6 comments/ 55052 views/ 9 favorites One Hot Summer By: slavemikeuk Introduction John dug the shovel into the ground one more time, wondering how much more he had to d today before going home. He was 18 and just about to start university to earn his keep as his farther put it he was doing odd jobs for the neighbours although for the last week he had his hands full gardening for one in particular. She seemed to have a never ending garden and a never ending list of new things for him to do. John was tall and thin, he didn't think he had a good body but he was pretty well muscled. His main problem was that he was quite shy. His experience with girls so far mostly involved parties, dark rooms and lots of alcohol on both side. His current masturbation fantasy was getting further with that girl he was kissing a month ago. One hand up a girls top goes a long way in the mind of a frustrated 18 year old. He wiped the sweat from his forehead running his hand through his short brown hair. It was hot middle of summer and here he was digging holes in what felt like concrete but it didn't matter his parents were going away tonight for a whole month. He was finally getting to stay home alone. After much convincing that he would be fine his parents had agreed that he could stay as long as he kept up his jobs and didn't wreck the place with a party, which of course was the first thing planned as soon as his parents had gone. It was a test of his ability to be responsible and independent according to his mother. John looked up at the house it was huge the biggest house in town a good 15 minutes walk from where the driveway came off of the road. The winding drive hid the entire house you would never know it was there as it snaked through the trees until you come to a wide open field and beyond that the main house. Mrs Davidson who owned the house had been a widow of a few years she had inherited a fortune from her dead husband. She lived in this massive place all on her own John wondered why she had never moved to somewhere smaller. He also wondered why a team of gardeners where not doing all this bloody work she could sure as hell afford it. He knew she was a friend of his mothers and had met with his mother and told her all about the things that needed doing to the house. His mother had offered his help immediately. His parents believed in working for a living and not slacking off. They were pretty strict about everything. His friends were doing nothing this summer chilling out before going their separate ways to university but not him he had to work so he could afford it, no bank of mom and dad for him. As he looked up at the house he saw Mrs Davidson looking back as him she smiled and he smiled back and waved then tried in vain again to get the damn shovel into the earth. John thought about Mrs Davidson he had been catching quick glances when ever he could. She was the one good thing about this job. He could see her now sun bathing in that bikini, long legs perfectly tanned running up to her great ass but it was her 34DD breasts that John liked the most. She looked pretty good for an older woman John knew her to be in her early 40's. She had long blonde hair and bright blue piercing eyes that he could help but look away from when she stared straight at him. Sometimes she would come out by the pool and sunbath before diving in and swimming lengths. She had a range of bikinis one was little more than a thong with a top the barely covered her tits. John could tell she wasn't like all the perky little girls he was lusting after but she certainly had something about her. John could feel he was getting hard just thinking about it. Susan Davidson watched from the upstairs window she loved watching John sweating in the garden below. She sat in her high backed chair with just her upper body showing she looked from the outside like she might be reading a book or watching TV but her skirt was pulled up around her waist and her fingers were working her shaved wet pussy. She thought that age had been kind to her she was still a very attractive woman. She often admired her naked body in the mirror, looking at her large round breasts with their pink long nipples. She had always had very sensitive nipples which she loved to tease men with. She kept her body tight and tanned, she loved how her tanned legs showed off her smooth bald pussy and the way her pink nipples accentuated her white breasts. Her breasts were not as firm as they once were but she knew that every eye in the room was on her when she was in a low cut top. She rubbed at her clit thinking of all the fun she was going to have with the naïve boy beneath her which is exactly what she had in mind. With his strict parents out of the way for a whole month it was perfect. She only need something she could work with to make him hers and she was going to get it soon than she dared dream. Susan flicked her clit as John tried in vain to break up more of the ground. His shirt was sweaty and she could see his skin glistening in the sun light. She orgasmed and quickly pulled down her skirt. John heard the door open over by the house and turned to see Mrs Davidson coming towards him. She was wearing a tight white top that showed of her amazing breasts and a short little skirt, her legs rhythmically walking over to him mesmerising him. He snapped his head up must not stare he thought to himself. He knew how much trouble he would be in if his parents got back a bad report about his behaviour or his work from such a rich and influential member of the community. "You must be tired from all that digging" Susan said "Na I'm OK" John looked at the ground and shifted slightly, he always felt awkward around Mrs Davidson he knew she was old enough to be his mother but she stirred up feeling which are hard to hide. "Well I had better be letting up get back to see your parents off. Remember your mine for the rest of the month. You will arrive at 9 every morning I don't want you getting lazy just because you are living on your own. I would hate to have to tell your parents you have not been working I'm sure they would be disappointed in you." "ye I will be here" Johns mind besides what was under that top were more on the guys night he was planning and the beer his friends had gotten for tonight alcohol fest. John packed up and left it was about a 45 minute walk home. When he arrived he greeted his parents who and took a shower he couldn't get the image of Mrs Davidson out of his head. His hands moved down to his erect 8 inch cock and he began to stroke it thinking about kissing up her legs pulling her skirt up and pushing his face between her thighs. It wasn't long before he came, he finished in the shower and get dressed. His parents had finished packing the car and were just about off this was it freedom for a month. They said their goodbyes and he waved their car off. Before they had even left the road John was on the phone. "They are gone man get that beer over here and let's get going" John and he friends did what any good group of 18 year olds would do got very drunk, smoked and ate everything in the house. When they finally ran out of beer and laughing a jeering at the adult channels got dull it was 4:30am. Most of them had passed out anyway and John staggered to bed work the next day hadn't been in his head since he stepped off the garden that afternoon. The next day John finally got his muscles to move when it came to the point of going for a piss or wetting the bed. After getting up he surveyed the damage it wasn't so bad mostly beer bottles and pizza boxes he could clean it up he had a month his parents would never know beside he figured this would be a regular event now him and his friends had a place to hang out they had nothing better to do. Then he suddenly realized he did have something he should be doing shit Mrs Davidsons gardens. John looked for a clock and trip over his friend passed out on the stairs. "Whats the time?" His friend pulled out his phone and blearily read off the time. "Mate it's almost 1pm we really must have been fucked last night!" John knew that was true he really was screwed if Mrs Davidson told his parents about this he really would be in trouble. Hell I can work a Saturday and make it up hell I will work the whole weekend I'm sure she is a reasonable woman. It was a Thursday and John figured the day was almost over better to just go in tomorrow and straighten the whole thing out. Chapter 1 John was up early the next day still feeling a little groggy but pretty good. He was sure he could explain and make up for it. He arrived early at Mrs Davidson and rang the door bell apologetic speech all planned out. Mrs Davidson opened the door she did not look happy a scowl was on her face and John almost ran away there and then but he knew he had to explain and make it up somehow. "Hi I am sorr......" "Get in here now!" Susan could barely believe her good luck John looked ready to cry already. She let him into the kitchen her high heel clicking across the floor sternly. "What the hell do you call this not turning up yesterday and don't you dare tell me you were ill you were fine when you left and you look fine now!" John felt that honesty was the best policy she was young once she would understand it was one day after all. Susan listen and couldn't believe what the idiot was telling her all the ammunition she need to ensnare him. "I'm very disappointed in you John I thought you were more mature than that and after your parents left you such simple responsibilities. I am afraid I will have to let them know." "Please I will make it up to you I will work the weekend to catch up" John felt rising panic at the mention of his parents. "Yes you will work the weekend but you clearly can't be left alone one night and look what happens. I feel responsible for you as your parents are away I will have to let them know they may feel they have to cut their trip short and deal with you. Such a shame I know how much they were looking forward to some time away." "Please no I am sorry please don't call my parents" John was really panicking now dragging his parents back was it really that bad. He couldn't let that happen, maybe if he offered to work all the weekend...... "Well it would be a shame to upset your parents after all it is you that should be punished for this not them. You act like a child not being able to control yourself you should be punished like one" "Sure ye I mean what ever you think is right" John felt relief sweep through him finally she was seeing things his way, what is she going to do make him write "I will not get drunk and be late for work" 1000 times, what ever. "You are a very naughty young man but I don't see you acting like any man I have ever met you are more of a naughty little boy and should be punished like one." John was getting confused now but he could feel a slight twitch is his pants as his cock grew harder somehow being told he was a naughty boy seem to arouse him. Susan Davidson sat down on a stool. "Strip" "errrrr sorry I don't understand" "Strip get your clothes off, if you act like a naughty boy then you will be punished like one I am going to give you the spanking you seem to need. Strip now or leave and I can call your parents. Not sure what was going on John knew he didn't want his parents called and also hey stripping for a horny older woman what the hell. John started to peel off his clothes Susan's face did not portray how horny it was making her. She could see him fumbling with his jean button and could see he was going red. John did not like the idea of stripping down the more clothes he shed. He had never been so naked in front of a woman before. He finally took off his t shirt he could see Susan's eyes roaming over his body and felt his cheeks glow red. He was left in just him boxers and started to walk over to Susan he realised the significance of the stool now he was to bend over her lap. "and them" Susan said pointing to his boxers. John froze what did she really want him naked? "It's nothing I haven't seen before on other men and you certainly aren't a man so get them off." John reached down and peeled them off exposing his semi erect cock. Susan loved the sight of it bigger than she had hopped for and already showing signs of getting excited by being dominated. "Get over my knee!" John bent over slowly and lowered him self over her. It was only now that he took note of what she was wearing. Thigh high leather boots and another very short skirt also made of leather. She was wearing a black top with a plunging neck line that showed off her great cleavage. John felt his cock grow even more it was rubbing against her stocking clad legs. Then she opened her legs slightly as she positioned him on her knee and his cock fell between her legs which closed around it trapping his ever expanding cock. Let's get this over with he thought his cheeks were so red he could feel them flushed and hot. What the hell is going on he though just as Susan's hand touched his ass. Nice and firm she thought as she rubbed over his ass cheeks. John was now fully erect and his cock strained to be free but remained clasped between Susan's legs. This was a small price to pay rather than the wrath of his parents. Suddenly Susan began the spanking her hand slammed down with a load smack. John jumped as she opened up on his ass. This was not what he was expecting this woman half his size laying into his ass. He jumped and winced as she smacked him feeling his ass cheeks get hotter as she beat them. Susan could feel his cock rocking back and forth as he squirmed around rubbing up and down her thighs. She could also feel her own pussy start to get wet. John began to groan and moan as she hit him getting loader as she layed into him. "owwwwwwwwww, please" John felt tears welling up in his eyes but he also felt his cock rubbing between her legs and the building orgasm. "awwwww what's the matter am I hurting you" "Yes please stop" John began to sob "Well maybe you should have though about that before you really need to learn some discipline boy." "noooooooooo please" "Please what!" Susan didn't let up although her hand was beginning to hut she knew his ass was hurting a whole lot more. "Please Mrs Davidson" John choked out as he gasped for breath between sobs "Do you see how much of a naughty boy you are now" Susan stopped spanking and began to run her long painted red nails over his hot and sore ass" "Yes Mrs Davidson" John bucked and squirmed on her lap as he felt the long nails pinching him and raking across his exposed ass. He felt her long finger stroke his ass hole as she ran her hand up hid crack. "I am not sure that you do little boy" and with that began hammering down on his ass again as hard as possible. John wailed and squirmed but knew he had to stick it out if this deranged women wanted to abuse his ass then he just had to put up with it. It was only this once after all..... "You are a naughty little boy who has no respect for your elders. You need to be taught control don't you? You need to learn discipline don't you?" "Yes Mrs Davidson." "Say it, say I'm a naughty little boy and I need to be taught discipline" "I'm a naughty little boy and I need to be taught discipline" John almost yelled it out the pain in his ass was so great but he also felt another feeling too. His hard cock stroking against her tights rubbing between those legs he was ready to cum. He couldn't help himself anymore. At that moment he actually tried to focus on the pain but it didn't help it actually made him hornier. Susan felt it too and moved her legs up and down pumping his cock between her legs. She felt him shoot some of it catching her stockings. She heard him groan and knew she had him. She pushed him off of her knee and onto the floor. John lay there beaten feeling the sensation of the cool kitchen floor on his hot ass and there next to him was his cum. Susan stood above him shaking her head. "You really can't control your self can you? Getting all horny while I try and teach you a lesson. Well I think we have a lot of work to do, I can't let you go out into the world with such a lack of control. I think we need to sort this out for your own good. I don't want to think of the trouble you would get your self into. She walked over the sink and flung the kitchen role at him. "Clean that mess up and stay here." That's the last time you will be using kitchen role to clean up cum she thought. "I will be back shortly" John was humiliated he had no idea how much that spanking was going to hurt. That was no small punishment it hurt like hell and still did. John mopped up his cum and looked at his ass it was bright red and he could even see hand prints. She had even had a go on his inner thighs. He felt drained and was just glad it was over. Susan arrived back in the room holding a small leather object. John was still on the floor not really sure he could stand up but he wasn't given a choice. "Get up not and put your hands behind your head. Do you know what this is?" Susan held out the small inter woven leather straps. John didn't answer he just shook his head. "This is a cock harness it is a chastity device. I am going to fit it now are you going to hold still or do you want another spanking?" John didn't much like the sound of it but if it meant not having another spanking that was fine by him. Susan fitted it around his soft cock pulling the straps tight. "This is to teach you control in the future. I am going to teach you how to behave and how to control yourself. Do you understand?" "Yes Mrs Davidson." Susan clicked a small padlock into place securing the tight leather straps. "Good now I want you out of my sight! I will call you when I want you to come back. Now go! And don't you dare try and take that off understand? Your parents are one phone call away and if you can't follow my simple instructions then I will have to let them know what a true disappointment you are." With that John turned and almost ran out the door. He got dressed as he left and made his was home trying to make sense of what just happened. What had he gotten himself into? He felt the leather strap surrounding his cock digging into his skin. When he got home he stripped and inspected it. It was a leather strap that went behind his ball which was connected to one that was in front clasping his balls between the two straps. These then connected to a tight leather hood that was over his cock it was just big enough to fit his soft cock with a slit at the end to allow him to piss topped off by a padlock locking it together. He soon realised the full extent of him situation it was impossible to get an erection. He looks at his ass in the mirror and saw that it was still bright red and throbbing. He ran a cold shower over his ass to try and stop the pain. John woke up the next morning face down unable to sleep o his sore ass. He waited all day but no call he cleaned up the mess in the house and continued to wait nothing. Another day passed still nothing his ass was beginning to feel better but he didn't care about that. He was used to masturbating once or twice a day this thing on his cock was driving him insane. Another day passed still nothing what was he going to do. He was thinking of going up to the house, no he couldn't she had been quite specific, maybe he could get it off without her noticing and put it back on, nope not gonna work. John was desperate by the next day he need to cum his mind was racing with thought of being over Mrs Davidsons lap his cock between her legs. Then the phone rang John ran up to answer it. "Hello" "Get over here now, I will be out the back by the pool" Susan hung up after that John didn't need any more it was what he had been waiting for. One Hot Summer Chapter 2 John made it over to the house in record time. He went around the back to find Mrs Davidson in the smallest bikini he had ever imagined let a lot seen. The small g-string covered her pussy just about and the top was nothing more than two small pieces of fabric connected with string. Her nipples were sticking out and looked very hard. John desperately wanted to lick them and get this chastity strap off to cum all over them. Mrs Davidson was on a sun lounger by the pool and didn't get up when he arrived. "Well let's see if you can follow simple instructions now. Strip I want to see if you have disobeyed me." John began to strip off his clothes he knew no one could see him but he still felt embarrassed stripping off in garden. He finally removed his boxers to reveal his cock encased in the leather restrains. "Good I am glad you can at least do something's right. Now get to work" John froze for a second not really comprehending what she was saying. This was not what he was expecting. "Well get going the garden isn't going to do its self!" John began to reach for his clothes. "No, no you are going to do it like that I think you deserve the humiliation of walking around naked for the day I had to spank your bare bottom like a child that was humiliating for me you need to make up for that." John set to work naked except for the chastity device around his cock. Susan watched on trying now to smile. She watched his fit young body sweating in the summer sun. His ass cheeks were still a little red from the spanking a few days before. She loved watching him nervously checking to see if she was looking at him and his flushed red face. She revelled in his humiliation she could feel her pussy tingling and rubbed her clit when he had his back to her. She played with her nipples as he bent over to pick something up. His tight ass opened and she wanted to run and get her dildo to ram to up and fuck him with it right then and there but she was enjoying the pleasure of breaking him a piece at a time. A few hours later when she couldn't contain her self any more and knew she had to go and cum she ordered him to get dressed and go home. John couldn't believe it after all that work he wasn't going to get any release. He knew better than to argue. She ordered him to be there bright and early the next day and not to be later. John made is way home feeling exhausted and more frustrated than ever. The next day John rang the door bell and waited for what seemed like an eternity. When it finally opened he saw that Mrs Davidson was wearing a white cotton dressing gown not what he was expecting at all. "Come in" she gestured for him to enter. "Follow me" She walked into the house and John followed quickly behind her. She led him upstairs an area of the house John had now been to before. They entered the master bedroom a large room with a big four poster bed in the centre of the room. The room was lit by several candles casting shadows as the flickered brightly. "Strip now" It was said with no force or real emotion to it just a simple command. It was a command John didn't need to hear twice no longer did he hesitate with embarrassment this was what he had been waiting for a chance to get the chastity device off of his aching cock and get the erection he had been denied for so many days. He stood naked in the room as Mrs Davidson sat on the edge of the bed. "Kneel boy" John dropped to his knees his cock straining against the tight leather it was bound in. "I bet you are horny as hell right now, aren't you? I bet you are used to stroking that teenage cock all the time. That is why you can't keep control of it, well we are going to see about that." John didn't care right now if he was going to suffer another humiliating spanking as long as this thing was off and he got to cum again. "Get on the bed" John moved up onto the bed and Mrs Davidson gasped his wrists and pulled them to the posts of the bed to the waiting hand cuffs. She locked them into place then moved to his feet doing the same. In a matter of seconds John was spread eagled and his four limbs stretched out and locked into place. He didn't even consider his situation he would do anything to get the relief he needed. "You are a dirty little boy who can't control himself. Let us see if you have learnt anything since your disgraceful display last time. You are not to cum without my permission do you understand." "Yes Mrs Davidson" John didn't really listen or care as long as there was the chance he was going to cum at some point. "Well you had better understand I am giving you one simple task and you better do it!" With that she reached into a pocket on her dressing gown and pulled out a key then proceeded to unlock the trap around his cock. Freedom as soon as it was off Jocks cock was erect to its full 8 inches. John let a long sign feeling it getting hard and the removal of the tight leather that had imprisoned it for the last few torturous days. "Well looks like you are excited already" Susan Davidson had him exactly where she wanted him and she knew he wasn't going anywhere soon he was hers for the rest of the month. She began to stroke his cock feeling its length and see the look of pleasure over the young mans face. She could see him getting closer and closer to orgasm and abruptly stopped. Johns cock bobbed up and down in the air searching for that hand that had brought him so close. "I hope you don't think you are going to get to cum just like that, have you learnt nothing? I see we have a long way to go to teach you restraint and discipline. You must think of others before yourself especially were women are concerned." With that she reached down and removed her robe. John's eyes lit up immediately. She was wearing a black leather corset that pushed up her amazing breasts and nothing else her smooth pussy glistened in the candle light accentuated by the white triangular tan lines around it surrounded by her tanned and toned legs. She quickly was on top of him, her pussy inches from his face. You must learn how to please a woman before your own pleasure. She slowly lowered herself onto his face. John had never licking a pussy before and hungrily lapped at it as she ground it down onto him. Her juices began to soak his face as she rocked back and forth on his lips. His tongue flicked up and down her slit. Then she grabbed him by the hair. "That's it you little shit lick my pussy. Lick my clit you fucking idiot." She ground her hard clit on his tongue as he licked franticly. She began to fuck his face slamming her pussy into his mouth and nose. This was not what John had expected fro going down on a girl he struggled to keep up with the wet pussy grinding into his face. He could feel her juices running down his cheeks as she got more and more excited. "Ye that's it lick my pussy you naughty little bitch, mmmmmmmmm ye" She groaned above him and John began to realise that he was finding it hard to breathe as she pushed her hips down onto him forcing his face into her wet slit. "That's it keep licking yes you are gonna be my pussy bitch you little whore yessssss." John wasn't paying attention he could barely hear his head sandwiched between her wet thighs. His mind was focussed on licking as fast as he could working her clit and ramming his tongue as far up her pussy as he could. If he could get her to cum then she must let him cum right? His cock was still painfully erect and dieing for some attention. "yessssssss I'm gonna cum mmmmmmmmm ohhhhhhhhhh YEEEEEEEESSSS" She orgasmed on his face as John was forced to drink down the gushing pussy juices. "ohhhhh that's it you see how messing you have made me lick that pussy clean boy" John licked her clean her thighs and pussy were cover in cum and he lapped it up. The she rose up and turned around. "You missed some back here boy." She spread her tight ass cheeks and sat firmly on his face. John didn't know what to do licking her pussy was one thing but her ass too! She felt him hesitate and reached forwards and squeezed his balls hard digging her nails in. "Get on with it boy clean my ass now!" John licked from her pussy to her ass hole as she began to moan again above him wiggling her ass on his face pushing down smothering him. John realised if he wanted to breath soon then he had better do a good job. His tongue circled her ass hole and then began to dart in and out of her tight hole. He repeated this motion lapping away at her ass. "mmmmmm that better good boy" When she was finally satisfied she got up and turned around again her pussy just above his head he could see she was already wet again. "I bet you would like to cum now wouldn't you?" "Yes Please Mrs Davidson I have done everything you asked." "Yes what a good boy you are. You like eating pussy boy?" "Yes Mrs Davidson." "Good you will make a fine pussy boy" John didn't really know what that meant but if he got to cum he didn't care. She began to stroke his cock slowly at first then faster and faster. "mmmmmmmmm" John moan with pleasure his orgasm building "remember what I said you are not allowed to cum without permission. You're a little pussy boy aren't you? Say It" "I'm a little pussy boy" John moan anything just to cum "You love licking pussy and ass don't you" "Yes I love licking pussy and ass" She licked one of her long fingers and began to rub his asshole. "You like that don't you." "mmmmmm yes" "Say it boy." "I love you rubbing my ass" She pushed her finger into his tight ass and began to work it hard. "You love having me finger your ass don't you? Tell me you love it in the ass!" "I love it in the ass mmmmmm yes please let me cum." "Cum for me bitch cum with my finger in your ass" She pulled her finger from his tight little asshole just as Johns cock exploded into her waiting hand she caught most of it and it was a lot of cum. John almost passed out from the wave of pleasure surge through him. She moved up to the head of the bed with his cum in her hand. "Look what you did you made my hand all dirty lick it clean now!" Johns eyes widened was she serious? "No way are you crazy!" "No I'm quite serious lick my hand clean boy. I wouldn't want to tell your parents you were rude and disobedient to me" "Forget it let me go you can tell my parent anything you want it was only a party and I missed one day of work coz of it I want out of here!" "Well then maybe you would like to show them this as well." She reached over with her free hand and picked up a TV remote and clicked the large TV in the room on. Right there was an image of john a wet pussy hovering above his face. "What the fuck you recorded all of that are you crazy?" "I'm sure your parents and all your friends would like to know you like being fingered in the ass." John searched the room and there it was in plain sight a video camera pointed straight at his face. He had been in such a rush to cum he hadn't even saw it. "Don't like this show how about this one she click a button and the video sprang to life. There was John stretched over a mystery woman's lap her head just off screen sobbing while getting his ass spanked. "I'm a naughty little boy and I need to be taught discipline" he suddenly wailed on the screen. She clicked the video off again. "I have made copies of course and they are in a safe place just in case you get any ideas when I let you out of those cuffs. Now bitch lick my hand clean!" John beaten and knowing it began to lick cum off of the offered hand and caught a looks of him self doing it on the big screen as he did it. "That's it boy clean it all up. Now listen up you are going to be mine from now on you do exactly what I tell you too. I am going to teach you the discipline you need. I hate to see such a promising young man like you end up like all the other pricks out there. I am going to mold you into the perfect man ready to serve a woman's ever need. Do you understand?" "Yes Mrs Davidson." Susan slapped him hard. "You will now call me Mistress you are now my slave, boy!" "Yes Mistress" John stammered out. With that she lowered her pussy back onto his waiting mouth. He was hers and she was going to make the most of the rest of the month by the end of it he would beg to take her strap-on in the ass. She was going to enjoy breaking him in. her a 42 year old woman now with her own personal 18 year old sex slave. Johns head was spinning what had happened to him. A couple of days ago he could barely dream of licking a woman's pussy now he was trapped between the legs of a woman who could make him do whatever she wished. He couldn't let those tapes get out he would be disowned by his parents and the laughing stock of the town. He also began despite himself to enjoy having a wet pussy on his face and could feel his cock getting hard again, besides he could stick it out if she wanted to use him like this then ok he could put up with it how much worse could it get right? One Hot Summer Hello my name is Charlize Waters. Everyone calls me Charlie. I'm quickly approaching 30 years of age and dreading it. The big 3 0. I've been pulling gray hairs out of my hair brush for the last year. I'm also noticing lines on my forehead whenever I look in the mirror. Some might say that 30 isn't old at all, but you have a tendency to feel old when the majority of your co-workers don't know who the Fraggles were and can't legally buy alcohol. I work in a college town in a store that sells textbooks and apparel for the college. There are times however when this crowd makes me feel like I'm much younger than I am. They make it easy to remember what 18 and 19 were like. And to some extent I feel like I'm reliving those years of my life. One person in particular has made me feel young and beautiful. For me feeling beautiful is rare. Even when I was actually 19 I never felt like I was beautiful. I stand 5'5" tall. I'm very slender at 120 pounds. I'm not well endowed. My bra size is a 36A. I have two features which I feel are good and I'm proud of. The first is my hair which is very dark with natural red highlights that come out best in the summertime. My hair is straight with a very subtle wave and falls to my ass. My ass is in my opinion the sexiest thing on my body. My hips are pretty round and shapely which gives my butt an ample shape. When JC started to work at the bookstore we became friends right away. We worked in the back room of the store most of the time. The bookstore bought back thousands of books from the students of the university at the end of each semester. Sorting, pricing and shelving books are tasks that fell on me and a select few between terms. The semester JC worked he was one of the people given the task. In order to keep the task of getting book ready for the upcoming term without it getting to monotonous we generally take pop shots at one another. Without the jokes this job would be pretty much unbearable. JC as it turned out was a hell of a joker. And most of his jokes were innuendoes. I can't remember a summer when I laughed so much at work. He really made the chore almost enjoyable. One day JC and I decided to grab lunch together at the Koney Island which had opened that summer just a few doors away from the bookstore. We sat in a booth and started talking a little about ourselves. I was amazed at how much we had in common. We shared a lot of the same views on a variety of topics such as religion and things as trivial as music. We also had one thing in common that I was shocked that I could admit to him. We were both incredibly sexually frustrated. JC had just turned 19. I think young men at that age are perpetually frustrated about sex. So I wasn't surprised at all that he was. But I was surprised at how easily I could admit my frustration to him. I am a very physical woman. And I had just come out of a very long a passionate relationship. I'm not a sex addict, but going from having sex and intimacy everyday to nothing at all was a shock to my system that I didn't enjoy at all. I saw a glint of humor and lust flash in JC's dark brown eyes as I made this admission to him. For some reason his expression made me blush and feel the rush of arousal course through me. He laughed a got up from the booth to pay his bill. I knew my nipples were jutting through my shirt without even looking down. Since I have such small breasts I rarely wear a bra in the summer. They're itchy and uncomfortable when I'm hot and sweating. That just happened to be a day when I was braless. I sat a moment longer watching him walk up to the counter. His ass, thighs and calves were firm from countless hours on rollerblades. I groaned, frustrated. I would have to return to work turned on. I paid my bill and we walked back to work. The remainder of my shift was torture. I knew my nipples were visible from a mile away. JC was relentless with the innuendo. I knew he was aware of my arousal and he was fucking with me. At one point I was placing a book on a shelf in the backroom. He walked up close behind me. Close enough for me to feel the bulge in his jeans and his hot breath on my neck. His arm reach around me and he pinched my left nipple hard then twisted the right. I clenched me teeth and held my breath to repress the moan of pleasure that rose in my throat. He laughed and walked away. I smiled to myself. He was as uncomfortable as I was. I was both relieved and a little let down that he left an hour before my shift ended. I worked my ass off for that last hour. I accomplished a lot and my arousal had lessened a bit. I knew that the summer was going to be long hot one in many ways. I stopped at my favorite café on my way home. JC was sitting there looking smug with a glass of iced tea in his hand. I pretended not to notice him and went into the shop. I was flustered again. I knew he was waiting for me out there on the patio. I spent countless hours in that coffee shop and had never seen him in there before. I look through the window as I stood in line. God he looked good in that t-shirt. The way it conformed to his muscles sent a tingle through me. I generally wasn't attracted to guys so much younger than me. But JC had something about him. The way he carried himself was alluring. His tight Hispanic curl was begging me to run my fingers through it. My clit was throbbing as I ordered my iced tea. I felt his eyes upon me as I gave the cashier my money and waited for change. I sat alone on the patio. Trying to make it seem as if I were waiting for someone. I checked my watch and fidgeted a lot. I looked around looking for my nonexistent friend. I knew JC was watching me though I tried not to look over in his direction. My eyes did wander to him constantly. Every time I looked in his direction I noticed some feature that I was hungry for. His smooth dark skin glistened with sweat. His full lips were turned up in a mischievous smile. I was sure he knew that I wasn't waiting for anyone. And I knew he was still aware of my frustration. And he was gorgeous. It was getting to be too much. I pulled a book out of my bag and pretended to read. In my state however I found it impossible to focus on the words on the pages. I was concentrating so hard on trying to read that I didn't see JC leave his table. He went inside to get a refill on his tea. Then made his way to my table. I didn't notice him sit close behind me. But I did feel his breath on my neck as he leaned in close to my ear. I shivered despite the heat of the evening. "It looks like you've been stood up," he whispered playfully. "Yeah," was all I could muster. His nearness was intoxicating. "Would you like some company?" He chuckled as he ran an ice cube along the base of my neck. He chuckled again when I gasped and shivered. I put my book down and leaned back in my chair. JC ran his long fingers through my hair. I love having my hair played with. I sighed from the pleasure of the tingle that went through my body. His hands were gentle as he brushed my hair with his fingers. He pushed my hair aside; he freed every strand that stuck to my neck. A breeze blew on my skin. It felt exquisite. "You have a lovely neck," JC whispered in my ear. He ran his tongue from the base of my neck to the base of my skull. "Milky white, with just the right amount of salty." My breathing had become a little heavy. He was teasing me relentlessly. His tongue felt wonderful. His soft lips and teeth nibbled on my skin, tickling me all the way down to my clitoris. I wanted him so bad. "Look at the time," he said. "I have to go. See you at work tomorrow." He teased my nipples a bit then stood up and left. I watched him leave. I wanted to hate him. I knew this was going to be a long summer. He wouldn't leave me be. I knew he was as horny as I was. Was it worth the frustration to get me all aroused then walk away? He was obviously enjoying his little game. I decided I would play along and see where it led. I walked into work the following morning wearing a flimsy sundress that was translucent in the right lighting. The kind of lighting only the sun would produce. The benefit of working in the backroom of a bookstore is that you don't have to wear a uniform. At this particular store there was pretty much no dress code. JC was there shelving books. He wore another one of those t-shirts that just clung to him perfectly. His jeans were better fitting than usual. His hair was pulled back as neatly as possible, which I knew wasn't easy with his curls. He looked me over with a smug look on his face. I saw a bit of a gleam in his eyes. I knew he was going to fuck with me just as much if not more than he had the previous day. I had every intention of playing his game. "I think we should go to the Koney Island again today," I suggested. "Those fries were awesome. And I liked the pickles too." He simply nodded and continued to work. I stood close behind him on tip-toes and blew in his ear softly. "You're not the only one who can play games," I whispered. I ran my finger lightly down the curve of his graceful back to his butt. He leaned into my touch. I walked away. I was determined to have him. I would do anything I could to make the desire mutual. Our eyes met many times throughout the course of the morning. It was satisfying to see his pupils dilate when I brushed up against him randomly. He retaliated whenever he passed by me. Discreetly brushing my nipple or pinching. He grabbed my ass and commented on it. He laughed every time I had to stifle a moan. I was going to have him before I went to bed that night. That was my determination. We took the same booth we had the previous day at lunch time. I felt I could be more open at the restaurant than I could be at work. I slipped my foot out of my sandal and placed it between his legs. I was pleased to feel the bulge under the high arch of my foot. I stared in his choc lately eyes and watched his pupils get big. His radiant grin was full of frustration and pleasure. I rubbed his hard-on with my foot, feeling his cock move inside his pants. JC wrapped his hands around my bare calf. He massaged the muscles in my leg and worked his way to my foot. His agile fingers worked the arch of my foot. He knew just where to put pressure to send the sensation straight up my leg and to my crotch. I smiled daringly at him. He returned my smile. "Your skin is like fine silk," he commented casually. He was good with words. My heart fluttered. "I would like to explore more of it." I smiled and responded, "I'm sure you would. What makes you think the feeling is mutual? You're practically a baby and I'm no cradle robber." He reached under my skirt and rubbed the outside of my panties. "Your body is telling me otherwise." He slipped his fingers past the fabric of my underwear and rubbed my clit. I moaned softly. He withdrew his fingers and sucked my juices from them. "But if I am just a baby, what would I know?" I let out an exasperated sigh and picked at my food. My hunger at the moment was not for the Caesar salad in front of me. JC ate his food quickly, smiling at me with his intense eyes. I felt I couldn't work in the state a second day in a row. I excused my self and headed for the restroom. I sat on the toilet and rubbed my clit vigorously until I came all over my fingers. I felt only a little relieved as I washed my hands. I went directly to the cashier and paid my bill. I noticed that JC had also left the table. I smiled wondering if he was taking care of himself. I went back to work without him. I was standing on a stool shelving books when he finally caught up with me. We were alone in the aisle. I think we may have been alone in the backroom. He grabbed my leg and hugged my thigh tightly with one arm. His free hand tickled my inner thigh leading up to my still wet panties. "You're not getting off that easily," he teased. This time he buried his long fingers inside me. I had to bit my lip to keep from moaning too loud. "I'm going to keep you nice and wet until we leave here." "And I'll make sure your dick is about ready to fall off," I retorted. "Do you really want to be hard for the next three hours?" His only response was to laugh and stroll away. I laughed too and sighed. What was I getting into? JC was a relentless tease. I wondered if he really meant to keep me aroused for that long. I wondered if I could keep him hard. There was only one way to I caught him alone in an aisle pulling some books that belonged on the floor. I pushed him up against the shelf and reached around his waist. His cock jutted into my hand through his jeans. I rubbed it, loving the way it responded to my touch. I stepped away and he turned to face me. He gripped my waist and our lips met. It was a brief but intense kiss. I sucked on his bottom lip roughly. He tasted so good. The bulge ground into my pubic bone. I wanted him so bad. He glanced around to be sure we were still alone. Then he reached down the front of my skirt. "Good, still wet," he breathed heavily. The next time I went into the restroom he followed me. He locked the door to be sure we wouldn't be disturbed. I felt a thrill of curiosity rush through me. I was also nervous because of what it would mean if we were caught. He pushed me to lean over the sink. Lifted my skirt and pulled my panties down. I watched in the mirror as he got to his knees. The cool air of the air conditioning caressed my wet labia. And his hot breath warmed me through. He licked and sucked on my clit. His tongue penetrated me. I pushed my hips towards him. He pulled away and stood up just as I was about to cum. I whimpered and turned to face him. He grabbed a handful of my hair and kissed me hungrily. I tasted myself on his lips and tongue. My own scent and taste heightened my arousal. My clit was throbbing, it almost hurt. I left the restroom before him and gave him the all clear, as it was the women's room. "Are you still unsure of your mutuality?" JC teased. I just glared at him, knowing my hungry was burning in my hazel eyes. "I thought so." The teasing continued for the rest of the day. He dished it out and took it with a smile. Every chance I got I rubbed against him and was pleased he was still hard. If he caught me on a ladder his fingers sought my wetness. We kissed a few times. I was in a very frazzled state when I left for the evening. He was too. It was my turn to get out first. So I went to the coffee shop and waited for him. I was pretty certain he'd find me there. The next hour was hell. My crotch ached to be touched. My nipples were hard as rocks. I sipped my tea and kept looking for him. It seemed days had passed when JC sauntered to where I was sitting. Once again he pulled a chair up close behind me. "I can't get you out of my head," he whispered. "The way you move. You swing your hips and your skirt just dances around your legs. It's hot." I smiled and stretched. "You've been on my mind a lot as well." I turned in my chair to face him. I stroked his cheek softly and traced his jaw with my fingertips. I pulled him to me and kissed him passionately. His fingers locked in my hair holding me to him. We hungrily explored each other's mouths. He probed my mouth with his tongue and I accepted his kiss eagerly. I sucked on his lips and his tongue. His teeth sank into my bottom lip. I tasted the salt of my blood it fired the passion that was growing inside of me. I couldn't stand it much longer. I pushed him away and headed for my car. He followed. I was dizzy from the hormones that surged inside of my body. I felt my wetness trickle down my inner thigh. I wanted him to take me right then and there, but I could wait until we were safe inside of my apartment. My foot was led on the accelerator as I drove to my place. JC didn't let up on the teasing when we were in the car. His hand found my clit and rolled it. He probed me and rubbed my lips. I was surprised he didn't cause me to get into an accident. Safe in my apartment I pushed him against the wall roughly. I kissed him while I undid his pants. My hands fumbled with the zipper. He chuckled behind the kiss. When I finally freed his hard hot cock from the confines of his jeans I gasped. He was longer and thicker than any guy I'd been with before. I knew from the bulge he had earlier that he was well endowed, but I hadn't expected this. He seemed to sense my surprise and pushed me away. He took my hand and led me to the sofa. He laid me gently onto the soft plush cushions and knelt between my legs. I wanted him inside of me despite the fact that I was nervous. I opened my legs for him as far as the sofa would allow. I was already very wet from the day of relentless teasing. He tore my panties off of me. We both laughed surprised at our eagerness. "Take me JC," I demanded. He smiled and pushed the head of his cock into me. My lips parted and hugged him as he slid into my gently. I felt the entire length of his shaft embedded inside me. He filled me completely. He pulled back and thrust forward. I gasped. He pulled out and thrust again. The tip of his cock hit my cervices. It was slightly painful and incredible at the same time. I rose to meet him next time he thrust forward. I wrapped my arms around him and held him to me. Our mouths were locked together as our hips pulled apart and met in sync. The waves of pleasure rolled over me every time our hips met. The first time I came it was so intense tears spilled from my eyes and my cry echoed off the walls of the living room. I t was ecstasy. I felt like I had been waiting my whole life for that orgasm. After the first time I came I orgasmed easily. That's the way it usually happens with me. The first orgasm heightens the sensations and brings on more orgasms. JC seemed pleased with this discovery. He moaned softly every time the walls of my sex clenched around his cock. He increased the pace of his hips. His vigor increased as he neared his own orgasm. Every time his cock hit my cervices I cried out. Every time I cried out he thrust harder. I was bordering on the verge of torment and rapture. He thrust hard one last time an orgasm exploded inside me. It tore through my entire body. I felt him cum inside me. His cock pulsated and jerked inside of me. He collapsed on my chest and we clung to each other. "God you are an amazing woman," he said still breathing heavily. "Let's move to the bedroom. My roommate will be home soon," I suggested. We hastily grabbed our clothes and went to the bedroom. "Now I'll show you how amazing I am." I pushed him to sit on the edge of the bed. I knelt between his knees and looked at his cock. It was starting to get hard again. I tickled it lightly with my fingertips. I watch I grow rigid. The scent of his must filled my nostrils. I inhaled deeply. I bent to kiss the head of JC's penis. I enjoyed the skin of a man's penis on my tongue. The skin was so soft and smooth. His cock began to grow as it got harder. I teased it with my tongue. I kissed the tip and licked the precum, savoring the salty flavor. The taste of myself mingled with his sweat was tantalizing. I licked the length of his cock from the base to the tip of the head teasingly. His cock jerked as it hardened. I could feel the heat of his passion radiating from his penis. I wrapped my hand around the shaft and moved it up and down the full length. I teased the tip of his head with my tongue and I stroked him. He moaned softly and grabbed my hair. I parted my lips as he pushed my head. I took more of his cock into my mouth, sucking softly. I continued to lick him as I sucked. His grunts and moans were soft but filled my ears. He guided my head as I licked and sucked. My hand grasped the base of his cock. I moved my hand with my mouth, unable to take him in completely. I used my free hand to play with his balls. I massaged them gently and rubbed his scrotum with my index finger. He clenched my hair tightly when I did this. His grip on my hair made me feel giddy inside. I continued to rub his scrotum and his moans got louder. I felt his balls tighten in my hand. I sucked his cock harder. Licking faster. His grip on my hair tightened more and he pushed my head down. His semen shot to the back of my throat in a white hot explosion. His moan of ecstasy filled the room. I felt my own arousal reawaken inside of me. One Hot Summer I looked up at him. Sweat glistened on his skin. The setting sun cast a golden glow on his face. The light that filled the room was rosy orange. JC was smiling at me. He looked like a god in a Greek painting. The light even made his curly hair appear as a halo. I sat next to him on the bed. He kissed me slowly. There was no rush now. With our original frustration taken care of we could take our time. I knew the summer would be a hot one. It was wonderful to feel 19 again. One Hot Summer It was one of those hot summer days, you know, the kind where no matter how many layers you remove, you're still sweating bullets? The type where there is not a bottle of water big enough or any lake cold enough or any fan fast enough? It was definitely one of those days, and even without the thermometer pasted to the upstairs window, you could definitely tell the temperature- there was a half-naked girl splayed out on the second-story deck of the large, suburban Tyler home, and she was covered in sweat that made her body glisten in the blaring sunlight. Her perfectly rounded c-cup breasts were splayed out over her sun-darkened ribcage, not a tan line in sight. A tiny thong panty- was it a bikini bottom or lingerie? - covered an obviously bare pussy, keeping the image rated R. And the best part of this entire scene was that it was being enjoyed thoroughly by none other than me, the girl's older, perverted brother. Yeah, okay. I'm sick. But what can you expect from a nympho college kid? I just spent the last semester three hours away at a university stuffed with uptight dickheads, nerdy feminist freaks, and wholesome hotties that wanted nothing to do with my cock. You can't blame me for jacking off to my sexy younger sister. The only consolation is that she's eighteen, so you can't call me a pedophile or anything. Anyway, so I'm standing in my bedroom, one hand prying the blinds open so I can watch this beautiful creature (I call her Lauren) slather bronzing lotion onto her firm tits and bare ass, the other hand tightly wrapped around my cock. I can't lie, I'm pretty well-hung; eight inches at least, and I know from experience that most girls can't fit their hand around it. Yeah, it's huge. I like to keep it shaved, just in case, but lately it hasn't been seeing much other than the plaid fabric of my boxers, or my calloused palm. Probably more of the latter. Living with an unbelievably hot teenage girl has raped me of all self control. I don't think it's a bad thing. I've got my mom's $50 hand lotion slathered over the beast and it's pretty much all over my carpet too, but this shit was way too good to miss. Since you're probably here for Lauren and not so much myself, and I'm pretty sure you don't want to hear about my jack session, let me just fill you in on the last couple of weeks. Before I left for college in the fall, Lauren was pretty homely. She had the whole too-short-jeans and striped socks thing going on, and I wanted to rip those braces off her teeth. All she ever did was read those fucking fantasy dragon books and shit. Her friends were pretty hot though and she got pretty pissed when I fucked one of them in her bed over the holiday break. It was frickin worth it though, and the girl (I think her name was Molly? Or maybe Holly) drove up to campus a few times and we fucked like farm animals. But she got tired of it and started fucking this other guy, so that was cool with me. She was into those dragon books anyways. So that was pretty much all the pussy my cock got to see in my freshman year at the university. I drove home a few days after my last class and when I got there, mom and dad greeted me in the driveway with hugs and kisses and all that shit. So we're catching up ("Jake, honey, what were your term grades?") and all of a sudden I see this tanned babe with piles of long, blonde, wavy hair going right for me! What the fuck! She's got her slender, freckled arms wrapped around my neck and she smells like coconuts and she's in the skimpiest bikini I've ever seen. So she stops hugging me for a minute and when I get past the makeup and straight white teeth I see my little sister. Damn is she hot! What the fuck happened? So my dick is getting hard because Lauren's got her pelvis grinding into me and her huge tits are barely covered by her black bikini top, and I'm getting nervous that she'll feel it and get sicked out. But instead she responds to its pokes by grinding into it even harder, and all the time she's running her mouth and asking me dumb questions and exclaiming and squealing and all that shit. But in her green eyes I can see a knowing glimmer and something told me she grew up just a little bit. So every fucking day of my measly existence in this goddamned house I've spent with my pants around my ankles, my cock in my hand, and my eyes glued to Lauren's body. But I guess I have to be honest and say that my fixation on Lauren isn't driven by the fact that she's ridiculously hot; it's because she's my sister. Something about the dirty, completely nasty, totally wrong idea of fucking my own sister's brains out really puts me over the edge. I've never wanted to stick my dick in anyone so bad. "Holy shit, Jake, your cock is huge!" Just as I came, Lauren burst into my bedroom with a towel covering her body- and she watched me finish with a huge grin on her face. "Jesus Christ Lauren, get the fuck out of my room!" I yelled at her while scrambling to wipe up my cum and pull up my boxers. She just stood there, leaning against the door frame with her towel riding up over her hip, smirking. "So is this a daily habit, jacking off to your innocent little sister?" She took a few steps into the room towards the bed, where I was sitting and trying to keep my dick down. Being this close to her, knowing she was naked under that towel, had me thinking graphic thoughts again... like her bent over the kitchen table and my dick ramming her tight pussy.... Damn it all, I was hard again. "I uh... well... damn it Lauren, you're the one who tans topless! What the fuck am I supposed to do?" I was blushing now, but my cock was pretty shameless. Lauren sat down next to me, holding the towel to her chest. Her bare leg was pressed up against mine, and I could feel the heat of the sun lingering on her skin. "Does mom know you use her Estee Lauder hand cream for that?" She giggled, her tits jiggling with her laughter. Yeah, I was definitely hard. "Get the fuck out, Laur," I said, standing up... and totally showing her my hard on- completely unintentional, and completely embarrassing. "Damn, kid. Molly was right when she said your cock was huge." So her name was Molly. That girl had the tightest pussy... "Why the fuck are you talking to your friends about that shit?" "Well I got over you two soiling my bed pretty fast, brother of mine. But I figured out that my friends were fucking you and I'd never even kissed a guy, so I was curious... and I definitely caught up to them these last few months, but honest to god... I've never seen a dick as big as yours." She was visibly horny. The more she talked the more she squirmed. She took me by surprise when she stood up and dropped her towel, but I definitely wasn't complaining. Lauren took a few steps towards me, her firm, bare tits barely moving, and I could smell the tanning oil on her skin. "I know you don't think of me as a sex goddess or anything," (yeah right, I was thinking), "but you should know I do have a competitive streak. It kills me to think that a slut like Molly fucked my brother, and I haven't." She reached out to touch my chest, dragging her finger down and through my treasure trail. What the fuck was she doing? I grabbed her arm and held it by her face, provoking a little yelp from the naked girl. I thought about my options. "Lauren, if you think I'm going to make love to you, you're wrong." Her face fell and she blushed. I tried to retain my laughter. "I didn't make love to Molly, I fucked her raw. If you want to get on her level, you have to take this cock like she did." Without her approval, I used my grasp on her arm to throw her down onto my bed. I ripped off her tiny thong- it was a bikini bottom, not lingerie like I'd thought before- and took in the sight of the prettiest little pussy I'd ever seen. It looked like it belonged to a ten-year-old girl. Hairless, pink, and undeniably wet, I had a hard time keeping myself from just sticking it in her and goin' to town. I yanked down my boxers as she tried to recover from the fall and straddled her face, forcing my cock past her swollen lips. She tried pushing me away, placing her hands on my thighs, but I persisted. Eventually she wrapped her hand around my shaft and used her drool to pump her fist up and down in tandem with my thrusts. When I pressed my erection deep into her throat, she gagged around it and tears came to her eyes. Her cheeks were stretched to full capacity and she was fighting this every step of the way, but it was really getting me horny. I backed off a little bit so she could breathe and within a few seconds her resistance turned into horniness. She went down on me with fervor, sucking and spitting and pumping my cock- undeniably the best blow job I have ever had. I pushed her back onto the bed, wanting to gain control of the situation again. I grabbed Lauren by the hips and pulled her to the edge of the bed, where I was kneeling in front of it. I plunged a finger into her pussy, and it was so tight I thought it was her asshole. She squirmed a little as she adjusted to my finger, and I pumped it in and out of her, gliding past wet pussy lips. I dove into her mound face first, using my tongue to tease her pussy and really put her over the edge. I shoved another finger into her and stroked the inside of her as she grunted and kicked her legs in the air. I doubt any of her previous fuckbuddies treated her to oral like this. I licked and teased all around my fingers, and then I flicked my tongue over her clit. I pressed into the nub hard with my tongue, massaging it over her pelvic bone as I made come hither motions with the fingers stuffed in her pussy. I felt her muscles tense around my fingers as a freakishly intense orgasm ripped through her, and she screamed. I usually have a problem with screamers, but this was definitely the sexiest orgasm noise I'd ever heard. I kept lapping at her pussy, pumping my fingers slowly until she finished writhing beneath me. Before she could recover I stood up and placed the head of my cock right between her wet pussy lips, rubbing it up and down her slit. Every time it touched her clit she'd jump like she'd just been electrocuted. I grabbed her ankles and placed them on my shoulders, and just as she started to open her mouth to say something, I slammed my eight-inch dick into her tiny teenage pussy. She yelped in pain and surprise as her tight cunt adjusted to my length and girth. I looked into her eyes for the first time and saw a fire there. She wanted me to fuck her like an animal. I pulled my dick out, and slid back in without using my hands, just to tease her. She squirmed, and cried out every time I shoved it back in. Then I started pumping slowly, her head lolling to one side as her whole body was rocked by my movements. Her tits jiggled and her hard nipples made little circles with each thrust. I built up the momentum, grunting as we slammed together. She gripped my dick with her pussy, she was so fucking wet and tight, and I was really lucky I had just jacked off or I wouldn't have made it this far. Just as she looked like she was about to cum all over me, I pulled out and flipped her over so her little ass was in the air. I kneeled on the bed and got up behind her, as she suddenly pulled herself up from all fours into a kneeling position to mimic mine and used her hand to stick my cock inside her. This time she did all the work, sliding her pussy up and down my shaft as I grabbed her tits with one hand and rubbed her pussy with the other. We were fucking hard and fast, and she was getting louder and louder- grunting and groaning, moaning my name, screaming when my balls would slap her clit. I pushed her down so her face was pressed into the sheets, and grabbed her long hair in one hand. I pulled it as I fucked her, her pussy making slurping noises when I slid in and out. She was making the loudest, hottest sounds ever. I smacked an ass cheek as I humped her, evoking a startled yelp. I spanked Lauren's ass harder and harder as I fucked her, sending the skin into a state of bright red pain. She liked it. All of a sudden my balls tightened up and just as I was about to spill my cum inside her, she pushed me off of her. She couldn't have weighed more than 110 lbs., but in my state of shock and complete sexual abandon she somehow got me on my back. She straddled my dick, placing the shaft between her lips and sliding up and down to tease me and stimulate her clit. Her wetness squished around my dick and I reached up to grab her perfect tits, squeezing them and mashing them against her chest. Finally she positioned herself over the head of my dick and in one quick thrust, took the entire thing inside her. She sat on my cock and began slowly rocking herself against me, rubbing her clit into my pelvic bone. She was getting herself really worked up and I liked the slower pace. I grabbed her ass and ground up into her, making her squeal. Her breasts were thrust in my face so I sucked on them and squeezed them hard. Lauren leaned back, putting her hands on my ankles and exposing the most amazing view of my cock in that tight little pussy, with her clit right above it. I reached up to rub her clit as she simultaneously massaged my balls from behind, and we rocked together. Just when I knew she was about to come, I deepened my thrusts as well as my strokes on her clit, and her body went into intense spasms. Her pussy gripped my dick hard, rippling around it and pulling me deeper. As her body slowed down and she recovered, I pulled her upright and began slamming into her as hard as I could, grunting and groaning. I slammed into her, one, two, three, and felt hot spurts of cum flow through my dick and into her. She kept sliding up and down my dick as I kept cumming, and I started to feel myself grow softer. She slid off me, rolling over onto the bed, gasping for air. Beads of sweat covered her body, just like they did when she laid out in the sun, and a smile crept over my face. "Well, I guess I know what Molly was talking about now," Lauren exclaimed with laughter. "Sis," I gasped, "Molly wasn't half as good as you." I rolled over to face her, and buried my face in the crescent of her neck. I kissed the skin there, and then I kissed her lips. "I guess I'll have to tan more often!" Lauren laughed. "Or you can just skip that part and come fuck me," I said, running my hand over her body and playing with her nipples. She rolled over onto her side so we were spooning, and pressed her ass into my hardening dick. "Like right now?" Needless to say, that summer and every summer afterwards never involved me jacking off. One Hot Summer - BJ Lesson Author's note: This is a pretty tame and downright cliché story to introduce. But I had to write about the summer in college that was literally the hottest, and one of the most sex filled you could imagine. I will be submitting a few more stories from the same summer, but I had to start somewhere. I hope you enjoy. And please comment. *** One summer in college, I shared an apartment with two brunettes and a redhead. {I thought about writing the story with a blonde, a brunette, and a redhead, but it would have lost some authenticity.} Truly, one of the brunettes was my girlfriend. Jill was tall, with long curly hair, and amazing breasts. The other two were her best friends from class. Missy, a curvaceous party girl, had long curly red hair, with blue eyes and freckles to match. And Liz was a petite athlete with smaller tits, but a great ass and runner's legs. The apartment was pretty shitty, since it was college housing. It was a three bedroom, with a tiny kitchen, and no air conditioning. The lack of air conditioning really sucked, given that it was the hottest summer we'd ever experienced. The only upside was that we all dressed pretty minimally, trying to stay cool. The girls got pretty used to me hanging around shirtless, in my lacrosse shorts. And I had the pleasure of them wearing daisy-duke cut-offs and bikini tops constantly. Each of us had a part time job, and one or two summer classes. But there was a lot of time spent lounging around, and the usual college partying. Jill and I were screwing like jack-rabbits, given our steady relationship. Some weekend days we'd do it seven or eight times, easy. Missy was totally single, and Liz had a boy friend from high-school who still lived back home. Every once in a while Missy would hook up with somebody, but she was far from a slut. And Liz marveled at the frequency of other's sexual escapades, playing the innocent card. But she was actually quite the horny nympho type, and probably jealous. We had our share of close calls, and plenty of temptation. Every time I crossed paths with one of the towel-clad girls on the way in or out of the only bathroom, my mind raced to the gutter. Jill and I were fucking so often, it wasn't unusual for one of the other girls to walk in on us. One night, Jill, Missy and I were sitting around getting the scoop on Missy's latest date. She was insisting that she had only given him a blowjob, but hadn't yet had sex with him. We argued that she was lying; not believing anyone would stop there. "...But, you didn't want to fuck him?" Jill asked with a strong tone of skepticism. "I do. But, not just yet." Missy replied. "I think he was OK with a blowjob though. Believe me!" I had been quiet for a minute, but decided to chime in, "I'd be OK with a blowjob." "Shut up. Like you don't get it enough," Jill cut me off. "I do. But, I never get blowjobs," I argued. The fact was, even though Jill and I had tons of sex, we had very little oral sex. It was almost like we didn't want to take the time. Crazy, looking back. I know. "Whatever!" Jill tried to deflect. "Wait. Wait. What?" Missy asked curiously. "I never get blowjobs. I can't remember the last time," I replied, honestly. "Are you kidding?" Missy asked in disbelief. Her question directed at Jill, not me. "Shut up. Don't listen to him," Jill insisted. Missy looked at me, and the look on my face must have said it all. She crossed the room, and pushed her way onto the couch, next to Jill. She curled her legs up underneath her, like she was getting ready to listen to a campfire ghost story. "Soooo....why won't you suck his dick?" she eagerly quizzed. Jill sighed, relenting, "I don't know. I do......just not very often." "Do you not like it?" Missy was like a little kid, with never ending questions. "I don't know.....It's OK." Jill replied, "Obviously not as much as you!" At this point, it was pure entertainment value for me. Admittedly, the subject was giving me a stiffy. But I was also purely entertained by my usually sex crazed girlfriend seeming prudish, and on the defensive. "I do like it." Missy said. "Are you grossed out by it or something?" "No." "Well, what then? ...Blow jobs are fun. The guy likes it, and you can do it whenever." "I dunno....maaaaybeee...," Jill hesitated, "...I don't think I'm very good at it. So I'd rather do other stuff." "What?!" Missy shouted, "That's no excuse....how can you not be good at it?" Looking at me, "You don't think she's good?" "Whoa. I never said that." We all sat quiet for a second. And then Missy very matter of fact announced, "Well, there's only one way to get better..." "That's what I'm talking about!" My response earned me a swat from Jill. "Seriously," Missy insisted. "No. I don't know what I'm doing." Jill said, looking for an excuse. Another awkward pause, except this time I was smart enough to keep my mouth shut. Finally, Missy offered, "Then I'll teach you." "What?! ...You're crazy!" Jill argued. "What...you want me to suck on a banana or something?" "No. On Pat....Then he can tell you what's good." "No way!" "Come on," Missy insisted, "It's not like I haven't seen you two doin it before." By this time, my eyes were bugging out of my head in disbelief. And my hard-on was doing the same thing in my shorts. Missy and I both stared at Jill. "What... Now?" Jill rolled her eyes, as Missy took her beer bottle out of her hand, and set both their drinks on the coffee table. She slid the table over a few feet, sat back down, and pointed to the floor at my feet. "Come on." Missy ordered. Jill reluctantly slid to the floor, and sat on one hip. Missy slid closer to me, her bikini clad breasts brushing against my arm. Jill had a hold of my rapidly hardening cock, through the fabric of my shorts. Both girls were as visibly aroused as I was, with hard nipples poking through their bikini tops. Jill massaged the handful she had of my shorts, enough that the head of my cock escaped my waistband. Jill looked up at me with a smart assed grin, "I suppose you're OK with this?" I looked down at my groin, and smiled wide. Suddenly, Missy's finger tips slid along my stomach and I felt chills run down my spine. She hooked her fingers around my waistband, and pulled them back to reveal the entire package. She looked at Jill, and nodded at my shorts. Jill took the hint, and reached a hand along either side of my hips, taking a handful of waistband in each. I lifted my butt off the seat, as my girlfriend pulled my shorts to the floor. I sat there, naked, and finally realized what was happening. Jill shifted to her knees and sat on her feet, and her luscious breasts hung between my knees. Missy rolled to her knees beside me on the couch. Her breasts were a touch bigger than Jill's; but both girls had beautiful, round C cups. Now Missy's were staring me in the face, barely contained in her bikini. There was no mistaking the look on her face, as she stared at my cock. I looked down at Jill, who appeared to be patiently awaiting instructions from her teacher. "OK...let's see what ya got," Missy ordered. Jill breathed a quick sigh, and took my cock in her hand. Just as she opened her mouth and started to lower her head, Missy interrupted. "Wait, wait!....You don't just start right in." I realized I was holding my breath in anticipation, and let out a deep exhale. "Oh, good grief," Jill complained. "Come on, if you want to do it right...do it right." Missy continued, "Just start with some kissing, or playing with him a bit....Ya have to build him up." Jill was slowly massaging my cock, and then lowered her head to my chest. She began little pecks around my chest, and up to my neck. As she leaned over, her breasts pressed into my crotch. I wanted to immediately start fucking her tits, and throw her to the floor, but I knew this would be worth the wait. As she kissed her way down my stomach, I stretched my arms over my head and looked up to the ceiling. Missy was staring at my face with an evil grin. She looked back down at Jill, and as I settled my arms back down, my hand found a home on Missy's hip. "Ooh, I know.....Try this..." Missy offered. And she placed her hand on my chest. She curled her fingers and then lightly scratched her nails down my stomach. The chills shot through my body, and I tried not to show how good Missy's touch felt. Jill reached both hands up to my chest, and repeated the motion. Her nails traced down my stomach, and as they crossed my groin I melted into the couch. She continued down my thighs a bit, as my body tensed with pleasure. Taking my cock in her hand again, Jill's warm lips finally found my cock. She began slowly bobbing her head up and down, about half of my length. I settled my head back again, to enjoy myself, and saw Missy once again staring. She had one finger curled to her lip, lightly biting her nail as if trying to make a big decision. As I looked over her breasts, I casually slid my hand down her back, and then brought it to rest on her knee, which was folded beneath her. "OK, that's not bad," Missy critiqued, as she shifted to her knees. She leaned way over, elbows on her knees, and innocently rested her hands on my hip. Her face hovered just a foot over my crotch, getting a close up of the action. "What are you doing with your tongue?" Jill looked up, and took a breath, "What? I dunno." "Well, you need to lick too." My hand was caressing Missy's back, and as Jill looked up at me, I hoped she didn't care. Then she started licking me like a lollipop. "Wait," Jill stopped herself, "you mean like this, or while it's in my mouth?" Missy nodded enthusiastically, "Yeah! All that!" Jill sighed, closed her eyes, and resumed licking my aching cock. First she continued licking at my head, and then closed her mouth over it, wiggling her tongue around inside. I was really starting to enjoy myself, and Missy had noticed. She raised her ass off her heels, and shifted her knees back. Her ass was arched in the air behind her, but her upper body rested on her elbows, and her breasts hung by my side. She could have set her chin on my hip as she watched, but instead she turned to see my reactions. I wasn't sure what I was going to get away with as my hand reached for her ass. But she leaned it in to me. And as Jill worked over my cock head, I clutched and full handful of Missy's round ass. "You like that?" Missy asked, and startled my eyes open. I thought she was commenting about my grabbing her ass, but she nodded at Jill who was looking up at me with a mouthful. "Oh...yeah." I murmured. "OK, now mix it up a little," Missy instructed. "Uh, like what?" Jill asked, staring at me. "Lick all over...use your hands...." Missy explained, "just don't do the same thing over and over." Jill resumed her work, and Missy added, "...and don't forget his balls." Jill huffed, and rolled her eyes at Missy like she had too much to do. "And do it all at once, too." Missy ordered, giggling. Jill laughed, "Fuck you! You do it!" My mind raced, wondering if that was the moment ...and it was. Missy grabbed my wet cock, and held it tight. "I'll do it," she claimed, "I'll show you what I mean." "Be my guest," Jill offered, straightening herself up. She was half calling Missy's bluff, and half asking her to take over the workload. Missy slid her fist down to the base of my rigid cock, turned her head sideways to look right at Jill. She lowered her mouth, licking sideways from the tip right to her hand, like she was wetting the rolling paper of a big cigarette. Jill raised her eyebrows, and bit her lower lip. I didn't know if she was turned on, or nervous about her friend licking her boyfriend, or both. I stared into her eyes, and when she finally looked up at me, she was visibly relieved to see me return her gaze. I tried to focus on her, instead of the incredible sensation Missy was giving me as she stroked my cock with her hand and licked its bulbous head at the same time Just as I was starting to squirm from Missy's expertise, she stopped suddenly. "You try it." Missy ordered. I was now in heaven, and it was getting better by the minute. Jill mimicked all of Missy's technique masterfully, and I was really building up. My hands wandered over both the girls. One squeezing Missy's ass, while the other cupped Jill's breast between my legs. They really had me nearing the edge, and I started to resist a bit. I tried to take a little control, reaching for Jill's body as they traded off and on. But Missy wouldn't let me. "You guys are incredible," I begged, "I can't take this anymore." "OK, we need to slow down a bit," Missy was back to teaching. "Oh my God," I sighed. "Let's tease him a bit." Missy instructed, as she sat up and reached an arm behind her back. I watched in slow motion as she tugged the string of her bikini, and pulled the top away from her chest. Her round breasts bounced for a second as the soft, smooth flesh blossomed into view. Her nipples had already been erect, but the pink protrusions on her pale breast made a nice contrast from the heavily freckled skin on her upper chest and shoulders. Jill still had a grip on my throbbing cock, and released it as she sat back to reveal her own exquisite rack. Missy nearly pushed her aside as she slid down between my legs. She hovered over my lap, and carefully dragged her nipples along my inner thigh, and up over my groin. The light sensation gave me the shivers once again. "Try this," Missy instructed, as she gathered her ample bosom in her hands. She set her chest on my lap, positioning my cock between her tits, and then slowly slid further down between my legs. "Oh, I know he likes that," Jill reassured her. Then she climbed up the couch, kneeling next to me. She leaned over, pressed her chest to my face, and squeezed her breasts together between her upper arms. I was smothered, and in pure delight. Missy was increasing the tempo with which she stroked me with her tits. And I tried to lick and suck at every inch of Jill's perfect set. Jill pecked a kiss on top of my head, and purred softly, "You doin OK, baby?" "I think I'm gonna explode," I stammered between breaths. Jill released my face from her bosom, and kissed her way down my stomach. As my cockhead appeared again between the tops of Missy 's breasts, Jill lashed out with her tongue. She forced her mouth over me, and pushed Missy out of the way with her shoulder. She worked her tongue over my entire length, soaking it with her saliva. She positioned herself back between my legs, and resumed the tit fucking that Missy had started. The fresh coat of saliva let my cock slide easily between her firm breasts, and I knew if she worked hard enough, Jill could make me cum right there. When I finally looked up, Jill was staring at me with a devilish grin. Next to her was her best friend, also on her knees. Missy was circling one of her nipples with her middle finger, and her other hand was at her mouth, again with one finger curled to her lips. She was staring at my cock as it penetrated between Jill's breasts. Suddenly reaching down, Missy palmed my stomach to steady herself as her mouth sought out my cock. When she found it, she consumed it, ending the tit-fucking session. I was disappointed for only a second, as Jill lowered her face to Missy's. She turned her head sideways, and licked along my shaft. I could see Jill's tongue against Missy's lips as the two girls devoured my cock. I felt Jill's hand on my thigh between my legs, and it quickly slid up to massage my balls. The girls began to alternate positions, with one on the head and one on the base of my cock. I couldn't tell whose mouth was doing what anymore. Nor did I care. It was sensory overload, and I was building to one hell of an orgasm. I was writhing with pleasure, and nearing the edge when Missy stopped the proceedings yet again. She positioned her face directly over me, and nodded for Jill to watch. Her tongue reached out and curled around the tip of my cock, and her mouth opened wide. She slowly slid her open mouth over me, keeping her tongue wrapped in a "u" around the shaft. When the tip of my cock hit the back of her mouth, her lips closed around it. The hot, wet sensation was unreal, and she bobbed her head a few times. The full contact caress of her tongue felt amazing. As Missy moved aside, Jill positioned herself to repeat the performance. Again I felt a hot tongue envelope my raging hardon. Again I watched as a mouth closed over me, and began to move. Jill sought to master this new technique, and it didn't take her long. Without thinking, my hand pawed for Missy's breast. I drew her hard nipple into my mouth, and my tongue resumed the swirling that her finger had been applying. Jill repositioned her lower body on the couch beside me, opposite where Missy was kneeling. She worked feverishly, massaging my entire cock with her tongue. My cockhead crashed into the back of her mouth, and I began to squirm. Missy laid herself down, and each girl had a hand on my hips, holding me down. I was almost there, and just wanted to release. As much as I enjoyed the view of these two girls working me over, I closed my eyes, trying to hang on as long as I could. The last bit of fight I had was washed away in an instant, as I felt a firm hot tongue probe into my balls. Jill's mouth still wrapped my cock, and Missy's tongue curled and twisted and massaged my balls. My ass raised off the couch, muscles clenched. Too much for the girls to hold onto, I bucked up into Jill's face. My orgasm erupted from deep within, and Jill forced her mouth over me as deep as she could go. The first stream hit the back of her throat, and filled her mouth. She tried desperately to swallow it all down, but the second load was too much. As my hot cum gushed from her lips, and oozed down my cock, Jill struggled to keep swallowing it all. It didn't matter, as her friend was there to catch what she missed. Missy lapped at the gobs of cum on my shaft, and sucked around it where she could reach. I went to another planet. My incredible orgasm seemed to last forever, and then not long enough. Two mouths worked over my spent cock, and gently licked at my balls, gathering every drop that was spilt. I was heaving and short of breath, struggling to recover. I couldn't believe what had just happened. Missy rolled to her back, resting her head on my hip. I watched her breasts settle to her chest, as she licked her lips. Jill stayed face down, resting her head on my stomach. "See...That was fun," Missy broke the silence. "So, you want more of that, huh?" Jill said, looking up at me, batting her long eyelashes. "Uh...yeah. I think we should definitely do more of that," I replied, stating the obvious. After a long pause, Missy offered an excellent idea, "Or....maybe we need to have some more lessons."