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Wrong

By: Twisted_Mistress



His hand pushed down against my spine, holding me flat to the mattress. As I turned my head to look round at him he thrust downwards, pressing me deeper into the springs. My heart thudded heavily. For a moment I was so intently aware of the air against my exposed skin, the shock of cool hitting wet that I shivered. It drew a groan from him. A low and desperate sound.

Unseen I heard the pop of a plastic lid. It dropped softly against the carpet. Then the wet slurp of ointment being scooped out. My body tingled all the way to my toes. Fear, sharp and sudden blossomed, this was going to hurt. All the talk of taboo and dirty seemed less arousing with the possibility of actual pain. My breath choked in my throat as I fought for a way to phrase a refusal. Words that would decline but not kill the headiness of arousal. 

The slap to my buttocks stole my thoughts. Leaving only the heat and sting across softly jiggling skin. Again and again. My breath stopped. My cunt wept. My brain whipped wildly between wanting and not wanting.

Just when I'd adjusted to the rhythm of slap and wait he pressed his cock to my hole. My body was too lost in the rough and tumble of restrained force to voice an objection. My fingers dug into the quilt below me. I was wrestling with the idea of twisting, turning and rolling out from under him but he rested his weight on me, pinning me firmly.

His cock head pulsed against my arsehole. One, twice, I began to shake my head, no, but he thrust downwards. So hard and so fast, his cock so thickly greased, that my body opened for him in a way it never had before. Thick, thick, swollen meat filled my unused hole, so thoroughly that I squeaked in shock. My taut anal muscle rang hot with the force. I gasped, too shocked to interpret any sensation. His cock was thicker than it had ever been, feeling more like a fist. It sat deep inside me, pulsing with forbidden promise. My muscles were stinging. My body jerked under his in an attempt to reject his invasion. He groaned and hissed through his teeth. Shockingly his cock seemed to grow. It pulsed and thickened even further. His thighs shuddered as they pressed against mine.

Just when I thought he was in as deep as he could go he pressed down and opened me up another inch, then two. I gasped. He groaned. It was in my head to push him off, the shock so encompassing, then I breathed out and realised that though it hurt it was not the hurt of my fears. 

My arse did hurt, it burned and pulsed with the abuse of the invasion, but the heat moistened my cunt beyond it regular slickness. I could feel my arousal sliding down my thighs. I made a soft helpless sound, trapped between my pain and my desire. Unable to decide.

I didn't have to. He chose for me. With a roar of masculine need he pulled back a fraction, grazing his cock against the sensitive wall of my arse, then he shoved down with his hips with a ferocity that overwhelmed me. His cock speared deep into my arse. It felt like his arm and not his cock was fucking me. My hole was so narrow, so tight, that his cock was magnified proportionately. It delved like a punch that kept coming until it felt like acres of cock ploughed all the way to my throat.

The sensation was so strong, so wrong, that I cried out. He stopped, held himself still so that the only movement was the thud of his pulse. That pulse was so strong, so deeply buried in me, that I moaned and stretched beneath him. Rolling my spine so that my buttocks pushed upwards towards him, a small encouragement that didn't go a miss.

He took advantage of my raised hips and slipped his hand between my legs. Two fingers slid into my wet sex. Orgasm hit like a sledgehammer. I rocked and groaned, helpless beneath him. With a growl he added two more fingers, stretching open my pulsing cunt and force-feeding my body with sensation. His heat surrounded me, invaded me, and coaxed me. Whichever way I turned I was assailed by yet more. Arching upwards would rasp my shoulders with his chest hair, straining away from his fingers forced his cock deeper into my aching arse, and peeling away from his cock impaled me on his fingers. I rocked in sensational oblivion. My body so alive to every touch that I could only shake and tremble, my mouth too disconnected from my brain to form words. 

He waited until the climax subsided. Until I was shivering weakly, panting. I could feel the tension of his intention but lacked the awareness to prepare for it. A fingernail grazed the hard bud of my nipple and as my body jerked in reaction he pulled away from me. His cock seemed to stretch my arse on its way out almost as much as its entry. The feeling so unexpected that I had barely registered that when he thrust back in. Stiffening beneath him at the fierce lunge, my muscles tensing in protest, his fingers bunched inside my cunt spread wide open, stretching those muscles from within.

As I grew accustomed to the feeling of being stretched so taut the pain lessened and was replaced by the sensation of him sliding his greased cock along the walls of my arse. It was not somewhere that had been tickled before and felt something like a blow to the funny bone, painful and strange all at once. With the understanding that this was not true pain, not unbearable, I relaxed more deeply and was assailed by the sensation of his cock rubbing the length of that tight, tight space. His breathing deepened and that triggered yet another sensation. The knowledge that my body was going to make him cum. I felt the tension in his thighs, the stiffening of his cock, the burrowing of his fingers and the shuddering of his breath on my shoulder. 

"Dirty little bitch." He hissed.

I smiled at the words, couldn't stop myself. They were not pleasant ones but from his lips they were the highest of compliments. Worth more than all the goddesses and angels in the world. Better still I felt dirty, his fat swollen cock pumping grease into my arse. It didn't matter how liberated I was it felt wrong. And when something felt this wrong it had to be right.

I ground down against his hand, demanding, urging, his fingers probed deep inside me, ripping another orgasm from my body. It was too much for him; he gave a bellow, one of shock and triumph. With a painful grinding of his hips he pumped thick streams of hot cum into my arse whilst I shook and spasmed beneath him, my own pleasure heightened by his.

I sighed and stretched my arms above my head, my body pulsing with satisfaction. "Ok you were right. I do like anal. That means you get to watch the sports channel."

He snorted with laughter and slapped a palm across my bum. "I don't know why you argue with me, we haven't found anything that you don't like yet."

Wrong!



I was old enough to know better. Clever enough to know better. Responsible enough to know better. I should have been able to do the right thing, the only thing.

This story recounts events beginning in the summer of 1994, not really that long ago, but an age before mp3 players and before mobile telephones really became popular.

I am Mark Johnson, a married, thirty two year old school teacher. Married to Sophie, thirty five, a lawyer, for six years. I have been teaching at the same school, Lakeview High School for eight years. Teaching history to year after year of school children who really aren't interested in a word I'm saying.

Sophie works long hours but the benefit is we live quite well, no money problems. No children of our own yet, our careers have been our priority. We have a very good relationship and a good sex life. We are very happy with each other's company and have experimented in various things over the years. Bondage, role playing, anal, oral - we've tried all that. We've even had several threesomes. Twice with another man, an old school friend of mine who lives far away. Four times with a friend of Sophie's, Rebecca.

All good fun, that's how we view it. Good fun, nothing serious. The main rule is that we don't take anything too seriously.

My parents live about an hours drive away. I take after my father. He was also a history teacher. He's fifty nine now. Growing up it was my parents and my elder sister, Kate, who is four years older than me.

Then about twenty years ago my dad wrote a book about Russian twentieth century history. Exciting stuff indeed but it became something of a leader on books about Russian twent...you get the idea. The result was that dad made pots of money, retired from teaching, bought a nice house and became a history professor, turning up on radio and television programs, his views being sought on many historical topics.

Dad has now become something of a mad professor. Poorly sighted and eccentric. He reminds me of the dotty professor in 'Back to the Future'!

Another consequence of his newly gained status was that he and mum decided to have more children. So at the age of fourteen I gained a baby sister, Beth, and four years later a baby brother, Robbie.

And now at the age of thirty two I found myself teaching them both history at school, something which pleased them far less than it did me.

Beth was taking some big end of year exams that summer and dad had asked me to help her with her revision. Not just with history but with various other subjects. The only one I couldn't help her with was science as I know nothing about that. I wouldn't say that Beth or I were particularly keen on dad's idea but after a couple of weeks it was going better than I expected.

Beth was proving to be a good student, far better than she normally was in my history classes, where she seemed bored at all times. She was actually quite clever. Beth was about five feet five tall, quite slim with short light brown hair. She was quite pretty, not that that was any concern to me. She had been dating a guy called Kevin for about a year, although I had only met him two or three times.

I would go to my parents house one day at the weekend and maybe one or two evenings a week and help her with her revision. Sophie moaned a bit about the extra time I was spending at my parents house but she understood it would only last a month or so and was for a good reason. We tried to work out a compromise where I would go over when Sophie was working late or if at the weekend when she was working.

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THE DEN

The story really begins on a hot Saturday afternoon in early June. Sophie is at home doing some catching up on a case she is working on. I have gone over to my parents house to help Beth with her revision. We normally do this in the 'den'. This is a room in the basement of our house. Since Kate and I were teenagers this has been a room to hang out in. Study, watch tv, read or just chill out. Whatever. The only thing - adults by invitation only!

Beth is wearing a pair of black shorts and a light blue bikini top. I'm in a t shirt and a pair of baggy shorts. Beth's choice of clothing is nothing new. We enjoy hot summers and to walk around in as little clothing as possible is the norm for everyone in these parts.

Also as a school teacher the teenage body is of no interest to me. In training one of the rules you soon learn is that the pupils must be regarded as children, no matter their level of physical or emotional development. Beth is my kid sister and a school pupil, nothing else. So I hardly noticed her body. In fact at that point if you had told me she had breasts I would have provably asked you when they appeared!

After a couple of hours of struggling through a geography text book we joined our parents and Robbie for dinner.

''Do you have to go straight home after dinner?'' mum asked me.

''No, no hurry. Sophie said to take my time. We'll have a day together tomorrow,'' I replied.

''It's a beautiful evening. Why don't you go for a drive up to the mountains?'' suggested dad.

I had recently bought a convertible BMW car which was proving a hit with friends and family alike.

''Oh can we?!'' Beth called out, excitedly.

''Ok. Who's coming?'' I asked.

''No I'm ok. I'm going over to Ben's,'' said Robbie. Ben was his best friend and also one of my students.

Mum and dad also declined. It was typical of dad to suggest something then not join in. As I said he can be a bit odd!

''Just you and me then kiddo,'' I smiled at Beth.

We finished dinner then went out to the car. I drove around for a while on the mountain roads before seeing a sign for Eagle Falls, a local beauty spot. Waterfalls, woodland and streams, it was a very popular place for walking and picnics. We used to go there a lot when we were younger, but I hadn't been in years.

I drove into the car park but I saw that the gate was locked.

''Oh it closes at six PM. That's a shame. What shall we do now?'' I wondered.

''I know, go towards that tree over there. There's a track you can drive down,'' suggested Beth.

''What over there?''

''Yeah, try it.''

I followed her instructions and we drove down a narrow dirt track for about ten minutes. Suddenly she slapped me on the shoulder.

''That's it! Stop here.''

She pointed towards a clump of bushes in front of a wooden fence.

''Where are we going?'' I asked.

''I know. Trust me. I came here with some friends last summer.''

We got out the car and she led the way through the bushes.

''Yes it's still here!'' she shouted.

I followed her through a hole in the fence and was rewarded by the view of a small lake surrounded by rocks and trees.

''This is it. We came here last year. Went swimming. No one ever comes this far down the trail, even when the park's busy,'' she explained.

The evening sun shone on the lake, creating a totally idyllic scene. We stood in silence for a couple of minutes, admiring the view and the peace.

''Beth this is beautiful.''

''Swim?'' she suggested.

''Err we don't have costumes.''

''No matter.''

She stepped towards the water's edge. With her back to me she unhooked her bikini top and then slipped out of her shorts and panties. I had hardly acknowledged the fact that she was naked when she dived into the water. She screamed in joy and swam around the small lake.

''You not coming in?''

''Like I said I don't have a costume.''

''Mark! Don't be so boring. Come in it's lovely.''

''Err...''

''You'll regret it.''

I have to admit I was tempted. I turned away from the lake and pulled off my shirt. Then I pulled off my shorts. I don't tend to wear underwear in hot weather. I still had my back to the lake and more importantly to my little sister. I glanced over my shoulder and when I was sure she wasn't looking I hurriedly jumped in.

It was lovely. So refreshing after such a hot day. We splashed and swam around, the water shielding our nudity. After about half an hour Beth said she was getting tired and was getting out.

Trying to be both a gentleman and a responsible big brother I tried to avert my gaze as she climbed out, although I did catch a glimpse of her bare ass as she clambered onto the rocks. However she made no real attempt to cover herself on dry land as she simply turned around and sat down, giving me a first side of her naked breasts and pussy.

Again I tried not to look, but noted a very small triangle of pubic hair and a small but pert pair of breasts.

'Stop looking!' I thought to myself.

Then it was my turn. I swam to the edge. I was going to ask her to turn away while I climbed out but decided that would only make her look even more and draw attention to my body so I decided to act as if this was all completely normal. Maybe she won't even look if I don't say anything, I thought.

So I heaved myself out of the water, onto a rock and quickly walked toward my pile of clothes, all the time aware of my cock swinging between my legs as I walked. Also, although I avoided eye contact I sensed Beth staring at me. I walked past her to my clothes and sat down. She was still naked, drying herself in the sun before dressing and I realized that was sensible.

My biggest fear is the fear of every man in such situations - an unwanted and unwelcome erection. I avoided looking at her bare back and tried not to think about erections. Fortunately nature itself saved me. An adult fox and four cubs appeared across the lake.

''Mark look! Foxes! Keep quiet.''

We watched them playing and washing in the evening sun for about fifteen minutes, completely forgetting about our state of undress. Only once they had gone did we dress ourselves, me with my back to my sister.

Once we had crawled back through the hole in the fence we started speaking.

''Wow! That was so cool! I can't believe we did that,'' exclaimed Beth.

''Lovely. Really refreshing,'' I replied, trying to sound calm.

''That was amazing! I loved it!''

''We shouldn't tell anybody. Our secret,'' I suggested.

''Huh? Oh sure, no problem.''

We got back into the car and drove back to our parents, telling them about the drive and the foxes, but leaving out the swimming part!

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Following my nude swim with my little sister, my mind was all over the place. Over the next week I tried not to think about it, but at odd moments the vision of her naked body would appear in my mind. I had only seen glimpses of her breasts and her pussy, seeing her ass more, but I found it difficult not to think about her. This was particularly difficult on the Wednesday morning when I taught her class. Every time I saw her I imagined her naked body, glimmering in the sun and the cool water of the lake.

I didn't see her for extra revision during the week. Sophie was going to a work conference at the weekend so we agreed that we would spend our weekday evenings together and I would spend as much time as necessary with Beth at the weekend.

So the following Saturday followed much the same pattern as the previous one. I drove to my parents house just after lunch. After chatting to my parents I asked after my brother and sister.

''Robbie is at Ben's house. Beth is down in the den, waiting for you,'' explained mum.

''Be gentle with her!'' joked dad.

I went downstairs. Beth was sitting at the table in the middle of the room. She was wearing a thin white top and a dark gray skirt. I felt relieved at her appearance as I thought that if she had been in a bikini top as usual I might have had problems concentrating!

In fact for the next two and a half hours we were able to do loads of revising and by the end I felt that everything had returned to normal. It seemed Beth had never had any problems with our nudity at the lake the previous week and I seemed to be the one who found it uncomfortable. Perhaps that's what comes with age and responsibly. To Beth it had just been a bit of fun, quite normal. Maybe her mind was still so innocent that nudity was not an issue?

We worked together, revising, and we chatted about her exams and how she felt her revision was progressing. We joked about some of dad's mad moments and she told me something funny Robbie had done during the week. In other words my relationship with my sister was the same as always. Thank god!

At one point I had looked at her shirt and clearly been able to see she was wearing a bra. The shirt was of a very thin material and quite see through. The sight of a bra and her generally more modest style of attire did make me wonder if she had deliberately tried to send a message to me - last week was a one off. I felt relieved about that.

After revising, we had dinner with our parents. Dad suggested another drive, like the previous week.

''Are you coming dad?'' I asked.

''I won't but I think your mother will.''

''Yes that would be lovely. What about you Beth?''

Beth nodded. I felt glad that mum was coming too.

''I'll just get changed,'' she said.

Mum and Beth disappeared to their bedrooms. I sat in the garden and chatted with dad. Mum had just appeared when the phone rang. She went off to answer it, just as Beth walked out into the garden.

''Ready?'' she asked.

At first glance she hadn't changed, except to put on a pair of shoes. I noticed after a moment or two that through her thin, see through shirt, something was different. She wasn't wearing a bra any longer. I could make out the shape of her nipples and the darker shade of her areolas. I tried not to stare. I wondered if dad noticed. Then mum appeared.

''That was my aunt. She wants me to pop round now and help her with something. Sorry.''

''Oh it's ok. Do you want a lift?'' I asked.

''No you two go for your drive. It'll do you good. It's only a twenty minute walk to her house.''

''Just you two again then,'' laughed dad.

''Don't you want to come then dad?'' I asked.

''No no. I've got a good book waiting to be read. Off you go now. Enjoy yourselves.''

We clambered into my car and drove off.

''Where to, kiddo?'' I smiled at Beth.

''Up to you. You're driving.''

We drove in the general direction of the mountains with Beth singing along to my cd.

''How about Eagle Falls again?'' she suddenly suggested, interrupting her own singing.

It had occurred to me, but I did not want to suggest it.

''Could do. But no swimming, ok?''

''Ok big brother. You're the boss.''

Of course I wasn't. We parked at the same spot, crawled behind the same bushes and through the same hole in the same fence. And we stood on the same rocks, looking across the same small lake.

And then Beth peeled off her top, revealing the lightly tanned skin of her bare back. She kicked off her shoes and pulled down her skirt. It seemed a bra wasn't the only piece of underwear she had removed before we came out. But what if mum hadn't had that phone call?

I watched as she jumped into the water. Again my own undressing was much more slow and cautious. Only when I was sure she wasn't looking did I turn around and hurriedly enter the water. A twenty minute swim followed before my sister climbed out, my eyes looking elsewhere, out of some strange brotherly respect.

When it was my turn to come out I swam to the edge.

''Could you look away for a moment or two please?''

''Why?''

''Because I don't want you seeing me...you know...naked.''

''Err Mark,'' she said pointing at her naked chest. I tried not to look.

''Yes but I always look away when you get in or out of the water.''

''Do you? Why?''

''Because you're my sister.''

''And your my brother. And that's exactly the reason I feel ok being like this around you.''

''Beth...please...''

''Ok.''

She looked away and I climbed out, walking past her and sitting a couple of feet behind her and to her left. No sooner had I sat down and she shuffled back to be nearer to me.

''That was fun again wasn't it?'' she said.

''Sure was. This is getting to be a bit of a habit for us,'' I laughed.

There were no foxes to distract me so I tried humor to keep my mind off the fact that I was sitting naked next to an equally naked teenage girl who happened to be my sister and a student in my class.

As any man knows, the more you try not to get an erection the more certain it is that you will get one. Obviously this always is in situations where an erection is particularly inappropriate.

So how obvious then that as I sat next to Beth my cock began to twitch. I tried not to think about it. Tried to think of anything but my current situation. Various thoughts of mundane things went through my head in the space of a few seconds. Custard, trees, driving a lorry, even early twentieth century Russian history, but inevitably I found myself with a full blown erection. My cock continued twitching even at full mast.

I raised my leg slightly in an attempt to shield it from my sister. I turned my whole body away from her. I tried to point out things in the distance in the forlorn hope that my erection would disappear as quickly as it appeared. Where are those damn foxes when you need them? Hmmm look at those fascinating cloud shapes up there.

Nothing worked.

''Mark you seem to have a bit of an erection there,'' Beth pointed out rather helpfully.

''Yes, errr, sorry, couldn't help it.''

''Ok.''

She said nothing more for a couple of rather uncomfortable minutes.

''I guess that's something us girls can be thankful for.''

''Huh?''

''We don't get massive great erections when we're turned on.''

''Oh right.''

''I mean our nipples get hard but I guess that's not the same as having one of those,'' she smiled, pointing at my cock.

''Beth, you're not helping. I'm trying to get it to go down.''

''Sorry.''

''It's ok. I forgive you.''

Minutes passed.

''Can I touch it?''

''Beth!''

''Well can I?''

''There must be a million reasons why you shouldn't.''

''I didn't ask if I should. I asked if I could,'' she responded with a wisdom way beyond her years.

I said nothing. Hoping that if I ignored her she would change the subject.

That didn't happen. Perhaps she mistakenly assumed my silence was a signal that I gave her permission as she simply reached across and prodded my hard member.

''Beth!!''

She ignored me and proceeded to explore my penis with her right hand. She slid her finger along its length, the tip and around my balls. Then she used two fingers to do the same journey. Finally she wrapped her hand around the shaft and gripped tightly. 

Why I didn't stop her I can't answer to this day. I was bigger, stronger and I could have easily brushed her aside, stood up got dressed and stormed back to the car. I could have but I didn't. Instead I sat there meekly as my younger sister began to stroke my cock.

Her strokes gained pace and rhythm and I soon realized that what began as her simply asking to touch my penis was going to end up with her masturbating me. I knew that would be wrong but at that moment my cock was winning the battle of wills with my brain. I was turned on and horny and I was to my eternal shame enjoying having my kid sister jack me off.

''Beth I'm going to cum soon,'' I breathed after another three or four minutes of her stroking.

''I should hope so too. That was the idea.''

''Ooooh oh god oh yes that's it,'' I was beginning to lose control.

Moments later my cock twitched and I knew the battle was lost. Never again would I ever have that same big brother right to moral superiority as her handjob resulted in jet after jet of my sperm shooting out over her hand, my stomach and my leg.

''Enjoy that?'' she purred.

''I think so, if If I don't think about it,'' I replied.

''I want you to touch my tits now,'' she said as if she was asking me to make her a cup of coffee.




Wrong!



''Beth I can't.''

''Why not?''

''Because it's wrong.''

''I know it is.''

''Well then.''

''So it's wrong to wank you but it's more wrong to touch my tits?''

''No but...''

''Ok. Do you want to?'' she asked, placing a hand under each breast and jiggling them.

''Yes but...''

''Oh just do it!'' she shouted.

That made me laugh, for some reason. I paused for a moment then leaned across and gently touched one of her nipples with my finger tip. We both reacted at the first touch as if there had been a small electric shock. I touched it again. Then the other, then both at the same time. Several minutes of touching and groping and fondling followed. I was beginning to relax. The immorality of the situation was receding further to the back of my mind.

My next act sealed the deal. With the thumb and index finger of my right hand I casually flicked her left nipple.

''Oww!! What was that!?'' she said laughing.

''Oh sorry.''

''Don't be. I liked it.''

''Did you. I do it to Sophie sometimes. Usually to piss her off. She hates it!''

''I liked it. A lot. Do it again.''

So I did. Several times. As I continued to play with my sisters breasts I realized her hand was down between her legs. I realized she was touching herself!

''Are you...?''

''Yes sorry. Don't stop now please.''

And so I leaned in and began sucking her nipples as she masturbated. Her orgasm soon followed and after, for the first time that evening, she looked up at me, slightly embarrassed. We sat in silence, then got dressed in silence, walked to the car and drove back, still in silence.

It was only when we were about five minutes from her house she spoke.

''Mark?''

''Ummm...?''

''Thank you.''

''For what?''

''You know.''

''Err...''

''That. You know. That. Thank you for...that.''

''Well thank you as well.''

We laughed as we neared the house.

''Definitely keep that a secret,'' she joked as we pulled into the drive.

We went in and acted normally as we chatted to our parents. I drove home later, still trying to get to grips with what had happened.

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Sunday.

I went around to my parents house to help Beth with more revision. My wife Sophie had called from her conference and suggested that I go by bus to my parents and she would call by and collect me on the way home that evening.

I had lunch with Beth and mum and dad. Beth wore a short light blue skirt and a cropped white top. Sleeveless and cropped to just below her breasts. A white bra occasionally visible underneath. Daring. But not inappropriate.

After lunch I sat with mum and dad in the garden for a while. Beth went up to her room and said she would come down when she was ready to study.

When she appeared the first thing I noticed was that the bra had gone. Just visible below the cut off of her top was the slight rising flesh of her breasts. Great. What would our parents think. I followed Beth down to the den.

We began studying. She seemed to want to study and I did my best to ignore her skimpy clothing. We made no mention of the previous evenings activities.

After an hour or so of surprisingly focused revision we heard footsteps coming down towards the den. There are two short flights of wooden steps down to the den so you can always hear people coming down. I remember that had been particularly useful for my sister and I when we were teenagers whenever we had a boyfriend/girlfriend over and were up to no good! As mum approached I smiled as I imagined Beth or Robbie with a 'friend' thinking just the same as me or Kate all those years ago.

Mum came in.

''Do either of you want a drink? It's so hot.''

We declined and mum took the hint, leaving us to the studying. As she left mum neglected to close the door. I smiled again as I remembered how she used to do that when I was young. Beth stood up and went to close the door. With her back to the wall she looked at me. I looked back, my eyes widening as she pulled up the front of her top to reveal the breasts I had become so acquainted with the night before. With her top bunched up around her shoulders she walked back toward me.

Instead of sitting down she stood in front of me. I instinctively moved to fondle her small titties before settling down to suck on them. I even allowed myself a couple of flicks on her nipples, still thrilled that this pleased her in a way it annoyed my wife.

As I sucked on her tits my hands wandered round to ass. First outside her skirt, then onto the backs of her legs then finally up inside her skirt to her ass cheeks. No panties. I should have guessed.

I pushed her skirt up clear of her ass and slipped one hand between her legs and against the folds of her pussy lips. We were getting carried away, my stiff cock pushing against my shorts, when suddenly footsteps on the wooden stairs alerted us to a problem.

The footsteps were loud and fast. Beth adjusted her clothing and sat back down just a second before Robbie and his friend Ben came bursting through the door. Robbie had stayed over at Ben's the previous night.

''Robbie! Knock!'' scolded Beth.

''Sorry sis I forgot.''

''Hi Beth. Mr Johnson,'' said Ben, politely.

They got the toys they had come looking for and were back up the stairs almost before they had come in.

''Now where were we?'' Beth smiled as she got up to close the door.

''Revising Beth. Just revising.''

''Spoilsport.''

''Well one of us has to be.''

We did our best, revising for another hour or so. I think the desire to fool around was bubbling just under the surface for both of us, but we managed to keep a lid on it. Finally though we cracked. Beth went upstairs to get us some drink. When she came back in she placed the drinks on the table and went to close the door.

With the door closed she stood in front of it. She lifted her top, up and over her head.

''Beth. No.''

Ignoring me her skirt came down. Holding her clothing she walked naked towards the table. She went past her chair and stood in front of me. Then she turned her back on me and lowered herself onto my lap. My cock pushed against my shorts and prodded her.

''You were saying?''

''I was saying no,'' I said as I wrapped my hands around her breasts.

My right hand slipped towards her waist, feeling her very neatly trimmed bush.

''When did you get so dirty?'' I laughed.

''It's you! Kevin and I mess around. We have sex and stuff but...''

''But what?''

''Stop asking questions. Just do what you're doing.''

What I was doing was slipping my finger into her pussy.

And then footsteps. Fuck!

''Mark! Sophie's on the phone for you upstairs.''

It was dad. At least he had stopped halfway down the stairs.

''Thanks dad. Coming!'' I called as Beth stepped off me and began to dress.

I spoke to my wife. She was about an hour away. I asked mum if Sophie and I could stop for dinner. That was also the point for Beth and I to stop revising and whatever else we were doing.

Sophie arrived and we all enjoyed a family dinner. I don't know if I was the only one to spot that Beth still wasn't wearing a bra under her cropped top.

That night at home Sophie and I lay in bed. Naked as always.

''So how was your weekend?'' we asked each other.

She told me about her conference. Boring. Dull. I told her about mine. Helping Beth with her revision. And I told her about the drive to Eagle Falls. I left out certain parts.

''I must take you there one day,'' I mumbled to her.

After a particularly energetic sex session we lay together.

''Fuck! You were a hungry boy tonight!'' exclaimed my wife.

''I'm always hungry for you baby.''

''No tonight you were really up for it. What's got you so excited then?''

''Just missed you I suppose.''

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 

Unlike the previous week I felt none of the awkwardness whenever I saw my little sister around school. More a sense of euphoria. Every time we passed in the hallways I could detect the slightest of smiles on her face. Normally she would look at the floor until I had passed!

In my history class on Wednesday our eyes would occasionally meet and we would allow ourselves the most subtle smile. The only time I felt a slight pang of guilt was when I taught my younger brother Robbie on Tuesday.

On Wednesday evening I phoned my parents home. I hadn't arranged a time to give Beth her revision help and while not wanting to appear desperate I was keen to be with her. Dad suggested Thursday evening as mum takes Robbie to guitar classes every Thursday and so the house would be nice and quiet with just me, Beth and dad. Perfect.

Thursday was another very hot day. This was turning into a fantastic summer. After dinner with Sophie I drove to my folks house. Dad answered the door wearing just a pair of shorts. Not an attractive sight. He led me through to the garden.

''Beer?''

''Thanks dad. Where's the student?''

''Upstairs. She'll be down in a minute.''

Moments later Beth appeared wearing a bikini. I tried to play it cool but my heart was already skipping.

''Can I get a beer please dad?'' she asked.

''Just the one young lady and don't tell your mother.''

We sat at the table in the garden for a while and chatted, before Beth announced she was going to her room to get her books to begin revision.

''Meet me in the den. I'll be right down,'' she told me.

Before I went downstairs I took off my shirt, and placed on the chair in the garden.

''It's so hot isn't it son? Supposed to get hotter for the weekend they reckon.''

In the den I sat at the table, in the chair facing the door. Beth appeared still in her bikini, carrying a pile of books. Instead of sitting in a chair she proceeded t come around and sit on my lap. I instinctively wrapped my hands around her stomach.

''So what are we revising today, young lady?'' I asked her.

''History.''

''Oh history. Really.''

''Uh huh.''

''And are you any good at history?''

''Not really.''

''And why's that?''

''Well the teacher is a bit of a dick.''

''Really? What's wrong with him?''

''He's a bit old.''

''That doesn't make him a dick. What else?''

''Well I think he's a bit of a perv.''

I was beginning to enjoy this game.

''A perv? Why do you say that?''

''Well he's always looking at me kinda weird. Like he fancies me or something,'' she laughed.

''Really. I thought he fancied Marcia Brook.''

''Mark!! You don't?''

Marcia Brook was a girl in Beth's class. I know teachers shouldn't ever, ever think that way but I always thought she was a bit hot.

''Maybe. Maybe not anymore. I might have lost interest.''

''I'll tell her.''

''Don't you ever.''

''How are you going to stop me then?''

I said nothing, simply slipping my hands up to cup her bikini covered breasts.

''Hmmm that might work. Keep going.''

''I like your bikini by the way.''

''Thanks. Pervert.''

''Is it the same one you wore that first trip to Eagle Falls?'' 

''Yep. I only have two bikinis. The other one I can't wear.''

''Why not?''

''Mum won't let me. I bought it for our holiday to Mexico last summer, but mum says it's not suitable.''

''Oh?''

''It's seriously skimpy. I mean seriously. It's white, like a boob tube top, no straps and the bottom is a thong. But it's a really really skimpy one. I'm not even sure why I bought it.''

''Sounds sexy to me.''

''Yeah I meant to take it back but never got round to it. I wore it for Kevin in the garden here a month or two ago. He ended up fucking me right out on the patio!''

''Wow!''

''Maybe I'll wear it for you one day...''

Our game was stopped by dad coming down the wooden steps to the den. I shifted to get Beth to move off my lap but she held firm. Dad walked in and looked at us.

If he felt any surprise at seeing his teenage daughter sitting on her older brother's lap, wearing just a bikini, with his arms around her stomach, he hid it well.

''You left your beer in the garden. I thought you might want it.''

Oh thanks dad.''

''So what are you revising tonight?''

''History dad,'' sighed Beth.

She sensed that dad and I would slip into a year long discussion at the mention of history. She was probably right. We usually did.

''Oh history. Which topic?''

''The second world war. Or Pearl Harbor in particular,'' Beth explained.

''Oh, fascinating stuff.''

''Yeah sure,'' Beth whined sarcastically.

''She doesn't rate her teacher,'' I joked.

''I imagine it must be hell teaching this one,'' dad laughed, pointing at Beth.

''She's a bit of a tease,'' I joked.

''Thanks Mark.''

''I bet she is. She always is at home. I think I might have a book upstairs about Pearl Harbor. I'll have a look later.''

''You could look right now dad. I'd love to see it,'' lied Beth, pulling a really petulant teenage girl face.

Dad went off. Beth and I laughed. She wriggled about on my lap, feeling my erection.

''Oooh you've got hard,'' she smiled.

I gripped her tits harder and tried to slip my hand inside her.

''Wait till dad's finished popping in and out,'' she scolded me.

''When he comes back in I'm gonna keep my hand here,'' I said, squeezing her left breast from outside her top.

'' I bet you won't.''

''Trust me.''

''No chance. I dare you to though.''

''A dare? And if I win?''

''Then I'll suck your cock.''

''Oh. Right. Wow. If I lose?''

''I'll tell Marcia thingy that you've got the hots for her.''

''I never said that!''

Anyway dad soon reappeared, clutching some old history book. My hand remained firmly on the left cup of Beth's bikini top. My other hand still on her stomach.

I looked at dad's book and we chatted for a while. He told Beth about Pearl Harbor, but none of it was really appropriate for her exam.

''Dad, they've changed the way they teach nowadays,'' I butted in, my hand still in place.

''How can they teach history in a different way? History is history.''

I'd had this conversation a million times with dad. He just couldn't comprehend that teaching had changed in the twenty years since he left the job.

''Show me that book then,'' he moaned, pointing at Beth's text book.

She slid it across the table to him. He picked it up to look at it but he didn't have his glasses. He stood up to go and fetch them.

''Back in a minute.''

''Sorry about this,'' I said to my sister.

''I knew it was a mistake to do history. I hoped dad would stay away.''

I squeezed her breast.

''You get your blow job then.''

I laughed.

''Let's take it a stage further,'' she said.

''Huh?''

''Put your hand inside my bikini top. I want to feel you touching my tit when dad comes in.''

I was about to argue that it would be too risky when we heard dad coming down the stairs.

''Quick,'' she said, taking my hand and stuffing it in her top.

Dad walked in, not looking at us. He put his glasses on and sat reading the book in silence. As the minutes passed, I felt braver. I began to squeeze Beth's tit and rub it a bit. More minutes passed. Beth amazed me by pulling the bikini cup down, exposing my hand on top of her tit. Dad was totally unaware. He carried on flicking through the pages. I pulled my hand away for a moment, completely exposing her left tit. Beth quickly grabbed my hand and put it back.

Finally dad grunted a couple of noises, not really words.

''Dad. Can I have my book now? I've got my exam next week.''

''Uh? Oh sure. Sorry. Mark you and me must have a discussion about this as soon as we can.''

''Oh great I'll look forward to that.''

He put the book towards us. I stuck out my hand to grab it, uncovering Beth's breast but thankfully dad didn't notice.

After he'd gone we burst out laughing.

''You know I don't really need any help with my revision,'' my sister sighed, climbing off my lap.

''I know you don't. I realized that a week or so ago,'' I laughed as she knelt down in front of me and pulled down my shorts, exposing my erect cock.

She wrapped her lips around my shaft and began to lick it. Soon I was enjoying a beautiful blow job from my sister.

''I'm gonna cum soon. Oh god oh yes oh Beth oh god oh!!'' I moaned in increasing volume as I got closer.

She swallowed every drop of my cum and licked my penis clean.

I looked at my watch. Five past nine. Mum and Robbie always came home about nine thirty.

''When are you gonna come here again?'' asked Beth.

''Not sure. I need to check with Sophie. She gets a bit moody if I'm over here too often.''

''How about Saturday? Mum is staying with her aunt that night.''

''Actually Saturday could work. Sophie is going out with some friends that night. She doesn't usually come in till about two or three in the morning.''

''Great. I'll try and persuade to Robbie to stay at Ben's that night.''

''How? Don't make it too obvious.''

''Oh trust me. I have my ways of persuading our little brother.''

''What about dad?''

''Dad's ok. He's in his own little world. You know.''

''Ok Saturday then.''

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

On Saturday I took a risk. I never told Sophie I was going over to see Beth. I waited till she had gone out then I drove over. Dad answered the door, wearing just his shorts again.

''Hi Mark. I wasn't expecting you.''

''Oh? Oh Sophie went out so I was at a bit of a loose end and thought I would see if Beth needed any more revision help.''

''Oh that's kind. Honestly that girl doesn't deserve you. I'm not even sure she's in. I know Robbie has gone to his friend's house. Hang on a minute. Come in come in.''

Dad stood in the hallway and called out twice, first towards the stairs going up and then to the stairs leading to the den.

''Beth!! Beth!!''

A moment passed then to my relief Beth appeared at the top of the stairs.

''What?''

''Oh there you are. Your brother's here. Revision?''

She was wearing a summer dress. White and pink. About thigh length.

''Oh hi Mark.''

Good acting.

''Hey sis.''

''Erm I'm not really in the mood to study tonight. I was going to watch a movie down in the den.''

''Oh.''

''You can join me if you want. Unless you've got a better idea.''

''No no that's a cool idea.''

''Come and have a beer with me in the garden son,'' suggested dad, putting his arm around my shoulder and gently leading me to the garden.

Beth followed and sat with us at the table.

''Dad can I have a beer please?''

''Just the one little girl. As always. And don't forget...''

''Don't tell mum!'' she laughed.

She got herself a beer and placed it on the table.

''I'll just go and change. It's so hot.''

She went back in and a few minutes later appeared at the kitchen door wearing what if someone actually finished making it could be described as a bikini. It was as she had described, only skimpier. If she was naked it wouldn't have been any more shocking. The boob tube was thin, covering her nipples but not the whole cup of her breast. The thong was a thin lace along the top, a thin strip covering her pussy lips and I can only imagine a thin strip in between her ass cheeks. They actually made such things?

She sat down before dad noticed. She sat opposite me and smiled, realizing I couldn't stop staring at her.

''Beth be a love and get me another beer would you? Mark are you ok?'' asked dad after fifteen minutes had passed.

Beth stood up and walked to the kitchen. Her ass was totally uncovered and visible. This time dad did see her.

''Good god! Young people now. What do they wear?'' he asked.

''Oh I know. Crazy.''

''That sister of yours, she wears the strangest clothes. No shame. In my day people wouldn't dream of wearing the things they do today.''

''I can imagine.''

''You must see it at the school. Young people!.''

''Yes dad.''




Wrong!



Beth came out with dad's beer. She put it on the table and sat down next to dad and opposite me.

''Dad was just admiring your outfit Beth,'' I winked at her.

''Pffff... admiring it? It's ridiculous,'' he grumbled.

''Thanks dad.''

''You don't wear it in public do you?'' he asked.

''No it's just for you boys. Don't tell mum will you?''

''I never tell your mother anything dear.''

''Thanks dad,'' she smiled, leaning across to kiss him on the cheek.

We sat in silence, drinking.

''Movie time in a moment,'' said Beth eventually.

''Are you coming Mark?'' she asked me.

''I hope so,'' I winked at her again.

''Men.''

''You don't mind if I watch a movie with Beth do you dad? I mean if you want company.''

''Good god no. I bought a book a few weeks ago. I've been trying to find some quiet time ever since to start it. Your mother is always finding jobs for me.''

Bet pushed her chair back and took another swig of beer. Out of dad's line of vision she calmly took her bikini top off. I stared at her. She stood up, still behind dad.

''Come down in five minutes Mark. I'll get myself...sorry the movie...ready.''

As she said that she pulled down her thong and was standing behind dad completely naked. She turned and walked towards the house as I desperately tried to distract dad by asking about a plant growing nearby.

Shortly after I went down to the den. The room was in darkness with only the light from the tv providing any illumination. Beth was lying naked on the couch. I pulled off my shorts and lay behind her, running my hands all over her body as she rubbed her ass against my cock.

After about ten minutes we heard dad coming down the stairs. The tv was on a very low volume so we could hear anyone approaching. Dad pushed open the door and looked in.

''Do either of you want a beer before I sit down with my book?''

We both did and dad went back upstairs. He obviously hadn't noticed our nudity in the dark. His vision was poor anyway so we guessed he wouldn't. When he returned a couple of minutes later we were still in the same position. He put our beers on a shelf by the door and left.

We waited a few minutes to see if he would come down again. No sound.

''Wait there. I'm just going to check on dad,'' said Beth.

She stood up and left the room, still naked. I heard her creeping up the stairs and on the hallway before creeping back down again.

''He's in his armchair, miles away now,'' she smiled.

''You're mad.''

''I've done that before. When it's just me and dad. His eyesight is so poor I know I can get away with it.''

''What you creep around naked?''

''Yep. It kind of turns me on. On Thursday evenings when mum and Robbie are out. I strip off and creep from room to room. I sort of follow dad but he doesn't know I'm there. I like that kind of thrill.''

''Mad.''

As she told me this I was sucking her nipples. I slid down and buried my face between her legs. I looked up at her and began to lick her juicy wet cunt.

''Oh god oh god. No one's ever done that to me. Kevin won't.''

I ignored her, continuing to fuck her with my tongue.

''Oh fuck oh fuck shit shit you cunt oh I love it!!''

''Shhhh...'' I briefly stopped licking her to tell her to be quiet.

''FUCK FUCK GONNA CUM FUCK YOU CUNT STOP OH GOD DON'T STOP!''

''Dad will hear,'' I scolded her again before resuming.

''SHIT YOU FUCKER OH SHIT OH FUCK OHHH OH GOD HELP ME I CAN'T OHHH!!''

Her orgasm struck, at least once. I continued to pleasure her with my mouth even when she had cum.

''OH OH OH OH OH GOD FUCK YOU CUNT YOU OH MY GOD YOU OH GOD JESUS FUCK SHIT OH YES OH YES OH YES!!''

Finally I guessed she had had enough. I leaned back and looked at her.

''That's for all your teasing little girl! Don't mess with big boys!''

''You bastard that was so good. Oh god I love you! I love that,'' she moaned.

Dad called out from the top of the stairs.

''Beth are you ok? Only I thought I heard you shouting,'' he asked.

''Oh sorry. Yes fine daddy. It was the movie not me.''

Dad went away, leaving Beth to recover. We lay together. I was still horny but I think I had worn her out for now. After half an hour or so of lying together I realized she was asleep. I quietly climbed out from behind her, put on my shorts and went upstairs, leaving her sleeping in the nude.

I went into the kitchen and put the kettle on to make a coffee. I checked on dad who was asleep in his armchair in the living room, before I returned to the kitchen. Just then the front door opened and in walked Robbie.

''Mark! I thought I saw your car in the driveway,'' he said.

''Yes Sophie is out for the night. I thought I'd come over here and see dad.''

Almost the truth.

''Cool. Where's dad?''

''Asleep in there.''

''Beth not in?''

''She's in the den.''

His eyes diverted immediately towards the stairs leading to the den when I remembered I'd left the door wide open when I'd come up.

''Hey Beth,'' he called, turning towards the stairway.

''Robbie don't! She's asleep. She's not feeling well,'' I said, stepping towards him and ushering him into the kitchen.

''Ok I'll go get changed then.''

The minute he had headed upstairs I rushed down to the den and woke Beth.

''Robbie's home. Get dressed.''

She finally woke and I heard our brother coming down from his room. I rushed back to the kitchen to finish making my coffee, and stood there chatting with him.

''I thought you were staying at Ben's.''

''I was going to but his mum was unwell so I thought I'd better come home.''

At that moment Beth appeared in the kitchen, wearing her sexy skimpy bikini. I realized that was the only thing she had to wear downstairs. I looked at her then at Robbie then saw his eyes nearly jumping out of their sockets.

''Hey squid. Thought you were out for the night,'' she whispered to him.

He explained to her. We followed her as she walked out into the garden, both of us staring at her ass then looking guiltily at each other.

We sat down for a while before Beth announced she was going to bed.

''Goodnight,'' she said, leaning over me to kiss me.

''Goodnight,'' she did the same to Robbie, before we both watched her disappear into the house.

I finished my coffee before heading home. Once I got home I couldn't stop thinking about the previous few hours. I went to bed but couldn't sleep, still awake my drunken wife Sophie came in at two thirty. The next morning I was first up and was joined by Sophie at about eleven AM. We sat at the garden table and she told me about evening.

''What did you do?'' she asked me after describing her night out.

''Oh not much. Popped round to see dad, and he lent me a book.''

''More revision with Beth then?''

''No I don't think she was in. I only saw dad. Wasn't there long,'' I lied.

After lunch Sophie and I sunbathed. One thing I should mention is that our garden is very secluded and in good weather we simply sunbathe in the nude. In fact on days when we are not expecting anyone, and get to spend the day together - rare - we can easily spend the whole day naked. This naturally involves us having sex, at least once. That Sunday was one of those days. We stripped off and lay down together and by the end of the day we had fucked four times, good even for us. Once we had gone to bed we lay together naked and I tried to persuade Sophie to make it five.

''Oh god Mark, haven't you had enough?'' she protested.

I finally persuaded her to give me a hand job so I wasn't entirely disappointed. As she stroked my cock she chatted to me.

''I don't know what it is but you seem particularly horny at the moment. I noticed that last week.''

''Sorry.''

''No don't be sorry. I'm just fascinated.''

''I don't know why. Maybe just the hot weather.''

''We get loads of hot weather.''

''Oh I don't know.''

''I'm not complaining.''

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

The next week was a strange one. My moods went a bit wild. I still thought of Beth a lot, but in quieter, more reflective moments I felt guilty or dirty or just plain stupid. 

Stupid because as a teacher I was effectively involved with a student, breaking the golden rule.

Guilty because I was messing around behind my wife's back. Even though I had not yet had sex with Beth I could see it happening unless I took control of the situation sooner rather than later.

Dirty because Beth was my sister. My little sister, and this could ruin our relationship, our lives and those of the people we loved the most, our family.

At other times though I could be more positive and thought that I should just enjoy myself while the chance was there. You only live once and all that...

I sat out in my garden on the Tuesday evening, late into the night, with a beer in my hand. Sophie had gone to bed. I sat there (naked I might add!) and thought. I decided the best action to take was to step back and cool down a bit. If I could see Beth less frequently and we could clear our heads that might help. Certainly once the exams were over that would lessen our time together. Maybe Sophie and I could get away for a couple of weeks once the school vacation begins. Time away from Beth. My sister had a boyfriend, a seemingly steady one at that, yet she was still messing around with me. Definitely try not to see her, I decided.

The first thing was her lesson on Wednesday. I played it calm, avoiding contact with her. That's easy when you have twenty other seventeen and eighteen year old students there as well. I tried to avoid eye contact as well. Lesson over, that went well. Except that when all the other students had left I looked up from my desk and saw Beth standing in front of me.

''Hey,'' she said.

''Hey you.''

''I was just wondering when you're coming round next. My exams start next week.''

''Yes I know. Sorry. It's a bit crazy work-wise at the moment. Same reason, exams starting.''

''Oh.''

''To be honest Beth I kind of got the impression that you don't really need much help with your revision.''

''Huh?''

''Well you know we err we erm don't do much you know revising.''

She blushed. Oh shit she looked cute when she blushed.

''Yeah I know but... But it kinda helps.''

''What does?''

She began to stroke my hand with her fingers, acting really shy.

''Being with you. I sort of relax. Take my mind off things.''

''Beth you know...'' 

I was about to say something when my next class walked into the room. A bunch of noisy thirteen year olds.

''I'd better go. Pleeeeeeaase!!'' she said as she backed away from my desk.

And then she was gone. Well that went well. I don't think.

I sat at home that night still trying to make sense of it all.

Tell her it's got to stop? Now? At exam time? Wait a few weeks then stop it? Carry on and hope she'll lose interest? Carry on and let it run out of control? Sex?

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

On Thursday evening Sophie talked to me over dinner.

''You haven't been over to help Beth this week. Don't her exams start next week?'' she asked me.

''Yeah I know. Just a bit tired this week. She asked me the same thing after her lesson yesterday.''

''Still you should find the time. She's your sister.''

''I know. Truth is she is quite bright. She doesn't really need much help.''

''You know I was like that. Quite clever. But sometimes it runs deeper than that. I just needed someone next to me to boost my confidence. To tell me it would be alright. Maybe that's the case with her?''

''You could be right. I don't know. I just feel exhausted.''

She stood up and stood behind me, massaging my shoulders.

''My poor baby what's wrong. I was just saying the other night how you seemed to be sex mad and now you seem a bit down.''

''Maybe we can get a holiday when the school closes?''

While I was washing the dishes I could hear Sophie on the phone. After she came bouncing in.

''I just came off the phone to your mother. I've arranged for Beth to come here after school tomorrow and stay till Sunday afternoon. That way you can revise with her but also we can just chill with her, maybe go out. Perhaps the change of scene will do her good. Get her in the right place mentally for her exams.''

''Beth? Staying here?''

So after my last lesson on Friday I was marking some work, tidying up, when Beth appeared in my class room.

''Hey again,'' she smiled.

''Hey little one. Ready? Have you got all you need?''

''Yes, mum is coming over to your house about seven with my bag of clothes. I didn't want to bring it to school. Thanks for this.''

''Sophie's idea. Not mine. I don't know if it's a good one do you?''

''What's wrong?''

''Sorry, ignore me. Long week.''

Any thoughts that this would all go to plan disappeared when I realized that under Beth's white school blouse there was no bra.

''Let's go,'' I growled.

We drove home. I showed Beth the spare room. I was expecting mum to come at seven, and Sophie said she would be home by nine, so hopefully my sister and I wouldn't be at home alone for long. My tactic was to avoid us being alone together. But still at the back of my mind there was this temptation...

One rule was that I was certainly not to going to get into any situation where there was the slightest chance of being caught by my wife. Sophie is sharp, unlike my dad.

Beth came down from her room into the kitchen where I was preparing our dinner. She was still in her school uniform, as she would be until mum turned up.

We chatted for a while. I looked at the clock. Just after five thirty.

''When do you want to start revising?'' she asked me.

''That's up to you. We can do some later after dinner or leave it till tomorrow. We've got all weekend. Mostly.''

''Do some tonight and then on Sunday? Have a day off tomorrow?''

''That sounds good. You know you don't need much help. You'll be fine.''

''Thanks bro.''

She never called me bro.

We looked at each other for a moment. A moment longer than a moment normally is.

''Mark...?''

''Yeah?''

''Oh...nothing.''

''What?''

''No it's ok. I was going to ask you something but it'll pass.''

''Weirdo.''

''Freak.''

''Nerdy cow.''

''Fucker.''

''Bitch.''

We used to insult each other before. Before...before...well before.

I was laughing now, starting to feel the tension fall away.

''Mark. I do love you you know.''

''I love you too. You're my sister.''

''Is it right?''

''Is what right?''

''What we've been...?''

''Doing? You mean playing...''

''With each other. Touching...''

''Each other? Probably not but it's a lot better than keep finishing each others...''

''Sentences!'' she laughed.

We laughed and hugged each other. As brothers and sisters do. She stepped back and began to unbutton her school shirt.

''Beth...''

''I'm not wearing a bra you know.''

''I know.''

''How do you know?''

''I noticed when you were in my class room.''

''Do you often look at your students chests Mr Johnson?'' she joked, taking off her shirt.

''Only the female ones. To see if they're wearing bras.''

''Pervert,'' she said pulling down her skirt.

''I can see you're not wearing panties either.''

''Top marks. Anything else?'', she asked as she placed her right leg up onto the kitchen table.

''Errr...oh fuck...you've shaved your pussy?!''

''Well done. You have passed your exam.''

''What about an internal examination?'' I smiled, pulling off my clothes as quick as I could.

''That is the next grade,'' she said, sitting on the table and opening her legs as wide as she could.

I was now naked and I pushed the cooking utensils off the table on to the floor and pushed her back across the table. I climbed on to the table and above my sister.

''I want you so bad,'' I cried.

''Oh god me too. Please...please.''

I lowered myself towards her naked body and pushed my hard cock against her pussy lips. I looked deep into her eyes before I thrust myself into her. Deep into her.

''OH OH HMPH OH GOD'' she moaned as I pumped my cock into her.

''OH BETH!!''

''MARK MARK OH GOD YES YES!!''

We were fucking on my kitchen table. I couldn't believe it. Fucking my little sister. My own sister. How did this happen? Who cares?

''BETH OH GOD YES BETH!''

''OH OH OH FUCK FUCK YOU CUNT FUCK OH GOD!!''

She was not a quiet fuck. Not at all.

''OH FUCK OH GOD YES OH PLEASE OH OH OH FUCK FUCK FUCK SHIT MAKE ME CUM GONNA CUM''

''OH GOD BETH YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL YOU'RE THE BEST OH I WANT TO''

And I did. We both did.

My ejaculation was like an explosion. Deep in her cunt. She came several times. The house was quiet. The kitchen door was open. But our bodies were dripping in sweat and our shouting could have been heard for miles around it seemed. But I didn't care. Never had sex felt so special. So perverted. So dirty. We lay on that table, our chests heaving as our hearts thumped, and regained our breath and our strength.

I looked at the clock. Ten past six. Better tidy up... 

Beth took her skirt and her shirt and headed upstairs for a shower. I dressed then tidied up, and tried to resume cooking. Mum arrived fifteen minutes late. Beth and I were sitting at the table in the garden eating when she arrived.

After we had finished eating I was clearing things away in the kitchen when I overheard mum talking to Beth.

''You're not wearing a bra, Beth.''

''No mum I know I'm not.''

''Why not?''

''The one I was wearing broke when I was at school. A wire broke and it was digging in to me. Really painful, so I had to throw it away before I left school.''

What a liar.

''You know you can see your breasts through that thin shirt?''

''Thanks mum. I'm sure no one did.''

Mum had just left when Sophie arrived home, then shortly after that I received a phone call from my friend, Dave, inviting me to play golf the next day. I checked with my wife.

''Well I was thinking of going into town shopping with Beth tomorrow so that's fine.''

On Saturday morning Dave came to pick me up before the girls were awake. When I came home about three in the afternoon they were both in the garden, in bikinis, new bikinis I think. Fairly skimpy bikinis. Sophie was on a lounger reading a book, while Beth was at the table, studying.

''Dave, this is my sister, Beth. Beth this is Dave.''

''Pleased to meet you Beth. You're his younger sister right?''

''Yes we've got an older sister too. And a little brother.''

''And what do you do? For a job?''

''Oh I'm still at school.''

''Not his school?''

''Unfortunately yes. He's my history teacher. He's the worst teacher in the school!''

''Ha ha! I can imagine. Hi Sophie.''

He went over to my wife and kissed her on the cheek, before heading home. I went upstairs to shower and change. When I came down Sophie was topless. I gave her a curious look.

''Well I knew you'd bring Dave in. I had to wait till he'd gone!''

''I'm going to clean the car.''

''Little boys and their toys. Don't make too much mess making love to it!'' teased my wife.

When I had finished washing the car I came back in and through to the garden. To my amazement and not small amount of terror Beth was lying on the lounger next to Sophie's, also topless. I stopped for a second to gather my thoughts then carried on, pretending not to see.

''Shall we go out tonight? For dinner?'' I suggested.

We agreed on a pizza, then we all changed into more suitable clothes, the girls in particular. After we got home we sat and shared a bottle of wine before heading to bed.

As I lay in bed, sucking my wife's erect nipples she started talking.

''I can't believe your sister was topless today.''

''Was she? When?'' I lied.

''When you were washing the car.''

''Do you know I never even noticed.''




Wrong!



''You must have done.''

''No. I remember you were but I only recall her sitting at the table. I'm sure she had a top on.''

''She did then but later. God you're blind.''

''Thanks.''

''Nice tits, mind you. Small but firm.''

''Sophie! That's my sister you're talking about!''

''How was your trip shopping?'' I asked, changing the subject.

''Good. We bought some good stuff, had a nice chat.''

''She ok?''

''Yes she seems happy. Happier than I've known her for a while.''

''Probably that boyfriend. Keith? Kevin?'' I said.

''Kevin. Well, between you and me she says she's got someone new in her sights.''

''Really? Who?''

''Don't know but she says he's an older man.''

''How old? Eighteen and a half? Nineteen? Twenty?''

''Older. And he's married.''

She gave my stiff cock a firm squeeze at the very same time she said those words.

''Married? God I hope she knows what she's doing.''

''That's what I told her. Be careful.''

''I wonder who it could be,'' I puzzled, trying to act dumb.

''I don't know but I wonder if it might be a teacher at the school. Wouldn't surprise me. She's that age now. Older man, you know, more mature than all those silly little boys at school.''

''God.''

''I think you should keep an eye out. Do some nosing. Watch her and see if you get any clues.''

''Sophie I'm not that low.''

We fucked then went to sleep.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

On Sunday morning I was the first one up. I slipped on a pair of shorts then went down to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Sophie appeared a few minutes later wearing a short t shirt. I could tell she was naked underneath. We opened the kitchen door and went to sit at the table in the garden. 

My sister Beth appeared about twenty minutes later, wearing a pair of shorts and a bikini top. Her new bikini top, but otherwise a similar outfit to the one she wore on our first trip to Eagle Falls, a trip that was only a few weeks earlier but seemed years ago. She grabbed some juice and a bowl of fruit and came to sit with us.

''What's the plan today?'' I asked, to them both.

''Sunbathing. Total relaxation please,'' smiled my wife.

''A bit of that if possible. I thought a bit of revision before lunch and a bit after, if that's ok,'' said my sister.

''Sounds good to me,'' I smiled.

Sophie finished her coffee and headed in for a shower. Beth and I remained at the table on the decking, just chatting about nothing in particular. When Sophie came back out she was wearing a pair of skimpy bikini bottoms and nothing else. Her gorgeous breasts were oiled up and glimmering in the morning sun.

''Bloody hell! You're keen,'' I laughed.

''Well there's no point in waiting. This is my plan for the day,'' she joked.

She sat on a lounger and picked up her book. Beth then headed in for a shower too and reappeared in the same bikini as the previous day. I had moved onto a lounger and Beth sat at the table. She dumped a pile of books on the table, sweeping them to one end and picked up a novel to read. And this is how we remained for about an hour and a half.

At that time the phone rang. Sophie was quickest to react so she went to answer it. From the conversation I overheard I'm guessing it was her mother. As Sophie chatted indoors Beth calmly removed her bikini top, giving me a sight of her delicious breasts. 

''Beth, not here. Not with Sophie at home.''

She ignored me.

''Beth, no funny stuff ok?''

''I'm just improving my tan. She's doing it. And I did it yesterday. Chill.''

I wasn't that keen but I trusted her to not do anything foolish.

Sophie appeared and sat back down. She noticed my sister's lack of top but said nothing, simply picking up a magazine to read. A short time later Beth put down her book.

''Revision time I suppose,'' she sighed.

''Do you want help?''

''Please.''

I got up at sat at the table with her, trying my best to concentrate on her studies and not her tits. I tried to act calmly so Sophie wouldn't suspect anything.

Surprisingly this worked quite well for the next hour, until Sophie went in to make lunch. She brought it back out and we cleared the table as the three of us sat there to eat. I was sitting in between two topless girls and did an excellent job of acting like it was the most normal thing in the world.

After lunch I tidied away, and returned to the table. Sophie went to the bathroom and came back minus her bikini bottoms. She was now completely nude! This was quite normal for us on a sunny weekend when it was just the two of us but never when we had a visitor. She was normally quite prudish with other people about. She lay back down on her lounger. Beth and I continued to work through her revision, my attention occasionally drifting from boring school stuff to my wife's naked body. On one occasion I glanced toward her I noticed she had opened her legs a bit. I was sitting directly opposite her and could see her pussy lips.

This game continued for a while. Sophie edged her legs open just a bit wider every few minutes until her cunt was clearly visible. I looked at Beth once in a while to see if she had noticed. I think she was aware of Sophie's teasing but said nothing. A slight smile pursed her lips.

To distract me even further Sophie's right hand then slid down to between her legs, her fingers clearly brushing her now swollen pussy lips. Fuck she's going to masturbate! Sophie began to rub her pussy, and after a while she started to moan softly. I was watching her and occasionally glanced at Beth who was also watching. She smiled at me. My cock was now erect and tenting in my shorts. This wasn't helped by Beth beginning to touch her breasts.

Normally in this instance Sophie and I would either end up having sex or enjoying a pleasurable mutual masturbation session. With my sister present I had no idea what was going to happen. I was still hoping to maintain the image that Beth and I enjoyed a totally normal sibling relationship, at least to everyone else's eyes. I decided that the best thing to do was to do nothing, just watch and enjoy. My concern was what Beth might try to do.

Sophie kept looking at the two of us as she rubbed her pussy. Her face was straining and I could tell she was going to cum soon. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Beth still touching her tits. Sophie did indeed climax, quietly, calmly, as was her way. She looked a bit embarrassed after.

''Sorry,'' she whispered, sheepishly.

I waved her apology away and tried to act as if nothing had happened. Moments later I heard a knock on the door. With my erection slowly receding I went to answer it.

''Ken? Meg?'' I was surprised to see a friend of mine at the door.

Ken had been my first teaching colleague when I was a trainee. A sort of mentor if you like. He worked alongside me for my first year in the class room. We had remained the best of friends ever since. Another thing about Ken was at the age of fifty two, and despite a twenty year marriage to Meg, he was a terrible flirt. A persistent womaniser. It had cost him his job in the end. Rumors of him having sex with two pupils at the same time, plus an affair with another teacher, saw him chased out the teaching profession.

He never really changed. We went out regularly, usually the four of us, and he was always flirting with Sophie. I mean FLIRTING!! he had no shame. We all laughed about, Meg included, but Sophie and I had no doubts that if he could get it on with her he would. He touched her, stroked her and kissed her. She was always careful never to be alone with him.

''We wondered if you two could come out next Saturday. There's a new Italian restaurant open and we thought it might be worth trying,'' suggested Meg.

''Sounds great. I think we're free. Why didn't you just phone? You didn't have to call round.''

''Oh we were passing so we thought we'd see if you were in.''

We said our goodbyes. When I returned to the garden Beth, still topless, had moved onto a lounger, leaving the one in the middle free for me. I sat down. Beth was reading a book and before long I felt myself drifting off to sleep. I can't have slept for long but I was woken up by a hand touching my leg. I opened my eyes and having realized where I was I saw Beth's hand on my leg. I brushed her off but as I looked at her I realized she was naked.

I looked across to my wife on the lounger on the other side and was glad to see she was sleeping. Beth tried again, once again slipping her hand onto my leg.

''No!'' I mouthed silently to her.

She shrugged.

''Put your clothes back on,'' I whispered again.

She responded to this by opening her legs a bit wider.

''Please,'' I whispered.

Again she tried to touch my leg. My cock didn't help matters by stiffening. She pointed at it and licked her lips. As I brushed her hand away again I tried to put her off by flicking her right nipple as hard as I could but of course this was a mistake.

''OWW!!'' she laughed.

I was terrified Sophie was going to wake up. Beth responded by trying again to touch my leg and this time I didn't respond. Within seconds she had slipped her hand up into my shorts and was stroking my stiff member. I was both scared and annoyed that she was breaking my rules, but at the same time it felt so good.

Beth continued to stroke me as I had my eyes fixed on my wife, ready to try to cover up any sign of wrongdoing at a moments notice. Who was I kidding!? For no particular reason I chose that moment to look at my watch. Quarter past four. Mum and dad were due at five to collect Beth.

''You need to get your stuff ready,'' I whispered to her, pointing at my watch.

She simply stood up, picked up her bikini and walked indoors, her ass wiggling as she went. At the kitchen door she stopped, turned around and looked at me. I looked at my naked young sister and stood up, my shorts tenting. I followed her indoors, turning one last time to check that Sophie was still asleep.

We went upstairs, into the room Beth was staying in. I held her tightly and we kissed.

''You're so naughty,'' I laughed.

''That's why I'm your favorite sister,'' she replied.

''Are you?''

''Well did you ever fuck Kate?''

''No.''

''Did you ever want to fuck Kate?''

''No.''

''Did you ever see Kate naked?''

''Don't think so no.''

''There you are then. I'm your favorite.''

''But...''

''What?''

''I like Kate.''

''So do I but she never did this for you.''

At that Beth dropped to her knees and wrapped her mouth around my cock. She began to give me a slow sensuous blow job.

''Beth I'm cumming! Oh god Beth!''

''Shhhh...don't wanna wake the wife do you?''

Sure enough I bolted jet after jet of semen into her mouth, which she happily swallowed, before cleaning me up with her tongue. Then as if nothing had happened she took a summery dress out of her bag and put it over her naked body. No underwear. She began packing.

''You'd better wake your wife. Don't want hers finding her like that do we?'' laughed my sister.

I went downstairs and into the garden. I shook Sophie gently awake.

''Sophie, my parents will be here soon. Better get dressed.

''Oh, thanks. Where's Beth?''

''Upstairs, packing.''

In the end it was my mum and my little brother Robbie who turned up. Robbie could hardly take his eyes off my wife's bikini clad body. Well he's that age now.

''See you at school,'' I said to my brother and sister as the car pulled away.

Turning back to Sophie I burst out laughing.

''I can't believe you did that with my sister there!'

''HA HA! Me neither. Just got a bit carried away.''

''That was the baddest thing you've ever done.''

''You obviously saw her tits today. I was right, they're nice aren't they?''

''Not as nice as yours. Besides she's my sister. And my pupil.''

''Do you think so? She saw me right?''

''Yeah I'm sure she did.''

''Did she say anything?''

''Huh? No I never asked her about it.''

''Were you helping her pack? I woke up at one point and couldn't see you both.''

''Oh right yeah. I think we all fell asleep. I woke up and realized the time and thought I'd better help her.''

We should invite her back.''

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

And we did. For the following weekend. I saw her at school during the week, but we just exchanged a few coy smiles. During her lesson we managed to act normally. Sophie phoned my mother that evening to arrange the weekend, while I phoned Ken to see if Beth could come along as well on Saturday evening. Meg answered and said it would be fine.

''One thing. She's my sister. Tell Ken to behave,'' I told Meg.

''Don't worry. I'll put him straight,'' laughed Meg.

Beth arrived on Friday after school. Sophie was home early and once again my mother brought her clothes over. We had no chance to be alone and for a change the weather wasn't so good, so we stayed in watching tv and chatting. We warned her about Ken, but Sophie guessed she was a bit too young to be of interest to him.

''I'm not so sure,'' I smiled.

On Saturday the weather was back to being hot and sunny. The girls went into town shopping, while I cleaned the car and did some gardening. They came back after lunch, complete with new outfits for the evening out. They changed into bikinis but as soon as Sophie lay down on a lounger she took hers off. Beth came out with a pile of books so I could help her revise and we sat down at the table. As she sat down she took off her bikini top. Sophie smiled at me as my gaze lingered a moment too long on my sisters tits.

And of course it wasn't long before Sophie was up to her tricks again. Lying directly in my sight, she slowly spread her legs and then began to touch herself. The game lasted longer this time and she seemed keen to go further than last time, spreading her legs wider and rubbing herself in a much more obvious way. Again Beth added to the scene by touching her tits gently.

Before long my wife was too horny to care. She began writhing on the lounger and moaning loudly. Beth smiled at me then to my amazement she shifted over to sit on my lap.

''Beth?''

Too late. To my amazement she pulled her bikini bottoms down and pulled my cock out of my shorts. I looked at my wife who was rubbing herself furiously, while never taking her eyes off me and Beth. My sister lowered herself onto my cock and before I had a chance to understand what was going on she was humping me. We were fucking and my wife was watching.

Sophie always cums quietly but as I discovered Beth makes a lot of noise.

''OH GOD OH YES OH THAT'S IT OH FUCK ME!!'' she moaned.

''Oh wow Beth!'' Sophie laughed as she masturbated.

Soon Sophie had climaxed as Beth and I continued to fuck on the chair.

''OH MARK OH GOD YES THAT'S IT OH YOU CUNT OH FUCK MMMMM OHHHH!!''she exclaimed.

I came, shortly after Beth.

''That...was amazing!'' said Sophie.

''Oh...err...oh,'' I stuttered.

She stood up and came to sit at the table with us, still naked. She ran her hands over Beth's breasts.

''That was so wrong,'' Sophie exclaimed with glee.

''Sorry.''

Beth sat silently, my wife's hands still examining her breasts.

For some reason I decided to flick one of Beth's nipples, causing both girls to laugh.

''See, she likes it,'' I commented.

''So...I take it...you have done that before,'' Sophie whispered.

''What, flick my tit or fuck,'' asked Beth.

''Both,'' replied Sophie.

''Err, what do you want to know?'' I asked, suddenly worried.

''The truth, perhaps.''

So we told her. Everything. I was shaking as we told her. Beth was calm, perhaps telling her more than was necessary. At the end Sophie sat in silence. Both girls were still naked, my cock was poking out the bottom of my shorts.

Finally Sophie spoke.

''Wow. I'll be honest with you. I did wonder. Beth, when you told me about the older, married man, I kind of realized you had been spending a lot of time with Mark. I had my suspicions anyway because when I came home that Friday evening the house smelled of sex. I'm sure your mother must have noticed it too.''

''Sorry.''

''No don't be. It's kinda hot.''

''What?''

''I had a massive crush on my elder brother when I was a teenager. I got to suck his cock a few times, which was great because it felt so naughty. But we never had sex.''

''Sophie, wha...?!'' I said.

''Don't you see? We've had threesomes you and me. So now you're fucking your sister. This opens up loads of possibilities. That is Beth if you're interested.''

''Absolutely. I'd love to.''

''Right. This is going to be a fun weekend. Starting with tonight. Let's give that old pervert Ken something to think about...''

NOTE: To be continued!



Wrong Address



Well I guess that is one benefit of going away for a week; I have a big pile of mail waiting for me. I dumped the load on the dining room table and started sorting through it. Bill, bill, junk, junk, ... not for me, not for me, ... bill, not for me. Does the mailman use a white cane or a seeing eye dog?

By the time I finished, the 'not for me' pile was almost as big as my pile. Mine mostly junk mail. They all had yellow change of address stickers on them. Sheila Johnson? What a screw up someone made. I looked closer. They have my apartment number on the label. Damn.

Out of the shower, still drying off, naked, I stood in front of the open fridge looking for something to eat for breakfast. It was pretty empty in there. The cold air against my bare skin feels great. For a moment, my nipples agree. As I rub a finger idly over my pussy, I realize I probably need to go to the grocery store later. At least there is one yogurt left. Nothing else. Pathetic.

The towel tossed on the counter, some drops of water still standing on my skin, I leaned back against the counter. A foot hiked high against the edge of the island stretching my long leg, I put a spoonful of strawberry yogurt in my mouth. It rolled across my tongue as I pressed it against the roof of my mouth for a second. I loved the thickness and texture. Reminded me of the evening when Susan let me eat my yogurt out of her pussy. Wow! What a wonderful mixture of tastes that was. Too bad she had to move so far away. No more 'fuckbuddy'. I need a pussy to eat once in a while, need to be eaten. A finger probes my pussy for a second. Yes, I need to be eaten. I'm so horny. I finger myself longer this time.

A small drop falls from the spoon and lands on my nipple. I take the spoon and scrape along the skin of my breast to scoop it up. The cold metal makes my nipple stand up nicely again. Using the bottom of the spoon, I smear a little more yogurt over the end of the nipple until it is completely covered in the reddish paste. A fingertip rubs across the erect nipple transferring much of the now warm yogurt leaving a little more for a second swipe.

I start to open my car door and realize a new car is parked on the other side. Maybe someone has moved into that empty apartment next door. Hope it isn't some loud bunch of college students like last time. Could that mail belong to that apartment? Not in a big rush, no longer starving after that yogurt. Still wanting something more personal to eat too. Sheila, could she...? 

Mail in hand, I knocked on the door. It was too late to stop as I heard a voice.

"Oh baby! ... Fuck Momma ... Be right back."

The door opened just enough to see her standing there, nothing on. She was a goddess with curves in all the right places, nice breasts and shaved crotch. Her long brown hair was disheveled like she had been fucking all night. Vibe in her hand, tip resting on what appeared to be very kissable lips. My eyes were taking it all in, so obvious I was staring.

"Just fucking Fred. Can I help you?"

"Fred? I think I have some of your mail Sheila. I live next door."

"Come in. I'm a bit of a wreck until I get my morning fuck."

"Maybe I should come back."

She waved the vibe side to side a few times. "Fred's happy."

"Ah, the vibe is Fred?"

"Oh yeah. Sorry. He's the only guy who gets down there. Rather have a gal. You interested?"

The fact that she was standing there, naked to the world, and so blaze about that and her casual invitation, caught me a little off guard, but I snapped back quickly to the reality of the situation.

"If you don't mind." After all, Susan was gone, and I really did love doing just that. "I'm Julie."

I shut the door behind me. Her hand wrapped around mine as she led me quickly to the bedroom. My eyes were glued to a perfect ass that swayed back and forth in front of me.

We stood by the bed, face to face, lips to lips, kissing. My hands touching her bare skin all over her body, her hand rubbing my breast as if trying to move it all over my chest. I loved the hard contact, the physicalness of her touches there and other places. She was a damn fine kisser, the way her tongue explored my mouth, the way our tongues battled each other as they forced their way back and forth between her mouth and mine, all so nice. Love not needed right now, just a good fuck.

As my fingers shoved their way into her cunt, it was sopping wet like the tides had come in and not gone out yet.

"Oh baby that feels good. Love those fingers inside me."

She pulled me onto the bed. Together we removed what few clothes I had on, just my dress and sneakers.

"I don't wear..."

"Me either."

Sheila lay with her legs spread wide, her pussy swollen from before I arrived and begging for more. I was so ready to oblige. My face just inches away, my fingers teasing the lips on either side of the dripping pink opening. The first long lick covered my tongue with her delicious honey. A moan, a silent scream, let me know she approved and wanted more. I nibbled, sucked, and licked each lip from the bottom to the top. A hard stroke of my tongue across the tip of her clit brought a louder moan, a louder scream. It was already protruding, begging to be sucked as my lips wrapped around it and treated it to what it wanted, what it was demanding, what it needed.

Her fingers pulled at her nipples, her legs spread even wider, and her hips humped my face as she began to cum for the first of many times that morning, and for me as well.

"Do you welcome all your new neighbors that way?"

"Do you always open the door that way?"

"Good point."

"I used to have a girlfriend that I hooked up with on a regular basis just to have sex. She moved away not long ago. Maybe you and I can do this again?"

"Would be nice to have a 'fuckbuddy' next door. Fred might like a rest too." 



Wrong Address



 This short story is a Happy Birthday gift to a fan. Hope you enjoy it, too.

*

I was just stepping out of the shower when I heard the doorbell. I hadn't ordered a pizza and I wasn't expecting company. I figured it was some kind of salesman that I could get rid of quickly so I grabbed a towel, wrapped it around me, and headed toward the front door.

I opened the door, trying to stay back a little. I wasn't interested in the whole neighborhood seeing my almost bare butt at the front door.

A young woman, who appeared to be in her early twenties, with a backpack slung over one shoulder, looked up and asked, "1837 Boston, right?"

"Yes," I acknowledged that she had the correct address. 

She looked at a small slip of paper in her hand, "You're Paul, right?"

"Yes," I agreed that I was actually Paul. However, I didn't tell her Paul was my middle name, nor did I mention that I seldom used that name. She was just selling something and I wasn't in a buying mood.

She turned and waved at a car parked at the curb, pushed the door open a little farther, and stepped into the house, using her hips to push the door closed behind her.

I heard the car leaving about the time I saw this young salesperson drop her backpack and open the front of her trench coat.

On. My. God. I must have stared at her for a full minute and I may have drooled.

Some magician had ripped the middle out of a Playboy Magazine, waved a magic wand over it, and put the real live centerfold inside my house.

Before I could close my mouth and swallow, she reached forward, pulled my towel off and smiled, "Oh, nice. Yum, yum."

I think I caught her arms before she dropped all the way down to her knees, but she already had my cock in her hand and I wasn't going to get too rough with her. I did not care to risk a permanent injury.

I may have stuttered. I know I swallowed hard and had to cough. "What...what...who..." I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself. I looked down to see that she was still holding my stalk, so I carefully phrased my question. ""Who are you?"

"I'm Paula," she answered. "Isn't it neat? Like, I'm Paula, and I'm sent to be Paul's date for the evening. Wow, cool, I've never had that happen before." 

I guess the look on my face told her I was really confused. She stopped stroking my ramrod. I didn't want her to stop. I really didn't want her to let go, either. But she seemed to need that hand to take the paper out of her pocket.

She looked at the paper, "1837 Boston Circle?"

I groaned. This has happened before. This dumb city won't allow a change of the street name. I live on Boston Avenue. I don't know the man who lives across town on Boston Circle, but I have his telephone number somewhere. Occasionally UPS or FedEx leaves something he ordered on my front porch. I don't think I knew his name was Paul, either.

She looked at the paper again, "Paul Augustus Baer."

"Yeah, Gus, that's his name. He lives across town."

"Damn," she muttered and slapped her hand over her mouth. "Oops, we're not supposed to use curse words." 

I watched, fascinated, as she stuffed the paper back in her pocket, flipped the sides of her trench coat back, and placed her hands on her bare hips. The look on her face told me she was a little upset at the confusion of street addresses. 

The expression on her face changed, when she looked down at my pussy diver. I felt that animal jerk, as if it had a mind of its own. "Darn," she exclaimed, running her forefinger up and down my shaft. "I wanted that one. He's cute. I like 'em long like that. You know, when I swallow," she looked up at me. "I like it really deep, sort of makes me know I'm doing it right."

She leaned over and whispered, "I know we're not supposed to enjoy it, but it really makes me wet when I do that."

I watched her finger moving up and down my shaft. Taking my eyes off what she was doing for only a moment, I looked at her neatly trimmed pussy. I think the hair between her legs was sort of red. I may have looked up at the hair on her head, for just a second, but my eyes went back to that pretty little pussy. 

"I...I, ah... maybe I need to call the office." She stopped talking and put her hand around my fuck-tool and stroked it a few times. "Do you think ... would you mind..." she dropped to her knees and licked the head of my semen shooter.

Oh Lord. Oh mercy. Oh hell. My throbbing python of love was disappearing into her mouth and my knees were shaking. My eyes rolled back in my head and I shuddered. Sweat broke out on my back. I clenched my fists. It was exquisite. Her hot tongue slid from side to side on the underside of my purple mushroom and I wished I could stand there while she did that for the next century.

Where did she come from? How did she get inside my house? What fate brought her to me? Frankly, I didn't give a damn. 

I looked down at her face and saw her knees were spread showing that pretty little pink pussy. Hell, I could smell her. She was sucking on my rod and I wanted to lick her. I wanted my tongue to invade that pussy and hear her moan and make the same noises I was making.

I wanted my fingers in her honey hole. I needed her juice on my chin. I had to have that red pussy hair tickling my nose. I wanted to cry with the need to have her soft creamy thighs rubbing my cheeks. I didn't care how I had to do it, but I was going to have those legs over my shoulders when I dove into that delicious dripping cunt. I wanted those pretty feet pounding on my back when I tickled that soft little slit and I'd make her hips bounce with her climax with I nibbled on that hard little clit.

I swear I felt her tonsils when she swallowed my ham and her chin bumped my two eggs. My knees got weak when she pulled her head back, looked up and me, and tried to smile around my bush-beater. I watched her face tilt up as my Roman candle rubbed across the roof of her mouth and went down her throat. I saw her neck move when she swallowed my throb knob. 

I stood still, trembling, as her head bobbed back and forth. Oh man, she was working my wank and I was so close to shooting my wad. My balls were getting tight and she must have seen them drawing up. She put her hand between my legs, clutched my ball sac, and squeezed. Hot damn, that did it. 

I exploded. I shot cum down her throat and watched the ripples going down her neck when she swallowed. Girls scream and men roar and boy did I bellow. Like a wild mountain lion, I howled, and I didn't care if the neighbors heard me. My head jerked, my butt cheeks clenched and I think my toes curled. 

I do not know if I dropped to the floor or fell. All I could think about was that pretty little pussy and the sweet taste of her nectar on my tongue. If she turned around for me, I don't know. I may have manhandled her, but I don't care. I flipped her over and got my mouth on that pussy so fast I think she was surprised because she groaned.

"Eat me ... yes, yes, yes ... eat my sweet pussy."

She moved her hips back and forth. "Scratch my itch, big man. Put you fingers in there and tickle my twat." By this time, she was humping her hips up and down, and moving so fast I couldn't get my hands on her tits, but I kept trying.

She exploded, clamped her thighs against my head so hard I was afraid she popped my eardrums. She twisted that flexible pelvis of hers and lifted my head up before she bounced her hips back on the floor.

When she let me go, I rolled over on my back and tried to catch my breath. I don't know how she did it, but she had my trouser truncheon in her mouth and was sucking me back to steel. Then she climbed on top of me, sank down on my womb broom, and pounded away until that sweet little love hole of hers exploded and sucked another load of sperm out of my stocking stuffer before I was even aware I was gonna cum.

Damn she was hot and I was getting sore. Sweat was running down my chest and her juice was a warm pool under my hips. 

I heard her panting beside me, but I couldn't open my eyes because one was looking to the left and the other was still rolled back in my head.

I groaned when she said, "Let me rest a minute. I want to do that again before I call the office." She breathed deeply a few times and asked, "Say, do you think you can suck on my tits for a little while before you squirt some man juice on them?"

I may have groaned. I know I wanted to turn over, but none of my muscles would cooperate. I believe I smiled when I heard her say, "This next time, maybe we can do a really slow fuck."



Wrong Aim



Wrong Aim - Episode One

Detailed Report Number 1 On Frances of Venus

When we open a beautiful woman is at the controls of small spacecraft and looking seriously at a picture of Commander Riker.

It was the night shift on the Enterprise.

"Enterprise this is Nefti calling Commander Riker."

A surprised Riker answered with raised eyebrow. "Open channel, on screen."

Her form was warm to the sight and Riker remembered her touch. He also remembered something else. "What do You want?'

"I'm sorry... I deserved that welcome but I really need to renew your faith in me." I need a favor, but first I want to keep my word. Can we meet privately tonight?"

Captain Picard would be docking with them early tomorrow so tonight was all Riker's command. They met. 

"I first want to apologize for teasing without pleasing."

"As I recall the last thing you promised was a hot night including...."

He whispered the rest. 

"I'm sorry. I promised more than I was ready to give and I thought it would hurt. 

"It still might. What is it you want?"

"I need to meet with the full command staff including Picard."

"Why?"

"Please trust me. That's why I wanted to see you tonight to let you know I mean what I say."

She began to show him. He took her in every way possible, moving her head and hips in rhythms she did not know she was capable of. In the end, it did hurt a bit.

"Ow, use the oils, please."

"It would have been easier if you hadn't left me hot and horny for so long."

In the morning when she rose he was gone. Background check on her had revealed she was a soldier of the Rem Alliance. Worf maintained tactical alert as the Rem Alliance had just violated a couple of Federation territories and were becoming more than a nuisance. The rest of the command staff was in the conference room as she entered. 

"Hello Captain, Jordi, Data, Deana, Dr. Beverly."

With a slightly interested look Captain Picard said, "I see you know us. How?"

" I have reason to, which shall become apparent soon enough."

And then in answer to the growing uneasiness in the room, she whispered,

"But I am no threat. I need your help."

"As you probably know already I am Nefti, a soldier of the Rem." After a sigh she went on to say, "We were out on a crusade to regain some of our long lost territory and we encountered some resistance. We engaged ... well that is we crippled one of their ships. I went along on the inspection team. I saw a woman lying dead near a conference table much like this one. I turned her over and thought I recognized her and took her image. I returned to the ship and home. I stopped after the victory celebration by the Records department and searched for a match. Then I almost pissed in my pants. That evening I grabbed a shuttle and came looking for you. The woman.... The woman was named Karen of K. She was a Liaison and lover of Ambassador Frances. 

Stunned was probably the only sound louder than the "What?" that came out of Jordi's lungs. Beverly asked, "Are you sure?'

"I recognized her from a conference that our leaders walked out on when they brought up the subject of indentured servants. We don't have slaves..."

"But, you do have indentured servants" Picard finished.

"Factor One" Riker said as he shook his head and stared at the Captain. They knew the seriousness. 

"What do you want?" the Captain said as he looked as if he really didn't want to ask that for fear of the answer. 

"I want you to take me to the leaders of The Rem and help me convince them of the seriousness of the consequences of their crusade."

"You want me to take the Enterprise into Rem open territory. That sounds too much like a trap and your recent activity in Federation territory doesn't make me feel comfortable with this.'

"You're holding back something" Deana pitched in as she solemnly stared at Nefti.

"Yes" Nefti said as tears welled up in her eyes. I want to save my people from a horrible fate. We were misled. We thought we were the good guys"

"And?" pried Deana

"I ... I was the tactical officer. I'm a good soldier. I was ..." Her hand open hand was trying to wipe tears as she began to shake with fear. "I fired the torpedoes." Then in an attempt at hysterical reasoning she cried, "They didn't fire, but we were told this was a sneak pattern to set us up for the kill. We thought ... I thought we were the good guys. Really!" she pleaded. 

Jordi let out a long breath of air and shook his head as if to say "Wow are you in it now!" What he said after a sigh was "You obeyed orders, like the weapons on the ship, just aimed in the wrong direction."

Nefti looked at the Captain through tears. "I request asylum from the Ambassador. She respects your ship and won't touch me here and besides you have the best data on Frances. Looking at Deana she pleaded, "You can talk to her, calm her down or at least make her listen to me before she ..." Nefti put her head down. She couldn't finish.

Data said "Captain, we do have the data ready for transmission to portable crystal form and I would agree Sir that we are the logical choice for this mission. The Captain looked at Nefti sadly and said with quiet regret, "I know."

"And The Ambassador has been know to whip the flesh off..."

"Thank you, data but we know her capability," said Riker.

"And her level for cruelty and slaughter, Captain we can't let this happen" Beverly called out as she got up to comfort Nefti. 

Captain called to the ceiling, "Captain to bridge"

"Lieutenant Worf on duty, Sir"

"Set course for the Rem Alliance sector 12, Warp 6."

"I'll talk to her", Deana said as she tried to calm Nefti down after the meeting. We'll speak with your people first then we'll send a message to Frances. Riker tried to keep her from shaking. "We won't let that happen to you."

When they arrived Commander Riker said "Shields" and an immediate hail was picked up. Picard said "On screen."

"What are you doing here?"

"I am Captain Picard of the Federation ship Enterprise and who may I be addressing, please?"

"I am Devout One, Baltis, head of the military presence in this sector, state your intentions."

"Well sir, this is open territory and we come in peace and the truest friendship, although this may become harder to believe. We bring you information of a threat...- Not Us - that your people may want to consider. May we transmit the data to you as we discuss?"

"Go, ahead"

A nod began the transmission. "Devout One have you heard of Ambassador France of Venus?"

"We have heard of the being of some gravitational and telepathic powers."

"We have reason to believe that very soon she will be coming your way and unfortunately she will be here to talk about more than your indentured servants."

"Now I remember. What makes you think this?"

Nefti stepped out from the wall so she could be seen. 

"Traitor?"

"No, Devout One, I am here to help warn our people and these people have the data we need. 

"You bring threats and an enemy to our doorstep."

Nefti began to cry out in anger and sadness at his stubbornness. 

"You lied to us. You made us think we were righteously regaining what was ours. Even you title sounds like a crusade. I checked the files. It turned out we were taking their lands. They wanted the Liaisons to help talk to you."

"That is a matter of opinion," he said.

Then she lost it.

"You bastard, Listen to me these people are not your problem. We have made a horrible mistake at Cresis 3. We killed a Liaison. Do you have any idea what this means. READ it, will you!" Devout One was scanning the crystal and staring in anger and worry. 

Picard calmly added, "You may confirm the data with your allies in the Krel sector. Devout One there is no planet Dremore anymore." The survivors are prisoners of war in the Cytor region whose twin planets are gone. Granted, that Frances has kept them prisoners of war in name only, just so no one else will mess with their redevelopment. Nevertheless, I can draw out her strategy, when she learns what has happened." He went on.

"She will send a message to the Liaisons at the Federation Forum stating that Factor Two has been activated and that military response may be forthcoming. Then she will come to you and propose a talk with preliminary discussions about the state of your indentured servant system. If you do not come to the table with a plan for phasing that out, the rest of the more specific discussions will go very badly. Keep in mind that Factor Two calls for up to one million people slaughtered. If you insult her in the talks she may declare war." After a deep exhale Picard said, "That would literally be the end of your civilization as you know it."

Nefti calmer and pleading said, "Devout One, please call the Federation forum for a Liaison to be sent to negotiate for us. They are the truly devoted, for they will help with all they've got to save a people that killed one of their own. Then get the counsel to view the crystal and begin phasing out the indentured system. Frances will allow time, because that's where she is right now. She's checking up on a promise from another culture a year ago. If she comes back with blood on her hands we better be prepared to calm her down or suffer."

Surrendering the Devout One said, "You have done much for your people, Nefti but you call for great sacrifice. But I will succeed in the manner you advise. It would be better to advise The Ambassador as soon as possible, rather than let her hear of it elsewhere. Will you do it?"

"Yes, we will as gently and strategically as possible" Picard said looking at Nefti.

She whispered, "And I must face her as the executioner of her lover."

"Then we have much to do. Be gone and Captain... Thank you."

The Captain looked at Nefti what seemed a long time and all she remembered was he said two things.

To her - "I grant you asylum." 

Then as if to the air - "Send the signal"

Next Episode the Conclusion of "Wrong Aim"



Wrong Bar, Right Time



It all started a few weeks ago while I sat in a bar after a long day of searching through the want ads.

"How's it going?" said the clean headed muscle man who sat down next to me.

"Not the best," I said, looking up from the paper. "I've been slogging around town all morning, looking for a job."

"No luck?" he asked, looking me over with ice-blue eyes.

"Not really," I said. 

"Well," he said, motioning the bartender, "maybe I can take some of the sting out of that for you. Two more here, Ben."

I smiled and raised my glass, "Thanks." 

"Anything to help a struggling young man," he said, raising his glass. "I'm Tom."

"I'm Leo," I said, smiling. "It's nice to meet you."

I'll leave you alone with your paper," said Tom, picking up his fresh glass and standing, "but if there's anything else I can do for you, please, let me know."

"Sure," I said, smiling, "and thanks."

He gave me a little wiggle of the eyebrows as he left, but I didn't pay any attention. I went back to reading my want ads.

"Better be careful with that one, son," said Ben, the silver haired bar tender. "He's got a monster in his pants and he loves to use it to break in the freshmen."

"A monster in his pants?" I said. "What do you mean?"

Ben stopped rubbing the empty glass for a second and put both palms on the bar, leaning down to look me in the eyes. "What kind of a place do you think this is, kid?"

The want ads hit the bar top as I opened my eyes wide and really took in my surroundings for the first time. The bar was quiet and dark in the heat of the day, but there were none of the familiar trappings of the bars in the town where I grew up. There were no posters of ring girls hawking their favorite flavor of yellow beer, no tired eyed waitresses scooping up empties off the table, in fact, there were no women at all.

"Wait a minute," I said, eyes going wide, "what kind of a bar is this?"

Ben smiled, letting a row of even white teeth split his beard, "You really didn't know, did you?"

"This really is," I said, my throat suddenly dry, "a gay place."

"It really is," said Ben, his smiled unchanging.

"And that guy over there," I hazarded a glance at Tom, leaning against a high top table, "he was..."

"Trying to pick you up?" supplied Ben. "Yup, that's exactly what he was doing. He'll be glad to know that his penchant for picking the curious straights out of the crowd is still working."

"Curious straights?" I said. "You mean me?"

"You're the only straight guy in this gay bar," said Ben, "so I must mean you."

"But I didn't know," I said, sputtering, "in fact, I think I should just leave."

"Come on, Leo," said Ben, you can finish your beer. "No one is going to bother you. Look, I'll even go ever and tell Tom your story. He'll think its funny, just like me."

"You sure," I asked, looking around myself with suspicious eyes, "I don't want to have a problem."

"Don't be silly, kid," said Ben, slapping me on the shoulder. "Finish your beer."

I took a nervous sip as Ben walked over to tell Tom and his buddies my story. I managed a weak smile when they looked over and roared with laughter.

Ben came back a few minutes later and said, "See, no worries. Tom thought it was hilarious. He also said he'd buy you another beer to offset the misunderstanding, if you'd like."

I looked over at Tom, who was watching me, and raised my glass, "Thanks again," I said.

"So?' said Ben.

"So, what," I asked.

"Do you want the beer, even if you have to drink it with a bunch of queers?"

"I'm not like that," I said. "I don't think any less of you guys for what you do, and I'm broke as flat as the pavement, so sure, I'll have that beer."

As Ben was pouring, Tom sidled up to me. "Sorry about the misunderstanding, kid," he said. "I just assumed that you knew where you were."

"I'm new in town," I told him. "I haven't gotten everything figured out just yet."

"That's no crime," said Tom, his big hand slapping me on the back.

"Thanks again for the beers," I said, slurping the foam off the fresh one that Ben had just sat down in front of me.

"No thanks necessary, kid," he said. "It's all part of the dance."

"What dance?"

"The mating dance," said Tom. "You really are new to all of this, or you'd already now how it works."

"Well," I said, "I've picked up girls before."

"You straight guys have no idea," said Ben, chiming in. "You chase around after a piece of tail all night, walk her to the door, and hope to get a kiss."

"So?"

"Guys who met at the same time would have fucked before you'd been overcharged for dinner," said Tom, sipping at his beer.

"That fast?" I asked.

"You know how bad you want to fuck when you go out," said Tom, his eyes drilling into mine.

"Sure," I said.

"Just imagine if your date felt the same way."

"Wow," I said. "You guys must get laid all the time."

"We do alright," said Tom laughing, "and it's not just getting laid."

"It's not?" I said.

"Oh no," said Tom, it's a lot easier to get your cock sucked too."

"The girls back home never wanted to do that," I said, remembering how disgusted Mary Ellen had been when I asked her after prom.

"Some guys like to do nothing else," said Tom.

"Really?" I said, eyes far away as I sipped my beer.

"I've walked into a bar and had a stranger swallowing my joint within fifteen minutes," said Tom.

"Me too," said Ben, "and I didn't have to sent flowers the next morning either."

"Wow, you guys are lucky. I just moved here, and I don't have a job, so I can't even get girls to look at me. I haven't been laid in three months."

"Three months," said Tom, grimacing and adjusting his package. "I think I'd die."

"Me too," said Ben, "or at least go postal on some customers. I honestly can't imagine."

"So how long has it been for you guys," I asked, curious.

"Two days," said Ben, "but then, I worked a double shift last night."

"Depends on what you mean," said Tom.

"What I mean about what?" I asked.

"Well if you mean fucking, then it's been a couple of days, but if you count sucking, then it's been about an hour and a half."

"An hour and a half," I said, "and you're already hunting more."

"I just sucked a guy off and he didn't do me, so if anything it made me hornier."

I took another drink of beer and realized that I was picturing Tom with a dick in his mouth. Not only that, I was getting hard in the process.

"Was that your stock broker," asked Ben.

"Yeah," said Tom, rubbing the meaty bulge in the front of his Levis, "he loves to use my mouth. I just hope his wife never finds out."

"He's married?" I asked.

"Sure, kid," said Tom, his hand landing on my shoulder again, "straight guys do it all the time."

"They do?"

"Sure they do," said Ben, leaning over the bar, "either they've got a wife who won't put out, or they just like boys. Either way, lots of straight guys get sucked off by us fags."

"Wow," I said, taking another drink, feeling the conversation having a definite impact on my cock, which by now was fully hard.

"You ever seen two guys together?" asked Ben.

"No," I said, shaking my head. Tom's hand was still on my shoulder, and I found myself not wanting him to move it. 

"Would you like too?" asked Tom.

"Who?" I asked, laughing. "You two?"

Ben stood up straight and looked around the bar, "I could probably sneak into the back for a few minutes," he said.

"I'm game," said Tom, standing and rubbing that growing bulge in his denims again, "are you?"

That was the question. I'd never thought about any of this before, but it had been so long, and it was right there in front of me.

"Maybe if I could just watch," I said.

"Come with me," said Ben, coming out from behind the bar and leading us back to the office.

He opened the door, "You guys make yourselves comfortable back here and I'll sort out the bar. Back in a flash."

The door closed behind him and Tom pulled his t-shirt over his head.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"He said get comfortable, Leo, and I'm never more comfortable than when I'm naked, are you?"

He had me there. I watched him rubbing his hands over his broad, hairy chest and felt my hands start to move of their own accord. Before I knew it I was pulling my shirt over my head.

"There you go," said Tom, moving closer, "you've got a very nice body." He reached out a hand and rubbed my chest. "Nice and firm," he said.

I was just getting ready to protest when he pulled away. As much as I wanted him to stop touching me, I wanted his hands on me more. I leaned forward when he pulled away, catching myself at the last moment before I would have fallen. Luckily, Tom had kicked off his shoes and socks and was taking down his pants, so he didn't see me.

I pulled off my shoes and watched Tom place his pants on the desk. I know my mouth must have been hanging open, because he had the biggest, thickest cock that I'd ever seen. It was at least ten inches long, and fat, like a sausage. He'd trimmed the hair around the base to draw attention, and boy did it. I immediately wanted to feel it in my hand.

"You like what you see?" he asked, smiling and taking his cock in his hand, giving it a slow stroke.

I snapped out of my reverie and looked away, "It's just so big," I said, kicking off my pants, sneaking another look at it. "I've never seen one like that."

"Yours is nice too," he said, nodding at my cock, now fully hard and dripping a steady stream of precum. "So shiny and pink, it looks very happy."

My cheeks flushed, I'd never imagined myself in this situation, cock hard from looking at another man.

Ben saved me from an explanation. He opened the door and smiled as he shut it. "Looks like you boys made yourselves right at home," he said, tearing his t-shirt over his head.

"We were just comparing cocks," said Tom, waving his whopper around like a snake, "the kid likes mine, and I like his."

"Yeah," said Ben, nodding as he kicked off his shoes and struggled to get his pants down, "couple of real nice specimens there." He stood between us, and as he said it he extended both hands and grabbed our dicks.

It was a surprise to feel another man's hand on my dick, but a good one. Ben's hand curled around my shaft softly, and then gave it a good stroke. My eyes closed in pleasure. I didn't object.

"Now Ben," said Tom, smiling as his meat was manipulated, "you know that Leo is just here to watch. I must insist that you unhand him."

My eyes opened and I watched as Ben's hand left my dick. "Sorry, Leo," said Ben, "what can I say? You've got a beautiful cock. I couldn't resist."

"Mmm-kay," I mumbled, barely able to breath.

"Here," he said, taking my hand and placing it on my aching joint, "you do it, while Tom and I get re-acquainted."

With that Ben turned to Tom and grabbed his huge cock with both hands, pulling him closer. Ben was no slouch in the dick department either, and their cocks met in the middle of their beefy bodies as they began kissing.

I gasped. My cock was in my hand and I was watching one of the hottest things that I'd ever seen. Tongues dueled in the low light of the office, cocks bounced and rubbed together.

"Suck my titties," said Tom, pushing Ben's head toward his chest. Ben was happy to do so, soon nursing at Tom's quarter sized nipples until they stood out from his chest.

Ben didn't stop there; after the tits were attended he quickly dove for Tom's cock. I moaned as I realized what was going to happen, and Ben looked up and caught my eyes, just as he sucked Tom's cock into his hot, wet mouth.

Watching that massive piece disappear into Ben's bearded face, and then come out all slick and shiny, was one of the hottest things that I'd ever seen. I spit in my hand and rubbed it over the tip of my cock, moving closer to them.

"Here," said Ben, pulling his mouth off of Tom's cock for a moment, "allow me." He moved his mouth towards my cock, and just when I thought he was going to swallow me, he spit. "Better mine than yours," he said before going to work on tom again.

I edged even closer, now standing shoulder to shoulder with Tom while Ben sucked him off.

"What do you think," said Tom, "pretty fucking hot, huh?"

"Hot," I said, trying to look everywhere at once.

"It's alright, kid," said Tom, throwing an arm over my shoulder and pulling me into his muscular body.

I melted then. I turned and opened my lips, closed my eyes, and felt Tom's tongue enter my mouth. 

I'd never kissed a man before, but that didn't matter. I sucked on his tongue like I was born to it, pressing my naked body against his, feeling its warmth.

That's when I felt the best feeling I'd ever had. My gasp broke the kiss, and Tom was soon busy sucking on my nipples. I looked down and saw my cock reappearing out of Ben's greedy mouth.

"Sorry," said Ben, smiling and going back to work on Tom. "I know, I'm not supposed to touch, but your beautiful cock was rubbing my cheek, and I just had to have a taste."

"It's OK," I said, my cock following his face.

"What's OK?"

"You know what," said Tom, letting my nipples rest for a second, "he likes it."

"Really?" said Ben, sticking out his tongue and dabbing the sensitive spot on the underside of my cock head.

"Ben," said Tom.

"I want to hear him say it," said Ben, smiling maliciously. "I want him to ask me to suck his straight cock."

They both looked at me.

"Please," I said, fighting to get the sound out through a throat that felt like it was closing, "please suck my cock."

And the feeling came back. Ben, used to the enormity of Tom's organ, had no trouble with my six-incher. It vanished back into his bearded mouth as soon as I gave him permission.

Tom grabbed my chin and kissed me, his tongue exploring deep in my mouth. He pulled away and I let him, overwhelmed by the sensations that were flooding my brain. Then he knelt beside Tom.

"My turn," he said, taking my cock from Ben and swallowing it whole. His lips formed a perfect seal as he sucked me deep into his throat. Not to be outdone, Ben leaned down and began tonguing my balls. One by one he sucked them into his mouth, rolled them around, and then switched. Occasionally they would switch off, sharing for a few seconds, tongues kissing on the head of my pulsating prick, until one of them would take pity on me and swallow me again.

I could feel the pressure building in my balls, and knew that I was about to cum. I was just about to say something when I heard Ben say..."

"Well he's no one-minute wonder, I'll give him that."

"I think I know something that might help," said Tom, handing cocksucking duties back to Ben and moving pulling me forward. He placed his hand on my back, bending me over. I began to resist, but Ben's sucking mouth had me in a very compliant state. I was soon, just where he wanted me. Suddenly the best blow-job of my life took a backseat to what was happening around the back. I heard Tom spit, and then felt his tongue dig in to my tight little rosebud. I didn't think I could feel any more pleasure, but when he began eating my ass I felt like the top of my head was going to lift off. Everywhere my body moved was pleasure. Forward, I felt myself pumping into Ben's hot throat, and when I pulled back it allowed Tom's questing tongue to delve deeper into my ass. 

I was sweating and moaning like a madman when I finally felt my seed start to rise. "I'm going to cum," I said, feeling the white hot cum boiling up out of my balls.

"Mmm-hmm," said Ben, sucking me all the way into the back of his throat and holding me there. Tom had another surprise, as he slipped two fingers into my spit-lubed asshole and massaged my prostate vigorously.

Then, I'm pretty sure that the top of my head did blow off. I bucked violently, but Tom kept the pressure on my prostate with his fingers, and Ben took every trace of my load in the back of his hot, grasping throat.

I could have gotten the guilts then. When the pleasure wore off, I found myself exactly where I was, in the back room of a gay bar with one man's mouth on my cock and another man's fingers up my ass. I could have run away, but I was I the hands of experts.

Ben released my cock from his throat, but he didn't give it up completely. He began sucking up every little drop of cum, cleaning my balls, all very tender. Tom pulled his fingers out of my ass, but had replaced them, once again, with his tongue. Whatever guilt threatened to wash over me was quickly swept aside by the intense pleasure that both men continued to give me.

"That was incredible," I said, as soon as I had regained the power of speech.

"I knew that you'd like it," said Ben, taking one last, long suck on my resurrected cock before standing and thrusting his tongue into my mouth. I didn't expect it, but was into it. I sucked on his tongue and tasted my own cum, salty and sweet. He drew back and I followed, wanting more.

"We've got a live on our hands here, Tommy," he said.

"I knew it the moment I saw him," said Tom, pulling away from my ass and standing behind me.

I could feel his cock rubbing against my leg, and took its silky hardness into my palm, stroking it slowly.

"That feels nice," he said, his voice a sexy whisper in my ear.

I was past thinking about straight or gay at that point, I was just hot. I dropped to my knees so fast that they slid on the carpet. I put my face up next to Tom gigantic tool, looked up into his eyes, and slid the head of it into my mouth.

It was so big that it almost chocked me. I could only get the head into my mouth, but the salty precum that streamed out of the tip was a constant reminder that I had a man's cock in my throat. The whole time he and Ben were looking down on me, coaching and giving pointers.

"Watch the teeth," said Tom, "cover them with your lips." Then, "Mmm, that's better. Ok, now pump the shaft with your fist, right, just like that."

By the time I felt Ben's cock tickling my cheek I was getting the hang of it. I switched off, taking his seven-incher deep into my throat and fighting off the gag reflex, all while stroking Tom's cock with my left hand.

"This one is a quick learner," said Ben, smiling down on me while I swallowed him.

"The best ones always are," said Tom leaning down and pushing my head away from Ben's lap. "That was great for appetizers," he said, "but I'm ready for the main course."

"What's that?" I said, standing, my hand reflexively going to cover my ass.

"Don't worry, baby," said Tom, patting me on the head. "I'm not going to put this up your ass. I'm going to put it up his ass."

Ben was obviously down with the program, because as soon as he heard those words he hopped up on the table and spread his legs wide.

"There's lube in the left desk drawer," said Ben, "and condoms, could you grab them for me, Leo?"

My fumbling hands found the items and offered them to my teachers, who were locked in a hot kiss.

"Thanks," said Tom. "Now, I'm going to show you how to fuck an ass, you ready?"

"Sure," I said, my cock fully hard again.

"First," he said, "stick out your finger."

I did, and it was soon covered in the slick, gel-like lube. As soon as my finger was slathered with it I was rubbing it across Ben's pink asshole, slipping and sliding across the sensitive nerve endings guarding his ass. I pushed with my index finger, and was surprised when it slid right in. I added another finger and another until I was jamming three fingers in and out of his clutching shoot.

"Very good," said Tom.

"Very, very good," moaned Ben, his eyes closed and his cock straining for liftoff.

"Now," said Tom, rolling a condom down the length of his huge tool, "even though Ben is nice and lubed up, always put a little on the head of your cock." He covered the latex with a thick coating of lube and then lined his cock up with Tom's browneye.




Wrong Bar, Right Time



"You ready, Tom?" he asked.

Tom took a deep breath. "Fuck me," he said on the exhalation.

Tom smiled and pressed the head of his enormous cock to Ben's asshole. "Slide it in nice and easy," he said, exerting a little forward pressure.

Ben's face twisted in pain for a moment, and then, as Tom's length slid in, it lit up in absolute pleasure.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" asked Tom.

"God," said Ben, "it's like I'm being impaled. I love it."

Tom got about half of his monster up Ben's ass when he stopped and pulled back. "You have to go nice and slow in the beginning," he said. "That way your bottom can relax."

"I think that this bottom is about as relaxed as he's going to get," said Ben. "Give it to me."

Those words lit a fire in Tom's eyes. He slid his length almost all the way out, and then slammed it back in to its previous depth.

"Fuck yes," they both said together.

I was overwhelmed, watching these two big, beefy men fuck. My hands were everywhere, rubbing Tom's chest, stroking Ben's cock and bouncing his balls. Eventually it was too much. I lowered my head and began sucking Ben's turgid seven inches into my mouth.

He groaned, and I could feel his cock jump in my mouth. I looked up to see Tom smiling and really laying into Ben's ass. I smiled up into his eyes as Ben's cock disappeared into my throat.

"You sure you've never done this before," groaned Ben, closing his eyes, his hands squeezing his nipples.

"I'm sure," I said, rising up off his cock and rubbing its spit-slick head on my cheek, "but I'm not sure why."

Just then Tom started to groan. His thrusts became quicker and deeper, and his breaths became shallow and short.

"I'm going to cum," he said, slamming into Ben's ass.

"Do it," said Ben. "Fill me up."

That was all that Tom needed. He drove his tool deep into Ben's grasping ass and left it there. His face contorted in pleasure.

I felt the aftershocks of Tom's cum as his dick spas med in Ben's ass, which caused Ben's dick to jump and twitch in my mouth.

That was wonderful," said Tom, slowly pulling his meat out of Ben's ass and stripping off the full condom.

"It looked incredible," I said, between sucks.

"Care to find out for yourself?" said Tom, reaching down to grab my throbbing cock and give it a stroke.

"What?" I asked, nervous.

"Would you like to give his ass a try?" said Tom. "I know that he wouldn't mind."

"Far from it," said Ben, holding his cock by the base and rubbing it back and forth across my wet lips.

"I don't know," I said, rising to my feet, my rigid piece still in Tom's hand.

"Here," said Tom, "I'll make it easy for you. With that, he ripped open a condom, sucked my cock down his throat to make sure it was fully hard, and then rolled the thin latex sheath over the head and down the shaft of my cock.

"Fuck me, Leo," said Ben, looking up at me with hunger in his eyes. "Fuck my ass."

I couldn't believe that I was doing it, but his stretched asshole seemed to suck me in. Tom used two fingers to make sure that Ben's hole was ready, but I could tell by the way it gaped open that entry would be no problem. I began rubbing the head of my cock at the entrance to his hole.

"No teasing," said Ben, grabbing me with his legs and pulling me into him, "I want to fuck,"

"Holy shit," I said as the warm, tightness of Ben's ass sucked my cock in.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" asked Tom, standing behind me, tweaking my nipples and massaging my balls. "Tighter than your first piece of pussy, huh?"

"So tight," I said, "so hot."

"That's right," said Tom, "Ben here has the best ass on Colfax, and that's saying something."

Ben smiled at the compliment, but he really started smiling when Tom came to his side, leaned over and sucked his dick into the back of his throat."

That flipped the final switch in my mind. I felt my load break free of my balls, race up my shaft and deposit itself in the condom that covered the end of my dick. Ben's ass squeezed and contracted around me, milking every drop of my white honey out of my balls.

"That was amazing," I said, pulling my shrinking cock out of Ben's ass, just as he launched a huge load across Tom's face.

"It sure was," said Tom, smiling at me through the glaze of cum that Ben had deposited. 

I turned, getting a little embarrassed, and began pulling my pants on. Tom wasted no time snaking his tongue up my ass and rotating it fiercely.

"Oh God," I said, grabbing a hold of the table to steady myself while he ate me out, "I thought we were done."

"We are, kid," he said between licks on my asshole, "but I wanted you to leave with a good memory, that way you'll continue your training sooner rather than later."

"I have a feeling," said Ben, standing and kissing me deeply, "that he'll be back real soon."

"Back," I said, leaning back into Tom's tongue, and closing my eyes, "who said I was going anywhere?"



Wrong Bathroom



Disclaimer: This is pure fiction. The events described next did not happen, nor are the actions partook by these celebrities meant to represent/imply anything on their real selves. This is purely a fantasy and should be treated as such; furthermore, minors should not read further. 

***** 

"C'mon, Liam! Go have some fun!" 

The words echoed just loud enough to be heard by Liam Hemsworth, despite the loud music playing around them. His co-star, Jennifer Lawrence, looked at him with a pleading look on her face, trying to get him to stand up from his chair and into the dance floor. 

They were filming the last part of the 'Hunger Games' trilogy, which was to be divided in two films; with just enough free time on their hands, they had decided to take a break from the work and go out with some of the set guys. You know, relax a bit and have a good time before going back to the action and emotional wrecking ball those films were gonna be. 

Though 'wrecking ball' wasn't words Liam Hemsworth would like to hear, much less use, for the time being... 

"Sorry, Jen, but I'm really not in the mood for this. Go have some fun by yourself, don't worry about me." 

The now-short-haired blonde looked almost indignant at this, refusing to back down. "Seriously, Liam. It's been months since your breakup! Man up, go have some fun!" Jennifer grabbed his arm, trying to pull him up. 

He didn't budge. "You are going to make a scene." He said, chuckling a bit. 

"So what? It is not like anyone else knows who we are. Besides..." Jennifer came closer, as if confiding a secret. "See those girls over there? They've been looking at you since we arrived. Go on, talk to them, dance a bit." 

"I can't believe I'm hearing this." Liam laughed. Jennifer's smiling, but somewhat serious, face only making it funnier. "Seriously, Jen. I'm just not in the mood right now." 

"Then get on it right now. We came here to have fun, and you will have it even if I have to force it on you." Jennifer said, adopting a 'threatening' tone. 

It still took a bit of convincing, but eventually she managed to get him to come to the dance floor with her. Once there, Jennifer had a lot more leverage to work with and try to make him loosen up. 

For the next hour or so the two danced together in the floor, Liam eventually getting into it as his friend co-star got him to relax and let go. The two drew a lot of attention, even though no one seemed to really recognizing them; they were having fun with each other, a friendly playfulness that could be misinterpreted as teasing and intimacy, which combined with their good looks made them stand out. 

After some time Jennifer let go, letting the girls that had been ogling the Aussie male take her place around him; he didn't notice until it was too late, and by then he couldn't do much more than glare at her retreating and laughing figure as he was all but sexually assaulted by the girls. 

"Well, if getting laid won't get him over the Hannah Montana girl, I don't know what will." She said, still giggling a bit. 

"I guess it depends on who he gets laid with." One of Jennifer's fellow actresses, franchise newcomer Natalie Dormer, told her over a drink in the bar. "The guy managed to stay in the same relationship for three or four years, he doesn't look like the type to just jump the next girl." 

"But he is still a man; no matter how much of a sweet person he may be, a dick will always try to find its way into a pussy." Jennifer philosophized, her matter-of-fact tone making Natalie almost spill her drink as she laughed. "Besides, it won't be so much him jumping them as they jumping him. Look over there, the girl is rubbing herself so much against him she will end up burning their clothes on pure attrition." 

"Might not be such a bad sight, you know." Natalie said, with a sly smile; Jennifer playfully slapped her arm. "You want to tell me you never thought of the bloke like that? Your characters are almost lovers, c'mon!" 

"The Peeta/Katniss fans would kill you for that comment, Nat." The aforementioned Brit merely shrugged, sipping on her drink. "Anyway, I`m going to the bathroom. Call me if things get good." 

Natalie smirked and winked at her, giggling. "See ya later, Cupid." 

Jennifer Lawrence chuckled a bit, making her way through the small crowd and pushed the bathroom's door open. She quickly entered one of the stalls and sat down, sighing as she relieved her bladder. 

Once she finished and was about to leave... 

"Man, what a fucking boring party." 

"What are you talking about? We just arrived here!" 

"And I already noticed there was a douchebag on the dance floor whoring all the girls' attention." 

Jennifer felt like screaming. Those were male voices... What the hell were they doing on the girl's bathroom?! 

... 

It was the girl's bathroom, wasn't it?! 

Now that she thought about it, she vaguely remembered seeing something similar to an urinal when she came in; in her rush to alleviate herself, she kinda paid it no attention... 

"Oh my god!... Well, at least I can say I used the male bathroom once." She thought, hiding her face in her hands and not really knowing whether to be ashamed or laugh. 

"Didn't they say that guy came in with some cute blond girl? Did you see who they were talking about?" 

"Great, now they are talking about me..." 

She thought about the situation. She could wait for them to leave and then make her way out; this was a sound idea, and obviously the one any sane person in her situation would do. But then, no sane person would be in her situation. 

So, rather than wait out, she decided to confront it. Open the door—carefully, there was no need for a grand entrance—and walk out, whether they notice her or not; after all, what's the worst that could happen? At most she would get a good story to tell if she ever let this out. 

So, she opened the door and walked out... 

"What the fuck?!" 

...right in front of one of the men. 

"What is the ma—What the fuck?!" 

One of the guys had just finished peeing and was on his way to the sink when Jennifer stepped out, making it impossible for him to miss her. The other, just finishing his own urination, had pretty much jumped one he saw what upset his friend. 

"I... I think I'm on the wrong bathroom..." Jennifer said, being a bit too ashamed to be smart. 

The guy who caught her looked incredulous. "You didn't just come in. You were in the stall..." 

"Even before we came in." Added the other guy. 

"Uhmm... Actually... I didn't notice it was the wrong bathroom when I got in..." "Well, this was getting way too awkward". 

There was silence for a moment, Jennifer trying not to look at their eyes. However, when her eyes went to the guy still by the urinal, her eye-averting strategy backfired. 

"Uhmm... Can you zip up your pants, please?" 

The guy blinked, immediately noticing he still had his penis out for everyone to see. And from the look of things he seemed quite... happy, to say the least. 

"Shit." He said, and was about to zip up before he suddenly stopped; his hands falling back to his sides, his face turning back towards Jennifer with a smirk tugging at his lips. 

"I just thought... I don't believe you came here by accident. And you are not freaking out about this either." 

The other guy seemed to get what he was saying, but Jennifer didn't. Nor did she notice how the situation was starting to become rather bad for her, and that it was not an appropriate time to make jokes. 

Yet, being Jennifer Lawrence, she couldn't resist quipping. "Why should I freak out? Frankly, it is not very impressive." 

Both man looked at her in shock, the first one looking like he was going to laugh while the dick-showing one looked angry. He moved forward towards Jennifer. 

"Okay, you smart-ass bitch!" He said, and Jennifer raised an eyebrow. "I think I know your type. You were the one dancing with that guy earlier, right? The one they said was rubbing herself on him?" 

Okay, this got Jennifer irritated too. "If I am, what is that to you?" 

"When a girl comes to the men's bathroom, it is usually to give head to someone. And you are certainly the type to do that." 

"What the fuck?" Jennifer asked, indignant. She moved forward towards him, not shying from the confrontation. "Look, you headless dick, who the fuck do you think you are? Better yet, who the fuck do you think I am to go calling me a slut?!" 

"I don't know, and I don't care who the fuck you are, slut." 

Jennifer didn't stand down from the insult, and promptly slapped him across the face. The other guy, merely watching, looked flabbergasted; the one who got struck, however, didn't take it very well. 

He grabbed Jennifer's arms, easily overcoming the struggling actress; he pulled her against him, their glares boring into each other eyes. 

The tension was palpable in the air between the two... and it only seemed to make him happier. 

"Had you already blown someone before we entered, slut? Maybe the dance guy?" He asked, his voice angry and his eyes never leaving hers. 

"Fuck you." She answered on the same manner, keeping her glare at him. 

"No? Well, that is a shame then, slut; we need to correct it. Get down there." With surprising strength he pushed Jennifer down, making her give a small cry of surprise. She ended up in her knees, her face level with his—now fully stiff—penis. "Do your work now. Suck me off." 

"Hey man, don't force her." The other guy, by the sink said. He was merely watching it all, with no little interest. 

"I'm not forcing anything, she wants this. Don't you, bitch?" 

Jennifer was not listening right now, as her eyes seemed glued to the meat rod in front of her. It was nicely sized, about seven or eight inches; nothing freakish, but nothing to dismiss either. It was certainly bigger than her previous boyfriends, and she instinctively licked her lips. 

"See? She is almost begging for it!" The dick-released guy laughed. "Go on, blondie. Just don't dare bite." 

She didn't hear him. She didn't even notice his hands pull his pants and underwear down, and probably wouldn't have noticed his hands gripping her short blonde hair had he not started pulling her forward. When she regained her senses, the head of the penis was about to touch her lips... 

"Damnit, Jen! This is degrading! Push him away, don't let this asshole molest you like this!!" She briefly heard her mind yell at her, far too late to stop the contact; and by the time it happened, her body seemed on fire—how ironic—and she couldn't go back anymore. 

The cock head pushed against her face, the man briefly dragging it along her lips like a lipstick before forcing its way past them Whether by her own will or pure instinct, Jennifer's mouth immediately latched on it, her tongue starting to swirl around the bulbous head. Her hands, likewise, went to grab onto the shaft, squeezing and stroking it with increasing enthusiasm. 

She moved her hands to his balls, playing with them as she took her mouth off his cock's head to instead lick up and down its length; she alternated between keeping her eyes closed—moaning softly at times—and glaring up at him, her bluish eyes sultry. 

"Fuck." He said, using his hand on her hair to push her face forward and make her take more of his cock in. With even more meat inside her mouth Jennifer started to suck it strongly, her head jerking erotically like a professional pornstar, her hands moving in tandem along the still unexplored base. 

Which didn't remain unexplored for long. 

Moaning and occasionally babbling obscenities at her, the man suddenly pulled her violently, jamming his entire length inside her cave and spearing the back of her throat. Jennifer tried pulling back but he maintained the hold on the back of her head, holding her face against his pubic hair and pretty much trying to asphyxiate her with his cock. 

Jennifer Lawrence, one time Oscar winner and three times Oscar nominee; the current cinematic darling, right now desired by many men—and even women—from all around the world. 

And all of those people would give anything just to watch her in her current situation: struggling to breathe, her hands flailing and weakly hitting on a man's thighs as her mouth and throat was filled with that same man's cock. 

Her face was going red, her eyes getting wet, and just as she felt about to pass out from lack of air she felt him release her; she immediately threw her head back, jerking it away from his cock. The excessively copious amount of saliva that had accumulated drooled out, a thick strand keeping her mouth connected to his cockhead; a bit even flew out, consequence of her abrupt intake of air. 

She took a moment to breathe again, letting the saliva fall on the floor as she coughed to recompose herself. It was a good thing she had used little to no make-up that night, otherwise her face would be a mess. 

"C'mon, blondie. You are big enough to be recovered by now." 

Grabbing her hair again, the man jerked her face upwards, giving her a show of how rough their tryst was becoming. Jennifer was totally okay with it, giving him a goofy smirk before grabbing his tool and once again going back to work: licking, sucking, jerking, deep-throating. 

"That is it, slut! Play with those tits and eat my cock!" 

As their fun got rougher and rougher, Jennifer lost herself more and more. Soon enough she had her hands on her shirt, fondling her breasts as she bobbed her head aggressively—she was probably gonna have some neck pain later—to meet his thrusting cock as he pounded her face mercilessly. Eventually he forced another deep-throat on her, grabbing her face roughly against his pelvis. 

Except, this time, his cock wasn't the only thing filling her throat. 

"Take that, you dirty slut! Drink everything, don't let a single drop out!" He yelled, not caring if anyone heard them as his eyes clenched shut as he orgasmed. 

The juicy, salty seed shot directly into her esophagus, making her gag a bit; the shot was not like a hose, but more like constant shotgun shots, continuing to shoot for a while. Even when finished he managed to keep the hold for a while, trying to repeat the erotic quasi-asphyxiation from before and forcing her to swallow everything rather than spitting even a bit. 

"My... My fucking God... What a mouth..." The man said, letting go of Jen and resting against a wall as he recovered. 

"Glad to be of help..." 

...Well, it was Jennifer Lawrence. Even in this state, on her knees on the floor and wiping her mouth, she could try to be cheeky. 

"So... Can you help here too?" 

Turning herself around to the sink's direction, she resisted the urge to roll her eyes. The other, seemingly more polite guy, also had his pants down and his cock out. Apparently he had been watching this whole time, and if she had to guess he was jerking off to it. 

Still, it would be quite rude to leave him hanging. 

Motioning for him to come closer, she gripped the base of his cock. He was slightly bigger, about ten inches. 

She took slow at first, blowing a bit at the head and enjoying the sight of the pre-cum. After a couple licks along, she started jerking him off and moved closer, taking one of his balls in her mouth and sucking it. 

"Oh, fuck!" 

She tortured him, making the man fall back and lean on the sink. On this position she could glance at the bathroom's door; how no one had come in so far, she had no fucking idea. Not that it mattered, they would probably end up wanting a piece of her too—and getting it, she was so worked up she couldn't stop even if she wanted. 

No wonder she got an Oscar playing a sex-addict. 

After a while she grew bored of torturing and decided to just have her way again. 

Keeping eye contact with him, she grabbed his stiff cock and pointed it upwards, then licked from the base in an excruciatingly slow speed till reaching the head. When she reached the peak, in a single and swift movement she jerked herself forward and engulfed him, immediately setting on a violent and fast bobbing pace. 

He grunted loudly, almost a growl, and his hands gripped tightly the sink. Jennifer once again gave an overly showy and messy blowjob, her head and hands moving in such an enticing way most pornstars would be envious. It was no less pleasurable, as the receiver had his head thrown back in sheer pleasure. 

"Fucking hell, what a mouth!" He managed to think, feeling her soft and plump lips moving around his sensitive skin, as well as the wetness of her tongue and saliva; it was all overwhelming. 

Jennifer felt her throat strain to accommodate his bigger size, her excessive saliva serving as a good lubricant. He wasn't forceful like the first one—in truth, she was the one doing him—but the added size more than compensated in terms of pleasure. 

"OH God!" She heard him moan, his hands moving along her hair—but not gripping it—while she continued bobbing her head back and forward, taking all of his length in her mouth; she was pretty much slamming her face on his pelvis by now. 

"AAARGHH!" 

As she tried holding her face to his pelvis Jennifer was suddenly yanked back by a strong pull of her hair, enough to make her give a pained cry. As her eyes glared up at her attacker, she saw it was the first guy, his face in a malicious smirk. 

"Don't think you can forget about me yet, blondie." 

Jennifer smirked back, keeping her glare on him as she opened her mouth expectantly so he could stuff his somewhat flaccid cock in her mouth again, this time keeping his hand on her hair and forcing her head back and forth. 

"I didn't think I would have this much fun..." Jennifer thought as he roughly forced her head to the side, fucking the inside of her cheek. She moaned, letting the spit fall off her mouth. 

"Hhhmmmm..." Jennifer moaned, briefly letting the cock fall off her mouth so she could glance at the side. The other guy—maybe she should have gotten their names—had kneeled by her side and was currently moving his hand at her chest, cupping a breast over her shirt. "You guys really are horny..." 

"It is not everyday we meet a cock-sucking slut on the male bathroom." The guy—no need to guess which—said, tugging at her hair again. "Now, get your mouth back to work!" 

As Jennifer was once again treated to a mouthful of cock, she felt her shirt being pulled up and her bra-encased tits bounce free. They were more than a handful, a pride of hers, and obviously the 'gentleman' admired them. 

"Hhhhmmm..." She moaned loudly, as he groped and squeezed her boobs. The next moment came an even bigger moan as the man leaned down, pulling her bra out to reveal her succulent nipples and latched on it with his mouth, licking and suckling on it like a newborn baby would. 

"Damn, her tits are amazing..." He said, licking at the areola and reaching her other globe with his hand. All the while the girl kept being face fucked violently by his friend. 

"How about we put them to a test too, eh?" 

Pushed back and falling unceremoniously on her back, Jennifer couldn't even try to sit up before she had her belly straddled by the fucking bastard. He finished pulling her shirt off, and right after that ripping sounds filled her ears as he pulled and tore her bra before throwing the scraps away on the floor. 

"Fuck, you weren't kidding. Look at those funbags..." 

Truth be told, Jennifer Lawrence always loved when her breasts received this attention. They were very sensitive, and she always liked when a lover gave a special attention to them, be it lovingly—kissing up the mounds, playing with the nipples, just holding into it when cuddling—or even violently—squeezing, biting, pinching... Attention was attention, and either way was pleasurable. 




Wrong Bathroom



Guess which way she was handled right now? 

"Haha! I haven't had this much fun since ever!" 

"Glad you are liking it, slut." 

Jennifer moaned loudly as her tits were groped and squeezing, the man pretty much lying over her as he suckled and bit on them; occasionally he would give them hard slaps, making them bounce and Jennifer yelp in pain and a bit of pleasure. He was really entranced by her breasts, how he could hardly grab them all in his hands, and her pointy hard nipples that bore into his palm whenever he squeezed the mounds. 

"Do you have any experience with titfucking?" 

"Want to discover the good way?" Jennifer replied, smiling. 

He didn't need to think twice as he held her tits in place and moved forward, sliding his dick between the twin mounds. He started moving his hips back and forth in that position, simulating a pussy with her rack; the top of his dick coming out from the top of her breasts. 

"Those tits were made for fucking!" He grunted, pinching and twisting the nipples while keeping his movement. 

Jennifer screamed in a mix of pain and pleasure at the actions, as she let her upper body be used like a real-life fuck doll. As she bit her lips to avoid what would have been a rather loud scream, she felt a hand on her chin turning her face to the side; letting it guide her, she saw the other guy, his cock still hard and pointing at her. 

With a silent understanding and agreement, he moved so he was sitting with her head on his thigh; this way, she merely had to turn her head to the side to let his cock into her mouth. 

In this position, with a man sitting on her belly and fucking her chest and her head nested on another's as she sucked his cock, the Oscar-winning actress soon found herself hitting her own breaking point. As both men thrust in tandem, achieving a mind-shattering rhythm, Jennifer gave a muffled, loud moan as she came hard; her juices spilling at her panties, to the point she was sure her shorts would have a wet spot. 

The vibrations from her moan, coupled with the fact he had not cummed before, made the dick in her mouth explode and, for the second time this night, Jennifer felt her throat being shot at with cum. This time, though, it was pulled out before she could get it all; the man, instead, finished his ejaculation on her face, shooting ropes of his white goo all over the starlet's face. 

Her face was probably a mess, drenched with the cum, with particularly whitey spots on her cheeks and chin—this last one starting to fall to her neck. With him finished, Jennifer looked back at the first guy; as he saw her, her face dirtied from the cum... 

He humped her chest with renewed vigor, moving his cock faster and harder against her tits while also slapping them. After a while he quickly got up, and started jerking off while looking at her half-naked, abused body; in no time he started to cum for the second time, shooting a smaller amount but this time shooting it directly at her naked chest. As he did it Jennifer helped by fondling her own breasts, smearing his cum all over herself. 

Once they were finished, Jennifer sat up and checked her situation. She was tired and messy, her body covered in sweat—with some cum mixed in both face and chest—and her bra was now just a thorn rag on the floor with her shirt alongside it. Right now, this whole scene was a sight to be beheld. 

"Luckily no one came into the bathroom..." 

At this exact moment the bathroom's door opened, and she whipped her head in that direction to see a shocked, completely flabbergasted Liam Hemsworth standing there. 

"WHAT THE FUCK?!"



Wrong Beginnings



Nicole woke up in her college dorm bed feeling sore and sticky. The last thing she remembered was being up late studying with her roommate, Lisa, when she could not keep her eyes open anymore. They were both in the same college writing class on essays and persuasive writing. The test today was a mid term and one-fifth of the grade. As a result, she had been extra zealous about studying the night before. 

The stickiness of her lacy red underwear she could not explain, neither the feeling like somebody had violated her most private areas. Something about her dream the night before tickled her memory but she could not remember what her dreams were about. Shivering, she shrugged off the feeling, getting out of bottom bunk bed. It was a standard dorm room bed thankfully it allowed them to use the space as much as they could. The corner wall had two desks, one opposite the other, and twin dressers that reached the ceiling bordered the entry way. Windows let in light, even with the flimsy white curtains, through the opposite end of the room as the door. 

"Wake up, sleepyhead," she said, reaching out and grabbing Lisa's leg. Lisa moaned in her sleep and rolled over. Checking her clock on the desk, Nicole noticed the time: it was eight thirty, so they had a little less than an hour before they would need to head to class to be on time. "Get up, or you'll be late for our test," Nicole said, loudly. She slapped Lisa's calf as she headed towards her closet to grab some clothes and her shower kit. After undressing and wrapping herself in a towel, she headed out of the room and down the hall to clean herself up and remove some of the fog from her brain. 

The last thing she could remember of the night before had been drinking the coffee Lisa had thoughtfully fetched from the local seven eleven. After that, I must have fallen asleep, Nicole thought. She figured that she had probably gotten undressed while sleeping, or at least half asleep. Otherwise, how did she wake up in her underwear? The showers were still pretty empty as Nicole entered the first stall and closed the curtain behind her. She set her shower caddy down and turned on the water, standing to the side so the cold spray wouldn't hit her as it heated up. 

Nicole felt tender in her front and her back. She couldn't explain what happened the previous night and the more she thought about it, the more worried she grew. The blackouts had only happened a few times but in the past week, it had happened almost every night and in the morning, she would waken, sore and feeling abused. 

I'll have to ask Lisa about it, she thought, starting to shampoo and lather her long, black hair. Nicole was of east Asian descent, her dark eyes more slanted than most white women's eyes, taller than average, too, she was almost five feet ten. Almost too thin, with small, perky breasts and only the barest hint of curve in her hips, many people mistook her for a model. The truth was she had considered it but couldn't stand the idea of being valued just for her looks. 

Nicole took her time in the shower, enjoying the warm spray of water caressing her firm chest and small, rosebud nipples. She used body wash, the conditioner, then stood rooted for a few moments before finally turning off the water. The university dorms had very few perks but endless hot water and incredible water pressure were one of the few she enjoyed the most. 

As she toweled dry, changing into some jeans and a t-shirt, she thought about the best way to bring up the blackouts with her roommate, Lisa. A few inches shorter than Nicole, Lisa was a case study in contrast. Her hair was so blonde it was almost white and her breasts were large enough to make most men stare. A few women, too. Her hips were wider than Nicole's, something she had often envied in the few weeks since they had become roommates in their first year of college. When Lisa wore jeans, everybody would watch her walk, craning their heads. Still, Lisa was nice enough, and attractive with cute dimples and a gorgeous, sunny smile that when they hung out, men would bother her as much as Nicole. 

They were becoming great friends in the short time they spent together, even though they were from two very different worlds. Nicole had dated a few guys in high school but broke up with her boyfriend before coming to college, as she didn't want to be tied down to the same guy for the rest of her life. Lisa, oddly enough, never seemed too interested in men, or women, and had never mentioned anybody serious aside from one guy she said she dated early on in high school.

She walked back to the room after drying and found Lisa already out of bed. Probably hit the showers right after me, Nicole thought. Gathering up her books and book bag, she packed for class and made sure her papers were all in order. It was still early enough to grab breakfast, so she decided to wait a few minutes to see if Lisa wanted to join her at the cafeteria. Less than ten minutes later, Lisa returned, dressed in her pink towel, which had roses laced into it.

Lisa's hair was still wet and she seemed surprised to see Nicole still waiting. "Thought we could get some breakfast together before heading to class?" Nicole quirked one perfectly shaped eyebrow. She often did this when she asked a question or was curious about something. 

"Sure thing, um, can you give me a minute to change first? Sorry." For some reason, Lisa was very shy about changing in front of Nicole. It didn't bother her at all and had become just one of those things that you put up with from your roommate. 

"Oh, of course, I forgot." Nicole said, heading towards her desk. She grabbed a book she kept meaning to read for fun, a romance novel, and tried to remember where she left off. Lisa watcher her for a moment, then opened her closet to hang up the towel and pick out clothes for the day. It was cooling down, even though it was barely into fall, so she settled on a pair of jeans and a long sleeve shirt. She wasn't as used to the cold as Nicole, having moved to Berkley from San Diego. Still in California, but a world of difference in weather. 

Moments later, fully clothed, Lisa closed the wardrobe door and turned to Nicole. "Ready," she announced, grabbing her backpack from off her bed. Nicole envied the way she was always packed in the morning, as she could only sometimes remember to put everything away. The nights she remembered she did, but the nights, like last night, she seemed to forget.

Nicole and Lisa left the room together and locked the door. In the hallway, Sara, Theresa and Gail were also heading down to breakfast at the same time. So they all decided to head down to the cafeteria together. Sara and Gail were both on the cheerleading team, Theresa was a drama queen. Literally and figuratively, she was a stereotypical theater major, short, bubbly and passionate, she tended to change her mind and mood three times in five minutes. The cheerleaders were both brunettes and pretty, in a small town girl fashion. Each of them hailed from the Midwest and talked with what Nicole had claimed was a "country accent."

Over breakfast, Nicole decided against bringing up her blackouts around the other three girls, as she didn't want anybody else knowing. She figured that Lisa might know something, but the last thing she wanted to do was worry anybody else. Besides, Nicole thought, it's probably nothing. No need to panic anybody. 

Instead, the talk turned quickly to boys and Sara started gushing about the hot guy she had met last week. "He wants me to bring my cheerleader outfit with me for after dinner," she grinned wickedly. For some reason, every guy wanted her to wear her costume when they did anything. Nicole had never wanted any of her men dressed up. The other girls all shared a giggle over Sara's escapades. Theresa pitched in with her own stories, sometimes, but today she was fairly quiet during breakfast.

Gail wasn't as naughty as Sara, her high school sweetheart was also a cheerleader and they both arrived at Berkeley together. When they were together, the rest of the girls didn't want to be anywhere near them, especially Nicole. She wouldn't mind falling in love, even though she was very focused on her studies but too many guys wanted her for what was on the outside, not the inside.

During these discussions, Lisa was the only one who never said much other than to laugh and prod along at the juicier bits. She looked flushed when Sara described the more intimate aspects of her relationships, sometimes listening intently, others, trying to change the subject. Nicole didn't mind hearing about how good the last guy was in bed, or what his shortcomings were down below, but it only served to remind her that maybe she was being too picky to give one of the many guys that asker her out a chance.

Breakfast finished and the girls parted ways, Sara and Gail to an early morning run before their first classes, which started later in the day, and Theresa off to the theater. The next production she was working on started in a month and Theresa was hard at work on the set. She didn't make the callbacks this round so ended up helping out backstage. For some reason, Nicole thought that would suit her better in the long run than acting, but of course, Theresa would never hear of it.

On the way to class, the two girls walked in silence for a few moments, enjoying the fall warmth as soon they knew that the weather would be colder and they'd need to wear layers. As a result, both of them ogled, without trying to, the hotter boys that walked by. They walked the sidewalk between older brick and concrete buildings that seemed to exude a sense of legacy, importance and expectation. More passerby would smile, grin or wave to them than the reverse, Nicole and Lisa, though neither would guess, featured in most of the guy's fantasies that saw them regularly walk to class.

After a few minutes of silence, Nicole finally could still her curiosity no further. "Lisa, I need to ask you about something that's been happening to me lately. Like last night, I don't remember going to bed, or changing or anything. Was I acting funny at all?"

Lisa kept her eyes forward, their bright, clear blue reflecting the skies above. Her cheeks colored slightly as she said, "No, you seemed fine to me. After we had coffee, you said you were exhausted and decided to call it a night. Before you made it to your bed, you fell asleep on the desk." She turned to Nicole and grinned, eyes looking up at her slightly higher face, her lashes fluttering, "I think the midnight plus study sessions are probably too much for you."

Nicole nodded, it makes sense, she thought. "I hate to ask, but did you change me last night?"

Lisa shook her head vehemently, cheeks coloring slightly more. If I didn't know better, Nicole thought, I'd swear she was blushing. How weird. 

Nicole nodded and decided to drop the subject. A beat later, Lisa added, "I went to sleep only a bit after you. The coffee didn't help me much, either. You probably woke up in the middle of the night, too tired to remember, and then changed out of your clothes. I've done that before." The color was gone from Lisa's cheeks and Nicole believed her, thinking the blushing earlier was probably just an increase in the breezy, fall air. 

The building for their writing class was only a ten minute walk and they arrived earlier than most students, just after the last class finished. It was in the bottom floor of a classic California style building with tile roof and red brick walls. The concrete hallways had long since been tiled over and while old, the building had none of the musty, decaying odor that Nicole always expected on entering. Both of them sat in the front row, as usual. It served to help both of them to listen and, when they wore certain clothes, thoroughly distract the teacher, Mr. Morgan. 

Mr. Morgan was tall, over six feet, ruggedly handsome with dirty blonde hair and piercing green eyes. His strong jawline looked like his face was modeled after Brat Pitt and the sculptor had outdone themselves. He was a graduate student, studying for his Master's of Fine Arts, emphasis in creative writing. As part of his program, the university got him to teach for a bargain price and he got free tuition. More than once, Nicole thought he might be interested in her, even though the university had strict policies on such things. A few times, she thought he had been about to do more than flirt when she stopped by at office hours but he always stopped himself from saying anything too directly invitational. Pity, Nicole thought, he's so dreamy. 

Lisa, for all her talk of she wasn't that impressed with him, showed up as early as Nicole and had visited him once or twice in office hours, as well. "To get help with my paper, only," she would insist to Nicole, "I want to make sure I get good grades. I'm going to try for a scholarship for next year. If I get it, my parents promised me a new car." It all sounded reasonable to Nicole, except for the early attendance and her searching, staring looks at Mr. Morgan when they were in class.

Mr. Morgan arrived just after the last of the students entered. The class held about twenty-five students and most days, one or two was absent. Today, with the test, everybody was there and Mr. Morgan did a quick count without bothering to call individual names. After the first month, he knew pretty much everybody and shortly confirmed that the class was indeed full. Today he wore a white, button up shirt, opened enough to expose some of his lightly tanned, smooth chest and a pair close fitting khakis. His butt looks so firm and tight, Nicole thought. 

"Thanks for joining us today, everybody. Are you all ready for the test?" Nicole grinned, as did most of the students in class. Lisa, seeing Nicole's grin, frowned slightly as she setup her pencils on her desk. Maybe she didn't get enough sleep last night, Nicole thought. I feel refreshed and the soreness of the morning seems like a distant memory. I couldn't have imagined feeling violated, could I?

"Please pass these down your row, Nicole." He had a smooth baritone voice, the pitch just low enough to make her quiver. She nodded, grabbing the stack of blue books and leaning over her shoulder to pass them back after taking one. He walked to each row, next Lisa, then another student, handing out stacks of the blue books that were used to write essays in for test taking. Nicole started writing her name, date and other essentials on the outer cover as Mr. Morgan returned to the white board in front and started writing down instructions.

He finished and turned to face the class. "I'll be grading papers from a previous session while you work. Remember, no talking, no electronic devices and no cheating of any kind or you fail. Begin," he paused, looking at his cell phone, "Now."

Nicole started writing some ideas on the inside cover and then attacked the essay with gusto. The forty-five minutes had never seemed to pass by so fast. One minute she was writing out her arguments in reasonable yet strong prose and the next, the teacher was calling them to stop. 

"Pencils down," Mr. Morgan said, seemingly only five minutes later. Nicole looked over her work, amazed she had written so much and hoping it was all coherent with good grammar and spelling. Comprehensiveness, originality and of course mechanics made up equal portions of the grade for the test. As a mid term, the test she just finished made up a good chunk of her grade.

"Please pass your tests forward," Mr. Morgan said, getting up from his desk. He looked a bit flushed when he walked up to Nicole's row of desks, "I'll collect them from each person in the front. Good job today everyone. Your grades will be posted by next Wednesday." Looking down at Nicole, his green eyes sparkled, "Enjoy your weekend." To her, it seemed he meant it especially for her. She shivered, wondering if he knew what she kept thinking about him.

Lisa, watching the exchange, felt a stab of jealousy that she never would have expected. She stared cooly at Mr. Morgan as he grabbed the tests from her delicate, well manicured fingers. "You too, Lisa," he said, his baritone warm. She nodded, smiling shyly at him and batting her eyelashes. Nicole watched Lisa seem to flirt with Mr. Morgan and thought again, Is it just us, or does he have this effect on all the girls in his class?

As everybody started to file out of class, Lisa got up and followed Nicole into the hallway. "I have physics next," Nicole said, "See you later, ok?" Lisa nodded, smiling. They didn't share any classes other than writing but there was more paperwork in that class than most others. Also, the hot teacher had motivated them both to study extra hard. The handsome Mr. Morgan made Nicole constantly worry about her grades, even though she was doing excellent in the class so far. 

Lisa walked quickly out of the building and headed to her next class for the day which was in Evans hall, a five minute walk for her math class. Nicole had a shorter walk next door to Wheeler hall, for an English literature class. Even though it was right next door, she was barely on time every day, because she frequently found some excuse to hang back at his class. Aside from that, the teacher for her literature class was an old, smelly bore with a gray, bushy beard who sweated profusely, even with the air conditioning on.

If the class had been anything other than a requirement, she would have dropped it long since. She arrived in class, a room full of thirty students, just before the professor announced the topic for the day.

"Good afternoon, students," he droned, his voice warbling, doubtless his beard hid a double or triple chin, "today we will be discussing Jane Eyre."

Nicole groaned inwardly, usually she was excited about this kind of discussion but her thoughts kept drifting during the discussion and when she was called on to chime in, she embarrassingly could not recall a single word of the question. "Sorry, professor Gray. I didn't sleep very well last night and had a mid term this morning. Can you repeat the question?" She smiled, batting her eyelashes, as much as she hated to do so with the fat old man, it worked.

Grunting, Professor Gray replied, "No, I will not. Since many of the other students also have mid terms, how about we skip to your paper assignment and call it a day?" He got up from his chair, the class was set in a semi circle around his desk, and grabbed a stack of papers. He dropped one off on each desk and then sat down again, sweating profusely from the effort. Nicole was glad to see that her paper, at least, was dry. Some of the students at the end of the circle were not so lucky.

"Please review the requirements for the paper. The subject is Jane Eyre, it's due next week. No exceptions." Several of the students, after reviewing the requirements for the paper, looked daunted by the task. Nicole reviewed the paper briefly before putting it in her backpack. Thirty pages, due in a week, must present an original perspective on the work and argue for or against one of the main characters rationales for acting the way they did. Simple enough, Nicole thought as she left the class, I can just pick something controversial and argue that after I finish the book.

With her classes done, Nicole set out for the cafeteria for a late lunch. Most days, her lunch schedule did not overlap with her circle of friends and as a result she ate alone before heading back to her room in the Foothill dorms. While she ate, she replayed her interaction with Mr. Morgan and kept thinking about his smile. He had strong hands, she knew from his handshake, and from the short sleeve dress shirts he sometimes wore, she knew he worked out. Everything about him seemed the perfect man, except for those pesky student teacher relations rules. 




Wrong Beginnings



Sighing, she finished her lunch absentmindedly and headed back to her room to start her evening study time. Maybe after the term ends, I can get him to ask me out. Though it is strange for him to be single, I wonder if he's just been too busy with school to meet the right person?

When Nicole arrived in her room, Lisa wasn't there and Nicole got her paper out to start her research and outline for the Jane Eyre essay. Her laptop was a Sony Vaio model and had never had any issues in the few months since she got it for her college work. However that Wednesday afternoon, it wouldn't turn on. Ten minutes of frustration trying to figure out how to get it on, Nicole finally gave up and thought she would head to the computer lab.

She packed her backpack and got ready to go, then realized that she could try Lisa's computer. She won't mind if I use it for school work, Nicole thought, it's not like I'm going to pirate movies or anything. Lisa had never specifically said that Nicole could not use her macbook pro, but Nicole had assumed, given it was a more expensive computer, that she probably shouldn't touch it. However, Nicole really did not want to walk ten minutes to the computer lab and deal with a bunch of nerdy boys ogling her as she tried to research some topics on past essays about Jane Eyre. 

Nicole booted up the laptop and waited a few minutes for the screen icon to spin around and then coalesce into a background of the sky at night, with stars and some purple and white streaks that looked like Star Trek when the ships traveled at light speed. How geeky, Nicole thought, at least my computer has a customized background. 

Nicole had never used a Macbook before so it took her a few moments of searching to locate the web browser icon. On the desktop, there were only a few icons, one a folder named "Special". I wonder what that is, Nicole thought, clicking the folder. Inside were a few movie icons which made her even more curious. She glanced at the clock in the upper right hand of the screen, Lisa won't be back for a while, she thought. Let me see what these are. On a budget, she rarely went to the movie theater since arriving in college and it summer since she last sat down to watch a movie. I'll just watch a few minutes of it to see if it's any good and then get back to work.

The movie opened in a software called Quicktime Player after she double tapped the touchpad. By default, the video had opened in a really small square and it was difficult to see what was happening. After an awkward moment, Nicole figured out how to drag the corner of the box and make the video larger. Then she realized the green "plus" button in the top left of the program maximized the window automatically, shaking her head, she clicked and the video took up the full screen.

"That's our room," she said aloud, shocked. "Why did Lisa record our dorm room?" A moment later, she realized that it was the Macbook that had probably recorded the video from the built in webcam. She recognized herself, seemingly asleep on the bed, in the clothes she was wearing last night. Paranoia set in as she wondered what happened the previous night, still unable to remember anything of her dream, or after the studying session. Glancing at the door, Nicole contemplated locking it, then shook her head, as Lisa would have her key with her. The most it would do would give her warning of a second to close the computer before she saw her.

Lisa entered the screen, stripped naked and Nicole couldn't believe what she was seeing. Sleeping deeply, she watched her roommate start to undress her still form, carefully stripping away her tight jeans, blouse and underwear. This can't be happening, Nicole thought, Lisa would never do something like this. Horrified, her curiosity made her eyes glued to the screen in front of her, anxiously wondering what Lisa would do. She noticed, absently, that Lisa's firm breasts were perfectly rounded and very perky, their light pink nipples standing fully erect. She is so hot, Nicole thought, unable to continue her anger at what she was watching. What a beautiful body.

In the video, Nicole was breathing deeply, laying on her back, now completely naked as Lisa watched her sleep peacefully. "Oh, Nicole. I wish you I could tell you how I feel," she whispered, tracing her cheek with a fingernail. "You'd probably freak out though, call me a dyke or something." Lisa leaned over and kissed Nicole's earlobe, gently, one hand tracing the line of her shoulder down to her hand, giving it a squeeze as she did so. "Just in case we can never be together, I'm recording this time, so I can always remember tonight." Still holding Nicole's hand, she brought it to her breast, massaging her own erect nipple with the limp fingers. Sighing, she set it down gently and started to massage Nicole's breasts in the video.

"What is she doing?" Nicole whispered, watching, mesmerized as Lisa continued her breast massage. After a moment, Lisa straddled her prone form and continued her caresses, grinding her hips into Nicole's as she fondled her. Nicole had only known one girl that she was sure was a lesbian, in high school. Nicole had never felt the remotest attraction to her, even though she knew many girls that she found attractive, the thought of being with one, sexually, had never crossed her mind. Watching the screen, Lisa lay forward, starting to kiss her earlobes and neck, all the while still squeezing one pert breast with another. "She's done this before," Nicole gasped, "Oh, god, my roommate raped me!"

Frantically, she thought about what she should do. The video continued as she tuned it out, an image of her giving a copy to the campus police and explaining what happened. Even if she could bring herself to go through that humiliation, she couldn't do that to Lisa. Until now, Lisa had been one of her best friends, ever. Just thinking about her going to jail, or at least getting kicked out of school, made her unbearably sad and she pushed the thought away. I can't do that to her, Nicole thought, I'll confront her about this video and demand an apology. A moment later, and I'll get a new roommate as soon as possible. Soft moans distracted her and she fixated on the screen again, watching as Lisa started to kiss her.

"No," Nicole whispered, watching Lisa's slippery tongue dart in between her lips. "I was asleep, probably drugged. How could she do that to me?" Lisa's eyes were closed, and Nicole, stunned, saw her own lips move slightly, seemingly enjoying and reciprocating the passionate kiss. This was her first time seeing any porn other than an "R" rated movie, or seeing some pictures in a magazine she stole from her brother out of curiosity. The cloth of her long sleeve blouse seemed to tighten across her chest as the kissing continued and she began to feel uncomfortably hot in her jeans. 

Lisa's hands moved in the video, one straying down to caress Nicole's thigh. "Oh, god," she whispered, "no, no." Heedless of what was happening as Nicole watched the previous night unfold on the screen, Lisa gently pushed one long, smooth thigh towards the edge of the bed, enabling Nicole to see her smooth mound wet and waiting. Lisa wasted no time in her movements, one hand sliding up Nicole's inner thigh to caress, teasingly, her labia. A soft moan escaped her lips in the video, and Nicole wondered at what she was dreaming while this happened. The evening was still a complete blank for her. 

"I'm going to lick you, first," Lisa whispered, leaning back from Nicole's face and pushing one of her own fingers into her mouth. She sucked it, her eyes smoldering as she stared into Nicole's face. "I love making you cum," she continued, "But I wish we could do more together. I want it all." Nicole, mind whirling, her own body betraying her, felt her own lust mount as Lisa started to suck on her firm breasts, teasing her nipples with her tongue. One hand sliding back and forth between her legs, she could see the dribble of her juices flowing down her thighs, her body twitching slightly as the ecstasy of Lisa's ministrations brought her closer to orgasm.

Nicole saw Lisa move down further, one slick hand spreading her legs as wide as they would go on the bed, her juices glistening on her inner thigh. Lisa's movement exposed her firm, tight ass and her slit, which was shining with her own excitement as well. The sight aroused her like nothing else in her life, and she looked at the door, hoping that Lisa would not come back soon so she could finish. As Lisa's tongue flicked out on the screen, Nicole squirmed in her chair, wondering if she should try touching herself. She had never fingered herself before, as she had never felt the need, or the desire. The burning sensations in her mound were filling her mind with want, need and desire.

The sight of the two perfectly shaped ass cheeks of Lisa, her crack glistening as she started to lick her prone body on the bed were too much for her. Nicole unbuttoned her tight jeans, feeling the cool air make her flesh tingle with anticipation. "Oh, yes," she whispered, her pants unbuttoned and tugged down slightly to give her fingers access. As Lisa continued to lick her pussy in the video, she started to finger herself.

Nicole pulled her thong to the side, the small strip of pink cloth stretching tight against the muscles of her thighs, and ran her fingers over her pubic mound. Gently, she found the nub of her clit, gasping at the electric sensation and rotating her fingers lightly over the engorged nub. Just as she started to move in rhythm, Lisa in the video inserted a finger into her dripping pussy, almost as if the woman in the video knew what Nicole would do the next day. Copying her, Nicole slid a finger into her own pussy, easily pushing her finger all the way inside. 

Just then, the door opened, which she didn't hear. The soft, squishing sounds of her moving her fingers in and out, coupled with the increasingly loud moans from the computer, overwhelmed her senses and she could feel an orgasm building deep within.

Leaning back in the chair, her fingers working her gushing slit in steady, broad circles, her left hand started to squeeze her breast, just as she saw Lisa use her own hand in the video to squeeze her nipple. Her pussy started to pulsate as she continued pushing her finger in and out. Nicole pushed a second finger inside, gasping at the sensation, and started to flick her clitoris with her thumb. At the same time as her pussy started to convulse around her fingers, the surging force of her climax hit her and she bucked her hips, squirting more fluid over her hand, almost wetting the chair. She saw Lisa in the video sucking her clitoris, hard, pumping two fingers in and out of her wet pussy. She could see herself orgasm in the movie as her own ecstasy faded slightly. 

Nicole felt flushed and relieved, still worried about what had happened with Lisa, as the video continued, but satisfied from the best orgasm she had ever known. Her nipples strained against the fabric of her push up bra and as she watched the screen, she could tell that Lisa had brought her to a second orgasm with her tongue. In the video, Lisa had started to finger herself, her delicate fingers pumping in and out of her tight pussy. Lisa's ass was still facing the camera and Nicole started to feel hungry to taste her, the thought of actually being involved exciting her further. "I have to do that again," she whispered, slowly caressing her clit, fingers massaging the stiff nub in a circle.

"I agree," whispered Lisa, standing in the corner.

Nicole gasped, head swinging towards the sound, her fingers still working her clit with one hand, the other cupping her breast and pinching her nipple through the soft fabric of her blouse. Her body was fast building to a second orgasm, the muffled sounds of pleasure on the video were making her delirious with need. So close, she thought, I want to cum again. Standing next to the door, dressed in her workout clothes of green sweatpants and matching sports bra, Lisa looked like she had skipped her usual after workout shower. Her face glistened with sweat, her golden cheeks flushed red, her luxurious blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. Feeling embarrassed, horny and completely out of sorts, she reluctantly pulled her hand away from her clit and stood up, knocking the chair over on its side.

"How could you?" Nicole grated, her voice rough, mixed emotions tearing her apart inside. "I trusted you!"

Lisa, face flushed, looked down, her long eyelashes covering her crystal clear blue eyes. "I'm sorry, Nicole." Looking up, Lisa seemed on the verge of tears as she continued, "About two years ago, in my junior year in high school, I told another girl how I felt about her. We had been drinking at a party, and she was snuggled close to met. Tentatively, I touched her breasts," Lisa whispered, her blue eyes fixated on Nicole's face. Nicole was still sanding there, next to the desk, jeans unbuttoned, perky nipples poking through the fabric of her blouse. "When I told her I wanted her, she pushed my hands away. Then she hit me," Lisa sobbed, "And called me a filthy, dirty lesbian. I had a boyfriend the year before, but, I was so confused." Lisa grabbed herself, just below her breasts, hugging away the pain of the memory. "I've never had the courage to tell anybody that story. She kept quiet, but we weren't friends anymore."

Reeling from the story, feeling her friends pain, Nicole couldn't help but feel sorry for her. "That doesn't give you the right to rape me!" The throbbing in her wet vagina seemed to betray her, as Nicole fought the revulsion she felt at having been violated and tried to also push down her mounting feelings of lust. Lisa is amazing, she thought, but she had no right touch me like that. So why do I want her to do it again so badly? Shivering, Lisa seemed to curl in on herself, hunching over a little, the unshed tears glistening in the corners of her eyes. Nicole's heart melted, she had loved Lisa, as a friend, since they had first moved in together.

Moaning, Lisa started to shake, a sob escaping her lips. "I'm so sorry. I got out of hand, I know. The first time I watched you fall asleep at your desk...you have been so wonderful to me." Her sweet, sultry voice was thick with emotion as Lisa looked up again to stare deeply into Nicole's brown eyes. "You're the most amazing woman I've ever met," she said, gaining back some of her usual confidence, "Also the prettiest." The blush returned to Lisa's cheeks as she said this, darting a quick, hesitate glance at Nicole's still erect nipples that poked through her blouse. 

Seeing Lisa quickly take in the state of her pants and briefly stare at her breasts made Nicole's ardor return. More firmly, Lisa continued, "Let me make it up to you. I'll do anything." She spoke softly, caressingly, the words seemed to hint at promises of forbidden, lustful abandon. The images on the screen continued their writhing passion, and Nicole tore her gaze away from Lisa's, focusing on the screen once more. Gasping, she couldn't believe what was happening in the movie. For what seemed like an hour, she watched as on the video, Lisa repositioned her at the edge of the bed, kneeling forward, her limp head and arms on the mattress. Her ass was wide open, her tight cheeks spread wide as Lisa mounted her from behind. Lisa must have moved the computer, as Nicole could see clearly from a new angle that Lisa wore some kind of fake penis. It looked enormous, far bigger than her only boyfriend and it seemed to have been covered in lubricant, for the pink latex shaft was covered with a shiny liquid.

"What is that?" Nicole whispered, eyes fixated on the screen. She could feel her lust mounting, the throbbing sensation in her pussy nearly causing her knees to buckle as she hungrily stared at the scene before her. Lisa in the movie started to lick her fingers, then slowly inserted one, not in her pussy, but in her ass, the star shaped sphincter yielding grudgingly to her long, thin finger. Captivated, Nicole did not notice as Lisa crept up behind her and righted the desk chair. While pumping her finger further into her rectal cavity, Lisa started licking and biting Nicole's ass cheek, her drool running down her soft, creamy flesh. Almost burning with desire, the naughtiness of the scene started to drive Nicole wild with lust.

She slid her hands down her stomach, wiggling her pants a little, attempting to free herself. "Let me help," Lisa whispered in her ear, grabbing Nicole's hands. Eyes fixated on the screen, Nicole yelped as Lisa pulled her jeans all the way down to her ankles in one swift motion. Losing her balance, Nicole sat heavily in the office chair, the breath whooshing out of her as she sat. Seated on the rough, cheap fabric with no jeans or panties to cushion her, the scratchy material caused her to squirm in the chair. As she stared at Lisa starting to drill her ass with her finger faster, the distant waves of pleasure deep inside started to build towards the boiling point.

Lisa watched Nicole, standing behind her, still in her gym clothes, feeling like this was a dream. After spending an increasing number of nights ravishing Nicole's body in increasingly naughty ways, she still had been far too shy to tell her best friend of her true feelings. Every night, Lisa had wished somehow, Nicole would wake up afterwards, or during, and return her passionate embrace willingly. Afraid to disturb her friend's hypnotic viewing of the depraved night before, she pulled her sports bra off and relished in the musk filled air, her pink, taut nipples pointing almost skywards on her c cup breasts.

Nicole, having forgotten Lisa was standing behind the chair, eyes glazed with lust watched as her ass was violated more and more. She started to grope her breast, then brought one hand down, to touch her clit once more. The chair was soaked now from her wet juices overflowing onto the beige fabric. The fingers of her right hand awkwardly parted the lips of her vulva, spreading them wide, sliding up and down her clit. "Oh, yes," she whispered, watching her thighs dripping from excitement while Lisa worked her over. After a few moments of watching, she saw Lisa withdraw her fingers, wiping them on the bed beside her. Curiously, they were completely clean, only slick from sweat and cum. Unsure what was about to happen, Nicole stopped her increasingly frantic motions, one hand glued to her nipples.

As Nicole stopped touching herself, Lisa finally finished disrobing, standing silently behind her friend, unsure what to do. Her dreams had been filled with a hundred scenarios of how she might finally seduce Nicole for real, but never had she imagined walking in on her playing with herself to the amateur porn video she made of the two of them. Her own thighs were getting wet, watching her friend's fingers bury themselves in her open legs, her hand clutching her breast. Lisa had never before had anal sex herself, but the night before, she had wanted to do it all, on film, as she was sure it would never happen again.

"What did you do?" Nicole said, a touch of anger in her voice, all her motion ceased. They watched the screen together, unmoving, as in the film Lisa started to slicken the massive strap-on dildo with the cum oozing out of Nicole's swollen vagina. Lisa's tits swayed as she positioned the head of the fake penis at the entrance to Nicole's ass. She held the shaft with her right hand and spread the cheeks wide with her left, gently pushing forward with her hips.

Unable to help herself any longer, Lisa bent down to whisper in Nicole's ear. "I used the strap-on," she whispered, moving Nicole's raven black hair aside with one hand, "To fuck your tight, virgin ass." Lisa had no idea where the words came from, it was the dirtiest thing she could think of to whisper in her friend's ear. Her warm breath tickled Nicole and she shivered, watching herself on screen get penetrated in her backdoor for the first time. Lisa moved her hips slowly, getting the shaft only one inch inside of her. Then with her hands on her hips, Lisa started wiggling forward, the phallus disappearing ever so slowly into Nicole's stretched and well lubricated sphincter. 




Wrong Beginnings



Shuddering, her arms and shoulders sporting goosebumps, Nicole whispered back, "Why would you want to do that?" The thought disturbed her, but, watching it on screen, knowing that it had happened made her wonder. What would it be like, having something up there? Clearly, it made me excited, I was cumming so much. 

"It's the smell," Lisa whispered, biting softly at her ear. Nicole shivered again, arching her back, her pointy nipples seemingly aiming right at her eyes. Lisa stared at them as she continued, "When I was inside of you, back there, all I could smell was your dripping cunt. It's so delicious, it drove me crazy with lust. Would you like to try it again?" Lisa had no idea what effect her words were having on Nicole, as she still just sat there, one hand cupping her breast, the fingers of her hand idly flicking, the nipple only half hard. Between her legs, Lisa could see the arousal but Nicole no longer touched herself. 

"Make me cum," Nicole whispered, watching herself take the full length of the huge strap-on. Lisa started to pull out, still moving slowly, and then push back in, her perfectly tanned, round hips flexing with the movement. "I want you to lick me, Lisa. Please." What am I saying, Nicole thought, I'm not a lesbian. I've never seen anything this hot before, it's driving me crazy. 

Lisa was unable to believe what she just heard and simply stood rooted for a moment, bending over the chair, her mouth less than an inch from Nicole's earlobe. The small, diamond studs that pierced the center of her earlobes brushed against Lisa's lips as she bit, teasing Nicole. While she bit Nicole's ear, her hands encircled her from behind the chair, finding the pert nipples she had sucked so many times before. The feel of them was familiar to Lisa, but the reaction from Nicole was not. "Oh, god, yes," Nicole murmured, arching her back against the chair. The movement released her breasts from Lisa's grasping hands, and she sat back, moving her own fingers up and down her thighs, avoiding her dripping wet pussy, teasing herself. "More, more! Lick me now!"

She needed no further prompting and walked around to the front of the chair to kneel in between Nicole's spread legs, crouching below the desk where the computer sat, the video of their night before still playing. Nicole's light brown pussy lips were spread open, revealing the glistening pink inner labia and vaginal canal. Thick, viscous fluid had puddled on the desk chair between Nicole's legs from her constant stimulation. Lisa grabbed Nicole's hands as they caressed her thighs, holding them for support as she bent her face down, inhaling the sweet, musky scent of Nicole's love juices.

"Do you really want me to eat you out?" Lisa murmured, mouth hovering only an inch from Nicole's engorged clitoris. She blew softly, the hot hair sending a shiver down Nicole's spine, her hips bucking forward as she desperately wanted to feel something more.

"Oh, yes, please," Nicole said, unable to control herself. She let go of Lisa's hands and grabbed her long, lustrous blonde hair and pushed Lisa's face into her, grinding her pussy into her nose, mouth and chin. Without watching what she was doing, Nicole started to hump Lisa's face, eyes fixated on the screen as she received the dildo up her ass. Lisa in the movie had built up some speed, pounding away just like a man, the pink cock nearly splitting her virgin ass in two. Nicole could not believe the look on Lisa's face, the unbridled lust, the sheer, wanton kinkiness of the scene. Her thighs were so wet the coverlet of the bed had gotten damp and she could see her juices covering most of Lisa's thighs as well as she fucked her. 

With Nicole's hands grabbing her hair painfully, Lisa stuck her tongue out, wiggling it all over Nicole's pussy, her chin slick, rubbing around her inner thighs and labia. Her nose was rubbing against Nicole's clit as she tasted the sweetness, swallowing the bit of cum that oozed out as she started to eat her friend.

"Oh, yes," Nicole screamed, unable to control herself. The feeling of Lisa's mouth on her was unlike anything she had ever experienced. She let go of Lisa's hair and lifted her ass off the chair, feeling her orgasm building within, more powerful than ever. Losing herself in pleasure, she felt Lisa's mouth latch onto her clitoris, sucking it in, swirling her tongue around it in a french kiss motion. As the waves of pleasure crashed over her, she felt a strange sensation amidst the pleasure, as if she needed to pee. Nicole had never had a squirting orgasm and wasn't familiar with the term. She tensed up, unwilling to let go, trying to fight back against the waves of pleasure emanating from her dripping cunt, Lisa's expert tongue driving her wild. 

Suddenly, she felt Lisa's finger stab into her, the long nail in her slit probing, feeling for the inner part of her clitoris. Nicole could take no more as the feelings consumed her, she screamed, "Oh, yes," shooting wet, sticky cum all over Lisa's hand in convulsive, twitching spurts. The waves of pleasure drowned out anything else she could see, hear or feel as her body twitched and quivered, cumming again and again while Lisa sucked, hard, at her throbbing clitoris. After what seemed like an eternity, Nicole's pussy stopped convulsing and the waves of pleasure subsided, no longer obliterating every other feeling or thought.

"Thanks," Nicole said, Lisa's mouth still buried in her wet pussy. Lisa swallowed most of Nicole's ejaculate, unable to help herself, the sweet taste unlike anything she had from Nicole before. "Stop, please," she said, grabbing Lisa's hair and pulling her face back. Lisa's face was flushed, sticky and slick all over with her cum. Lisa looked up at Nicole with unbridled lust, clearly hungry for more. After the orgasm she had, Nicole knew that it would be a while before she could climax again. The explosive release, the dirtiness of the movie and the seemingly telepathic connection Lisa had with her cunt was perfect. Now, she wanted to do something to Lisa, but probably not what she has in mind, Nicole thought, grinning widely.

Shyly, Lisa whispered, "Nicole, please, will you do something for me?" She trailed a line over Nicole's thigh with her fingers, the short nails causing Nicole to quiver again with passion. "I have dreamed about this for so long. I want to feel you. Please?" The sultry tone in Lisa's voice, watching her pleading, naked, kneeling between her spread legs gave Nicole a feeling of power and control. She liked looking down on her sexy friend's body, her firm breasts exposed, the perky nipples completely stiff. Watching the movie had given her ideas she'd never dreamed of and she knew what she wanted to do next. 

"First, can you help me with my bra?" Nicole asked, grabbing Lisa's hands and helping her to stand. They both stood, Lisa slightly shorter than Nicole, with only Nicole's bra and blouse separating them from being totally naked together. Lisa nodded, staring deep into Nicole's eyes, and leaned forward, wrapping her arms around her back. She slid her hands from the small of Nicole's back upwards, and found the strap. Undoing it, she slid the straps forward and then let her hands fall. Hoping for a kiss, Lisa leaned in further, her face still covered in Nicole's cum, lips parted in nervous anticipation.

Nicole stepped back, not wanting to kiss her, the thought of tasting her own juices on her friend's lips too much, too fast. "Thanks," she commented, removing her blouse and bra in a smooth motion. 

Lisa couldn't help the feeling of disappointment, wanting desperately to kiss Nicole but not wanting to push. Her lips betrayed her feelings of rejection and quivered in a small frown, her bright, blue eyes shiny. Nicole felt bad for not kissing her, but she wanted something else. She looked around the room, trying to guess where Lisa kept the strap-on she had seen in the movie and finally asked, "Where do you keep that thing?"

Lisa looked puzzled, until Nicole made a crude masturbatory gesture with her hands of a man stroking himself. "You know, the device you used," Nicole said, smiling. Seeing Nicole standing naked, caressing an invisible cock made Lisa giggle, the rude gesture taking her mind off the lack of affection Nicole had just shown. Shaking her head, Lisa went to her closet and rummaged around, moving a few shoe boxes. In moments, she stepped back from the door and straightened, holding the same pink phallus and harness than she had used on Nicole the night before. The pink strap-on was huge, bigger than Lisa's only boyfriend and bigger than anything Nicole had seen in person as well. It looked bigger than the few male porn stars Nicole had seen, too.

"Here you go," Lisa said, walking towards Nicole, swaying her hips more than usual, attempting to get Nicole interested in her body. She could not tell if Nicole was teasing her or not, and she wanted desperately for Nicole to do for her what she had done, licking her pussy to a mind-bending orgasm. "What do you want to do with it?"

Nicole eyed the device curiously, the black straps, the huge pink cock jutting from a clear base. On the opposite side of the cock there was a nub like ridge which seemed uncomfortable to her. "Can you show me how to put it on?" Nicole said, swallowing her sudden apprehension. The eager look on Lisa's face made Nicole feel guilty for having her eat her out, but she was still feeling out of sorts, wondering if this was some kind of strange dream. The last thing she had imagined ever happening was standing there, naked, with her best friend and a dildo between them.

Nodding, Lisa bent down and positioned the straps about as wide as Nicole's hips, "Just step into them, and then I'll help you tighten it down." Nicole's worry must have shown on her face, so Lisa gave a reassuring smile, "It feels really good when you wear it." She pointed to the inner ridge of the cock, inside the translucent rubber triangle, "This rubs up against your clit as you use it, which is amazing." Blushing, Lisa stopped, looking up at Nicole. Her perky nipples were no longer as stiff as they had been and Lisa worried that Nicole wanted to stop. "You don't have to do this, you know," Lisa said, still crouching, as Nicole hesitated before stepping into the harness.

"I know. I want to," Nicole said, helping Lisa pull the straps up to her waist. "You made me cum, and I want to help you cum," Nicole said, unable to keep down the edge of hysteria she felt as she said it. I can't believe this is happening, she thought, but I want to pay her back. "I want to get you back."

The edge to Nicole's voice frightened Lisa slightly as she tightened the straps, giving each a small tug on both sides of Nicole's hips. Satisfied the strap-on was firmly in place, she stood in front of Nicole, hoping things would be ok between them. "You're all set," Lisa said, smiling, "What would you like to do now?"

The cock was heavier than Nicole thought it would be and felt awkward, the stiff rubber phallus nearly seven inches long and thick. It was shaped like an uncircumcised penis, the engorged mushroom head had a curved ridge which would give the receiver a very filling sensation as the strap-on was inserted. What would I like to do, Nicole thought, wiggling her hips to see how it felt to move the cock around with her waist. The ridged underside of the rubber triangle in the front did stimulate her clit in the right way and she started swishing her hips in a circle, getting lost in the sensations. Nicole noticed the movie on the computer had finally ended and then looked back at Lisa, standing naked in front of her, her hands at her sides clenching and unclenching in nervousness. 

"Is the door locked?" Nicole asked, lifting her chin towards the dorm room door.

"Yes, I locked it when I came in after I saw what you were doing," Lisa whispered, "I was hoping that we could be together." Her tentative smile spread wider, her blue eyes sparkling. "Nicole, I'd love it if you could make me feel good. I've fantasized about this for a month, ever since I met you." Nicole said nothing, a thoughtful look on her lightly tanned face, her black, silky hair had drifted forward to hide her full expression as she looked down at the cock she was wearing. Nicole's nipples had stiffened again as she swirled her hips around. Grabbing the dildo with her right hand, she stroked it as she imagined a man would stroke his own cock, delicately tracing the fake veiny shaft with her fingernails. 

"Lisa, kneel," Nicole said, not looking up. 

Confused, Lisa knelt down on all fours in front of her, the rough carpet digging into her knees as she felt less pleasure, more curiosity, this time. That's better, Nicole thought, her nipples hardening in desire once more. For some reason, seeing her kneel in front of me is incredibly sexy. I think this is the hottest I've ever seen her. Aloud, she murmured, "Lisa, you look so hot. I want to fuck you." Nicole was surprised she actually meant what she said, even as she was unsure what to do next. 

"First, I want you to suck this dick." The words just sprang out of her mouth, Nicole couldn't believe she said them. Lisa looked even more confused, one delicate eyebrow arched, her heavy breasts swaying as she straightened to lift her hands off the floor. Nicole buried her left hand in Lisa's hair, the long tresses damp with sweat. Her right hand positioned the dildo in front of Lisa's face, the cock head staring, boldly, right between her eyes. 

The strap-on was so big Lisa worried it would not fit very well in her mouth but Nicole was impatient, commanding, "Open wide." Unwilling to do anything to upset her, Lisa opened her mouth, swallowing the tip of the cock, giving head to it for the first time. She had never even thought about giving a blowjob to her only boyfriend and considered the act demeaning somehow. The dildo still had a musky, earthy taste from the previous nights session, which combined with the latex flavor wasn't as bad as she thought it would be, but far from pleasant. 

Watching her best friend suck the latex cock was turning Nicole on more than seeing the movie of herself getting violated. Lisa's luscious red lips stretched wide around the cock, moving up and down on it's wide length, her still glistening face practically glowing in the afternoon light. Bathed in the soft, fluorescent light of the dorm room, Nicole could see Lisa's perfect breasts bouncing lightly with the movements of her head, the nipples stiffening slowly. "That's it," Nicole whispered, holding onto Lisa's head still with her left hand as she bobbed up and down, "Suck it."

Lisa obliged, almost gagging as she took more than half of the cock deep inside of throat. Nearly choking with the effort, Nicole's hand pushing her down more, she grabbed Nicole's hips to steady herself, afraid she would fall over. Nicole did not enjoy the few times she had given head, the salty taste was a major turn off for her. Seeing Lisa nearly gag on the thick cock made her grin wickedly, the harness pleasantly rubbing against her clit as Lisa sucked and slurped. Will she beg for it, Nicole wondered, reaching down to gently push Lisa back off the cock. 

"That was great, Lisa. You suck dick like a pro." Nicole meant the comment to be demeaning to Lisa and a blush heated Lisa's cheeks, her red lips covered in saliva. Looking up at Nicole through her long, blonde eyelashes, Lisa waited patiently, still on her knees, hopeful that she would get what she craved but unwilling to ask Nicole again. Blue eyes bored into brown, Lisa wishing, silently, that Nicole would finally make her cum. The dank, rubbery taste of the strap-on lingered in her mouth as she licked her lips, swallowing to try to cleanse her palate. 

"Do you want me to fuck you now, my little slut?" Nicole loved the feeling of control over Lisa. After discovering she had been violated in every way, she wanted Lisa to feel the same humiliation, to feel completely violated.

Nodding, Lisa stared into Nicole's eyes, unblinking and completely still. Her own nipples perked up as Nicole grabbed her hands, which were still resting on Nicole's hips.

"If you want it, you'll need to do everything I say," Nicole said, helping Lisa to stand in front of her. The strap-on dildo slid between her legs, resting on the inside of her thigh, only inches away from Lisa's increasingly wet pussy. "If you ask for something else, or ask me to stop, it's over." Nicole made a frown as she finished, a note of iron in her voice, "If you don't take it, however I give it to you, this will never happen again. Is that clear?"

"Yes," Lisa whispered, hopeful once more. She gave Nicole a shy smile, "I'll do anything for you."

"Anything?" Nicole repeated, smiling brightly, batting her eyelashes at Lisa. Their naked bodies were only inches apart, the strap-on dildo resting against the inside of Lisa's thigh. 

"Anything?" Nicole repeated, smiling brightly, batting her eyelashes at Lisa. Their naked bodies were only inches apart, the strap-on dildo resting against the inside of Lisa's thigh. Nicole let go of Lisa's hands and reached out, slowly, to caress Lisa's firm, round breasts. Her tits are gorgeous, Nicole thought, so perfectly shaped, they almost defy gravity. 

"Anything." Lisa replied firmly, her confidence growing. She grabbed the strap-on and started stroking it with one hand, pushing the triangle base into Nicole's pussy, sending a shiver up Nicole's spine as the pleasant sensation made her knees wobble. Lisa smiled as she gave the fake cock an impromptu handjob, her other hand reaching up to grab one of Nicole's tits, her brown nipples perky. Lisa started squeezing one breast in tandem with her handjob, as she pushed the strap-on back, she pulled on the nipple, alternating the rhythm. 

I'm going to make her scream, she thought, trying to keep a clear head as she started to tweak Lisa's nipples. With each stroke of the strap-on, her own pussy quivered, and Nicole started to twist Lisa's nipples in time with the thrusts of the phallus into her hot center. Feeling light headed and weak, Nicole let go of Lisa's nipples and pushed her away, creating some space between them. 

"Ride me," Nicole said, laying down on the bed with the fake cock sticking up, slightly curved, the head pointed towards the top bunk. She lay back with her head on the pillow, looking up at Lisa, who was still standing. She grabbed the thick phallus with one hand and with the other, beckoned Lisa in a come hither motion. "I want your sweet ass to sit on me, and ride this dick until you cum." 

Lisa bit her lip in nervousness as she approached the bed, closing the distance to her best friend's side, agonizing over what to do. She had never mounted anything from the woman on top position and while she had used the strap-on nearly a dozen times on Nicole, she had never experienced it herself. Feeling frustrated at not having cum and torn between her nervousness over such a large cock entering her, she hesitated next to the bed, eyes fixated on Nicole's stroking of the fake cock. 

"What are you waiting for?" Nicole demanded, reaching out to tug on one of Lisa's hands. "Ride it, now." Nicole watched as the indecision played out on her friend's face, Lisa finally, almost reluctantly, climbing onto the bed. She straddled Nicole's hips, her knees and calves on the outside of Nicole's legs. "God, your tits are amazing," Nicole said, reaching up to fondle them. "Can I suck your nipples while you ride my cock?" The dirty banter made Lisa bold and she finally grabbed the thick strap-on, removing Nicole's hand from the shaft. She lifted her hips off of the bed, straddling the dildo, and opened her vaginal lips with one hand while she slowly inserted the tip. 

Unable to help herself, Lisa let out a soft groan, loving the sensation of the fake dick inside of her, even though it was just the head. "Yes," Lisa whispered, moving her right hand to touch her clit. She slid slowly down the shaft, loving the feelings coursing through her body. The stap-on filled her completely, she could feel her vaginal walls stretching, the lubricated lips of her pussy parting wide to accommodate it's thickness. Nicole continued playing with her breasts, fingers stroking, flicking and pinching her stiff nipples, caressing her aureolas. Lisa started to wiggle her hips slightly as she took more and more of the huge strap-on inside of her, eventually getting it all the way in. Nicole loved the look of wanton abandon on Lisa's face, bucking her hips slightly, enjoying the milder sensations of the strap-on's ridged back stimulating her clit. 




Wrong Beginnings



"Now ride me," Nicole commanded, still cupping Lisa's firm breasts in her hands. Her stern expression was more dictatorial than loving and Lisa, still nervous, started to move up and down, driving the phallus deep inside and then raising her hips almost to the dick's engorged head. The stiff cock was so much larger than the single, unfortunate time she lost her virginity that Lisa had been scared to take its full length inside of her. Now, her pussy filled to the hilt, she was loving the thick, hard dick's penetration. Skillfully, she manipulated her clit in time with her thrusts, her climax starting to build.

"That's it, Lisa," Nicole whispered, loving the feeling of Lisa's tight, voluptuous ass bouncing up and down on her, "Take that cock all the way inside of you. I want you to cum all over me." Shuddering, Lisa started to frantically play with her clit, the long fingers of her right hand moving in a short, tight circular pattern. Nicole thought, I wonder if she'll explode like I did when she fingered me. The gyration of Lisa's taught hips, thighs and buttocks on Nicole's already over sexed pussy was driving her insane. I need to cum soon, too, Nicole thought. Watching Lisa ride this dick is far sexier than I could have imagined. "Let me suck your nipples," Nicole said, pulling on Lisa's erect nubs so hard it hurt. 

"Oh, god, yes," Lisa whispered as the pain brought her back from the edge, her nipples on fire. She leaned forward to allow Nicole's hungry mouth access to her perfect globes, the lightly tanned flesh unmarred by freckles or moles. Tongue flicking out, Nicole started to slicken the perky, pink nipples, caressing one then the other in concentric circles. Lisa shuddered with each lick, her pussy on fire, still grinding away on the huge cock, working her hips as she flicked her clit. 

"Do you like my tongue?" Nicole whispered, luscious lips slick, mouth only the slightest distance away from Lisa's right breast. Nodding, Lisa looked into Nicole's eyes, begging in her mind to again taste her delicious lips and tongue. Nicole could guess what Lisa was thinking, she wants to kiss me, Nicole thought, her own orgasm building much more slowly. The grinding sensations of Lisa's shapely ass was still sending pleasurable tingles through her clit from the base of the strap-on but Nicole was starting to crave more attentive stimulation. Nicole opened her mouth wide then she bit down hard on Lisa's left breast, her pearly white teeth clutching the erect nipple almost to the breaking point. 

The painful bite drove Lisa over the edge, her tight pussy clenching the strap-on forcefully as she slide down hard, her ass grinding into Nicole's while she shuddered. Even in the video, Nicole had never seen another woman experience an orgasm, and the sight of Lisa's glowing face, her breasts dangling erotically in front of her face, their nipples hard, made her want to experience more. 

"Kiss me," Nicole whispered, taking her mouth off of Lisa's breast. "I want to taste your tongue." Lisa's eyes had closed tight while she came and she lost all ability to focus on anything other than her own throbbing pleasure. Her nipple seemed to pulsate in time with the echoes of her pussy, a line of pure, electrifying energy stretching from her engorged pussy to her nipples. Opening her eyes, Lisa looked searchingly at her friend, her heart filled to bursting with emotion, love and lust warring in her chest. She bent down, the stiff latex member still firmly lodged inside, and kissed Nicole passionately, her tongue delving deep inside, pushing the lingering taste of Nicole's sex into her mouth. The warm, wet kiss elated and sickened Nicole, the confusion in her mind telling her to stop but the heat rising from her tortured clit telling her to do more.

Lisa's lips and tongue were softer than Nicole had imagined, her skin so smooth it felt almost ethereal. After a moment, she started to lick and suck Lisa's tongue, finally starting to fully enjoy the feeling. Still shuddering slightly, Lisa started grinding her hips against Nicole, swirling the strap-on insider her, juices flowing freely from her massive climax. Nicole grabbed Lisa's hair while she kissed, finally pulling back, painfully griping the blond tresses. Blue eyes wide, Lisa looked confused at the rough treatment, staring at Nicole in wonder. 

"After I fuck you, you'll make me cum again," Nicole murmured, almost wanting to stop right there and beg Lisa to eat her pussy once more. "I want to hear you scream," Nicole continued, grinning, "Now get off me, and get on your knees." Nodding, Lisa slowly rose up off the dildo as Nicole released her hold on her hair, the cock making a sloshing, 'plop' as it slid free of her wet tunnel. Lisa didn't know what Nicole planned on doing to her, but after cumming so hard, she found herself not caring what came next as long as Nicole kept touching her. 

She got off the bed and knelt, facing Nicole, her chest pressed up against the side board. Her knees were on the floor and her ass was wide open, exposing her slick thighs and pussy lips fully. Nicole rose, getting into position to penetrate Lisa from behind with the thick cock. Lisa looked back, holding herself up on the edge of the bed and watched as Nicole knelt behind her, holding the phallus with her right hand and grabbing her ass with her left.

"Have you ever had something in your ass, Lisa?" Nicole asked, watching her friend's face carefully. Lisa shook her head negatively, blue eyes wide open and afraid. "Then why did you fuck me like that? Tell me now." 

"I told you. I love the smell of your pussy," Lisa said, looking worried. "I didn't plan on penetrating you there but, I couldn't stop myself. I wanted to explore every inch of your body." The worried, nervous tone of Lisa's voice only emboldened Nicole. I'm going to give it to her, Nicole thought, hard, just like I saw her fucking me.

"You owe me," Nicole said, her posture almost exactly the same as Lisa's had been in the video. "I'm going to fuck you, and you're going to cum, hard." Gulping, Lisa could only nod, knowing that she had to take what she had given Nicole the night before. "Now you're going to tell me what you want me to do." Nicole smiled wickedly as she watched Lisa's eyes widen in confusion, then hissed, "Tell me you want this cock in your ass. Tell me you want me to fuck you until you cum, screaming."

Lisa loved the dirtiness of the banter and blushed, her entire face reddening. "Fuck my ass, Nicole." Her voice cracked and she shivered, her arms twitching as she felt the embarrassment flooding her. "Please stick that cock in my virgin ass, fuck me until I cum." Neck strained, Lisa turned around and buried her head into the coverlet, arching her back, lifting her ass in the air and spreading her thighs wide to allow Nicole easy access to her wet crack. Nicole slapped Lisa's ass cheek with her left hand playfully, making Lisa give a small yelp in surprise. 

Carefully, Nicole positioned the head of the prick at the star shaped entrance to Lisa's anal cavity. "Are you ready?" Nicole asked softly, touching the cock head to Lisa's entrance without penetrating, just resting it there. In response, Lisa squirmed slightly, attempting to pull the strap-on into her ass by pushing back against Nicole. Satisfied, Nicole gripped Lisa's ass cheeks and started pushing, struggling to penetrate more than a centimeter inside. Lisa grunted as the cock slid in slightly, its latex shaft completely coated with cum from her massive orgasm. 

"Oh, god," Lisa moaned, "That hurts." Nicole grinned, loving the idea of Lisa's ass being on fire from a hard pounding. 

"I'll go slow," Nicole said, letting the strap-on cock's head stop, the tip only half way inserted into Lisa's tight hole. "Touch yourself," Nicole commanded, "Play with your pussy while I stick this in your ass."

Nicole saw Lisa's fingers between her legs, just below the cock, reaching back to slid two fingers into her wet pussy. She started pumping, finger fucking herself and making wet, squishy sounds. The sight was a major turn on for Nicole and she caressed her breasts, still almost but not quite mounted inside of Lisa's ass. She's going to make me cum next, Nicole thought, frustrated. She stopped tweaking her nipples and pulled back from Lisa's ass, withdrawing the dildo completely.

"What are you doing?" Lisa asked, intent on her fingering, wondering why the sensation of her ass splitting open had stopped. She wasn't eager to have that massive cock in her ass but she knew, from the commanding look on Nicole's face earlier, that nothing less would satisfy her friend. 

"Going to stretch your ass," Nicole murmured, giving Lisa's ass another smack. "Let me loosen you up a bit." As she said this, Nicole pushed a finger into Lisa's pussy, joining the other two frantically pumping in and out. She withdrew it after a single, long push slickened the digit entirely. With her left hand, she smeared some of the still flowing cum from Lisa's thighs over the puckered entrance to her backdoor, making the light brown sphincter glisten. Lisa moaned as her fingers massaged the opening without penetrating her, the sensation far more pleasurable now without the huge cock attempting to split her in half. Nicole started to slid the wet finger inside of Lisa's ass, amazed at how tight it was, feeling the sphincter clench her knuckle like a vice. "Relax, Lisa. Just relax and let me in," Nicole whispered, feeling the pressure loosen. 

Withdrawing the finger, she spread more cum over Lisa's anus, rubbing the ridged opening in a circular, massaging fashion. Lisa was still fingering her pussy, pushing her two fingers inside as far as they would go. This time when Nicole pushed her finger inside, it went all the way in, meeting no resistance. She pumped in and out once, then twice and took her finger out again. By repeating the process a few more times, applying more and more of Lisa's cum to her tight ass, she was able to get two fingers inside. 

Squirming and moaning, Lisa started bucking her hips, pushing back against Nicole's thrusting fingers which she could feel through the thin wall separating her vaginal canal from her ass. "Fuck me," she cried, fingers flying, "Stick that big cock in my ass." Nicole immediately slid her fingers out and grabbed the phallus, pushing it up against Lisa's stretched out asshole. "Yes," Lisa cried, arching her back, pushing her ass far enough onto the dildo to feel the head pop inside, past her anal ring. "Fill my ass," she said, swishing her hips sideways, working the dildo inside of her.

Straddling her friend, Nicole gripped her hips tightly as she slid the cock further inside of Lisa's tight ass, carefully watching for any sign of pain or discomfort. I want her to scream, she thought, but I don't want to stop. This is too hot. The smell of Lisa's oversexed pussy oozing cum filled the room and all Nicole could do was to focus on how much she wanted to fuck her tight, virgin ass. After the dildo got half way inside, Lisa seemed to tense, her back lifting, pushing the dildo out slightly. Interpreting the signal correctly, Nicole started withdrawing the massive cock, backing out till only the head remained inside. 

"Yes, fuck me," Lisa moaned, reaching back with her free hand to help spread her cheeks apart. Nicole slid forward again, going further this time, inserting the strap-on three quarters of the way inside before stopping. Lisa started panting frantically when the dildo stopped moving, rolling her hips, trying to stretch herself further to accommodate the dildo as comfortably as she could. Feeling naughty, Nicole spanked her ass, loving the way her hard buttocks felt against the flat of her palm. The pain seemed to help Lisa, along with the rolling of her hips, as she took the dildo deeper inside, Nicole pushing as she spanked again. 

By this time, Nicole was spanking Lisa with each hand, alternatively lightly slapping her ass and pounding hard. Moaning constantly, Lisa bucked her hips, taking the dildo up her ass completely, feeling the rubber base touch her as Nicole bottomed out. Each breath Lisa drew was ragged, she felt as though the latex cock had penetrated through her bowels and all the way into her stomach. The ridged shaft could be felt inside her pumping fingers as she stuff two of them inside her wet pussy. Nicole knelt stiffly, loving the feeling of the strap-on's base pushing into her clit and started to feel her nipples, tugging them, flicking them. 

"The cock is all the way up your ass," Nicole whispered, "Now I'm going to fuck you. Hard." Moaning, Lisa gasped in ecstasy as Nicole started sliding the cock back and forth, moving the phallus deep within her, always keeping the shaft more than half way buried in her rectum. Lisa's insides trembled as she continued stuffing her fingers into her wet slit, the stirrings of her second climax building. Her thighs were wet almost to her knees, which trembled, the force of Nicole's more insistent fucking causing her to almost lose her balance. 

"Make me cum," Lisa moaned, burying a third finger in her wet cunt, loving the feeling of the cock as Nicole bottomed out again. "Almost there," she whispered, trembling violently, her ass clenching around the thick cock.

Unbelievably, Nicole felt her own orgasm swell when Lisa started shaking, her clit on fire from the strap-on's constant pushing and rubbing. Jamming the cock as far into Lisa's ass as it would go, Nicole arched her back, trying to delve deeper still. "Cum," Nicole whispered, squeezing her breasts, forefinger and thumb pinching her nipples. She could tell Lisa wasn't faking it as the blonde's body started shaking violently, her ass cheeks quivering as she gasped in a long, high pitched moan. The pain of her fingers clamping down on her nipples became pleasure as she realized Lisa was cumming, her slender back arched, ass pushed back into her thighs as far as she could go, the strap-on buried in her bowels. Nicole could feel the cum dribble down her thighs as Lisa climaxed, the smell of sex in the air multiplying. Moaning, Nicole came, too, her pussy convulsing, clit overstimulated by the strap-on buried inside of Lisa's ass.

Still quivering, Nicole withdrew, slowly, from Lisa's backdoor until the engorged cock head popped free. She could see Lisa's asshole stretched out, still almost an inch wide open, from her anal pounding. 

Nicole stretched and stood, feeling drained after her intense orgasm. The massive phallus seemed to weigh twice as much as she stood. With a small smile, she started to unbuckle the straps in reverse order than Lisa had used to attach the device to her slim waist. I'm going to have to do that again, Nicole thought, surprising herself. She didn't scream nearly enough. 

It felt an eternity to Lisa as the last vestiges of her climax left, her ass feeling empty and her pussy abused from her three fingered thrusting. She finally stood, feeling sore from the waist down, looking at Nicole's toned, slender body as she set the strap on harness down on the floor. Lisa opened her mouth to say something, then hesitated, unsure what to say or how to ask. She wanted more, not then, but soon and would do anything to encourage Nicole to fuck her once more. 

As if reading her thoughts, Nicole looked at her and smiled, stepping close, their naked bodies almost touching. "Lisa," Nicole whispered, her eyes intent, dark eyes boring into blue, "Never, ever fuck me again like you did on that video." Lisa nodded, "What did you do to make me sleep through the whole thing?"

"I gave you, well, I think it's called the date rape drug." Lisa looked ashamed, a blush staining her face all the way down to her collar bone. "I'm so sorry. I'll never do it again, ever. I promise." Nicole nodded, her expression grim. 

"You still owe me," Nicole whispered, reaching out to tweak one of Lisa's nipples. "And you're going to do anything I want." Lisa could not imagine what else Nicole would want, as she had done everything, even things she had never dreamed of, with Nicole already. "You're my slave," Nicole whispered, leaning down to caress the nipple she pinched with her tongue. She gave it a lingering kiss, then straightened, looking Lisa in the eyes. "You will do what I want, when I want it, without hesitation or negotiation. Otherwise," Nicole smiled, a wicked, evil grin, "You'll regret it every day for the rest of your life. Do we have a deal?"

Lisa looked worried, wondering what else her roommate, her best friend, had in store for her. The ache in her thighs, her pussy and her ass filled her mind as she thought about what else Nicole might want and she quivered, knees wobbling, imagining Nicole eating her pussy or fucking her again. "Yes," she finally whispered, gazing into Nicole's eyes with a loving expression. "I'll do anything for you." She put on a grin and thrust her breasts forward as if to emphasize their larger size, "Anything."



Wrong Bet



big thanks to Master Supercock for the quick editing job. all characters are 18+ if you are lesbian and are offended by a lesbian taking cock stop reading now. otherwise i would love to hear comments about the story.

enjoy!



"Well as the coach isn't here I guess that we can settle this month's gambles before hitting the showers." 

Tommy said as the group finished a 3 hour mixed martial arts training session. 

"Kirsten, who will be your male opponent for your bet with the black belts?"

Kirsten smiled at Tommy but it wasn't a warm smile. The tall redhead despised Tommy and she was just glad that today she would be able to teach those guys a lesson. Stepping forward she pointed at the new guy.

"He will be my opponent." When she saw that Tommy was going to object saying that the deal was for her to fight and defeat a black belt holder she stopped him. "Yanick is a black belt Tommy, you never specified that it had to a Brazilian Jiu Jitsu belt." She said smugly as Tommy turned towards the new guy asking him if he was indeed a black belt.

"I do; I hold black belt in Muay Thai. I have been Belgian light heavy and heavyweight champion, European light heavy champ and ranked third light heavyweight in the world before I switched to MMA." As he said that, Kirsten lost some of her confidence and Tommy looked as if he had already won the bet.

"But, I am not going to fight her. I don't hit women and well, to be honest, gangbanging a lesbian would be frowned upon by my girlfriend." He said as he made his way to the showers to clearly show he didn't want anything to do with it. Kirsten fumed inside as she knew that this was her only way out of a stupid bet. Cursing herself for letting those idiots push her buttons like that, to the point that she had agreed to a fight which, if she lost, she would let those pervs have their way with her.

"Guess we get the chance to show you how much fun a cock can be Kirsten." Tommy said in the most annoying self-righteous way possible. But just then the young fighter saw her last chance enter the dojo. Turning away from the fighter she walked towards the dark haired beauty that just walked in. Yanick's girlfriend was a bikini model for Billabong and ever since she had walked in the dojo, about two weeks ago, Kirsten had spent many hours masturbating to her pictures. 

"Hey Barbie, now that it is proven that Yanick is nothing but a little scared cunt, what about you come with me and I show you a good time?"

The girl froze in her tracks and looked at Kirsten in disbelieve.

"Thats right that little fag your dating isn't even man enough to take on a little sparring match. So why waste your sexy little body on him."

And just as anticipated the girl flung herself at Kirsten grabbing a good hold on her ponytail trying to pull her down. Grinning, Kirsten tripped the girl and started to fondle her breast as the bikini model screamed at the top of her lungs. It was then that she felt two large hands on her shoulders lifting both girls up in one try, prying them apart.

"What the hell is happening here?"

Yanick's voice did little to hide his anger as he calmed down his girlfriend.

"I want you to kick that cunt's face in." She screamed as she was panting against his chest.

"I know you don't like to hit women, even in training, but she attacked me!"

For a second Kirsten wanted to object but caught herself in time, knowing that that bitch was playing along well in her plan. As Yanick looked like he was going to object to the spar she let him be and focused on his girl.

"Let's wager a little bitch. If I lose, you can come watch my humiliation at the hands of those guys; but if I win, we give this guy a little show on how I don't need a dick to cum."

Seeing the shocked look in the girls' eyes she feared for a second that her repulsion for lesbian sex would make her back off, but apparently confidence in her man took over.

"Deal!" She spat back. Yanick tried to talk her out of it but as the guys in the gym started cheering Kirsten knew that there was no way that he could pass up this fight if he wanted to keep on training here. Putting on her gloves she made her way to the cage preparing for the fight. She knew that she couldn't stand up with him and that she would need to take the initiative and drag him to the ground in the first seconds of the match when he was still reluctant to fight her.

As Yanick walked in and took his fighting position she froze for a second as the pressure he was instilling in her was huge. The moment the bell rang she closed the distance and grabbed the back of his knees to take him down, but to her disbelieve he didn't even budge. Quickly disengaging she backed off to see the man smile at her.

"I forgot to warn you that I played 12 years of rugby as kid." 

He said as he closed the distance in a flash and landed a tremendous low kick to the inside of her leg. It felt as if she had been hit in the leg by a small car. As her leg was swung away she grabbed the man's neck and clinched up. As soon as she did she felt herself fall forward as the Thai boxer apparently pulled her in his guard.

"Stupid mistake." 

She thought, as she had seen very little of him on the floor the past two weeks, but as they touched the canvas and she got ready to transition she felt an enormous pressure on her hip and spine. Catching her breath she couldn't believe how tight his guard was and panic set in as she knew that she was now at his mercy as his hands trapped her wrist like a vice. For a brief moment she felt the pressure vanish, but before she could do anything his legs trapped her arm and neck in a vicious triangle choke. One second she was struggling hard to get out of it, the next she was passed out as he twisted his hips so hard that the knock out was immediate.



Kirsten woke up in the girls' locker room with a wet towel on her forehead. She couldn't remember how she got there but as she felt no pain, except on the inside of her left leg, she figured she must have been chocked out. Sophie sat next to her, clearly amused at the redhead's situation.

"Taking on Yanick was a mistake, he might be new to this gym but in Europe he was well known for his grappling."

She stood up holding a marker with a malicious smile on her face. 

"Since it was thanks to me that Yanick fought you the guys have decided that I could help out with their fun. Lift up your shirt please."

Sighing, Kirsten knew better than to argue as she had lost the bet fair and square. Sitting upright she took of her shirt waiting to see what would happen. For a second she was getting excited as the tall brunette squatted between her legs, but as she took the cap off the marker she knew she wouldn't like it. Sophie first wrote in big letters on her perfectly toned stomach. "Cum whore." Then on her chest she wrote "Cum Target"; she made two arrows directed at her perky c-cup tits, and one upwards towards her face. After a little bit of thinking she squatted lower and wrote Sperm on the inside of her right thigh and Depot on the inside of her left thigh with arrows towards her pussy.

"Get up and bend over bitch."

Kirsten felt like smacking that dumb bitch right on the nose but she managed to control herself and comply. As she placed her hands on the bench she could feel Sophie's hand grab the waistband of her shorts and panties and slowly peel them off her hips.

"Bet you would love to do this to me."

Sophie whispered in her ear. Kirsten couldn't deny the fact she would indeed have loved to do so, and she couldn't help at being disappointed at herself for losing the fight. Once her panties dropped to the floor she could feel Sophie write on her ass cheeks, one side had Spank Me Hard written on it, the other side had Insert Here with an arrow pointing towards her ass. Then pushing her pelvis against Kirsten's muscular ass, mimicking fucking motions she drew two circles around her kidneys and wrote " Donkey Punch here" in between. And finally between her shoulder blades, she wrote, Grab Here and pointed an arrow towards her ponytail.

"You like that whore?" 

Sophie asked as she yanked the redhead back by her hair while she pinched her nipples hard. Finally she fixed a big dog collar around her neck and smiled sweetly.

"Get on your knees and be a good little bitch."

Grumbling, Kirsten did what was asked of her as she saw Sophie walk towards a sports bag on the bench in front of her. To her surprise the model stripped out of her tight jeans to reveal her perfect ass in a little black lace string. Unfortunately for her it was quickly covered by a little black sparkly short skirt with a little white belt. Then, intentionally turning around to face her, Sophie pulled of her shirt and unhooked her bra, letting the lesbian fighter enjoy a full frontal view of her perfectly shaped D-cups before she covered them up with a too little black bikini top. As the girl slipped into her high heel boots, Kirsten really wished she could have had her way with that little cunt. Grabbing the leash Sophie kicked Kirsten softly in the ribs.

"They told me to warn you to act as if you enjoyed it, or you would regret it."



When the doors opened she was greeted with a wave of cheers from about half the men in the dojo and even though she was smiling bravely she was really scared at what was about to happen. Kirsten had always known she had been gay so she had never even tried flirting with guys but tonight she knew that they would make her pay for every snide comment she had made over the past few years. As she was lead into the cage she felt somewhat relieved to see that there were only about a dozen guys inside the cage, the rest of the club would just be witnessing her humiliation not participating. Everywhere she looked she could see guys snapping pictures, but what bothered her the most was that the guys had also brought out the cameras they used to film the fights. She was being lead towards Tommy and Yanick when she saw the cue cards with her lines and she almost started crying.

"So, Kirsten ready for some fun?" Yanick asked.

"Please Sir just call me Bitch; and if with fun you means sucking cock and getting fucked hard I can only say yes."

The men laughed as she spoke her line without much conviction. As Sophie handed the leash to Tommy, Kirsten saw how Yanick took his girlfriend to the side and whispered something in her ear. Whatever it was it seemed to please the bikini bitch as she turned around with a huge grin upon her lips and Yanick nodding to the fellas as Sophie went to sit on a chair in the middle of the cage. 

"Well Kirsten before you can have your fun and suck of all of our cocks you have to get us hard first, so why don't you crawl over to our lovely assistant and lick her boots for us."

Tommy said chuckling, knowing that most of the guy's already had raging hard-ons only at the sight of this dike bitch being put in her place. As Kirsten lowered her head to lick the tip of Sophie's boots he almost felt sorry for her as he knew what they had in store for her. He had to respect the fact that she was actually stepping up and accepting her loss; but not for even a second did it cross his mind to be merciful, for she had humiliated him too often.

Her tongue was getting dry from licking the last part of Sophie's boot when she suddenly felt her head being yanked up by her ponytail, forcing her upright and then bent over the back of the chair. She could feel the model's fingertips softly caress her ass which was now sticking out for the world to see. Sophie once again positioned herself behind her and mimicked fucking her from behind as the men cried for more. As she gasped she saw a cue card that told her to ask to be spanked and that she had to say thank you after every blow. 

"Please Sophie, please spank my little unworthy ass."

And before she even had the time to brace herself Sophie landed a huge bitch slap on her ass. The slap resonated so hard through the room, followed closely by Kirsten's scream of pain as her ass cheek felt as if it was set on fire, that the boys fell silent for a second. Sophie again let her fingertips caress the now red cheek.

"Tsk, tsk, what do we say if you want this to continue..."

She said with a sweet voice.

"Thank you Sophie ."

She said with a laboured breath, and as Sophie landed another slap with all she had on the other cheek. As Kirsten thanked her, the young model fired again and again until the poor slut's ass was so red and sore that every hit brought tears to her eyes. The worst part was that the heat of her cheeks and the shockwaves of the slaps had made her pussy react.

"Babe, why don't you check if our little bitch really enjoys this."

Watching over her shoulder she could see that there was some hesitation from Sophie to touch her somewhere special. Kristen thought it was good to know that the girl was so anti woman on woman action, but as Yanick stepped forward, Sophie yanked her head back up by the hair and jammed two fingers into her soaking little cunt.

"Geez wet like a bitch in the rain."

Sophie said with clear disdain in her voice as she pulled out and let her man smell her fingers. Then turning the chair around, she pushed her fingers into Kirsten's mouth so that the little bitch could taste her own humiliation. As she sucked on the wet fingers she could see how Yan now started to fondle his girls' breast, at the same time that she felt several hands on her own breast and ass. Pinching her nipples and slapping her ass. Two things suddenly happened at the same time and Kirsten didn't know how to react to both of them together. Yanick dropped the bikini top from Sophie, assuring her that it is okay as the young model started to protest, and someone else started to slap between her ass cheeks and legs with malicious force.

As Yanick pinched the nipples of his model until they stood in proud attention he whispered something in her ear. Sophie shook her head not agreeing to it but as one of his hand cupped her mound, Kirsten could see that the girl would agree to anything he asked. At the same time she was grabbed by her hands and feet and flipped over on the floor. To her surprise she saw Sophie stand between her legs, slowly getting down on top of her until their breast mashed each other and their lips almost touched. Kirsten smiled as she thought that maybe losing and getting ploughed over and over by a dozen or so men wasn't so bad if she could have sex with her favourite model. However, just as their lips were about to touch Sophie backed off and slapped her in the face. 

Starting at her neck Sophie slowly began to kiss and lick her way to Kirsten's tight stomach, letting her hands rest on her own breast as her tongue started to flirt with the shaven pubic area of the lesbian. Shivering, Kirsten watched as Sophie skilfully aroused her by kissing and licking every inch of her stomach and thighs without touching her pussy while Yanick stood behind her rubbing her ass through her shorts. Unfortunately, her view was obstructed as Tommy straddled her chest, aiming his cock towards her lips. Too excited to react she opened her mouth and let Tommy skullfuck her.

It didn't take long for Tommy to empty his load in her mouth, when he was done she was pulled to her knees and was presented with another cock to suck. She could see how Sophie was now taking out Yanick's cock, smiling as she clearly enjoyed pleasing him. For some reason this bothered Kirsten more than anything else. That little bitch was sexier then she was, half naked, and yet the guy's let her be. As another cock exploded all over her tits she wondered how long this would take.

"Yanick, why don't you come closer with Sophie, so that this little bitch can see how a real woman uses a cock?" 

The fighter smiled as he pulled his girl up and walked her towards Kirsten. To her amusement she could see that the young girl didn't look so confident following her man in this dick circle. But as the other men focused their attention back towards her she could see that Sophie gathered herself again and started to tease her man's cock. For her part she just opened her mouth as the seventh cock of the night came to fuck her face. As yet another cock spewed its load on her tits she saw how Sophie still was just caressing and teasing Yan's cock.

"Yan, you want a go before we start fucking her?"

Yan looked down towards Sophie who wasn't looking all that happy about it and smiled.

"Nah all I want is to fuck these babies." He said as he cupped Sophie's breast. Even if it was demeaning to her, Sophie smiled broadly towards Kirsten in a way that showed what she thought about being preferred. She did stop smiling at the next comment though. 

"Babe, go lie down so that that bitch can take of your shorts."

"Yan they are filming this! I don't want my pussy in this movie."

"Relax babe, we'll edit it out, you know I can't cum if I don't see my little glistening pussy."

Yanick didn't wait for Sophie to reply and motioned to Kirsten to go on with it and for once the lesbian didn't stall, she immediately hooked her fingers in the waistband and peeled away the shorts inch by inch, kissing the girl's legs slowly as she did. Yan swung his knee over Sophie's face obscuring her view with his ass and placed his cock between her ample cleavage. But as the lesbian girl who was being nailed from behind kept teasing her, Sophie started to complain again.

"Babe, I don't want her touching me like that, that's gay." 

Yan laughed and motioned Kirsten to continue.

"Babe, it's her licking you, or those guys fucking you. Really it's up to you; but I don't think it is gay if she is the one doing it." 

He said, winking at the rest. The annoyed response of the model changed in a little moan as the expert muff diver worked her magic. As she felt yet another cock explode in her pussy and being replaced she just imagined it was another woman with a strap-on fucking her from behind as the sweet taste of pussy filled her mouth and nostrils. The sound of moans filled the dojo as both girls where pushed over the edge. Then Yan feeling his own climax approach, he took his cock out of his girls' boobs and moved forward aiming it at the action.

"Put your tongue in that pussy bitch."

As Kirsten did as she was asked, cum squirted over the pelvis of the bikini babe covering her tongue and her face. After several more squirts the strong man grabbed Kirsten by the hair and made her clean his cock, then pushed her face back into his girl's lap. Finally when all of the cum was licked off the beautiful starlet, Yanick pulled her on top of the girl.

"Babe I really would love to see you two make out."

The girl didn't look all that into it, but as Kirsten started to kiss her , she allowed it. Kirsten wondered why Sophie was so submissive to this guy, but as she was allowed to have some fun with her she didn't mind; after all she had a score to settle with the bitch. From the corner of her eye she could see Yan and Tommy were talking about something as several men started to grope at her again. Seeing that none of them dared to touch Sophie, she turned around pulling the model into her guard, hindering the men's groping.

"Babe, get that ass up for me would you?" 

She heard Yanick say as the lovely lips of her make out partner left her. Looking over she could see that the man was already back to a full erection.

"Babe, you can chose, I want to fuck something that is licking a pussy." 

The girl looked up at her boyfriend with a confused look on her face, but he just smiled.

"So do I fuck you, or shall I fuck her?" 

For a second the girl hesitated but then turned to Kirsten and lowered her face. Kirsten propped herself onto her elbows to be able to see better, even if that gave some of the guy's better access to her boobs. She saw how Yan entered his girl from behind and started to pound her face into her lesbian cum bucket. 




Wrong Bet



"That's it babe eat her out for me, make that lesbian cunt cum."

As he said it, Kirsten could feel how the girl instinctively started to do a better job at eating her, knowing how she liked to be eaten, and soon the young lesbian started to moan as her clit was expertly tickled. As her gaze moved up to meet Yan's eyes she saw him smugly smile at her, smiling back she grabbed the brunette by the hair and pulled her harder against her crotch as she started to grind her hips against the young face.

"Oh God that's it you cunt...."

Kirsten screamed as a wave of pleasure swept over her body, collapsing on her back she tried to catch her breath as she saw the young girl smile triumphantly, her face covered in juices. Yan picked his girl up and pressed her face up against the cage as he started to push his wet cock in the girls ass, as he did that Kirsten herself was dragged on top of a cock and made to ride it. She was just getting into a rhythm when on of the guy's shoved his cock into her mouth and started to skullfuck her again. 

"I'll enjoy this."

She heard Tommy whisper in her ear as he pushed his cock into her asshole filling her third hole completely. Kirsten was passed around like this so much that she couldn't count how many orgasms she had experienced. Then Tommy threw her a strap-on and told her to put it on.

"Yan thinks that because you played nice for the video that you can have a go at Sophie's ass."

Kirsten smiled as she slipped on the strap-on, the dildo was at least 8 inches and she knew that the girl would not like it at all. But even before she could complain Yanick took control.

"Babe if I were you, I would get it wet already before we switch places."

Resigned to what was going to happen the young girl started a mock blowjob as the guys around them cheered. Deciding to take the payback to the fullest, Kirsten stood up, grabbed the girl by the face and started skullfucking her just as she had been skullfucked earlier. As the little brunette started to choke and gag all over the dildo, Kirsten smiled, almost understanding what the guys liked so much about this. Then as the dildo was covered in drool, Yan stopped his fucking and turned his girl around offering his wet cock to her. At the same time that the girl closed her lips around his cock, she could feel the huge dildo push against her asshole.

"Aauhmph"

With that sound the young bikini model was finger cuffed between her bf and the lesbian fighter. The two pounded her with a fast rhythm for about five minutes until it was clear that the girl was about to cum. Letting go of her head, she collapsed to the floor, her ass still high in the air, moaning about how close she was. Yan told her to ask for what she wanted and he moved behind the lesbian who was jackhammering his girl.

"Don't stop bitch, ride me like a whore." 

The little model screamed as Kirsten felt her hair being pulled so hard that she screamed. 

"You heard her bitch." 

Yan hissed in her ear as he pushed his throbbing cock into her sore asshole. Kirsten felt completely filled by his cock and as her strap-on was grinding into her pussy as she pounded the young girl, she too felt an upcoming orgasm.

Then it all happened fast, Sophie's legs gave in and her ass dropped as she screamed in ecstasy. As the two girls dropped Yan donkey punched Kirsten making her spasm around his cock, to her horror that made Kirsten go over the edge to and she started to add her screams to those of Sophie. Finally the contracting spasms of Kirsten's asshole during her climax milked him dry as a stream of cum filled her bowls.

After two hours of heavy fucking the girls were placed next to one another and every guy in the dojo was invited in the ring to dump a load on them glazing them in cum. Finally Tommy hovered with his camera over the body of the two girls and zoomed in on Kirsten's face as Yan held up the last sign for her.

"Well guys I hope you enjoyed this, like I have enjoyed every single one of these cocks. This was Kirsten for you live from the cage for lesbiancumdumpster. cum again."

The End