erotic stories (part 5)

(Disclaimer: The following stories are not my own creations. I have compiled them and collected through the sharing of my friends and from the internet. Enjoy reading them!)

Lake Tahoe
by Kristen

"It is now safe to turn your computer off."

I had just finished answering my last e-mail. It was to Bronwen, one of the fearless leaders of the Erotic Writers' Guild (of which I am a proud junior member).

I'd posted to our Internet newsgroup that I was going to Lake Tahoe for a week, and she asked me if going to Lake Tahoe was a good thing. I thought it was; even if I had to work, I'd get some skiing in. I replied: "I'll let you know when I get back."

Punching the off button on the computer, I looked up at the clock on my bedroom wall and saw that I'd been messing around a little too long. If I was going to make my 4:30 flight I'd have to get my butt in gear.

As I pulled out of the long driveway to my apartment house and headed toward Portland up Highway 20, I made a mental list of the stuff I was taking with me.

The whole trip was kind of weird. My boss had called me only the day before to tell me that we were to have a "Corporate Retreat" in a little town called Stateline, just north of Lake Tahoe. He said that meetings would be held on Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. On Saturday we'd take the day off and go skiing on Mount Rose.

I think the idea was to make us more like a team. Well, so long as I have my skis on my roof rack, I'm up for anything. It would be like a vacation for me.

I love to travel. Any excuse for it is a good one as far as I'm concerned. I'd fly to Buffalo, New York, just for the fun of flying there. (You get the picture?) I don't get to travel much, and, being twenty, don't have loads of cash.

Basically, I live in three rooms in a huge old farmhouse/mansion off Highway 20, on the edge of Deschutes National Forest. It's a neat old house, but my space in it is small and only costs me $350 a month.

Since I own my 1977 Jeep (built a year before I was born) and my computer belongs to the company I work for, my actual expenses are pretty low. Somehow, though, I always manage to live just a little above my income.

Contact with the outside world is pretty limited when the biggest city near you is a place called Bend (It's OK if you've never heard of Bend. It's sort of in the middle of Oregon, and there's not much reason for anyone to know it even exists.)

At any rate, I was stoked, and heading up the fog-shrouded highway to fun and adventure, with only a slight guilt pang that my boyfriend Jeff couldn't come with me. But this was business and I'd be working for three days (sort of - wink, wink!).

Jeff, who's a structural engineer, was in the middle of a project anyway, and had been up in Seattle for almost a week when my boss called.

I made Portland just fine. Got parked and through the construction-wracked terminal just in time to be one of the blessed first thirty passengers on Southwest Flight 1709 to Sacramento. (They don't have assigned seats, and even though I like people I hate having to sit in a middle seat.)

We boarded, and left right on time. My plan was to catch up on reading several of my friends' Internet stories via the old laptop during the hour-and-a-half flight to Sacramento.

I was sitting next to an older man (forty-ish) and made a special effort to introduce myself to him, and get to know him a little. He turned out to be a salesman, and also a reverend. He had his own church; his little congregation met at his house each Sunday.

I usually draw my neighbor into reading my stories during a flight, unless I'm traveling with Jeff, when we keep each other busy. I like to get their reaction; it's fun to let them know that I write erotic stories for the Internet. It's also fun to see if they get aroused sitting next to me while we read a story together. (I've had several interesting encounters doing this on a flight, which I probably ought to write about some time.)

However, I didn't think my salesman/preacher would appreciate what I did, so I positioned the computer screen to face the window so that he couldn't read it. I was determined to read without giving any outward signs that might indicate what I was doing. Luckily I'd already read Woodsmoke's story (It really makes me crazy when someone uses my name in their story; it turns me on to imagine myself into one).

Fortunately no other authors had used my name, and I was able to get through all the stories without making a spectacle of myself, though some of them did make me feel kind of crazy.

Anyway, everything went all right, and we landed at Sacramento International at 6:45pm. I was walking through the rather seedy-looking terminal when an announcement came over the loudspeaker: "Kristen Becker, please pick up a white courtesy phone."

I'd never had that happen before. As a matter of fact, I wasn't sure what a white courtesy phone was. But, being smarter than your average blonde, I soon figured out that the white phones on the wall must be what was meant.

It turned out that Andreaus (the big boss) had a son who was also attending our little retreat, and he wanted me to meet him at the Southwest Baggage Claim and bring him along with me to the meeting.

I have to admit I was a little put off by this. Apparently Antonio (seems like all the men in my boss's family have "An" names) wouldn't be 18 for two more months, and therefore couldn't rent a car on his own. So I was stuck.

You know what I mean; it's hard to say no to the boss when he's covering your expenses for a day on the slopes.

I was wearing my black cold-weather outfit, and when I walked into the baggage claim I got a good response from the men there. (I like wearing tight outfits. It's fun to watch the lengths to which some men will go to to look at some leg. It's not that I'm a tease; I just know I look good in tight pants.)

There was Antonio, standing by the carousel and undressing me with his eyes. I was a little taken aback by the unrelenting stare he was giving my body. And I do mean my body; I don't think he looked at my face until I was standing right in front of him, offering him a hand to shake.

Looking back, it was kind of funny, because his hand was real sweaty, and he was super embarrassed, realizing that he'd been staring like an idiot.

His dad is around 50 and has gray hair, so I didn't know what color it had been when he was younger. Apart from his sweaty hand- shake, Antonio's outstanding feature was his lovely, wavy, auburn-red hair, the kind that seems to fall into place without doing any- thing to it. (I suspected it was an expensive haircut.)

He was also quite handsome, but, then, I find most men handsome, in one way or another.

When the introduction was over we grabbed a luggage-cart and filled it with our baggage and skis, then headed toward the buses that take you to the rental cars.

Going out of the terminal doors I saw that the weather had turned ugly; you could actually see the clouds moving overhead. The wind is something else in Sacramento; it cuts right through you, even in cold weather clothing. But I didn't mind; I just walked faster and made Antonio run after me to keep up.

Anyone who knows me knows that I'm a little bit pushy. It's not that I'm at all rude or mean; I just find it hard to be around slow people. I'm very athletic, and feel that men have a big advantage over women, strengthwise, and I've little patience with men who complain, or can't keep up with me.

I gave little Antonio a hard time when he began whining about the pace I was setting; I just walked faster...

I also said something that apparently offended his masculinity, and he was pretty morose for a time. Things livened up, though, when we got into our 1998 Blazer and it wouldn't start.

I had to get an attendant to take a look at the vehicle for me, and he kind of pissed me off when he took the attitude that I was just another dumb blonde who knew nothing about cars.

Well... anyway, it was a bad fuse, and it took him awhile to figure it out. I was ready for another car, but they had no more 4WDs on the lot, and I thought, what with the crummy weather, it would be wise to stick with the one we had since we would be doing some mountain driving.

We finally left the Sacramento airport about 7:30pm, heading south on Interstate 5. I had no trouble finding the junction to Hwy 50, and then pushed the pedal to the metal.

South Tahoe is a little over two hours from Sacramento, and I wanted to reach the hotel long before 10pm, so I was hurrying things a bit.

About Plaserville the fog and snow started. The snow began falling like we were in the middle of a blizzard. I had to slow down to fifty just to see twenty feet in front of me (so much for 10pm!).

I started getting worried when I saw the fog thickening, and, slowing the Blazer down to twenty-five, we began creeping up the two-lane road. I knew we were in trouble just after we passed Kyburz when the side of the hill to the right of us slid down into the river that ran along the side of the road.

There had been a forest fire sometime in the past year or two and the soil erosion was obvious, even in the dark. I stopped the truck in the middle of the snow-covered road and we watched soil and tree stumps tumbling into the rushing river. It was pitch dark, and the only reason we'd seen the hill go was that the area had been framed in the Blazer's headlights at the moment it let loose.

Realizing that the weather was turning even worse, I pushed on, hoping to cover the remaining twenty-nine miles to Lake Tahoe before anything else nasty happened.

About ten miles farther on we had the big nasty, when the truck stopped. I mean, everything about it stopped. The headlights went out, the engine cut out, and we just sat there in the middle of the road.

I kept trying to re-start the engine, but after turning the key fifty times with no result I finally gave up.

Antonio, in his helpful, male, adolescent way suggested that the problem might be a fuse.

I knew that! - it's just that it hadn't yet occurred to me. So I scrunched down to look at the area the rental guy had been working on, and started picking at the panel that covered it.

Well... I couldn't get it off. Antonio eventually got tired of me hitting the dashboard and swearing at the plastic covering, so he got out of the passenger seat and trudged round the Blazer.

Opening my door, he leaned in and flipped the hatch open. He flicked a Bic lighter to help him see what he was doing and soon found the bad fuse. He kept changing the fuses around as if he knew what he was doing, and eventually the headlights flashed on. I turned the ignition and the engine started up immediately - to stop once again as soon as Antonio had reclaimed the passenger seat.

Cursing, he went to open his door again, but I grabbed his arm and said: "Just climb over me and I'll move to your side. The snow's getting too deep, and it's colder than the North Pole out there."

Little Antonio hesitated, then did what I'd suggested.

I hadn't planned on him rubbing his face across my chest, but I gave him the benefit of the doubt, and didn't punch him in the nuts to wipe the dumb grin off his face.

Anyway, we couldn't get the Blazer to start again; Antonio reckoned that the lower-rated fuses were just popping their little filament thingies whenever we turned on the ignition. So there we were, stuck!

The snow was coming down in bucketfuls, and the wind was whistling through a crack I'd left open in the driver's side window and then couldn't close because they were power windows (and we had no power).

I suppose it took about ten minutes for all residual heat to be sucked out of the truck. It was about this time I realized that no cars had gone by us for almost a half-hour. I could barely see any tire tracks, since they had mostly filled up with snow.

We learned later that when that hill slid down into the river it had made a kind of dam, bringing the water level up far enough to overflow the pavement. The authorities had caught on to the situation and stopped both the uphill traffic and the traffic from the top of the mountain until morning, making everyone go a different way.

It really PO'ed me, though, that no-one checked the road to make sure it was empty. I guess they figured that everyone on it would keep traveling, and the people at the slide couldn't see us because we were miles up the road.

I figured right away that something must be wrong, because Hwy 50 is quite an important artery between Lake Tahoe and the outside world.

We waited another hour before I decided to put on the rest of my ski clothes over what I was already wearing. This is when I found out that sweet little Antonio only had a shaving kit and his laptop in his carry-on.

He said his dad had everything, and that he was supposed to pick his stuff up at the consignor when we arrived (Oh great!).

It wouldn't have mattered if we hadn't found ourselves stuck in a fog-blown snowstorm in sub-zero weather.

I'm 5'4", and at my heaviest have never weighed more than 115 lbs (well, maybe 120, for six months, back in eighth grade).

Antonio, on the other hand, was an inch over 6 feet and probably weighed 175 lbs (yes, he is big for his age, isn't he?).

I hated doing it, but I told Antonio to put my parka on (it would probably never be the same again), and since there was absolutely no hope of him fitting into my pants (Damn those tight pants, anyway!) I had him wrap as much spare clothing as we had around his legs.

Our one remaining problem was that we were still freezing. We talked for what seemed like days. I found out that Andy (he preferred that to Antonio) was a musician, and that his dad didn't like that one bit. I also found out that he thought of himself as a square peg being forced into a round hole (His words, not mine), and that he wanted nothing more than his father's approval for what he was, not for what he wanted him to be.

I could identify with that. Not that my folks harassed me or anything; they had my older sister Amy for that. I was an angelic fair-haired child compared to her. Amy did things like sending naked pictures of herself out on the Internet, then getting caught when a friend of the family told our dad about it.

The point is that Andy and I were connecting; I was starting to think there was a person behind those handsome blank eyes. Inevitably, though, being a teenage boy, Andy brought the subject around to sex. We were talking about the Internet, and where the company's future might be heading, when little Andy said: "You know, I probably have the world's largest collection of pornography on my computer."

I raised an eyebrow. "What kind of pornography are we talking about, little man?"

"Nude pictures and dirty sex stories." He looked me in the eye, waiting for me to be shocked and horrified.

I just smiled my most innocent smile and asked him: "Do you have any on your lap-top?" I think he was shocked that a female would respond with a question like that instead of being indignant.

"Uh, yah, I do. You want to see some?" he asked, a little worried now.

I asked how many pictures and how many stories he had in his collection, and he replied proudly that he had hundreds.

He had piqued my curiosity; it's not every day you meet a fellow collector of erotica.

Andy pulled out his laptop and turned it on, then smiling coyly, brought up picture after picture. I was surprised by the screen quality. (My laptop has a liquid crystal screen, and pictures don't look that great on it.)

It was soon obvious that little Andy was a "doggy-style" man. Just about all his pictures were of couples having sex doggy-style. (It amazes me that people can get caught up in one thing to the exclusion of all the other good stuff in the world.)

After I'd gone through just a part of his picture collection, I could tell he was becoming aroused. This I didn't need. However, his computer was sitting on my lap, and its warmth was heavenly. I couldn't believe he didn't know I was getting all this great heat. If I said I'd had enough of his pictures he'd probably turn the computer off, and I definitely didn't want him to do that.

So we continued looking at his adolescent dream-scapes for another hour or so, when the computer started to beep a 'low battery' warning.

Disappointed, but now reasonably warm, I watched him turn it off and stow it in his carry-on.

Andy had surprised me with a "guy" collection just before the battery warning went off. He had a nice collection of men, and I have to admit that looking at them had made me a little warmer than I would have been otherwise. I've always loved to look at naked men - not that I've had all that many chances to do it.

It took Jeff a little while to get used to me always asking him to take his clothes off.

As far as I'm concerned, if the heat's up in the apartment there's no reason for him to wear clothes. And he looks so nice naked.

We sat for another hour in the cold, when I felt that I had to pee, and it soon became an urgent problem for me. If I'd been alone I might have just used the Burger King coke cup that was sitting in its holder, but with Andy in the car that was out of the question.

At last I said: "I gotta pee. I'll be right back." I'd been gone no more than a couple of minutes, taking care of my urgent business, before I was back in the driver's seat.

I immediately felt like knocking little Andy Pascoe's block off, even though his dad was my boss. The little shit had dug my computer out of my carry-on and was running it, warming his lap.

"HEY! BOZO! What the hell do you think you're doing?" I yelled in my most commanding tone.

He looked up at me, a cherubic smile on his face, and said two words that stopped me in my tracks: "Kristen's Collection."

I was speechless. I'd never thought about the consequences of having someone actually find out my other identity. I thought about being fired from my job; about this little jerk telling the whole world who I was. I mean, he had access to my home address, my home phone.

Then he said: "Guess I didn't know what I was talking about, did I? So you're Kristen, huh? Who'da guessed?"

He looked at me when the computer battery started beeping. "You ought to keep it charged better," he said, as he shut it down.

"I was using it on the plane. Now give it here! If you say anything to anyone I'll have to have you murdered. I hope you know that!"

Andy just smiled and said: "I hadn't thought about it before, but this gives me a little power in our relationship, doesn't it?"

"Relationship? We don't have a relationship. You're just a twerpy snoop who should have his legs broken at the knees." I knew I probably sounded pretty stupid, but I was flustered, and didn't know what else to say.

"God, it's cold in here!" he said. "Don't worry about me saying anything. We're going to freeze to death tonight, anyway. I'm starting to wonder if we're going to make it." His teeth had started to chatter from the cold.

I was worried too. Not so much about dying, but frostbite was a real threat. "Come on," I said "let's get in the back of the truck. If we lie down next to each other and cover ourselves with everything we have, maybe our combined body heat will give us some warmth."

It was all I could suggest. Ever since I'd been outside to pee, I hadn't been able to get warm. I was starting to lose feeling in my toes, and the last thing I wanted was frozen toes.

We climbed into the back of the Blazer and threw all my spare clothes on top of us. I rolled over on to my side and told Andy to spoon me. I thought I'd better throw in a warning. "But don't get any stupid adolescent ideas!"

After what felt like weeks I looked at my lady's Swiss Army watch. It glowed back at me, almost mockingly. We'd lain there for less than twenty minutes. My toes were completely numb, and the cold was creeping up my legs. In fact, I was so cold by then that I knew I wouldn't be able to walk, even if there'd been some place to walk to.

I asked Andy: "How do you feel?"

"I'm really cold; what's worse, I'm horny. Have you any idea what lying like this is doing to me?" His voice cracked on "this".

Normally I'd have good-naturedly teased him about his voice, but at that moment I was in pain.

Slowly I came to the realization that we were in terrible trouble. If someone didn't come down the road soon, we might both be damaged for life. I pictured my feet with no toes, and me hobbling around on stumps for the rest of my life. The vision sparked me into action.

The same thought kept running through my head. It was a saying that a girlfriend of mine used a lot. "Have you ever noticed that having sex will make a head-cold or an allergy go away. It's as if, while you're 'doing it', your body corrects any malfunction, or your mind regulates the body to make it feel better."

She thought that this proved that mind always won over matter.

A little hesitantly, I asked Andy: "How do your feet feel?"

His response was muffled. "Like needles are being stuck in them. I'm so cold I don't think I can take it much longer."

With a resigned sigh, I reached out my hand behind me and cupped his crotch. "How does this feel?" I asked.

"Hey!" he yelped, his voice breaking again in his surprise.

I felt his body jump when my fingers gripped him through his pants.

Many thoughts ran through my mind right then. I listed the reasons why I shouldn't be doing this, and almost as quickly answered myself.

I said to myself: 'I shouldn't do this because it would be cheating on Jeff.' I answered that objection with the argument that he would understand that the situation called for drastic action.'

Then I thought: 'I don't have any condoms', and just as quickly my brain manufactured the obvious answer: 'Andy's obviously a virgin, so I won't catch anything from him'.

Boom, another problem: 'You'll get fired if his dad finds out you fucked his little pride and joy'. Of course, the choice between death and dismissal was easy to make.

Soon I'd reconciled myself to what I was going to do. I began to massage Andy through the material of his pants. He quieted down for a bit and just lay there, letting me fiddle with him.

Very soon, however, he began writhing around behind me. It occurred to me that it wasn't good enough just to get him off. We needed to generate some serious body heat, and for both of us. At the same time I realized that Andy wouldn't last very long the first time. So I rolled over to face him and started kissing him. (I love kissing guys. It's even better than dancing with them, and I LOVE to dance.)

It never fails to get me going when I kiss a guy, even Andy, and I badly needed to get myself in the mood for what I knew had to be done.

He was kissing me back now. I could barely make out his face in the dark as we kissed. His eyes were closed tight and he had this desperate look on his face. I could tell he was lost in the sensations of the moment; it was touching to see his urgency. I kept my eyes open and watched him responding to me.

After a short while I steeled myself to take the next step. Andy needed to get that first orgasm out of the way, and I didn't want to have to lie in his wet spots the rest of the night.

That left me with a decision: which way to take him. I decided quickly, and used both hands to unfasten his pants. I figured he'd last about ten seconds, and I didn't want him spurting all over everything.

Pants unfastened, boner out and waving. I shut my eyes and kissed it. I was worried that if I played around he'd make that mess I didn't want over me, so I gave him one of my Jeff specials.

Jeff likes it best when I give him lots of lip friction in fast, deep dives, at each withdrawal swirling my tongue on the underside and at the little flange round the head. I do that ten or twelve times, then take him in my hands and slowly jack his long wang, then make the dives again. I repeat that till he can't hold back any more, and I either take him internally or let him shoot all over the place. I only do it, though, when I want to reward him for something really nice he's done for me; otherwise I'm a little more selfish about sex.

With little Andy it took just three dives before he was groaning and jerking around under me. I was enjoying myself until an uncomfortable thought popped into my mind while Andy was pumping his sperm down my throat.

I was 'cheating' on Jeff. Next moment I was mad at Jeff for making me feel guilty. Didn't he want me to stay alive and in one piece? It's not as if I was going to run away with this kid or anything. (Isn't it funny how we can turn blame around for anything if we need to?)

I continued swallowing Andy's sperm, though I was beginning to find it heavy going. By the time he had his last spasm in my mouth I was feeling a little bloated.

Although I was a little queasy from taking so much of a strange guy's spunk, I preferred that to having it freeze on our skin, or on the carpet underneath us.

Andy's eyes were still closed, and my hand was still on his nice looking cock. I took the opportunity to examine it as it stuck out of his pants fly. It had the nicest shape. I've only seen a few guys' cocks in real life, but his was one of the nicest weenies I'd ever seen. It was kind of thick, and probably about five inches long; it looked like a sculpture.

I'm not making a lot of sense, am I? I guess you had to be there to know what I'm talking about.

Although I felt a little better, blood circulation-wise, my toes were still numb, and I knew that I needed some real exertion, and also what I had to do to get it.

So I unzipped my black ski pants and pulled one leg off. Andy was lying on his back watching me struggle with my pants. He looked amused, the little crud.

I knew I'd lose body heat by taking my pants off, but couldn't figure out any other way to do what I had in mind. I also knew I needed to be on top if I really wanted to get my circulation to flow properly.

When I'd taken my pants off one leg, I put on one leg of another outfit on my other leg, leaving the essential area bare while at the same time protecting my legs from the cold. I mustn't lie; I was dripping with anticipation.

My sex life had focused on Jeff for the past 18 months, and before that, sporadically, on two other guys. So this was new and exciting to me, no matter how much I wanted to pretend it was a life-saving exercise.

I knelt beside Andy and unbuttoned his pants, opening his fly completely. Then I tugged at his waistband, and pulled his pants part-way down his thighs.

YES! He really looked good to me. What I could see of his stomach was really tight. He didn't have a lot of hair on his body, reminding me a little of a muscular female, except that his cock was fully hard and waiting.

I didn't want to wait any longer myself. I knew I was wet enough for him, so I straddled his body and took his shiny cock in my hand, then sank down on it.

I've another confession to make: he felt lovely inside me, his thick cock completely filling me up. I immediately started to ride him; his father couldn't have stopped me at that moment if he'd shown up and knocked on the window.

Andy was watching me; I could tell, even with my eyes closed. I was thrusting my hips forward without rising up, like a lady bronco rider, rubbing myself as hard as I could against him, luxuriating in the feeling of him inside me.

It had been a long time since I'd experienced the thrill of sex with a stranger. I thought a little guiltily about Jeff, and then about how it had been with him the first time.

I'd seduced him on the balcony of my little apartment. I remembered how good it had felt to have Jeff on top of me that lazy afternoon; to have his strong, Nordic cock thrusting deep inside me.

"Ooooohhhh GOD! YES!" I was coming on top of Andy in one of the most intense orgasms I think I've ever had. Thinking about fucking Jeff while I was really doing it to Andy just seemed to push me over the edge.

My body was shivering on top of Andy's, and he was gasping as I rammed him as deep as I could into me. He felt so good!

I watched his stomach muscles flex as he thrust back rhythmically at me. He suddenly looked as if he found it hard to catch his breath, and began gasping for air.

As he raised his upper body to hug me I knew he was having his own orgasm deep inside me. The thought of a stranger coming inside me brought on another, more leisurely, orgasm as I continued to rub myself luxuriously against him, taking him in as deep as he would go.

He held on to my neck for almost a full minute before falling back to the floor of the Blazer with a sigh that told me he was done. I leaned forward and kissed him, making sure he stayed inside me while we embraced.

Meanwhile I realized my toes were feeling normal again; in fact I felt quite flushed and in rude health. I looked up and noticed that the windshield was completely fogged up, and tried to calculate how long we could keep our pleasant afterglow.

I figured we'd be OK for a half-hour or so. I looked at my watch and saw that it was 1am. Hmmm, at this rate we were going to be awfully tired tomorrow.

Let's see, 1am, half an hour of warm blood circulation... say, dawn at 7am, maybe 8 before anyone gets down here. Let's see... How often do we need to...?



Epilogue:

It was almost 8am before a snowplow came down the road, with the highway patrol following behind.

The patrolman was amazed that we were so fit after the night we'd endured. He fixed our fuse and let us go on our way.

Andy and I dragged ourselves through the Wednesday morning meetings. His father let us go after the noon break because we looked so tired.

I let Andy stay with me that afternoon, as a special good-bye for both of us. We'll always be special friends, and I don't think I need to worry about him giving any secrets away.

He's now on my story list; in fact, he'll be getting this. (I tried to encourage him to write the same story from his perspective, and hope he does; it would be interesting to read.)

Oh, one more thing. I kicked some butt on the slopes on Saturday - though my ski outfit did look a little rumpled.

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A Skater's Fantasy
by Kristen

Katerina Bronislow was a picture of beauty and grace. The young champion figure skater glided to an abrupt stop, sparklets of ice showering from her silver blades as they bit into the hard surface.

A moment of silence, then the music came back to life in a burst of joy, and the young woman flexed at the knees to push herself into another change-double-three.

She was concentrating on nothing but her routine and the sound of her skates slicing through the fine layer of liquid crystal that glazed the surface of the ice. Her next movement took her into the air as she spun three full counter-clockwise revolutions, landing on the left back outside edge of the skate's blade.

Her heart swelled with pride when she completed this difficult jump perfectly. In the distance, as if from another world, she heard the audience roar with approval.

Now that the difficult triple-axel was over, the rest of her performance would be a piece of cake, she thought. She went through the remainder of the program almost without thinking, as she had done a hundred times before.

Spiral, lutz, spreadeagle, a small-axel, change-to-double-three, change-loop, loop, bracket, double-three... She began to hear the audience again as she neared the end of her program, the world coming back into focus, and her mind relaxing its previously complete concentration on each coming movement. It was like waking up, or breaking the surface after a steep dive into water.

Then she was done. She struck the final pose and froze, her body held perfectly still, her arms flung above her head as if reaching for the heavens. There was a split second of silence - though to Katerina it seemed an eternity - before the audience started to applaud.

One by one the people in the audience stood up, screaming their approval, throwing flowers and cheering. The young woman seemed momentarily stunned by the sudden deafening noise, but then began to cry and laugh at the same time as she realized that she had finished a perfect set. Recovering, she began the four-corner bow required by tradition.

***

Kasha Malinov was standing by the score box, waiting for Katerina to skate her way there. When she arrived they hugged and kissed briefly and he added his praise to that of the general audience. "Kat, you were wonderful. I think I've never seen you skate better. I'm so proud of you."

Katerina barely heard him over the crowd's acclaim, but she knew he was congratulating her; she knew she had skated well.

Coach came to sit beside the young skater, hugging her and yelling almost louder than anyone else. They sat side by side as the scores came up, one by one: 5.9, 10, 5.9, 10...

Katerina couldn't believe her eyes as all the numbers lit up on the judges' scoreboard. She had won the women's singles. She had won, and the pressure was over. The adrenaline had already begun to drain from her veins at the moment her music had stopped.

Now, with the competition over, she felt tired, almost lethargic, as Coach helped her to stand up and leave the score box.

Katerina knew that Kasha would be the last of the men to skate, but now that the strain of her own competition was over she wanted to see all the men perform. She certainly wanted to be in the audience to cheer on her teammate; she couldn't miss watching him in action.

After helping the young woman remove her skates, Coach left Katerina with security in the competitors' area and returned to the rink to be there during the final moments that every skater needed with their coach before taking to the ice.

Davis Mandalay was on the ice when Katerina took her place in the stands, still breathing hard after her workout. She saw Davis perform a perfect triple-lutz, then a double loop. Her gaze went to Kasha Malinov; she knew exactly what he was going through down there, having just come through it herself. He, like her, would be saying to himself: 'Why am I doing this? I hate this more than anything in the world.' But both of them knew that when a routine went well there was almost nothing better.

She smiled, remembering Kasha's saying: "A good skating performance is the most fun a person can have with their clothes on."

Coach always got upset when Kasha said that, but Katerina liked the saying, and always imagined her friend at such moments without his clothes, and 'having fun.'

They had both traveled from their native Poland to Portland, Oregon, to train with Coach. There was no place like America to train. If one wished to attain a world-class reputation, training in America was almost a necessity these days.

Coach had taken up with Kasha shortly after he won the European Championship. Katerina had also competed, but at fifteen she had been too raw to make a real impression on the stodgy judges. At eighteen, however, and with much help from Coach, as well as sixty hours of practice each week, Katerina now felt ready. She felt good; perfect, in fact!

Kasha was limbering up now. Between performances the men were doing minor jumps and spirals, trying to work the nerves out. It never helped, but they all did it anyway.

Kasha was wearing his black satin dancer's costume. Katerina loved that outfit; it made him look so manly, she thought; his body was so fine to look at.

Suddenly she felt guilty. Kasha was married - he'd been married to Diana Malinov for almost 5 years - and Katerina knew it was a sin to think about a married man in such a way. She felt herself flush in a familiar feeling of jealousy. At times she almost hated Diana for her good fortune. Katerina was in love with her team mate, and hated the thought of another woman pawing his body.

She was brought back to the present by the familiar strains of 'A Prelude To Love' by Brahman's. That was Kasha's music!

The young woman leaned forward to watch her team mate take the ice. Her every nerve-end, every muscle, were stretched tight as if she were the one about to perform.

He looked beautiful, his midnight black hair glowing almost blue-black in the purplish spotlights shining down from high up in the stadium canopy. He stood proud and erect, his legs apart, in an heroic stance.

Then the music took off, and so did Kasha.

Katerina watched him glide majestically into his first triple-triple-loop. She was already in love, and each time Kasha performed she fell a little more in love with him.

The young skater watched intently, wishing she could be inside that strong male body. She wanted to feel his muscles move under his smooth skin, to touch him as he moved so confidently over the ice.

Another huge jump brought an almost inaudible whimper from her lips; yes, she was truly in love! Kasha jumped again, this time seeming to fly to an impossible height, making more than three revolutions before landing a perfect salchow.

Katerina wished she could 'be' him, if only for a few moments; he was so powerful, so beautiful... She would know what to do with his body, if she could only have it for just one evening, she thought. Yes - she'd bring it into her dormitory room after dark and make it please her in all the ways she wanted.

Oh yes - if only Kasha were single! She would certainly know how to please him (she squirmed a little in her seat at that thought). Katerina could almost feel his skin under her hand, imagining its texture on her fingertips.

She would kiss him as he'd never been kissed before. She would press her body against his, then reach down to take his mighty organ into her fist.

Oh, that would be the most wonderful feeling of all, actually to touch his magnificent tool; to undress him; to uncover his body. Yes... she wanted to unzip him, to reach inside his clothes...

Katerina felt her own arousal as his thickening shaft forced her fingers wider, and his wonderful, beautiful erection grew impossibly big within her grip. His arousal was wonderful to see, his organ so soft, yet so hard and warm.

She couldn't help herself, grasping it tighter and beginning to pull, and then push on the sensitive skin of his shaft. She'd never actually done anything like this before, but realized that she was 'jacking' him off. It made her even more excited to know that this godlike man was allowing her to do this to him.

Her palm rubbed up and down his now-slick shaft, and the feeling almost made Katerina faint. Her breath was coming in gasps, matching his own as his hips surged under her manipulation, his muscles rippling with the effort. He was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.

Katerina watched with intense interest as Kasha's member seemed to grow even stiffer, seemingly straining for release as her small hand worked up and down the shiny, veined shaft. Then, without warning, his golden cock began to spurt jets of golden sperm, gushing like a fountain and splattering over the front of Katerina's costume.

Her eyes half closed as she felt the hot spurts hit her chest. She could almost hear the splats as successive globs of sperm struck her flesh, and she certainly felt the warm sticky fluid seeping through the thin material of her skater's costume and wetting her skin.

She continued, in slow motion, to jack him off, bending over him; taking his huge golden cock in both hands and stroking her neck with it; moving her whole body with each thrusting movement, forcing more and more of the hot seed from his straining body. She could feel his sperm on the back of her neck now; it was in her hair too.

She started to wonder how much sperm Kasha was going to produce; his ejaculations seemed to go on for ever. She was almost out of her head with her desire for him. Her body was on fire, the hot sticky smell of him everywhere.

It seemed the most a natural thing to do when she leaned forward and placed her lips over the tip of Kasha's beautiful purple head, swooping to take him into her mouth as far as she could.

Her first sensation was of smooth delicate skin against her tongue. Then, almost Immediately, a gush of hot liquid splatted against the back of her throat, then another, and another...

Katerina began to swallow, and kept swallowing. It all felt so wonderful. Not only was she pleasing Kasha, but his orgasm was having a direct effect on her own body. Every time his hot sperm shot down her throat, a delightful spasm went through her body. Each time he spurted, her strong, athletic body experienced another sexual quake.

In a moment his orgasm had become hers. The sensations were so overpowering that Katerina could hold back no longer. Her body convulsed mightily as her orgasm hit its full strength. She pulled her lips abruptly from Kasha's still-rigid member and screamed in pure ecstasy, the taste of his hot essence still on her tongue.

Her voice, as she screamed in orgasm, sounded superhuman. It echoed from the rafters of the arena, where it was multiplied a thousand times, ten thousand times... Her body convulsed yet again, thrashing and filling every hollow, every nerve, with the most wonderful of feelings... She loved Kasha; she loved him...

The young skater sat back, panting with exhaustion as if she'd just finished a rigorous practice. Echoes of her ecstatic cries still ringing in her ears, she opened her eyes.

Everyone was shouting and cheering!

Were they congratulating her on the quality of her public orgasm?! Her face turned bright red from embarrassment. What had she done?!

She looked around warily, fully expecting to see laughing, jeering faces; to meet ridicule, even disgrace. But she saw nothing of the kind.

She was bewildered for a moment, then her mind cleared and she realized that the cheers were for Kasha, who had just finished his program. The realization that she had been fantasizing about her team mate rather than watching him perform hit home in a rush.

As Kasha Malinov stood at center rink to take his bows, Katerina looked at him with new understanding... and new plans formulating in her young mind...

'Sorry Diana,' she thought, a look of determination in her eyes... She wanted Kasha and she would have him. Whatever it took!

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Morning Class
by Dee J. Sombrano

Pagtingin ni Marie sa kanyang relo, nakita niyang 6:30 pa lang. Napangiti siya; maaga na naman siyang nakadating sa iskuwelahan. May oras pa siya para mag-review bago ang kanyang unang subject.

Papunta na siya sa library nang may tumawag sa kanya. "Marie!"

Napatingin si Marie sa likod niya. Nakita niya ang kanyang professor, si Mr. Villalobos, isa sa mga bigating prof sa kanyang kurso.

"Good morning, sir," bati ni Marie sa kanyang prof. "Mukhang maaga din ang pasok ninyo."

"Oo nga," sagot sa kanya ni Mr. Villalobos. "Kasi di ko pa natatapos tignan yung mga assignment na pinasa ninyo kahapon. Nagka-brownout kasi sa amin. Ikaw-saan ang punta mo?"

"Sa library, sir. Mag-rereview lang po at baka may graded recitation sa klase ni Ma'am Roces."

"Ah, okay." Napatapat sila sa C.R. ng babae.

"Sige, sir, mag-aayos muna ako bago ako mag-library. Nagulo ng hangin ang buhok ko; nag-jeep kasi ako ngayon dahil puno yung mga FX."

"Okay. See you in class. Ay-teka, daan ka nga muna sa faculty room bago ka mag-library. Kung pwede lang sa iyo."

"Okay po, sir." Kinawayan muna ni Marie ang prof ant sinabayan ng matamis na ngiti bago ito pumasok sa CR. Si Mr. Villalobos naman, pinanood muna ito. Talagang si Marie siguro ang pinakamagandang estudyante sa batch niya. Siya na nga marahil ang pinakamagandang estudyante sa lahat ng mga tinuruan niya. Di naman siya masyadong matangkad, mga five-four o five-five lang pag naka-high heels. Morena ngunit di negra at makinis ang kutis, lalo na ang kanyang legs. At kahit slim ang katawan, makurba ito sa tamang lugar. Hinding-hindi nagsasawa sa pagtingin si Mr. Villalobos sa bilugang puwet at medyo mausling dibdib ni Marie. At hindi lang tingin ang kanyang nagawa. Sa pag-ikot nang isip ni Mr. Villalobos, naramdaman niyang tumatayo ang kanyang titi. Gusto niya sanang sundan si Marie sa loob ng CR pero biglang may pumasok na iba pang mga estudyanteng babae. Di bale, sabi ni Mr. Villalobos sa sarili habang paakyat ng hagdan patungo sa second floor ng building ng college. Masosolo ko naman siya sa faculty room.

Pagkatapos mag-CR ni Marie, inisip na niyang tumuloy sa library. Alam niya na may iba pang gusto si Mr. Villalobos maliban sa tulungan niya itong mag-check ng mga assignments ng klase nila. Dati na naman niyang alam na nagagandahan ang kanyang prof sa kanya. Halata naman kapag pinagmamasdan kahit pasimple ni Mr. Villalobos ang kanyang legs, ang kanyang puwet, o kaya naman ang kanyang dibdib. Mahilig ang kanyang prof na tignan ang kanyang cleavage tuwing nakayuko siya pag nagsusulat o kaya kapag nakatayo ito sa tabi ng upuan niya sa klase at kunyari may tinataning ito sa kanya.

Kunsabagay, kahit papaano ay may itsura din naman si Mr. Villalobos at walang asawa. Kahit ba namang may nangyari na sa kanila, wala namang nasasaktan. At aaminin niya: nasasarapan din naman siya kapag may "ginagawa" sila ng prof niya. Magaling itong magpaligaya ng babae dahil marami na itong karanasan.

"Ay, naku, si sir talaga," sabi ni Marie sa sarili at tinungo na ang faculty room. Pagdating niya doon, agad niyang napansin na wala pang tao. Baka nasa chapel pa at nagsisimba ang ibang mga prof o kaya ay di pa talaga dumarating. Nakita niya kaagad si Mr. Villalobos na nakaupo sa kanyang lamesa. Bago pa siya pagsabihan nito, ni-lock na kaagad ni Marie ang pintong panloob ng faculty room. Pinuntahan na niya ang kanyang prof.

"Ano po ang gagawin natin, sir?" tanong ni Marie paglapit niya sa prof niya. Nilapag niya ang gamit niya sa ibabaw ng lamesa nito.

Hindi na nagpaliguy-ligoy pa si Mr. Villalobos. Tumayo siya at niyakap si Marie, sabay halik sa labi nito. Bahagyang nabigla si Marie at napa-"Ay!" nang kaunti. Agad namang pumasok sa loob ng bibig niya ang dila ng prof niya. Bumawi si Marie at nakipaglingkisan ng dila sa kanyang prof. Medyo sinipsip at hinigop pa niya ang dila ni Mr. Villalobos, na lalong ikinalibog ng guro. Gumapang ang kamay nito sa katawan ni Marie at sinapo ang dibdib ng magandang estudyante. Piniga nito ang tayung-tayong mga dibdib nito at pinisil ang mga utong sa loob ng bra hanggang maramdaman ni Mr. Villalobos na tumatayo na ang mga ito.

Binitiwan niya si Marie. "Grabe, sir," sabi ng dalagang estyudyante sa kanya. "Umagang-umaga, ang libog na ninyo." Inayos nito ng kamay ang nagulong buhok.

"Ikaw din naman, Marie-talaga palang walang oras pinipili ang kalibugan mo," sagot ng prof ni Marie. Umupo ito sa silya. "Di pa tayo tapos."

"Ano ang susunod nating gagawin, sir?"

"Lumuhod ka dito," utos ni Mr. Villalobos at pinapuwesto niya si Marie sa pagitan ng hita niya. Nang nakaluhod na si Marie sa harapan niya, pinabukas nito sa dalaga ang kanyang blouse at pinatanggal ang bra. Ginawa naman ni Marie ang inuutos ng prof niya; tinanggal niya ang bra niya na di hinuhubad ang kanyang damit pang-itaas.

"Buksan mo na ang zipper ko," susunod na sinabi ni Mr. Villalobos. Lumapit si Marie at dahan-dahang binaba ang zipper ng prof. Kahit naka-brief ito, nakita niyang sumisilip na ang ulo ng titi nito mula sa beywang ng brief nito. Di na hinintay ni Marie na magsalita ang guro. Nilabas na niya mula sa brief nito ang titi ni Mr. Villalobos. Sinimulan niyang himasin ito. Naramdaman niya ang init nito at ang unti-unting pagtigas ng laman na hawak niya.

"Ang galing mo talaga, Marie...ang galing mong magpalibog!" sinambit ni Mr. Villalobos habang pinapanood niya kung paano himasin ni Marie ang kanyang titi. "Sige-dyakulin mo pa ako!"

Yun nga ang ginawa ng magandang estudyante. Hinigpitan niya ang paghawak sa titi ng kanyang prof at hinimas nang mas mabilis, pataas at pababa. Lalong nasarapan si Mr. Villalobos.

"Isubo mo na ang titi ko, Marie-i-blowjob mo ako!" utos nito sa estudyanteng maganda. Garalgal na ang boses nito sa libog. Hindi na niya hinintay na sumunod si Marie. Hinawakan nito ang buhok ng dalaga ng isang kamay habang hawak ng kabilang kamay ang kanyang titing matigas. Napa-aray si Marie dahil nasabunutan siya ng prof. Ang pagkakataong iyon ang ginamit ni Mr. Villalobos para isaksak sa loob ng bibig ng dalaga ang kanyang titing naninigas na parang batuta.

Nabilaukan si Marie dahil sa biglaang pagpasok ng titi ni Mr. Villalobos sa bibig niya. Nailuwa niya ang kalahati ng nag-iinit na laman ng guro niya pero pinigilan siyang iluwa lahat. Naramdaman niya ang kamay nitong nakahawak sa buhok niya na dinidiin ang ulo niya pababa. Ang isa namang kamay ng prof niya ay hawak ang baba niya at lalong binubuka ang bibig niya. Para na lang matigil ang ganong gawain ni Mr. Villalobos, pinilit ni Marie na isubo ang buong haba ng titi ng prof niya. Pagkatapos ay sinisipsip niya ito ng madiin. Bumitiw sa ulo at baba niya ang mga kamay ni Mr. Villalobos. Napaungol ito sa sarap na naidulot ng bibig ni Marie.

"Tangina, saan mo natutunan iyan, ha?" tanong ni Mr. Villalobos sa kanyang magandang estudyante. "Ang galing mo...sige...blowjob mo ako..."

Niluwa muna ni Marie ang titi ng kanyang prof. Hawak pa siya nito sa ulo pero di na siya pinipilit na isubo ang titi nito. Para makasigurado, hinawakan ni Marie sa may ibaba ang puno ng titi ng prof niya. Ang isa namang kamay niya ay hinimas-himas ang betlog ng guro. Tapos, pinasok na ulit niya ang titi nito sa bibig niya at nagsimulang magtaas-baba ang ulo nito. Pikit-matang ninamnam ni Mr. Villalobos ang sarap ng ginagawa ni Marie. Talagang di matatawaran ang sarap na dulot ng magandang estudyante niya. Marami-rami na rin ang nakantot niyang estudyante pero kakaiba talaga si Marie. Tinignan niya ang ginagawa ni Marie. Pinanood niya ang dalaga habang tsinutsupa siya nito. Taas-baba, taas-baba ang ulo nito; panaka-naka'y iniluluwa niya ang titi nito para dilaan at sipsipin ang ulong namumula. Patuloy pa ring hinihimas ng dalaga ang kanyang betlog o di kaya'y iyon nama ang didilaan at sisipsipin imbes na ang ulo ng kanyang titi.

Sinikap ni Marie na mag-enjoy ang kanyang guro. Inaalala niya kasi na pag hindi ito masarapan ay baka matagalan pa sila at mahuli kapag may dumating na ibang prof. Ngunit habang tsinutsupa niya si Mr. Villalobos, unti-unti ay nakakaramdam na rin siya ng libog. Binitiwan na niya ang betlog ng prof. Ang hinimas naman niya ay ang kanyang nakabuyangyang na suso. Piniga-piga niya ang dalawang matikas na suso nang dahan-dahan hanggang maramdaman niyang tumatayo at tumitigas ang kanyang utong. Yon naman ang kanyang nilaro-pinisil-pisil at kinurot-kurot nang marahan.

Napangiti si Mr. Villalobos nang makita ang ginagawa ni Marie. Ibig sabihin nalilibugan na ang dalaga. Dalawang kamay niyang hinawakan ang ulo ni Marie at sinabayan ang pagtaas-baba ng bibig nito ng pag-ulos ng balakang niya. Napaungol ng bahagya si Marie at pinikit ang mga mata habang kinakantot ng prof ang bibig niya. Tinatablan na nga ang magandang estudyante. Lalong ginahan si Mr. Villalobos sa pagkantot sa bibig ni Marie. Binibilisan na niya ang pag-ulos; nararamdaman niyang malapit na siyang labasan.

Napansin din ito ni Marie. Nahalata niya ang kanyang prof na binibigay-todo na ang paglabas-pasok ng titi nito sa kanyang bibig. Naririnig din niya ang impit na ungol at pagmumura nito sa sarap na nadarama. At lalo siyang nalibugan. Sa loob-loob niya, ipinagmamalaki niya sa sarili ang kanyang galing sa pagpapalibog sa kanyang prof. Kahit di niya kailangang gawin iyon para pumasa dahil nga matalino at masipag naman siya, tuwang-tuwa din siya sa epekto niya sa lalaki-kahit na sa isang mas matanda at mas bihasa na katulad ni Mr. Villalobos. Ang isang kamay niya ay patuloy pa rin sa paglamas at pagpisil sa kanyang suso. Yung isa nama'y itinaas ang kanyang palda at pumasok sa loob ng kanyang panty para naman pagtuunan ang atensyon ang kanyang puke. Naramdaman niyang mamasa-masa na rin ito. Hinimas niya ito, para bang pinupunas sa buong puke niya ang likidong lumalabas na dito. Ang kanyang ulo nama'y para nang makina na mag-isang tumataas-baba kasabay ang pag-ulos ng titi ni Mr. Villalobos sa kanyang mainit at basang-basang bibig.

Makalipas na lamang ang ilan pang sandali at hinatak ng prof niya pataas ang kanyang ulo. Lumabas ang naninigas nitong titi mula sa pagkakakulong nito sa bibig niya. Bahagya itong lumapit sa kanya, hawak-hawak ang titi nito at dyinakol hanggang nilabasan ito ng kanyang tamod na sinabog niya sa suso, sa mukha, at sa labi ni Marie. Pikit ang mga mata, nilalaro pa rin ang maseselang bahagi ng kanyang katawan, tinanggap ng dalaga ang pag-agos ng mainit at malagkit na tamod ni Mr. Villalobos sa kanya.

"Aaaahhh...! Tangina ka talaga, Marie...ang galing mo!" sabi ng prof sa magandang estudyante.

"Talaga, sir?" tanong ni Marie habang pinupunas ang tamod na nagkalat sa kanyang labi, mukha, at suso. Isang nakakaakit na ngiti ang lumutang sa kanyang labi. Parang isang pilyang bata, pinunas ni Marie ang tamod ni Mr. Villalobos sa kanyang suso at utong hanggang medyo mamuti at manlagkit ang mga ito. Tapos ginawa rin niya iyon sa tamod sa mukha niya. Huli naman ang tamod sa labi niya-dinilaan niya ito at ninamnam.

"Oo, tangina ka...para kang puta..." nanlalatang sagot ni Mr. Villalobos.

"Sir, kailangan kong mag-ayos...di naman ako pwedeng pumasok nang ganito..."

"Doon..." Tinuro ng prof ang banyo ng faculty room. May shower doon na ginagamit ng mga ibang prof kapag napapagabi sa iskuwela. "Gamitin mo yung twalya don na puti...sa akin iyon, malinis iyon."

"Okay, sir," sabi ni Marie. Kinuha niya ang bra mula sa lamesa ng prof at tumungo na sa shower para makapaglinis ng katawan. Ngunit di lang iyon ang balak niyang gawin. Medyo nabitin siya sa kanilang ginawa ni Mr. Villalobos. Nakaraos nga ang prof pero siya hindi. Itutuloy niya ang kanyang ginawa sa shower habang wala pang tao sa faculty room.

Nagpahinga muna si Mr. Villalobos bago simulang ayusin ang kanyang sarili. Talagang nakakalibog si Marie. Ang galing tsumupa. Para siyang nilabasan ng ilang gallon ng tamod sa katawan. Pawis na pawis din siya at naiinitan. Gusto sana niyang maligo pero naisipan niyang mamaya na lang niya gagawin iyon. Kailangan pa niyang mag-check ng mga assignment nila Marie. Inayos na lamang niya ang kanyang pantalon at pumasok sa banyo para maghilamos at mag-suklay ng buhok.

Nang na sa loob na siya ng banyo, may narinig siyang mga impit na ungol na nanggagaling sa shower. Tahimik siyang lumapit doon at bahagyang binuksan ang pintuang di nakatrangka para masilip ang nangyayari sa loob. Dun niya nakita si Marie, nakatayo ilalim ng dutsa habang dumadaloy ang tubig. Nilalamas nito ang sariling suso habang dinadaliri niya ang kanyang puke. Pinanood muna ni Mr. Villalobos ang kanyang estudyante habang pinapaligaya ang sarili. Tapos nagpasya siya. Ni-lock niya ang pintuan ng banyo at dali-daling naghubad.

Nilabasan na nang isang beses si Marie nang biglang pumasok si Mr. Villalobos. Nakangisi nitong pinagmamasdan ang kahubdan niya. Pero di natinag si Marie. Patuloy niyang nilaro ang kanyang suso't puke. At parang maghahamong sinabi sa kanyang guro, "Tatayo lang ba kayo at manonood, sir, o tutulungan ba ninyo ako?" Isa na namang mapang-akit na ngiti ang binigay nito sa kanyang prof.

Iyon lang ang kailangang marinig ng nalilibugang guro. Agad niyang sinunggaban ang magandang estudyante na parang hayop na hayok na hayok sa gutom at nakatagpo ng makakaing masarap. Niyakap na naman niya ito nang mahigpit at hinalikan ng madiin sa labi. Nakipagsabayan at nakipaglaban si Marie ng halik para sa halik. Sinugod ng dila niya ang bibig ng prof niya at nakipag-espadahan sa dila nito. Ang kamay naman ni Mr. Villalobos ay hiwalay na umatake sa itaas at ibaba ng katawan ni Marie. Ang kanan ay pinaglalamas ang suso ng dalaga; ang kaliwa'y sinapo at piniga ang puke bago sumuot sa loob ang dalawang daliri nito.

"Sirrrr...! Talagang libog na libog kayo sa akin, ah!" sambit ni Marie na ine-enjoy ang sarap na dulot ng hayok na paglalaro ng prof niya sa maseselang bahagi ng kanyang katawan. Inabot niya ang naninigas na namang titi nito. "Hindi niyo ba gagamitin ito, sir?" tanong niya sabay dyakol sa titi ng guro.

"Tangina ka! Oo! Libog na libog ako sa iyo!" sabi sa kanya ng guro. Inatras nito nang nakayakap at hinahalikan ang dalagahanggang nakasandal na ito sa isang kanto ng shower. Tinanggal nito ang daliri sa puke ni Marie at inalis sa pagkakahawak nito ang kanyang titi.

"Heto na ang hinahanap mo, tangina kang malibog na puta ka!" Pagkasabi niya ng mga salitang iyon na lalong nagpainit sa damdamin ni Marie, tinapat niya ang kanyang titi sa bukana ng puke ni Marie at biglang sinasaksak ito papasok. Muntikan nang mauntog sa pader ang ulo ng dalaga nang maramdaman niyang pumasok ang titi ng guro niya. Patayo siyang kinantot nito habang hawak ang dalawang kamay niya na nakapinid lang sa pader sa magkabilang-tabi nito. Nakabukaka siya nang medyo maluwang.

"Ahhh! Sirrr...sige-kantutin mo ako!" bulong niya sa prof niya. Kumapit ito sa balikat ng guro habang nagsisimula na itong umulos. Sinabayan ito ni Mr. Villalobos ng pagdila at pagsupsop sa utong ni Marie na nakadagdag sa libog na nararamdaman ng dalaga. Hindi na nagdahan-dahan si Mr. Villalobos. Bakit pa nga ba niya kailangang gawin iyon? Di na naman birhen ang magandang estudyante. Ang maganda nga lang, di pa laspag ang puke nito. Tuwing kinakantot niya o ng ibang mga lalaki sa course nila, palagi nilang sinasabi na masikip ang puke ni Marie. Para bang lalong nagiging birhen kapag kinakantot.

Si Marie man ay hindi na pinansin ang pagkamarahas ng kantutan nila ng prof niya. Sa totoo lang, may mga panahon na mas gusto niya ang ganitong klase ng pakikipagtalik. At alam namang niyang todo-bigay na sa libog si Mr. Villalobos. Mabuti na rin iyon para nga bawas ang tsansang mahuli sila. Sa totoo lang, ilabasan na siya sa ikalawang pagkakataon makaliaps lang nang ilang ulos ng prof niya. Sa tantiya niya, malapit na rin ang guro. Nag-isip si Marie kung papayagan niyang magpasabog sa loob ng puke niya ang prof niya. Kung sabagay, suwerte siya at alam niyang hindi siya maaaring magkabuntis. Noong bata pa kasi siya, nagkaroon siya ng diperensiya sa kanyang matris. Di naman ito nakamamatay pero ang sabi ng duktor sa kanya at ang magulang niya na wala na siyang pag-asang magkaanak. Nung una'y nalungkot si Marie sapagkat mahilig siya sa bata. Pero may kabutihan din palang naidulot ang diperensiya na iyon, lalo niya nang malaman niya ang sarap ng pakikipagkantutan at iba pang pakikipagtalik.

"Sandali lang, sir...iba namang style..." sabi ni Marie sa prof niya.

"Oo, sige...bilisan mo kung ano man ang gagawin m o, tangina ka, libog na libog na ako!"

Tumalikod naman si Marie. Pinausli nang kaunti ang mabilog at makinis na puwet niya habang nakakapit sa pader. "Sige, sir...tuloy na ninyo..." imbita na sa prof habang gumigiling-giling ang puwitan nito.

"Gusto mo sa puwet kita kantutin?" tanong ni Mr. Villalobos.

Nag-isip si Marie. Nasubukan na niya iyon at nasarapan siya. Pero tumanggi muna siya. "Sa puke ko na lang, sir. Pag sa puwet ko, sa laki ng titi ninyo, baka masaktan ako't mapilitang mag-absent sa mga klase ko today." Di naman ganung kalaki ang ari ng prof niya, pero marunong din mambola si Marie.

"Sabi ko naman na kaya namang kitang sustentuhan, di ba? Hindi mo na kailangang pumasok..." sagot ni Mr. Villalobos.

Humarap si Marie sa guro. "Ay, naku, sir! Kung sasayangin niyo ang panahon natin sa mga bagay-bagay na ayokong pag-usapan, magbibihis na lang ako." Nag-anyo itong lalabas na sa shower.

"O, sige, hindi na kita patitgilin sa pag-aaral mo. Sorry na, Marie," halos magmakaawang sabi ni Mr. Villalobos sa kanyang magandang estudyante. Hinawakan niya ang braso nito para pigilan. "Tuloy na lang natin ito, please? Baka may dumating na kasi...sayang naman...di ka pa nakakaraos..."

Kunyari labag pa sa kalooban niya, pumayag si Marie. Bumalik siya sa puwesto niya sa kanto ng shower. Tumalikod muli. "O, ano, sir-game na!" sabi nito at napatawa.

Lumapit sa puwitan ng dalaga at tinapat ni Mr. Villalobos ang kanyang titi. Parang gusto pa rin niyang ipasok sa butas ng puwet ng dalaga pero naranasan na niyang hindi pumayag ang dalaga sa ibang gusto niyang gawin sa mga nakalipas nilang pagtatalik. Kahit ba naman slender ang dalaga, malakas din ito dahil laki sa probinsiya at sanay sa trabaho. Makikipaglaban ito at baka mga mahuli pa sila sa akto.

Hinimas muna ni Mr. Villalobos ang kanyang titi, tapos ay pinasok na sa naghihintay na puke ni Marie. Hinawakan niya ang balakang nito at nagsimula nang umulos. Napakagat ng labi at napapikit ang dalaga. Sa totoo lang, isa sa paborito niyang posisyon sa pakikipagtalik ang dog style. Tuwing tinitira ang puke niya mula sa likuran ay feeling niyang lalong tumitindi ang kanyang libog, lalo na kapag sinasabayan ng paglamas ng suso niya, kagaya nang ginagawa ni Mr. Villalobos sa kanya habang umuulos ito. Di naman niya masyadong pinapahalata ito sa prof niya para di niya malaman iyon at gamitin iyong style na iyon para mapalibog siya nang todo tuwing nagsesex sila.

Parang wala na sa sarili si Mr. Villalobos habang binabanatan niya na parang aso ang dalaga. Talagang likas yata na masikip ang puke ng magandang estudyante niya. Sa sarap ng pakiramdam ng kanyang pagkantot kay Marie, napapalo niya ang puwet nito at napapalamas at lapirot sa suso't utong ng dalaga. Umuungol sa sarap o kaya'y napapahalinghing ang dalaga; lalo tuloy tumitindi ang libog na nadarama ng guro. Mala-piston ang paglabas-pasok ng titi niya sa puke ng kanyang magandang estudyante.

"Aaaahhh...siiiiirrrr!!! Lalabasan na po ako!!!" impit na sumigaw si Marie. Ilang sandali lang ang lumipas at nilabasan nga si Marie. Yun na ang kanyang ikatlong pagkaraos.

"Paano ako?" tanong ni Mr. Villalobos na napatigil sa pagkantot kay Marie. "Di pa ako tapos!"

"Tanggalin niyo muna ang titi niyo, sir," sagot ni Marie. "Ako ang bahala sa inyo."

Sumunod si Mr. Villalobos sa kanyang magandang estudyante. Hinintay niya ang gagawin nito. Humarap si Marie sa guro niya at nakipaghalikan at sipsipan ng laway muli. Tapos, lumuhod siya at pinasok ang kalahati ng titi ng prof niya sa kanyang bibig. Kinuha niya ang dalawang kamay nito at pinatong sa ulo niya. Hinawakan niya ang puwet ni Mr. Villalobos at hinatak ang guro papalapit. Pumasok sa bibig niya ang titi nito. Naintindihan kaagad ng guro ang balak ng estudyante. Sinumulan na niyang kantutin ulit ang bibig ni Marie. Ang dalaga'y nanatiling nakahawak sa puwet nito.

"Putanginang bibig mo! Kasing-init at kasing sarap ng puke mo!" Sinundan ng guro ang mga salitang iyon ng mariing pag-ulos sa bibig ng estudyante. Pikit-mata lamang na tinanggap ni Marie ang pagkantot sa bibig niya. Sinisipsip at hinihigop pa nga niya ang titi ng prof niya habang umuulos ito. Maya-maya'y naramdaman niyang bumibilis at lumalalim na ang paglabas-pasok ng titi nito sa kanyang bibig. Alam na niya ang ibig sabihin ng bagay na iyon.

Hindi nagtagal at tama nga ang hinala niya: nalasahan na niya ang unang mga patak ng tamod ni Mr. Villalobos sa dila niya. At nang diniin ng guro ang pagpasok ng titi nito sa kanyang bibig, hindi na nag-atubili si Marie. Hinatak din niya na lalong papalapit ang ibabang-katawan ng guro. Naramdaman niyang sumabog sa loob ng bibig niya ang masaganang katas ng titi ni Mr. Villalobos. May mga tumagas pa nga sa labi niya. Habang nasa loob ng bunganga niya ang titi ng prof niya ay nilulon niya ang makakayanan niya sa tamod na para bang bumaha sa bibig niya.

Nanlata na ang titi ni Mr. Villalobos. Unti-unti niyang niluwa iyon. Nilunok niya ang tamod na lumalabas at dinila-dilaan niya ang kahabaan nito.

"Tangina...ang sarap mo talaga..." bulong ni Mr. Villalobos.

Napangiti si Marie. "Salamat kung ganoon nga, sir." Tumayo na siya at pumuwesto sa ilalim ng dutsa at mabilis na naligo. Nanatiling nakasandal sa pader ang napagod na prof niya. Nang makatapos ay lumabas ang dalaga sa shower, ginamit ang tuwalya ng guro nito para magpatuyo ng katawan, tapos ay nagbihis at nag-ayos ng sarili.

"Paano, sir-una na ako't baka hindi na ako makapag-review para sa graded recitation ko mamaya," sabi niya sa nanghihinang prof. Tumango ito bilang sagot sa tanong niya. Nginitian uli ni Marie si Mr. Villalobos bago nito iwanan ang guro para makapunta na sa library. Marami pa siyang aaralin sa umagang iyon at gusto na niyang magsimula.

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Daddy And Dee

Trouble At School

Ciana Rose

© 1999

All Rights Reserved

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"'Daddy and Dee" is not intended to condone sex with minors. It is merely a figment of my imagination based on a common fantasy played by adults. If this type of fantasy is offensive, please return now.

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"Hi, Daddy." Dee's wheat-color pigtail dangled as she poked her tilted head in from the doorway.

Daddy sat on the sofa, wearing only his boxer shorts. He set the newspaper aside and removed his glasses. "Come in, Sweetie."

Reluctantly, Dee stepped out from behind the wall and into the room. She was dressed in a short navy pleated skirt and a crisp white shirt. The school uniform included the standard white knee socks and black patent leather shoes.

Daddy studied her astutely. They had played many fantasies during their years of marriage, but playing Daddy's little girl was still Dee's favorite. The role was befitting of her character and small-framed, girlish appearance.

"Trouble at school again, dear?" When she lowered her eyes, Daddy's expression grew stern. "Daddy asked you a question."

Biting her lower lip, Dee nodded.

"How bad?"

"Very."

"Deeeee?"

"The p'incipal--"

"The principal?"

Hands clasped behind her, Dee swung from side to side. "Aha. He said I have to be punished a lot, cause I was a very bad girl."

"I see." Daddy barely stifled a smile.

"Honest, Daddy, it wasn't my fault," Dee suddenly blurted in her defense.

"All right, you better tell Daddy what happened."

"Um..." she began with trepidation, "he--"

"I should have known there was a "he" involved in this," Daddy muttered, displeased. "What about him?"

Dee grimaced. "Welllll..."

"Well?"

"Well, he said he had something to show me."

"And?" Daddy demanded when she did not continue.

"It was a secret," Dee rushed ahead. "That's why we had to sneak into the old classroom." She rocked up on her toes, and back.

"Aren't you forgetting something, Dee?"

"What?" She first looked puzzled, then suddenly enlightened. "Oh, I know. When I get into trouble, I have to lick your penis while I tell you about it." With a bursting smile, she skipped on over.

"You just kneel right here between Daddy's legs." Daddy dropped a cushion to the floor, then slid a hand inside his boxer shorts and maneuvered his cock to poke through the slit. "Gently, dear," he admonished when Dee's hand wrapped around the semi-hard shaft a little too enthusiastically.

Reining in her impulses, Dee eased her grip, then used the little pink tip of her tongue to tease. "That better, Daddy?"

"Much. So what did this boy show you when you went into the room?"

Dee made a circle around the swelling head, then answered, "Nothing."

"What do you mean, nothing?" Daddy looked puzzled.

"He said if I wanted to see it, I would have to show him my pussy first," she explained, tilting her head to the side.

"I see." Daddy paused. "Did you agree?"

Stroking his hardened shaft smoothly, she gave him another slick lick. "Aha, he promised I would really like what he had."

"Dee, what did Daddy tell you about boys and your pussy?"

"But, Daddy, you said I shouldn't let them play with it. You didn't say I couldn't show it to them," she argued with big innocent blue eyes.

Daddy shook his head. "We'll talk about that later. Let's hear the rest."

"Johnny--"

"Johnny? Why didn't you say it was Johnny? He has Daddy's permission to play with you."

She shrugged her shoulders. "Guess I forgot to say his name."

Daddy harrumphed. Then changing his tone, he said, "Okay, sweetie, but you made Daddy worry. You know what that means."

Dee lowered her head remorsefully. "I have to be punished."

"Extra," he emphasized. "Now go on."

"Johnny said I had to pull my skirt up reaaal slow, inch by inch. He said if I went too fast, I'd have to start all over again."

"Did you, have to start again?"

"Three times." Making an O with thumb and index, she held up three fingers. "But I don't know why, Daddy, every time I did, my panties got more wetter."

"That's because you like Johnny so much."

"I do," Dee agreed fondly. Then her expression turned from mischief to concern. "But I don't love him the way I love you, Daddy," she professed.

"Daddy loves you too, honey." His caressing eyes met hers, then sighing, he leaned back. "Don't forget Daddy's balls."

Dee gently spread the slit of the boxer shorts and eased out his scrotum. Then she lifted the hefty erection and proceeded to oblige.

"There's a good girl. You know how much Daddy loves you licking his balls."

Giving one testicle a thorough laving, Dee continued. "For the longest time, Johnny kept on staring at my panties and, for some reason, rubbing the front of his pants. I finally got tired of waiting and said, "Johnny, do you want to see my pussy or don't you?"" Hand on hip, she mimicked the demand. "That's when he started to unzip his pants."

"What for?"

"That's what I wanted to know," Dee replied matter-of-factly. "He said he was just getting ready for showing me his dick. I asked him what a dick was, but he said he wasn't going to tell me until he saw my pussy."

"That was fair, Dee, you did agree to it," Daddy pointed out.

"I know, Daddy." She cupped the saliva-soaked sacs and ran her tongue up and down his shaft. "But that Johnny is so silly," she said with a giggle. "He forgot I couldn't hold my skirt up and pull my panties down all at the same time. I had to remind him."

"Clever girl! Did Johnny solve the problem?"

"Aha, he pulled my panties down himself." Dee giggled again. "But, Daddy, the whole time, his breath kept tickling my pussy and making me laugh."

"Did that make him mad?"

She grew thoughtful. "I don't think so, cause he just kept on smiling."

"Did he show you his dick then?"

"Nope!" Dee said, frowning. Then she made Daddy wait with another bout of leisurely licking before explaining. "He said he couldn't really see my pussy with me standing. That's why I had to sit on the chair and spread my legs for him. But you know what, Daddy, I think Johnny needs glasses."

"Why do you say that?"

"Cause no matter how much I spreaded, he still couldn't see, and wanted me to open wider."

Daddy cleared his throat and sat forward. "Why don't you show Daddy just how wide you had...spreaded."

Dee released him and plonked to the floor. When she hiked her skirt out of the way, Daddy's eyes widened, scandalized. "Dee, don't tell me you went to school without panties."

"I wore them, Daddy. Honest."

"Then why aren't you wearing any now?"

"Um..." She glanced around the room, stalling. "I don't have them."

"Who does?"

"The p'incipal."

Daddy shook his head, then contemplated. "I suppose if the principal has them, there must be good reason."

"There is, Daddy," Dee confirmed, nodding. But when she launched into an explanation, he interrupted.

"Why don't we wait till you get to that part. Go ahead and show Daddy how wide."

"This wide," she said, parting her legs thirty-five degrees.

"Now see, honey, you can't blame Johnny," Daddy said wisely. "Do you remember when Daddy showed you your pussy in front of the mirror? Remember how wide you had to open?"

"O' yeah." Recalling the lesson with a smile, she pushed her legs farther out. "Like this, Daddy?"

"Wider, honey. Bend your knees."

Adjusting her hips, Dee pulled her legs in and spread to her capacity.

"There, that's how wide it should be." Daddy licked his lips with his eyes transfixed on her gaping vagina, then gave himself a deliberate shake. "Go on with your story, Dee." But as she made to re-rise, he stayed her. "No, sweetie, Daddy wants to look at your pussy while he listens for a while."

Dee sighed, then leaned back on her hands and forged ahead. "Daddy, I must like Johnny an awful lot, cause the whole time he was looking at my pussy, it just kept getting wetter and wetter."

"That's what good pussies do, honey. Is that when he showed you his dick?"

"Aha, but not until I told him I would leave if he didn't." Thoughtfully, she added, "But I think he had just forgotted about it."

"I can see how that could happen."

"He told me to close my eyes real tight and count to ten. When I opened them, he was standing there with his penis sticking out of his pants. He must've tended to it when my eyes were closed, Daddy, cause it was already big."

"No, honey, penises do that sometimes."

"You mean without tending?"

"Yes." When Dee's expression remained confused, Daddy elaborated. "See how your pussy is wetting now? Daddy is not playing with it, is he?"

Dee glanced down and giggled. "Oh, yeah. That's cause I love you so much, huh, Daddy?" Then mulling this information over, she smiled with dawning comprehension. "Does that mean Johnny likes me too?"

"Yes, it does."

"O' goody," she squealed delighted. Then she grew pensive again. "But, Daddy, sometimes my pussy gets wet when no one I like is there."

"That's called being horny. It happens when your pussy needs a penis. It gets wet by itself to let you know."

"Horny, Daddy? Is that why it hurts sometimes, cause it wants a penis real bad?"

"Yes, sweetie. When it doesn't get one, it gets frustrated and starts to hurt. What do you do when that happens?"

Embarrassed, Dee looked away.

"Honey, you know you have to tell Daddy."

"I play with it till I get the fuzzy," she murmured. "Otherwise the hurt doesn't go away."

"Well, sweetie, it's the same for a boy. His penis gets big to let him know it needs a pussy."

"Does it get fustated and hurt too?"

"O' yes. And it doesn't go away until it gets to cream."

"I didn't know that," Dee said wide-eyed. "Pooooor Johnny."

"Yes, poor Johnny. Sweetheart, Daddy needs you to lick his penis again now."

With Dee taking the matter back into her delicate little hand, Daddy enjoyed a lengthy moan, then asked, "What happened after Johnny showed you his penis?"

"I got mad. Cause he still hadn't showeded me his dick. But he pointed to his penis and said that that was it. I told him he was wrong cause that was his penis. He said they call it a dick too." Dee gave Daddy's cock-head a heated tongue-lashing, then raised searching eyes. "Is that true, Daddy?"

"It's true. There are other names too. Daddy will teach them all to you later."

"Then can I call it a dick sometimes?"

"Yes, dear, you can. Did you like Johnny's dick?"

Dee sighed. "It wasn't as big as yours."

"You didn't tell him that, did you?" Daddy looked alarmed.

"I did," she replied defiantly.

"Sweetheart, you never tell a boy his penis isn't big enough."

Contrite, Dee murmured, "Yes, Daddy."

"What did Johnny say?"

Before replying, she tightened her hold and devoted a moment to Daddy's shaft. "He said it would get bigger if I touched it. But I didn't believe him, so I rubbed it to see for myself."

"Good girl. Did it get bigger?"

She shrugged. "A little. He said for it to get real big, I had to lick it too."

"Did you believe that?"

"No, Daddy, I'm not stupid."

"How did you lick it?"

"The way I lick to thank you."

"Show Daddy exactly how."

With the edict, Dee moistened her lips and embarked on a precise execution of the tribute. "I started with his balls. Like this." Soft fleshy tongue lapped at Daddy's testicles, drenching them with saliva. Then she gave the inflated glands a few playful bounces and continued. "Then I licked the pole part, up and down. Like this, Daddy."

"Did you make sure you covered every inch?"

Dee halted. Indignant with the implication her performance may have fallen short, she haughtily replied, "Course, Daddy!"

"Dee!" Daddy barked, suddenly outraged.

"Oops!"

"You know better, young lady; never, ever, do you stop like that when attending a penis."

Dee bowed her head. "I sorry, Daddy, I forgot."

"All right, dear," he graciously relented after a moment's hesitation. "But Daddy is going to have to punish you another extra for that. You will apologize properly then."

"Yes, Daddy." She sounded resigned, but perked up quickly. "Then I licked the head just like you taught me, round and round." Her slippery tongue began at the rim, closing in on the tiny slit with circle after slow circle. By the time she swept the tangy-tasting seepage into her mouth and brought the show-and-tell to conclusion, Daddy had well and long been lost in euphoria.

Eyes fluttering open, he exhaled a sigh of pleasure. "You did exactly right, sweetheart. Now Johnny knows what a good little dick licker you are."

"But, Daddy," Dee said with disappointment, "it still didn't get as big as yours. Then I 'membered how yours gets the biggest when I suck on it."

"Good thinking, Dee. Did you suck on Johnny's dick?"

"Not really. Just as I put it in my mouth, the door flew open and the p'incipal burst in."

Daddy's eyebrows shot up. "Oh, Dee, what did he do?"

"I don't know why, but he got very u'set. He made Johnny put his dick back in his pants and leave."

"What about you?"

Dee conscientiously stopped for another licking before continuing. "He took my panties and sniffed them. He said he can tell how bad a little girl has been by smelling her panties."

"That's true."

"But you never smell my panties."

"Daddy has a little secret, sweetie. He smells them every night after you put them in the hamper. In case you forget to tell him that you've been bad. You wouldn't want to go unpunished, would you?"

"O' no, Daddy, I wouldn't. Should I do another thank you now?"

"Maybe later."

Displaying a mild disappointment, Dee continued with her tale. "The worst part, Daddy, is that I still don't know how big Johnny's dick would've gotted."

"Maybe he'll be nice enough to give you another chance."

"You think?"

"What did the principal do then?"

"He made me stay on the chair and keep my legs wide open. He kept pointing at my pussy and telling me what a bad girl I was. I told him I had my Daddy's pe'mission to play with Johnny, but he said he didn't want to dissuss it until after he punished me."

"And how was that?"

"He made me bend over the chair, and hold the seat with one hand and my skirt up with the other while he spanked me. I had to keep my legs real straight for him too, so he could spank me hard enough."

"Sweetie, you know your bum has to turn that pretty red color Daddy likes so much."

"I know, but it took him forever, cause he kept missing and spanking my pussy instead."

"Well, honey, in that position, that's easy to do. Daddy will show you some time. Right now, he needs you to attend to his penis again."

Daddy tolerated the expert tongue caressing with a steady stream of deep murmurs, but not for long. "That feels too good, sweetie, I think you better tell Daddy what happened next."

"I almost told him he wasn't spanking my bum right, but then I 'membered he's the p'incipal, so he couldn't be wrong. It's a good thing I 'membered, huh, Daddy? Or he would've thought I'm a real dummy."

"A very good thing."

"After he finally finished, I had to stay like that so he could look at my pussy. He was very pleased with it, and wanted to know if it always gets so wet after a spanking."

"Cup Daddy's balls, baby," Daddy requested when Dee took a moment to attend to her oral duty. "That's good."

"I essplained," she continued breathlessly, "how a good spanking is the best way to make my pussy wet enough. But, Daddy, I think the p'incipal was testing me, cause then he asked, "Wet enough for what?"

"What did you answer?"

"Why, for my Daddy to stick his penis in it, course."

Daddy's eyebrows arched.

"He said he can tell my Daddy loves me very much and knows what's best for me. But, Daddy, how come the p'incipal was panting so hard?"

"Punishing you made him horny, honey. You remember, that new word Daddy taught you."

"But you don't pant like that when you spank me."

"That's because Daddy keeps stopping to let you apologize. See, honey, sucking on his penis helps him breathe easier."

"Oh," Dee uttered, looking rather confused.

"Sweetheart, when a horny penis doesn't get attended to, and gets too frustrated, it makes it hard to breathe. Now do you understand?"

"Um...I think so."

"Good. What happened next?"

"Daddy, how did the p'incipal know my pussy has a fuzzy whenever you put your penis in it? He called the fuzzy a different name. I can't 'member what."

"Honey, he's the principal, he knows everything."

"Ohhh." Dee looked illuminated. "He said Daddies like pussies that have a fuzzy when their penis is in it. That's why I have a good pussy. I got worried though, cause it only does it when you play with my little button, but he said that was perfe'tly asseptable."

"It certainly is."

"Then he asked if I knew why it's impo'tant for my Daddy to cream lots. I said cause I can only be as good a girl as my Daddy creams."

"Oh, sweetheart, Daddy's so proud of you for remembering the right answer."

"But the p'incipal got mad at me. He said it's o'vious I don't make my Daddy cream enough cause I'm always in trouble. So he gave me an assi'ment."

"What assignment?"

Dee hesitated.

"Sweetie, Daddy is waiting."

Avoiding eye contact, she said, "I have to be bad on pu'pose so you can punish me. He said that would make you cream more."

"Your principal is a very wise man."

Dee looked up startled. "You mean you don't mind?"

"Why would Daddy mind?"

"Cause he said punishing and making cream are hard work. I thought you might get mad at me."

"Honey, Daddy never really gets mad at you. Even when he punishes you, it's only because you need discipline."

"Oh. I forgot again."

"Was there anything else?"

"He said I should always thank my Daddy for everything he does for me, especially punishing me. You know, cause it's such hard work."

"Not just Daddy, sweetheart. Don't forget, the penis rules apply to any penis that has his permission to play with you."

Dee acknowledged his interjection with a nod and continued. "I told him I do thank my Daddy for everything. That that's why I lick his penis all the time so I don't assidentally forget. He said it would be better if I suck it. I essplained that that's how I 'pologize--I suck on my Daddy's penis to say I'm sorry. He thought that was an essellent way to 'pologize."

"Yes, an excellent way," Daddy echoed.

"Then he said he wasn't sure my pussy was wet enough from the spanking for my Daddy's penis. I told him it was, but he wouldn't believe me."

"Did he look again?"

"Not just look, Daddy, he stuck his finger in it too. I told him I'm not supposed to let boys play with my pussy without my Daddy's pe'mission. But he said it was okay for him to play with it, cause he's not a boy, he's a man. I felt real silly for not 'membering that. Do you think he'll be mad at me, Daddy?" Tilting her head, Dee twirled one pigtail with her finger thoughtfully.

"No, I don't think so, but you forgot something else too."

"What?" She looked befuddled.

"As your principal, he can do whatever he thinks is right with you. Daddy explained that to you before."

"Guess I forgot again. I sorry I never 'member anything, Daddy," she said, deflated.

"Oh, sweetie, Daddy loves you just as you are. Specially that you forget things." He sent her a meaningful glance that made her giggle. "So, did the principal think you were wet enough?"

"He still couldn't tell. He said he had no choice but to taste my pussy. So he knelt down behind me and started licking. But for some reason, he just wasn't able to tell, and had to lick and lick. After a while, all that licking made me need the fuzzy real bad. But he wouldn't let me have one, as part of my punishment. Then it got much worser, cause he still couldn't tell and was forced to stick his tongue way inside my pussy. He said I had to push back real hard to help him get it in far enough. By then, Daddy, I needed the fuzzy so bad, it hurt." Dee stopped to catch her breath before continuing. "He did give me pe'mission to bend my knees, but said if I moved out of position, he was going to spank me all over again."

"Were you able to stay?"

"Yes, but the more he tasted, the harder it got to cossetrate on keeping my legs together. Only thing that helped a little was rubbing my bum against his face while he licked. Honest, Daddy, I thought he was never going to stop."

"These things take time, sweetheart. It was very nice of the principal to put so much effort into your discipline. Did he think your pussy was wet enough?"

"He said it was wet enough for my Daddy to stick his penis in only once. And as bad as I had been, that was not enough. He said I'd have to do lots of 'pologizing tonight if I want to be a good girl again. Daddy, please, I don't want to stay bad."

"Honey, Daddy will do everything he can to make you good."

"But what if I can't make you cream enough?"

"Then he'll just have to keep punishing you. That always makes Daddy cream."

"Thank you, Daddy, that makes me feel much better." And to express her gratitude, she gifted him with another hearty licking.

"Daddy, did you know the p'incipal has a little girl too? But she isn't as bad as me, and he doesn't have to cream as much. That's why he has to pra'tice, so he doesn't forget how. He said today was his pra'tice day. And since I need all the cream I can get, he would pra'tice on me."

"Wasn't that nice."

"I think he was trying to help you too, so you wouldn't have to work so hard tonight."

"I'm sure he was. Tell Daddy about this practice."

"First I had to kneel on the floor in front of him and unbutton my blouse."

"I hope you were wearing your bra," Daddy interrupted.

"No, I forgot again," Dee admitted, her voice waning.

"Dee, your titties are much too big for you to go to school without a bra."

"I sorry, Daddy."

"I know you are, baby, but that's going to have to cost you another extra," he said, hopelessly. "Now show Daddy those big titties, like you showed them to the principal." When she did, he reached out and jiggled one. "Did he play with them?"

"No, he just went ahead and dropped his pants. And he wasn't wearing any unnerwears. Daddy, his penis was sooo big. I guess that's cause he was...um," she paused to remember. "O' yeah, horny."

"See how punishing you made him need to cream?"

"Really, Daddy?" Dee looked up with a smug smile, then planted a smacking kiss on the swollen dome.

"Honey, Daddy's ready for you to do some apologizing now."

"Are you going to spank me?" she asked eagerly.

"No, sweetie, not until you finish your story. But you made Daddy's balls fill up too quickly and he can't wait that long. That's why you're going to have to unload them for him now with an apology."

"Am I going to get punished another esstra for that one too, Daddy?"

"What do you think, dear?" He gave her a dismissive pat on the head. "Now listen carefully, Dee--Daddy has a special instruction for you. When the cream comes, he wants you to let it all run out of your mouth."

"But shouldn't I be eating it?"

"You will, I promise. But can you do that for Daddy?"

She nodded anxiously.

"Good. And, sweetie, don't forget where you left off."

"I won't." Holding the granite erection in her fist, Dee looked ready to pounce. "Now, Daddy?"

"Now. Ha," he sucked in when she swallowed half the length on the first try and another two inches on the second. "What, baby, you hungry for Daddy?"

"Mmmmm." Mouth full, her hand pumped rhythmically.

"Then eat him up."

Dee sucked deeply, lovingly. Her head bobbed faster and faster.

"Yes, Daddy has to make you work for your cream. Such a bad girl." One hand on her head, he watched and reveled in her performance. "That's right, you apologize to your Daddy."

A muffled grunt of frustration rose as Dee sucked and slobbered with increased ardor.

"Are you real sorry, baby?" Daddy's speech was quickly growing labored. "Looks like you need one of Daddy's special punishments tonight."

Dee's small whimper confirmed the prognosis.

"Is that right, sweetie? You need Daddy to hurt you? You want to cry for him...when he's sticking...his big...penis...in your tight, little...bum?"

Instead of apprehension, Dee's response was an exhilarated sharp intake of breath, which then spun into a melodic whimper of anticipation.

"All right, baby...Daddy's ready to accept now..." His lids fluttered shut and he threw his head back ecstatically. "...Accept...apology. Ahhh, there..."

In her excitement, Dee's rear rose higher and gyrated more emphatically. "Em...em," she puffed, cum slithering through her rosy lips.

"On your face," Daddy whispered in the midst of frenzy.

With her mouth parted, dollops of fresh white sperm ran down Dee's chin while she obediently rubbed the sputtering cock against her skin.

"There...Daddy's creaming good...for his baby." Expelling more hot semen against her soft cheek, he murmured, "Yes...he has to cream, he has to make her a good girl."

"Did I do right, Daddy?" Dee asked, having ensured his complete drainage.

His tensed body relaxed visibly. "You did very right. No, honey," he objected when she raised her shirttail, "Daddy wants to see his cream on your face. It makes you look even prettier."

For the compliment, Dee rewarded him with a beatific smile.

"Now then, where were we?"

"Where the p'incipal was getting ready to pra'tice. See, Daddy, I didn't forget," she added proudly.

"Good girl." Sated for the moment, Daddy closed his eyes. "Make sure you've eaten all your cream by the time you finish, Dee."

"I will." She quickly licked a runny drop off the back of her hand, then urgently lapped for the bulk before Daddy's inevitable wilting.

"The p'incipal said..." Dee dabbed the corner of her mouth with a finger and licked it. "I had to watch his penis very closely while he pra'ticed."

"Did he make you play with it?"

"No, but he asked if I liked it."

"Jesus, Dee," Daddy's eyes popped open, "I hope you didn't tell him his was too small too."

"Course not! I already said his penis was very big. And I mean very big, Daddy."

Daddy couldn't hold back a chuckle.

"Then he started pumping with his hand; you know, like you do sometimes. I had to hold my titties together for him, cause he wanted to make sure he got plenty on both of them when he creamed. It didn't take him at all long, Daddy. He made a real mess too. But I didn't mind, cause it was all hot and gooey, just like yours."

"He must've gotten very horny punishing you."

"I think so too. When he was finished, he rubbed the cream into my titties with his penis and made it all gone. He said that way I might make it home before I get into any more trouble."

"Did you thank him?"

"No, Daddy," she answered, distressed by her negligence.

"Shame on you, Dee. Tomorrow, I want you to thank him properly."

"You mean the way I thank you?"

"Yes, he was very good to you, wasn't he?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Go on."

"He said I was bad cause I went into the room with Johnny alone. He said if I go in there in his abse'ce again, you and he will have to punish me together, cause I'll need to be punished a lot harder."

"Then you better not forget."

Dee swirled her tongue and deftly captured another sliding drop of goo off Daddy's hanging pouch. "I won't, I promise. But why?"

"Well, honey, you still have a lot to learn. That's why you go to school. He wants to make sure you get it right."

"Daddy, I want to do everything that makes your penis happy right." She flashed him a brilliant smile.

"You already do, baby. You already do." Daddy's voice trailed as he stroked her head.

"Oh, I almost forgot." She paused for another collection. "The p'incipal wants to see me and Johnny in his office tomorrow. He's going to smell my panties and compare them to the ones I wore today when I was bad. That's why he kept them. I have to show him my bum too. If it doesn't look punished enough, he'll have to punish me some more."

"Daddy will do his best, sweetie, but you were very, very bad. Don't be surprised if the principal is not satisfied with your bum tomorrow."

"I unnerstand," Dee said with a pout.

"Just don't forget your manners. Daddy expects you to first thank the principal, then apologize for not having done so when you should have. And, Dee, you owe Johnny an apology too."

"Johnny?"

"Are you forgetting that his dick was still horny for you when he left that room?"

Dee shook her head slowly. "No, Daddy, but that wasn't my fault."

"Doesn't matter, sweetie. What's the rule?"

"When your penis needs tending, it's my responsibility to tend to it and make it feel good."

"And even if you haven't been here to attend to it, you've still had to apologize and be punished, haven't you?"

Dee nodded agreeably, then asked, "Does that mean Johnny gets to punish me too?"

"It's his right, sweetie."

Gleam crossed calculating blue eyes before swollen lips rounded to pronounce a soft, "Oh."

"Tomorrow, Dee, you're to make up to them both. If Daddy finds out either of their dicks was not completely happy, he will invite them over and we will all punish you. You do want Daddy to be proud of you, don't you?"

"Yes, Daddy, course," she murmured.

"Remember, honey, it's better to thank and apologize too much than not enough. Now, have you finished eating all the cream Daddy made for you?"

With a final prudent lick, Dee nodded.

"Did you forget to tell him anything else?"

"I don't think so."

"Then it's time for your punishment."

"Daddy?"

"What, sweetheart?"

"You're the best Daddy in the whole wide world."

Daddy met her love-filled eyes with his own. "And you're the best wife any man can ask for, Dee." Stepping out of character, he lifted her chin with his finger. The sweet kiss he brushed against her lips was nothing but a frank reflection of his emotions.

"All right, hon, go get your things."

Dee sighed contentedly, then asked, "Should I take off everything?"

"You may keep your shoes and socks on."

As she hurried across the room, Daddy called out, "You better get Daddy's leather belt too, he did promise to make you cry."

Dee returned wearing only her knee socks and shoes as instructed. The small bag she placed next to Daddy's feet along with the belt contained a hand towel, a jar of Vaseline, and a slim butt plug.

When Daddy nestled lower in the seat, Dee stepped between his sprawled legs. Then she lowered herself over his thigh and laid her chest on the couch.

"Do you remember all the rules?" Daddy asked, rubbing her creamy upturned bottom.

"Aha."

Suddenly disgruntled, he ordered, "Higher, Dee, Daddy shouldn't have to reach too far to spank you."

Carefully, she inched forward until her back arched deeper and her feet left the floor.

"That's better. Don't forget Daddy's penis."

Dee squeezed her hand between them and took a firm hold.

"Are you ready, sweetheart?"

"Yes, Daddy."

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Air Force
by Kristen

Kriste was jarred awake, and fear paralyzed her as she felt invisible hands groping, pulling and pinching at her flesh. Her mind spun in a haze of shock and disbelief as she gradually realized what was happening. She was being punished!

It was the dreaded "hazing of the unpopular, and it was unbelievable that her classmates were actually inflicting it on her. She could hear urgent whispering by men around her bed, and felt hands groping at her breasts and pinching her nipples. Someone was fondling her crotch; there was a hand over her mouth; and more hands were holding her arms and legs immobile.

It seemed to go on forever; Kriste twisted and squirmed, trying vainly to fight off her tor- mentors. When someone forced his fingers inside her vagina, pushing them in deep, she couldn't hold back any longer.

A strangled sound came from her throat, and she began to sob uncontrollably. The cadets who'd been molesting her realized that they'd done enough, and quickly dispersed to their own dorm rooms, leaving the young woman huddled in a ball, sobbing quietly.

Her humiliation was complete. How could she face them in the morning? How could she go on after this?



She had been so proud, so excited, when the letter with the congressional letterhead arrived, in- forming her that she'd been nominated to attend the Air Force Academy. She was on cloud nine for the whole last semester of her freshman year at junior college.

Having planned and worked toward such a moment ever since her sophomore year in high school, actually to be accepted had been a pinnacle of achievement.

Kriste arrived in Colorado Springs all by herself, and though she tried to make herself agreeable the obvious fact that many of the male cadets resented her presence had thrown cold water on her enthusiasm. They had continually harassed both her and her roommate, Darleen, the only female cadet at the academy during that winter term.

The pressure placed on them had been almost over- whelming, but Kriste remained positive, and was determined to succeed, no matter what. Moreover, she intended it to be on merit, and not by following the path Darleen had taken.



She looked over at Darleen's empty bed and wondered if she was fucking the group captain again. If Darleen had been in their room as she was supposed to be, the attack to which Kriste had just been subjected to would probably not have happened. Her thoughts were bitter as she rocked back and forth, still sobbing, unable to control the feelings of loneliness washing over her.

Slowly her sobs reduced to the occasional sniff, and a determined expression transformed her pretty face. Her thoughts turned towards home, to school friends, and she was swept by longing for friends and family.

Kriste glanced at her roommate's empty bed again and thought grimly: 'I'd rather die than follow Darleen's example. I'll just have to take it.'

She understood why her roommate had taken the group captain as a lover. It had stopped the other men on base from hitting on her, whereas Kriste had to continually fend off such advances. She thought bitterly: 'I just want to become a combat pilot, not to date the whole damn squadron! Why can't they give me a little respect? What's wrong with me, anyway? Why don't they like me?'

What she'd experienced only moments ago was pro- bably retaliation for the continual rejection by her of advances made by the male classmates. Some of the guys in her training platoon obviously thought it a great joke to hit on her. At first she used to explain to them why she thought it wasn't a good idea to be romantically involved. When that didn't work, she had become more blunt. She knew that they called her a "lezbo", and "the ice queen", behind her back, but she tried to ignore it. After all, she had a goal, and she didn't want anything or anybody getting in the way.

Kriste shivered when she thought that this same "lesson" might well be "taught" her again. She hadn't had that much experience with boys in high school, most of her extra time being taken up with ROTC activities and a rigorous exercise and training schedule after school. She wanted to be fully prepared if she ever got the chance to become an Air Force combat pilot. She wanted to be the best there ever was, to do something special with her life.

The realization that this nocturnal incident had been the first time she'd ever had her body touched by a man made her cry again. Her dreams were of a knight in shining armor, not a bunch of grubby unseen hands grabbing and pulling at her. It hadn't been anything close to proper sex, not at all like the stories her girlfriends used to tell each other about their own experiences with boys.

Kriste had never had any stories to tell, but her friends admired her anyway for what she was trying to accomplish. Moreover, becoming popular at school had always come easily to her. Here at the academy, though, things were different.

Her blonde, peaches-and-cream good looks were almost a liability. For the first time in her life Kriste wished she had been born a man, or even an ugly woman; then maybe they'd just leave her alone to pursue her dream unmolested.

She lay restless in her bunk, unable to sleep. Dawn had begun to show its cold light through the bar- racks window when she heard her roommate stumble over something as she made her way into their room.

"Krissy, you awake?" asked Darleen.

Kriste considered pretending to be asleep, not wanting to talk just then. She was still mad at Darleen for breaking the rules, thus leaving her vulnerable to last night's attack. She realized, however, that Darleen would persist until she was answered - it was her way.

She put on a sarcastic tone of voice: "Yes, Dar, I'm awake. Did you and Ron have fun last night?"

Darleen sat down on her own bunk and pulled her T-shirt over her head, carelessly exposing her breasts to anyone who might be passing the half- open door. She'd obviously come straight from her lover; her nipples were swollen and pink, as if someone had been sucking them.

Kriste felt a stirring deep in the pit of her stomach as she thought about what her roommate must have been doing all night.

Darleen noticed her stare, and smiled complacently. "Yeah, he was up to it all right. And how did you enjoy your evening?"

The bitch! So she knew what had happened last night! Had she known before, or only afterwards? "I didn't sleep all that well. And if you're referring to what some of our fellow cadets did to me last night, I just want to say: thanks for warning me."

Darleen felt a little sorry that she'd treated the matter as a joke, but she hated not being as strong as Kriste, and it made her feel a little better about herself to have her roommate taken down a peg or two.

"I'm sorry, Krissy; I didn't know it was going to happen, honest! I just heard about it a few minutes ago as I was going down the hall. All the guys were talking about it, and David told several of them how stupid they were, and that you could make a complaint against them. I heard him say he wouldn't blame you if you did."

Kriste had no intention of making a formal complaint, but as the day wore on, and sly looks from some of the men in her training platoon made her re-live last night's humiliation, she realized that she'd have to do something.

That evening she requested an interview with one of the base counselors for morning sick-call.



Making it through the night without incident, Kriste showed up in front of Lt. Beal's office for her 7am appointment. The young woman hadn't pre- viously taken advantage of any medical services, and wasn't too happy about doing so now, but she felt she had to talk to someone other than Darleen about her fears and anxieties.

Lt. Beal turned to be an old war horse with over twenty five years in the Air Force. Kriste was disappointed when she realize that she would get no sympathy there. Lt. Beal's solution was a simple one.

"Girl, you sound a little uptight to me. When I was you're age, I'd have paid to get a bunch of hand- some cadets to feel me up. I suggest you consider making some lucky young man a little gift of that virginity of yours. Have some good sex, and you'll be right as rain."

Walking to Logistics class, the phrase "make some young man a gift of that virginity of yours" kept running through Kriste's head. At nineteen, she hadn't yet had any kind of sex with another person. Could she herself be the problem? Was she the one who was strange? Might she have brought the events of the other night on herself by being so uptight about sex? The question preyed on her mind all day.

She knew what she'd wanted, and boys weren't part of it. But now, on the threshold of realizing everything she'd worked for so long, it was turning out to be a disaster. None of her classmates liked her and she couldn't make any friends. Maybe she was going about it the wrong way.

As Kriste sat alone at dinner that evening, a distracted look on her face, a young cadet came and sat beside her.

"Mind if I sit here, sweety?"

Normally Kriste would have said something like: "Hey, don't call me sweety. I have a name, you know!" Now, however, she just looked at him and smiled wanly. He was John Davenport, the guy with the rich family from Boston. Kriste had never really liked him; to her he seemed just a loud- mouth. During actual flight training she'd per- formed much better than him, and he'd been less than gracious about it.

On an impulse she said: "Would you like to go out with me tonight?"

Johnny, for once, didn't have any smart comeback. For an awkward moment he just sat there with his mouth open. But at last he recovered his composure. "Sure, honey, I'd like that just fine. But what made you change your mind about dating?"

Kriste took a deep breath and said, in a determined voice: "I've decided to have sex with a man, and you're it. So how about it?" She felt so nervous that she almost fainted; the decision to offer herself to a classmate had taken all her courage. She'd ignored sex all her life, but here she was, effectively asking a man to fuck her. Her heart was pounding as she waited for his reply.

As for Johnny Davenport, he was almost speechless, stuttering: "S.se.sex.? With me? I don't get it?"

Kriste stood up, dinner tray in hand, and said in a voice that she hoped sounded inviting: "You'll 'get it' all right tonight, I promise you. But do me a favor and keep it secret, will you?" She looked at the young man until, as if awakening from a trance, he came to life and said: "Ah... sure, sweety. I promise... our little secret..."

Kriste stood for a moment longer looking down at him, then turned to go, saying over her shoulder: "I'll meet you in town at the Blue Bird. Why don't you get a room for us."



Kriste hurried back to her dorm room, a vicious case of butterflies beating around in her stomach.

Darleen was dressing for that night's date. "You meeting Ron in town tonight, Darleen?"

Her roommate grinned and nodded. She was pulling on one of her short skirts, which barely covered her bottom. Kriste wondered how she could sit without making a show of herself; then she thought: 'But that's probably the idea.'

Returning to the question she really wanted to ask, Kriste said: "Would you mind dropping me off in town?"

Darleen shot her one of her 'Darleen' looks. "What, at the library?" She was being sarcastic, but Kriste didn't notice. She was so nervous and con- fused that she actually said: "No, I'm meeting Johnny at the Blue Bird, and I just need a ride, that's all."

Darleen turned to look at her roommate. "You're what? You and Johnny? Oh man, now I've heard every- thing. Why'd you pick a jerk like that to go out with?"

Kriste looked hurt for a moment, but then, trying to sound confident, she said: "I'm not marrying the man. I just need to lose my cherry, and I think he'll do."

Her roommate must have thought of something funny, because she laughed. However, she agreed to drop Kriste off at the motel.



It was after eight when Darleen left Kriste in the motel parking lot. At the last moment, Darleen, feeling some concern for her roommate, said: "Do you want to ask me about anything? Should I come back in an hour to see if you need a ride back to base?"

But Kriste had already steeled herself for the coming event, and just wanted to get it over with. She found her friend's questions distracting because they required her to think, and she didn't want to think right then. She replied: "No thanks Dar. I'm okay, but thanks, anyway." She squeezed her roommate's hand as she exited the car.

Darleen watched her Levi-clad friend walk toward the motel office. 'That bastard Johnny better appreciate what he's getting tonight,' she thought, while guessing that he probably wouldn't.



After inquiring at the front desk and getting a leering once-over from the clerk, Kriste headed for Johnny's room. She was determined to go through with this. As always, once she'd made up her mind, she was carrying her decision through to the end.

Kriste knocked on the door, feeling her heart thumping in her chest and her pulse throbing in her throat.

When the door opened, she saw a messy bed, the covers thrown on the floor, and heard the TV blaring. Johnny stood looking at her, wearing just his underwear.

He was obviously trying to shock her, to make her nervous, so she said lightly: "Embarrassed about size, are you? Is that why you've kept your undies on?" She smiled at his blank look before pushing past him to the bathroom.

Hearing the outer door close, Kriste leaned with both hands on the small bathroom sink and looked at her reflection in the mirror. She wondered what she was doing here. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Johnny, now sans underwear, standing in the doorway.

Kriste didn't move, but slowly raised her eyes to look at his reflection. She'd never seen an erect penis before, and though she knew, in theory, about the workings of what was between a man's legs, she was still surprised at the thing itself.

Johnny's organ was fully hard, and pointing out and up. For a moment she was afraid that he could be too big to fit inside her - she hadn't realized that men grew to that size. Kriste put on a brave face and turned to face him.

She said: "Well, shall we get it done?"

The young man looked admiringly at Kriste, thinking how pretty she was, with her straight blonde hair framing a pretty tan face; her wide-set blue eyes and full lips had long attracted him. And now he was going to fuck this babe! The prospect sent an erotic thrill through his body.

They stood in silence facing each other. Kriste's eyes were locked on Johnny's pulsing erection.

Soon he felt a little self-conscious, so he exclaimed: "Hey, sweety, we can't do it with your clothes on, now can we?"

She was startled for a moment, then quickly began to strip off her clothes. She was like someone about to go skinny dipping in winter, wanting to get over the initial shock of diving into the cold water.

Johnny didn't care that she looked nervous; he just wanted to ravish her body. He couldn't understand why she'd put the moves on him; he'd tried so many times he'd virtually given up. That's why he'd instigated the recent nocturnal call on her. And boy... ummm... her tight little pussy had felt so good, a little piece of heaven. He could still feel her pussy lips around his fingers. And her smell... he'd fallen asleep in his bunk with his fingers in his mouth.

Kriste had already undone her pants and stepped out of them. She was pulling her T-shirt over her head when Johnny decided he couldn't wait any longer. He grabbed the surprised woman around the waist and pushed her onto the messy bed. Her arms were still above her head, with the T-shirt obstructing her view, so she cried out for him to wait, but Johnny wasn't listening. He wanted to fuck her, and he was ready.

As Kriste continued struggling with her T-shirt, while lying on her back on the bed, Johnny parted her thrashing legs and pushed his swollen cock into her. He pulled out slowly, then pushed back in again, but fast this time, fast and hard.

Kriste's maidenhead at first resisted his entry, but then gave way all at once and he pushed in as deep as he could go. His head was spinning, the sen- sations momentarily over-powering him. She was so tight! It felt like a living glove on his straining cock. He could feel the beat of her heart, pulsing through the warm walls of her cunt and throbbing around his organ. It was like nothing he'd ever experienced, and he was loving it.

Kriste stopped struggling with the tangled T-shirt when she felt Johnny begin to enter her. Though the sound was slightly muffled by the shirt over her face, she could hear him grunting in his effort to effect a deep entry. She felt herself being stretched... more, and more. It started to hurt, and still she was pushed even further.

Lying with her hands above her head and her legs dangling over the edge of the bed, with a man hunched over her thrusting his bloated organ into her exposed cunt, Kriste didn't know quite how to react. Though she hadn't known what to expect, she'd never imagined anything like this. She cried out through gritted teeth when the long, thick shaft was pushed home, all the way into her. The pain was intense, but her cry didn't faze Johnny.

Now that he had reached his goal he pumped away happily, bouncing the young woman's body underneath his own.

Kriste's body was young and strong, and it soon recovered from the initial shock. Her strong, shapely legs began flexing with each thrust, but it was uncomfortable for her, the position an awkward one.

Johnny didn't care; he was enjoying feeling Kriste's pussy wrapped around his pumping shaft. He enjoyed it so much, in fact, that he grunted with each thrust, until his body eventually went rigid, trembling on top of Kriste as he pushed hard and deep into her and emptied himself into her.

The only sounds in the room after he slumped on top of the young woman were his gasps for breath.

After a few moments he pulled out and stood up. He sighed and said: "Now that was fun. We'll have to do it again next week; or maybe tomorrow night would be even better." He laughed to himself as he wiped his shrinking member with a towel and began to dress.

Kriste, her T-shirt still wrapped around her face and arms, lay still for a few moments after Johnny pulled out of her. She wasn't really sure what had just happened. She had lost her virginity, hadn't she? The slight pain between her legs suggested it, and the cooling sweat on her chest and stomach seemed to confirm it. Slowly she sat up on the bed and pulled her shirt back down over her breasts. She watched silently as Johnny wiped himself and talked about their next time.

To sum up her impressions, all Kriste could think of was that it had been, well... disappointing. She was kind of numb; everything had happened so fast, and she'd got no pleasure from it. She remembered how her girlfriends had talked lovingly about their men, and about how good they had made them feel.

Meanwhile Kriste was sitting with nothing on but T-shirt and socks, watching her first and only "lover" getting dressed and ready to leave. When Johnny had buttoned his shirt, and was ready to go, he turned to Kriste and said cheerfully: "You can stay in the room as long as you want; I paid for the whole night. And baby, I wanna thank you for a great fuck. I really enjoyed it. Maybe again tomorrow night, huh?"

Without waiting for an answer, he pulled the door open and was gone. Kriste looked blankly at the closed door, feeling nothing except an uncomfortable trickle of sperm flowing from her bruised vagina.

Not quite sure what she was supposed to do now, Kriste continued sitting where she'd been thrown just a few minutes before. The thought formed in her mind: 'Is that all there is to it?' She'd just had sex for the first time, and was now sitting alone on a bed in a cheap motel, leaking on the sheets.

A knock at the door interrupted her reverie. She got up slowly from the bed, wondering why Johnny had returned, and went to the door.

It was David, another classmate. Kriste blushed a deep pink, realizing what she must look like, wearing just a T-shirt in that rumpled room. She grabbed the stained sheet off the bed to cover her lower half, and stammered: "D..David, what're you doing here?"

"Hi Kriste. Forgive me for butting in, but I ran into Darleen at the Coyote Club and she told what you intended doing. I couldn't believe it; I thought I knew you. I've always admired your ability and your drive to succeed, but here you are, crawling in the dirt with a jerk like Johnny Davenport! I had to come over and ask why. What made you do it?"

Kriste invited David into her room, and described the series of events that had brought her to the motel room: the fazing; what Lt. Beal had said; and why she'd chosen Johnny. "I was just following the counselor's advice; Johnny was the first man I met after deciding to get rid of my virginity. I had to see if my problems were because of me, or something else."

"Then why didn't you come to me or, hell, to any half-decent guy? You must have known Davenport is a jerk," David said angrily.

"I didn't realize just how big a jerk he was till tonight, but I didn't want to do it with anyone I liked. I wasn't trying to find a boyfriend; I didn't want to get involved with anyone yet. You can under- stand that, can't you, David?"

"Yes, I can. But tell me, did you enjoy it?" he asked in a gentler voice.

She smiled. "No, it was awful! If sex is usually like that it's a wonder the human race has survived for so long!"

Kriste had somewhat recovered from her ordeal, and was preparing to put it behind her as a bad experience when David stepped closer to her.

"Listen Kriste, I don't want to leave you with just this experience to judge men by. Let me show you what someone who actually cares about you can do. Please."

She looked up at him, her bright blue eyes wide. She realized it probably wasn't prudent to do as he suggested, but Johnny had left her feeling frus- trated, and somehow short-changed. Impulsively, she answered: "OK David, what do you suggest?"

He smiled. "I suggest a hot shower, for both of us. Come on..."

He took the young woman by the hand, and led her into the small bathroom. Still clutching the sheet around her, she waited, wide-eyed. He looked into her blue eyes, which seemed to shimmer under the bathroom's fluorescent light. Then came up close and took the sheet from her grasp before slowly unwinding it from her body. Then he stood back to look at her appraisingly.

She was stunning, standing maybe 5'4" in bare feet, with a lovely body: round breasts, flat stomach, long lean legs, beautiful thighs. He had to close his eyes for a moment or... He wasn't sure what would happen, but she was having a serious effect on him.

Finally he removed her T-shirt, and then, to make her feel less self conscious, quickly stripped off his own clothes. He saw her staring at his tumescent organ, and smiled at her expression.

Kriste said, wonderingly: "I never dreamed I would ever have sex with two different men in one night."

David brought his face close to hers and kissed her. "You'll forget about that first time, provided I do this right." He touched Kriste's right breast with his left hand, fondling and stroking it before bringing to his lips to a nipple.

Kriste marveled at the sensations that his fingers, and then his mouth, were creating on her aroused body. She ran her fingers through his hair as he nuzzled her, kissing and slowly sucking on each nipple in turn. His lips felt more wonderful than anything she'd ever experienced, having never felt anything but her own touch on her breasts before. This was completely different, and much more intense. She loved the way he swirled his tongue around her nipples; it made her knees weak, and gave her a strangely, lovely feeling between her legs. She gave an audible "oooh" of disappointment when David moved away from her to turn on the shower.

When the water was warm, he stepped into the shower stall, and Kriste followed, naked, behind him. She intended to do whatever he wanted, and instinctively knew that he would be very different from Johnny.

The young couple washed each other - slowly and luxuriously - enjoying the sensations created by their soapy hands as they fondled each other. David paid special attention to Kriste's pussy, soaping and massaging it, as if trying to remove every trace of the man who had been there before him.

She, in turn, washed him, spending extra time and effort on his magnificently erect penis. She was thrilled by its size and texture, and by the way it responded whenever she touched it. She nuzzled up against David, holding his warm, wet, soapy erection in her hands, and rubbed it against her stomach.

Cupping his big balls, she began lightly massaging them too. It all felt so wonderfully intimate that she knew that her second time was going to be infinitely better than her first.

After they'd washed each other, and fondled and pressed their bodies together to their hearts' content, reveling in the sensations that wet soapy skin can generate, there was only the drying left. Kriste enjoyed that part too. She stood erect and proud while David lovingly ran a dry towel over her contours. He didn't miss a spot, nook or cranny.

Kriste was just as enthusiastic when drying David's larger, muscular body. She paid special attention to his persistent erection, perhaps somewhat neglecting other, slightly less interesting, parts of his body. She was fascinated by it, and not a little anxious, hoping its stiffness would last long enough to make her feel the way her girlfriends had described them- selves as feeling, back in high school.

She shrieked when David swept her off her feet and carried her over to the disheveled bed. He laid her down and climbed up beside her, immediately bending to take a breast into his mouth.

Kriste felt his tongue playing with the nipple, while his lips, and even his teeth, lightly pulled at it. He began stroking her body, massaging her breasts and petting her smooth thighs. He ran a hand all over her flat stomach, then down between her legs. For an instant her mind flashed back to the previous night, when many hands had invaded her body, and a jolt of fear went through her. Soon, however, the many new sensations being generated in her inexperienced body brought her back to the present. David was so loving and tender; everything he did seemed so natural.

Without any warning, he moved down her body and planted his mouth on her pussy lips. Kriste became afraid again. This was unknown territory for her, and she didn't know what might happen next. She knew about oral sex. No girl could get through nineteen years without hearing quite a lot about it. But that was all hearsay; she had no idea how to respond, or even how it worked.

Her heart pounded fiercely as David parted her pussy lips with his tongue, flitting the tip up and down her long, soft, moist opening. She nearly jumped when he took her clitoris between his lips and began to suck it.

The sensations she had felt between her legs now began to surge through her breasts and tingle in her nipples. It seemed to her that David was transmit- ting sexual signals throughout her body.

It suddenly became all too much for her. What had started as an undefined yearning had suddenly become an urgent need. Kriste had never had a real orgasm before, and so wasn't expecting what she was about to experience.

When David's tongue flicked yet again across her engorged clitoris, a flash went off in her brain. It felt as if, for an instant, her whole body was on fire. Then another flash went off, and another.

The pretty blonde began to jerk and writhe, and then to moan. She cried out: "Ohhh, Davidddd... Oh god, Davidddd... Ohhhh yessss! David..." She was gasping for breath. Not having expected anything like this, she didn't really know what was happening to her. The orgasm was simply swamping her in an ecstasy both physical and emotional.

Finaly David pulled his lips away from Kriste's throbbing mound. She looked down her body and saw his twinkling eyes, his moist chin, the lazy smile on his lips. Fighting to breathe and giggle at the same time, she reached down for her lover, pulling him up her body into a long, languid kiss.

Kriste tasted herself in his mouth, and it made the kiss that much more exciting. Eventually she pulled out of the kiss and looked shyly at David. Blushing slightly, she said: "David, can I...? You know, can I...? Oh, you know, can I?" She began to giggle at her incoherence, but David, of course, knew what she wanted and rolled over on his back, once more revealing his impressive erection, which visibly pulsed in time with his heartbeat.

Kriste squirmed into position, her face close to the engorged penis. She was fascinated by the male sexual organ. With her parted lips poised, she stopped for a moment to gaze once more at this beautiful thing, noting its smooth contours and the mushroom-shaped, wrinkly helmet that crowned the handsome shaft.

She took the shaft in both hands and gently moved the soft skin up and down, finding the whole thing begin to expand even more, to become even stiffer and stronger. The wonderful purple head also became even larger and shinier as she continued her slow pumping movements. She was fascinated to see a crystal-clear drop of fluid appear at the opening at the tip of his smooth organ that was throbbing in her hands. She examined it for a moment longer be- fore tentatively touching it with her small pink tongue.

Satisfied, she licked the head, which made even more fluid ooze out out from the little hole. Kriste was totally absorbed in her game, unaware that David had propped himself up on his elbows and was watching his beautiful young companion play her little sex game. He found it extremely arousing that she was using his cock in such an uninhibited way. He knew it was the first time she had ever seen a man's sex parts up close, and this erotic little show stimulated him so much that he began to worry that he might not be able to put off his come for much longer.

Meanwhile, Kriste continued to toy with David's organ, but she had a little problem. She knew that oral sex occurred when a man did what David had done for her, and that a woman ought to suck the man's penis in return. She was a little worried, though, that she might not do it right. She looked up to ask David to tell her how he wanted it, and was surprised to see him watching at her. She blushed when she realized how her little game must have looked to him, and thought: 'Well, I'll see if I can distract him.' She gave a little giggle, then suddenly began licking David's cock-head faster than before, this time using the whole of her tongue.

She took the whole head into her mouth, gently sucking on it and rolling it around, lapping her tongue around the underside in the little valley that was there. It felt so soft and smooth, and yet hard, in her mouth; so wonderfully male. 'Cock sucking is almost as good as being pussy-sucked,' she thought, giggling to herself and feeling aroused by such a smutty thought. If only she could tell her high school friends about this!

David reached down and grasped Kriste's bobbing head, throwing her off her rhythm. She stopped and looked up, frustration in her bright blue eyes. He said, with a wry smile: "Baby, keep doing that and you'll get a mouthful. I've gotta have you in a more traditional way the first time if it's okay with you." He smiled again. "You've made me so horny, I've gotta come inside you the old fasioned way."

He pulled her smaller body up on top of his, posi- tioning her pelvis just by his balls. "Now raise up and take me into you at your own pace, I don't want to hurt you."

Kriste looked at David's erect penis with a momentary apprehension, worried that he might be too big for her.

Her pretty face a mask of determination, she placed one leg on either side of his waist and got up onto her knees. Leaning on one arm, she took hold of his rigid tool with the other and placed its purple head at her pink opening. She wiggled it around for a moment, looking for the best point of entry, and then, her eyes closed, and smiling beatifically, she slowly impaled herself.

David closed his eyes too when he felt himself sink into Kriste's hot moist box. It was as sexy a feeling as he'd ever had; she was so wonderfully warm and tight. He kneaded her smoothly muscled thighs with his hands, tracing the firm muscles just beneath the skin. When he re-opened his eyes he saw that Kriste's head was thrown back, her arms slightly behind and at either side of her. With her perfect breasts thrust forward, and her tight flat stomach rippling, she slowly and rhythmically rocked back and forth to a beat that was in her own head.

He caught his breath. She presented a sublimely erotic, completely female picture stretched out above him, using him with such obvious pleasure. It was too much.

He'd wanted to hold out for longer, to give his angel another orgasm, such that a man can give a woman, but it was too late. She felt too good, he couldn't...

Kriste's head came forward, and her eyes opened. She looked deep into David's eyes and whispered: "You're coming... aren't you? I can feel it." And she could, too. Deep inside her body she felt a little jet, and then another, as spurts of hot sperm started their slippery journey towards her womb. She could actually feel him pulsing inside her, pressing against her furthermost wall, deeply, throbbingly. She rode him with love.

David couldn't answer her, his brain temporarily addled. His attempts to hold back had only made him come that much harder. Kriste's cunt was so tight that with each ejaculation her interior walls seemed to massage him, pulling the next spurt from him as if he were being milked. His orgasm was so intense that it hurt; but it hurt good.

He vaguely heard Kriste making a noise, but was unable to concentrate so long as his own shuddering orgasm continued unabated.

Kriste was amazed by how he made her feel. She realized that her lover was having an orgasm inside her; that he was experiencing for himself what he had created in her only minutes ago. It was incredibly exciting to see him moaning and squirming under her; so exciting, in fact, that she felt another flash go off at the point at which they were joined, a flash that she now recognized as an orgasm.

It happened the moment she realized that he had emptied his seed into her. It was all so sexy, so wonderfully erotic... She began to make small sounds in time with their rhythm, little puffs going "huh, huh, huh, huh," as she ground herself against him.

After what seemed like ages David had to stop. He pulled Kriste down on his chest, then rolled over her to bring his body on top, without ever leaving his warm harbor.

Kriste curled her lovely legs over and on top of his bottom, making sure that he stayed in her the way she wanted him. His come was a distant warmth deep inside her.

After resting like this for a time, she said, huskily: "Oh David, that was marvelous! I hope you intend to stay the rest of the night. After all, Johnny did pay for the room until morning."



Eighteen months later Kriste Hansen graduated in the top ten of her class. She was assigned to the 37th squadron and in 1990 went to the Persian Gulf as part of Operation Desert Storm. She was one of the few female fighter pilots actually to perform in the area of operations, and the only one to be shot down and captured by the Iraqi military.

All that happens in the second part of this story (assuming that I write it).



Acknowledgments: All my thanks... to David for his encouragement and proofing and to Ian for doing such a good job editing my little story.
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Kristene Comes Home
(mf, ff, teens, voy, oral)
by Kristen Kathleen Becker


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The story of a young American woman who grew up in Northern Lebanon. Who returns to the United States after her father dies. She has to pick up normal American ways again, and has to fit in...

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Kristene Baker knelt at the foot of the stairs, not quite able to believe her eyes. The sight of her older sister lying on the living-room floor, her boyfriend's face buried between her legs, was something both confusing and exciting. Watching them was wrong, of course, but she couldn't move.

Her life experience up to this moment hadn't prepared her for such a situation. She'd lived out of the country for almost five of her eighteen years. Her father, who was Lebanese, had taken her back to his home country when he and her mom had divorced.

She'd never quite understood why she was the one who had to go, and not Amy, who was a year older, and more out-going. However, it had happened and her life had changed dramatically as a result.

Living in the Middle East as a Muslim, and having to adapt to the customs of her father's people had been quite a challenge for the young American girl. She didn't look like the rest of the Muslim kids, being blonde and fair-skinned like her mother, and she stood out like a Christmas tree during Ramadan.

She was self-conscious about how strange she must look to the locals, and was glad that she was required to wear the concealing chador, the prescribed clothing of a Muslim female, whenever she had to go outside her home.

Now that Kristene was back in the United States, everything was again strange to her. After the strict religious life of Lebanon, and the exacting discipline to which she had been subject there, life in America was frightening. There seemed to be unlimited freedom, and that scared Kristene more than she cared to admit.

She was afraid of the kids at school, and afraid of the teachers too. There seemed to be no order, no belief system, no discipline of any kind. People did what they wanted, whenever they wanted it, with little thought of right and wrong.

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So there she was, kneeling behind the banister of the stairway at home, watching an ungodly act take place in her own living-room.

Kristene had been unsettled by her sister's behaviour ever since arriving home after her father's death. She had been relieved when her mom insisted that she be allowed to return to her surviving parent, but had been in a state of fear and confusion ever since.

Being confronted with her sister having sex with her boyfriend was just another in a seemingly long series of events to which Kristene was finding it hard to adjust.

As she turned and ran away in embarrassed confusion, she heard her name being called. Oh god, they must have seen her watching them!

Kristene couldn't face that. It was unthinkable that she'd even watched them having sex, far less oral sex, which was an offense against the Quran, and probably the Bible too.

She ran on, unseeing, tears of shame coursing down her cheeks, neither knowing nor caring where she went, just wanting to get away.

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Amy had noticed a movement from the stairs and saw her sister turning away. She was instantly sorry that she'd let Rob talk her into having sex at home. She struggled to a sitting position, shoving Rob's face out of her crotch, and yelled for her sister to stop. But it was too late.

There was no telling how long she'd been there. Amy knew that her younger sister was having trouble adjusting to the American lifestyle, and that this little scene would probably set her back even further. She felt bad, even ashamed.

She grabbed her skirt and quickly wrapped it around her waist, then she slipped on her shoes and ran out the door after her sister. By then, Rob had figured out what had happened and ran out behind Amy, straightening his clothes as he went.

They searched until they saw Kristene sitting in the bleachers of the little-league field, about a mile down the road from her home. The young blonde was crouching, her sweater pulled over her head like a chador, as if she wanted to hide from the world.

As Amy came up to her, Kristene went rigid. Not knowing what to do or say, she hid her face, her shame and embarrassment just too much for her to bear.

"Kristene, I'm sorry. I really didn't mean for you to see us, honest," Amy pleaded. She felt guilty about her sister looking so lost and frightened, and almost wanted to cry herself.

Kristene mumbled that she was sorry she'd spied on them; that it had been an accident; and that she'd never do it again.

The sisters sat together, hugging each other, for a long time, with Amy continuously reas- suring her younger sister. She rocked Kristene gently, back and forth, as if she were a baby she was trying to soothe.

Meanwhile Rob stood watching this touching scene, thinking how nice both sisters looked. Their faces flushed and streaked with tears, and their color heightened by exercise and crying, both were quite lovely.

He still felt horny, having planned a nice afternoon of slow sex with Amy. He felt a bit frustrated by the turn of events, but remained hopeful. He'd been attracted by the younger sister when she first showed up, several months ago, but had been put off by her strange behavior.

For the first couple of weeks she'd insisted on wearing that 'chador' thing, and using Arabic to describe anything for which she didn't know the English expression.

Admittedly, she didn't have a foreign accent when she spoke English, but she didn't know the English name of lots of things. It was just weird.

He'd driven both her and Amy to the mall shortly after Kristene's arrival home. They'd taken her to several clothing stores, and Rob still remembered her trying on some dresses for school. Amy had picked out some really sexy stuff, and Kristene had tried them on. She'd looked incredibly sexy, especially in a little red dress which came down only as far as a few inches below her snatch. (He smiled at the recollection).

When Kristene had said that she couldn't possibly wear something like that in public, Rob had tried to convince her that it made her look like a goddess. Eventually she had let Amy buy it for her, but she'd never worn it since.

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That afternoon Rob went home frustrated because Amy wanted to be alone with her sister. He locked himself in his room to 'beat his meat', imagining what it would be like to have both sisters at the same time. With thoughts like that he soon got relief, though he remained somehow unsatisfied.

His thoughts returned once more to his girlfriend's younger sister.

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That night Kristene dreamt that her sister and her sister's boyfriend were making love in front of her. Unlike during waking hours, the vision wasn't under the control of her will-power. She dreamt that, instead of turning and running, she had walked into the room and stood over the lovers as they lay on the floor.

In the dream her sister looked up at her while Rob busied himself between her legs. Amy smiled sexily at her, a strange look in her eyes, and asked if she'd like to join them.

Rob looked up at her then, her sister's sexual juices smeared over his chin and lips. He reached for her hand and slowly pulled her down to the floor beside Amy. He then, as slowly, unbuttoned her Levis and undressed her from the waist down, as he had already undressed her sister.

The dream made Kristene look up at Rob while he removed his own clothing. He was beautiful, all muscles and tan.

In the dream he was a perfect lover, gentle with her, and expertly nestling his face between her legs. Her sister was lying down on the floor, her face propped on her elbow. She was smiling at them, saying how beautiful they looked together.

Kristene felt Rob licking her sensuously, massaging her private domain, as he had been doing when she'd watched him with her sister on the living-room rug.

A pang of fear shot through her when she felt, and then saw, him sliding his body up along hers. She had marveled at his sex equipment when she'd first seen him undressed, but hadn't thought it through.

He continued to climb up her body until he rested in her cradle. Kristene reached down between their bodies and grasped his penis, his oh-so-hard penis, wriggling a little sideways so that she might see what he looked like up close.

For some reason his penis looked really inviting, slick and nice, and unbelievably large. Then, without a word, Rob pushed her hand away and hovered over her, his hands firmly planted on either side of her T-shirt-covered shoulders, and touched her sex with his.

She could feel him knocking at her opening; then she felt his penis head stretching her open, followed by a smooth thrust into her depths. . . 'Ohhhh....Gggooddd!' she moaned as she came in the night.

Kristene's eyes shot open as she experienced her first true orgasm, biting her lip, trying to remain quiet. She lay there, silently rocking back and forth, unusual sensations rushing through her body, shivering in physical ecstasy.

Just dreaming about Rob had made her come in her sleep.

After the unfamiliar raking orgasms slowed, and finally stopped, Kristene was ashamed of what her body had just experienced. She'd only had one other even remotely similar experience, when she was thirteen, just before going to the Middle East. She'd always remembered that feeling, but hadn't understood what it was, or quite how it had happened.

Having subsequently been under tight moral control, she hadn't even thought about sex for the next five years of her life.

She started feeling guilty about her dream. Having sex with her sister's boyfriend was against everything she'd learned from the Quran, and from Hadith. She was more confused than ever, and tossed and turned through the night.

When dawn came at last, she was up with the birds. Her body had generated a great deal of nervous energy following her new experiences, so, her mind still in turmoil, she went for an early morning run to work it off.

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The shower was on full blast as Kristene stood under the flow, letting the hot water work its magic on her tense muscles. The run had done her good, but somehow she still felt tense. She knew she had several more minutes to enjoy the hot water, but then she'd have to get going if she wasn't to be late for school.

Standing under the soothing flow, her mind drifted, and she thought about her high school and the day that stretched before her, her fellow students and teachers.

She was academically far ahead of most of the other kids at school, and the teachers liked her for that. Her classmates, however, were less impressed, and though they didn't exactly shun her, Kristene still hadn't made any real friends. She thought it was probably her fault. She was terribly shy, so conversations with boys were almost painful to get through, while few girls talked to her at all.

The McPheresons lived next door, and Carry, the older of their two daughters, had been paired off with Kristene when she arrived home from the Lebanon. However, they hadn't yet gotten very close; again it was probably her own fault, she thought sadly. Their parents had tried hard to make them friends, but it didn't feel quite right.

Kristene was abruptly returned to the present when her sister popped her head through the steam-filled opening of the shower-stall and asked: "Hey, lazy-bones, you going to school, or you planning to stay in here all day? Mom wants you downstairs asap!"

Kristene felt strange to have her sister standing there, appraising her naked body.

"You know, you really should wear something other than Levis to school. I'm telling you, senior year is the best time you'll ever have. And with a body like that you could have them eating out of your hand.

She reached in and turned off the water. Kristene just stood there, not knowing what to do. She deliberately didn't try to cover herself with her arms and hands; she didn't want to look as if she felt guilty about something.

Meanwhile Amy looked her over from head to toe before saying: "Well, you coming out or not?"

Kristene stumbled out of the shower, while Amy grabbed the towel and wrapped it around her shoulders, rubbing her body vigorously to dry her.

Kristene nervously asked her sister what she was doing. "Amy, I can dry myself, you know. Please give me a little privacy."

Amy looked into her eyes and smiled. "I do know you can dry yourself, Krissy, but I want to do it."

Kristene didn't know what to say to this. She didn't know why Amy was acting this way, but she didn't want to offend her, so she stood in the middle of the bathroom and let her sister dry her body completely. She jumped, however, when Amy's hand 'accidentally' touched her left breast.

"I think I'm dry enough, Amy. Thanks for your help, but I'll take it from here if that's OK with you?" she said, a nervous squeak in her voice.

"Krissy, you're gonna have to learn to be less up-tight. You've been to places I can only dream about, and met people I never will, and that's great; but you're back in the good old USA now, and you need to try to fit in more than you have. Try letting some of those formidable defenses down a little." She smiled while saying it, but Kristene was hurt by her sister's criticism.

Amy left her at last to dress in peace, glancing behind her one last time as she left the room, admiring her younger sister's body and thinking to herself: What a waste to keep that hidden!

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For the past week or two Kristene had been toying with the idea of wearing more feminine clothes, but she guessed she probably wouldn't really do it. She felt comfortable in pants, and after the ridicule she'd had from kids in her neighborhood for wearing the chador when she'd first arrived, she was in no hurry to change her style of clothing.

But her sister's criticism stung her. Was she a mouse, or a woman? Kristene stood naked in front of the floor-length mirror and looked at herself. There was nothing in the reflection that bothered her, she thought. She had a well-proportioned body; to which she'd never really given much thought before, she was pleased with her general appearance.

For most of her teenage years she'd been covered from head to toe, and no one else had seen her unclothed body . Having Amy look at her nude had been surprisingly exhilarating. What would it feel like actually to wear the skimpy red dress Amy had insisted she try on? It had felt quite deliciously sinful wearing it.

Kristene still savored that feeling. She'd almost fainted, she'd been so excited at having her body on public display. She smiled at herself. "What a dope I am!" she thought. "Women wear stuff like that all the time."

She was determined to try to 'fit in', so she decided to wear that dress to school, and start working on making friends.

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Just then she heard a knock, and she turned to see Carry McPhereson looking in through the door. Kristene quickly held her towel up to cover her nakedness.

Carry was surprised to find Kristene not yet dressed; she'd always been before. "You're not ready," she said accusingly. "Hurry up; I don't want to be late. I'm in enough trouble at school as it is."

It was Carry's 'job' to accompany Kristene to school each day. She didn't really mind it, and, in fact, wasn't too upset that her charge was running late. It was interesting to see her in such an embarrassing position.

On an impulse Kristene dropped the towel and turned to face her classmate. "Carry, how do you think I look?"

Carry stood frozen in the doorway for a moment, then stepped into the room and closed the door behind her.

"You look really nice, Krissy." She came and stood right in front of Kristene and smiled. Then, wrapping her arms around Kristene's naked body, she pulled her close and kissed her.

Kristene began struggling after her initial surprise had worn off. She was surprised and shocked at her own feelings during the moments before reason told her that Carry was doing something wrong.

In those brief moments she'd returned to that strange place she'd inhabited the previous night, in her dreams. She fought to break Carry's kiss, but she felt weak; her knees buckled under her, and her heartbeat pounded in her ears.

Carry's hands were roving over her smooth back, and down to her round bottom, her hand linger- ing there while she massaged one cheek between her fingers and thumb.

Eventually, unable to continue kissing Kristene without taking a breath, Carry reluctantly pulled her lips away after a last swirl of the tongue and stepped back.

"Yes, you look really sexy, Krissy," she said calmly, sitting on the bed to watch her classmate dress. "So, what are you planning to wear today?"

Carry behaved as if nothing untoward had occurred, but Kristene was immobile with shock, as much by how Carry had made her feel as by what she had done.

"W-what j-just happened there?" she asked in a small, trembly voice.

"Didn't you know? I'm gay, and I like other girls. I thought you knew, and were coming on to me. At school I hang out with the "in" crowd, and most of us are gay or bi. It's really 'in' right now. I might go straight later, if I find the right guy, but for now it's a lot of fun...

She chattered away, but Kristen didn't hear her; she was still shocked at how much she'd enjoyed Carry's kiss and her groping hand.

Impulsively, she went up to her. "Carry, what do gay people do with each other? I don't see how they could have, you know, sex. I mean neither of us has the right equipment..."

She stumbled through the words, not know- ing quite how to express what she meant. All she knew was that Carry had made her feel wonderful, and that she wanted more of that feeling.

Carry knew just what to do; she could tell a horny virgin when she saw one. She reached up and ran her cool hands over her classmate's naked breasts.

Kristene closed her eyes and bathed in the sensation. She almost jumped when she felt a hand between her legs, but then decided she liked that too.

She stood there, her legs trembling, waiting for... she didn't know what. She had no idea what to expect. All she knew was that she had an urgent need, and that Carry might know how to satisfy it.

Examining her at close range, Carry was becoming excited. She'd previously admired Kristene's body, even in loose-fitting clothes, but had never expected to get anywhere with her. She'd decided that Kristene was some kind of Islamic weirdo, but, weirdo or not, she was something else.

Carry was instantly turned-on, and began probing every nook and cranny of her new friend's body with her hands. She stroked her velvety skin, running her hands repeatedly over Kristene's breasts and nipples, and seeing her tremble at each intimate contact. When she reached the naked pussy and started rubbing, Kristene collapsed onto the bed, next to Carry, her legs no longer able to keep her erect.

Carry rolled over on top of Kristene's spread-eagled body and really started doing what she liked to do most. She started with Kristene's nipples, and worked slowly down to the fresh little pussy, her tongue flicking here, there, and everywhere.

Kristene moaned with unleashed lust at the feel of Carry's hand and mouth. It made Carry smile inwardly, recalling her own first time. "Bring your legs up, as if you're going to do sit-ups," she ordered.

Kristene did as she was told, but she was nervous, her body quivering at every touch.

Carry now put her hands on Kristene's knees and made her spread her legs, then slid her hands down inside her thighs towards her crotch.

"Beautiful pussy!" she murmured.

Pussy? Kristene frowned. She had heard the word before, referring to a girl's crotch, but had been told that girls hated that word.

Carry realized what she was thinking. "It's OK to say pussy; sometimes even cunt, or twat - whatever you like. Just don't use words like that in front of anyone you wouldn't say 'fuck' to."

She put her hands on Kristene's inner thighs, and Kristene jumped as Carry lowered her face between her legs and pressed her mouth against her pussy. After the first shock, however, she just stared at the ceiling and let Carry do her thing. She'd never before imagined that this kind of activity occurred between girls.

Carry licked up and down the spread pussy lips, so lightly that Kristene almost fell asleep. Suddenly, however, Carry moved her hands inward and touched Kristene's vagina. She pulled the little lips apart and eased her tongue inside.

Kristene's body became rigid as her friend slowly, and methodically, tongued her. It felt weird, but good. So good, in fact, that her entire body became warm.

Suddenly Kristene felt herself about to urinate on Carry's tongue. Thinking of the humiliation she would suffer should something like that happen she tried to stop the feeling, but it only grew more intense. Eventually she just had to let herself go.

However, she didn't urinate. Instead, a star burst inside her body and radiated outward, as Carry gently brought her classmate to her first wakeful orgasm.

Kristene lost all control of her body, the release was so intense, so wonderful. She was crying as her body was racked by repeated orgasmic spasms.

Carry maintained her rhythm on Kristene's clitoris until she could no longer take the intense pleasure, and pushed her friend's head away.

Still crying, Kristene curled herself into a fetal ball, while Carry held her in her arms. She continued slowly stroking Kristene's now-sopping pussy lips, enjoying the moment, until the girls heard Kristene's mother calling for her to come down for breakfast.


From that morning, Carry and Kristene were the best of friends. Kristene wore her little red dress to school that day, and soon afterwards got in with the 'in' crowd.

As far as men were concerned, however, she remained a virgin for another five years.

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The Magician's Tower
By Kristen Kathleen Becker


December 1997 (Last Edit 5-15-00)

This story describes sexual acts and should be considered adult entertainment. If you are not a consenting adult, please read no further. This story is available in downloadable TEXT format at this location: The Magician's Tower

T his story is set in a time before time, in an England of legend that may never have existed, in the realm of a majestic lord, Malinov. Magnus the Great was his court magician, a powerful figure, respected (and a little feared) by all. To help him attain this pinnacle of power the Great Magnus had chosen to be celibate all his life. Until, one day, he took in a waif as an apprentice...


Magic Ring

"I'm so tired... so very tired," he groaned, squinting at the manuscript propped up before him on the cluttered table. The wind was moaning through cracks and crevices in the ancient tower room, causing the fire to dance in the grate.

Magnus of Malinov Heap rubbed his tired eyes. He felt used up, a dry husk of his former self. He had seen so much, done so much, much that was too horrible to be mentioned. Everything he had done had been for the good of the realm, and he wouldn't do it differently even if he had the chance.

Nonetheless, the Oracle had issued a frightful prophecy of his passing, revenge for what he'd done to her and to her allies. 'A court magician's fate can be cruel,' he mused.

Now that the winter solstice had arrived, the prophecy would be fulfilled; he knew this, but still had no idea what form it would take. He'd worried about this day for many years, ever since the witch-thing had pronounced his fate. Her words rang in his head like swords clashing in battle. "Thou shalt feel the heat of the stroke of youth upon thy body, as thee passes over the threshold of life. This shall come to pass at the twenty-second hour of the twenty-second day of the twenty-second year of the Great Malinov's reign. Make thee ready, for thou canst not change thy fate, for it shall come to pass on this earth, on that day, and at that time o' year."

The magician sat at his table, the cold creeping into his bones, as if deathly fingers were tightening their grip upon him. He could hear faint sounds of feasting far below in the great hall, but was not in the mood for merrymaking. 'Let them make merry. One day their doom will come and they won't even know it has arrived,' he thought bitterly.

He rose with a sigh from the table and shuffled across the room to the door of his study. His voice creaking, he called out: "Kat, where are you, lad? Bring me drink; I'm as parched as a winter's field."

'Where is that boy?' he thought. He was a good lad, and the magician wasn't quite as upset with him as he appeared to be, but he was thirsty and needed a drink.

Just then the young apprentice burst through the door, breathless and distraught. "Noble Magnus, please forgive me! I was watching the lords and ladies and knights below; they're so delightful and gay. And I lost track of the time! Sorry, master!" He held up a steaming mug of mulled-wine with both hands, as if in supplication, worry and concern in his eyes.

The magician looked at the youth's clear, shining face, and thought, for the hundredth time: 'Why does this lad pull at my heart-strings so?'

At first, Magnus had simply been attracted by the boy's winning manner, and his willing and intelligent nature. It was why he had taken him on as his apprentice in the first place. As time passed, however, his feelings for the lad became something more. Magnus tried to deny it, but what he felt for the apprentice was... sexual.

He still found it difficult to accept, and shook his head to himself in silent denial. He hadn't actually had physical relations with another person...ever, not allowing himself to get close to any woman; they were all dangerous, and full of intrigue.

Deeply melancholy, he thought about all the warring and death he'd seen in his life and sighed again. Returning to his worktable, he caught the youth looking at him with shining eyes. He was momentarily confused. The boy made him feel... aroused. That was the only word to describe how he felt.

Ashamed of such feelings, the magician took the mug proffered by the lad and turned to his table with a tightening in his throat.

Kat moved to the magician's side, looking worried. "Master, you seem tired today."

Magnus wanted to tell the boy to let him be, but could not.

Kat reached out and touched the magician's arm. "Master, are you all right? You look flushed. Have you been worrying about the prophecy again? You mustn't, you know! I wouldn't let anything happen to you, I promise. I'll watch over you tonight, and every night."

The tired magician smiled at his young servant, trembling slightly with a sense of premonition. He had a strong impulse to reach out and kiss the lad, to hug his handsome young body to his own. Such thoughts made the magician's heart beat faster; he could almost feel the blood coursing through his veins.

The youth misinterpreted Magnus's worried countenance as fear, and stepped up close, to fold the wizard in his strong young arms.

Magnus yielded to the youth's embrace, the touch of his skin and the lad's fresh scent, which he inhaled deeply. He began to cry silently as the youth hugged him tightly to his breast. Before he knew what he was doing, Magnus was pressing his lips against the boy's mouth.

To his amazement, Kat didn't pull away in disgust, but kissed him back with youthful passion. They maintained their intimate embrace for a long while, kissing and hugging each other, until Magnus managed to bring his emotions under control.

He stepped back from his child apprentice and said solemnly: "Young Kat, this isn't right. I mustn't behave in this unholy fashion towards you. I mustn't take advantage of your youth, or of your love for me as your master. Please forgive me, and forget what I did just now."

His apprentice came up close to the old man and whispered: "Master, 'tis true that I love you, and that I am young. But you've done nothing here today that I did not desire. I have pined for you since the very beginning, when we first met."

The wizard turned away to conceal his tears, but Kat reached out for his shoulders, turning him so that they stood face-to-face. "Master, my only desire is to lie with you this night. I wish to please you, to make you a gift of my youth. It is all I have to give, but I sense that it may take from you the melancholy that I see in your eyes."

Magnus was shocked by these words, but at the same time he felt a lust for this youth growing deep within his body. He had thought such feelings had been banished many years since. To his surprise, however, he suddenly felt young again, seeing himself through the eyes of the youth who stood before him. Lust was written on the apprentice's smooth face, proving that he had not spoken merely from pity.

Nevertheless, he looked just like an angel, his long shiny hair framing a clear-complexioned face. How lovely he is! was the magician's guilty thought.

The boy slipped a slender, shapely hand under the Magician's robe, touching him tentatively, almost shyly, before wrapping his fingers around the older man's tumescent member.

The magician gasped when he felt Kat's cool hand on his organ. It was a strangely exhilarating feeling, one he'd never felt, nor ever expected to feel.

The apprentice looked up enquiringly at his master and smiled a beautiful smile, quite disarming the older man.

Magnus thought: 'How could I not see how beautiful he was all the time we've been together?'

As if reading the magician's mind, Kat moved closer to him, and pressed soft lips against those of his master in a deep, passionate kiss. Then, without saying a word, he bade the older man stand and led the bedazzled wizard to his bed chamber, lightly massaging his swollen organ as they went.

Magnus couldn't believe what was happening to him. His mind and body were both in a kind of helpless daze. Sex with another male had never previously entered his head, but he was like putty in the hands of this lad, and fully prepared to do whatever was asked of him. He must accept his doom, no matter what it was. The slightest touch, or kiss, even the smell of the boy's arousal, took away his will. He couldn't resist, nor did he want to resist. He welcomed the sensations that his young lover was bestowing so freely upon him.

He didn't care that the fame and reputation he had built over many years might be destroyed at once by an illicit love affair. He wanted only the youthful pleasures this boy was offering him.

As the apprentice put his master's robe aside, the old magician thought wistfully that if only he'd employed a female it would at least have been respectable in the eyes of his lord, and of the other nobles of the heap.

Magnus closed his eyes and lay back to receive the attentions of the man-child, now so dominant in their relationship. He was deliberately letting this happen.

The magician opened his eyes long enough to reassure himself that love and desire were truly written on the handsome face hovering over his own. He ran through the prophecy again in his head. "Thou shalt feel the heat of the stroke of youth upon thy body, as thee passes over the threshold of life. This shall come to pass at the twenty-second hour of the twenty-second day of the twenty-second year of the Great Malinov's reign. Make thee ready, for thou canst not change thy fate, for it shall come to pass on this earth, on that day, and at that time o' year."

Was this what it meant? Was this lad going to bring him to ruin, and take his place as Magician at Malinov Heap?

He jerked as his love began manipulating his straining member once more. He still couldn't believe it was really happening, but when he opened his eyes Kat was crouched over him, young and innocent, earnestly intent on his work. He tossed his long hair gracefully over one shoulder, tucking the remaining golden strands behind an ear. To the magician's amazement, the apprentice leaned forward and encircled the older man's cock-head with soft full lips, which then slid down to engulf Magnus's organ to the hilt.

The magician's mind was reeling, overpowered by overwhelming sensations. His recent cares were quite forgotten as he began uncontrollably to lurch his hips toward his young lover's mouth.

The decadent scene went on for many minutes, until curtailed by the youth pulling his soft, sucking lips from his master's rampant member. "Master, there's something I must tell you..."

Magnus felt such keen disappointment that his apprentice had stopped his wonderful sucking that he pleaded in a whisper, his breath coming in gasps: "Please, Kat, don't stop now. Please... Please..."

Kat looked down at the magician, love and care in his clear blue eyes, and shrugged. Pulling his coarse robe - the robe of a servant - up to his thighs, he moved up the magician's body until the old man's organ was pressed against his crotch. He reached down a hand to caress the magician's now-slick member, smoothing fluids over and around the cock-head, while Magnus writhed under his attentions.

Then, amazingly, the old man felt his shaft engulfed by something moist, and warm. He opened his eyes, wondering how his young lover could reach him with his mouth while sitting so far forward on him.

His eyes went very wide when he saw that the boy was rhythmically riding his erection. Somehow the he was making normal sexual love to him. Magnus was confused, but the feelings of his aroused body soon overpowered his reason.

He had reached a level of pleasure never before experienced during his celibate life. He reached out for the youth's hips, running his hands up either side of the boy's waist, underneath his robe. The feel of the boy's skin gave him great joy. Such freshness was truly a gift, the older man mused, his body surging beneath that of his young student.

The magician explored the youth's body, bouncing rhythmically above him, with trembling hands. The young flesh felt delightful to his touch; Magnus had never felt anything like it before. He ran his hand up to the youth's chest, intending to help support the boy's weight, but the palms of his hands encountered large, swollen nipples. This fleetingly struck the magician as being a little strange.

He felt his seed stirring from deep within, his apprentice's energetic sexual activity bringing him to an unfamiliar peak. Beginning to lose control of his own body, he moved his hands downwards to cup the boy's soft breasts. (SOFT BREASTS!!)

Was that really what he'd felt? Was the boy, then, not a boy after all? He looked into his lover's eyes, and she smiled back lovingly, increasing her pace on top of him.

As full realization dawned on the old magician, his hips bucked violently. Sperm spasmed from his depths, spurting out of his jerking body into the apprentice's nubile one. Spasm after spasm racked the wizard's body, and he fought for breath.

Meanwhile, the young woman mounted on top of him kept up her relentless pace, rubbing her young mound frantically against his, as if trying to draw the last drop of his vital fluids out of him.

He couldn't breathe, and he was becoming light-headed; darkness finally enveloped him as he lost consciousness. The last thing he saw or heard was the young woman's crying out as she orgasmed at his passing...

His last thought was: "Thou shalt feel the heat of the stroke of youth upon thy body, as thou passes over the threshold of life...

Magic Ring

T he sun shone in dusty streams through the high, glazed windows. The tower room brightened with every passing moment. A stray beam of sunlight fell across the young woman lying carelessly naked on the bed. Her beautiful blue eyes fluttered open as the warm sun played across her perfectly-formed body.

She yawned and stretched contentedly, and looked over at her sleeping lover. Reaching out to caress his cheek, she then bent close and kissed him awake.

"Wondrous woman," were his first words, "how could I not have known? Look at you! You're beautiful! What am I to call you now!? Surely Kat no longer?"

"Master, my real name is Katherine, and Kat suits me very well. I would have told you about myself last night, but you were too impatient," she said, lovingly stroking his cheek.

"Well, lovely woman-child, let us go down to the great hall and greet the day! Suddenly I feel like celebrating at the Solstice feast, and won't Lord Malinov be surprised when I present my new apprentice at court!" he chuckled.

Kat wrinkled her nose with a lovely smile before taking on a serious expression and reciting the first line of the ancient prophesy that had plagued the old magician for so many years.

"Master, she intoned, "Thou shalt feel the heat of the stroke of youth upon thy body." Her face brightened, and she giggled delightfully. "I certainly felt the heat of your strokes last night!"

Both laughed, and they hugged each other. The magician thought: 'I care not, just so that I live one more night. That will be enough, and should any more days be left to me, they will be more valuable than any that went before.'

Magic Ring

T hey didn't actually make it down to the great hall until the early afternoon of that day. When, however, they did reach the ground floors of the Malinov Heap, they added their cheerful voices to the general merriment, and received many an amazed stare.

(The moral of this story? - 'There's no fool like an old fool').