erotic stories (part 1)

(Disclaimer: These are collection of stories I have gathered that are shared by my friends and from the internet. I am not the author of these stories. I posted them because I want to share them to everyone who enjoy such literarture.)



1. Wednesday

August 6, 2008 – 8:00 am
One evening my husband Nathan asked if he could tie me naked to the kitchen table and fuck me. It seemed a bit silly but if that would make him happy, I didn’t mind. He stripped me naked, blindfolded me and put a gag around my mouth. Bent me forward across the table, spread my legs wide and tied each ankle to a table leg.

I was lying across the table with my arms either side of my head and my hands clutching the far edge of the table (It was a narrow table.). He then put rope around my wrists and tied the ends of the rope to the table legs on the far side.

When I was trussed up like that, I found it to be quite stimulating. Especially with my legs pulled wide open, I could feel my pussy lips being stretched open as well and this was causing my juices to flow. He gave me a good fucking and I quite enjoyed it and he was really thrilled by it.

The following week he had a few days off work, so on the Wednesday morning, he asked if he could do it again. I said don’t you think it’s a bit early in the day. But as he was obviously feeling randy, I agreed. He tied me as before, including the blindfold and gag.

He had just started fucking me, when the phone rang. We have a wall mounted phone and he could reach it without breaking his rhythm. It was Tara from over the road, her husband Seth was trapped under a load of lumber, not hurt but couldn’t get out. So Tom said that he would go over and help.

“I won’t be long,” he said to me.

I replied “Wumf, Umfl, argh, wwwff.” which meant ‘untie me’ but with the gag in my mouth I couldn’t speak.

“It’s OK, I’ll only be a few minutes.” and off he went.

I was laying there, trussed up like a turkey waiting to be stuffed when the thought occurred to me that my bottom was facing the door to the hallway and if the postman looked through the letterbox, he would see right up the hall and right up me. That idea started to turn me on and I was feeling quite sexy when I thought that I heard a squeak, then another, then another; then it stopped.

Then I thought that I heard the door to the garden open but I wasn’t sure. Then I felt hands on my hips and something rubbing across my pussy lips. Oooh it did feel nice. Nathan must have come in the back way and was continuing where he had left off.

Oh yes, I was enjoying this feeling as the cock started to push it’s way between my lips and go deeper inside my pussy. In, out. In, out. Gently fucking me deeper with each stroke. Then faster and faster, my climax was building as the cock shot its hot spunk into me. My climax kicked into action as I came and came.

It was lovely, Nathan had never fucked me so delightfully before. I said, “Wumf, Umfl, argh, wwwff.” But there was no reply, only the sound of the door opening and closing. I couldn’t understand what Nathan was up to but I just lay here reveling in the after glow of a good fucking. Then I heard the door again, then hands on my hips, a cock entering my pussy but his time it was a fast and
furious fuck. It got me going but I didn’t reach a climax.

The cock shot its hot spunk into me, and then withdrew. Then another set of hands, another cock entering my sloppy pussy. What was going on here? Who where these people? What was Nathan up to? As this new cock pushed its way into me, I could feel the walls of my pussy being stretched wider and wider. It must have been a very thick cock, it felt wonderful.

I had never felt so full before. I just relaxed and enjoyed the sensation of being used and stretched by a strangers cock. I climaxed 3 times before the huge cock shot its hot spunk inside of me. It withdrew, I heard the door, then quiet.

I must have been there for another 15 minutes when Nathan returned full of apologies for being so long. He untied me and straightened me up, saying that I must be stiff being left tied in that position for so long. He made no mention of anyone else being here, so if he hadn’t arranged it, who was it. I said I was feeling stiff and would go and have a hot bath to relax. In reality I
wanted to wash out all the spunk in me before Tom noticed.

It was as I lay relaxing in the bath that I heard the same squeaking that I’d heard just before being gang banged. It was the window cleaner, of course, it’s Wednesday morning. he always comes every other week at 10am Wednesday mornings.

Two weeks later, just before 10am on Wednesday morning, Nathan was back at work and I was alone in the house. I went to the kitchen and tied rope around the table legs, put on a blindfold and gag and lay across the table as before. I just wrapped the ropes around my wrists and held the ends in my hands. And waited. (I didn’t bother about tying my ankles.)

After a few minutes I heard the door, and then I felt the hands, then the cock entering me. My husband had unwittingly started me off as a gang bang slut but now I love it, can’t get enough strange, unseen cocks using me, fucking me; emptying their lovely spunk into my eager cunt.

Each Wednesday they brought more men. Last week I counted 10 cocks fucking me. I don’t know if it was 10 men or just some of them having 2 goes at my eager cunt.

I left a note taped to the window, it read: THESE WINDOWS ARE A DISGRACE, INSTEAD OF CLEANING THEM ONCE A FORTNIGHT, THEY WILL NEED CLEANING TWICE A WEEK, ON MONDAY & WEDNESDAY.

It’s now almost 10am Monday and I’m just going to put on my blindfold, (I don’t use the gag anymore as the men like to fuck my throat.) and lie over the kitchen table and wait to be shagged rotten.

Isn’t it funny how things turn out, it was my husband who wanted me to be tied up and fucked and now I have lots of lovely cocks using me and he doesn’t know. Be careful what you ask you wife to door she might enjoy it more than you know.


2.My Landlord

August 5, 2008 – 8:00 am
Let me tell you a little bit about me. When my great adventure began, I was young, age 25, and not very experienced. Oh, I’d had sex any number of times, in a number of different ways, but I never felt the wild excitement in actually doing those things that I imagined I would. I had a million different, very kinky fantasies, things that I really wanted to do but was afraid to try, even if I had the opportunity to try… which I really didn’t. Mostly, my fantasies involved me as a sort of slave girl, captured by some strong individual. Some days I imagined my master to be a male and sometimes a female, with special events for each one.

What I thought I really wanted was a strong master or mistress, one who also had wild sexual fantasies, and who would take charge of me and would then act out those fantasies, obviously with me playing out the part of slave girl, used by a master (or maybe better yet, mistress) in strange and delicious ways, hopefully with an audience watching… and most deliciously of all… whether I liked it or not!

I wanted strange and sexy things to happen and not have any say as to the agenda, to be used, perhaps even to be a little bit abused. My figure is good, that is, I think it’s good, and maybe you would agree - that is, you would if you like full bodied girls with large, shapely tits. I’m tall, about 5′7″, with a nice, full shapely bust, good legs, and a delicious round bottom. I love being
nude, and enjoy other people seeing me nude. I have even posed nude for guys, just for fun, very naughty, very sexy pictures, like me masturbating for him, with a large rubber dildo… you may have even seen my pictures on the Internet. I did find that very exciting (though I would just die if those pictures ever showed my face).

I also posed nude once for a very, very sexy amateur lady photographer, but that is a different story that I don’t intend to tell you today. All I will say about that, is that she was dressed when she took the first pictures of me, she was nude when she took the last pictures of me, and the very best pictures would have been taken a while later, but by then, frankly, she was too busy to think about taking pictures. She had her mind on something else (and her tongue into something else, too).

I love reading about kinky sex. Sometimes I go to the porno shops, to look at the fascinating things they write about, and to look at the exciting array of rubber dildos and accessories that they sell. I even bought a couple of those things strictly as a scientific experiment, you understand. I know a nice shop in Miami that sells remarkable stuff and I have purchased four different dildos and a couple of rubber butt plungers.

I adore playing with these toys, and have a secret fantasy about somebody else putting them into me (instead of me doing it myself). If it was a super sexy guy who did it, and if he started me out with a nice, bare bottomed spanking, that would be just great.And if it was a marvelous, beautiful, dominant super sexy lady who did it to me, that would be the greatest.

In one of the shops I found a magazine, a Swingers Journal that seemed interesting. It had just fascinating pictures, especially in the B&D area that was my particular excitement at the time. The ads seemed like fun. One of these showed a guy whose area of interest was in spankings, enemas, and Greek things about which I had many secret thoughts but not much real experience.

I decided that I would answer this particular ad not intending ever to meet this guy, but rather, just to hear what he had to say. A week or so later I got a letter from him, with a nude picture.

His name was Doug. He was a divorcee. He was about 35, well built, well hung, too. And he was holding a leather paddle in his hand and hanging from the ceiling next to him was a large enema bag, a long rubber hose attached to it, and connected to the end of that, a black rubber looking device that got inserted into the recipient of this enema, and really did the work. It looked like a
huge, erect, black penis. Believe me, it was an impressive picture.

His letter told about how he liked to be masterful, how he thought that there was no sight so beautiful as a naked, shapely, female bottom, and nothing he liked to do so much as to pet it, to kiss it and to spank it until it was rosy pink.

Then, when she was fully ready and receptive, to give her a long, slow, deep enema, filling her fuller than she had ever been filled before, using, of course, a tube so that she could not expel it until permitted. And then to lubricate her pretty asshole, greasing it generously until it was slippery, and then to fuck it deeply and firmly. His letter excited me tremendously.

He became an instantaneous member in my library of fantasies. I wrote back to him, he replied again, and this time included a telephone number.

I stared at that for a long time. I knew that calling the number was taking a very serious step that there was at least a chance that I would follow up and visit him at, as he described it, his Domination Laboratory. I did call the number. When he replied, his voice was much as I expected it to be, and the conversation also was about what I had expected. We agreed to meet not at his place, but on neutral ground, at a certain coffee shop, nothing else promised but the meeting.

I was willing to go that far in advance, but no further at all. Oh, I knew I would go ahead and meet him at the coffee shop, but I did have serious doubts about whether I would go from there to his place.

The day of the meeting came, and as promised, I went. In fact, I got there early so that I could scout out the scene, and if he showed, and if I did not like his looks up close, I could sneak out. Well, he did show up on time, and I did like his looks. We had a fascinating conversation about everything else in the world except sex.

We found a million things to talk about, found lots of areas of common interest, a few fun things to fight about, too. After a long time, maybe as much as a couple of hours, it was time to leave. I declined to go to his place yet, but since I did not have a car with me, I had hopped on the bus to get there, he drove me home. As luck would have it, a vacant parking place was right there almost at my front door. He walked me to the door, and right into my apartment.

What happened next was an awful long way from what our letters talked about. We were soon petting and in short order he had me out of my sweater and bra, and soon out of everything else. He got me very excited, undressed himself and showed off a nice looking, very erect penis. We did have very nice, normal sex. It was fun, pleasant, and certainly not earth shaking. I am not even sure now that he made me come that night. I don’t think so, but then, I rarely do in regular intercourse.

He called me again the following week. Soon, we were dating, more or less regularly, having good sex once or twice a week, but no domination, no spankings.

One evening we did go to his place. This time, he showed me his ‘laboratory’, a room in the basement, with wood paneled walls, a large, sturdy oak library table with a gym mat as a top, and a rubber sheet over it. That was the laboratory. We wondered what it would be like if I was up on it, bottom up.

I complied.

Attached to each leg of the table was a leather strap. He put a leather dog collar around each of my wrists, and then fastened the wrist to one of the leather straps stretching my arms out wide, and helpless. Very quickly, my ankles were similarly fastened. I was now spread-eagled, completely under his control.

He talked to me, and came back to our early correspondence, and what I had told him I wanted him to do. And all this time, his hands were wandering over my bare ass. Suddenly, SPLAT!!! He whacked me with his big, bare hand across my ass. It stung a little bit, but certainly did not really HURT. Again, and again… a few more times.

Then he went to the closet. He took out a leather strop. Long and wicked looking. He talked to me some more. And then he raised the strop and swished it, fairly hard, across my ass. It did hurt, but it felt good at the same time.

He gave me a fairly thorough spanking that day, followed by the love enema he had talked about… a long, slow enema that took 20 or 30 minutes to go in. Along the way a couple of times I told him that I could not take any more. Each time, he would stop the water flow for a while until I got used to the feeling… and then start it again.

Eventually, he gave me as much as he wanted me to have, but then he made me keep it in for a while longer. After he finally did let me expel it into the toilet, I got to rest a while, but then he did Greek me.

He first expanded my anus with a greased finger, and then two and three at the same time, stretching me. He had a conical, rubber dildo, and a butt plugger. Slowly almost tenderly, he inserted it in me until the thickest part was past the sphincter. In it went the rest of the way, the thick rim preventing it from going in too far. He asked me how it felt.

Actually, it felt most marvelous. I was almost disappointed when he pulled it out, and I was shocked when from his drawer he pulled out a still larger version of the same thing. This looked too big to ever get into such a tight place.

However, with patience, and perseverance and plenty of pressure, he did get it in slowly, stretching me larger, until the largest diameter passed the sphincter and it was lodged fully up inside me. He gave me a little more of the leather strop, so I could have the two sensations together.

After a while, the rubber plug came out. He got up astride, put the blunt, rigid end of his cock against my now stretched rosette.

After what had happened so far, that did not really hurt at all… it was sort of tight, but not painful. And to me, the sensation of being fucked in the ass by a masterful man was just marvelous, though I must say that never did I have the feeling that I was out of control. I always felt that any time I really wanted him to stop and go no further, that he would have without question.
Never did I feel totally dominated, subjugated, like the subdued slave girl I really wanted to be. The next time or two that we were together, things were much the same.

After we had done the same things a few times, we began to talk about fantasies, and he made me tell him mine. It relates to Mrs. Berger, who was my landlady, and who really disliked me.If I ever was going to try the slave girl experience, totally controlled by another, she would be absolutely my first choice. Now the weird thing about her was that she once had been a strong disciplinarian, a teacher in one of those strange schools where the students are punished.

I overheard her telling a lady friend once that she did have an experience. She had a student who badly needed the discipline, and nothing that Mrs. Berger ever did seemed to make that one shape up. Repeated applications of the leather did not make any difference.

The cure for her, according to Mrs. Berger, was that she was given a thorough stropping, forced to take a number of tablespoons of castor oil, thank Mrs. Berger for each one, stropped some more, and then given a large mouthful of Mrs. Berger’s shit to eat, a tablespoonful at a time. I overheard this and never forgot it. And, I am sure I masturbated about it a thousand times afterward.

That was my fantasy. I wanted to be taken over by somebody who disliked me, stripped, spanked thoroughly, made to eat her pussy, and then more humiliating things. Now understand about Mrs. Berger. She is tall and strong, a very handsome woman, with a very potent personality. She is about 45. There is no Mr. Berger around. I do not know if she is a widow or a divorcee, she is not the kind of person that you ask questions of.

We genuinely do not like each other. I think she is overbearing. She thinks that I’m wild, spoiled, and disrespectful. While she is my landlady, I cannot wait to get out of there, and she cannot wait to have me gone. But she still is very much in my fantasies.

This story, embellished somewhat, is what I told to Doug. He was very interested in this, and said that he was going to look into making it all happen. He had me write him a letter, detailing all this, though how exactly he plans to make use of it, I don’t know.

Today, Doug called at lunchtime and asked me to come over that evening, and to be sure to be there before 8:00PM. He said that we might, just might, have company, though he wouldn’t say who. I am fantasizing about this, have been all day now, not knowing what to expect. Today is Thursday, I thought, and today is the day that perhaps I am going to meet my fate.

Doug had heard my story and had questioned me on it in detail. He knew what I thought I wanted. He was delighted to help me, to play in our little drama. He had my letter, written in my own hand, addressed to him, which detailed everything.

He had also purchased a pint bottle of castor oil at the drug store, the only item on the list that he did not have in advance. And he had made the calls, I believe, talked to Mrs.Berger, explained our relationship, and had her surprised (and he says, delighted and enthusiastic) agreement to participate.

He told her that he had been regularly spanking me, had nude photos of me that he knew she would want to see, and had ideas of advanced discipline for me that he wanted to discuss with her. She was cautious, but interested, after all, this was really right up her alley, and it was being handed to her on a silver platter, so to speak.

This time, for the first time, I did not drive to his place. I knew that if the adventure was going to go according to his plan that I would be taken home, in bondage, by Mrs. Berger. My car would only be in the way. I went there by cab, dressed as usual in jeans and a sweater.

The clothes made no difference. I would be nude as soon as I got there. Doug’s house was no different than at any other time. The furnishings are sparse, but adequate. The room down in the basement, which was the “playroom” looked the same. But on the floor stood a brown paper bag.

Doug instructed me to strip down to my panties, but to leave them on, a pair of black nylon bikini panties that he had bought for me that he liked. I was to put each article of clothing that I removed into that paper bag.

Soon enough I was almost nude, trembling slightly, though not from fright. Doug had seen me nude now a number of times and had used me in the various ways that a punished girl is used. Instead, I was trembling in anticipation. This might be the night that Mrs. Berger would join us, and if she did, there was no telling how the agenda might go.

This time, for preparation, all that happened was that Doug put wrist cuffs on me and fastened my wrists behind my back. I was helpless. And I was wondering if she would appear, and if she did show up, if she would participate, and if she did participate how severe she would be with me. I had fantasies about how she would be dressed.

No matter what she had on top I knew that she would wear a black merry widow, a short corset like garment, only hip length, and with that, black opera length hose and garters. And of course, black panties that revealed more than they hid, through which would clearly be visible her fulsome behind. I had seen her dressed this way, and it really depressed me. It also really excited me. I had visions of kissing that large, shapely bottom, of thrusting my tongue up inside, and I hated these visions. And secretly begged that she make it happen.

I stood, just marking time. The phone rang.

Doug went upstairs to talk, and seemed gone forever. Then the doorbell rang. I could hear voices as he answered upstairs, but could not identify who was there. I could only hope. Footsteps could be heard, two pair were coming down the stairs, and there she was!!

Mrs. Giselle Berger stood there, looking just gorgeous, dressed in a simple, severe black dress. She looked around the room, looked finally at me, standing wearing only my panties, mywrists fastened behind my back. “My dear”, she said. “You can’t imagine how glad I am to see you here. And looking so lovely, too”.

I stood still as her hands ran across my lower body, fondling my bottom, gently squeezing one cheek of my ass. Her hands ran up my front, taking hold of each bare breast and fondling me. She took my nipples, each between a thumb and forefinger and gently squeezed, bringing them to instant erection. Then using my nipples to pull by, dragged me in very close.

“Let me see your tongue,” she commanded. I opened my mouth, showed her the tip of my tongue. Squeezing somewhat harder, she ordered me “Further, darling. Stick it all the way out so that I can see it!”

I complied.

She opened her mouth, and we deep kissed. And gently, she bit down on my tongue. Not very hard, but hard enough. This was not at all what I had expected. “My dear,” she said, “Doug has told me how naughty you’ve been. I’m not really surprised, but it’s nice to have confirmation that I have been correct. He has asked that I help in modifying your behavior. Won’t that be fun?”

And in saying that she squeezed hard on each erect nipple, making me gasp. She removed the black frock. She did not have the merry widow on, rather, she was wearing only a sexy looking deep cut black bra, and black panty hose. This emphasized her curvaceous figure and with her high heels, she had a totally queenly appearance.

Doug, watching closely, his eyes popping out at the sight, was obviously very erect. It seemed certain that at least for now, he was going to be a voyeur in this drama, not a direct participant. It also seemed that he did not mind in the least what might happen to me.

Giselle sat, and pulled me over her lap, bottom up. Her hands fondled my bikini-clad rump, squeezing here and there, probing a bit. A hand ran inside the waistband and squeezed naked flesh, not hard, but rather more a loving squeeze. She quickly pulled my panties down, tugged them all the way off, and asked me to open my legs so that she could see all my parts.

Her hands probed here and there. First a finger touched all around my vulva, testing for creaminess. I was sopping wet. The finger probed inward, deeply, came out again and rubbed gently across my now erect clit, almost making me leap off her lap. The finger found its way between the upturned cheeks of my bottom, found the rosebud pointing up at her, gently forced its way inside, full depth. This also seemed to please her. “Ooh yes, you are just lovely,” she said, “just the way I knew you would be.”

She raised her right hand and spanked me fiercely across one cheek of my upturned bottom. Very slowly, she lectured me on good behavior, punctuating almost every point with another hard swat on my bare bottom, first on one cheek and then the other, alternating back and forth it seemed, to be sure that each side got its fair share. Well, each side got more than its fair share.

Very soon she brought me to tears. This went on for a while, much longer than I had expected, and much more of a spanking than Doug had ever given me. I was crying now, not knowing what to say.

I begged her to stop, promising her as a little girl might that I would be good, that I would never again be disrespectful, that I would obey her in anything, just anything, that she might want me to do.

Finally she pushed me off onto the floor, ordered me to kneel before her. I had truly been punished and my bottom felt like it was on fire. I felt humiliated to be treated this way, and to have Doug see me treated this way.

I felt totally ashamed of myself for getting myself into this situation. And I felt totally under her control. But most of all, I felt absolutely, orgasmically excited. She was Queen, she was in charge, and what would happen was completely up to her. What she wanted from me, she would get!

She took off her black bra, and showed me (and Doug) a pair of delicious, shapely, large breasts. She offered me a thick, dark brown nipple to kiss. I had no doubts whatever about what was going to happen now, and I did just as she indicated she wanted me to do, I leaned forward, and took that luscious morsel into my mouth and sucked it lovingly.

Shortly, her hand found my earlobe, and pulled me downward. She shucked her black underpants, spread her husky, shapely thighs, and showed me a musky crotch, obviously excited, that she wanted me to kiss as a gesture of submission.

All the time that I had known her, hated her, always I had known that this was what I really wanted. I had dreamed about it a thousand times, the thought of me being on my knees, kneeling before her widespread thighs, peering into her open, expectant crotch, looking at the pink lips and her erect clit, standing up and awaiting my kiss.

I knew the significance of this position. I was going to lean forward and kiss her there, and suck her juices, and give her pleasure. And by so doing, she was going to take possession of me to use me any way that she chose to use me in the future. I was going to be converted to her slave girl, and she would own me and operate me.

I buried my face in it, her gorgeous, feminine cunt, tasting her juices, enjoying the strange flavors and enjoying the sexy, gorgeous feeling of the humiliation of doing this with Doug watching. He loved it.

I was still on my knees between her thighs when she reached to the table for the bottle of castor oil, and a tablespoon. A large spoonful was poured, and offered to me. I pursed my lips, knowing that no taste did I hate so much as this.

I refused.

She smiled, reached over and took a nipple, and pinched HARD. It hurt, really hurt. I screamed, not understanding her sudden change in mood. She said, “Now there you are being willful, disobedient. That is exactly what I am going to correct.” She pinched again, and I immediately opened my mouth wide, and got for my troubles the tablespoonful of the castor oil. I gagged on it, but managed to swallow it down.

“Would you like another?” she asked.

When I gasped out “NOOO,” she pinched again, saying, “Now that IS the WRONG answer, darling. Let me ask again. Would you like another?”

I knew what would happen if I said no again. I did not know what to say. She said it for me. She said, “May I have another, that would be the way that you would say it if you had good manners.” She gave me another pinch, this time not so hard but still hard enough. And of course, I did ask for another, and was duly rewarded with a large spoonful, and then a moment later, another and another…

I was let alone for a while, while Giselle and Doug disappeared upstairs. They were gone for a long time.

When they came back, I could see that Doug had lost his erection. Giselle sat down again before me, her thighs spread again, and beckoned me to lick her. I did, of course, and found now that she was ever so much more juicy than before, a totally different flavor too, I could taste more that her juices this time.

Obviously, out of my sight, they had fucked. She had paid Doug, in a sense, for turning me over to her for discipline, and she had thanked him in the manner he liked best. Giselle reached into her purse, and found a new toy, a large nipple clip that she attached to one of my nipples, and snapped a leash onto it. This was a new way to lead somebody around. She found my coat, threw it over my shoulders, took the leash in one hand, the paper bag with my clothes in the other, said goodbye to Doug, and led me out to her car.

As she led me, her attitude seemed to be that of a great lady who had just procured a new toy, and now meant to take it home and play with it in depth. I was the toy. And I knew this game that we were going to play. She was going to make the rules and I was going to abide by them - without any limits. She would be judge and jury and enforcer.

In the car, she reached into the coat, took my other breast in her hand and very gently fondled it, rubbing the nipple. She turned her face to me, and offered me a very wet kiss, and as well, a totally confusing mixture of sensations and feelings.

Her hand ran between my thighs, into my pussy, feeling its wetness. She gently, very gently fingered my clit, bringing me almost, but not quite to orgasm. And she nibbled on my ear lobe, and thrust a tongue into my ear, in the meanwhile whispering, “Darling girl, I am going to be your teacher, and I am going to just love being your teacher. Did you enjoy going down on me?”

Considering the remarkable talent she had shown for pinching my nipples and making me do her thing, I knew I had better give the right answer. I said that I loved it. “Good,” she said, “since you like it so well, do it again, right now.”

So, for another ten or fifteen minutes we sat parked in front of Doug’s house, my face buried in her humid cunt, my tongue sucking her clit, and all the while, that castor oil was doing its insidious work, taking me ever closer to that particular point of no return.

Away we drove, finally, towards home. I was certain that I would never make it there, considering the wild sensations in my bowels. Somehow, I did manage to hold on long enough, my stomach heaving and quenching as she led me up the stairs, firmly holding the leash. I begged for permission to go to the bathroom, and to my surprise, it was granted without question. Giselle was for the moment in her sweet phase. I came back out, and was granted permission to shower and to rest a bit. Rest for what? Well, as it turned out, for quite a bit more.

An hour later, after relaxing and watching the evening news on TV, she ordered me up. My hands were still fastened behind my back, and after some really loving, gentle play with my nipples, we began to discuss discipline. She reviewed my conduct over the past several years that we had known each other.

She pointed to a number of specific instances where, she thought, I could have, should have behaved differently. Now, she told me, she was going to teach me a number of things about better manners and better behavior and that total obedience to recognized authority were certainly vital parts of the lessons.

Obviously, she was now the recognized authority that she referred to. To determine if I was sufficiently obedient, she turned her back to me, bent forward to give me a delightful view of her bare ass, her legs spread so that I could see her brown rosette, almost winking at me. I knew what she wanted me to do, to give it a long, wet, sweet thrusting kiss. At that point, I could not.

She said that this was disobedience, exactly what she had meant. And announcing this, she bent me over the end of the couch, my bottom raised. She left me there for a moment, went to fetch something from the closet, and showed it to me, a wicked looking leather strap, about 18″ long, 3″ wide, and the end cut into three separate tongues of leather. She told me that it was a trainer, sometimes called a tawse, but by any name a marvelous tool for one job, for teaching.

She said that nature had provided every female a place to be taught, her naked behind. There, lessons could be given, that might be painful for the moment, but they would be remembered and no permanent harm would come. And with that, she raised the tawse, and SLAP!!

A fiery streak, right across the crowns of both cheeks. I screamed out. She said nothing, and for a long time, the only sound in the room was the voice from the TV. Time dragged, and my behind was on fire. I had never really felt anything like it before. And then, SLAP!! Again, she burned my bottom, as before.

Now it hurt twice as much, if that was possible. I was sobbing, crying, begging her to let me go. All that got me was a third and then a fourth shot of the wicked tawse across my rump. She asked me questions about things I had done the previous year, about things I had said, about Doug.

She wanted to know if I had been letting him fuck me. I said no. That immediately earned me another vicious swat with the tawse. Again she asked, and this time I confessed. She wanted to know if I had him use me in the ass. I denied it, and got yet another stroke. I confessed that Doug had been using me anally. She noted that down for future reference, as if that was another transgression that she intended to cure. I was crying hysterically now, willing to tell her anything, willing to confess to any sin, and getting in the process a barnburner of a spanking.

Suddenly it stopped. She said to me, “What would you like to do, now?” I knew there was only one answer to that question, and I said it, “Please let me show you let me kiss your beautiful ass.” She smiled slightly, bent forward again, and again, offered her brown rosette to my tongue.

Now, finally, I did what I had always really wanted to do. I thrust my tongue against it, probed inward slightly, tasted her strange flavor, and gave her truly the kiss of total obedience. She left the room. After what seemed a long time, she returned, carrying a paper plate. I knew what would happen next, and sure enough, she found a spoon, and then asked me if I wanted my dessert now.

I gulped, cried again, and said no.

And for that refusal, got another two strokes of the tawse. She asked again, and knowing that this would go on until I said yes, I did so. She made me request it, made me ask her to please feed me my dessert


3. Special Delivery
by Stephanie Sarg

Danielle set down her reading and got up to answer the front door. When she opened it, there was a special delivery courier with a small package in one hand and a clip board in the other. “Special delivery for a Miss D. Steele,” he intoned boredly. “I’m Danielle Steele, but I didn’t order anything,” she replied quizzically. “Well, it’s addressed to you, if you don’t want it I’ll just return it as undeliverable, it’s your choice,” he answered quickly. “Uh, no, that’s all right, I’ll take it,” she rejoined, “where do I sign?” After scribbling her initials in a box next to her name, the young courier handed her the package and was off her porch and making tracks to his delivery van. Dani closed the door and returned to he den, where upon she sat down and inspected the package. It was cube shaped, about five or six inches square she figured, and there was no return address of any kind on the outside wrapper. She tore off the brown paper and opened the box. Inside was a matching panty-bra set. It was obvious that they were made of pure silk and very expensive! She ran her fingers over the white frilly lingerie, and for some unknown reason she shivered, from the contact of the smooth material on her skin. She poked around inside the box looking for a note or letter, but found none. “It must some sort of give away,” she reasoned to herself, “a company sending out free samples or something!” She placed the undies aside and returned to her reading, not giving any of it a second thought.

The buzz of the alarm clock roused Dani to life and she dragged herself into the bathroom to take a quick shower and get ready for work. Sitting down at her dressing table, she applied her makeup and gave her short haircut a couple of fast strokes with her brush. She glanced around to find some underwear, and noticed the set that had be mailed to her the day before. Shrugging her shoulders as if to say why not, she slipped the panties on and tugged them up over her round ass and bulging pubic mound. “A perfect fit,” she thought, while slipping her arms through the straps of the white silk bra. She adjusted her 36C tits in the soft cups and looked at her image in the mirror, and said aloud, “Well whoever sent me these things knew my size to a tee!!!” She pulled on a sweater and skirt and bounded out the door to her car. Her step had a lift to it that was almost noticeable, even she sensed that she felt more alive than she had in years! At thirty eight, Dani was anything but a wallflower, but she never really felt comfortable around men, and therefore didn’t put herself in the position where she would have to spend any more time than was necessary with the opposite sex! Sometimes she felt a pang of desire in her heart, but it was quickly replaced by the sense that if she didn’t get involved she wouldn’t get hurt--either physically or mentally!

While driving the twenty minutes to her workplace in the suburbs, an insurance adjusting office, she found herself paying more attention to the men she saw walking on the side walks, or in passing automobiles. This was definitely out of the ordinary, but she seemed absolutely keen on giving every man she saw the once over! Something else that wasn’t quite right, or at least she felt it wasn’t right, her breasts, they seemed to be fuller almost tingling, as if she were sexually aroused! Same thing with her vagina, it was as if someone or something was touching it, not probing mind you, but just resting a hand on her mons, causing her to dampen her new panties! As she drove on the sensation grew stronger, until at a stop light she found herself massaging her chest through her sweater! The guy in the car next to her stared vicariously as she kneaded her breasts with both hands! When the light turned red, the car behind her finally honked its horn to get her to move out. She let her foot off the brake and accelerated down the street, but for some unknown reason, she felt an enormous need to have an orgasm! Dani’s vagina was now beginning to itch something terrible, and if she couldn’t get her hand on her clitoris soon, she was sure she would lose her mind! Finally she couldn’t take it anymore, so she swerved out of traffic and pulled over to the curb and parked her car. Not caring who if anyone was watching, she slid her hand up under her skirt and buried her fingers in her steaming cunt! Almost immediately she climaxed viciously for at least a minute! Never in her whole life had she experienced such a thunderous rending of her pussy!!!

By the time she got to the office she had regained her composure and walked only slightly unsteadily to her office. Tom and Amanda were already there, and Mandy offered to get Dani a cup of coffee as she passed her desk in the outer office. “Sounds good, bring it in, will you,” replied Dani? Sitting down behind her desk, Dani started to go through several files the home office had sent over, one being on a suspicious fire and another on a stolen car. She was half way through the first file when Mandy came in with her coffee and set it down on her desk. “What’s up today, boss,” Mandy asked cheerfully!?! Dani was about to go into detail on the burned garage when something strange came over her. Almost as if under hypnosis, she said to Mandy, “Look what came special delivery yesterday, what do you think?” Dani had since stood up and stripped off all of her clothing save her new bra and panties! Mandy sat there dumb struck, hardly able to speak, she was so taken aback by what was happening! “Well,” Dani went on, “what do you think!?!” “Uh,” stammered Mandy, “very nice, very nice!” “I think so too,” offered Dani, as she spun around in a circle to give Mandy a 360 degree look at her body! Stepping around her desk she said, “Feel the quality of this material, it’s the best I’ve ever seen!” When Mandy made no move to feel it, Dani reached out and took her hand and placed it right on her cunt! “Now, have you ever felt anything so soft and smooth in you life,” asked Dani!?! Mandy had never touched a woman so intimately before, but she had to admit that the material in the panties was like nothing she had ever felt! Heat was pouring out of Dani’s cunt, and in a whispered voice she said huskily, “Slip them off, I want to show you something else!” When Mandy looked up, she discovered that Dani had already removed her bra and that her large firm breasts were hanging free just above her head! With Mandy’s hand still on her pussy, Dani let out a low moan and said, “I don’t know what’s happening, but I’m having another orgasm right now!!!” Even though she only had her hand on the panties, Mandy felt her hand getting soaked by the flood of juice filling the crotch of her boss! As she climaxed, Dani took one of her nipples and guided it into Mandy’s mouth where upon she begged, “Suck it for me, baby, let mama nurse her little girl!!!” Mandy had never sucked a woman’s breast, but the taste and texture of Dani’s big nipple was unreal!!! She let her tongue swirl all over the hard bud, causing Dani to push her chest hard into her face! When she was done climaxing, Dani sat back down on the edge of her desk with her legs wide apart. She leaned over and buzzed Tom’s desk and asked him to come into her office!

A few seconds later the door swung open and Tom came in and started to ask, “What can I do for you b-b-boss,” stammering like a school boy getting caught dipping a pig tail in the ink well!?! “Eat my pussy,” Dani ordered, “and I mean right now!!!” Tom looked over at Mandy who only shrugged her shoulders as if to say, “You’re on your own pal!!!” Tom immediately became erect in his trousers, even under these unusual circumstances! Dani, while not the “belle of the ball”, had a very nice set of tits, and her cunt was a brown furry mass of curly pubic hair that fairly begged to have a mouth on it! Gingerly at first he got down on his knees and leaned his face into the steaming cauldron that was Dani’s cunt!!! When his lips touched hers, she moaned again, unable to control the fury that was welling up inside of her! “You know what to do, Tom,” she begged, “my clit, do my clit!!!” While at first he was a little hesitant, like any man, he let his pecker do his thinking for him! Hard as a piece of blue steel, he tongue lashed Dani’s pussy up and down her drooling crack! He loved sucking his boss’s cunt, but what Tom really needed right now was to bury his snake deep into her tight little fuck hole! Standing up, he tore at his belt and zipper, and shoved his pants and shorts to his ankles with one push. His thick seven inches bobbed in the air just inches from the hole that so desperately needed to be filled! Dani reached down and took his manhood into her fist and guided it into her gaping pussy! When his head had just cleared the entrance, Tom rammed his member all the way in with one might plunge! Dani’s eyes rolled back into her head and she groaned loudly while shoving her cunt towards the thick cudgel that sprouted from tom’s loins! “Okay you fucking bastard,” she spat, “so you want to fuck me, huh!?!” “Well jam me you mother fucking piece of garbage, give me your fucking cock right now, harder you fucking pussy, you’re nothing but a fucking pussy!!!” Hearing his boss swear like a truck driver was like an aphrodisiac to Tom! He tore into her like a hungry lion, ramming her helpless cunt into submission with hard, fast, vicious strokes!!! She met each thrust with one of her own and both of them raced down climax highway at break neck speed!!! It was if they were trying to beat each other to the finish line, but as luck would have it they were doomed to dead heat!!! Tom roared out loud and Dani screamed out calling him a fucking machine when they both exploded in a mutual shower of orgasmic lust!!!

Tom, now unable to stand up, fell back into one of the several chairs in front of Dani’s desk. Dani herself panted like a race horse after a big race, gulping in air at an unbelievable pace! Mandy was the first one to speak up when she said, “Well, I guess the fire wasn’t in the garage after all, it was in Dani’s cunt!!!”


4. Hand that Rocks the Cradle

“Can hardly back out now” Emeline told herself.

Just for a second she glanced across at her own bedroom window, not twenty feet from where she now stood in her neighbor’s palatial suite across the way.


For his part, Keith Leighton remained seated in the bedroom chair, gazing with unabashed lust at his soon-to-be teenage conquest. Cognizant of the fact she was now of legal age – after all, he had attended at the behest of her parents, the girl’s eighteenth birthday party just a week earlier – he aimed to make at the very least, a down-payment on the years of aggravated tease he had endured watching her grow from a cutesy pre-teen to the curvy young schoolgirl that now stood across the room from him.


Dressed as she was in that short denim skirt teamed with a simple though tight-fitting rose-colored top, one could hardly be surprised were the man’s thoughts to be aired aloud. She had come here of her own volition, dressed somewhat provocatively as usual. Slim with shoulder-length curly brown hair, yet standing only five-two, she would have appeared to any onlooker to be no more than fifteen or sixteen.


Aware from an early age that her next-door neighbor always seemed to be somewhere close-by when she was outside playing, she began to see a pattern to his activities as she moved into her teenage years. If she was hanging clothes out, he would call out “Hi Emmy” over the fence. Not infrequently, he would walk up to the grocery store when she would be running errands for her mom. Always the same breezy “Hi Em,” or “How’s School?” She began to enjoy the attention.


Why he and his wife had no children of their own she couldn’t say but what was obvious, whenever any opportunity came-up for him to talk to her, he would seize the opportunity with considerable relish.


Moving into her mid-teens she sensed her neighbor’s interest in her developing body. More than once she noticed him at the upstairs window when she was sunning herself by the pool. Didn’t take much in the way of geometric application to figure out that in his case, the angle of incidence between her swim-top and cleavage was pretty much equal to the visible hypotenuse down her rear cleft when she would bend over to retrieve a towel. She made it a habit in fact (whenever he was there at least) to thus accentuate if not prolong any such body movement.


Keith himself was once even caught-out by his wife in as compromising a position as may be envisaged. Seated in his chair near the open window, staring down at the young girl’s barely-clad rear-end, he was jerking himself to glory courtesy of both the visuals and his own rampantly impure thought-processes, when his spouse walked in.


“Keith Leighton!” she squealed in abject jealous rage. “Are you spying on that little hussy next door again?” then, walking to the window as he feverishly tried hiding the evidence of his indiscretion, she stood there hands-on-hips. “I knew it – she’s walking round in just her bikini…and just a teenage girl too – what’s WRONG with you Keith?”


It was less than eighteen months later that she left him.


Three years on and Keith’s fantasies had evolved big time. No longer was he satisfied by the frequent display of the girl’s cleavage and a deal of orgasmic solace brought on by imagining her in multiple provocative poses in his own bedroom. To put it succinctly if not quite crudely – he wanted his hands down her panties!


Nor had Emeline reached her tender eighteen years without some radically wayward hormonal input. From sixteen onwards, she had orchestrated many a satisfied moment in bed, imagining herself to be the submissive plaything of her admittedly good-looking neighbor. Simply the thought of him watching her through her bedroom window dressing for school some mornings, made her so hot she was still moist at recess. To ensure the continuity of this particular fantasy, she had of late, taken to leaving her bedroom curtains agape slightly, so that any and all post-shower activities including tugging up her panties and hooking her bra together were fully visible to her favored voyeur. Had her father known, he would either have spanked his daughter senseless or grounded her cellphone big time.


Only two days earlier Keith had (for once accidentally) run into the girl at the corner store and learned that both her parents would be away for the weekend, having to attend a relative’s funeral unexpectedly. In a moment of rash opportunistic enthusiasm he had then asked the girl if she might like to come over for dinner the following night. “We could maybe watch a movie” he had offered as an afterthought.


Despite coming up with a blush of significant proportions, Emeline had replied, “Oh, sure…why not?” to which he had needed to grip the nearest display rack for support. The die was most certainly cast!


All of which brings us back to the opening paragraph.


“Dinner” had been a fairly quiet little affair. Few words beyond some idle chatter although both of them sensed that the likelihood of a movie actually getting played was on the remote side. Keith was finding it difficult to drag his eyes away from the young girl’s breasts while Emeline’s hands betrayed her extreme nervousness.


“You know, I can see right into your bedroom sweetheart,” Keith mumbled in desperation.


“You want to come upstairs and see?”


In terms of a subtle verbal exchange, he may as well have asked her to remove her skirt and top and go sit on the fridge with her legs spread – it’s pretty much what he had in mind anyway! Breaking off eye contact but nodding perceptibly she then followed him to the staircase, allowing him to take her arm and lead her to where they both had in mind to go.


“Did you leave those curtains open deliberately Emeline?” he asked her quietly.


Still looking across at her home and fully aware he would have been staring at her rearward figure, she took her time answering.


“Sometimes,” she giggled. “Why? Did you enjoy looking at me?”


“I have to be honest Emmy – yes I did! Does that make me a bad person?” he asked.


Once again, a brief hiatus ensued.


“Not really,” she answered, turning around to face him. “I DID tease you!”


“You still are,” he grinned.


“How’s that?” she asked, genuinely curious.


“Just by being here,” he told her. “You must know how I feel sweetie?”


She simply shrugged her shoulders.


“You’re old enough to be my father,” she muttered, a sexy smile still hanging around that pretty mouth. “You shouldn’t be thinking like that about a schoolgirl!” If she had been in possession of a lollipop right at that moment she would have struck the appropriate pose.


He stared at her – quite at the end of his tether.


“Come here,” he whispered.


She sidled over to him standing right in front of the chair. Raising his hands he cupped both her rear cheeks, behavior that in other circumstances would have signified a degree of retaliatory action, if not some sharp verbal admonishment. Emeline simply stood there.


The sensation of fondling the young girl’s bottom rendered him almost catatonic. In his wildest dreams, nothing could have felt this sexy. That she was just standing there letting him – was more than he dared hope.


So far as Emeline was concerned, to have what amounted to a middle-age man patting and feeling her backside was something of a major arousal factor. Never having had even a boy touch her intimately, this was totally new territory and one she intended to explore further.


Sliding both hands up the back of her skirt however brought forth a soft cry of surprise.


“You really shouldn’t be doing this Mr. Leighton,” she muttered, yet making no move to retreat.


Direct contact with the girl’s panties, the gentle curvature of her bottom, the warmth of her body, all contributed to his burgeoning desire. Given her close proximity now, the girl’s breasts jutted but inches above seated eye-level. What he would have given to be able to suck them right at that moment.


Emeline was breathing hard. She could hardly believe she was allowing this man to molest her like this and yet her body was dictating the pace. She was prepared to go farther she knew!


“Would you sit on my lap Em?” he asked softly, with little hope of her acquiescence.


With no thoughts of the possible consequences, she turned and sat down demurely on his knee – always assuming it’s possible for a hot teenage girl to sit on a forty-plus year old man’s knee demurely! We might need to hold an open debate on that one!


The bad news from Keith Leighton’s point of view is that this took immediate care of his rear-end fondling activities whilst the good news is that he now found himself staring directly over her shoulder and down the sexiest cleavage one could hope to espy in three lifetimes.


Whatever Emeline was expecting next in the way of illicit bodily treatment, being kissed softly on the side of her neck was not on the agenda. The gentlest of “Ohhs” coincided with several ripples of pleasure making their way past her collarbone and on to areas of her body that might best be described as “interesting.” Unable to prevent a gentle squirm, she thought she could feel something that might be considered a work-in-progress beneath her bottom suddenly. “Surely not already?” she thought to herself.


Spare a thought for poor old Keith though. There he was sitting in his bedroom, nothing much to think about except the one hundred and fifteen pounds of sexy schoolgirl perched on his lap. A face-full of fragrant hair addling his senses, a handful of semi-exposed teenage breasts within reach, one curvy little rear-end beneath that mini-skirt, massaging his procreative equipment and the girl’s parents some three-eighty miles distant! What the Hell else could he do but get happy down there?


Tentatively he reached up and cupped her left breast. His brain turned to mush! What purpose in winning Powerball when you could have this instead? he figured. The girl let out a little squeal and the obligatory “nooo” but this was soon rendered obsolete by virtue of his other hand enclosing her right breast additionally. Fondling both of course had a dramatic effect on the playing field, since his gentle squeezing was causing both breasts to bulge prominently out of her bra and into his peripheral line of vision. Her increased respiratory rate simply upped the ante.


Emeline could but stare down her own smooth cleavage. Aroused and embarrassed in equal measure, her body was reacting to stimuli it had never known but had long since wanted to know. She decided to lie back and enjoy it. Turning her head slightly she was neither surprised nor affronted when her partner of more than twice her age, inclined his head and kissed her full on the lips. Whatever message that sent to the rest of her body, restraint certainly wasn’t embedded in the text.


Keith was a man on a mission; though spreading the word in the bowels of Africa was not to be found in his immediate itinerary. Travelling was though – all the way from her upper chest to the hem of that hot little mini-skirt. Before the girl could even muster the breath to yell out “Daddy, where are you?” he had slipped his left hand up where he shouldn’t, and was even now tugging at her hemline to reveal a particularly sexy pair of light orange panties curving down between her legs.


At this she gasped, spluttered and made a really impressive show of trying to drag free his arm. Not too good mind – the last thing she wanted at this stage was to bring about his total surrender – just a warning shot across the bows was her game plan.


Keith was not to be denied though and at the point his fingers made contact with the front of her panties – at quite the naughtiest port of disembarkation if one is to be a realist, her resistance faded into the ether. Any keen observer might even have detected the subtle parting further of her slim legs. Nothing that might cause one to broadcast aloud “Holy Hell – what a slut,” but just enough to maintain interest you might say.


Beginning now to rub the girl’s vaginal area through the silky material, Keith’s mouth was as dry as the Utah salt flats whilst Emeline’s eyes were closed and her hips beginning to wriggle with enforced pleasure.


“Don’t put your hand inside my panties,” she murmured, just on the off-chance he hadn’t planned to.


For a while he had no need to cross that particular bridge. The pressure of his fingers alone on that virginal if not vertical chasm running due south, was sufficient to have the girl sighing with contentment. More than once he detected her thrusting noticeably upwards with her hips, to avail herself of whatever frictional delights were on offer.


“I want you to cum Emmy,” he whispered, nuzzling her neck as he did so. Then in defiance of her words, he slipped his hand beneath the waistline of her panties, parting her hitherto unexplored pubic curls, his middle finger slipping effortlessly into that incalculably hot crevasse beyond. So shocked was the teenager, yet so far down the slipway in terms of sheer arousal, all she could do was part her legs yet wider and place one small hand atop her own panties as he began to penetrate her digitally. A virgin as yet, access was something less than full-screen, still he knew what he was doing and after a few minutes – she did too! Completely unlike anything she had brought off herself, the orgasm radiated outwards from her pussy in concentric circles. Her whole being shook with its tidal progress, her mouth open in silent ecstasy even before her nipples began tingling as the nerve endings transmitted their message of good will to all parts of the body.


For all of two minutes no one uttered a word. Etiquette was responsible for Keith withdrawing his hand from between the girl’s legs and assuming a more modest location linked up with its compatriot around Emeline’s waist. It was fully a minute before she even tugged her skirt back down, thus covering both her panties and the recently occupied crime-zone.


“I can’t believe I let you do that,” she whispered finally.


“Me either,” he replied. “Did it feel good sweetheart?”


Now that did bring a fully-fledged blush to her cheeks. Rather than commit herself, she simply nodded. He wanted right then to cup her breasts again but thought better of it.


“What would you say Emmy if I asked you to take your skirt and top off for me?” He knew he was skirting the edge of likely resistance now…. “Just here in the bedroom – I only want to look at you sweetie.”


Not wishing to be regarded as wholly promiscuous, yet aroused herself way past the point of provocative tease, she disengaged herself from his knee and crossed to the bay window.


“So….you want me to walk around in just my panties and bra for you, right? Nothing else?”


He would have promised her anything at this stage. “Of course honey, that’s all!” he told her.


Standing just to the left of the ornate drapes she looked back at him for a moment. He felt like he was waiting for the video ref to adjudicate on a vital point that might decide the outcome of the match.


With anything but self-assured deliberation, she kicked-off her shoes then reached around and slowly pulled down the zipper on her skirt. It was a sight he would treasure the rest of his life. Wriggling her hips delicately, the item fell to the ground as she stepped out of it. Not that he was watching, his eyes now riveted on her panties or more precisely, that darkened triangular area clearly visible through the sheer material. With a growing confidence and fully aware suddenly just what power a teenage girl’s body has in the presence of the male desperate, she took hold of her top with both hands and raised it slowly over her head, knowing of course that her neighbor had probably observed her doing exactly this on nights past when she was getting ready for bed.


Transfixed as the young girl’s sexy breasts were momentarily highlighted inside their matching orange protector as she lifted her arms, the man felt an intense marshalling of resources between his own legs. This was hardly a sight for sane eyes, he knew.


Thus clad in just her underwear now, Emeline stood there with her arms covering up her chest in time-honored fashion.


“Turn round honey,” he pleaded.


Her compliance stripped away perhaps the last shred of his sanity. Looking as he was now on that provocative semi-undressed young female, sculptured rear-end clad only in those tight figure-hugging panties, flared hips that blended upwards into the curviest of figures. He could so easily have raped her silly and been happy with the twenty-year sentence.


She could feel his lust emanating outwards in waves. Trouble is, it didn’t bother her.


“Take your bra off baby,” he whispered…. “Please!”


She wanted to do it…even before he asked.


Reaching behind her, she located the clasp and the bra was on its way to join the other accoutrements on the floor. He had no need to ask – she turned around to face him, both hands at her sides.


If his mouth was dry before, it was now a case of major dehydration. Staring fixedly at her beautifully developed breasts – though still to reach their full volumetric potential – he could but watch as she brought both hands up to her chest and began idly fondling herself, teasing him unmercifully by gently pulling on both nipples, the resulting effect of which was lost on neither of them.


Probably unaware that in her sexually enlightened condition she was uttering now the occasional sounds herself, the spell was broken only by Keith’s sudden child-like utterance, “Let me take your panties off Emmy. I have to see you naked.”


She neither answered nor rebuked him – simply walked towards his chair slowly.


As if mesmerized herself, she just stood there arms at her side, watching almost dispassionately as he raised his hands to the waistband of her panties before tugging them slowly below knee level towards her ankles. As her pussy was exposed, she gave a soft cry but stood her ground, stepping out of her panties now totally naked.


Just what Keith Leighton’s peristaltic rate was at that second is anyone’s guess. Reduced to gulping air to stay conscious, he meekly asked the girl if she would walk around the room for him.


For some reason quite at ease in his presence and reveling in the effect her nakedness was having on him, she walked to the far wall and back, fully aware that even such limited activity was causing her breasts and nipples to bounce in time with her stride. It wasn’t something Keith had overlooked either! Obviously with a plan to fully disable his emotional gyroscope, she paused near the double bed, bending over sufficiently so that not only her elbows were resting on the coverlet, but her hot little bottom was now taking center-stage in terms of provocative tease.


Uncaring that his erection at this stage was an unmissable viewing option even to an octogenarian with bi-focals, he stood up and crossed the carpet to where Miss Sexy-Cheeks was strutting her possessions better than might Paris Hilton on to her fourth Vodka chaser.


A new sensory delight awaited them both.


He had never really thought about spanking a teenage girl before and most certainly not a naked one. Let’s face it – who ever gets the chance to do so anyway? From Emeline’s viewpoint this was likewise, a scenario quite unimagined, even in some of her hottest and least publishable fantasies. That said, she let out quite a sizeable yelp as his hand impacted quite decisively across her curvy rear end. Truth is, she enjoyed the experience quite as much as her debauched neighbor and despite some minor procrastination, she maintained her submissive stance right through the next half a dozen spanks. The sight of her reddening tail quite tickled his fancy. It was so deliciously naughty!


Speaking of tickling, it cannot be underestimated just how inviting the view is of a girl bent over a bed with her legs slightly apart, as Emeline was right that second. Should she be thus endowed with a light dusting of sexy brown pubic hair, this aspect becomes highly arousing in the short term. Keith was highly aroused already, so this merely tipped his hormones into hyper drive. Pulling up from his seventh spank he thrust a hand up between the girl’s legs and needing little in the way of an exploratory, located and penetrated her vagina with his middle finger. So well lubricated was she, the situation had promise.


“Ohhh” she cried in shocked disbelief, “That’s naughty, Mr. Leighton,” she giggled. “And it’s not nice to spank young girls either you know,” she added with precious little credibility in her voice.


“Call me Keith would you please Emmy?” he sounded hurt. “As for my not being nice, how many teenage girls do you think tease their neighbors stupid by bending over a bed naked and wriggling their tushy in his face? Not too many I’m guessing!”


“Well I can always get dressed and go home,” she teased, pulling his finger out as she turned around to face her tormentor.


“Like Hell you are,” he responded, pushing her backwards so that she fell on to her back on the coverlet. In that instant, both knew where this had always been leading.


“Are you going to rape me?” she asked, more enquiringly than with any degree of concern.


“If you want to leave now Emmy – you are perfectly free to pick your clothes up, go get dressed and hi-tail it back to your home. If you choose to stay though, you’ve got me so damn hot, I think I’m going to fuck you silly – probably all night.”


“I’m still a virgin,” she whispered, looking up at him with genuine consternation.


“Then I guess the question is young lady, do you want to stay one?”


Less than ten seconds passed before she shook her head slowly.


“Before I do anything Emmy,” he whispered with what she knew to be genuine sincerity, “I just want you to know that watching you grow up from a little girl, through your pre-teens right up to the beautiful young lady you are today, I quite lost my heart to you. I know the age difference means nothing can ever come of it, but I love you Em, I always have. If you do this with me tonight, I want you to know it means more to me than you can probably understand. I want you because you’re you, not just because you are such a sexy and desirable young girl……mind you, that does help!” he grinned.


Unsure just how to reply to his words, those pretty blue eyes betrayed her feelings at the point two tears rolled down either cheek. Raising her arms to him she pulled him closer. The ensuing kiss he bestowed on those full lips of hers, made up for a heap of inconsequential dialogue.


Needing to somewhat balance things up clothes-wise, he shucked off his pants and shirt, kneeling beside the prostrate girl in just his boxer shorts. She could hardly fail to notice the coiled serpent within and despite his many years experience in such matters; he felt a little shy in fully disrobing in front of her. As it happened, the girl’s curiosity proved to be a valuable catalyst in the game at hand. Shyly but with committed intent, she thrust her small hand inside his undies whereupon she took a firm hold of his engorged and long-suffering tool of trade. This time the man gasped audibly.


“God Emmy,” he muttered, “Talk about keen to test the merchandise.”


“Will this hurt?” she asked softly, still caressing him.


“Not if we’re careful baby.” He answered. “You’re eighteen now and well I guess you’ve been doing stuff yourself? Right?” She blushed but nodded.


“Yeah well, your hymen is probably pretty stretched now…it shouldn’t be a problem,” he added with what appeared to be a degree of knowledgeable conviction.


She allowed him to part her legs which excited her unbearably even though she knew he was staring, as would any man, at her most private of bodily orifices. He then slipped a pillow beneath her hips and navigated his way between her legs, holding his erection now in front of him. She gasped as he placed the head at her vaginal entrance that she knew was so wet and expectant.


As luck would have it, she felt virtually no pain as he pushed into her on the third attempt. That isn’t to say though that she felt nothing overall however. The sensation of his hardness penetrating her to the depths caused her to cry out in real-time ecstasy. This was pleasure with a capital P, Fucking with a capital F, the onset of sexual freedom.


She was most assuredly staying the night let’s say!


5. After Class Lessons

Professor Anders was one of those older women who just never lost the Ummmmphhh God gave em. She was maybe in her late 50's, classically graying hair, classy dress that only hinted at the body underneath. Best of all though, were those legs; Long, Tina Turner, Ya-So-I'm-Older-But-I-Still-Look-Damn-Good legs. I would sit in class every day and imagine feeling those legs on my shoulders.
At first the fantasies were just in passing when she bent or crouched down to get something, mere momentary flights of fantasy. In time though, I found myself imagining it more and more until I found I was not paying attention to what she was saying when she lectured any more. Instead, I was imagining those full lips kissing me or sucking me. My grades showed my lack of attention unfortunately.

After 4 exams I had gone from a 94 average to a 84 and Professor Anders took notice. I had been setting the curve but now I was bottoming out. She caught my attention as I walked into class and motioned me over to her. I have to admit, my heart was beating a mile a minute as I approached, I was sure she had noticed me staring at her big breasts or smiling as she bent over.

Her face was the kind that was pretty and you could tell, in younger years she was really a cutie. Not model pretty really, just pretty in a natural way. Her eyes were very kind and her lips were so full and so soft looking like she could suck star a. . .

"Vince?" Professor Anders was obviously waiting for a reply. Oh shit, she had been talking to me the whole time. "Is there?"

OK, when in doubt look dumb and confused. It's the classic college ploy for pity from the professors. That was a good plan, I went for it and looked stupid. It wasn't hard, all I had to do was take a moment to notice her conservative shirt was situated just right that I could see a hint of the swell of her breast through a tiny gap. Soft creamy flesh that rose and fell with her breathing. God I wanted to. . .

"OK Vince, I have to get the class started." She was mildly annoyed I could tell and it was then I realized she had probably repeated the question but I had once again not heard it. "If you have a minute would you hang around after class for a few, I'd like to talk to you."

"Sure." I replied and shifted my backpack to cover my erection. "No problem." I turned and walked to my seat berating myself for being such a geek. But those lips, her breasts, I was obsessed with this woman old enough to be my mother.

Class seemed to fly by and I was dreading it ending. I figured she was going to question me why I was doing so badly and I couldn't tell her the truth. She'd laugh her ass off and then tell all the other teachers and I would look like even more of a geek. I sat there trying to think of something I could say to maybe satisfy her. Then she bent over her desk and that sweet ass was just perfect to run up and. . .

Everyone else was getting up, I guess I missed the end of class. I put my note pad and book away and stood up. I held my backpack again over my erection and walked up to her sheepishly. I had no idea what I was going to say.

She looked up and smiled and gave me a motion to wait a second. The last students left the lecture hall and she stood and walked over to the door and closed and locked it. She turned and came back towards me, reaching up and letting her hair down. She always wore it back in a very conservative hair style. As she let it down I saw how long her hair really was, it was beautiful.

"Sorry, I had to let it down, it was driving me nuts, I pulled it back way too tight." She said and laughed . . . no . . . giggled. She giggled. Not a school girl giggle. . .this sweet melodic giggle that was so. . .

"Vince!" She clicked her fingers in front of my face twice to get my attention. "Are you on drugs? Is that what is wrong?"

"On...what? No. No, I'm not on drugs." I stammered back.

"Well, then, what the hell is the problem? You go from being my best student to barely being able to pay attention long enough. . .are you fading on me again?"

"No Ma'am."

"Good. What the hell is the problem?" She said sitting down and looking up at me. I realized I was shaking. She looked so beautiful. "Vince?" She raised an eyebrow in question and I smiled without meaning to. She looked so cute. She leaned back in her chair.

"Vince. . .do me a favor and put your backpack down." She asked looking me in the eye. I shook my head no immediately. "Please." She asked again and I shook my head no again. "Mmmmhmmm." She raised an eyebrow again and then looking me straight in the eye licked her lips.

I nearly blew my wad right then. She was looking me dead in the eye when she did that...oh my God . . . she must have seen my reaction...oh fuck!

"Vince, calm down." She said, stifling a smile as she stood. Oh Man....this was so embarrassing. It was like the dream when you go to class and remember you forgot your pants or something. I knew she was about to burst out laughing any second now and point at me and tell me what a jerk I was. This was my worst nightmare come tr. . ..

"Vince, relax, calm down." She stood and came around the desk and put her hand on my shoulder to try and soothe my panic attack. Her touch, as trivial of a touch as it was, was still her making contact with me and even though I was panicking, having a nervous break down, and about to run screaming into the night never to be seen again, I also got so hard it ached.

My hand cramped from grabbing my backpack so hard. I hadn't even realized how hard I was squeezing the handle until my hand started hurting like a son of a bitch. So, without thinking, I transferred hands and when I did, my full state of attention became very apparent for anyone to see. My cock was rock hard going down my left pants leg and was just about as obvious as wearing a neon sign that said "My Dick Is Hard!".

The Professor didn't miss it either but, her reaction caught me off guard. Her eyes widened slightly and her smile became a grin and her face flushed. She went to speak and had to turn away when no words came out. She took a deep breath and let out a little laugh that was almost like a giggle and walked back behind her desk. When she spoke her voice was noticeably different somehow, softer, breathier.

"Ahhh. . . .wow." She laughed. "You are a big boy aren't you?" She fumbled with papers on her desk to try and get her mind off what she had seen. The fact that she was as flustered as I was now made me feel so much better. I felt almost human again.

"Ahhhh. Ummmmm. Vince . . . it's not unheard of for a young man to develop feelings for an older authority figure when away at college the first few years. It's actually very normal for a man to get a crush on a female professor." She was staring at her papers and now she was avoiding eye contact.

"While it might be a little embarrassing it's normal. It's not perverse or criminal. . .no one is going to think you are deranged or call the cocks." Long pause when she realized her slip. "Cops . . . call the cops and report you as a psycho." She stopped there. She slowly looked up at me trying to keep her composure to see if I had caught the slip. My grin told her I had. "It's a normal thing." Her voice was smaller now, not as authoritative and much sweeter.

"I." That was all that came out...I was trying to tell her but my throat closed up and I nearly passed out as my heart exploded.

"Go on. . .you."

"I can't stop. . ." OK. . .I got a few more words out.

"Can't stop what?"

"I can't stop. . ." I took a deep breath, "Thinking about you."

She smiled at me with that sweet matronly smile she gave to students. "Vince, it's OK you. . ."

"No."

"No?" he looked at me confused.

"I mean. . .I. . .I sit in class and I see your legs or your lips or. . . ." OK. . .too much confession is bad for the soul, best to let that list die there. "and. . .and. . .and. . ." Relax . . . deep breaths, "I see you and all of a sudden I am imagining. . " OK. . .this line of confession might not have been the best to take. . .

"You imagine what Vince?" Her concern was real and her voice sounded so soothing and coaxing.

"You. . ." Fuck it...I am screwed and there is a certain freedom to being condemned. ". . .and I."

"You have romantic daydreams?" She asked and I snorted as I almost burst out laughing. "OK then...what?"

"Ummmm. . . it's more . . . sexual."

"Sexual?" She was honestly surpised I think.

"Oh ya."

"Me?"

"Ohhhhh ya."

Professor Anders looked at me with unabashed shock on her face. She was expecting some boyhood crush. I don't really think she was expecting a hot, torrid series of porno clip fantasies.

"Me?" She asked smiling and blushing. I nodded. "And that's why you can't focus on your class work?" I nodded again. "Me?" She giggled. I had never imagined her giggling before and it caught me off guard and made my diminishing hard on come back full force.

"Ohhhh. . . .ya," I was so screwed.

She smiled at me and stood up. As she came around the desk and sat on the edge she never stopped looking me dead in the eye and smiling ear to ear. She tried to think of what to say but instead just grinned even bigger and looked down. When she looked back up her voice was much softer then before, back to the breathy sound and it was driving me nuts.

"Vince. . .are you. . ." She thought of how to put it, "Have you ever been with a woman before?"

"Oh ya lots of times back home ya know girls from school. . ."

"Vince?"

I looked at her with a sheepish grin. "No."

She smiled and nodded. It was a really awkward couple of seconds of silence before she spoke again. "And this. . . " She paused to think of what to call this and gave up, "This all is what is causing you to do so shitty in my class?"

I nodded.

"Then I think that maybe you need to look into afternoon tutoring to catch up and maintain a passing grade don't you?" She asked me and as I was about to give her the student bullshit reply of how dedicated I was, she undid the top button to her blouse and slid her ass onto the desktop.

I was a rabbit in the headlights. I was frozen in place and unable to move as she undid another button. I was sure I had drifted into one of my fantasies and she was going to yell at me any second but, she didn't. Instead she undid the third button and The blouse opened enough for me to see the glorious swell of her breasts.

"I. . ." I started to speak and she motion with a finger across her lips for me to be silent. Oh God, I thought I was going to cum in my jeans. She was smiling at me with a wicked grin as she undid the fourth and fifth buttons and pulled her blouse open. Here tits were amazing. She pulled her bra down and let them pop out and I was certain I was going to wake up very embarrassed any second.

She reached out a hand and took mine and placed it on her left tit. So hot, so soft, she was trembling. I squeezed and played with it and she tossed her hair over her shoulder, the gray like silver strands catching the light. I took a breast in either hand and played with them, they sagged some but were so beautiful...so natural . . . not like the ones in that magazine.

She pushed my face down to her nipple and I began to suck on it. She moaned and grabbed my ass with her legs and pulled me to her. She was stroking my hair and kissing my neck as I sucked on her glorious tit and played with the other. She reached down and undid my fly and I was thinking about anything but sex, so worried I would cum as soon as she touched me.

With her heels she pushed my pants and underwear down and my cock sprang to life. It was a good sized one I guess, about 8 inches and thick. She seemed impressed as she took it in her hands and began calling me "her big boy". This was all too great.

She pulled my cock and played with it, I was barely able to breath as her fingers smeared the precum all over the head and made it slippery. I was moaning as her hands slid up and down the shaft, my balls ached, this was heaven.

She hiked up her skirt and I saw she wore garters and hose and a pair of black lace panties. She pulled them to the side to reveal the bare shaved pussy I had just dreamed of until now. The lips were soaking wet and it looked so perfect. She pushed me forward with her heels and guided my cock expertly into her waiting hole.

Sliding in I was unable to breathe. So hot and wet and so tight. I guess I expected older pussy to be loose but it wasn't. It was nice and tight and it felt like a hand pulling me in to her. When my cock was all the way in she pulled my face up and kissed me, those soft lips parting and her tongue sliding into my mouth.

With her heels she pushed my ass and set the rhythm for the fucking, not to hard or fast. Nice and easy as I enjoyed the feeling of sliding out of her, her pussy grabbing me as I did. Then sliding back in balls deep. Our kiss didn't end, we kept kissing. I was playing with one boob and bracing myself with the other hand, my whole body was trembling.

She broke the kiss and leaned back onto her elbows. Swinging one leg out she hooked it over my shoulders and then she raised the other up. I leaned into them and she was able to bend them all the way back till her knees almost touched her tits, it was amazing.

"Fuck me hard baby boy. Fuck me good." She said in a nasty deep breathy voice that almost made me cum. I didn't need any more urging. I fucked her as fast and hard as I could and she moaned and tossed her head back. I braced myself with both my hands and fucked her good and deep, our bodies slapping together each time like applause.

She reached up her hands and grabbed her tits to keep them from bouncing so hard and began to play with them for me. Squeezing and pulling on the nipple. It was all too much, I couldn't hold back any more. I slammed into her as hard as I could, my breath a ragged gasping.

Then I came and slammed into her with each spurt of hot cum I filled her with. Going balls deep I filled that sweet pussy just like I had dreamed with load after load of cum. She was whispering all sorta nasty things to me about my cum. . . . how hot is was in her cunt...how she loved being filled up by me. I don't remember the rest. . .I was shaking and barely able to breath.

I stayed in her until my cock was half soft and slid out. There was a pool of her cum and mine on the desk under her ass. She laughed and kissed me again, deep sweet soft kisses. Then she pushed me back and pulled her panties back over her pussy lips. Pulling her skirt down and she slid off the desk she straightened it out.

Grabbing Kleenex from her desk top she cleaned up the cummy pool and tossed them in the garbage. She pulled her bra back up and arranged her tits and began to button up her blouse again and turned to me. I was still standing there grinning.

"Vince...pants. . .pull em up baby."

Oh Jesus...I am such a geek. I pulled up my underwear and pants and zipped up. Looking back at her she was once more the conservative Professor Anders, prim and proper. I smiled because it all seemed so much like a dream to me. I could barely believe it was real.

"OK Vince, heres the deal." She said gathering her books up and leading me to the door. "You are paying attention in class from now on and if you do and you stop daydreaming. . ." She clicked off the lights as she swung the door open and we walked out. She closed and locked the door behind us. "If you do. . ." She stepped in close to me and looked me eye to eye.

"If you do Vince . . . we'll keep our tutoring sessions up." She raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Deal?" I grinned and nodded. "Good. See you tomorrow." She smiled and turned and walked away. I stood there grinning for a few days before I finally turned and walked to the student lot and went home thinking, Damn. . .what a devoted teacher she was.

Needless to say I aced that class.

6. The Vampire
by Stephanie Sarg

It was hidden in a cellar of an old abandon mansion about a mile out side of the city limits. No one ever bothered visiting the old Quartermane place anymore, a ramshackle collection of farm buildings dominated by a huge old barn and a house three or four times the size of any in found town. Unoccupied for at least fifty years, hardly anyone left could even remember anyone ever having lived there, and when the wind would blow, strange sounds echoed from the holes and cracks in the tired old walls, which was just about enough to discourage even the bravest kid to go to poking around the place. It was a lucky thing too, because what was lurking in that dank basement was as close to the devil incarnate as you could find on earth! On a old solid oak table lay a figure that appeared to be dead, neither breathing or moving, it just lay there as if it were in a deep sleep. As sunset fell, and the shadows of the evening crossed the night sky, the figure on the table as if by magic began to move as its lungs filled with air and it came alive, rising up and in an instant turning into a bat and flying through a small broken window pane and into the night sky!!!

The full moon shone brightly in the late September sky as the black shape shot through the night air, making a bee line for the small town of Four Corners. It’s nostrils flaring, the winged mammal could detect the scent of a sleeping female a more than one hundred yards. Diving and darting between the houses, the over powering aroma of a delicious woman wafted out of an open window, and the bat deftly flew through the small opening and into the dark bedroom. As if by osmosis, the foot wide bat turned back into a towering six foot four inch vampire. Dressed in a dark black suit, with a long black cape draped over his shoulders, August Quartermane stared down at the sleeping woman and let a low animal like growl rumble deep in his chest. Marie Timmons was immediately awakened by the noise, and as her eyes slowly came into focus, she could clearly see the outline of a large figure standing next to her bed. She tried to scream, but no sound would come from her mouth, she seemed frozen, unable to say or do anything to defend herself. It was as if some strange power had filled the room, making it impossible for her to even so much as move a muscle! Slowly August Quartermane lifted his arms, with the cape forming a tent over the body of the terrified woman. Slowly bending down, he bared his teeth, the two large canines glistening in the moon light as he bit into the neck of his shocked prey. While a vampire gains sustenance from the blood of his victims, there is always a strong undercurrent of sexual excitement in both the vampire and his conquest. In the case of Marie Timmons, the second the razor sharp teeth penetrated her neck, her vagina flooded with her own juices and she erupted with and involuntary orgasm. After several minutes of feeding, Quartermane lifted the nightgown of the now docile woman and quickly mounted her and entered her pussy with his incredible manhood. In only seconds, Marie was having her second orgasm in that last five minutes, this one even more powerful than the first. A serene feeling had taken her over, as she now realized that she was one with him, and would be his for all eternity. He stood up over her again, still not having said a word, he extended his hand to her and helped her to her feet. He stripped off her nightgown so that she was totally naked, and in an instant, they were both off through the open window, silently gliding through the air, looking for another victim.

Minutes later A.G.(August Quartermane) and Marie were standing over the sleeping form of a eighteen girl, whose fitful slumber was about to be interrupted by the two ravenous blood suckers. Marie, knowing her place, waited as A.G. surveyed the situation. She had an overwhelming desire to drink the blood of the defenseless girl, but almost as strong was her need to orally partake of the young beauty! A.G., still not saying a word, leaned over and bit deeply into her neck, instantly stunning his victim into submission. After drinking his fill, he stood back and let Marie feast on the red nectar dripping out of the two small puncture holes in the young girl’s neck, while feeling Marie’s gaping pussy with his hand. The teenager’s eyes were now wide open, but she neither screamed or tired to resist in any way when Marie slid back the covers, spread her legs, and then proceeded to stick her tongue into the tight little vagina. The young girl couldn’t help herself, she was caught in a sexual grip that was relentlessly squeezing her tighter and tighter. Never in her whole life had she felt so feminine and in need of sexual gratification! Her eyes focused on the towering vampire, but she felt no fear, only the over powering need to sexually gratify him if she was asked to, or the woman who was now partaking of her dripping pussy! Kari, the girl being eaten by Marie, felt her vagina contracting as the relentless tongue probed the length of her slit. Her orgasm was like nothing she had ever experienced before, so deep and fulfilling, that her whole being was climaxing along with her throbbing clitoris. Marie stood up next to the bed with her legs splayed wide open exposing her bulging vulva. Kari instinctively knew that she was to satisfy had to satisfy this dripping pussy, and eagerly placed her mouth on the erect clit at the top of the crack. In the back of her mind she realized that this woman had the biggest clitoris she had ever seen, and while her tongue caressed the head of the giant organ, she dropped her hand to her own pussy and felt her own clit, which also seemed to have grown to huge proportions. As Marie came in her mouth, Kari sensed that from now on all she would care about would be her need for blood and the sexual gratification of her now engorged clit!

Flying at breath taking speed, the two women followed August Quartermane back to the dark basement just before the sun began to rise in the east. Both women stood before him, naked, and ready to do what ever bidding he desired. Both of them, now with a heightened awareness of smell, could sense the powerful sexual aroma coming directly from A.Q.’s crotch. Their cunts dampened immediately at the prospect of being taken by their dominant host. As if by telepathy, both of them leaned across the large table with their legs spread and their pussies open and exposed. Marie was the first to be impaled by the rock hard cock sticking out of the blackness of his crotch, and her guttural scream could be heard miles away as her body shook in orgasmic delight. Kari, now in a state of absolute sexual frenzy, waited impatiently for her turn at being fucked by the voracious blood sucker. When finally he rammed his piston deep into her wide open organ, she clawed at the top of the table, leaving deep gouges in the hard wood with her sharp finger nails! Both women were now hardly more than animals, being driven by their desire for blood and sex! Just as a lion must kill every day to sustain its life, Maire and Kari must drink blood and sexually gratify themselves on their helpless victims! Now always naked, with their vaginas bulging in anticipation of sexual release, the two women fly every night with August Quartermane, searching out their prey, and then feasting on the blood and pussies that drive their existence.


7. Online Romance (part 1)

They met online, a simple mIRC affair. After several months of typing, exchanging pictures, cybersex and phonesex they decided to meet face to face. They agreed on a public place at first, until they felt comfortable enough to move to private quarters. She got to the little outside cafй first, dressed in her favorite short skirt and skintight button up the back shirt. As she waited for him to arrive, she fiddled a bit with her clothes and sipped at her coffee. Then out of the corner of her eye, she saw him. "Oh my god, he's much better looking in person. I could ravage his body for hours." She stood up and waved, getting his attention. His smile was bright as he walked over to the table.
He sat down and ordered a coffee. They both sat there, completely quiet, staring into each other's eyes, neither of them believing this was real. He slid his chair over a bit, sitting beside her, instead of across and slipped his hand onto her thigh. His touch made her entire body leap without moving, and goose bumps began to cover her leg.

Her skin was soft and smooth to his hand as he slowly started to rub lightly, moving a little further up each time. His fingers reached the bottom of her short little skirt and slipped them underneath. Her eyes grew wide as she realized what he was about to do. She looked around at the other tables to make sure no one had discovered his wandering hand and relaxed a bit as she noticed on one seemed to be interested. His hand continued to creep up her skirt and thigh until it met the bend at the top of her thigh and her hip. He promptly changed course and slipped his hand toward the inside of her thigh, causing her to spread her legs a bit. He grazed the damp cotton material of her panties as the waiter brought his coffee.

She squeezed her legs shut tightly, pinning his fingers against her panties. Her face was bright red. However, the waiter hadn't even noticed and continued on, adding creamer and sugar to his customer's liking. As she watched the waiter, in horror that he wasn't leaving, she felt his fingers begin to wiggle, pressing firm against her hairy pussy. Her body quivered and ached for him. She relaxed her thighs, releasing his hand and giving him more room to play with. He smiled into her eyes and grinned mischievously as he edged his middle finger past the elastic band of her panties and into her damp black pubic hair.

She let out a gasp as she brought her coffee cup up to her lips, hoping to hide her facial expressions from the others seated at the cafй. He pressed his fingers between her wet lips and grazed against her already swollen clit, her hairs tickling his fingers. He grins at her again, and nods suggestively to leave. She feels her heart jump and skip a beat as she stands, and straightens her skirt. He grabbed his wallet and tossed the money on the table, took her little hand in his and led her off to his hotel room, just up the street.

The hotel room was pretty much as all hotel rooms are, it had a small round table, two chairs, a small bathroom and a king size bed covered in an 80's reject bed spread. As soon as they entered the room, he tossed the keys onto the table and turned his attention to her. She was nervous again, fidgeting with her clothes, just like she did at the little cafй. He had watched her as she sat waiting for him from his hotel window. He had seen her every move. He chuckled as he played back the view in his mind. He walked over to her, wrapped his strong arms around her slender waist and tilted his face toward hers. As their lips met for the first time, her heart raced, but her nervousness subsided. This just felt so right.

She pressed her lips against his firmly and slipped her tongue from her mouth to his, seeking his tongue. His arms began to slide up and down her back and sides, the wrapped his fingers underneath the bottom of her shirt and began to pull upwards, slowly revealing her flat tummy, then the roundness of her breasts resting in their white lacey bra. He broke the kiss and pulled her shirt up and over her head then tossed it aside, landing on the back of one of the chairs. He slid his hands across her exposed midriff and he felt goose bumps rise behind his trail of touches. Her hands began to untuck his shirt, tugging lightly she pulled it over his chest, he raised his arms and let her pull the shirt over his head.

She let the shirt drop and returned her hands to his chest, lightly dragging her long nails across teasing his nipples, then directed her attention to the button on his pants. His hands had slid up her inner thigh by this time, his thumb playing with her thick pubic hair through her panties, still damp from his earlier attention. She bit her lower lip as she felt his thumb almost touch her clit, she hastily undid his pants and gave them a good yank, taking his boxes with them. She watched as they slid down his legs, stopping at his ankles and to her surprise, his cock was rock hard and quite large. She felt herself grow even wetter, seeing her lover so aroused.

He worked the zipper on the back of her skirt as he gazed into her eyes, slowly he drew the zipper down and pulled the sides apart, separating them enough to loosen the skirt from her hips and let it drop to the floor. Then he slipped his thumbs into the waist band of her simply cotton panties, traced the inner band around her tummy and hips and began to pull them down, past her hips then to her thighs. He paused slightly and pressed his nose against her wet hairy, pussy taking in her scent, then raised again to kiss her, letting her damp panties fall to the floor. As she stepped out of her skirt and panties, she kicked off her little sandals and he followed her lead, taking his shoes off and kicking them to the side as he worked his boxers and jeans past his ankles and kicked them under the table. He turned to her again, pressed his naked body against her and slid his hands up her thighs, to her hips, up her sides, then around to her back to the clasp of her bra.

8. Online Romance (part 2)

With a quick flick of his wrist her bra was undone, she felt the release and her breasts relaxed against her body. He slid the thin straps across her shoulders, down her arms and let the bra fall to the floor. He brought his hands to her hips again and pulled her close. She gasped lightly as she felt his throbbing cock push against her tummy. She wrapped her arms around him as he leaned down to kiss her again.
Their lips met again, and they let their tongues dance slowly, lightly sucking and nibbling on each other's lips. Their hands wandered each other's bodies, making sure to cover every inch, he brought his hands to her perky breasts and rolled her erect nipples between his big hands. She began to moan softly. The pleasure from his fingers was causing her to squirm. She broke off the kiss and smiled as she looked into his ice blue eyes. He could tell she was up to something, her deep green eyes filled with mischief. She began to kiss his cheek, slowly moving to his jaw line and around his neck. Her lips touching ever so softly, tickling the little hairs covering his skin, she continued down his neck and to his chest.

As she reached his chest, she let her tongue leave her little mouth and began to flick it against his skin like a serpent. She reached his left nipple and began to lightly bite, suck and flick her tongue, alternating until she felt the nipple hard and erect. Once she felt that his left nipple had received enough she slowly worked her way across his hairy chest, nibbling and licking her way to his right nipple, which was pierced. She wrapped her lips around the hoop and lightly brought her teeth down on the nipple, behind the hoop, pinning his nipple in her mouth she began to flick her tongue. The moan that came from his mouth was completely unexpected and sent shivers down her spine forcing her to quicken her tongue flicks and alternate between flicking, sucking and blowing lightly.

She slid her little hands up his outer thighs and to his hips as she began to lower herself, kissing, licking down his flat tummy until she felt the head of his cock touch the bottom on her chin. She looked up at him as she stood on her knees, her faces less than an inch from his throbbing cock, her hands still on his hips and her breasts pressed against his legs. She smiled sensuously as she slid her tongue out of her mouth again, resting it flat against the top of the swollen head. She could taste his pre-cum on her tongue and she began to rub her body against his legs, her nipples pressing hard against his skin. She rolled her tongue around his hard cock as he slipped his hands to the back of her head, his fingers threading through her thick black hair. She wrapped her full lips around his swollen cock head, his eyes rolled back into his head feeling the warmth and wetness from her mouth begin to surround him.

She continued to push her head forward, letting his cock fill her hot mouth, and felt the head touch the back of her throat causing her to jerk slightly. She was moaning lightly as she began to bob her head very slowly, squeezing her lips around the shaft as it passed in and out of her wanton mouth. Her hands left his hips, letting one wrap around the base of his cock, lightly stroking with her head bobs, and her other hand took his balls gently, massaging them. Her strokes became faster as she felt his cock swell in her mouth, her lips squeezing tightly around the shaft, his hands pressing against the back of her head as he began to rock his hips back and forth, fucking her hot mouth.

Her sucking sounds filled the room as she quickened her pace again, ramming the head of his cock against the back of her throat, she could taste his ooze, covering her tongue. She rolled her tongue, caressing the shaft as it past through her mouth, her lips squeezing tightly and her hands gently working the base of his cock and his balls. She felt his body begin to shudder and his balls tighten, she squeezed the base of his cock and pulled her mouth off. She then stood up and he was completely in shock as she pulled him on top of her. She wrapped her long legs around his waist and pulled him closer to her. His cock slid easily into her warm wet hairy pussy.

He had been so close to cumming he was scared he'd cum too soon, so his strokes were slow and long. She moaned as his cock filled her tight pussy, squeezed her muscles tightly around his thick shaft, her nails tracing circles around his back. Their strokes began to quicken, she started to grind her hips against his, feeling their hair mesh together, he leaned forward and began to kiss her deeply, his tongue entangled with hers and he tasted himself on her tongue. He felt his climax begin to build again and began to thrust harder into her soaked pussy.

She felt her orgasm begin to build deep within her, her hips grinding and rocking between his and the bed, each of his thrusts making her bounce on the bed until he rammed her with the next thrust. Her clit was so swollen, loving the stimulation of his hard thrusts; she knew it wouldn't be long until she came. Her moans became louder and longer, he fed off of them, forcing his cock deeper into her with each moan, he felt the familiar warmth travel up his shaft as he came. His cock exploded into her tight pussy, coating her inner walls with his thick cum. She felt his cock spasm inside her hairy pussy, her body tensed and she arched her back as her climax peeked.

She shuddered underneath him as she moaned his name loud enough people in the next room surely heard. Their thrusts began to slow, he rolled over to her side, both their chests were heaving, and they were gasping for breath. He smiled into her eyes as he kissed her again, his fingers stroking her hair softly. They lay there on the bed, holding each other tightly and after a few minutes, drifted off to sleep

9. The Wayward Mailman

Jill slid behind a huge oak tree. She watched the mailman advance toward 1793 Norwalk Avenue. So far the morning had been unsuccessful, but she was sure she would catch him in the act. After all, he had been doing this for three years now. Jill had to find out, the suspense was killing her. Also, her reputation as the neighborhood gossip had to be upheld.
The mailman dropped several letters into the dark mailbox on the wall, then crossed the neatly-groomed yard to the next house. A dog barked nearby. Jill looked around suspiciously, then glance at the mailman.

"Damned," Jill mumbled. She had been sure that 1793 was the right house. A very sexy blonde divorcee lived there. Jill turned and rested with her back against the tree. She found herself looking into the eyes of a 12 year old boy on a bicycle. He was looking from her to the mailman and back again.

"What are you doing?" the boy demanded.
"Why aren't you in school?" Jill growled in an evil mood. He looked like a nosey kid. He would probably grow up to be a drug peddler.
"I'm home sick," he said condescendingly.

"Then get your ass into bed. You don't go out and play when you are home sick. NOW!" she screamed, hurrying him on his way. Jill rolled around the trunk of the tree and looked for the mailman. He was gone! So it must be 1795. He didn't have time to go anywhere else.

Unfortunately, she didn't know who lived at 1795. Jill lived on the adjoining street, Madison Avenue.
Jill hurried down the sidewalk. She approached 1795, hurried across the yard and stood in front of a heavy hedge. She could hear voices coming through the open window, and one of them was definitely male. It must be him. She wanted to barge in through the front door and confront them, but she would be arrested for trespassing if she did. Unfortunately, screwing the neighborhood women was not against the law, even for a mailman who consistently delivered the mail half an hour late. She had set out to see who was stealing that half an hour. It was her half hour and she wanted it back. Her mail was supposed to be delivered at precisely 2:13 PM. Somebody owed her. Besides, her friends had challenged her. She had to find out all she could to satisfy them.

She heard a girlish peal of laughter and growled in outrage. Not only were they fucking, he was telling her jokes? How dare they. It was time to put an end to this. She broke a branch off the hedge before her, jabbed her arm with it and waited for a welt to appear. When one did appear she dropped the broken branch and approached the front door. She hesitated for only a moment, before pressing the button. A sweet black-haired girl in her early twenties opened the door. She gave Jill a questioning smile, looking around behind her, before looking at Jill again.

"I... I hurt myself on your hedge," Jill said, displaying her marked arm.
"My hedge is on my lawn, fifteen feet from the sidewalk," the woman said with a quizzical smile.
"Wha... oh," Jill said in sudden embarassment.

"Come in," the woman said, stepping back. Jill practically lunged inside. She immediately saw the mailman sitting at the dinning room table. He was eating a cookie. There was a tall glass of milk in front of him. His bag of mail sat on the floor behind him. If he had been 200 pounds heavier and dressed in red, he might have been mistaken for Santa.

Jill looked into his smiling, wholesome face, and piercing blue eyes. Her breath was taken away at that one glance. She had never been so close to him before. He was slender and handsome.
My God, what am I doing here? Jill suddenly wondered, feeling totally out of place.
"Hi," the mailman said. "Come for cookies?"
"She had an accident," the woman said with a warm smile. She needs a bandaid.
"I know you," he shook a cookie at Jill while chewing thoughtfully. "1929 Madison Avenue?"
"Yes," Jill said in surprise.
"Why that's just across the block," the black haired woman said in surprise.

Jill nodded, confused, embarrassed, horrified. "I... I wanted to meet you and couldn't think of a rational excuse," Jill lied to the woman. "So I made up..." she trailed off, wishing that God would strike her dead and save her from further embarassment. How could she be so dumb? How could she mistake an elicit affair, with a milk and cookie stop? She was so fucking stupid.

"How sweet," the woman said, pressing a bandaid over Jill's welt. "Ok, you sit and I'll get another glass. Today is chocolate chips, Todd's favorites."
"Todd?"
"That's me," the mailman raised his cookie.
Jill reluctantly picked up a cookie, bit into it, and moaned in enjoyment. By the time that the milk arrived, she was just finishing her second cookie.
"Another happy customer," Todd said, wiping his face. "I got hooked on Janice's cookies when she left me a batch for Christmas one year. I thanked her, she invited me in and I've been stopping ever since."

"I think that was four years ago," Janice said.
"Three," Jill said automatically. She didn't look up to see the surprised looks on their faces. She finished her third cookie and downed her glass of milk. Todd was lifting the bag of mail to his shoulder.

"Wonderful," she gasped as the milk cooled her stomach. "Thank you very much," Jill said, getting to her feet. "I have to get back to my... house," she said, running out of excuses. She practically ran from the house. Todd and Janice looked after her in surprise. Todd shook his head, thanked Janice, and walked out. Janice looked at her crumb-covered table, shook her head at her peculiar neighbors, and started collecting glasses.

"How could I be so fucking stupid?" Jill mumbled, pacing from one side of her dining room to the other. "How could I be SO fucking stupid?" she yelled. She looked out the window and saw the mailman approaching. She was still so embarrassed that she wanted to die. But she wanted to fuck that good looking son-of-a-bitch even more. Out of sheer desperation she rushed toward the front door and yanked it open, scaring him out of his wits. He paused with the mail in his hand and handed to her with a smile.

"Please, come in," she said, pulling him forward.
"Well I really have..."
"I wanted to apologize. I thought you were having an affair and I was jealous. I went to confront you and..."

"Why would you be jealous?" he asked skeptically.
"Because... because... Because I wanted to have an affair with you too," she finally gasped.
"Really? That would be wonderful. Nobody has ever offered before," he said happily. "I've heard stories, you always hear stories, but to actually meet..."
"Will you fuck me or not?" she demanded.

"Well sure. I'd be happy too," he dropped his mail bag on the floor. She gasped in surprise, then quickly slammed the door behind him. She led him to the couch, abruptly at a loss. She really hadn't expected him to say yes.

"You have a nice place here," Todd said, looking around. "Does a husband come with it?"
"No, not any more. We were only married for a year."

"Too bad. It's a hell of a waste," he said, suddenly touching her shoulders. She shuddered under his touch. She bent and began patting couch cushions into place. He leaned forward and placed his nose near her ass. He sank down to his knees behind her. Her pussy was so close he could smell it. It smelled delicious, a little like pussy and a little like lilacs. He inhaled deeply, taking in her heavenly aroma. Slowly, with a will of their own, his hands came up and touched the back of her legs. Gently, they slid up into her shorts, until each hand held a cheek of her ass. He kneaded them firmly, while pulling her pussy up against his nose. He inhaled again. He heard her take a deep, shuddering breath. She moved slightly, spreading her legs.

Todd pushed up the left leg of her shorts until he found the soft crease just below her ass cheek. He kissed it gently, then licked it. It was fresh, warm, and slightly salty. He licked his lips for a moment, then licked the other crease. She shuddered, melting in his hands. Suddenly eager for more, Todd spun her around and sat her on the couch.

Her slender soft hands came down to rest on his head. She caressed his hair absently, while he inhaled the aroma of her pussy once more. It was more that he could stand. He yanked down her shorts and panties in one quick jerk. He sat facing her lightly-haired pussy. He spread her pussy lips with his thumbs and sucked her clit into his lips, nursing gently on the throbbing member. It was like a little cock.

"Oh yes, suck it," she whispered, almost in his ear. Eating pussy was something that Todd seldom did, but he could make a slight exception. He reached out and licked her long, stiff clit lightly, while his right thumb plunged up inside her pussy. She gave a shuddering gasp and pulled his face tight against her pussy. He sucked the clit into his lips and milked it, before strumming it with his tongue.

Todd didn't mind stimulating the woman, but he needed attention himself. It was time to sink his cock into some hot meat. He stood, spun her around, and bent her over the arm of the couch. She laid with her ass presented, her hands on the cushions of the couch, as he stepped out of his uniform. He grabbed his cock and pressed it against the entrance to her pussy. He rubbed it up and down briefly to lubricate it, then shoved. He sank his cock into her pussy up to the hilt. She gave a little cry, but pressed back against him. Her pliable ass cheeks were mashed out of shape by his hard hips. He shoved hard to get the best penetration he could. His hands went to her hanging breasts. He pulled her blouse apart and filled his hands with womanly globes of flesh.

"Oh fuck yes," he sighed. Slowly he began pistoning his cock in and out of her wet cunt. The slap of hips against soft ass cheeks grew loud in the room. Her moans of passion were even louder. Mashing her tits in brutal fingers, Todd fucked Jill hard. Outside, children passed on the way home from school. He watched them absently, as he plunged up into Jill's sweet ass. His cock was well-lubricate, sliding in and out smoothly. Her moist pussy was hot now, very hot. Moisture from her pussy was dripping down from her pussy and creating a wet spot on the carpet. Her hands clawed the material of the couch, as his hard penis filled her body cavity to the breaking point. She felt his cock clear up to her abdomen. It was just what she needed.

She had been watching Todd since the day he first became her mailman. She had even gone into her bathroom to masturbate. Now she was actually being fucked by the handsome young man right in front of her window, and she didn't care. She loved a man in uniform.

His hard, pistoning cock was filling her ass with fire. He was wild and young, his desires were as hot and urgent as her own. Who would have thought that SHE was the illicite affair on his daily rounds. Should she tell her friends, or keep them in suspense?

"Fuck me good," she screamed in sudden abandon. Todd pumped into her ass several more times, then stopped. His legs were getting tired. He pulled out of her wet pussy and pushed her down on the couch.

"Roll over on your back and grab your ankles," he whispered. She hurried to comply. Feeling silly with her feet up in the air, she waited as he knelt before her. She gasped at the first contact. His cock entered her pussy, pushing slowly, intolerably slow until his full length was inside her. He felt even larger from that angle, and she could watch him as he fucked her. He fucked her pussy for several more minutes, then pulled it out, rubbed it against her ass and shoved. She screamed as the huge cock seemed to split her asshole apart. He reached down and rubbed his hand over her pussy, rhythmically massaging her clit and wet pussy lips, while his hard penis slid in and out of her rectum. The fire from both seemed to blend together into one massive fire. Before she could get ready, her pussy began to spasm and she found herself in the middle of one massive orgasm. He continued to pump away in her ass, while she mindlessly babbled and raved, hunching her pussy against his rotating hand, and her ass against his pelvis. All too quickly, it was over. But to her amazement, he was not through. He continued to pump away inside her ass, renewing the glow that had just been extinguished by her orgasm.

She felt the fire building again, much faster than it had before. To her astonishment, she felt her pussy clenching stronger and stronger until a second orgasm tore her loins apart. A twisted smile lit Todd's face, while he watched her thrash around on the couch. He liked the feeling of her ass clenching on his hard cock. He liked how she hunched her pussy against his hand, trying helplessly to satisfy herself. He liked showing her who was in control.

Then the smile left his face. He was going to cum. Pumping faster and faster, thrusting in tune with the loud slap of flesh, and the sticky liquid sounds that came from his hand in her pussy, he groaned and closed his eyes, only aware of the heat and spasms in his own loins. With an animal cry of lust he heaved his cock into her ass and froze. His cock hesitated, then spewed hot cum into her ass. She withered on his cock, bringing herself to orgasm. They intertwined, gasping and clutching at each other as their bodies exploded.

They finally stopped and lay side by side on the couch. Todd got up slowly and redressed, while watching the happy glow on Jill's face.

"That was even better than cookies," he said happily.
"Can you stop by tomorrow?"

"I don't see why not. I may have to start an hour early, to deliver the mail on time. Thanks a million," he gave her a jaunty salute and made his way through the front door.
"Fuck them," Jill said, thinking about her friends. She would tell them that she found out, but not tell them who. It would drive them fucking nuts

10. Between the Bridesmaid

My name is Charles Brown, but my friends all call me Charlie. Yeah, just like that round headed kid in the comics, and, ironically, this story involves a girl with curly red hair. Her name was Mary and she was far too hot for a comic strip in any family newspaper I've ever seen. Her dark red curly hair hung down to her white shoulders, her cute little tits stood out from her slender frame and her marvelously tight tush was enough to....well, before the memory of Mary makes me any more hot and bothered, maybe I should start at the beginning.

I have a brother named James. My parents were and are a couple of sick individuals. James' wedding was the family event of the season and I was stuck in a tuxedo to play usher. Mary first caught my eye at the rehearsal dinner. She had sparkling green eyes, a cute button nose on a lightly freckled face, a wonderful smile, long shapely legs and a slim sexy body. She was the bride's older sister and a bridesmaid. Though we were paired up to walk down the aisle, she was way out of my league. I'd just turned eighteen and she had about a half dozen years on me but, hey, there's no harm in silent lusting! At first glance, she wasn't extremely gifted in the chest department but from the rear she was a sight to send my hormones raging. Her tight round butt pressed against the fabric of her tight skirt. The heels she was wearing caused it to lift and separate just enough to cause me shortness of breath. I don't think I said more than ten stuttered words to her that entire night.

We made it through the church wedding without any major disasters. Mary looked stunning in her emerald green bridesmaid gown, something about all that gorgeous red hair against dark green silk really set me off, though it really didn't show off her ass as well as the outfit she'd worn at the dinner. Perhaps that helped me talk to her a bit, I don't know, anyway once we got to talking we got to laughing. She had a wicked and sly sense of humor that made me real comfortable around her.

After the first hour, the reception became a jeans and tee shirt affair for most of the younger crowd. Mary's small, proud, pointed breasts looked fine in a tee shirt but even more astounding was what her curvy round buns did to a tight pair of jeans. The mere sight of those twin beauties and the deep cleft between them quickly turned my mind to mush and my dick into steel. Before I could even catch my breath Mary grabbed my hand and pulled me out on to the dance floor for some sort of fast dance. If there was ever a booty that deserved shaking it was Mary's. Watching her tight round rear wiggle and writhe was almost more than I could take. She was shaking. I was stirred.

When the band moved into a slow number I tried to escape but Mary pulled me close. Her perfume filled my nostrils as she pressed her firm body against mine. She was light in my arms and gently moved me across the floor, almost making it seem like I could really slow dance. She put her head on my shoulder and I could hear her giggling softly.

"Why, Chuck, I'm honored!"

"What, huh, ah, why?" I responded with my usual grace, style and precise elocution.

"You've got yourself a rather impressive hard on, young Mr. Brown," she whispered in my ear.

I could feel myself blush from my scalp to my toes. My lips refused to form words.

She took her head off my shoulder and stared into my eyes.

"Maybe we should do something about that," she smiled.

She led me to her car. Her apartment was less than a mile away from the reception hall. Soon I was sitting on the edge of her bed watching her lift her tee shirt off. When she dropped her bra a friendly pair of pink nipples stood out from her small white breasts. Her jeans and panties quickly dropped to the floor. Her skin was like ivory, which made the crimson hair between her legs look like fire. She raised my tee shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor. She looked down at me with a suddenly serious expression on her face.

"You're not one of those hair trigger teen boys, are you?"

My adams apple jumped up and down, sometimes I had came a bit too quick and she had me plenty excited standing so naked, so close and so desirable.

"I, um, sometimes, I guess," I confessed, "though, well, I jerked off this morning."

She moved closer, a grin on her pretty face.

"Thinking of me, I hope."

"Yeah" I answered honestly

"Thinking of my ass?" She asked as she unbuttoned my jeans.

"Oh yeah!" I panted as she grabbed hold of my cock.

She kissed me deeply as her hands ran up and down my cock.

"Have you ever fucked a girl in the ass?" she asked in a husky voice.

I shook my head no, my heart pounding wildly in my chest.

She slid down my body and tugged my jeans and briefs to the floor. Then she stood before me and twirled around several times, her red hair swinging as she gave me my first glorious view of her beautiful naked bum.

She stopped spinning and leaned over me. Her deep green eyes glittering as they stared into mine, a wide and wonderful smile was on her lips as she made me an offer she knew I had no chance of refusing.

"Would you like to fuck my ass?"

I nodded my head slowly up and down.

She leaned past me and opened the drawer to her nightstand. Kneeling down in front of my throbbing erection, she slipped a condom on my cock and then squirted some lubricant into her palm. She gently and sensuously slid her hand up and down my latex clad cock, smearing it with the shiny gel. Then, she got up on the bed on her knees. Her firm round buns were in the air, a patch of crimson fire between her legs and her cute, puckered asshole staring out at me from between her ivory cheeks.

"Well, come and get it, Tiger," she laughed, "the reception isn't going to go on all night."

I sprung up to my knees behind her. She reached down between her legs and grabbed my eager erection.

"Slide it in nice and gentle," she instructed, "and I'll get us started from there."

I couldn't believe my decently endowed dick was going to fit into that tight little space but sliding between her buns was sheer heaven and when the head of my cock made contact with her tight little butthole it was like a flower opening to accept a bee. It swallowed my hardness in little gulps, little ripples of lust ran along the surface of my shaft as her ass took more and more of my length until over half of my hard eight inches was buried in her warm tightness. Mary then reached down between her legs and began stroking her pussy as her incredible rump began grinding up against me.

At first I hardly moved, just soaking in the fabulous sensations that tight little hole was giving me as it massaged my cock but as the passion fired hot and red I became bolder. Grabbing hold of her powerful hips, I began to match her rhythm, gently pumping in and out of her bunghole as she slid her fingers between the red fur that surrounded her slit. Her head was buried in a pillow. Looking down I drank in the view of her dark red, curly hair against her smooth pale skinned muscular back. The muscles rippled as she rocked back and forth, her ivory skin was flushed pink at the shoulders and in patches around her ovary dimples. Her once white ass cheeks were now rosy and glowing with a thin sheen of sweat. We were both panting and softly grunting with lust.

"Oh, OK, yeah, fuck me harder, fuck me deeper," she began to moan, "give me that hard young cock, fuck my ass, baby, fuck it hard."

I grabbed her smooth, hard buns tightly and slid in deep. Mary let out a deep guttural groan of pleasure. My pelvis was slapping against her cheeks as my cock began pounding in and out of her, my balls slapping against her silky inner thighs as her fingers darted in and out of her pussy. We were locked in an unstoppable, rocking ride. I could feel the cum churning and fought to hold it off. Her tight hot ass was squeezing my cock with every stroke, driving me closer and closer to climax. I was biting my lower lip when I felt her body stiffen and powerful rippling sensation all along my shaft. Her ass muscles clenched as she cried out that she was cumming.

Her ass had me gripped so tight that I couldn't move. My entire nervous system exploded, my balls sent forth a massive load and I squirted spasm after spasm as my hips twitched and jerked. We collapsed on the bed. I was still buried deep between the bridesmaid's buns, my face buried in her mass of curly red hair, panting and gasping. Somehow, I couldn't help thinking of my round-headed namesake. Forget Lucy and Peppermint Patty, CB, go for the curly red head girl. Mine was incredible.

11. Intelligent Life

The author has asserted moral rights under sections 77 and 78 of the Copyright Designs and Patents Act 1988.

This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between any of the characters depicted herein and any real person, living or dead is wholly a matter of Nature imitating Art.

Sandra Thiery's relationship with Keith Cannon was definitely an unusual one; they had met a couple of years earlier, while Sandra was already engaged to her husband, James Welton. Their engagement was, and remained, a serious relationship. From the evening they formally agreed to marry, James on bended knee in the romantic restaurant, the whole bit, they had lived together ... but Sandra had an almost instant crush on Keith.

They were friends in an off and on sort of way through the first year that they knew each other, partly because he was still at college and partly because she was engrossed in planning her wedding, with all the distractions that brings.

Then, about a year after the wedding, when she became Sandra Welton, she and Keith started to talk regularly on the phone. Online chat became their preferred method of communication and they began to flirt ... a lot. Whenever they met it was clear to everyone around them that they really liked each other. Nevertheless, by this time Sandra was pregnant with her husband's child, and very happy to be so.

***

The day started normally enough for Sandra.

She lay in bed, feeling the weight, first of her growing baby, then the heavier weight of James, her husband, as he pushed his manhood deep into her welcoming body. 'Visiting the baby' they called it, and Sandra was one of those women who were made much more horny by pregnancy, so there were as many visits as she could persuade her husband to make.

She had never had any other man, and until now she had never wondered about what it would be like to feel a different prick in her cunt. Now, though she found herself thinking about every man she saw. Was it thicker, longer, darker, better, than

James's? She had seen, touched, and even tasted, a few pricks before she was married so she knew they differed, but she had gone to James a virgin. Not, admittedly, on her wedding day, because they had lived together for six months before that, but she had slept only with him.

So it was that she was wondering about the man she saw in the supermarket car park as she carried her few purchases out to the car.

'He looks odd,' she thought, 'Almost wider than he is tall, yet he doesn't look fat. Is his prick wider than it is long? How would *that* feel?'

She shivered as an unknown dread overcame her; suddenly she feared being split apart by a man with a four inch long prick that was six inches across.

'Stop it,' she told herself, 'Nobody's built like that. Don't be silly.'

Suddenly a hand was clamped over her mouth and a sweet smell assailed her nostrils, swiftly followed by a feeling of falling into a deep black hole as the world vanished.

When she woke up she was in a metal cage, a six foot cube with nowhere to sit. A dish with water in it was in one corner and the door was securely locked.

'It looks like a cage for a lion in a zoo,' she thought, 'except they would give a lion more room.'

Looking round her, she realised she was some distance out of town, where the scrub was still quite thick, but definitely heading out towards the desert. There were a number of other cages in sight, some with occupants, others without. One had a dog in it, another a cow, and a third had a pair of very frightened looking teenagers, but they were too far away to talk to without shouting. For some reason she thought that shouting would be a bad idea, though she could not have explained why.

Eventually two of her captors came close to the cages and Sandra's worst fears were realised. They were naked, and grossly male, as she had imagined. There was something else odd about them that she could not quite put her finger on. It was their genitals which really threw her; each had a penis which was fairly short, about six inches, but much wider, perhaps nine inches in diameter, about as thick as their thighs. From the way they flopped as the males walked their pricks were clearly not roused.

'God help me,' she thought, 'If one is that size when it's soft, what would it be like roused? No way could I get it in me, not even my mouth. Not even the beginning of it. Where do these men come from?'

The cages were opened and the alien men pushed all of them out on to the grass, then began to lash them lightly with whip that had appeared from nowhere. These stung as they landed so Sandra automatically moved forwards, then as she realised that the scrub land before her was unfenced she started to run away from the cages, and the whips.

'It can't be true,' she thought, 'They can't have let us go.'

Still she ran as fast as she could, the presence of the baby in her womb giving her a mental strength she didn't know she had, but which encouraged her body into running faster than she had in years. She had covered about twenty-five yards and was breathing hard when she felt a slight sting in her right shoulder, and after taking a few more steps her legs turned to rubber and she fell heavily.

'Tranquilliser dart,' Sandra thought, 'They shot me ... with ... a ...'

***

When Sandra woke she had an abominable headache and was again in captivity. Within a very few minutes her head cleared and she began to take an interest in her surroundings.

'A boat,' she thought, 'I'm on some sort of boat.'

The walls were metal and the floor and ceiling were metal painted a dull green. There was a drain hole in one corner of the room, and the whole floor sloped slightly towards it, evidently to allow the accommodation to be washed out. The only relief from the bare cell was that there was a dish of water on the floor, and a ledge, some two feet six from the floor, presumably to act as a bed. The cracks at the edges of the door could just be discerned in the wall opposite the ledge, but there was no handle on the inside. Then she was struck by the light. There was no light fitting, no bulb, no glowing panels, just light in the room. It was quite strong enough for all practical purposes, but it seemed to come equally from all the walls, the ceiling and even the floor, though no part of the surface seemed actually to be glowing.

After a while the door slid back and sideways, like a door on a train, and an alien came in. Again it was a hugely endowed male, and Sandra's attention was riveted on that enormous penis. As she stared at it a plastic netting bag was placed over her head and pulled tight, preventing her from opening her mouth, but allowing her to see and breath normally.

'God,' she thought, 'He's muzzled me like I would a dangerous dog!'

The alien gripped her by one arm and dragged her firmly through the door and into a corridor. It was then she finally looked at the alien enough to realise two things about it, other than its enormous penis. The first was that the subtle oddity of appearance was that it had five fingers on each hand, but that both of the end ones were thumbs. This made its grip much more secure than that of a human, because the thumbs both folded over whatever it was holding and met like the jaws of hand-cuffs. The second was that its skin was cold, and covered with very fine scales.

'It's a reptile,' she thought, and almost fainted at the shock.

By the time she had calmed down, she found herself flat on her back on a table with her ankles and wrists securely fastened in restraints leaving her spread-eagled and feeling very vulnerable.

One of the aliens approached her and studied her from all angles for a long time, making funny noises to his companion, a female. As this continued, Sandra realised that the male was making observations and the female was recording them. After inspecting her for some time, the alien attached a device to her hand which she could not quite see, but which evidently gave rise to some interesting observations, because there was quite a flurry of chatter.

Next the male came and touched the side of her hip very tentatively. Soon it was running its odd, double-thumbed hands all over her body. Finding her breasts were much softer than the rest of her it began searching the surface of her blouse as though looking for something.

'It's just like the doctor feeling the skin on your hand to try to decide what's happened to the bones under it,' she thought.

More prodding and palpating, and the alien very gently and tentatively lifted the front of her skirt.

'Here comes the rape,' she thought.

The alien seemed to be lifting it very gently indeed, and it took some time before Sandra realised that the aliens' lack of clothing meant that they had no idea that her skirt was not actually a part of her body, a flap of differently coloured skin. Not so stupid, after all she wasn't a blonde! The delicate handling was because they did not want to harm their specimen.

When her skirt was laid back on her belly, showing her legs, sensible cotton knickers, and hold-up stockings the differing textures were examined thoroughly, causing volumes of observations to be recorded. The edge of one leg of her knickers was lifted with infinitely more care than any human male would use, and the skin beneath was examined. As the edge was lifted higher the fringe of her pubes became visible to the alien and there was another enormous amount of chatter.

Suddenly it was all over. She was released from the shackles and lifted to upright ready, she assumed, to be returned to her cell.

Why she did it she did not know. Perhaps it was a moment of madness, perhaps she wanted to be fucked after thinking about it so much, but using the one free hand, she released the waistband of her skirt and stepped out of it. Pushing first one edge and then the other down over her hips she dropped her knickers also, and stepped out of them.

The aliens' surprise at this shedding of what they had thought was her skin was palpable, and the one holding her arm was so shocked that he let go. Quickly she stripped off her blouse and her brassière and stood before them clad only in her stockings.

"There," she said, "Is that what you want?" and she lay back down on the table.

The aliens recovered their poise and quickly strapped her down again. The male went over to what was clearly a telephone and made a call.

Moments later another female alien came into the room and took her clothes away.

The examination of Sandra's physiology started again. To be fair, the alien was extremely gentle, and there was no sign of the stinging whip. If Sandra so much as winced, the alien immediately stopped whatever had caused it. The first close scrutiny was of her breasts, and for quite some time the alien pushed and stroked at these, becoming very agitated as the nipple reacted to the light touches, inevitably becoming erect. A small suction tube was attached to one of them, and although it got almost no milk out of her teat, Sandra found herself becoming more and more sexually aroused.

It was the female who pointed out to the male that Sandra's clitoris was also erecting, and the light pink tip was peeping out from its hood between her lightly furred labia. This too was touched lightly by the male, and responded to his gentle fingers in the most natural way possible.

As Sandra's mind whirled off into the firework illuminated universe called orgasm, she was vaguely aware of alien fingers spreading her labia, and an alien finger entering her vagina, oh so gently and oh so excitingly.

As she came down from her first alien induced orgasm, Sandra was aware that there was an alien finger penetrating her in a place nobody had ever been allowed before. She set up an automatic screech of outrage at the penetration of her anus, and the alien withdrew at once to a safe three feet away from her shackled form. A mechanical arm lowered a large pad across her face and held it there for longer than she could hold her breath, until she was forced to inhale the sweetish smelling fumes from the pad. She felt as though she was falling away, her mind spinning into a blackness ...

***

When Sandra came round from the drugs she thought she was back in her own cell, but then realised that she wasn't. She was in one half of a twin shelf cell and lying on the shelf opposite, on his side, leering at her nakedness, was the teen-aged boy she had last seen in a cage in the scrub near home.

As she tried to get up, he said, "Hi. I'm Harry. Stay there. You need five minutes to recover. Then they'll lift this screen and we can fuck."

"Screen?" she asked.

"Sure," said the young man, "There's a glass screen between us, but it's that non-reflective stuff like they use on paintings and car instruments. When they think you're better, they'll lift the screen and we can fuck, like I said."

"There is no way I'm going to sleep with you. I'm a respectable married woman and I'm pregnant," Sandra said, sniffily.

"Who said anything about sleep?" asked the boy, "I done this before. If I don't fuck you, or you try to resist, one of them comes in and stings us. Them aliens wants us to fuck."

"Stings?" Sandra was confused.

"Yeah. When they let us out, back on earth, you remember, the whip while we was all running. Well it ain't a whip; it's a sort of tail that whips round and stings. I ain't fixin' to have it no more, so you better be fuckable. Seems like I'm the only stud they got, cuz you're the third woman I've had since we came here, not even counting Tricia what they caught me with. She'll fuck anything."

Just then the screen slid down into the floor and the boy came over to her bed. Close examination of his acne covered face did not make him any more attractive than he had been while safely the other side of the screen. His erection was large, dark red and angry; Sandra did not doubt for a moment that he meant to use it; her plea of pregnancy had cut no ice with him.

"Are you even old enough for sex?" Sandra asked him, curling up into a ball.

"I'm eighteen," he said, angry now, "Open them legs so I can get into you."

Driven by panic more than anger, Sandra kicked out at him and caught him off balance as he tried to get on to the sleeping ledge with her. As he crashed to the floor he hit his head hard and knocked himself cold. Quickly she rolled him under the ledge and tried to use the pallet from the other ledge to pack him in tightly.

'God, that's done it,' she thought, 'They won't like that.'

She was right. Two aliens, both male, came into the cell and whipped at her with their odd, tentacle-like retractable stinging tails. Three or four strokes from each of them and she passed out with the pain ...

When she woke again, stiff and still stinging from the whipping she had been given, she was still in a double cell, but alone. Her arm had a nasty bruise where the aliens had clearly taken a blood sample, and done it rather clumsily at that. Her vagina was also rather sore, and she wondered if she had been raped, mated as the aliens would see it, while unconscious. Closer examination of her tender parts revealed no trace of semen, so she concluded that she had been subjected to a rather unfeeling internal examination.

No other man was put in with her that day, but nor did she get an evening meal. When the lights dimmed she found it difficult to sleep, and tossed and turned all night, worrying about whether she would be subjected to further attacks, and whether that might damage her baby. She couldn't really blame the young man, Harry, because those stinging whips were a nightmare.

It was just after breakfast when one of the aliens handed Sandra a flat hand-held TV screen, about a twelve inch model, too big to hold easily, too small to put down and watch from a distance. It was some sort of over-sized palm-top, with an integral keypad. The odd thing was that there were only three buttons on it, two of them marked as arrows left and right. Sandra pressed the left button, but nothing happened. The alien snatched back the screen and pressed the centre button; the screen lit up with the picture of a man as it was returned to her.

'Hey, I would have tried that next,' she thought, but she knew the aliens thought she was fairly stupid.

It seemed odd to Sandra that the aliens, who had no hair to speak of, should think she had no brains, just because she was a woman.

12. Katie's Blue Panties

It was the summer after my senior year in high school, when I was 17. Since we were all going off to college in a few months, my close group of friends tried to spend as much time together as possible.

Our "homebase" was our friend *Amber's house... her parents were very wealthy and her house was huge... and most importantly, her parents were always gone; so you can imagine that worked out nicely for a bunch of teenagers!

Amber had a younger, 13 year old sister named *Katie. And even just at 13, you could already tell Katie was going to grow up to be a beautiful girl.

When all of our friends would hang out at Amber's house, Katie was rarely around or when she was, locked herself in her room, having no interest in the goings-on of soon-to-be-college kids.

Well, one afternoon, everyone had been swimming in Amber's pool. I was tired after a few hours and went inside to shower off the pool-water. The house was otherwise empty with everyone being outside, and I used Amber and Katie's shared bathroom to shower.

Afterward, I walked from the bathroom toward Amber's room, where my dry clothes were being kept and I began to pass by Katie's room on the way. Her door was wide open and she was gone. Being nosey and curious, I walked into her room (wearing only a towel) and began to peek around at all her stuff. As a typical young girl does, she had plenty of photos of herself and her friends taped to the walls everywhere. Looking at her, I couldn't believe how absolutely gorgeous she was, though still under-developed as most girls her age were. I could only imagine how she would fill out as a woman...

Well, thinking these thoughts, my cock began to grow hard and in turn, the towel around my waist started to rise in the front. My search inevitably lead to her dresser.... And I knew what I wanted to see...

...And opening the second drawer from the bottom, I found them: Katie's panties. Though I am no prude, especially at my age then, I simply could not believe what kind of panties Katie had (or for that matter, what her parents allowed her to have). Now, this was the time before thongs and g-strings went mainstream, so she didn't have any of those.... but what she had was as close as could be! Narrow cut backs that I surmised would only cover 1/2 of her butt, thin strings connecting the back to the front, low-cut and low-rise tiny triangles of silk and satin that made up the front.... Katie was a 13 year old, not a stripper! And to think, the sizes these panties were, they were intended for kids! They were not adult or teenagers! I can't believe a company would even make these for children! I was expecting to find full-coverage generic cotton panties with cherries or hearts on them. Instead I found something closer to what her older sister might where on a college-date!

Anyway, I started inspecting her panties one at a time; looking carefully at the crotch area for stained or dried remnants of juices or otherwise. I took turns sniffing them, too. Some smelled like the familiar sour-melon musk of a girl's vagina, others had no smell at all. I became so turned on at the thought that these very panties I held in my hand cover the sweet, young bits of an 13 year old beautiful girl who cannot possibly predict how she will grow up to conquer men and break hearts.... but here I had a keep-sake of that future woman, when she was just in her beginning stages.

Well, that was enough for me to take action. I plucked out a particular nice pair of blue satin panties with thin ribbed strings connecting the back to the front. While still nice, I could tell they've definitely been worn many times before. I took off my towel and spread out on her bed. I wrapped Katie's panties around my throbbing hard-on, making sure the patch of the material that would cover her vagina covered the head of my cock. I then grabbed a purple pair of cotton panties which had dried bits of juices still stuck to the crotch, and put them over my nose and face...

...Then, I proceeded to jack-off. Gripping the satin that was wrapped around my cock, while inhaling the remnant order on the crotch of the panties that lay on my face, I wasn't masturbating to the idea or fantasy of having sex with Katie. She was only 13 years old and that would be wrong to take advantage of a girl that young. No, I was masturbating to the idea that I knew how gorgeous and desired Katie would be some day. I knew men would be fighting over her and be practically suicidal when she broke up with them.... I knew that many, many men would be masturbating to the fantasy of having sex with the "adult-Katie".... so I guess you could say that I was jacking off to the future... to the future of a soon-to-be beautiful woman, and that I--in a sense-- got there first, when she was only 13 and on the brink of discovering the woman she would become.

Then suddenly...

“Dude, what are you doing?!”

My heart shot to my throat. In my excitement, I never once thought to shut Katie’s bedroom door. And now, as I lay completely naked on an 13 year old’s bed, with her panties wrapped around my cock, I looked up-- the purple panties sliding off my face-- to see one of my friends, Jon, standing in the threshold, wide-eyed and completely bemused.

“Err, um…” I struggled. Words were not even forming in my mouth.

“Is this Katie’s room?!” he asked rhetorically.

“Uh, yeah,” I replied. I still was completely frozen.

“What the fuck are you doing, man?”

I sat up and tried to cover my hard-on with my hands.

“ I don’t know man, I was just walking by after I showered and I poked my head in here and thought I’d snoop a bit… then, I discovered her panty-drawer and well… I don’t know, she’s just so damn cute.”

“Dude! She’s 13!!” Jon said, stating the obvious.

“Yeah,” I replied, “But she’s going to grow up to be so gorgeous. I feel awful now, but I just thought about how hot she was going to become, I got turned on.”

“So, you decided to jack-off with her panties while smelling them?”

I was nonplussed. “Yeah.”

There was a moment of silence. Then,

“Toss ‘em here,” Jon said, stretching out his arm toward me.

“What?” I did not understand him at the moment, at all.

“Her panties. Toss ‘em here.”

Still a little shocked, I began to unwrap Katie’s blue panties from around my cock.

“No! Not the ones that have been on your dick! The purple ones!”

“Oh,” I said. I picked up the purple panties that had slid off my face and threw them to Jon, still standing in the doorway. He inspected them, looking closely at the crotch. I knew he saw the same dried, white flakes still stuck to the fabric. He looked at me, turning the crotch outward so I could see it.

“She gets wet already, I guess,” he remarked. I smiled uneasily, still not knowing whether I was going to get called out to everyone or what Jon was going to do next.

And what he did do next was raise the crotch of the purple panties to his nose and inhaled long and deeply, closing his eyes as if to savor the experience more.

“She smells, too,” he said, now smiling for the first time. “Well, you want a partner?”

"What?” I said, now really stunned.

“A partner, man! I’d have never been so perverted as to go into Katie’s room and jack-off with her panties, but fuck, seeing how you’ve already shattered that barrier, I don’t feel so guilty now!”

“What are you talking about,” I asked.

“Dude, everyone knows Katie is going to be fucking hot one day. But, you, you’re trying to beat everyone to the punch! So, fuck… if you’ve already gone and crossed the line, I might as well follow you.”

I was flabbergasted. Looks like Jon had the same idea I always had, but unlike me, would have never gone to the length to be in the situation we were in now. And with that, Jon—who was only wearing his swim-trunks—slipped them off right in front of me, and now, sitting up, I was eye level with Jon’s penis, which was quickly growing hard. We were both about the same size: 7 inches.

Jon walked over and shut Katie’s door; something I should have thought of. He went to Katie’s window and peeked out toward the pool.

“Everyone is still there. But let’s make this quick so someone doesn’t catch us like I caught you. Where’s her panty drawer, dude?”

I pointed to the dresser, “Second one from the bottom.”

Jon bent down and began rummaging through her panties like I had done.

“My God, do her parents know she has underwear like this?” he said.

“I know, right? Where do you even get these?” I commented.

Jon ended up going with the purple ones he initially got from me and climbed onto Katie’s bed as well.

“What do you want to do?” I asked, a little unsure of what exactly the plan was with two naked 17 year olds with full hard-on’s, sitting on an 13 year old’s bed, each with a pair of her panties we had lifted from her dresser.

“What do you think? We jack-off and think about how fucked up it is we have Katie’s panties wrapped around our dicks and how hot she’s going to be one day and how in the future we can say we rubbed the then 13 year old’s panties all over our cocks…”

Man, Jon knew exactly where I was coming from!

So, we faced each other on the bed and began to jack-off. Though it didn’t feel exactly “straight”, I didn’t feel gay at all staring at Katie’s purple panties woven around Jon’s hard-on as he pumped his cock feverishly. I went back and forth between looking down at my own panty-wrapped cock and Jon’s, and I think he was doing the same.

“Man, she’s going to be so hot when she gets older!” he said, pumping even harder.

“God, I know!” I replied while stroking myself faster.

“Here,” Jon said, reaching his hand out toward my cock. “If I keep my hand on the panties and don’t actually touch your dick, it isn’t gay.”

“Ok,” I said before I knew I was even saying it. And before I knew it, Jon’s hand was wrapped around my cock, with Katie’s panties as a barrier, pumping it for me. I instinctually did the same thing to him, taking his throbbing penis into my fist with the purple panties as separation.

The coordination was a little awkward at first, but soon we were both jacking each other off in sync.

“Fuck…ooooh! I’m fuckin’ her panties!” Jon moaned. I have to say, it felt really good with him doing to me as well. “Fuck, dude… in the future, guys will be fucking jacking off to the wish they could be doing what we’re doing right now!”

“I know, man. This is so good!”

This went on for another minute or two, before Jon stopped. “I have to fuck her panties more, man, I have to fuck her panties more!”

I said I didn’t quite understand.

“Cup her panties in both your hands,” he said.

I did and I saw that I had created small cove with my hands, with Katie’s panties bunched up in the space.

“Put your hands on the bed,” Jon said.

I laid my hands on the bed at full arm’s length. Jon proceeded to move up on the bed and “mount” my cupped hands as if they were a vagina. His cock wedged its way into my loose “double-fist” and he proceeded to thrust his cock in and out as if he were fucking a pussy.

“Tighter, man! Grip my cock with the panties, but DON’T touch me with your actual hands!”

For a guy who’s fucking another guy’s hands at the moment, Jon sure seemed a tad homophobic. But I wasn’t thinking that then.

“Ah fuck, I’m gonna cum soon!” he grunted.

“Cum in her panties,” I said… which was more of a precaution not to get any of his spunk on her sheets.

“Tighter, man! Squeeze it!” he said as I could sense he was about to climax.

And as I squeezed his cock hard, I could feel him start to cum, shooting his load straight into Katie’s purple panties.

“Ahhh. Fuck, man, fuck!” Jon wheezed as he collapsed, relaxing. He immediately got up and took the panties out of my hands. He balled them up even more and went back over to Katie’s underwear drawer and buried them under the pile.

“What are you doing?” I asked him.

“For later, man. Maybe she’ll get to them and put them on and never know that she’d be walking around all day with my dried cum close to her pussy.”

“That’s actually kinda hot,” I condoned.

“Ok, now you gotta cum in her panties, too. Do you want to fuck them like I did or something else?”

“Actually, can I sit at the edge of the bed, and you jack me off with the panties?”

“Sure man,” Jon said as I positioned myself upright at the edge of Katie’s bed. Jon got on his knees in between my legs on the floor and grabbed my cock with Katie’s blue panties. He proceeded to jack-me off again. I threw my head back, enjoying the thought that we were doing this with the panties of a future beauty queen.

Suddenly, it happened as if everything were in slow motion: As Jon was jacking me off, I heard the sound of the door-knob being turned, followed by the creak of the door opening. I looked up, my heart jumping into my throat for the second time that day, to see 13 year old Katie coming in through the threshold!

Not expecting to see us, she didn’t even look up at us until she was a few steps in the door already. Then suddenly, there we were: two 17 year old boys, completely naked, one in between the other's legs jacking him off with a pair of her panties….

To her credit, Katie didn’t scream or run… she simply stood there, as shocked as I was. Jon quickly noticed my ghost-white face staring behind him and he turned to see Katie standing there.

“Oh shit!” he said, dropping the blue panties on the floor and quickly getting up, then sitting down next to me on the edge of her bed. Both of us tried to cover our hard cocks with our hands.

Several seconds went by that seemed like an eternity. Then,

“What are you doing in my room?” Katie’s voice cracked, the words barely escaping.

Jon and I looked at each other, then back at Katie… we couldn’t say anything, even as a collective. Katie’s eyes ventured down to spot her blue panties on the floor, but she didn’t say anything, then looked back at us.

“Are you both naked?” she asked.

Silence again, then I said, “Um, yeah. We’re sorry.”

“What are you doing?” she asked more specifically.

“We, uh… we, er…” I was struggling. “We were playing with each other. We thought you were gone. We’re sorry,” I said again.

“I came home and Amber told me I could swim with everyone,” Katie said.

“Well, we didn’t know you were coming home, Katie. Please don’t tell anyone,” I pleaded. Christ, if everyone downstairs found out what Jon and I were doing, much less what we were doing to each other… I think I would’ve died.

“Are those your penises?” Katie asked looking between both our legs; both of us still raging hard, it was tough to conceal the whole thing.

Jon and I looked at each other, down at our cocks, then back to Katie.

“Um, yeah. They are. Boys have these and girls have something else,” I said.

“I’m not stupid,” Katie said defensively. “Mom told me about sex. I’ve seen my dad’s before and my friend Carl showed me his in his backyard once, but it wasn’t sticking up like yours.”

“Yeah, this happens when boys get excited,” I said.

“Can I see them?” Katie asked walking closer. She was truly fascinated.

I looked at Jon, feeling very uneasy; Katie was still 13, after all.

Jon could sense my hesitation. “Dude, we’re busted anyway,” he said low and under his breath. I could read his implication: maybe if we let Katie have her way, that she might not tell anyone about this.

And with that, Jon and I took our hands away from our laps, letting our combined 14 inches fly high in the air of Katie’s bedroom. Katie came right up to us and just stared at our cocks for a while, studying them.

It was awkward for both Jon and I, but at the same time, it was damn exciting and our cocks weren’t going soft. Here was an 13 year old beautiful girl, who we both agreed would one day grow into a beautiful woman, standing in front of our completely naked selves, both sitting on the bed she sleeps in every night, with our erect cocks exposed and presented for her curiosity; and not only that, she had just caught one of us jacking the other off with a pair of her panties that she has worn and has covered her young vagina many times over…

…it was surreal to say the least and nobody knew what was going to happen next.

“I want to touch one,” Katie declared.

Both Jon and I went white once more, and I swear I felt my cock jerk on its own.

“Uh, Katie, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I said. So far, Jon hadn’t said anything.

“But I want to touch one,” she said, almost whining a little.

“Listen, kid… what grade are you going to be in?” Jon finally chiming in.

“I’m going into 8th grade.”

“Yeah, and we’re going into college. A 8th grader shouldn’t be touching a college guy’s dick, got it?” Jon said firmly.

“If I show you mine, will you let me touch yours?” she offered.

Jon and I inhaled sharply, both at the same time. She wasn’t making this easy and our will was only so strong.

“I was going to change into my swim-suit anyway, so you can watch and see my stuff. Then, let me touch yours.”

Jon and I looked at each other. Jon muttered so I could only really hear, “Let’s just do it.”

“Ok,” I said, though I was feeling horrible about it. But, I also thought it would be such a novelty to be able to say to myself I saw Katie nude when she was a child and I could carry that with me when she grew into a woman.

“Alright kid. You change into your swimsuit and you can touch us,” Jon said.

“Ok,” Katie said and she walked over to her dresser. Opening one of the drawers she pulled out a yellow two-piece. “I’m going to take my clothes off now,” she said.

“Ok,” I said.

And Jon and I watched as Katie nervously began to remove her clothing. First, she took off a trendy little vest she had covering a fitted, girly t-shirt. Then she pulled her t-shirt over her head. She had on a bra, which was more of a training-bra as Katie didn’t really have breasts yet. She then unzipped her jeans and pulled them down to her ankles, stepping out of them. Her panties were not unlike the style in which I had found in her drawer… they were black silk, low-rise, with floss-thin strings connecting the front and back. Standing there in her panties and training bra, I was reminded just how pubescent she appeared. A string-bean, maybe weighed 80 pounds soaking wet; curves of a grown woman’s hips, ass, and breasts were still years away.

Katie hesitated for a second and then quickly pulled down her panties and stepped out of them, revealing a vagina so tiny, it almost looked as if she didn’t have one at all. No labia formed any folds… all Jon and I could see was the tiniest indentation of a slit between her legs. She had begun to grow hair, but it was more like peach fuzz or baby-hair. She then removed her training bra and let it drop to the floor revealing non-existed breasts; though her nipples were slightly swollen and puffed… but no bigger than a nickel.

Knowing how much courage it took her to expose the most private parts of herself to someone—older boys, much less— I knew we needed to be encouraging.

“You are very beautiful, Katie. You have a beautiful body. We like it very much,” I said gently. And the funny part is I meant it.

“I don’t look like the girls on TV,” she said shyly.

“What shows are you watching?”

Bear in mind, I’m 30 now, so this was awhile ago. She named off a few shows that you’d laugh at now, by today’s standards.

“Well, those girls are fake and we think you’re more beautiful than they are,” I said. Katie smiled at this. “We both think you’re going to grow into an even more beautiful woman when you get older. This is why we were in your room playing. We were both just thinking so much about how beautiful you’d become that it began to feel good. So, we were both feeling good together, thinking about you.”

I couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of my mouth.

“Really? Thinking about me makes you feel good?” she asked, still standing awkwardly in front of us, completely naked.

“Yes,” I said. “And if we think about you and touch our penises, it makes us feel even better. Maybe you’ll understand when you’re older and begin to touch yourself too, but that’s kinda how it works.

“What does it feel like?” she asked.

“It’s hard to describe. You just touch your private parts and think of something that makes you happy and it just starts feeling real good,” I told her.

“So, why was he touching you?” she asked, pointing to Jon.

"Well, sometimes other people will help you feel good,” was my best explanation.

“That’s when they have sex,” she stated, more than she asked.

“That’s one of the things that can happen. There’s all kinds of stuff that you can do to yourself or someone can do to you that can make you happy and feel good.”

“If I touch you, will it feel good?” she asked.

I gulped. This was starting to tread into dangerous territory.

“Yes, Katie, it would. But I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“But you said if I showed you my ‘little lady’ I could touch you.”

I smiled. Her mother must have told her to refer to her pussy as, “little lady”.

Jon nudged me. “Dude, just let her,” he urged.

I hesitated, breathed deep, then finally said, “Ok, Katie, you can touch us.”

The room went silent and Katie just stood there, staring at our still-hard cocks for a few moments. Then she approached us as if this was a petting zoo. She reached out with her hand and ran her fingers across the head of my cock. Her little fingers felts so warm and small on my penis, sending what felt like electricity through my cock, spreading out all over my body. This was so wrong! A naked 13 year old was touching my erect dick and I was allowing it!

“Can I touch yours, too?” she asked Jon.

“Sure, kid,” Jon said, watching her every move as she reached outward with the same hand and ran it across his shaft.

“They’re hard,” she observed.

“That’s right,” I said.

“Did it feel good?” she asked.

“Yes, it felt very good, Katie,” I assured.

“Do you want me to touch it more?” she asked.

“Only if you want to,” I said.

“I want to,” she assured me now.

I agreed and Katie proceed to run her hand and fingers all up and down my cock. I closed my eyes, trying to pretend this wasn’t an 13 year old that was driving me wild. She stopped with me, then turned and did the same thing to Jon.

“It feel good?”

“Yes!” we both replied.

Since it appeared we had already crossed the line a long time ago, I told myself that whatever was going to happen and play out for however long this lasted, I would just let happen.

“Katie, do you think you could maybe touch both of us a the same time?” Jon asked. In my mind I commended him for such a genius idea.

Katie agreed, and with both her hands she explored both our cocks at once. I watched her fondle Jon’s dick and Jon watch her fondle mine. It was so unbelievably hot to know that this girl would grow up to be so gorgeous, but now, at 13, she was exploring her first cocks and they were ours!

“Katie, do you like lollipops?” I asked her.

“Sure,” she said.

“Well, it would feel real good if you tried to lick our penises like you were eating a lollipop.”

“Really?” she asked innocently.

“Really,” I said.

“What do I do?”

“Here,” I stopped her from touching our cocks and motioned for her to get down on her knees between my legs. Having a close-up view now, she studied my cock like she was doing it for class. “Now, take my cock in one of your hands, or use both if you want…”

She did just that.

“And bring your mouth to the top and lick it.”

Again, she hesitated, but quickly went for it. I could feel her hot breath close in on the head of my cock just before I felt the wetness of a little tongue brush over it. I about melted right there.

“Like this?” she looked up and asked.

“Yeah, just like that,” I said. “Treat it like a lollipop and licked it all over. You can even try to fit it in your mouth. It feels so good, Katie, I swear.”

Katie proceeded to lick the head of my cock all over. I watched her work her little tongue over and over it. Then she tried to fit it in her mouth, but she could only get a little bit in. It still felt amazing. She obviously had no idea what she was doing, and if this were a blow-job by someone my own age, I would have thought how terrible it was, but because it was beautiful, 13 year old Katie, to this day, I have never had a better blow-job.

“Katie, this feels amazing. You should let Jon feel how good it is.”

“Ok,” she said.

She moved over between Jon’s legs and did the same thing. A little more confident now that she had already done it with me, she was a bit more aggressive with Jon’s cock… and Jon was loving it.

I took my own cock in hand and began stroking myself, watching Katie self-teach herself a blow-job.

“Katie, you feel amazing,” Jon said. He looked at me and smiled.

After awhile, I stopped Katie for fear she might just keep going.

“Katie, thank you very much. You made us both feel very good,” I said.

“Would sex make you feel good, too?” she asked. I had to stop myself from laughing out loud, because she’s asking a very earnest question and I didn’t want to make her feel stupid or insecure by laughing.

“Sex does feel good. But you’re too young for me to have sex with you,” I explained. “It would be wrong.”

“Well, I want to feel good, too,” she complained.

“Well, we can touch you in kinda the same ways you touched us… with our hands and our mouths, and it might feel good.”

“Ok,” she said.

“But Katie, if it doesn’t feel good or you’re uncomfortable and don’t want to be doing this anymore, you have to let us know as soon as possible.”

“Ok,” she said again.

“Alright, come up here on the bed and lie down.” Katie hopped up and laid out on the sheets.

I positioned myself right up next to her side. Jon moved so he was between her legs. Jon began to spread her legs apart and I explained as he went:

“Jon’s going to move your legs so he can see your ‘little lady’ better. He’s going to use his hands and mouth like you used on us and I’m going to be right here if you don’t feel good or comfortable.”

“Ok,” Katie said nervously.

I watched Jon as he reached in between Katie’s legs, touching the small slit of her pussy. He spent awhile just touching and massaging it.

“Does that feel good?” I asked her.

“It doesn’t feel like anything,” she observed.

“Ok, just wait. Now, he’s going to use his mouth on your ‘little lady’, tell me what you feel.”

I watched as Jon opened his mouth and easily put it over Katie’s entire pussy. I could see his tongue moving around through his cheeks and I knew he was eating her out.

Katie began to laugh, “It tickles!”

I relaxed a little, knowing she was beginning to have some fun.

“Yes, it can tickle sometimes.”

“I like it!” she giggled.

As Jon continued to eat Katie’s 13 year old pussy, I brushed my fingers up and down her stomach and swirled them around her tiny, but puffy nipples. I pressed my cock into her hip, enjoying her soft, warm skin on my dick.

After awhile, Jon looked up at me and asked if I wanted a turn. I asked Katie if she wanted me to and she eagerly agreed!

Now I was between Katie’s wide-spread legs, staring at the open slit that was her pussy. I remember thinking that one day many mens’ cocks might pass between this slit when it was mature, but that Jon and I were the ones pioneering this fresh territory, first. I dove right in, gently licking her pussy, pushing in my tongue and getting a little taste of her sweet-and-sour insides. I spent a good long while on her pussy, before I ventured a little lower, lifting her tiny butt up with my hands and getting a first look at the rose-bud that was her tiny asshole.

I looked up to ask if Katie would like me to lick her asshole, too… but to my pleasant surprise, I saw Jon had positioned himself at the head of her bed and Katie was now licking and trying to put his dick in her mouth again.

I didn’t want to interrupt, so I went ahead and began to tongue her tiny butthole. She didn’t even seem to notice; maybe she was too preoccupied with Jon’s dick in her small mouth or maybe it just didn’t feel like anything. Regardless, I was getting hot knowing I was tonguing what would probably be “the last frontier” when it came to sex when she got older. I pushed my tongue harder, the tip of it punching through Katie’s puckered hole and I got my first taste of the inside of her ass. I worked harder and only ended up getting the tip and just a little more of my tongue into her asshole, but I was satisfied with that. I went back and forth between her ass and her pussy for several minutes.

I heard a grunt and knew before I looked up that Jon was about to cum again. He grabbed his dick as Katie pulled her mouth away and stroked his cock gently as a second wave of pearl-white strings shot from his dick, landing on his chest and stomach.

“Ewwwww!” Katie said, a little disgusted. “What happened? What is that?”

“That’s called ‘cumming’, sweetheart,” I explained. “It’s what happens when you feel good for a long time, it finally ‘explodes’ like a volcano and that’s what comes out of a boy.”

“That’s sperm, right?” Katie said, surely referencing what she had learned about sex from her mom.

“That’s right,” I smiled.

“Does anything come out of me?” she asked.

“It depends, I think,” I said not really knowing. “I’ve heard something comes out sometimes, but I think mostly your ‘explosion’ happens inside of a girl.”

Jon got up and wiped the semen off his stomach with the black panties Katie had been wearing.

“Are you going to explode?” Katie asked looking at me.

“I want to, “I said. “Do you want to help me?”

“Sure,” she said, casually. Geeze!…a veteran already!

I laid out on the bed, my cock still at a strong ‘high-noon’.

“Should I touch it and lick it again?” Katie asked.

“Actually, I want you to climb on top of me and put your ‘little lady’on top of my penis.”

“Dude, what are you doing?” Jon asked, a little concerned.

I spoke in a way that addressed both of them, “Now Katie, when you learned about sex, you learned that a boy puts his penis in your ‘little-lady’, right?”

“Yes,” she said, a little hesitant.

“Well, I’m not going to do that. My penis is a little too big and your ‘little-lady’ isn’t ready to have sex or anything inside of her, yet. But, what I do want you to do is sit on my lap and rub your ‘little-lady’ on top of my penis, back and forth, making it slide. That way, it will feel real good for me and I’ll probably explode. But don’t worry, nothing’s going inside of you.”

Katie seemed to understand and Jon was a little relieved.

She climbed on top of me and straddled my lap. I cupped my hands, engulfing both her little ass cheeks, and positioned so my cock fell between her tiny slit as best as it could.

Looking at my cock now pressed up against her little pussy, it looked mammoth, as if I even tried to put my dick inside of her, it would not only split open her pussy too wide, but my cock would be so big and far up inside, it would hit her lungs.

Luckily for her, that wasn’t the case. I was completely satisfied feeling the little warmth and wetness of her tiny pussy as I began to slide her back and forth over my cock. Sometimes, I’d slide her far enough up where the head of my cock would be able to press up inside just a tiny bit… and the head of a penis being the most sensitive part, needless to say, it felt amazing!

I looked up at Katie; she looked so young and pubescent… a true purity that only her age could impart. And I can’t relay enough how strikingly beautiful she was for 13 years old, a tell-tale of the woman she was to become… and I, and Jon, were able to shepherd her into the world of sexuality.

I looked over at Jon, who by some miracle, was completely rock hard again and stroking his dick to the sight of an 13 year old rubbing her tiny pussy all across my own rock hard dick.

I closed my eyes, concentrating on the sensation of a little girl’s pussy sliding on my cock. It was amazing… the whole situation was so surreal and wonderful and too good to be true…

And it was…

“AHHHHHH! OH MY GOD! WHAT THE FUCK?!! KATIE!!!!”

A scream shattered the sexual atmosphere of Katie’s bedroom. To my horror, I looked to the doorway to see Amber, my friend and host, standing there with a look of sheer shock and terror.

Katie immediately leapt off my lap, covering her private parts and backed into the corner nearest her. Jon, who had been standing up masturbating, quickly tried to cover his hard on, but just remained standing there, facing Amber. I instinctually grabbed fistfuls of the sheets on Katie’s bed and pulled them over my hard dick.

All of us were frozen solid, unable to speak or move after. Amber was standing in the threshold of Katie’s doorway with soaking wet hair and a towel covering her. I presumed she must have come into shower off as well, and was on her way to her room when she decided to check in on Katie, since Katie had mentioned she had come home and asked Amber if she could swim with her and our friends… but then got held up experimenting with me and Jon.

It seemed our faces were finally registering with Amber, outside of the initial shock of seeing several naked bodies in her little sister’s room.

“Ben? Jon?”, Amber said, sounding like she was about to cry, but at the same time, rip our heads off. A pause, then, “What the fuck are you doing to my little sister?!!!”

Amber came into the room and moved toward Katie. “Honey, did they hurt you? What happened!”

“We didn’t have sex with her, Amber!” I started babbling, scared as shit. “We were only playing.”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP, BEN!” Amber screamed as she grabbed what looked like a blankie Katie might have had when she was younger and covered Katie.

“She caught me and Jon in here, and she started asking questions and wanting to see our privates,” I pressed, trying to defend a defenseless situation.

But Amber didn’t care about any of our bullshit right then; she hugged Katie tightly, “Did they hurt you, honey? What did they do to you?”

“They didn’t do anything, Amber,” Katie said, rather strongly. It seemed like she resented being treated like a child. “It was like Ben said, I came in and they were naked, touching each other, and I wanted to touch them to. I asked them, it was my idea and I wanted to.”

Amber looked at us, “You guys were ‘touching each other’?” No one was gay or seemed to even be remotely curious about the same-sex in our group, so this really came out of left-field for Amber.

“Yeah, but it wasn’t gay. We were comparing dick sizes,” I lied, trying to save the worsening situation. “And then started feeling each other's cocks for girth and hardness. Winner gets bragging rights.”

God, that didn’t even sound like it made any sense, but I had to go with it.

“Then Katie caught us, and like I said, starting asking questions and being curious. We thought if we just went along with it she wouldn’t bust us to you or the others. But, like I said, we didn’t try to have sex with her.”

“Then what was she doing on top of you?!” Amber yelled.

“She was just rubbing herself on my cock. She wanted to have sex, but I wasn’t going to do that, so I gave her the closest thing to it.”

“And you think that’s fucking OK to do to an 13 year old? She doesn’t know anything!!” Amber screamed.

“Don’t tell me I don’t know anything!” Katie, now screamed at Amber. “Mom told me all about sex and I wanted to know some stuff! And Ben is telling the truth, he told me I was too young to have a penis inside of me and that he wouldn’t do it, but I’m the one who asked, Amber! I wanted it, because I wanted to know! Don’t treat me like I’m a little kid!”

Amber bent down a little and looked Katie in the eyes, “But you are a little kid, Katie, and should not be playing with boys yet, much less boys this old,” Amber looked up at us and glared. “And they should know much better than to play with someone as young as you.”

“I might be 13, but I’m not stupid. And I wanted to know, so don’t tell me what’s good for me and what’s not,” Katie rebelled. God, she was really sticking up for me and Jon!

“What did they make you do?” Amber asked.

“They didn’t make me do anything. I asked and they let me do what I wanted,” Katie replied.

“And what was that?”

“I touched their penises and it felt really hard and warm. Then, I licked them like a lollipop…”

“JESUS CHRIST! FUCK YOU TWO, YOU FUCKING PIGS!” Amber screamed at Jon and I. We could only hang out heads.

“I WANTED TO!” Katie screamed at Amber. “I wanted to know, so stop yelling at them.”

But Amber ignored her little sister and got right up in our faces.

“You’re both going to prison for this, you fucking bastards! You molested my little sister and took advantage of her stupidity!”

“I’M NOT STUPID!” Katie screamed.

“YES YOU ARE, NOW SHUT UP!” Amber screamed back.

And with that, Katie grabbed hold of the towel Amber had wrapped around her body and yanked! The towel was jerked right off, and suddenly, Amber was standing in front of us, completely nude! For a moment, Amber was frozen in shock, just standing there naked and exposed.

A quick note about Amber: while she was definitely pretty at 17, she was no where near what Katie was going to look like at her age. Katie had the bone structure and makings of a high-fashion model… Amber was more like a cute sorority girl. However, what Amber DID have right now was a body. At 17, she was short, maybe 5’3”, and had a short torso, but her breasts had already grown into full, perky 36C’s… she also had nice rounded ass and hips. I was now looking at her exposed pussy as well… definitely more developed and grown than Katie’s, her labia, pronounced, but still with nice, snug lips. She had a small patch of medium length pubic hair that had been trimmed on the sides in order to wear a bikini.

Then suddenly, Amber snapped out of it and instead of trying to wrestle back the towel from Katie behind her, instinctually reached out for the closest thing in her eyeline, which were the sheets on Katie’s bed. Of course, I had also been holding the sheets over my lap, so when Amber yanked them to cover her breasts and pussy, it also pulled the sheets from my grasp, leaving me completely exposed on the bed now, my hard cock for all to see, once again. Though I’m sure Amber didn’t intend to, she did a double-take at my cock, before starting to march across Katie’s room for the door.

Having been silent and stoic this entire time, it was when Amber was almost to the door that Jon finally took action. He took his hands away from his still-hard cock and ran to cut Amber off before she could reach for the door knob.

“Wait! Just wait a minute,” Jon pleaded as he slid in between the door and Amber. He was so close, Jon may have accidentally knocked Amber’s thigh with his cock as he slipped past her to block the door, because I clearly saw Amber look right down at Jon’s cock as well, as if she were to say, ‘excuse me’.

“Just wait one minute…” Jon didn’t know where this was going to go, but he knew that we needed to stall.

“Get out of my way you pervert,” Amber said angrily. From where I was sitting, Amber ‘s back was to me and while the sheets she had taken were covering the front of her, her backside and ass were completely exposed. I remember thinking how nice Amber’s ass looked at that moment.

“Ok…” Jon said, stalling some more, “Ok… now we’ve all just been through a lot these last few minutes and there’s been some yelling and a lot of mixed-signals and miscommunication. All I’m asking for is that we all just sit here for a moment and think.”

Maybe Amber didn’t know what to say next or that she had too many angry words trying to come out of her mouth it all became jammed up in there, but whatever the reason, she remained silent for the moment.

“Now, like Ben was saying, we didn’t hurt your sister, we didn’t try to have sex with her, and we had no intention of doing so. Maybe we weren’t using the best judgment, but she was genuinely curious, we were already caught and naked, so we just let things take their own course, but at no time was Katie not in control or not had the option to stop or leave.”

“But that shouldn’t—“ Amber began, but Jon cut her off…

“She wanted to know about boy parts and to see for herself. I remember I was just as curious at that age, I used to hide in my parents' closet and watch my mom come out of the shower and get dressed, just so I could see her breasts and vagina. Come on, weren’t you just as curious at her age?” he asked Amber.

Amber was fuming, but she gave it fair thought. “I suppose,” she finally conceded.

Then, Jon brought out the big guns: “And don’t think we’ve not been friends long enough for me to know that, Jason, who’s right outside in the pool right now, had his dick grabbed and fondled by you—which was your idea—when you two were nine years old.”

Amber turned bright red and tried to hide her face. “That fucking asshole!”

Jon reassured her, “Don’t be upset! Jason’s one of my best friends, and of course you tell your friends something like that. But that’s not the point. The point is, you were just as curious when you were even younger than Katie, and you were touching and grabbing dicks.”

“Yeah, but he was ten, too! Not fucking almost 18, like you two!”

“I agree! Yes, this wasn’t ideal circumstances, but it was a circumstance, nonetheless. And it’s not like we propositioned Katie; she walked in on us! Then, things just happened!”

“But, she’s 13 and you’re almost 18! What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Amber reiterated.

“I know! Again, not ideal, but we were busted jacking each other off! She could’ve ran and told on us, but she started wanting to see and touch us… what were we gonna do? She had sway over us, and fuck if we weren’t just going to let it play out so maybe everyone could get what they want.”

“Does that include him—“ Amber pointed back at me, “—rubbing his dick all over a 13 year old’s vagina?”

“She wanted to have sex,” I piped up. “And I wasn’t going to do that, so I guess I gave her the closest simulation.”

“You’re fucking disgusting,” Amber sneered back at me.

“It’s true!” Katie said, after being silent this whole time. “I want to have sex.”

“Katie, you’re too young to have sex,” Amber remarked.

“But she’s not too young to be so curious about it,” Jon defended. “She would’ve done the same thing you did with Jason, with one of her friends. And maybe that kid would’ve pressed for more. At least she’s satisfying her curiosity with us, people who will respect and stop if she gets too uncomfortable. And now you’re here as well, which you wouldn’t have been if she ended up doing this with someone else… making sure that she didn’t get hurt.”

It’s quite obvious that Jon was going to study law in college!

Amber didn’t have a rebuttal at the moment; Jon’s logic, as twisted as it was, did make sense as much as it could for such a fucked-up situation.

She turned to Katie. “What did you think you were going to ‘learn’ from these guys?”

“I dunno,” Katie said, still holding the blankie over her front, though it hung loosely and from the slanted angle I was at on the bed, I could see between her legs as she stood there. “They are older boys and their penises looked cool….”

That is still the one and only time a girl has called my cock, “cool”.

“And mom told me all about sex and I just wanted to see for myself. I still do.”

Amber walked back across the room toward Katie, her backside still exposed.

“And you can learn more about it when you get older, sweetie. But right now, you’re too young.”

“Who says?!” Katie suddenly lashed out. “I know all about it, and I want to try it.”

“You just can’t right now, Katie. It’s just the way it is.”

“But I want to see how it works. Mom showed me with stupid pictures, but everyone at school says it works for real, much better.”

“Jesus Christ, what is with kids these days?” a 17 year old Amber said, which I found hilarious, as we were still kids, then.

“I have an idea,” Jon said, moving back across the room toward the bed, hard cock out and waving in the air. “Amber, why don’t we show Katie what she wants.”

“And how exactly do we do that?” she said, seeing clearly through Jon’s thinly-veiled proposition.

“Why don’t Ben and I have sex with you and Katie can watch,” he said confidently.

“Oh, you would fucking like that, wouldn’t you?” Amber said, slightly disgusted, yet I could sense that she was half-considering it as well.

“Think about it: you can be right there for her to show and point out how things are working as they are happening. You can answer any questions she has right then. Fuck, it’d be more safe and controlled than if she goes off by herself asking some horny 7th grader to show her in his backyard.”

Jon, of course, was hinting at the inside-fact that Katie had indeed already started doing that, remembering the story she told us earlier about the boy who showed her his penis.

“I wanna see it,” Katie said. And she really, really did.

Amber sighed and hung her head. “This is so fucked up,” she said to herself, then she turned to Katie, “Do you really want to see sex?”

“Yes. Really,” Katie replied.

“Oh my fucking god, what the fuck am I doing?” Amber said. “Ok, but you ask about EVERYTHING, so you don’t go asking more questions to some pervert little boy, ok?”

“Ok,” Katie said, smiling, happy that she was going to get her way.

“And I’m not fucking both of you,” Amber said turning to us.

Jon and I looked at each other, “Which one of us do you want?” I asked.

“Stand next to each other, so I can see both your cocks,” Amber ordered as she sat down on the bed.

I got up off the bed and stood next to Jon; both our cocks were hard as ever in anticipation.

Amber explained to Katie what she was thinking. “Katie, the reason I’m looking at their penises, is because I want to see which one is bigger. Generally, if a boy has a bigger penis, sex will feel better.”

“Why?” Katie asked.

“Because the bigger it is, the more it fills you up and that feels real good. But it can’t be too big, because that can hurt.”

“Jesus, how many guys have you fucked before?!” I asked, flabbergasted at this exposition.

“Shut up, Ben!” Amber snapped and motioned for Katie to come sit next to her on the bed. “Now, which is bigger?” she asked her.

Katie looked back and forth between our hard-on’s. Like I mentioned earlier, Jon and I were both about seven inches long, but now that both our cocks were in the spotlight, I could see that Jon was a little more thick than me.

“He is!” Katie said, pointing at Jon’s cock.

“Yeah, I think he is, too,” Amber approved.

“Sorry, bro,” Jon said as he smiled and shrugged.

I was disappointed, sure, but this whole situation was still hot, so I guess I wouldn’t mind taking the bench on this one.

“Now,” she said, addressing Katie the whole time, “The reason Jon’s penis is so hard and long right now is because he’s aroused, which basically means he’s thinking about sex and wants it. Normally, guys’ penises are soft and hang between their legs.”

“I think dad’s was like that when I saw him in the shower once,” Katie said.

“Ok, that was more than I wanted to know,” Amber said, shaking off the comment. “Anyway, either himself or a girl can help get him aroused and hard by touching his penis with her hand like this…”

Amber grabbed Jon’s dick like a pro and slowly started stroking him.

“…and you move your hand over it or grip it like I’m doing and stroke or pump it.”

“That’s what they were doing to each other when I walked in,” Katie said innocently.

I covered my face with my hands and Jon turned a little red.

“Yeah, we’re going to have to talk about that one later,” Amber said, eyeing us both.

“So, doing this (stroking cock) really makes a guy feel good. You can also put your mouth on it. This makes him very happy.”

“It does indeed!” Jon grinned.

“Shut up!” Amber said, as she then proceeded to lick his head and shaft expertly, like she was going to town on an ice-cream cone. “These down here are his balls. That’s apart of the parts that make him feel good too. You can touch and lick these as well.”

And with that, Amber cupped Jon’s balls and gave them a tongue bath. Jon was loving it.

“Putting his penis in your mouth makes it feel kinda like sex for him, but not for you. It’s a very special thing to do and you do it for him, because you like him,” Amber said, looking up at Jon…

…And that’s when I saw it…that look in Amber’s eye… did she REALLY like Jon?

Well, she did at least for the moment, as she engulfed his cock in her mouth. She jacked his shaft in sync as she worked his cock in and out from between her lips.

She took his dick out for a moment. “This is also called a ‘blow-job’. So, if your friends at school are talking about ‘blow-jobs’, now you know.”

She put Jon’s dick back into her mouth and worked him more. It seemed that finally, she just might be getting into this for herself as well.

Above, Jon was moaning, really getting into Amber’s talent.

“Can I try?” Katie suddenly asked, breaking Amber’s rhythm. She stopped.

“No, you can’t,” Amber said.

“But I want to!” Katie complained.

“Just let her,” Jon said. “She wants to do it and she’s just going to go do it on some other boy and you won’t be there this time.”

“Ugh! Fine!” Amber said. “Here…” she said, offering Katie, Jon’s cock, “Come here.”

“Eeeeww! It has your spit all over it!” Katie said, disgusted.

“Fine! Ben, come over here!” Amber ordered.

Looks like I would be getting some action, after all. I came over and stood next to Jon again. Katie scooted over on the bed, dropping her blankie, so she was now completely naked again. Amber grabbed my cock and positioned it for Katie.

“Now take his penis in both your hands…”

Katie’s little fingers once again wrapped around my shaft and that same electric tingle shot down my cock, into my spine, then all over my body.

“….and move it up and down firmly, like I showed you.”

It took Katie a moment to find the right pressure and rhythm, but not too long and she was pumping my cock much better than she was earlier.

“Now, if you want to, open your mouth as wide as you can, and try to take his penis into your mouth. Do put too much in, because you’ll gag; only as much as you’re comfortable with. And be careful not to bite down or use your teeth. That will hurt him.”

“Yes! That will hurt me!’ I emphasized.

Katie opened her mouth wider than she ever did the first time and lowered it onto my cock. Her mouth was still much smaller than a grown girl, so much of my cock wouldn’t fit in, but I’d say she was able to fit a good three inches.

“Now, slide you mouth up and down on his penis like this,” Amber instructed as she then turned to face Jon’s cock, envelop it, and did exactly what she wanted Katie to imitate.

Katie watched her for a moment, then started to do the same, her little mouth working over my cock. I looked down, realizing the novelty of the scene: two sisters, one 13, one 17, both completely nude and sucking on cocks, one of which happened to be mine.

I groaned, enjoying working my dick into the 13 year old’s mouth. I couldn’t believe me stealing away into Katie’s room to jack-off with her panties had lead to this!

“Ok, I’m tired,” Katie said not soon after, as she removed my dick from her mouth.

“No problem. You can stop whenever you want. Never let any guy make you keep going if you’re too tired, your mouth hurts, or if you just don’t want to,” Amber lectured.

“Are you going to have sex, now,” Katie asked.

“Yes, you still want to see that, right?”

“YES!” Katie said, her eyes lighting up.

Amber finally let the sheets she had been covering herself with drop completely. She scooted to be in the center of the bed more and laid on her back. Katie, still nude as well, sat near Amber’s head.

“Sex can be done in many positions, but you’ll just have to discover that on your own, someday. The most common one is where the woman lies on her back, like I’m doing, and opens her legs…”

Amber opened her legs, giving Jon and I a full view of her spreading vagina. Pink and wet, it was just yearning for cock now!

“…and the man climbs on top and places his penis in the vagina.”

That was Jon’s cue, and he eagerly hopped to it; he climbed onto the bed and lowered himself between Amber’s legs.

“Watch closely,” Amber said as she took a hold of Jon’s cock and guided it into her pussy. Katie watched, transfixed, as Jon’s cock widened her sister’s pussy as it pushed inside of her, slipping inch by inch until the base of his cock pressed hard against her outer lips.

“Now, see how easily his penis slipped inside of me, even though it is big? That’s because I am wet. When you get aroused and excited thinking about sex, guy’s penises get hard and girls get wet inside their vaginas. This helps make sex easier.”

I have to say, Katie was absolutely transfixed.

Jon began thrusting his cock in and out of Amber’s pussy.

“He’s now moving his penis in and out of me. This makes us both feel really good,” Amber said, now getting a little more turned on and less clinical.

“…It….feels…really….good,” Amber trailed off. Moments later, she began to moan and concentrating less on Katie’s “education” and more on having sex with Jon.

I found myself stroking my cock once again, watching Katie’s naked body watching her older sister fuck. I looked at her tiny ass as she leaned over Amber’s torso, to get closer look at what was going on. From behind, her little pussy was exposed again and I wished how I could just slip my cock into her from that position.

“I’m getting excited, too” Katie said, watching cock plunge in and out of pussy.

It took a moment for Amber to answer, “Yes, that’s called getting ‘turned-on’… it can happen if you watch or think about sex.”

“I want to try it,” Katie pleaded.

Amber was a little more loosened up, now that the sex she was having was turning out to be really enjoyable.

“You can’t, sweetie, you’re too young,” Amber said between short breathes. She was definitely on her way to an orgasm.

“But it looks fun and I want to do it, too,” Katie whined.

Amber was silent for a moment, completely being sidetracked with Jon humping her brains out. Then she looked over to me:

“Ben, you be gentle with her. Go slow!” Amber turned to Katie, “Ben will have sex with you if you want, Katie. But you tell him if it hurts and he’ll stop.”

“But won’t it hurt her?” I said uneasily. I hadn’t ACTUALLY planned or wanted to have sex with Katie, for real.

“Just make sure she’s wet,” Amber said, barely able to get out the words between pleasure noises. “And don’t worry about her hymen. She broke that last year riding her bike.”

“Katie, are you sure you want to have sex with me?” I asked her as she looked up at me with that gorgeous face that would one day go on to win beauty pageants.

“Yes!” she squealed! She could tell Amber was having so much fun, she wanted in on the action.

“Ok, lie down just like your sister…” I cooed.

“BE GENTLE!” Amber yelled, which was followed by a, “Oh! Oh! OH!” right after.

Katie laid down next to Amber on the bed. She looked so little laying there, her stringy arms and legs unsure where they should be placed. I bent down and spread her legs and put my mouth to her tiny pussy once again. I ran my tongue all over, trying to work it between her miniature lips. Meanwhile, she was giggling almost uncontrollably.

“Amber, can you get my dick wet?” I asked, as Amber face was closest. Amber looked over and up at me, then figuring it wasn’t worth arguing about, leaned over and put her mouth over my dick and worked it in and out as Jon continued to fuck her.

After about half-a-minute, she stopped and without another word, went back to concentrating on fucking Jon. Meanwhile, my freshly wet cock was ready to try out Katie’s 13 year old, tiny pussy.

I moved my cock closer to her vagina and positioned it to enter.

“Ok, now I’m going to go slow, just tell me how you feel every step of the way.”

Katie nodded and I took my cock with one hand and pressed the head against the outer lips of her pussy. It looked massive against her tiny slit and at the moment I thought no way was this going to work. But, I pressed harder and her tiny lips began to spread. Katie’s face scrunched up and I knew she wasn’t comfortable.

“Do you want me to stop?” I asked, gently?

“No, it’s ok. It just feels big,” she said.

“It will, but the more you relax, the more you’ll open up and it will be easier,” I said hoping just as well.

After a moment of my head sitting at the entrance, I tried again, pushing more this time and it wasn’t any easier, but a little more was able to get in. Katie’s face remained slightly scrunched and I asked again if she wanted to stop or if it hurt and she said, ‘no’.

So, with some patience and persistence, I continued to try and fit my cock inside the 13 year old. Looking down between our legs, my cock was just massive in comparison to her pussy and the rest of her tiny frame. But, as little as I was inside, it felt amazing; my dick completely jammed into a tiny, wet, warm hole. What was even more exciting was the actual fact my cock was really inside an 13 year old girl, who was going to be so hot one day. And I was her first…. There will never be another ‘me’.

Waiting more and pushing more, the entire head of my cock was now squeezed up inside Katie. I began to move the head back and forth, every so slightly and after a long time, her pussy began to give a little and I was able to fit about another inch of my cock by the end.

So, really only two inches of my dick could fit inside Katie, but that was more than enough for me. I didn’t even have to move much; just sitting there, still, with my head inside was enough sensation.

Meanwhile, Jon had flipped Amber around and was now plowing her from behind. Amber opened her eyes to check on her sister, now seeing my cock buried two-inches deep into her sister’s pussy.

“Does it hurt, sweetie?” Amber asked as she was being drilled.

“No, but it feels full,” Katie commented.

“He’s a grown-boy, so he can’t fit his whole penis inside of you. But when you get to be my age, you’ll be able fit a lot more.”

“What are you doing now?” Katie asked, noting what must have been a weird looking position to her.

“I’m doing a “doggie-style” position. It’s another position in sex and it also feels good.”

“I want to try,” Katie said. And with that I gladly complied, pulling out of her and letting her get up to position herself like Amber.

“Let’s switch,” Jon said as he pulled out of Amber.

Amber was slightly taken aback.

“No! I’m not fucking you both, nor am I going to let my little sister fuck two guys!”

But Jon was already on his way over to switch places with me.

“Come on, let her try different types. What, you don’t like Ben?”

Amber huffed. I knew she was slightly hurt that Jon wanted to fuck Katie now, but she didn’t take it any further right then.

Me? I was just happy to be having sex. I came up behind Amber and mounted her from behind, plunging my dick into a real pussy this time. I had no problem sliding the whole thing in all at once, right up to my balls. Amber moaned suddenly and it looked like I was doing something right after all! I proceeded to thrust away, my balls slapping her thighs as I grabbed her meaty, round ass.

Looking over, I saw Katie on all fours, sticking her ass high in the air, presenting her pussy, much like her sister.

Jon, cock soaking wet in Amber’s juices, spread Katie’s little ass cheeks and pointed his dick toward her little pussy.

“Gentle and slow!” I said to him as I pumped away on Amber.

The tip of Jon’s dick entered Katie much easier than mine did the first time. With slow and persistent work, he was able to get about half of his 7 inches inside her by the end. I guess the doggie-style position was a better angle to open up Katie’s vagina and with me already having stretched her out a little, combined with the slick-wet juices from her sister’s pussy, Jon was able to pump up to half his cock in and out of Katie.

Jon and I fucking both sisters doggie-style went on for several minutes. Then, I heard a familiar grunt coming from Jon.

“Ugggggg… I’m gonna cum!” he yelled.

“Don’t cum in her!” Amber yelled back.

“Why not? She hasn’t had her period yet, has she? It’ll be fine!” he replied on the verge of cumming.

“…Because I don’t want you cumming inside her! If you want to cum somewhere, cum in my mouth!”

Jon didn’t hesitate to pull out of Katie and scramble onto the bed, positioning his dick in front of Amber’s face as I still pumped her from behind.

Amber took his cock in her mouth and started blowing him. Only seconds passed before Jon let out a long, loud groan and came for the third time, splashing his semen on the inside Amber’s cheeks.

Well, that about did it for me, too. As Jon finished cumming, I felt the sperm building inside my balls and moments later, I blasted the inside of Amber’s vagina with my own jizz. Mind you, I had not cum once since this whole thing started; my orgasm was longer than it had even been before when I would masturbate, and I knew I was coating Amber’s insides with thick layers of sperm.

Practically collapsing, I fell out of Amber’s pussy and sat on the edge of the bed, trying to catch my breath. Jon sat at the head of the bed and stroke some residual sperm out of his dick. Amber just fell down on the bed right where she was, exhausted. Katie was still sitting on the side of the bed.

“Did you cum in me?” Amber asked.

“Yeah, sorry… I was just really into it,” I said.

“I better not get pregnant,” Amber replied.

“What happened?” Katie asked.

“Sex, sweetie. When you have sex, it ends with the man shooting sperm out of his penis. The sperm is what meets with the egg that’s inside of you and it grows into a baby.”

“Are you going to have a baby now,” Katie asked innocently.

“I hope not,” Amber said, eyeing me.

Jon piped up, “Let’s wait a few minutes, then let’s show her anal sex!” he said, half-serious.

“Fuck. You.” Amber shot back, giving him the finger.

“What’s anal sex,” asked Katie.

“It’s when the guy puts his penis in your butt,” Amber replied, frankly.

“Ewwwwwww!” Katie said, shaking the visual out of her head.

“Yes, that’s right: “Ewwww”!’ Amber said laughing.



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I’m relieved to say, Amber never told her parents—or the police for that matter—about what happened with Katie. I’m not sure if Katie’s “lessons” helped her for future encounters with boys, growing up, but I’d like to think it did.

And no; Katie, today, isn’t some fucked-up drug-addict nor has intimacy issues. She’s happy and normal. And she has become more beautiful than anyone could have ever imagined. She’s currently living in Los Angeles, pursing an acting career and has had some small roles in a few TV shows. But, with her looks, it’s only a matter of time before she really breaks out and makes it big. And don’t bother trying to figure out who Katie could be; “Katie” isn’t her real name.

And I did keep those blue panties of hers I jacked off with all those years ago. Sometimes, I pull them out, wrap them around my cock, and masturbate with them while looking at picture of a grown Katie on her myspace page. And to think, when she was only 13….

And yes, it turned out Amber really did like Jon. They dated for the rest of that summer before college, though I’m sure the fact that Jon fucked her then 13 year old sister in front of her, wasn’t exactly a recipe for a lasting relationship. But during that summer, Jon eventually convinced Amber to do anal. I know, because I was there. There were plenty more sexually charged ‘hang-out’ sessions with our friends at Amber’s house, though none of them included Katie again. And Jon asked me on six occasions if I wanted to sneak upstairs and have sex with Amber together. It was then that Jon showed me that he and Amber had anal sex, by fucking her in the ass for me right then and there! This of course, eventually lead to the three of us exploring double-penetration which is a whole other story... As is the story of when Amber demanded to see me and Jon suck each other’s dicks, then take turns fucking each other in the ass…

… but as I just said, that’s another story.

13. Caught in the Shed


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This story happen when I was 19 years old attending my first year of junior college and just started dating my future husband. I come from a small Texas town where everybody knows everybody and my father is pretty well known. Let me describe myself, I was 5'1", 95 pounds, had short black hair, firm C cup breast, and a tight little body that men would hit on all the time.

It was a hot September day after class, when my boyfriend and I were out riding around our small town in his truck. My boyfriend was constantly sliding his hands up my skirt feeling my smooth thighs and rubbing my moist lips through my panties. We were both feeling incredibly horny and wanted to go some place to get it on. So we decided to check out a house that I grew up in which my father was remodeling to possibly rent in the future. I thought I had a key to get in the house but none of them on my key chain would work. So we walked around the house to see if we could get inside but there was no hope. We were about to leave when we noticed a shed close to the house which the door was open and decided to check it out.

Once inside, my boyfriend attacked me, pushing up against the wall, kissing me then groping me all over running his hands under my shirt and skirt feeling my hot pussy and hard nipples. Soon he had my shirt and bra off, with my skirt raised and panties around my ankles. I was so freak-in hot and my young hard teen body was in need of some hot passion. I dropped to my knees, pulled my boyfriends shorts down, and took his hard 5" cock in my mouth. I enjoy sucking his cock and licking the pre cum that oozed out of his rigid dick. He loved the way I looked up at him with my hungry eyes and squeezed his full balls.

We were going at it pretty good when we heard a police radio just outside the shed. The dam nosy neighbors I guess called the police when they saw us wondering around the house. I quickly jumped up but before we could cover up the police officer swung open the door to the shed. There we were standing in all our glory, looking totally shocked, and worst of all, I knew Officer Garza he was a good friend of my father.

He told us to cover up and get out of the shed so I just had time to pull down my shirt and skirt leaving my bra and panties in the shed. Officer Garza told my boyfriend to get in his truck and leave or he would take him to jail charging him with trespassing and indecent exposure. And he told me that he was going to take me to my dad to tell him what I was up to. My boyfriend didn't wait a second and away he went taking off in his truck leaving me there to deal with my father.

Officer Garza told me to get in the police car and began driving me to my house. The drive to my house is very long since it is located way outside town in the middle of nowhere. Officer Garza was your average cop, slightly overweight but in decent shape for his 42 years of age. As we were driving, I thought he was either taking peeks at my short skirt and smooth legs or hard nipples that were poking out of the fabric of my shirt from the car air conditioning. I started begging with Officer Garza not tell my father and let me off with a warning. That I would clean his house, wash his car, or anything for him not tells so I didn't have to face my father.

Suddenly Officer Garza pulled off the road and into this abandon barn that was about a mile from my house. He looked at me and told me I had two options. One, to get out of the car and have sex with him or Two, stay seated and we will go see your dad. Then he got out of the car and walked to the rear of the vehicle. I sat there dumbfounded, weighing my options, and not even thinking I found myself eagerly getting out of the car walking toward him.

Officer Garza didn't say a word to me as I came to the back of the vehicle but just took his gun belt off, unzipped his pants, and pulled his semi hard cock out. He placed a hand on my shoulder and pushed me down on my knees placing his cock against my lips. I slowly took him into my mouth enjoying his cock swelling in my mouth and the salty taste of his precum. He stared down at me as I took his cock deep in my mouth, licking the tip, and stoking his shaft. He stood me up, took off my shirt exposing my hard young breast and sat me on the trunk of his car. Greedily, he took turns sucking on my hard nipples and kissed his way down my stomach using his hands to lift my skirt and push my thighs apart.

Kissing my silky thighs, his hot breath was causing my clit to swell and I ached for his tongue to dive deep into my tight young hole. His tongue swirled around my clit then hungrily dove deep into my pussy making me arch my back and moan with intense pleasure. Lapping up my juices, he slid his fingers into me using his thumb to play with my swollen clit. I couldn't believe that this older man, friend of my father, was actually taking advantage of me, but for some strange reason I actually was enjoying it.

He stood up grabbing my legs pulling down on the trunk with his 7" rock hard cock pointing straight at my dripping pussy. I asked him to put on a condom but he said he didn't have any but he would cum on my stomach. The tip of his cock rested on my tight love hole as he stared at me. He held my hips and slowly pushed his rigid dick into me. I wasn't use to anything that big so it took him awhile to work it in. He was enjoying using his fat cock to stretch my young pussy telling me how much he loved my tight my cunt. Once his cock was deep in me, he slowly started to pull it all the way out and shove it all the way back in. I could feel his balls slapping against my ass and it felt like his cock was hitting deep within my pussy against my curvex making me yelp.

Officer Garza was really plowing his cock deep in my pussy making my head spin. I asked him if he loved fucking my young hot body and his cock was so much better than my boyfriend. With sweat bedding from his forehead and his breath, I could see he was getting close to cumming. I told him to fuck my tight pussy, fuck me hard to which he responded by really driving his cock deep into my cunt. I couldn't take it any longer and started to cum over and over again. My body was shaking uncontrollably and my pussy muscles were clenching down on his cock. I guess that sent him over the edge as well because he was grunting and pulling me down onto his cock as he filled my cunt with his cum. He laid on me until his cock went limp, popping out of my sloppy cunt hole.

Officer Garza pulled up his pants, put on his gun belt, and told me that I needed to walk the rest of the way home. I slid off the trunk of the car, put on my shirt and pulled down my skirt and began walking home. As he drove off, he told me to tell my dad he said hello and I walked the rest of the way home with cum running down my legs and hoping that I don't become pregnant.

14. The Fantasy

Ted's mind wandered back to the first time he had had two women at one time. He had told a friend of his named Cindy about his fantasy of having two women at one time. She had smiled that cocky little smile of hers and said It just might be arranged. A few days later she showed up with a 25 year old blonde by the name of Jane.
"Jane is here with me to give you your fantasy" announced Cindy.

"Are you serious?" asked Ted.

"That's what you wanted, wasn't it?" asked Cindy.

"You bet, but I never dreamed it would happen."

"Well honey, it's about to happen so relax, ok?" replied Cindy as she slid one hand down to his crotch. "Hey, Jane, Sure hope you like big dicks because his dick is bigger than a horse's dick. Maybe I'd better strip him so you can see for yourself."

"Let me do it" begged Jane as she loosened up Ted's belt and pulled his pants down exposing his dick which was already stiff and hard. She ran her hand up and down the length of the shaft. "My God, Cindy, you weren't joking this thing is the biggest dick I have ever seen on a white man." She continued stroking Ted's dick as Cindy knelt in front of him and started to lick him with her tongue. Ted was busy playing with both girls' tits.

"Let's get out of these clothes" suggested Ted as he pinched each girl's tits through their blouses. They all agreed and stripped and headed for the bedroom. The girls stretched Ted out on the bed and went to town on him kissing him all over and licking his dick and balls. Cindy started sucking on Ted's dick very slowly and erotically until Ted asked her to stop. "I want to fuck both of you and you know how easy those sweet lips of yours can get me off."

"Yeah, I know it and I also know you love it but I'll wait and get you later with my lips. You don't think you're going to get away with only cumming once tonight do you? Here, Jane, you fuck him first and let him eat me." Both girls climbed on top of Ted with Cindy hovering over his mouth and Jane over his dick. "Now" commanded Cindy as she lowered her pussy down over Ted's mouth. At the same time Jane impaled herself on Ted's dick, her hips churning as she settled into place.

Jane humped like a wild woman until her first orgasm hit her. Meanwhile Cindy was building to an explosion. Ted dumped the girls off and rammed his entire dick into Cindy while Jane was licking both Cindy's twat and Ted's dick. Ted pumped his dick in unison with Cindy's thrusts until they both exploded in a wild climax. All three lay on the bed for awhile recouping from the strenuous exercise.

Cindy turned over and took Ted's dick in her mouth while Jane started eating Cindy's twat. Ted pulled Jane over so he could lick her pussy. They were in a circle eating each other until all three came in a simultaneous climax. Cindy had lots of 20-35 year old friends so she supplied Ted with a steady stream of pussy.

Ted also met a number of girls through these friends but it seemed even though he had had some really wild sexual experiences that none quite compared with the first time he had more than one woman at the same time.

15. The Substitute

I received a call late last night asking me if I could fill for the day teaching a class over at the high school. I immediately said, “ yes.” I could really use the money right know.
I arrived at the school about 40 minutes early and the principal greeted me and then gave me a tour around the school. He brought me to a door marked private, and informed me this was for special employees and I was to stay out. This made me very curious as to what was behind that door.

The morning started off well and in between classes I saw a lot of traffic going in and out of the door marked private. This made my curiosity grow even stronger. Now I knew I wanted to see what was behind that door, why not, I am staff here at least for the day.

I could hardly wait until lunch time and in the meanwhile I just had to find a way in there, since I didn’t have a key.

It was finally time to release the class for lunch. I decided I would just walk right behind the next person that goes in and just act like I belong in there. If I get caught and get fired, it’s not like I will be out much. And being a nosy female, my curiosity is getting the better of me.

I saw a woman approaching the door and I immediately got behind her, she turned around and smiled at me as she said “hello.” For a moment I felt a chill run up my spine as I felt she was undressing me with her eyes. I thought maybe it was just my nerves, I kept telling myself. She put her key into the door and slowly opened it. I inched my way into the room, once in I could not believe my eyes! Every table in the room had someone on it being fucked, sucked or licked, and some all of the above. The room smelled of sweat and sex and moans could be heard from every direction. My face felt flush and I could not believe my eyes. Over in the corner was the principal getting his cock sucked by a petite blonde while another male was eating her pussy. To my surprise I started to get excited as I felt my clit start to throb and my pussy getting wet. The woman I followed in, turned to me and said “ you must be new here.” I told her “ this is my first day here.” She asked me if I would like a personal tour and I nodded yes. She grabbed my hand and we walked through the tables watching and listening to all the pleasure. She said this is where they all gathered to release stress from their dailey lives.

We walked to an empty table in the middle of the room and she asked me if I wanted her to show me some stress relief and I said yes without any hesitation, much to my surprise, but all this sex going on around me was making me very aroused.

She placed a gentle kiss on my lips and started to unbutton my blouse. I started to stop her and then I felt another set of hands grab mine. I looked up to see another female, wearing nothing but a smile. The woman kissing me said, “ by the way my name is Tina and this is Laura, what is yours?”

“ Kim” I replied as Laura told me to just relax and enjoy the ride. I started kissing Tina back welcoming her tongue in my mouth. Laura began to suck my nipples causing them to be rock hard. They laid me back onto the table and Tina continued to kiss me passionately as Laura began to kiss and lick down my flat belly sliding her tongue into my naval. I could not stand the wait any longer and I grabbed Laura’s head placing her face between my legs and into my waiting wet pussy. I pushed her mouth into my clean shaven mound as I moaned and begged for her to eat my throbbing wet pussy. She instantly began to lick and suck my clit causing me to scream and beg for more.

Tina pulled away from my mouth and crawled over me resting her own wetness right in m6y face. I began to suck Tina’s wet pussy and fuck her hole with my tongue savoring every drop of her sweet nectar.

I grabbed Laura’s head again forcing her face harder onto my pussy as I came and squirted my juices into her waiting mouth. Tina began to grind her muff faster and harder onto my waiting mouth as she groaned loudly and I felt my mouth fill with her sweet cum as I sucked harder and swallowed every drop.

I suddenly felt someone else near me, as I looked down I saw the principal standing there stroking his dick. Before I new it he plowed his big cock into my dripping wet cunt. Slamming it in and out of my pussy hard and fast. It didn’t take long for me to feel the the wave of another orgasm as it shot through my body. He felt my pussy cumming all over him and this sent him to his own climax but he pulled his cock out of my pussy and shoved it in my mouth and told me to suck every last drop. Which I eagerly did as his hot sticky cum exploded deep into my throat. I almost could not swallow all of his juice.

Just as the principal pulled out someone flipped me over and stuck his cock in my ass, as I started to scream another cock was shoved into my mouth. Tina started licking and sucking my clit and that sent my body into a pure numbness as the greatest feeling of pleasure took over. I started sucking the cock in my mouth hard and hungrily as I gently played with his balls and then it all happened at once, first the cock in my mouth shot load after load of hot cum into my mouth almost drowning me. That sent me into the biggest orgasm ever as I blew the biggest nut of my life into Tina’s waiting mouth as she sucked vigorously on my pussy. As my pussy convulsed and gushed Tina sucked harder as my juices splashed all over her face. This caused the cock in my ass to shoot his load deep into my ass hole as I felt his cum drip out of my hole on every stroke as he pumped the last of his load into me.

We all rested for awhile and I just laid there with a smile and a cock on my face, thinking how happy I was to have been so nosy that day. Just then the principal came up and asked if I could fill in again tomorrow???


16. Family Friends

I’m sure lots of guys have gotten some unwanted advances from older women in their teens. They look you up and down, making adoring little comments that sometimes borderline patronization about your height or looks. Sometimes they’ll even sneak a quick touch of the arm, especially family friends, who will use a greeting hug or kiss liberally.
My mom is a bit of a socialite, she works at a bank and drags her friends from there home all the time, expecting me to come and talk with them, no matter how mundane the conversation. It was just such a situation when my mom invited Mrs. Pearlman, the new register lady home for some lunch. When she and my mom came home I opened the door to let them in, “Hi Jeffery, I’d like you to meet Mrs. Pearlman, she’s new at the back, Sarah, this is my son, Jeffery” my mom chirped. Mrs. Pearlman looked remarkably young and sunny, she had a broad flashy smile that practically illuminated the room, sparkling eyes, a pointed nose and soft brown curly hair that just touched her exposed shoulders. “Hi Jeffery, how’re you?” she said, extending a long thin arm to shake my hand. “Fine, it’s nice to meet you”, I reached over and shook her hand, smiling back. As I did she, just as non-chalantly, lightly grabbed my forearm with her other hand. “What a nice looking young man!” she said to my mother and we all let out small, fake sociable laugh.

We sat down to eat lunch, my mom and Mrs. Pearlman talked about the bank, Mrs. Pearlman asked me the usual generic adult questions: “how old are you?” “18”, “where do you go to high school?” “Riverford High”, “what’s your favorite class?” “Either history or English” Etc...

In the middle of lunch there was suddenly a phone call, my mom left to go answer leaving the two of us alone. There was an awkward silence, though we could hear my mom talking in the background. When she came back she seemed sort of panicked, she looked at me, “dad got in an accident downtown, he’s alright, but I’m going to right now.” She then glanced at Mrs. Pearlman, “Sarah, so you mind?” She shook her head, “no, not at all,” my mom looked back at me, “take care of Mrs. Pearlman while I’m gone, okay? I’ll be back soon. Bye!” My mom flew out of the house and drove away with the wind at her heels.

Mrs. Pearlman wasn’t that tall, maybe 5’4”, a good 5 or 6 inches below me. She had a very slim body though, her thin long arms were completely bare and her simple black dress revealed just the top of her shapely breasts.

“I hope your dad is alright, car crashes can be pretty scary” Mrs. Pearlman remarked.

“Yeah, my mom seemed a little frantic, but she said he was alright and all.”

“Are you going to learn to drive soon?” she asked.

“I’ve already got my permit, but I still have to do all the driving instructor hours and everything.”


“Well, I learned how to drive when I was 20, just a late bloomer I guess.” She laughed. There was a little silence, then, “can you guess how old I am, Jeffery?” she leaned over the table a little, smiling.

“25…26?” I answered.

“No, no, I’m flattered though” she laughed, “I’m 33, as of this July.”
I was honestly surprised, she definitely looked younger. “Wow,” I said “you really don’t look 33.” She smiled and sat up straight again, “you just have to take care of your body, but you know that, you’re a strong, healthy boy.” Then, I felt her leg up against mine under the table, she looked me right in the eyes, smiling even more broadly.
“I really like you, Jeffery” she suddenly said. Placing her head in the palm of her hand, gazing at me. Now her leg was going up and down against mine. I started getting nervous and flushed, she giggled a little and took her leg back.

“Someone young like you needs to have more fun though,” she said. I was completely silent; this was a woman who knew how to go from a pretty and nice to just about steaming hot in seconds. I was getting more flustered, practically dizzy. She got up and slowly walked around the table over to me, “you need to learn how much fun you can have.” She was now standing right in front of me; her breasts were practically in my face, she was looking down smiling. “Mrs.Pearlman…” I started, but she stopped me, when she reached out and took my hands, now looking me in the eyes, no longer smiling, her mouth just a centimeter open, she put my hands on her shoulders, and rubbed them around on her warm flesh. I breathed in deeply, she kept rubbing, down her shoulders, to her chest, and then to her warm, supple breasts, she let out a little sigh, then smiling again she whispered to me, “see how much fun we can have Jeffery?”

I couldn’t believe what was happening; my hands felt around her breasts, they were unbelievably soft, she threw off the top of her dress and began feeling my arms and chest, running her hands up and down my muscles achingly. She was leaning over me in my chair, unbuttoning my shirt as I continued to feel her body. I was breathing heavily with excitement as she threw off my shirt and ran her hands down my bare chest. Then she drew face closer to mine, I closed my eyes, feeling her cheeks, nose and lips up against mine. I could feel her tongue trace itself along my lower lip and the warmth of her breath on my face. My arms were wrapped around here, exploring the curves of her backside. Then as her hands slowly moved down, down my abs, past my naval and to my thighs, I felt her hand grip my hard cock through my jeans and a shiver of pleasure went through me. It felt so good that my hand tightened on her ass and she let out a surprised laugh and I gasped in shear bliss.

Suddenly, she dropped to her knees, in front of me, “have you ever had a blowjob, Jeffery?” she asked. “Uh, no, I haven’t” I stammered out.” “Would you like one?” she said with a seductive little laugh, pushing my legs apart with her hands on my knees. “I… yeah, sure, please.” “Okay then,” she said reassuringly. Mrs. Pearlman then undid my jeans and pulled them down past my knees. Then looking me straight in the eye with a great big smile, she took my cock out and began licking it with her tongue, up and down along the shaft. “Good, huh?” she laughed. She quickly put my cock into her warm mouth, the whole thing, it felt absolutely amazing, my dick was simply sucked into an incredible, blissful state. She moved her mouth up and down my cock, rubbing and licking me masterfully. I groaned in satisfaction, it was so good, I had never felt what it was like to have a beautiful woman give herself fully to pleasuring me like this. A huge shudder went through my whole body, I just about gasped, and suddenly white, viscous fluid flew everywhere, all over Mrs. Pearlman’ sexy small mouth.

“Mmmm….” She sat down on her legs, smiling, “that was good,” she said licking the cum from her lips while whipping off the rest. She stood up over my still throbbing body. “You know where I want it now, Jeffery?” she said, looking me straight in the eyes again. “ I want it in here,” she said, unclasping her skirt and letting it fall to the floor. Her hand ran down her stomach to her waist, a single finger touching her panties. She sat down on the table, he legs bent in front of her. I stood up, unsure of just what to do; she smiled seeing my nervousness and raised her legs up above her head to take off her panties. I grabbed the underwear and pulled it up, right off of her legs, she was biting her bottom lip, giggling. I felt her legs, her long thin shins and warm firm thighs and worked my hands along them, until I spread both legs apart and felt her warm, wet pussy. She moaned and threw her head back, I took my hard dick in my hand and let it slide into her hole. It felt like nothing I could have ever imagined.

It was a warm soft feeling, like she had wrapped me into her flesh; it was so tight and good. I moved back and forth inside her, “oh God, yes” she whispered as I began to pump faster and harder. I was holding onto her thighs and she grasped my arms in complete lust. We rocked back and forth on that table, knocking over the glasses and dining ware. She called out for me to do her as hard as I could and I pounded into her, my flesh rubbing against hers, my balls audibly whacking up against her ass. She threw her head back up, looking at me in the eyes in wild enthusiasm, laughing, “God, you can fuck, oh yes, oh God.” Again I felt a shudder run through me, this time larger than before. I came inside of her, letting go a gooey mass of warm cum into her smouldering pussy, I let out a deep breath. She groaned in delight.

I removed myself from her and for sometime we just both sat in silence, breathing hard. “Ah, that was really good, Jeffery,” she said, then smiling broadly, “a lot of fun.” I said it was great too, “but I never thought my first time would be with somebody 16 years older than me.” “Well, experience counts”, she said leaning forward teasingly, “stay right there, I’ll clean this mess up” she said referring to the now completely wrecked lunch out on the table. We put our clothes back on, now rather crumpled, and I helped her clean the table. We sat and talked, now much more relaxed, until my mom came back.

I saw Mrs. Pearlman many other times after that, but we never had an encounter like the one we had that afternoon. Chemistry remained, but it was obvious that we could never have any real relationship, all things considered. Not too long afterwards in fact, she married a man 10 years older than her, sticking true to her motto that “experience counts”.