He chortled. I sat down, my eyes enraged at his comment. His fingers indicated me to come forward, next to where he stood. He opened the door once again, and locked the doorknob. He looked both ways before he grabbed my hand tightly. Then he shoots out, me behind him, as a cannon ball, closing the door softly but running fast in the empty hall. We ran straight across, and we saw an opening, the end of the hall, which I interoperated as the exit. A guard sat there wondering his on business when he spotted us. Garret made a sudden stop, and pulled a gun from his back pocket. I gave a small gasp, and at the time being, he had shot the guard, now lying dead. It was a historic moment for me, the first time in two years since I been out in the open air. Thus the air wasn’t pleasant since the club was located were the trash were dumped so Alexander wouldn’t get caught. But I had no time to admire the day I got liberated, not yet. We got on a crimson red sports car, which shone under the moonlight. He started the sucker up, and with a quick stomp, the car travel immense speeds. That was until we reached society, and he went at regular speeds as how the rest of the machines operated. We were at a highway, bright red, and white lights shone in every corner. Not including the lights besides us, from all the stores and buildings, it was a remarkable experience. He turned the volume up till my ears where throbbing from the pain with the bass. He sang some of the Rock ‘n Roll songs played by the radio, thunderous and plain for the world to hear. My foot tapped with the rhythm, and I soon began too took pleasure in the ride this stranger gave me. “So what’s your name?” His sang tuning with the song that was playing, his eyes on the road, but his soul facing me. “Liz.” I yelled from the noise of the radio. “What!” He yelled back, and turned the radio down for a descent conversation to take in. “Liz.” I repeated, and complemented my name. I thought my name was so simple and not that attractive, I wished at times I had the name Jasmine, or Susanne, Dianne, names that sounded more provocative than Liz. After our name dispute, our voices rested down, and listened to the outside world. I just breathed in the fresh air I had now the pleasure to take, and the freedom I felt. “So do you have a place to stay?” Garret parked the car, in front of us, the view of useless, lifeless, apartments. Now that I thought of it, no, I didn’t. I wanted to find my mom and my dad, the only ones I desire to see. “My parents house.” I said cheerfully, never thinking I was to speak those words. “Okay, good luck.” He said leaving the car, and going upstairs, where the repulsive apartments where. I quickly got out of the car, and climbed up, meeting him in front of one of the apartments. “Are you just going to leave me?” “Umm, yeah I have a life you know.” He barked at me, unlocking the door. “But I don’t know the way.” “So.” He discontinued leaving the door ajar. “I was hoping…” I paused; embarrassed I had to ask if I could stay. “You can stay here.” He smiled opening the door all the way. I stepped in, expecting an unorganized and filthy place, but as he turned the light on, the place was very neat. “Welcome…to my…or my girlfriends, apartment!” He said, as I stand unmoved. He had a girlfriend, and he slept with other girls? What a player! “Can I use your phone?” I felt like an intruder with all the favors he did, and I was asking more. “Sure.” He handed me his Blackberry. “Hey Jessica, I’m home babe.” Before I could dial my parent’s number, which thankfully I haven’t forgotten, I looked ahead to find myself with a good-looking female. Her eyes like no other, so crystal, sapphire eyes that illuminated the room. Her perfectly highlighted hair, made her golden locks become brighten. Her body contained the perfect curved, and her breast much larger than mine. Her smoky make up made her face look natural full of attractiveness. Her eyes met my dull eyes and quickly turned to Garret, who was heading where she was. “Who is she?” Her eyes turned back to me. “Aren’t you going to greet me?” He was now all over her, touching her, and seducing her. She was stiff as a statue, not any of his gentle touch made her tick. He sights and gets a soda out of the kitchen. “She is just my friends girlfriend. She has no home, and he dumped her.” “Do you expect me to believe that?” She sassed him, but he just sat on the couch. Oh, don’t mind me, I’m just standing here at the entrance like a total fool! “Yeah, Cause it’s the truth. She is staying for a while okay.” He said, turning back at her. “Well, she has to have her parents, what is she 14?” “15, and yeah she is going to call them.” “Okay then, she can leave tomorrow.” She said, glancing at me. Garret stands up, and tells me to go outside and call them. I obeyed, and shut the door behind me, leaving me unaccompanied in the sinister. But I had a force that attracted me to the door, and couldn’t help but to listen to their conversation. “She is staying.” Garret said in a harsh voice. “No, if you want me, you have to take her to her parents.” “Why?” “Because she is a girl!” “Calm down, I just need to stick my dick up your pussy, and you’ll change your mind.” “Shut up! No, Garret get rid of her!” “Why are you jealous?” “No, she can’t compare to me!” “You are right.” A silence grew, and I quickly step out of the door. I shook my head, forgetting that they had chat about, and dialed my mom’s phone number. It began to ring. “Mom?” “Excuse me, who is this?” It was she, the same voice, how little did her change! I was so shocked; it took a while before I responded. “Its Liz.” I shouted in happiness. “Liz, oh…I thought you where dead.” How cold my heart greeted me after her words flowed to my ear. “No, I was kidnapped and…” “This is costing me, just do a favor and just hang up.” Nothing could compare the frosty vocabulary. My blood froze by her terms; the heart beat barely making a sound. She hanged up, to her own daughter that hasn’t seen her in two years. “Something wrong?” A voice came up out of the blue. “I am leaving.” Tears again flowed, I almost felt like kneeling down and cry till my heart came out. “Where, I’ll take you.” Garret closed the door behind him. “No, I am leaving by myself.” “Where is it?” “I’m not going to my parents.” “Why?” “They don’t want me.” He didn’t ask any questions, I was better of to the place I was stuck in, believing my parents seek for me. He glanced at the moon, and turned his head forward to me. “Well, you are staying then.” “Your girl friend doesn’t want me here. I herd you guys.” “Oh, so you herd our conversation?” “That’s what I said.” “And about the part about sticking…” “Yeah that too.” “Oh, so you did hear everything you little booger!” I just gazed down. Not wanting to speak to anyone. “Well I don’t care about what she says, I am the boss.” He chuckled, and grabbed my wrist and pulled me inside. Jessica just looked away as I entered. “Plus between you and me, she ain’t that great in bed.” “You told her she was I could compare to her.” I stated. “No, that is what she said, I just agreed. She can’t compare to you. She is a total slut.” A smile popped up my face, and I was trying for it to leave, but it stayed there for a while, “You’ll sleep in the sofa tonight.” He offered a pillow and a blanket, which I had to receive. Without any good nights or any interrogations, he turned the lights off, leaving to his dormitory with Jessica. I had in mind all the things that had happened today. I was mostly concerned about my parents. My mom. She spoke so cruelly to me. Was she honestly meaning all those words? Had she really forgotten me, and believed I was dead? I gave a small weep, my face buried on the pillows so they would not hear my howl. But as the night grew old, and my eyes, could do nothing but shed tears, I heard noises from the other room. I stayed in my place, not bothering what was happening, but my curiosity was tormenting me. I inaudibly stood up, and tip toes my way to their room. The door half closed, I manage to peek there undiscovered. Garret was fucking Jessica! I required leaving, but I couldn’t resist staying and watched. She was on top of him moaning in pleasure. She rode him as he was a horse, and she went on hard. He in the other hand just lay there, while she was engorging the satisfaction. He didn’t moan, his hands placed on her hips, and nothing more. I had sat down for half and hour, and I decide to leave, but as I took my last peek, I noticed Garrets eyes. Damn it, he saw me! The obvious was to run away, but he just smiled as she humped him faster. I turned away, and quickly rested on the couch were I was supposed to be in the first place. The noise continued bothering me for a while and it suddenly stopped and I blubber was herd. I loud weep! Was she hurt? Had he fucked her so hard that it made her cry? No, I doubted it. But all the questions had to wait and whatever it was I wasn’t going to find out till tomorrow, since at that very moment, I had plunged to sleep regarding the situation in the next room.

Just a bit I wrote about a couple. If you like it, I juuust might write more, but for now it's a one shot. When I was younger, I was never really attracted to guys. I guess I’m still not, in a sense. I had this friend, well, I /have/ this friend named Cody. I’ve known him since I was a kid, so we kind of grew up together. When we were about twelve, his mom died and he got really depressed for awhile. You can’t blame him, that boy was really close to his mother, and his father is a royal dick. I guess it sort of brought us closer together. By the time we hit high school, I sort of got the feeling that he was gay. And after awhile, I really wasn’t surprised when he came out to me. I mean, Cody is essentially a female, and I don’t think he even tries. I’m kinda tall, and he’s below average for a male. I have strong, sharp features, and he has soft ones that kind of make him look like a china doll. He has these really dark eyelashes, and these wide blue eyes, they really are pretty. Yeah, pretty. He also has these really pouty lips that a lot of people would envy. His face is generally soft, and round, and so is the rest of him, actually. Our freshman year his jeans got tighter, and that lovely, dark, dark hair of his grew out. He started styling it, and listening to weird music. I was listening to things that were generally aggressive, and he was listening to cute little songs that were usually acoustic. We stayed good friends after high school, and eventually, we decided to get a rather shitty one-bedroom apartment together. It was actually a few days after we’d been living there that he came into my bedroom (we both decided I deserve it because I’m paying for most of the rent) one night and crawled up to me on my bed and kissed me. It was the most forward interaction I’ve ever had with somebody, and although Cody can be a pouty, obnoxious, and rather ‘forward’ person, this was bold, even for him. I kissed him back, though, and I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s just because his lips felt really nice. Either way, that’s sort of where things got intersecting. I’m not sure how long ago that was exactly, but we’ve been living here - in this shithole - for about four years. I never imagined myself saying this, but I love Cody. I don’t say it often, definitely not as often as he wants to say it, but it’s true. When I’m not at work, I don’t mind being at home with him, whether we’re sitting on the couch sharing a joint, or I have him pressed against the slick wall of the shower, voice echoing off the walls. Like I said, I never imagined myself being attracted to guys. But Cody’s not exactly a guy in my head. He’s more like… well, I’m not sure. The confusion really set in when I came home from work one day. I heard the shower running, so I decided I’d join him, because it’d been awhile since I really got to feel that soft, pale skin. I was startled at first, because I didn’t even recognize him. I guess he has clip-in extensions or something, I never ask, but that’s what I’m assuming, because his hair was longer, and curled. It was soft, too, and later on I’d be touching it a lot. His eyes were lined in black, and more than normal. It made his eyes brighter than I could imagine, to the point where it was hard to look away from them. Those pretty pouty lips were glossy, and there was a thin black choker around his neck. And of course, I couldn’t help but notice the rather short purple dress. It ended quite a few inches above his knees, and that’s when I sort of figured out why he’d been shaving his legs all this time. He gave me this look, and I knew he was scared shitless, because I have a temper and I’m always bitching at him for being so feminine, but I wasn’t mad. I was frustrated. I was frustrated because it turned me on. Oh fuck, did it turn me on. It was only a few weeks ago that I caught him like that. Not even a month ago that I shut the bathroom door and bent him over the sink, studying his expression through the mirror as he gasped and moaned. I’m not sure what it is, but seeing him like that just snaps something inside me. He’s in the bathroom right now, actually. And he’s been in there for a long time, so I think I have a good idea of what he’s doing in there. It’s Saturday, and he knows I don’t have to work tomorrow. I’m standing in our room, staring at this picture of us on the wall, and we’re both really beaming. I’m trying to figure out what makes us work when suddenly something’s blocking my vision. I freak out, and pin the boy on the bed. He looks really startled for a moment, before he starts giggling. “I was trying to blindfold you, Ri, I didn’t mean to scare you.” He explains, raising a hand in defense. I don’t really hear what he’s saying, but he’s smiling at me and running his polished nails through my brown hair that’s still damp from the shower. I can’t help but stare, because he’s dressed up again - like some sexually pleasing china doll, and I know that he liked when I look at him like this, because he can’t stop smiling. I press a kiss to his lips but he pushes at my chest gently, shaking his head. “I’m not ready yet.” He says, that teasing grin firmly back in place. I lick the lipgloss that was transferred to my mouth off my lips, and even the way it tastes turns me on. I guess he notices, because he looks smug. “Raspberry.” He states, reading the fact that I can’t figure out what flavor it is. I use a hand to push some of his hair away from his face, and run my tongue along his bottom lip. His lips instantly part, and I can tell he really liked that. This time I’m the one smirking before I do it again, and apparently he forgets that he’s ‘not ready yet,’ because his tongue meets mine. We don’t normally kiss like this, but I like it, we stay like that for a moment before he pushes me again. “Stop, Riley. I’m not dressed yet.” He pouts, and that’s when I notice he’s still in his normal clothes. I sigh and roll off of him laying back on the bed as he gets up, giving me a small half-smile. “Hurry up.” I grumble, giving him a look. He doesn’t. He takes his sweet fucking time in the bathroom, before coming back out again. My brows raise, and I scoot back on the bed a bit, sitting up to really look like him. He shifts his weight from foot to foot in the doorway uncomfortably as my eyes rake over that pretty little body barely covered by a silky bit of what I guess is lingerie, before giving me a sheepish smile. “Do you like it?” He asks quietly. I swing my legs over the side of the bed, and motion for him to come over. “I got it from Macy’s, but I felt really weird the entire time. You can only imagine the looks I was getting.” He’s rambling again, like he always does when he’s nervous, and it reminds me a little bit of why I like him so much. He pads over to me and in this position he’s taller than me, because I’m sitting on the edge of the bed. He looks down at me with his hands on my shoulders, and he can tell that I want him to shut up. I run my fingers up the sides of his legs, and he shudders a little bit, biting his lip as the trail up the back of his thighs. Cody is really sensitive, and I’m not exaggerating. It’s an issue, really. Keeping up with him has never been difficult, but it takes a lot of time. I have to be careful about touching him, even if it’s innocent, because odds are it will get him going. Like yesterday - we were laying on the couch, watching some stupid movie he really liked, and I was tracing patterns on his side half-mindedly. I didn’t really even know I was doing it, but I guess he liked it a lot. He had his back to me but suddenly he turned so he was facing me with those wide blue eyes and when I gave him a questioning look, he took my hand and put it between his legs. I was barely even touching him and he had managed to get himself hard. Like I said, it’s not difficult keeping up with him, but in situations like yesterday, sometimes I’ll just stroke him, because if I fucked Cody the way he liked every time he got turned on, I’d probably die from exhaustion. Cody’s skin is pretty pale, and I like the way it contrasts with the silky black lace of his top. My fingers drag up the side of his legs and lift it so I can see what’s beneath it, and oh god, those little lace undies are probably the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I look up at him and he’s biting his lip. “These - “ I say, running my fingers across the elastic around his legs, dragging them across the end of the material just below his ass as I speak, “ - Are fucking hot, Cody.” I don’t want to take them off, yet, because I want to see what they look like when he’s turned on. I didn’t have to say anything, because he pushes my hands away and strattles my lap. By the way he’s kissing me, I can tell he’s going to be impatient. He grips the back of my head, pulling on my hair while he presses his mouth against mine, but after awhile one hand lets go and he tries to sneak it into his underwear. It doesn’t take me long to notice, because he has to break the kiss to pant a little, and although watching him stroke himself with one hand pushed down his underwear makes me want to rip my jeans off, I know if I let him go it won’t be long before he hits an orgasm. I grab his wrist and push him off of me so he’s standing again, and he gives me this really desperate look. “You honestly though I’d let you get away with that?” I tease, hand on the back of his legs. He sighs a little, before his breathing hitches as I push his top up again. I pulled his wrist away too fast for him to adjust himself, so the tip of his erection is peeking through the waistband of his panties. I bite my lip, because this /definitely/ turns me on. I tug at the bottom of his shirt, and tell him to take it off, which he does, before placing his hands on my shoulders again and pushing his hips towards my face a little, silently asking me to help him out. I give him a malicious grin, running my fingers up the inside of his thighs to teas him. He makes a small noise, but it’s nothing compared to what he lets out when I run my tongue over the boy’s length. I keep it on top of his underwear, stopping at the spot where his tip is exposed, because I don’t think he deserves tongue-to-flesh-contact yet. I put a hand between his legs, running my fingertips over the bulge of his sac, and by the way he’s tipping his head bag and trying not to moan, I guess the friction must feel nice. His thighs start to quiver a little bit, and I can tell he’s being really patient with me, so I reward him by pressing and open-mouthed kiss to the head of his member. He moans, grasping the material of my shirt. “F-Fuck, Ri… please…” He says, words mixing in with needed breaths. I pity him, because I know how his body reacts to next to nothing, and hook my fingers in the sides of those lace black undies to pull them down his legs. The drop to the floor, and Cody’s ready to burst by the looks of it. I lick a bit of precum off of his tip before gripping the base of his length to prevent him from an orgasm. I have to do this a lot, because like I said, it really doesn’t take much. I don’t normally give him oral, but I figure he earned it, so I slid the top of his length into his mouth. Before I have a chance to do anything, he bucks his hips and gags me, and I push him away, giving him a dirty look. He looks down at me with wide eyes and flushed cheeks, touching the side of my face. “Sorry babe, I… it was an instinct. It felt really good.” He explained, words touched. He goes to grab himself but I stop him and he frowns, looking at me expectantly. “… Please?” I can’t deny Cody when he looks so pretty, so I grip his base again and place my other hand on his hip to make sure he doesn’t try and choke me again as I slide his length into my mouth. I’m probably not good at this because I don’t do it often, but he seems to like what I do. I feel bad if our neighbors are awake, because the black-haired boy is rather vocal as I slid him in and out of my mouth, while stroking every inch of shaven, silky skin in the surrounding area. I don’t have to do it for long before I can tell he’s ready to cum, so I pull him down onto the bed and tell him ‘no touching’ while I strip off my own clothes. He squeezes his thighs together and bites his lips as he watches me, and yeah, his eyes tend to linger on my erection long enough to make somebody uncomfortable. I decide to tease him some more, so when I trail kisses down his body I pay special attention to the inside of his thighs, because I know he likes that. He’s whimpering, and trying to buck his hips, but I hold him down as I run my tongue against the area where the inside of his thigh ends and there’s a small amount of space between that and his erection. “Fuuuck, Right there, Ri.” He moans, so I bite down and suck a bit, and he clenches his thighs together. I have to pin them open so I don’t hurt him, and by the time I leave a nice bruise there he’s literally begging me. I move my mouth back up to his, and press a kiss to his lips, but Cody being Cody, decides to rub his hips up against mine, and I end up moaning into his mouth. I pull back to hiss out of pleasure, so he wraps his arms around me and keeps doing that. I can’t deny it feels nice, so I let him do it for awhile, the friction getting me rather needy. He whines when I push his hips down and hold him there though. I spread his legs and align myself, before pushing right in without preparing him. He doesn’t mind at all, back arching and crying out some obscenity. I like to see if I can make him cum without stroking him, so I pin his wrists above his head and thrust. I definitely can. He hits his orgasm way before I do, but the way his hips swivel and he clenches down around me doesn’t make it hard to join him. I buck my hips as fast as I can, slamming into him while he pulsates, and then I’m there. I cum really, really hard. Probably harder than I have in awhile, and he smiles at me afterwards, because it makes him feel accomplished. I roll off of him and lay on my back, and he props his head up on a pillow while he traces one of my nipples half-minded. I never thought I’d be attracted to guys, and I’d never label myself as gay. But when I fuck Cody, nothing else in the world matters, and when I turn my head to the side and see his pretty - yes, pretty - little face looking at me, I’m not confused about my sexuality. I love my boyfriend, or girlfriend, or whoever this person is, and I love to touch him and see him shudder. I don’t really care what that makes me.

I think I was in about the 7th grade when I started noticing girls' feet and feeling turned on about it. It started off pretty simply. I liked it when girls wore plain white ankle socks. I'd start getting aroused when I'd see a girl in short shorts and socks, or when watching them taking their socks off. This was also about the time when I started looking at porn (hentai being a big part of my porn appreciation development), and though I didn't really have a foot fetish that I could identify as such per se, one of my favorite things was when a girl wore nothing BUT a pair of white socks. One day I was in science class in the 7th grade, and there was this cute hispanic girl who sat in my field of view. She always wore flip flops and she would dangle them, or arch her foot, with her instep against the ground, heel in the air, and I could see the soles of her bare feet. I identify this experience as the first time I started wondering what her feet smelled like, and began thinking about sucking on her toes and licking her soles, stuff like that. As before it pretty much progressed from there. As the next several years went by I became more and more turned on by female feet, actually starting to watch them intentionally and look at porn with feet included. Maybe not foot fetish porn specifically for a while, but that kind of activity would definitely start shortly after the experience which was the reason for my writing this post. I grew up in the suburbs of Austin, Texas. One hot Texas summer day when I was about 15, my best friend at the time, who I'll call Sarah, rode her bike all the way to my house to play some Street Fighter (she was a total tomboy/anime nerd). We lived in different neighborhoods, but went to the same middle school and had become best friends and stayed that way for a few years. Now our neighborhoods were probably at least six miles apart from each other, but we were young, fit, and full of energy and excitement about it being summer and getting to do basically whatever we wanted during the day, so we often made the bike trips to each other's houses. Truth was, we were attracted to each other, but she had a boyfriend. Not that that stopped me from trying to be with her, but I digress. So she showed up at my house sometime in the mid afternoon, all hot and sweaty in these butt-hugging jeans (which, yeah, did make her cute little butt look amazing, btw), a black, girl's tee, and classic black and white converse. What an outfit for a six mile bike ride in 100 degree weather, right? Anyway, we played Street Fighter Alpha 3 for a while, and I admit, I was kicking her ass the whole time. Somehow, we started wrestling playfully on my bedroom floor. We took a break, just kinda laughing and goofing off. At some point she took her shoes off, revealing to my pleasant surprise, her bare feet in black toenail polish, which had started to peel off I guess because of sweat, or having been on those plump, juicy toes for a couple of days at that point. I know this sounds like something an avid foot lover would fabricate, because yeah it's straight out of a scenario from one of the pics on this site, but I kid you not, that smell, vaguely of vinegar and honey and sweat and the rubber soles of her shoes (you know, that perfectly sweet stink that could ONLY come from a teenage girl going barefoot in converse and completing strenuous physical activity in the summer heat). Now, I was an only child, I had no sisters, and had never had like, a REAL girlfriend at that point, so although I had been curious and turned on by the IDEA, I had never been smacked in the nose with that sweet feminine stink before. Until then I wasn't sure if I would like it. Well, let me assure you now, that, yes, I FUCKING LOVED IT. I must have gotten a boner instantly, I mean, I don't know how I could NOT have. So somehow we ended up wrestling again, this time on my bed. At one point she laughed, shoved her foot right in my face and said "Smell!" Now I knew she was kidding, or trying to gross me out, so in order to do the same to her (but I think subconsciously to fulfill my own horny teenage desires), I grabbed her foot and did just that, pressing my nose against her toes and taking a nice big sniff. I remember distinctly that her toes were still sweaty and sticky, which of course drove me crazy. Now, remember that pic at the top of the post? Her feet actually looked very very similar to that. She had that kind of shapely, plump, meaty foot. Hard to describe it with words, but they were incredible like that. We were both surprised for a second at my reaction, but what was even more surprising was that she didn't seem particularly grossed out or anything. She kinda just looked at me with wide eyes. Kinda jokingly she was like "EW! Do you have a foot fetish or something?" Not really feeling embarrassed or ashamed of that, and being that she was my best friend who I could be honest with, I told her "Yeah actually I kinda do." Then she was like, "So you like my smelly feet?" (or something like that) and again I was honest and told her that I did and that I thought she had really cute feet. She laughed playfully and, kinda lovingly making fun, she shoved her foot in my face again. I happily took her foot in my hands and sniffed it again. This time she didn't pull it away, but kinda just watched me do my thing. I think she was really more curious than anything. Since I was in so deep already, I just kinda candidly asked her if I could massage her feet. She didn't have a problem with that, and she let me. We laid on my bed while I rubbed her feet, sniffing them periodically. Eventually I got the courage to ask if I could maybe suck on her toes. Again I think she was curious, or hell, maybe the idea turned her on too, because she let me. I was in heaven, and boy did I go to town on those toes, even stealing a lick of her soles from time to time. She asked me if it really turned me on, like, sexually. Since things had gone in my favor up to this point, I remained honest with her and told me that it did, and I mentioned that I was kind of embarrassed because I had an erection which was becoming pretty damn noticeable in my shorts. She said something like "Yeah I noticed, it's alright..." What happened next damn near made my head explode. I remember her kinda biting her bottom lip and sliding her one foot up the leg of my shorts while I tended to her other with my nose and mouth. She started wiggling her sweaty and sticky toes on my hardon. Of course, being 15, and only having had one blowjob and a couple of movie theater handjobs at that point in my life, it wasn't long before I shot my wad on Sarah's toes. In my recollection it was the biggest load I had ever popped off up to that point. She was kinda turned on I think, at least her face indicated she was. She pulled her foot out of my shorts and, I guess in order to be silly, she wiped her cummy foot on my shorts. Small price to pay for what I had just received as far as I was concerned. We never really talked about that incident again and of course, eventually, life took us in opposite directions throughout high school (we went to different schools) and into college. However, from that day forward, I was in love with feet. I haven't really been able to duplicate the experience since. I mean, I've sucked on girlfriend's toes and gotten a footjob or two since then, but I guess it was because it was the first time my fantasy had come to life. Plus, a lot of girls my age don't go around barefoot in shoes AND shove their foot in your face the way a 14 year old girl would. Furthermore, much to my dismay, most of the girls I get involved with these days somehow bring up that they think feet are gross, so I don't mention my secret desire for fear of grossing them out. I guess I may never have that kind of excitement again, and that's ok. Sometimes, when I'm all alone, I'll think back to that hot summer day, and rub one out, a dedication to my Sarah's perfect feet.

Just a bit I wrote about a couple. If you like it, I juuust might write more, but for now it's a one shot. When I was younger, I was never really attracted to guys. I guess I’m still not, in a sense. I had this friend, well, I /have/ this friend named Cody. I’ve known him since I was a kid, so we kind of grew up together. When we were about twelve, his mom died and he got really depressed for awhile. You can’t blame him, that boy was really close to his mother, and his father is a royal dick. I guess it sort of brought us closer together. By the time we hit high school, I sort of got the feeling that he was gay. And after awhile, I really wasn’t surprised when he came out to me. I mean, Cody is essentially a female, and I don’t think he even tries. I’m kinda tall, and he’s below average for a male. I have strong, sharp features, and he has soft ones that kind of make him look like a china doll. He has these really dark eyelashes, and these wide blue eyes, they really are pretty. Yeah, pretty. He also has these really pouty lips that a lot of people would envy. His face is generally soft, and round, and so is the rest of him, actually. Our freshman year his jeans got tighter, and that lovely, dark, dark hair of his grew out. He started styling it, and listening to weird music. I was listening to things that were generally aggressive, and he was listening to cute little songs that were usually acoustic. We stayed good friends after high school, and eventually, we decided to get a rather shitty one-bedroom apartment together. It was actually a few days after we’d been living there that he came into my bedroom (we both decided I deserve it because I’m paying for most of the rent) one night and crawled up to me on my bed and kissed me. It was the most forward interaction I’ve ever had with somebody, and although Cody can be a pouty, obnoxious, and rather ‘forward’ person, this was bold, even for him. I kissed him back, though, and I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s just because his lips felt really nice. Either way, that’s sort of where things got intersecting. I’m not sure how long ago that was exactly, but we’ve been living here - in this shithole - for about four years. I never imagined myself saying this, but I love Cody. I don’t say it often, definitely not as often as he wants to say it, but it’s true. When I’m not at work, I don’t mind being at home with him, whether we’re sitting on the couch sharing a joint, or I have him pressed against the slick wall of the shower, voice echoing off the walls. Like I said, I never imagined myself being attracted to guys. But Cody’s not exactly a guy in my head. He’s more like… well, I’m not sure. The confusion really set in when I came home from work one day. I heard the shower running, so I decided I’d join him, because it’d been awhile since I really got to feel that soft, pale skin. I was startled at first, because I didn’t even recognize him. I guess he has clip-in extensions or something, I never ask, but that’s what I’m assuming, because his hair was longer, and curled. It was soft, too, and later on I’d be touching it a lot. His eyes were lined in black, and more than normal. It made his eyes brighter than I could imagine, to the point where it was hard to look away from them. Those pretty pouty lips were glossy, and there was a thin black choker around his neck. And of course, I couldn’t help but notice the rather short purple dress. It ended quite a few inches above his knees, and that’s when I sort of figured out why he’d been shaving his legs all this time. He gave me this look, and I knew he was scared shitless, because I have a temper and I’m always bitching at him for being so feminine, but I wasn’t mad. I was frustrated. I was frustrated because it turned me on. Oh fuck, did it turn me on. It was only a few weeks ago that I caught him like that. Not even a month ago that I shut the bathroom door and bent him over the sink, studying his expression through the mirror as he gasped and moaned. I’m not sure what it is, but seeing him like that just snaps something inside me. He’s in the bathroom right now, actually. And he’s been in there for a long time, so I think I have a good idea of what he’s doing in there. It’s Saturday, and he knows I don’t have to work tomorrow. I’m standing in our room, staring at this picture of us on the wall, and we’re both really beaming. I’m trying to figure out what makes us work when suddenly something’s blocking my vision. I freak out, and pin the boy on the bed. He looks really startled for a moment, before he starts giggling. “I was trying to blindfold you, Ri, I didn’t mean to scare you.” He explains, raising a hand in defense. I don’t really hear what he’s saying, but he’s smiling at me and running his polished nails through my brown hair that’s still damp from the shower. I can’t help but stare, because he’s dressed up again - like some sexually pleasing china doll, and I know that he liked when I look at him like this, because he can’t stop smiling. I press a kiss to his lips but he pushes at my chest gently, shaking his head. “I’m not ready yet.” He says, that teasing grin firmly back in place. I lick the lipgloss that was transferred to my mouth off my lips, and even the way it tastes turns me on. I guess he notices, because he looks smug. “Raspberry.” He states, reading the fact that I can’t figure out what flavor it is. I use a hand to push some of his hair away from his face, and run my tongue along his bottom lip. His lips instantly part, and I can tell he really liked that. This time I’m the one smirking before I do it again, and apparently he forgets that he’s ‘not ready yet,’ because his tongue meets mine. We don’t normally kiss like this, but I like it, we stay like that for a moment before he pushes me again. “Stop, Riley. I’m not dressed yet.” He pouts, and that’s when I notice he’s still in his normal clothes. I sigh and roll off of him laying back on the bed as he gets up, giving me a small half-smile. “Hurry up.” I grumble, giving him a look. He doesn’t. He takes his sweet fucking time in the bathroom, before coming back out again. My brows raise, and I scoot back on the bed a bit, sitting up to really look like him. He shifts his weight from foot to foot in the doorway uncomfortably as my eyes rake over that pretty little body barely covered by a silky bit of what I guess is lingerie, before giving me a sheepish smile. “Do you like it?” He asks quietly. I swing my legs over the side of the bed, and motion for him to come over. “I got it from Macy’s, but I felt really weird the entire time. You can only imagine the looks I was getting.” He’s rambling again, like he always does when he’s nervous, and it reminds me a little bit of why I like him so much. He pads over to me and in this position he’s taller than me, because I’m sitting on the edge of the bed. He looks down at me with his hands on my shoulders, and he can tell that I want him to shut up. I run my fingers up the sides of his legs, and he shudders a little bit, biting his lip as the trail up the back of his thighs. Cody is really sensitive, and I’m not exaggerating. It’s an issue, really. Keeping up with him has never been difficult, but it takes a lot of time. I have to be careful about touching him, even if it’s innocent, because odds are it will get him going. Like yesterday - we were laying on the couch, watching some stupid movie he really liked, and I was tracing patterns on his side half-mindedly. I didn’t really even know I was doing it, but I guess he liked it a lot. He had his back to me but suddenly he turned so he was facing me with those wide blue eyes and when I gave him a questioning look, he took my hand and put it between his legs. I was barely even touching him and he had managed to get himself hard. Like I said, it’s not difficult keeping up with him, but in situations like yesterday, sometimes I’ll just stroke him, because if I fucked Cody the way he liked every time he got turned on, I’d probably die from exhaustion. Cody’s skin is pretty pale, and I like the way it contrasts with the silky black lace of his top. My fingers drag up the side of his legs and lift it so I can see what’s beneath it, and oh god, those little lace undies are probably the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I look up at him and he’s biting his lip. “These - “ I say, running my fingers across the elastic around his legs, dragging them across the end of the material just below his ass as I speak, “ - Are fucking hot, Cody.” I don’t want to take them off, yet, because I want to see what they look like when he’s turned on. I didn’t have to say anything, because he pushes my hands away and strattles my lap. By the way he’s kissing me, I can tell he’s going to be impatient. He grips the back of my head, pulling on my hair while he presses his mouth against mine, but after awhile one hand lets go and he tries to sneak it into his underwear. It doesn’t take me long to notice, because he has to break the kiss to pant a little, and although watching him stroke himself with one hand pushed down his underwear makes me want to rip my jeans off, I know if I let him go it won’t be long before he hits an orgasm. I grab his wrist and push him off of me so he’s standing again, and he gives me this really desperate look. “You honestly though I’d let you get away with that?” I tease, hand on the back of his legs. He sighs a little, before his breathing hitches as I push his top up again. I pulled his wrist away too fast for him to adjust himself, so the tip of his erection is peeking through the waistband of his panties. I bite my lip, because this /definitely/ turns me on. I tug at the bottom of his shirt, and tell him to take it off, which he does, before placing his hands on my shoulders again and pushing his hips towards my face a little, silently asking me to help him out. I give him a malicious grin, running my fingers up the inside of his thighs to teas him. He makes a small noise, but it’s nothing compared to what he lets out when I run my tongue over the boy’s length. I keep it on top of his underwear, stopping at the spot where his tip is exposed, because I don’t think he deserves tongue-to-flesh-contact yet. I put a hand between his legs, running my fingertips over the bulge of his sac, and by the way he’s tipping his head bag and trying not to moan, I guess the friction must feel nice. His thighs start to quiver a little bit, and I can tell he’s being really patient with me, so I reward him by pressing and open-mouthed kiss to the head of his member. He moans, grasping the material of my shirt. “F-Fuck, Ri… please…” He says, words mixing in with needed breaths. I pity him, because I know how his body reacts to next to nothing, and hook my fingers in the sides of those lace black undies to pull them down his legs. The drop to the floor, and Cody’s ready to burst by the looks of it. I lick a bit of precum off of his tip before gripping the base of his length to prevent him from an orgasm. I have to do this a lot, because like I said, it really doesn’t take much. I don’t normally give him oral, but I figure he earned it, so I slid the top of his length into his mouth. Before I have a chance to do anything, he bucks his hips and gags me, and I push him away, giving him a dirty look. He looks down at me with wide eyes and flushed cheeks, touching the side of my face. “Sorry babe, I… it was an instinct. It felt really good.” He explained, words touched. He goes to grab himself but I stop him and he frowns, looking at me expectantly. “… Please?” I can’t deny Cody when he looks so pretty, so I grip his base again and place my other hand on his hip to make sure he doesn’t try and choke me again as I slide his length into my mouth. I’m probably not good at this because I don’t do it often, but he seems to like what I do. I feel bad if our neighbors are awake, because the black-haired boy is rather vocal as I slid him in and out of my mouth, while stroking every inch of shaven, silky skin in the surrounding area. I don’t have to do it for long before I can tell he’s ready to cum, so I pull him down onto the bed and tell him ‘no touching’ while I strip off my own clothes. He squeezes his thighs together and bites his lips as he watches me, and yeah, his eyes tend to linger on my erection long enough to make somebody uncomfortable. I decide to tease him some more, so when I trail kisses down his body I pay special attention to the inside of his thighs, because I know he likes that. He’s whimpering, and trying to buck his hips, but I hold him down as I run my tongue against the area where the inside of his thigh ends and there’s a small amount of space between that and his erection. “Fuuuck, Right there, Ri.” He moans, so I bite down and suck a bit, and he clenches his thighs together. I have to pin them open so I don’t hurt him, and by the time I leave a nice bruise there he’s literally begging me. I move my mouth back up to his, and press a kiss to his lips, but Cody being Cody, decides to rub his hips up against mine, and I end up moaning into his mouth. I pull back to hiss out of pleasure, so he wraps his arms around me and keeps doing that. I can’t deny it feels nice, so I let him do it for awhile, the friction getting me rather needy. He whines when I push his hips down and hold him there though. I spread his legs and align myself, before pushing right in without preparing him. He doesn’t mind at all, back arching and crying out some obscenity. I like to see if I can make him cum without stroking him, so I pin his wrists above his head and thrust. I definitely can. He hits his orgasm way before I do, but the way his hips swivel and he clenches down around me doesn’t make it hard to join him. I buck my hips as fast as I can, slamming into him while he pulsates, and then I’m there. I cum really, really hard. Probably harder than I have in awhile, and he smiles at me afterwards, because it makes him feel accomplished. I roll off of him and lay on my back, and he props his head up on a pillow while he traces one of my nipples half-minded. I never thought I’d be attracted to guys, and I’d never label myself as gay. But when I fuck Cody, nothing else in the world matters, and when I turn my head to the side and see his pretty - yes, pretty - little face looking at me, I’m not confused about my sexuality. I love my boyfriend, or girlfriend, or whoever this person is, and I love to touch him and see him shudder. I don’t really care what that makes me.