2 comments/ 86324 views/ 4 favorites Rush By: nige.lewis My last girlfriend was a lovely girl but very straight laced where it came to sex. You know the sort of thing; lights off, lay back and fuck. I liked being with her, but our sex life was so boring and no matter what I suggested, she would say that she was not interested and accuse me of being a pervert. Anyway, we broke up and I missed her for a while – until I met Angela. Angela turned out to be completely different, in that here was a girl who was really into sex, and In fact it was a little unnerving to be with someone that was so up for it after so long with someone so cold. “Come back to my place and you’re gonna get it,” Angela told me at the end of our first date and she even sucked my cock in the cab on the way back. I tried to stop her, whispering that the driver could see her but she just pulled her lips tighter round my throbbing cock and then said “good.” Then she wanked me hard into her open mouth, looking the driver straight in the eyes via the rear view mirror, I could not help unloading in her mouth, Angela finished licking it all up just as we pulled up at her place, we climbed out of the cab and gave the driver a big tip. How we did not crash on the journey home is anyone’s guess. We got up to her flat and as soon as we had the door closed Angela went for me big time!! I protested that I needed a little recovery time, so Angela said she would put a little show on for me to speed things along a little. We went through to her bedroom and she stripped off as I lay on the bed. She had the most lithe body I had ever seen in my life, the sweetest looking fanny, so good to the taste. She lay with her slightly open legs towards me, dancing her fingers all over her smooth fanny, before sliding them inside and fingering herself off in front of me. The room was filled with the smell of sex and soon I began to grow again. Angela then plucked a vibrator out of her bedside drawer and fucked herself with it whilst telling me how much she wanted my hard throbbing cock inside her instead. “Or would you rather be in here?” she smiled as she gently slipped the small vibe into her asshole, I could not believe my eyes as she sank it deep into herself, all the time looking me in the eyes and cooing to herself with pleasure. This did it for me. I was hard again in a matter of seconds and jumping up onto the bed. I took hold of the vibrator and fucked her ass with it for a several strokes as she fondled my cock. It was such a turn-on watching her reactions as I pumped it in and out of her at different speeds; I found that she liked it best hard and fast. “Stick you’re hard cock in my arse,” she told me, and turned over onto her front. As I lay in between her legs and rested my cock in the groove of her pert arse. Angela ground back against me and moaned excitedly. “There’s some love oil in that drawer,” she said, so I pulled out the bottle and poured some directly onto her arsehole. She yelped as the cold oil hit her but my fingers soon warmed it up as I massaged her tight little hole and all the way up over her cheeks until she was glistening and slippery. I steered in between her cheeks and my hard throbbing cock slipped into her with ease. Angela loved the feeling of me in her from behind and she cried out as she pushed back against me until she had my whole cock inside her. “Oh fuck, yeah” she moaned and she slowly pumped back and forth on my rock hard cock, milking me with her tight arsehole. “You like fucking me in the arse?” she asked me and I told her I did. “Good, because I fucking love it,” she replied and started bashing back against me, taking as much as she could, as hard as she could screaming out loud with pleasure. It was the dirtiest sex I had ever known and her arsehole felt wonderfully tight. I held her cheeks apart, ploughing my cock into her as deep as it could go, loving her tight warmth around me. She relaxed as I thrust inside her and clenched as I withdrew so that she was constantly pulling at my cock with her arsehole and this had me losing control of my orgasm in next to no time. As soon as I felt my cock start to twitch I pulled out of her and came all over her slippery hole and cheeks. Angela stayed in that position and brought herself to orgasm with her fingers in front of me as my come dribbled down over her. We collapsed into each others arms, feeling the warmth of our sex and the scents overcome us. It was the most amazing feeling. I had never imagined sex could be this great and it was all thanks to the woman in my arms. I never realised what I had been missing until I met Angela. Rush This is a story of my creation. I made the names up, and they are not based on 'real' people. Also, thank you, Lady Catie, for all your help! **** Katie Wilson let out a frustrated groan when she looked at her watch. It was six o'clock, and her boyfriend, Tommy, was no where to be seen. Katie shivered as she looked around the deserted library parking lot. "Damn you, Tommy! Where are you?" She was nineteen years old, and Katie was not used to being alone so far from home. Katie was a freshman in college, and the Child Development course she was currently taking this semester required Katie to spend thirty hours working hands on with children. Katie was currently working at the local library this semester to achieve the hours, but she had no idea reading and working with small children for an hour each night would be so exhausting or mind numbing. She rubbed her forehead; trying to erase the horrible day from her mind. She groaned again when she realized her mind would not give up the details of the day or of her dismal life. The people who actually knew who Katie was would call her a 'plain girl'. She had plain brown eyes and plain brown hair that fell limply to her shoulders. She wore plain, second hand clothes bought at the Salvation Army. Katie didn't fit in any of the clicks at her school either. She wasn't an athletic person, so she wouldn't fit in with the jocks and she wasn't smart enough to fit in with the geeks. She couldn't afford nice clothes to fit in with the preppy kids. In fact, Katie didn't have any friends at all! The cool autumn breeze blew against Katie's body. She shivered and wrapped her arms around her thin jacket. If Tommy was going to forget to pick her up, she was never going to be able to finish her required hours at the library. Katie thought about Tommy and smiled. She had no idea why he liked her. Unlike Katie, he was popular and good looking. He was twenty two years old, and he was attending the same college as Katie through a football scholarship. Tommy pestered Katie for two weeks before she even agreed to go out on a date with him. They went on two dates, and Tommy asked Katie to be his girlfriend. Katie was so over the moon about him by then that she instantly said yes. Tommy worked part time at the local grocery store when ever he wasn't in class or playing football. At the time Tommy had agreed to pick up Katie from the library, he never in his wildest dreams would have thought that Lisa Fisher would go on an errand to the very grocery store where Tommy worked. Lisa was a pretty girl, and Tommy had had a crush on her for months. Katie was the last thing on Tommy's mind when he casually offered to drive Lisa home because she had two heavy bags of groceries to carry. Lisa agreed to the ride and Tommy decided to take a chance by driving the long way to Lisa's house. At this very minute Tommy and Lisa were parked in a deserted field and Lisa had her lips wrapped around Tommy's dick. Katie looked around again. It was dark out now, and the parking lot only had two pole lights. It was also getting very chilly. Katie wondered if she should start walking. She lived about nine miles away from the library and it was not exactly the hike she had planned for today. Katie heard tires squealing, and she looked over her shoulder to see a white van approaching. Katie felt her palms turn sweaty, and she gulped hard with fear. The van was driving at a high rate of speed, and Katie stared in shocked amazement as the van did about four donuts in the parking lot. The van stopped, blinding Katie for a moment, as the headlights bathed her in bright white light. The van drove slowly over to her and, before she could run, the driver rolled his window down. "Hey! What are you doing here?" Katie gulped again. She should just run away. She looked up at the driver and realized she knew him. His name was Nathan, and he was her roommate's friend. "I asked you what in the hell you're doing here?" Katie shook her head. "I...I...am waiting for my boyfriend." Katie heard, "Hey. It's Tommy's freaky girlfriend." She saw another head stick out the van's window and realized he was a friend of Tommy's. Kenny played on the football team and worked at the same grocery store with Tommy. "Tommy isn't going to be here for quite some time. He left the store with Lisa Fisher, and he went the opposite direction of her house." Kenny was smirking at her. Damn you, Tommy! Nathan gave her a grin. "Get in. We will take you home." Katie felt sick to her stomach. She didn't know these guys, and she didn't trust them. Kenny said, "Get in! Come on, it will be hours before Lisa wears Tommy out." Katie nodded. "Okay." Katie's feet felt like lead while she walked around the van to get into the back. She looked out towards the street in front of the parking lot, and she saw an older lady walking her dog. Katie smiled and waved at her. Then she climbed inside the van. She let out a gasp of surprise when she realized the back of the van was packed with people. Katie knew everyone by name from school, but again, she didn't really know them very well. The van pulled out of the parking lot as Katie found a spot to sit. She felt her cheeks redden when she had to squeeze between two guys; Aaron was on her right side, and to her left was Ramono. There were four more people in the back of the van, Matt, Mike, Brian, and Eric. They were all students at Katie's school. Katie felt dizzy being around so many people, and her eyes watered from the thick smoke that hung in the air. When she coughed, Romano turned to her and laughed. Katie noticed his eyes were red. "You want some?" Katie coughed again, and she shook her head no. Eric leaned his head up over the seat, "Here, drink a beer." Katie jumped a mile when she felt the cold, metal beer can touch her breast as Eric leaned his arm up over the seat. "No. No, please. I don't want to drink any beer. I just want to go home." Katie realized that Nathan did not ask her for the directions to her house. She tried to look out the front windows, but they were driving so fast she could not tell where she was. The van had no windows in the back. Katie coughed again and she felt like her head was spinning. Eric handed the offered beer can to Aaron. "Here. Make her drink this. It'll relax her." Aaron nodded and accepted the beer. He opened it and held the can to Katie's lips. "Drink." Katie shook her head, but Aaron kept tipping the can. Ramono held her head in his thick hands. The cheap beer started to run down Katie's chin, so, she started to drink it. Katie gagged. Oh, it tasted horrible! She heard chanting in the back of the van. "Chug it! Chug it! Chug it!" Katie managed to swallow half of the can down before Aaron let her have a breath of air. Aaron grinned at her. "It's good, huh?" Katie made a face. "Not really." He laughed at her. "It's an acquired taste." Katie shook her head. "No, I don't think I will ever get used to that." She wiped her chin on her jacket sleeve. Kenny turned his head around to watch Katie. "How about some iced tea?" Katie's eyes brightened. "Oh, I love iced tea!" Kenny smiled at her. "Good. It's from Long Island." Katie accepted the offered drink. She took a tentative sip. The tea had a funny after taste, but she figured it was from all that nasty beer. "You smoke?" She looked over at Ramono. "No. Sorry I don't." He took a puff off of a home made cigarette and blew it in Katie's face. Katie coughed again. "That's not nice." Ramono laughed. "That's from my home land. Best marijuana in the world." Katie's mouth dropped open. "Marijuana? That's...that's illegal." Ramono laughed again. "Not from where I'm from." Nathan looked over at Kenny. "She doesn't get out much, does she?" Kenny smiled. "We all have to start some where!" Katie felt her heart somersault in her chest. Nobody had ever paid attention to her like these guys had, especially Kenny. He kept smiling back at her, and she felt her cheeks blushing. Mike leaned up over the seat. "Hey! Why don't you come back here and sit with us?" Katie shook her head. "That's okay. I'm fine." She continued to sip on her iced tea. Ramono kept smoking his joint and blowing the smoke in Katie's face. Katie started to get really disoriented. Brian yelled up at Nathan, "Hey! I gotta piss. Pull over." Katie turned her head at Aaron. "Do you know how to get to my house?" Aaron smiled. "No, but it's all good." The van stopped, and Brian jumped out to relieve himself. Katie looked at Ramono. "Where are we?" Ramono shrugged. "Beats me." "Nathan, do you know how to get to my house?" Nathan was turning the dials to the radio. "Yeah. Don't worry about it. Want another iced tea?" Katie nodded. "Okay. I should really be going home soon, though." Nathan nodded. "Sure, no problem." Matt and Mike jumped out the open van door after Brian. She could hear laughing and yelling outside of the van. Katie took the second iced tea from Nathan. Kenny said, "We should play a game." Nathan nodded. "Yeah. That sounds like fun." Brian came back inside the van. "Man, I think I had someone following me out there." Kenny laughed. "Yeah, Matt and Mike." Brian's eyes widened. "No, man. I am serious. Somebody was following me. I know it." Katie felt alarmed. "Did you see anybody?" Brian shook his head no. Nathan gave a stern look at Brian. "Shut the fuck up and get in here." Matt and Mike climbed back in the van, and they shut the door. Katie sat in the semidarkness listening to the music and sipping her iced tea. Kenny looked in the back seat at Katie. "How are you feeling?" Katie looked confused. "I don't know. Strange. I don't think this is tea, Kenny." Kenny laughed. "I think we got her smashed boys. Now, time to play a game." Katie shook her head. "Game? I don't want to play a game. I want to go home." Nathan put his finger to his lips. "Shhh. We will take you home. First, we are going to play a game." Katie felt Aaron's hand on her thigh. ***** Randolf William Spencer, the fourth, let out a groan as he rolled over in bed. He opened his eyes and realized it was dark outside already. "Fuck, where does the time go?" He rolled out of bed and headed towards the bathroom. His stomach let out a loud growl and his cock was hard. Randolf usually went by the nickname, Spike. He was dubbed this nickname when a particularly favorite love of his had claimed his manhood was as large as a railroad spike. His cock gave a twitch of delight as he thought of his former love. She had been dead now for over two hundred and some odd years. "Oh, Spike, you are a naughty fellow, aren't you?" Spike climbed into the shower and debated on where the night would leave him. He was getting bored with his life. He was starting to miss the good old days when girls were so hard to catch. The thrill of the hunt started as he caught their eye across a ball room floor. They would blush and lower their eyes like a proper lady should. He would twirl them around the ballroom, pressing himself a little to tightly to their body than society would call proper; watching their creamy breasts heave as they tried to fight their wanton thoughts when they felt his manhood pressed against their body. He would bid them goodbye with promises to come around again. Spike would lie in wait until he heard their minds calling out to him; wanting to know more about him; wanting him to make them his. He would come to them every night, whisper thoughts into their minds. He would bid his time until they were so desperate to seek his love. Oh, every one of the girls he bed back then was a virgin. He would slide his hard cock between their thighs and delight in watching their eyes light up in the pleasure and pain of the act of his love making. Spike stepped out of the shower. The girls today just didn't give him that same thrill. He would go into a club and girls would just throw themselves on him. He was so bored with it all. He walked into his bedroom again and got dressed. He looked around his apartment. "I guess it isn't bad." The one thing about the present day he did like was the tolerance of his life style. He worked at the grave yard. A smile crossed his lips at the irony of it. He had explained to his boss he was allergic to the sun, and therefore, he had to work the night shift. Spike laughed. "The grave yard shift..." He didn't mind the work though. He dug graves as soon as the sun went down, and then he would prowl for his next meal. They even gave him a small apartment right across the street from the grave yard. It actually was the most comfortable his life had been in the last six hundred years. Spike stepped out of his apartment door. The moon was full, and he couldn't help but give a loud howl at it. He laughed. For some reason, he was in a great mood. His stomach growled again. "Patience, Spike. You'll get your food." **** Aaron was running his hand up and down Katie's thigh. It took several minutes for her to realize the sensation. "Stop that! I don't like you touching me!" Nathan laughed. "Ahh...we got us a fighter boys. I think it's time to break her." Katie was confused. "I feel really strange. I think it's time you took me home." Kenny pretended to pout. "You promised us you would play a game. Are you telling us you are a liar?" Katie gasped. "I am not a liar! I..." Did she really promise to play their game? She couldn't remember. Katie felt Ramano's hand slide her jacket off her shoulders. "It's warm. Let me take jacket off, yes?" Katie shook her head. "No. It's okay. I like to have my jacket on." She heard Aaron whisper into her ear. "No. You're sweating and hot. Take your coat off. It's okay." Ramono had her coat off before she even realized what was going on. She looked at Aaron. "What..." Kenny was now kneeling at Katie's feet. He was pulling off her socks and shoes. "Please don't do that. I...I need my shoes on." She felt multiple hands running over her hair and shoulders; someone whispered in her ear, "You don't need those. It's okay." Katie felt someone pulling her sweat shirt up. Katie gasped. "Don't do that." She tried pushing the hands away, but the more she tried, the more hands there were; pushing, pulling, tugging. Ramono let out a laugh. "Hey, guys. I think we got an honorary member of the itty bitty titty committee." Katie was outraged. She looked down at her body and realized the guys had managed to get her shirt up to her arm pits. She turned her anger towards Ramono. "You bastard! Stop it!" She didn't know where her anger came from or why, but she reached her hand out and clawed at Ramono's face. Katie felt his skin coming off his face like butter; sticking under her long nails. Ramono let out a howl at the surprised attack. "You bitch!" He punched Katie hard in the nose; blood splattered on the van roof, seat, and floor. Katie saw stars in her eyes, and she clutched at her nose. He hit her! "Ramono calm down." Katie didn't look to see who had made the comment. She felt someone pinch her nose and tilt her head back. Katie passed out for a few minutes, but she came to when she felt hands groping her body again. Katie felt anger build up inside of her like she had never felt before. She glanced over at Ramono. His face was scratched, but the bleeding had stopped. He was smoking another joint. "Okay, bitch. Here's the deal...you are going to suck all the guys off, or we make you walk." Katie felt her brain come into focus. She sat straight up in her seat. She turned to Nathan. "Take me home. Now!" Nathan shrugged. "Can't. You promised to play a game. You didn't, so, we will sit here until you play with us." Katie screamed at the top of her lungs. If she didn't get her own way, she would scream until they did what she wanted. She never guessed Ramono would slap her across the face. "Shut the fuck up, bitch. I told ya, suck or walk. I say nothing 'bout you screaming your fool head off." Her eyes glared at him. "You are serious? You are going to make me suck your dick, or I have to walk home?" Ramono shook his head. "Not just me...everybody." Katie felt like she was going to throw up. "You're joking. Nathan, take me home. Now!" Ramono started chanting, "Suck or walk! Suck or walk! Suck or walk!" Soon, everybody in the van was screaming at her. "Suck or walk! Suck or walk!" Katie bolted for the van door so fast nobody had the chance to stop her. Her bare feet hit the dewy grass, and she took off in a dead run. It was foggy, but she could instantly see she was in a grave yard. She heard a wolf like howl in the distant, and a terror like she had never felt before slammed down her spine. She heard Kenny yelling out the van, "Hey! Katie? Come back. We was just messing with you! Come on!" Katie hid behind a tombstone. She heard Nathan say, "Aww fuck it. The bitch can walk home for all I care. Let's go." Katie stared with her mouth in a shocked 'o' when she realized the van was leaving. "Oh my god. Wait! Don't leave me here. Please! I don't know where I am. I don't know how to get home!" It was too late. The van was gone, and Katie was left alone in the dark graveyard. Katie stood up and started walking. She had no idea where she was going or why. Her nose was throbbing from the pain of Ramono's punch. Katie touched her nose gingerly and realized it was swollen. "Damn you, Tommy. Do you see what you got me into?" **** Spike decided to take a walk before he headed into town. He crossed the road and headed into the cemetery. He laughed to himself as he thought of all the rumors of vampires hanging out in the cemetery looking for their next meal. Obviously, all the people buried in the cemetery were dead! You can't drink blood from a bloodless dead person! Spike stopped walking when he felt a presence. His keen senses honing in on what he thought was out of the ordinary. The thick fog blocked his sight. He inhaled the cool air deeply into his lungs. "Ahh, what's this...fear?" Yes, fear. He basked in the wonderful feeling; allowing it to wash over his body. His sensitive ears heard tires squealing and someone crying. He tried to pick up on who that someone was but they were not close enough. Spike decided to go investigate. *** Katie stumbled over a tombstone. She was crying now. She felt totally helpless. Her bare feet were wet and dirty. Katie sank down to her knees in the grass; the fog swirled around her, caressing her skin. Spike walked up behind Katie with a smile on his lips. He thought, "Why, hello my little angel." He searched her mind for her deepest, darkest secrets. He inhaled sharply; she was an innocent. Spike felt his cock harden at the thought of having his way with this sweet, young girl. Katie grabbed a hold of the tombstone to help her stand up. She turned around to get a better sense of her direction. She screamed when she saw Spike standing there. Spike whispered to her mind to not run or be afraid of him. Katie shut her mouth and stared at the man she'd had no idea was behind her. He had bleached blond hair with piercing green eyes that seemed to stare into her very soul. Her eyes traveled over his face trying to figure out what he was about. She had never seen a face so pale. He had on a black tee-shirt and black jeans. Katie felt her head swimming. She was so confused and disoriented. Spike pulled himself out of her mind when he felt her confusion. She was such an innocent. "Hello. I didn't mean to cause you a fright. I am the care taker of this cemetery. I heard all the noise. I live across the street, and I figured I better come check it out. I didn't want the local kids to break the headstones again." Rush He smiled at her while his eyes traveled over her body. He thought she was the cutest thing he had laid eyes on in about one hundred years. He stepped forward and touched her nose. "You're hurt." Katie shook her head. "It's okay. I'm fine." He knew better. Katie shivered as Spike caressed her cheek. "You're beautiful. Do you know that?" Katie made a face. "No, I'm not." Spike's eyebrows knitted together. Katie was in that in between stage; no longer a girl but not yet a woman either. Spike knew she had never known a lover. She had never had someone tell her she was beautiful until she knew in her heart she was. When a girl knew in her heart of hearts she was desirable is when it was all over for guys; for that is when a girl can use her charms and her wit to her maximum potential. She could stop a man dead in his tracks with just a smile. Katie felt Spike's anger. "Why are you mad?" Spike searched her face. "It's not you, little one. I was thinking about girls in general." Katie laughed at his answer. Spike felt his spine tingle when he heard the sweet laughter from Katie's mouth. He loved to watch her eyes crinkle up and the freckles on her nose dance. "Take your clothes off. I want to see if you are hurt anywhere else." Katie gasped. "I will do no such thing." Spike told her mind to obey him. Katie nodded. "Well, just for a minute..." Spike sat on top of a tombstone with a smile on his face. Katie turned her back to him. She started to pull her jeans off her body. Spike watched the material pull down over her thighs. He couldn't help but rub the front of his jeans at the view. "Turn around when you take your shirt off." Katie turned. "I...I'm pretty sure this isn't a good idea." She stood before him in nothing but a sweat shirt and panties. Spike held in a moan. "It is a good idea. I need to see if you are hurt." Katie nodded. She gathered the material of her shirt and started to pull upwards. Spike watched with delight as her shirt was pulled free from her body. He told her mind she was warm and safe. Spike stood up and walked over to her. Katie stood in nothing but her panties. Her arms were at her sides. Spike drank in the view of her nakedness. He walked around her; delighted in what in saw. She was barely a wisp of a girl. Spike guessed she weighed about a hundred pounds. Her breasts were small, barely a handful. Her waist was very narrow; almost boyish. Spike patted a nearby tombstone. "Here. Lean over this, I have to check all of you." Katie nodded and leaned over the tombstone. She gasped when she felt Spike tugging at her panties. "I don't know. Can't I leave those on?" Spike pulled the material free from her body and threw them on her pile of clothes. "Shh. It's OK. I am just checking you." Spike couldn't help but laugh at himself. He felt like he was playing doctor with the neighbor girl. Spike pulled apart Katie's ass cheeks as she leaned over the gravestone. He stared at her sex with such intensity that Katie felt herself blush with humiliation. Spike noticed she wasn't wet, but he knew, in a matter of minutes, she would be begging him to fuck her. "Katie, do you masturbate?" Katie let out a gasp. "No. I don't." Spike assumed she was lying. He searched her mind and was surprised she was telling the truth. While running his hands over the backs of her thighs, Spike asked, "Can you feel my hands running over your skin?" Katie sighed. "Yes." Spike smiled. He ran his finger around the outside of her pussy. "Can you feel me touching you here?" Katie sighed again. "Yes." "That's good. Good." He sucked two fingers into his mouth. He placed his moist fingers on her clit. "Can you feel that?" Katie's hips bucked. "Yes!" Spike's fingers danced over Katie's clit. Katie was moaning. "Oh...that feels...that feels..." Spike smiled. "Yes? Tell me what you want." Katie sobbed that she didn't know. He dropped to his knees between her spread thighs. Spike's hands grabbed Katie's ass cheeks and spread them wide. Katie could feel his breath inches away from her pussy. "Please..." Spike smiled. "Please? Please, what?" Spike felt his dick throb with need when he heard Katie whisper, "Don't stop." Spike stuck out his tongue and ran it along the length of her slit. Katie's knees buckled, and Spike was glad he had a hold of her cheeks. "Oh...that feels so different!" Spike ran his tongue over her clit. He alternated between tapping her clit with the tip of his tongue and running his tongue from side to side. Katie's moans where getting louder. Spike's nose was right in Katie's hot pussy. He let out a low growl when he felt her dewy moisture pour out onto the tip of his nose. He thought, "Yes! My little Katie flower is opening up for me." Katie felt the growl vibrating against her pussy, and it sent her over the edge. She sucked her breath deep inside her lungs as the new sensation washed over her. Spike felt Katie cumming, felt her moisture pour out her little cunt. He took two fingers and slid them inside of Katie. Katie cried out at the painful intrusion. Spike moaned when he felt her barrier. He pushed and stretched her flesh while Katie cried out in pain. "Ow! Oh, that hurts! Please stop!" Spike continued to suck on her clit. He willed her mind the peace it needed. He willed her mind to trust him. All too quickly, Spike had broken her girlhood barrier. Both Katie and Spike moaned. Spike drove his tongue into her little pussy. He sucked her virginity into his mouth. He felt a rush of pleasure surge up and down his spine as he drank her blood. His cock throbbed with need. After a few minutes, Katie pushed Spike's head away; the sensation was becoming to much for her. Spike sat back on his heels as he watched Katie turn around. "Please. I have..." Spike watched as she tried to leave. "Oh, no little pet. We are not done playing." He grabbed her by the hips and placed her atop the stone. He licked her neck and felt her blood rushing in her veins. He kissed his way down to her chest. He sucked a nipple into his mouth. Katie gasped. "Oh! Wow! That feels so good." Spike unzipped his jeans and pulled his straining member out of its jean covered prison. Katie ran her fingers through Spike's hair. He grabbed her legs and wrapped them around his hips. Katie gasped again when she felt the head of his hard cock against the entrance to her pussy. He entered her in one shove. "Oh! Little one, you are so very tight." Spike stood up and looked Katie in the eyes. Her brown eyes were wide with the new sensation. Spike thrust his hips causing himself to slip in and out of Katie's body. Katie wrapped her legs around Spike's waist. Spike smiled to himself. She is better than he would have ever dreamed. She was so open and willing. He tried to take it slow for her, but his cock would not listen. He slammed into Katie's body with a savage need. Katie clung at Spike's tee-shirt. She was moaning so loudly, and she was unable to stop it. When she felt the pad of Spike's finger on her clit, she closed her eyes tightly. She was so close to cumming again. Spike leaned forward and licked her neck again. He wanted so badly to taste her, but he wanted her to cum again. Spike felt the cum boil deep inside his balls; he was so close. He felt Katie freeze in his arms. She sucked her breath in and held it. Spike let out a moan when he felt her pussy milking his cock. "Yes, baby, cum all over my dick! Yes!" Spike came with a loud groan. Spike opened his mouth wide, his fangs showing. He bit down deeply into Katie's jugular vein. Katie let out a shocked, "Oh!" Spike's dick poured cum deep into Katie's pussy as Katie's blood poured deep into Spike's open mouth. Oh, she was so delicious; her blood was pure and warm. He felt her life flow into him, and he felt the undeniable rush wash over him. Spike knew he wouldn't have to eat for another month with blood as good as Katie's. Katie's eyes were wide with shock as she felt the blood drain from her body. Spike sucked on her neck for a full minute until there was no more left for him to drink. He heard her heart beating slower and slower. He pulled his fangs from out of her neck. His face was covered in her blood. Katie still had the shocked look on her face as she stared up at him. Spike leaned over and kissed Katie's lips. "Be still my love. It's alright." Spike held Katie in his arms as her life left her body. He heard her heart stop and he knew she was dead. Spike pulled his softening cock from her body. He made a bed for Katie with her clothes, and he laid her on top of it. Spike stuffed his cock back into his pants. He looked down at Katie. "Thanks. Take care." Then he turned quickly and walked back into the fog. **** Spike rolled over in bed with a groan. It was night time again. He quickly showered and dressed. He realized he wasn't hungry, and his mind went to the previous night. "Oh, Katie." He almost felt sorry for killing her. He would have loved to play with her some more. Spike wondered around his apartment for awhile feeling restless. He wanted to be around people, so he decided to head down town to a local diner. He walked with his mind on his next victim. Everyone he passed on the street had something wrong with them. "To tall, to short..." He wasn't interested anyways. It was more of a habit. Spike walked into the diner and looked around. "Good. It isn't the least bit crowded." He took his usual seat at the counter. He didn't need to eat real food to stay alive, but he delighted in eating from time to time. The waitress came over. "Hey, Spike. It's been awhile since I last saw you!" Spike smiled up at Val as she poured hot coffee into a mug for him. He took a sip as the strange mixture ran over his tongue. "You hear what happened?" Spike shook his head no. "What do you mean?" Val slapped a newspaper on the counter. "Damn shame." Spike's eyes wandered over the article that made the front page. "Local teen found dead, suspects in custody." Spike stared at a picture of Katie. He read the article with interest. Tommy Snyder reported to the police late last night that his girlfriend, Katie Wilson, was missing. He was to pick Katie up from the local library, but when he went there, the teenager was no where to be found. The police decided to investigate by questioning the people who lived around the library, to see if anyone had seen Katie. Mrs. Martha Miller said she was out walking her dog around seven p.m. last night when she saw Katie. She told police a white van pulled up beside the young girl, and she heard the driver tell Katie to get in. The girl got inside, and the van raced out of the parking lot. The police did a search of all white vans in the area, and only one white van matched the exact description of what Mrs. Miller had reported. They obtained a search warrant for the van and home of a local college student, Nathan Flagle. Nathan, at first, denied ever having contact with Katie Wilson. However, when police searched his van, they found Katie's socks, shoes, and jacket. They also found drugs and empty beer cans. They confiscated the van and the lab did a scan of the interior for traces of blood. They noted blood on the roof, floor and on the seat of the van. The blood was Katie Wilson's. Nathan was taken into police custody early this afternoon. When presented with the evidence, he willingly told the police the events that had taken place last night. According to the police report, he stated he and his friends were out in his van just "riding around." He admitted to drinking and to smoking marijuana. He stated he picked up Katie in the parking lot and that she willingly got into the vehicle. They rode around town for about an hour, and then they ended up at the cemetery because his friend had to relieve himself. Nathan claims that Katie freaked out for some unknown reason and ran out of the van. They tried to call her back. He denied killing Ms. Wilson. Police officers searched the local cemetery, and there they found the nineteen-year-old laying on the ground. According to the police report, she was nude, raped, and beat up pretty badly. They found skin cells under her nails matching another college student, Ramono Rodriguez. At this time, three of the eight young men are in the county jail awaiting trial and the others are still being questioned. Spike laid the paper down. Val came over and filled up his coffee mug. "Isn't that something?" Spike nodded. "Yes, it sure is." Out of the corner of his eye he spotted a young girl coming into the diner. He searched her mind and was delighted to learn she was a run away. He smiled as he felt the powerful rush run down his spine. "It's time to play again..." Rush Glancing at her watch, the woman sighed. Like the last time, she was five minutes late. In midflight from the elevator to the lobby of the Apex Building, where she temped for the law firm of Greed, Avarice & Corruption LLP, modesty was briefly hijacked by vanity in one act: pressing the buttons to all of the floors in order to increase the time to apply fresh coats of velvet-black mascara and midnight-blue eyeliner. By the time the rickety car squeaked to a jolt and the "L" lighted in green on the golden panel, modesty had won the contest in the woman's decision to go incognita behind Lennonesque black shades. Panic set in. She imagined the man standing on the corner in front of Big Apple Bank -- a rendezvous of his choosing -- tapping his loafer-clad left foot while pretending to read The Gotham City Times. The thought occurred to her that the lenses in her sunglasses were not tinted darkly enough, for the obnoxious clique of bovine paralegals would spot her en route to their daily grazing and then add to the usual fertilizer back at the farm -- the firm, that is. Hearing no mooing within earshot set her mind at ease, but only for a moment. The woman wondered how the man's physical appearance might have changed over the past 10 months, asking herself if perhaps he was sporting a beard lately. Or, could he have lost the 20 pounds about which he had complained the previous year. Her mind savored the latter image to the extent that she dallied in the erotic landscape of a 45-second fantasy centered around his salient bulge in acid-washed denim. Only a bike messenger's shrill whistle jolted her out of such a daydream, during which she missed two "Walk" signals while standing on the street corner's edge. She could kick herself for behaving like a schoolgirl, but she had not seen the man since November. After playing telephone tag and other games since then, she felt more than a pregnant pause in their unfinished dialogue about the forbidden passion that was causing an incendiary interlude in their platonic relationship. The Empire State Building on the island of Manhattan shined in the September sun like a gigantic compass in the distance. Heading east, with the sun baking the part down the middle of her box-braided head, the woman stumbled upon a lunchtime exhibition of young girls dancing their sprightly rendition of "Riverdance" in the shadow of The New York Public Library. She kept turning her head obsessively to watch the display, as if her eyes were unable to resist drinking in a scene that resembled one from her joyful childhood. Just one more glance, she thought whimsically, slowing down before starting again at a brisk pace. Two yards ahead the man stood in the center of the pavement, his smile welcoming her. "Hey, Inez!" he called out. He had been watching her the entire time. In fact, if he had not uttered her name, she would have rushed past him. When they were face to face, his mouth was the first to greet "hello." His sensuous lips spread apart into the toothy smile of someone who could barely conceal a terrific secret. "Oh, hi, Antoine," Inez returned in an almost matter-of-fact manner. As he was four inches taller than she, a statistic he cited on their first and last date -- a dinner cruise from Chelsea Piers up the Hudson River two years prior -- she had to strain her neck to plant an innocent kiss on his tanned face. With the quick reflex of a batter ducking out of the path of a supersonic fastball, he dodged her wine-tinted lips, stepping backward and to his left. She reacted by twisting her mouth into a scowled response, then smacked his arm. "Here you go," Antoine said, switching the subject by whipping out a slender white box wrapped in a royal-blue ribbon from a side pocket in his trench. A gift for me, but it's not my birthday, she wondered. "Thank you. OK, bye," Inez said, becoming painfully self-conscious from his intense stare into her dark brown eyes. If she had worn heels, she would have gladly pivoted on them to escape his endearing presence. But he had other plans. "Have you eaten?" "No." Emotional paralysis rendered her immobile. His hooded eyes were hypnotizing her. "Do you have time for something quick?" he implored. "Not much -- oh, it'll have to be q-q-quick," she stammered. "Same here. Let's go over to that diner," he said, pointing to T-Square Grill. "OK," she agreed, hesitatingly. With a wave of his hand, Antoine motioned for Inez to cross the street at his side, in heavy traffic. She was afraid to reveal that getting hit by an automobile was her worst recurring nightmare. Gathering that she would not budge, he said, "C'mere," in his typical New York City lingo. His beckoning index finger rendered his mood playful rather than cautionary. Gingerly walking on the sidewalk's steel grating, she chided, "So this is how you plan on ending the friendship, huh?" He laughed, then pulled her in close to his side. All she could think was: If only he would just kiss me. "Why don't you open the gift?" Antoine asked. "What? Right here in the street?" Inez returned. He waited patiently while she removed the satiny blue ribbon from the box and cautiously opened it. He smiled that wide, toothy grin again as her eyes stretched open. "Ohhh, it's a friendship bracelet!" she exclaimed, attracting several stares from passers-by. "And read the engraving on the back," he said as if he were completing her sentence. Inez's hands trembled as she smoothed her ring finger over the sterling silver bracelet. She carefully turned over the jewelry to read the engraving aloud: For Katrina, All My Love. "You bastard! Who the hell is Katrina!" she yelled. So enthralled had she been to receive his gift that she had not noticed a wedding band on his finger. "I-I-Inez, I-I-I made a mistake," he attempted to explain. "Katrina must've been on my mind when I placed the order." "How could you, Antoine?" she asked between sobs. "Listen, we've been divorced for eight years now, but she was my first love." Inez curled her unkissed lips and hurled the box into the street, where it and the bracelet met their fate beneath the front wheel of a medallion taxi. She snarled in Antoine's direction but could only drop her head in defeat to his ex-wife's indelible presence. He had not attempted to retrieve the gift, only followed the arc of its route from her hand to the pothole-scarred street. When he turned toward her to lift her chin and apologize again, she slapped him. Her hands, which left a red imprint on his face, stung while his ironic infidelity seared her flesh and emblazoned upon her mind. If he was initially stunned, she was doubly humiliated. Little did Inez realize that when she hit him, he became fully aware of his existence and, like a newborn, breathed air for the first time. In one act of creation, he was made into her man, sort of like the Book of Genesis re-envisioned on a Manhattan sidewalk. She was his master; he obeyed. Antoine enjoyed a brief fantasy of Inez reluctantly accepting a ticket for the transgression. In fact, he believed that speeding in the fast lane of a friendship, a bond that only a year earlier he had banished to exile in the land of platonic love, was punishable by 40 lashes. Inez's face was still flushed from her brief act of violence, no matter how justified, and she apologized to Antoine. "Shall we eat now?" he asked as if nothing had transpired. "Sure, c'mon," she said. She had never felt this turned-on before -- not even during foreplay. But, this could be foreplay, she mused. "Now that's the girl I used to know," he said, sliding his arm around her thick waist. Mmm, I think this is foreplay, Inez heard the goddess inside of her purr. She felt her claws retract and a confident smile return to her face. When she glanced up at Antoine, she remarked internally how he was framed by the midday sun. She couldn't see his black rhinestone pupils but sensed the heat rising in her face. An orange glow from his radiant gaze. Like a divine entity, he leaned down and kissed eternal life into her, and just as a car drove past blasting Liz Phair's "Extraordinary" from its sound system. Rush Arnold rushed out of his home and into his Buick, keyed in the ignition and screeched out of his driveway like the devil was after him. His palms were sweaty over the steering wheel, he breathed with feverish excitement, glancing at his watch almost every minute, hopping that he wouldn't take long to get what he'd gone out in search of. Nearly three blocks from his house he spotted a shop that he reckoned would have what he wanted. Arnold parked in front of it and got out, checked his watch again as he pushed his way through the shop's doors and groaned. He already was five minutes gone. He knew that every second counted – there's absolutely no way that his Daisy would wait any longer for him to get what he wanted and be back home in time for them to get things started. That never was her style; being married to her five years already, he knew her too well for that. What he wanted were a set of batteries for his digital camera. The proprietor helped him with his purchase and by the time he'd paid for them and rushed back into his vehicle, he was another five minutes gone. There was mild traffic on his way back and he stepped a little on the gas pedal to beat through it. Arnold got home with ten minutes to spare, his heart beating excitedly in his chest as he stepped back into his home. He sighed as he closed the door behind him. Daisy and her lover, Mike weren't seated by the sofa where he'd left them. It was just his unfortunate luck to discover that the former batteries to his camera had died on him and he had no spare in the house anymore which was why he'd gone out in the first place. Their clothes littered the floor leading all the way down the corridor to their bedroom. Even from where he stood, Arnold could hear the sound of his wife's voice giggling. He inserted the batteries into his camera as he approached the door and stepped inside. Mark sat on the bed with his undershorts pulled down his thighs while Daisy knelt before him, stroking at the same time sucking the head of his cock. She wore a fishnet top and nothing else; her round ass seemed to reflect the bedroom's light. They barely registered Arnold's entrance. "You two just couldn't wait for me, could you," Arnold said rather petulantly. "Ohh don't get so upset, Darling," Daisy glanced at his direction with a grin. "You know how hot I get in times like this." "Yeah, I'll bet." But Arnold already was past being upset and now trained his camera upon them. He was an amateur photographer and prior to he and his wife getting involved in the lifestyle, the only photographs he'd indulged himself in taking was family snapshots. But now it was as if he'd found his true calling and never resisted the chance to take flicks of his wife getting it on with some bull lover of hers. He took several shots of her from behind, loving the sight of her ass in his aperture. When he'd taken a few of her sucking Mark's cock, he dropped his camera on the bed and took off his clothes. Daisy and Mark went about their business as if he wasn't there, and in a way for them he actually wasn't. Mark pulled Daisy up on the bed and had her sit upon his face. Daisy had a lovely body which was well tanned from hours spent at the beach. Arnold picked up his camera and took shots of Mark flicking his tongue under her pussy while she squirmed and moaned under her. He especially zoomed his camera in to capture the bulls-eye tattoo she had stencilled across the top of her butt, and that of the rose flower that was on her right ass cheek. So many times he'd spent kissing that particular tattoo; he'd even asked her to have another on the other cheek so as to complete the picture. Daisy glanced over her shoulder and noticed that Mark's cock was being ignored. She turned around with his face still buried under her pussy and resumed sucking his dick. Arnold couldn't stop marvelling at how huge her lover's cock was, the fact that his wife's hand barely reached around it and that no matter how much effort she expanded her mouth so as to choke down on it, she never really could. Still she went on slurping its shaft, applying her lips to his sagging balls as well lick further down his scrotum. Arnold was momentarily jealous seeing this. This was a feat she'd never once performed to him ... but the thought quickly passed from his thoughts and once again he trained his camera's lens on her and took a couple more shots. "Okay babe," Mark smacked her ass as he pushed her off him. "Time I get this dick of mine in you." Daisy grinned. "I thought you'd never ask." She lay on her back, her legs went north and south as Mark came in-between. He didn't bother putting on a condom (Daisy wouldn't have wanted it anyway because she loved nothing more than going bareback) as he pushed the head of his cock into her. Daisy held her breath and let it all out in a whoosh the moment Mark penetrated her. She pulled her head backwards and gasped: "Oh my Gosh! That cock's so big!" she turned to look at her husband. "Oh God, honey! He's so fucking big! Ohhh ..." She went on whimpering as Mark pushed the remainder of his cock further and further into her pussy. He left it there for a second or two and when he pulled back out, his shaft now was stained with the creamy juice of her cum. She wrapped her arms over his shoulder and her legs shook as Mark reintroduced his manhood back into her. Arnold switched his camera to video mode and positioned himself right behind her lover's ass, filming his cock push itself into his wife's pussy. Such a lovely sight it was; his cock was standing to attention already and even as he held the camera with one hand while his other went towards stroking it, he felt pre-cum ooze out from its tip. "Ohhh God ... Ohh goddamn! Fuckme!-fuckme!-fuckme! ..." Daisy panted vigorously as Mark started moving his ass back and forth from her. Daisy felt herself cumming so suddenly; never had she been so full before. "Damn girl!" Mark groaned. "Your pussy's so tight ... and sweet, too." He leaned over her and fucked her steadily, giving her long strokes that was later followed by sporadic quick bursts. Her pussy now wrapped pleasurable around his shaft, lubricating it so good for him to shove the remainder inside her with ease. Daisy groped his ass and wiggled her pelvis under him as their fucking fell into rhythm. Arnold came off where his was as Mark pulled his wife up and now had her straddling him. Daisy bounced on his cock as hard as she could while Mark lay back fingering her nipples at the same time enjoying the show. Just when he felt she was getting ahead of him, he pulled her towards him, grasped her ass and hammered his cock hard and fast under her. Daisy couldn't stop squealing with delight; the joy of his cock in her was both hurtful at the same time wonderful. Arnold came around and watched as Mark's thick cock slammed his wife's ass up and down like a bullet elevator. He rubbed his wife's ass and poked a finger into her asshole. Daisy cried out from it, though loving it as well. Her asshole was tight to his finger. She hadn't yet summoned the courage to try anal, but Arnold figured it was only a matter of time before she did it. Mark went on fucking his wife every which way he could. By now Mark had ran through the last bit of batteries he'd bought and hoped it would enough to capture his cumming. When finally Mark had her on her back with her legs resting on his shoulders, it was obvious he was soon going to cum. "Yeah bitch, where do you want my cum?" Daisy gasped. "I want ... Uhh God! ... I want your cum in me ..." "Oh yeah? That what you want, you white slut! Want me to cum in your pussy?" "Uh ... yeah ... yeah ... cum in me, please!" Mark lay over her now and increased the tempo of his fucking, banging her pussy hard and fast while Daisy cried and whimpered under him, still begging him to cum inside her. Mark's body tensed and he groaned aloud as he emptied his sac into Daisy's womb. Daisy screamed out as she felt his semen envelope her, and still she wrapped her arms and legs tight around him, wanting him to empty his entire load into her before pulling away. When Mark did, falling to the other side of the bed gasping, Arnold came forward with the camera in hand and filmed the trail of semen gushing out of his wife's pussy. This was the master shot he'd been wanting to have all night. "Oh yeah," he smiled to himself. "That's very beautiful." "Honey, put that camera away and come clean me up will you," Daisy said to him. Arnold handed the camera to Mark who trained it on him as he lay on the bed, his head between the open legs of his wife's pussy, licking out the load of cum that was slowly dripping out of her. Daisy caressed his head and moaned as he applied his lips to work. Mark leaned over and sucked on her breast, still holding the camera on her husband. A minute later, the last of the batteries died. But that was to be expected after another every exciting evening. Rush When he heard footsteps outside the door, Matt swore. Things were not going to plan, he thought, as he ducked under the desk. For once his small build was working to his advantage, the space was cramped, but it would have been awful for someone larger. He took slow steadying breaths as he heard the door creak open, hoping that whoever had entered would leave quickly. He'd thought the office would be empty at this time of day, or he'd never have gotten into this position. He'd known getting into a fraternity would involve undergoing certain hardships, that was what gave the greek organisations their exclusivity, but he was starting to get frustrated with the whole process, finding it impossibly challenging and mind numbingly stupid by turns. Every college attending man in his family had been in a chapter of Delta Upsilon, and joining that brotherhood was expected of him, but he was beginning to wonder if it was worthwhile. Over the course of the week he'd been commanded to perform all sorts of foolish tasks in an attempt to prove himself as a candidate, from cleaning up after initiated members, eating a whole raw onion and chugging a gallon of milk. After this morning's fiasco in which the pledges had been dressed up in womens lingerie and then made to compete in a bizarre and illogical game featuring solo cups, ping pong balls and a baseball bat, the rules of which he still wasn't entirely sure he understood, he'd been ready to quit. Only this afternoon one of the senior fraternity brothers had made it very clear to him that his performance in the initiation rituals so far was suggesting just wasn't cut out for this. Which was how he'd wound up in this mad situation. Delta U had an established rivalry with one of the other frats on campus, Alpha Phi, and the senior had followed up his criticisms but suggesting that if Matt managed to steal Alpha Phi's house banner from the office of it's president and present it at the Delta Upsilon house he might restore his chances of being accepted into the frat. Of course, that plan was only any good if he didn't get caught. For the first few minutes of hiding under the desk he thought the newcomer might leave, and he still might be in with a chance, but no, whoever was in the room wandered over to the desk and pulled the chair back. Matt leaned back as far as possible, still hoping, but as the person swung their legs under the desk they kicked him hard in the knee. He fought the urge to cuss, but it was too late, the person lept back and looked under the desk, leaving him gaping up, and up, at an incredibly tall guy he recognised from orientation as Alpha Phi's chapter president, Oliver something or other. "What. the. fuck?" Matt flushed, scrambling out from under the desk and attempting to make a break for the door. Before he even got close though the guy had moved, blocking his way. He glanced towards the window, but it was pointless, the office was on the top floor of the house and while Alpha Phi's President was certainly built enough to beat the crap out of him, easily over six foot with broad shoulders and toned arms, a four storey drop wasn't any more appealing. "Shit. Sorry. I..." Matt floundered, well aware that there was really no good excuse he could give for being caught hiding under a fraternity president's desk, especially of a rival frat. "What's your name?" The guy demanded. Matt said nothing. "Well? Am I getting a fucking answer or am I going to have to call the cops and tell 'em some random is breaking into campus buildings?" "I didn't break anything," Matt protested, somewhat irrelevantly, stepping sideways, trying to figure out of there was a way he could get past Oliver and out of the building. He was pretty sure even attempting to make a break for it was better than being stuck here. He darted towards the door, but Oliver grabbed at him, half tackling him. Matt kicked out, scrambling to his feet before he realised that Oliver had a tight grip on Matt's loose fitting jeans. A tighter grip than the jeans had on Matt, at any rate. When Matt had pulled away the material had stayed clenched in Oliver's fist, and so now Matt's jeans were tangled around his ankles where Oliver had a hold of them and Matt sprawled... "Well this is an interesting development isn't it..." Oliver drawled, smirking at him. Matt remained frozen. There would be no breaking the hold Oliver had on Matt's jeans, but Matt could hardly kick out of them and run. Not like this. He really should have changed after the failed trial this morning, but he'd been in a rush trying to get over here and sneak in before anybody would be back from Alpha Phi's own freshman initiation tests. So now he was standing here in the same pair of panties Delta Upsilon had ordered him into this morning - dark blue , some smooth shiny material across the crotch, stretched thin and just barely covering his cock, which felt like it was going to slip out of a leg-hole at any moment, and if he turned he would reveal the lacy behind, the dark material a sharp contrast to his fair skin, and not nearly enough material to actually cover the meat of his ass. It hadn't been so bad when there'd been a group of them dressed like this, especially not when they'd all been focused on beating each other at DU's games. But standing in front of Oliver, jeans around his ankles and his shirt too short to provide any modesty, was a whole different experience. Oliver stood up, tugging the jeans towards him so that as Matt got to his feet he was forced to step out of them or fall. "I asked for your name," Oliver repeated. And standing exposed like this Matt's defiance slipped away. He confessed it in a mutter, more focused on attempting to cover himself, cupping his hands over his groin like it was doing anything other than draw attention to the way the fabric stretched across the jut of his hips. "Quit that," Oliver ordered, throwing the jeans across the room, out of reach, and taking a firm hold of Matt's wrists. "Unless you want me to call campus security." He waited a moment, looking into Matt's eyes assessingly, before letting go. "That's better. Now, let's take a look at you... shirt off." Still unsure of what his other options were, Matt pulled his shirt off over his head, but didn't put it down. He shivered at Oliver's appreciative smirk, instead of the mocking he'd anticipated , and fought the urge to cover himself once more. "Look at you, all milky cream, You should really get some more sun," Oliver remarked, "Although I suppose there aren't many opportunities for that in the north west. Now how about you tell me why you're sneaking around my office." Matt sighed, there was no lie good enough to explain this situation away. "I... I'm pledging Delta Upsilon," he confessed, "This morning's task was to... well... this." He waved a hand at his lacy panties. "One of the seniors, Jack or Josh or something, said I was one of the worst pledges there. That if I could get your banner they'd be more likely to select me." "Jamie," Oliver corrected absently. "Huh, who'd have thought it? Delta Upsilon sending me presents." "Presents?" Matt echoed. Oliver laughed. "Have you seen yourself?" Matt flushed, moving to cover himself with his shirt, but Oliver gently swatted his hands away. "I don't know what Delta Upsilon were judging on, but if you were pledging Alpha Phi looking like that, it wouldn't be a question of if you could join so much as if I'd ever let you out of my sight." Matt ducked his head and Oliver laughed, gesturing at window. "Go on, it's not a mirror but it'll do for you to get a look at your reflection." Reluctantly Matt walked across the room, so that he was standing at an angle where he could see him reflection in the glass. Upon hearing a low whistle he realised too late that he'd now also given Oliver a full view of his lace clad ass. He was glad at least that they were high enough up that nobody would be able to see in. It was strange to see himself like this. With his jeans still in a crumpled heap over where he'd been caught and his shirt tangled in one hand, he looked bare and exposed, something which contrasted bizarrely with the fact he was still wearing his running shoes. And then there were the panties. Oliver stepped up behind him, and once again Matt was conscious of the height the fraternity president had on him. "This frat isn't like it was in the old days," Oliver remarked. "Oh we can perform our little tests and our little initiation rituals but we've got to be proper about it. Gentlemanly conduct, you know? Some of the guys bitch up a storm about that but it doesn't bother me much. Alpha Phi likes to mess with initiates, sure, but I don't see the fun in traumatising freshmen just for the hell of it." Matt nodded, because it seemed like that's what Oliver was after, but honestly he wasn't sure where this was going. Oliver had moved in closer, so that Matt's shoulders were pressing against his chest and Oliver's breath was warm against his ear, but Oliver's tone remained friendly, his large hands resting against Matt's sides, personal but hardly improper. Oliver sighed. "But now I've got you in here. Our initiates this year are a gawky lot, maybe we can turn them into something of interest by the time they graduate but right now they hold no interest for me. But you, kneeling under my desk with a pretty mouth like that, that you can't seem to keep shut," and at these words Matt realised he had indeed been slackjawed, and he felt Oliver's chest buzz in a barely supressed laugh as he snapped it shut. "Now, is it any wonder I want to know what that mouth would look like around my cock while I fucked it?" Matt frowned, pulling against Oliver's grip. "I don't..." "Easy... easy..." Oliver said. "Don't get all skittish on me. Gentlemanly conduct remember. I've got no interest in hurting you." He slid one hand up Matt's side and across his chest, pinching gently at his nipple. Matt had never really thought of his nipples as a body part of any interest, but he gasped a little at the touch. "You can walk out of here any time you want, Matt. Get yourself dressed and go. No tricks, no threats. Just say the word and this never happened." Matt raised his eyebrows, catching Oliver's reflected gaze in the glass. Oliver laughed. "Come on, don't be a skeptic. You might be slim but you've got some muscle on you, I couldn't make you stay without one major fight. It's just that you're so damn pretty, standing in my office with your perky little ass all wrapped up in fucking lace and satin like christmas came early." The hand that wasn't teasing at Matt's nipple reached down to cup his cock through the thin cloth of the panties and Matt pressed his hips forward into the touch on instinct. He wasn't hard, but the heat of Oliver's body pressed against him and the teasing fingers on his chest were getting him there. "You can walk out of here any time you like Matt," Oliver repeated. "But what I'd really like is to get my hands on you in those panties, so I'd be much obliged if you let me jerk you off first." Matt could feel the press of Oliver's cock against the small of his back though the other guy's pants, and Oliver was definitely hard, but if all he was asking for was permission to give Matt a handjob, well Matt was hardly gonna say no to that. "Go for it," he answered, aiming for sounding cocky, something which might have worked better if Oliver hadn't reached back to rub at his balls on the word go, causing Matt to shudder and drop his head back against Oliver's broad chest. "Oh you're a delight," Oliver murmured, gently stroking at Matt through the fabric. "Tell me, why aren't you pledging Alpha Phi? You'd be an excellent fit for us, and we're a far better class of frat than those DU fools." "Legacy," Matt explained, rolling his hips up for that bit more friction. "Every man in my family who's been to college has been Delta Upsilon." Oliver nodded. "I see... still, surely your family wouldn't object if you were to move up in the world? Alpha Phi alumni go far." Matt swallowed a groan as Oliver tightened his grip as he spoke. "There is," Oliver continued, voice as steady as the firm strokes of his hand, "A great deal of opportunity to be had for you here, I think. Not least," he added, with another tweak of Matt's nipple, "As you already have the advantage of the president's favour." Matt couldn't hold in a moan as Oliver rubbed at the thin material just barely covering his cockhead, causing precum to soak through the fabric. Oliver's hips twitched minutely, pressing his erection that bit harder against Matt's back, but otherwise his composure remained intact. "You'd learn a lot sitting in on committee meetings. We've a strict policy about limiting the seating to one per a committee member, but I reckon you'd be just fine in my lap, don't you think?" Matt gasped out a, "Yeah," but he wasn't really focusing on Oliver's words anymore. They were nothing compared to rub of satin against his dick and the heat of Oliver's palm through the material. "So can I trust that we will h-have your consideration?" Oliver asked, stuttering only slightly as Matt pressed into him, once again rubbing against Oliver's crotch. "I... Yeah... yeah just... yeah." Oliver laughed, as he rubbed at the come soaking through Matt's panties. "Yeah?" Matt shivered in Oliver's arms, his orgasm making him all the more sensitive. He could still feel Oliver's erection pressing into him and hoped that Oliver wasn't expecting Matt to do anything about that. "I..." he began, then trailed off upon realising how shaky his voice was. Oliver let go of him stepping away. "I'll give you a few minutes to compose yourself before I see you out shall I?" He smirked. "I'm sure you've got plenty of considering to do."