4 comments/ 54882 views/ 22 favorites The Crawl By: NightOwl64 ------------------------------------------------- WARNING! This is adult oriented fiction of a strong sexual nature. If you are under 18 years of age or easily offended by such material, then click your browser's BACK button now. The copyright of this story remains with the author, Night Owl. This posting does not give you the rights to post this on any website without obtaining the author's permission first. ------------------------------------------------- (Story Content: F, Self-bondage) "The best laid plans of mice and men gang aft a gley" - Robert Burns "Mmmmmmmmmmphhhhhhhh!" Soft, muffled moans were the only sounds Julie could make through the gag as she strained to wiggle forward another few inches. Rivers of sweat rolled off her naked body. The feeling of total helplessness was overwhelming -- and why wouldn't it be? After all, she had been hogtied in the woods for over an hour now, and there was still a long way to go before she could get to the tree stump and retrieve her escape knife. She stopped for a moment to let her aching muscles rest, and to give her poor breasts some relief from the dried pine needles that covered the forest floor like a blanket in every direction. "Why on earth did you have to tie yourself up so damn tight?" she thought. "An escape artist couldn't get out of these ropes without that knife, and at the rate you're going, you'll be stuck here all night, out here in the middle of no where!" ------------------------- As far as anyone knew, Julie Green had led a fairly quiet life, working for a small financial firm and spending much of her spare time hiking or camping up in the mountains. She considered self-bondage an unusual, but harmless vice she chose to indulge in, and she was getting quite proficient at tying herself up. First she would bind her legs together with two pieces of nylon rope, then gag her mouth with some cloth, put a vibrator between her legs, and finally, tie her hands behind her back with some more of the rope. She would then lay there naked on her bed, squirming against the ropes to induce the maximum amount of stimulation, while the vibrator worked its own form of magic. Most of the time, she didn't have any trouble undoing the knots when she was finished, and there was always a knife sitting nearby to cut herself loose if necessary. She dated occasionally, but found that most men were unable or unwilling to satisfy her in the same way her orgasms felt during one her private "sessions". It was like being hugged and caressed all over, yet so vulnerable and feminine at the same time. A wonderful fantasy world always awaited her once she was bound and gagged -- and there were few limits to her imagination. Then about a month ago, Julie took a trip to New York City and happened to pass an adult bookstore while shopping in Manhattan. It wasn't the first time she visited places like these, but this one seemed devoted entirely to the BDSM lifestyle. Being the only attractive blonde there, her presence obviously drew stares from the other patrons. Julie tried her best to ignore them though while she browsed the shelves. There were hundreds of magazines showing heavily bound women, and they actually had displays of gags, handcuffs, costumes and other kinky devices that she had never even seen before. She thought the ball gags looked really sexy, but the outrageous prices prevented her from buying one. She did pick up a "how to" book on bondage ties, read it from cover to cover that evening, and studied each description with great interest. That was when Julie made up her mind that, next time, she was really going to truss herself up like those models in the magazines. She wanted to feel how they felt, to push herself in more challenging and provocative ways, and not just by experimenting with stricter ties. She had an ambitious plan that would allow her to experience the genuine helplessness of being bound in complete isolation, but also out in the open. Julie set aside one of her vacation days two weeks in advance so there would be enough time to make the necessary preparations. She already had a spot in mind -- a remote, densely wooded area hidden away in the mountains where she used to go camping with her friends. The campsites would most likely be empty this time of year, so she wouldn't be running the risk of getting caught. After all, she only wanted to simulate the danger, not make it a reality! If, by some chance, there were any campers, then Julie knew of a dozen or so hiking trials nearby that she could use if necessary to find the privacy she needed. Every detail was thought out carefully so nothing would go wrong. She even considered trying out the new ties at home first to see how difficult they would be to get out of, then decided against it. That would be TOO easy and defeat the whole purpose of her plan. When Julie woke up early that morning, it was raining gently outside with a forecast of partly cloudy skies later on in the day and a mild temperature of 78 degrees. Perfect. Warm, rainy days always put her the right mood. She quickly made some coffee, then got out her box of goodies from the closet. Inside there was rope, twine, a scarf to use as a gag, her favorite 8 inch vibrator, and a hunting knife with a serrated blade that would cut through the rope easily. She also added a brand new vibrator she had purchased earlier that week. It had a penis-shaped dildo made of silicone jelly that was heavily textured all around the shaft. It wasn't as big as her other vibrator, being only 5 inches in length, but she knew it would do the job well enough with her legs bound tightly together. She also planned to insert it all the way inside her vagina this time, then leave it there for as long as it took to untie herself, so she didn't want to use anything too big and run the risk of damaging her reproductive organs. She couldn't help but smile at herself in the mirror as she slipped off her nightgown while thinking of what was to come. Julie never considered herself beautiful, though most anyone would have disagreed. Her pretty blue eyes and long golden hair often drew long stares from men on the street. Her slim, well-tanned figure was still quite supple in its 28th year, thanks to a steady routine of morning jogs and aerobics. She wasn't into getting tattoos like most of her friends, but she did have her navel pierced about two years ago, and the gold ring she wore now complimented her flat tummy quite nicely. She took a quick shower, then shaved her legs and underarms. She even shaved and trimmed away her pubic area so that just a wisp of dark blonde hair remained between her thighs. Julie always did this before tying herself up. Her skin felt so much softer against the ropes, and somehow, it seemed to increase her sense of vulnerability. For the drive up, she decided to wear her sexy, gray tank top, cropped high above her navel (with no bra, of course!), a black thong, and a pair of "very short" cut-off jeans. After a quick breakfast, she placed her bondage gear in a small backpack along with two bottles of water and some insect repellent, then hopped in her Jeep and headed west toward the mountains. The campground was an hour drive from town, and located about 10 miles down an old jeep trail. It was very primitive, with only a dozen or so spots that were roughly cleared away for tents. Julie was pleased to find the whole place deserted, though not surprised, since it was mid-week and well beyond the peak season for camping. She picked the most secluded spot she could find down by the creek. It was perfect for what she had planned. By then the rain had stopped and the sun was just beginning peek though the clouds. She got out of the jeep and raised both arms to pull her long, blond hair back into a ponytail so it wouldn't get in the way. The pine forest had a wonderful damp, sweet smell. The air was clean and crisp. Julie took a deep breath and paused to savor it for a moment. Then she took out the backpack and began her hike down a narrow, rocky trail that ran along the creek. The comforting, quiet solitude was broken only by the muffled crunch of pine needles and the harsh grinding sounds of fallen acorns under her boots. Angular rays and shadows pierced into the forest like knives as the sun continued its routine rise to the east. She could feel the morning dew settling on her gray top, and since she was wearing no bra underneath, the moist air quickly made her nipples tent outward through the thin cotton material. Her heart was racing now from the anticipation of what was to come. After about a 20-minute hike, the creek left the trail and snaked its way through a large grassy clearing. Just ahead, there was an old tree stump that seemed to be a safe distance from the trail. Julie set the bag down by the stump then scanned the whole area to make sure she was really alone. Seeing nothing, and hearing only drops of water from the recent rainfall gently striking the leaves, she began to remove her clothes. First, she took off her hiking boots and set them behind a bush nearby. Then, she slowly pulled her tank top over her head. The sudden rush of cool air made her nipples tighten even more now that her firm, young breasts were exposed. Next, she unbuttoned her cut-offs and tugged them off, then finally, slipped out of her black thong. Julie was now standing naked and alone in the shadows with miles and miles of primitive wilderness surrounding her in every direction. She stretched and let out a sigh of contentment, feeling the gentle breeze caressing her nude flesh, but resisted the urge to touch her self, knowing what that would lead to. Her plan was now underway, but there was still a lot of work to be done and the morning was already half gone. She sprayed herself all over with the insect repellent, then took out the hunting knife and placed it on the tree stump. Her clothes were also left behind, folded in a neat pile, along with the 8" vibrator -- just in case she wanted to use it after freeing herself. Throwing her backpack over one shoulder, she ventured out into the clearing, taking careful steps, until she reached a clump of pine trees surrounding a large rock. This was where it would all start. Julie guessed the clearing to be about 7 yards from where she stood in the trees, then at least another 15 yards out in the open to the tree stump where her knife was placed. The whole distance was only a short walk, but with her arms and legs bound together, it would take at least an hour, most likely two. The thought of subjecting her own body to such torment, made her skin tingle and turn to gooseflesh. Julie opened her backpack and began taking out coils of rope that she had purchased just for this occasion. She never realized how many types of rope there were, and all of them had their own advantages and disadvantages. After some research, she decided on the Japanese hemp. It measured about 3/8 inches in diameter and had a twisted weave that resembled a barber's pole. The surface of the rope was very rough and when left tightened down across the body for a while, the twists tended to settle in, which prevented the rope from sliding. Then, as an added visual bonus, after the captive was freed, a wonderful zebra stripe pattern would be left on the skin afterwards, courtesy of the rope. Depending on the body type, those lovely patterns could last from 15 minutes to over an hour. Her breath caught as she ran her fingers along the coarse, 'itchy' fibers. She always felt like this before tying herself up. That delicious anticipation. Excitement mixed with guilt. Now this time, there was the possibility of being discovered as well. That could be embarrassing to say the least, if not dangerous! Of course, she had taken precautions against that by finding a secluded spot, but there was still a chance that a hiker might stumble upon her bound body, and with no witnesses, that would put her at the mercy of a complete stranger. Julie was past caring though. All she could hear now were the siren calls of the ropes beckoning her. She had cut the rope up into varying lengths to use with the plan she had worked out for herself. Julie had never tied her breasts before, so she decided to start there, using a 20-foot piece of rope. She passed it around her, crossing the two ends just above her breasts, then pulled the rope taut behind her back. She now had two bands of 3/8-inch rope fitting snugly around her, filling in the area from the top of her breasts to the bottom of her armpits. She wrapped the remaining length of rope high up on her ribcage and pulled the bands up under her breasts. She then tied the loose ends together in a square knot behind her back. Julie looked down and smiled at the sight of her two breasts sticking out from between the wide bands of coarse rope. Next, she got out two pieces of 1/8-inch twine and put a cinch loop in one end of each length. The twine was made of jute, which also had a scratchy feel against the skin. She put one of the cinch loops around the base of her left breast and pulled the loop tight until it bulged out like a balloon. She then wrapped the rest of the twine round and round the base of her breast, knotting it tight when she got to the other end. In another minute, her right breast was tied the same way. Julie wished she could see herself in a mirror. Although her breasts hurt some from the tight coils, they looked fantastic from her view. Like most women, she was never quite satisfied with her breast size. But now, with the aid of her ropes, she had a real set of what most men would describe as "jugs". The tightness also made her nipples stand out like bullets. She had never seen, or felt, her nipples so aroused. All Julie had to do now was to secure the larger breast ropes, so she took another piece of twine and pulled it under the bands on the outside of her left breast just under the armpit. She wound the twine around several times, pulling it tightly to draw the ropes above and below her breasts together before tying it off. She did the same to the right breast to balance and cinch on that side. Finally, she tied and cinched the ropes at the point between her breasts. This prevented the larger ropes from slipping, plus added even more tension to her bulging tits. She then stood up and tied one free end of another rope to the middle of her breast ropes behind her back, and let it dangle down between her legs. Julie had tied two separate knots on this rope the night before, and carefully measured them with her body so they would achieve the effect she desired. She put a thick coat of the jelly on the 5 inch vibrator, then slowly inserted the whole length of it into her pussy. Holding it in with the fingers of one hand, she used the other hand to pull the rope up between her legs, making sure it passed over the base the dildo, and poked it through the middle of her breast ropes in front. She then pulled the rope taut, before tying it off. The dildo was now TIED in her with no way of slipping out. The 'crotch rope' ran down the front of her lower body, between her thighs and buttocks then up to her back, with the first knot positioned right below her clit, and the second pressed firmly against the opening around her asshole. She stood up and used a fairly long piece of rope to tie her waist snugly with about five loops. This kept the crotch rope secured against her body, yet still allowed it to slid up and down a little as she moved. So far, everything had gone as planned. "Mmmmm, not bad for a rookie!" she thought. Julie sat down on the rock and went to work on her legs next. She wrapped another length of rope around her ankles five times, using the last couple of feet to make cinch loops in between her ankles. This made the bands quite tight. She liked the feel of tightness. Before she started to bind the rest of her legs, she tied a short piece of rope to the back of the cinch loops on her ankle ropes and let the free end of this lay out to one side on the ground. She then tied wide bands of rope above and below her knees, pulling cinch loops through to tighten them like she had done on her ankles. She looped the free end of a real long piece of rope around her thighs next, pulling it tightly enough to sink the rope in her skin a little. The rest of the rope was then wrapped snug so that the bands were locked in place before cinching it off. Julie tried testing the ropes by moving her legs and found that she couldn't even wiggle them back and forth. She never had her legs tied this tight before. It almost made her come to the point of orgasm, and the vibrator hadn't even been turned on yet! Julie thought she had better take care of the gag next, since that couldn't be done once she had tied her hands. She folded up a washcloth so it made a wad about two inches thick and two inches wide. This she put in the middle of the thin cotton scarf which was then folded over the wad several times to trap it. Julie knotted the scarf on both sides of the wad so it would be impossible to slip out. She opened her mouth wide and stuffed the wad between her lips. It really packed her mouth completely, so she had to shove it in hard to get the whole wad in. Satisfied that her mouth was now quite thoroughly stuffed, she passed the free ends of the scarf around the back of her head, pulled them as tight as she could, and then knotted it off. She decided to test her gag and yelled as loudly as she could, getting a thoroughly muffled "Mmmmmpppfff!" as the only sound that came out through her tightly packed mouth. She loved the really helpless feeling that being well gagged gave her -- having always used duct tape before and finding it too easy to get off just by licking it. This gag really worked and it was quite impossible to get out without using her hands. Her next move was to turn on the dildo. She then shoved the battery pack underneath her thigh ropes so it would be totally out of reach. Moving quickly now, she got out two last pieces of rope, both about ten feet long. A slip loop had already been tied in the free end of both pieces, with one of the loops larger than the other. She made sure she could reach both of the ropes behind her by putting one just in back of her left hip, with the other one in back of the right hip. She put her arms in back of her and slipped the large loop up her arms until it was just above the elbows. She then pulled the slack out of the slip loop until her elbows were about three inches apart. She wrapped most of the rest of the rope around her arms above her elbows until there was about three feet of the rope left. She tossed the free end up and over her elbow loops, then repeated this twice more so that she now had three cinch loops over the elbow ropes before pulling the free end and yanking it several times. Julie was naturally flexible and didn't have much trouble making her elbows touch. She tossed it over one more time, letting that loop hang loose enough so that she was able to pass the free end through it. This she then yanked tight. The twisted weave in the rope took care of cinching it securely behind her. Julie then made two discoveries. The first was that her bound elbows made her breasts jut out even more, making those ropes quite a bit tighter. Her second discovery was that there was no way she could reach the slipknot she had just made. Her elbows were now quite helplessly tied. She sat there for a moment and thought about what she was about to do. Once her wrists were tied, there would be no escape until she got to her knife sitting on the tree stump more than 20 yards away. Her well-planned adventure certainly had its risks, but Julie had put in too much effort in this to back down now. She took a deep breath, then put the slip loop from the last piece of rope over her wrists and pulled it tight. The little friend between her legs was already beginning to sway her attention, so she had to work quickly, using her fingers to loop the rest of the rope around her wrists. Julie had learned from the book, that by making a loop over the top of one wrist, then under the other wrist like an X, she could tie her wrists together quite nicely. Once she got to about two feet of rope left, she passed the free end in between her wrists, then over the ropes. She repeated this three times, pulling out all of the slack after each pass. She made another loop over her wrist ropes, leaving slack so she could pull the free end through. This was then yanked tight, locking the hemp rope into a non-slipping cinch loop. She did this one more time to insure that her wrists would be tied, cinched, and quite impossible to get loose. Julie knew that she was now quite thoroughly tied up, with no way out other than cutting herself loose. Now there was only one more thing to do to make her hogtie complete. The Crawl "What the hell," she thought, "this is what you've have been wanting and dreaming about. Go ahead and finish it!" She turned sideways on the edge of the rock and lowered herself carefully so that her legs were bent beneath her. She fumbled for the free end of the rope she had tied to her ankle ropes earlier and passed it over her wrist ropes then back down to her ankles. The rope was then passed underneath the ankle cinch loops and knotted tightly at her ankles. There was no turning back now! She let herself lean against the rock and slowly slid down the rest of the way to the ground. Julie lay there on her side for a moment, feeling the beginnings of a truly awesome orgasm building inside her. Never had she come this close to tying herself up so securely. She was bound just as tightly and completely as any bondage magazine model. The ground underneath her was covered with dried pine needles, which created nice 'prickly' effect on that side of her body. She tried arching her back to see if she could reach the knot on her ankles. This only caused the crotch rope to tighten in front of her, pushing the first knot right up into her clit, and that was enough to put her over the edge. She spasmed, screaming into her gag as two back-to-back, earth-shattering orgasms swept through her body. She then had the impulse to roll over so her breasts would be meshed right into the pine needles. In doing so, the weight of her body pushed the vibrator even further into her vagina, and within seconds, she had her third orgasm. Julie was panting and sweating now, and the real struggle hadn't even started yet! She squirmed against her ropes and found that she could not get any slack in her arms at all. In fact, the coils seemed to tighten even more around her as she struggled. "Girl, you definitely outdid yourself this time." Julie relaxed for a moment, closed her eyes, and let herself drift off into her fantasy . . . (Who was the shadowy dark figure that appeared from nowhere and knelt beside her? A man, clothed in black, facial features hidden beneath a concealing mask, had taken her in the middle of the night as she slept in her bed. Hands strong and callused. She was carried roughly over one shoulder from the trunk of his vehicle to some secret place in the mountains, secluded in the shadows where no one would find her. He then ripped off her frilly light nightie and prepared her for her captivity. Yards and yards of perfectly coiled rope were wrapped tightly around her nude body. He showed no mercy and she winced in pain as the coils were pulled tight against her flesh. She knew all pleading was impossible with the gag stuffed so deep in her mouth. The abductor was not interested in her complaints. As she lay there before him, contorted in a miserable heap, he laughed, a hideous sound against her rapid breathing. He was sure that no one knew where they were, her abduction planned and executed in absolute secrecy. He then left her alone in the woods, with promises of what he would do to her when he returned. She could feel the hot perspiration covering her forehead, neck and torso, and her heart pounding with adrenaline. She had only one chance of escape -- a knife he left sitting on a tree stump nearby. The distance seemed impossible to cover, bound the way she was, but she had to try . . .) Julie began to sidle her way on the ground like she had done a hundred times before, eyes half open, she was now lost completely in her fantasy -- an abduction, ransom desperately hoped for, a madman who was slowly torturing her for the sheer thrill . . . Suddenly, fear like a jolt of electricity snapped her mind back to reality. "Oh my God," she thought. "Just HOW am I supposed to move in this thing!" Julie started to panic. She really couldn't move! She struggled for at least ten minutes and managed to pivot her body in a half circle, but that was all! She never had this much trouble moving in a hogtie before, though she had never been bound up so tightly with her hands and her feet touching her butt at the same time either! She cursed herself and tried to work her hands free again. It was no use. Every coil of rope on her body was ungodly tight with no give at all. Her arms and legs were quite useless. It was like being trapped in a cocoon. Julie didn't have to imagine that she was a captive now, she really was one. She was alone in the mountains, imprisoned in this inescapable hogtie with very little hope of ever being rescued. She kept her eyes closed and attempted to regain her composure. She HAD to find a way reach that knife and cut herself loose. Once, twice, three more times Julie rolled and twisted on the ground in a desperate attempt to gain her freedom back. She finally managed to generate some forward motion by lying on her stomach and rocking her body from side to side. But even with a great deal of effort, she was only able to move about two inches, while painfully grinding her breasts deeper into the thick carpet of pine needles. This was going to take a lot longer than two hours! After about 20 minutes, she was really sweating. Salt from her own perspiration burned her eyes. Already, the tightness of her hogtie seemed to be having its effect, and the more she tried to crawl, the hotter she became. "Well, I wanted discomfort, and now I've got it with a vengeance!" Her soft muscles ached terribly from the strain, but she continued to inch her way forward. She then tried to roll back on her side to rest her body, and since the vibrator was still buzzing merrily away, she had yet another mind-bending orgasm. Julie threw her head back and whimpered softly into the gag. Every time she moved, it just simply excited her even more as the course rope fibers dug deeper and deeper into her flesh, then whenever she rested, the vibrator took over and BOOM! off she went again. At least an hour had passed before she finally reached the edge of the grassy clearing. The front of her body was already chaffed and red. However, it was her poor breasts that still took the brunt of the abuse. She had tried several times to crawl on her side to alleviate the pressure, but it was impossible to move that way. She was forced to remain on her stomach, despite the fact that the ground was rubbing her tits raw. Still, that wasn't the worst of it. Julie could tell by the position of the sun that it was already noon, and there would be no shade to protect her once she cleared the trees. That left her with two options -- either lie and wait for the sun to burn off, which could take hours, or continue on in the mid-day heat. She stared at the knife blade gleaming at her from the tree stump. Mocking her. Julie desperately wanted to get herself free before nightfall, so she decided to take her chances and keep going. Inch by inch, she made her way out to the clearing, then breathed a sigh of relief as the soft, wet grass cooled her burning flesh. Her nipples felt like pin cushions, but at least she was free of those pesky pine needles. Soon her nerves began to calm down and she realized that just the possibility of being caught out here in the open like this was really turning her on. That sensation of being so 'exposed' brought on another orgasm, which came very quickly, sending shudders throughout her body. For several minutes, she lay there motionless in the grass, trying to catch her breath through the gag. Her progress was agonizingly slow, but Julie told herself that if she just stuck to the plan and kept a clear head, she would be free before nightfall. She felt a stinging sensation in her left shoulder and realized it was a mosquito. Great! Her own sweat must have washed off the repellent. "I have been at this for two hours," she thought, "my body aches like crazy, I've had seven orgasms, now I'm going to be eaten alive by these damn mosquitoes, and I still have a long way to go yet!" Another hour passed, and two more orgasms, before she reached the middle of the clearing. The sun was really bearing down now. A sheen of sweat covered her whole body, making her tanned skin sparkle in the mid-day heat. Stifling strands of wet hair had fallen in front of her face. Her path to freedom was less than 10 yards away, but it may as well have been 10 miles. There was no question of giving up, though. That's what made it so hard. "I could be home right now relaxing in the tub with a good book, but where am I instead? Trussed up and basting out here in the sun like a holiday turkey!" Then seemingly out of thin air, she heard a buzzing noise in the distance. Her heart jumped. The sounds were faint, but unmistakable -- a motorcycle, maybe two, and they were getting louder. She craned her neck to the right to see if she could find the source of the noise. "Damn it!" she tried to yell, but it sounded more like "Dmmpphh!" through the gag. Two men were riding dirt bikes through the mud along the opposite treeline a short distance away. To her horror, she saw one of them turn in her direction. Luckily, there was a small bush just off to her left. Julie managed to gather enough strength to roll over on her side, unsure as to if the leaves would conceal her naked form or not. The next fifteen minutes were spent in a nerve-wracking state of tension. She lay there motionless as the wailing noises got louder, not daring to even look for fear that any movement now would only announce her presence. She began to wonder what it would be like if they DID see her and came to investigate. They would find a beautiful, young woman lying stark naked in the cool grass, bound, gagged, and all alone. They could do anything they wanted to her, for as long as they wanted, and she would be unable to resist them or even scream for help. The thought was terribly exciting while all the time she was aware of the vibrator still buzzing away between her thighs. She desperately wanted to touch her burning pussy, but with her hands secured behind her back as they were, it was impossible. She was forced to grab her ass cheeks and began humping against the knots in her crotch rope. If it were not for the gag, her screams of pure pleasure would surely have roused the attention of those men on their dirt bikes. Seconds later, she convulsed into another orgasm that was so intense it left her drained and weak. By that time, the men had turned their bikes, and to her relief (and some disappointment), they began zig-zagging their way back in the opposite direction. "If only they knew what was laying over here in these weeds," she thought. Julie kept a careful eye on the men, who now looked almost like ants in the distance. Their machines were still buzzing wildly even after she lost sight of them in the trees. Once again, she heaved and strained her way along at a snails pace, determined to get to that knife, though it seemed to take even more effort now. She was totally exhausted from her movements, and from countless orgasms that seemed to drain what was left of her strength. A short while later she actually fell asleep, dreaming of her predicament. She awoke some time later, totally unaware of how much time had passed since she slept. It must have been a while, because the vibrator had lost some of it's power, making a low, dull humming sound between her legs until it finally died completely. The sun was already moving behind the trees by the time she made it to the tree stump. "Soon I'll be free and have my clothes back," she thought, relieved that the end was so near. Her body was trembling now from hunger and thirst. Her back ached, her neck ached, her jaw ached terribly from the gag, and if that wasn't bad enough, those damned mosquitoes were starting to bite her again. Agonizingly, she wiggled herself around until her back was close to the stump. Lying on her side now, she arched backward as much as she possibly could to bring her quickly-numbing fingers within reach of the knife. "Hummmpppfff," she breathed heavily into her gag as the rope around her crotch tightened again, driving the knots even deeper into both of her holes. She quickly felt around with her fingers until she located the knife handle, then rolled away from the stump. Now, strength wouldn't help, only slow, deliberate patience. She decided to slice away at the rope that held her wrists and ankles together first, but soon found this to be more difficult than she thought. Her arms and legs had lost most of their circulation from being bound tightly for so long, and she had a tough time getting her fingers to work the knife. The rope was also behind her wrists, making it nearly impossible to apply enough pressure to make the cut at this angle -- especially in her weakened condition. She struggled with it for several minutes until her hands began to shake from exhaustion. The ropes around her ankles would have to be cut first, she thought. This would then allow her to slide the cinched loop out and release the first rope. Again, Julie arched her limber body backward as far as she possibly could, then reached for her ankles with the knife. Slowly, she began to saw away at the ropes. Sweat was pouring into her eyes to mix with her tears of frustration. Her muffled groans emerged from behind the gag. She was close to getting free, but she was so weak, she could barely hang on to the knife, much less cut any of the ropes. Two attempts failed, the second after her right leg cramped up, and that left her wailing in pain as her muscles spasmed, pulling the rope out of her reach. Julie was forced to rest a few minutes while listening to the insects buzzing around her and occasionally getting bitten by one. She then clamped down as hard as she could on the wad of cloth in her mouth, and forced her legs back to within reach of the knife. Trembling with the effort, she continued to work the blade slowly back and forth until the top rope was finally cut and the rest of the coils released. The rope that hobbled her wrists and ankles slid out easily, allowing her to extend her legs for the first time in hours. She rolled on her back, straining to ease the cramping in her calf. Her body shook with the tension, but after a moment or two, the pain faded into a sort of dull ache. Julie had to rest again before she could work up the strength to cut her wrist ropes, and it took some time to release her elbows, but once that was done, she was finally set free. She carefully removed the vibrator, then the gag, and undid the rest of the coils, leaving a huge pile of rope on the ground. Crawling toward the bush, she quickly reached for the large 8" vibrator and lay down in a small patch of tall grass. She stretched her legs outward as far as she could with her toes pointed. Never before, had Julie felt so aroused, even when she was all tied up. She turned the vibrator on, then for the next 15 or so minutes, she lay there writhing in the grass, arching her back and grinding her ass into the damp earth in a frenzy of total abandon. Anyone hiking along the trail nearby could have easily seen her, but Julie didn't care. She was blissfully unaware of her surroundings, her mind focused entirely inward now. She imagined giving herself to an unseen lover, a spirit of the forest, and thrilled to the feel of his imaginary cock sliding past the lips of her willing pussy. Holding the vibrator with one hand, she ran her fingers over her clit again and again. She was gasping now with the pleasure of her touch. Her moans drifted into the trees. She thought of being fucked again and again by the stranger. She didn't care who it was or what he looked like, as long as he had a hard, thick cock and swollen balls ready to spew hot cum into her hungry womb. Then with a guttural groan of exquisite pleasure, her body exploded. Her hips thrust upward again and again as waves of ecstasy flowed from her pussy and radiated outward all over her body. Julie could have lay there in the grass for hours after that final climax, but it was getting dark and she still had a long hike back to her jeep. She planted her right foot beneath her and staggered upright, allowing herself a few more seconds to get her balance. Looking down at herself, she could see the rope marks still criss-crossing her body. She also had quite a few scratches and a bruise here and there, but to her relief, there appeared to be no permanent damage. She pulled one large bottle of water out of her backpack and drank it down eagerly. She then threw her clothes on, gathered her gear and headed back to the jeep. An hour after she got home, Julie was reclining in a hot bath, relaxing as the warm water soothed her aching muscles, feeling very lucky to have survived her first REAL bondage experience. End ;-) The Craziest Sexy Love Story Ever Summary: Straight white, black stud, cheerleader, nerd & submission Note 1: Although a rather unorthodox love story...this is a Valentine's Day 2014 Contest Entry because I wanted to try something different and because I believe love can occur in so many ways. Note 2: Choosing a category for this story was a struggle as the more I wrote the more the story took on a mind of its own. It was suppose to be a typical interracial gay story where a straight white protagonist submits to black cock, yet as the story evolved, the plot thickened and the themes took a mind of their own. In the end, this is a love story...although the most bizarre love story of all time. The story includes gay interracial sex, public humiliation, lesbian sex, threesomes, pegging, and romance. I hope you enjoy but please note that this is one of my more unorthodox stories even though it has all my usual kinks. Themes: I originally was going to put this in gay, and then considered a variety of options: -interracial because of interracial sex -fetish because of the wide range of kink in this story -transsexual and cross dressing because there is cross dressing -romance because at the heart of the story when it is all said and done it is about love -group sex because on more than one occasion there are three or more people involved -novella because of its length -but in the end I choose anal, as the story has quite a few anal scenes between just men, and men and women with anal sex as the underlying bond that ties the characters together. Note 3: Thanks to mab7991, Wayne and goamz86 for editing this crazy tale. The Craziest Love Story Ever 1. RIGHT PLACE, RIGHT TIME; WRONG PLACE, WRONG TIME The saying the right place at the right time or the wrong place at the wrong time is all about perception. Right or wrong, being where I was, when I was, forever changed my life. I was a senior, I had turned eighteen in January and it was the third day of varsity basketball tryouts. After an intense practice, I showered and headed home. It was an hour later that I realized, in my state of exhaustion; that I had left my iPad in my gym locker. I was going to just leave it there overnight, but it had my notes for my biology project that I needed to work on tonight. I hopped in the car and drove back to school hoping there was still a door unlocked. I wasn't surprised to see coach's car in the parking lot as he lived and breathed basketball. I was surprised to see Derrick's car still there though. Derrick was a senior transfer student who had just moved here a couple weeks ago, just in time to play basketball. He was six foot two, naturally gifted and black as night. He was confident, arrogant and yet there was no doubt he could back his cockiness on the court. Although there was something off about him, he definitely was a strong addition to our already very good team. The gym door was still unlocked thankfully and I headed to the locker room, figuring I would stop by coach's office and chat with him briefly if he was available. As I got close to his door, I heard Derrick's voice and stopped dead in my tracks. "That's it coach, you're a natural cocksucker." I couldn't believe what I just heard. It just didn't seem possible. Coach was married to my guidance councillor, a women all us guys jerked off to. I didn't move, just kept listening to the surreal sounds of someone, supposedly coach, slobbering on a cock. A minute later, Derrick asked, "Do you like sucking my big black cock, cocksucker?" Coach stammered a moment later, "I-I-I'm not g-g-gay." "I know that, you have one fox of a wife. Do you think she would like my black cock too?" Derrick asked. "Please, don't bring my wife into this?" Coach pleaded. "I'm just saying if a so-called straight man like yourself can't resist this delicious black meat, how could a hot slut like your wife ever resist it?" Derrick gloated. I couldn't believe what I was hearing or the reality that my cock was rock hard and dying to be let loose. "Please, Derrick?" Coach pleaded the tone of his voice weak and desperate. I couldn't resist, I had to see it with my own eyes. I quietly moved to the door which was opened just a couple of inches, curious to see the unbelievable. "Please what, cocksucker?" Derrick asked. "W-w-we can't keep doing this," Coach replied. Looking into the room, I couldn't believe my eyes, even after everything I had heard. Coach was on his knees in front of his desk, completely dressed, while Derrick was standing in front of him, his huge cock pointing directly in coach's face. "You were the one begging to suck my cock yesterday," Derrick said, before adding, "and again today." "I didn't beg," coach protested. "Really?" Derrick asked his tone amused. "Tell you what coach. If you don't want my cock in that pretty cocksucking mouth of yours, let me know; I have tons of others who are eager to swallow my load. But if I walk out this door, my cock is off limits to you forever." There was a long silence as coach seemed to be considering his options. Finally, coach asked, "Can we please keep this between just you and me? I could lose my job." "You sure weren't thinking about that when you dropped to your knees and gobbled up my cock in the shower yesterday," Derrick pointed out amused. "I-I-I don't know what happened to me, I just couldn't resist it," coach replied, obviously unsure himself why he did what he had done. "It's obvious coach. You're a straight faggot," Derrick said, the strangest oxymoron I had ever heard. He continued by explaining, as he shoved his long thick cock back into coach's mouth, "You see, lots of white guys think they are straight but once they see a big juicy black cock something awakens in their brain and everything they thought they knew about themselves is changed in an instant. It was obvious in your eyes the moment you looked down and saw my cock." Coach was bobbing back and forth hungrily, apparently agreeing with the absurd assessment. My hand, with a mind of its own, began rubbing my cock through my grey sweatpants. Derrick ordered, pulling his big black cock shiny with coach's' saliva cock out, "Tell me what you are coach." "Please, don't make me say it," the coach pleaded still trying to avoid even more humiliation than he was already enduring. "Cocksucker," Derrick snapped, his tone suddenly firm, "Say it, now." "I'm a-a-a cocksucker," Coach blurted out. "To all cocks, or just black cocks?" Derrick questioned stroking his hard on. "Just big juicy black cock," Coach responded, his eyes never leaving the black python in front of his face. "Beg for my cock, cocksucker," Derrick ordered. Coach didn't hesitate this time, didn't plead for help, instead answered, "Oh God Derrick, I need your big black cock in my mouth. Please let me suck you until you shoot your hot cum in my-my-my cock sucking mouth." Derrick shoved his cock back in coach's mouth and began fucking it roughly. "You understand I plan to fuck that pretty mouth of yours anytime I have a load to shoot." Coach moaned loudly on Derrick's cock, his free hand rubbing his own cock through his shorts. The gay scene was turning me on unlike anything ever had before as I rubbed myself frantically unable to take my eyes off of coach getting his face fucked. "And don't think I only want that mouth of yours, a good cocksucker usually also has a super tight man cunt that is dying to be filled," Derrick revealed. I let out a gasp at both Derrick's new declaration and the fact I had just began coming in my pants. Derrick looked directly at the office door and seeing me asked, "Eric, are you enjoying the show?" I stammered, "S-s-sorry, I didn't mean to intrude", as Derrick held coach's head and continued fucking his mouth as if it was a natural thing to be caught doing. "Get in here and close the door," Derrick ordered. "I-I-I need to go," I stuttered, desperate to get out of this awkward predicament. "Get in here now," Derrick said, firmly. "I am almost done with coach here anyways." I obeyed, going in and closing the door. "Here it comes coach," Derrick announced a minute later, his cock gliding in and out of coach's mouth like a well-oiled piston. He pulled out, wanting, it seemed, to put on a show for me and show his dominance over coach, by shooting his cum all over coach's surprised beet red face. Coach didn't look my way, just kept his mouth open as cum covered his face. "I saved that whole load for you coach," Derrick said, as he reached for a phone on coach's desk. "Please no," coach again pleaded, not wanting photographic evidence of his cock sucking submission. "Look at me, cocksucker," Derrick ordered, his cock still fully erect. Coach obeyed, still ignoring me, as Derrick snapped a few pictures. Turning to me, Derrick took a picture of me and said, looking down at my cum stained sweatpants, "I see you enjoyed the show, Eric. What got you off, thinking of fucking coach's mouth or replacing him and sucking my cock?" I was ashamed at being caught with cum stained pants, but I didn't have an answer to his question. I wasn't gay, I didn't want coach, my idol the past three years, to suck me and I had no interest at all of sucking Derrick's cock. I answered, trying to sound manly and straight, "I just never saw sex live before." Derrick laughed, his tone implying he didn't believe me, as he put his cock back in coach's mouth. "Clean me off, coach." Coach slowly moved back and forth, his redder than the reddest apple cheeks showing his utter humiliation at being caught in the act. "How long were you watching, Eric?" Derrick asked. "J-j-just a few minutes," I replied, desperately trying not to look at coach with a mouth full of cock, yet the gravitational pull downward was becoming impossible to resist. "So you heard my straight faggot theory?" He asked, smiling wide. "Kind of," I replied. "I imagine you were too busy jerking off and imagining it was you with a big black cock in your mouth to really listen and think straight," Derrick responded, chuckling at his own pun. Mortified by his statement, I protested, "What? God, no. It was just such utter racist nonsense I didn't bother to listen." Derrick laughed hard. "We'll see, I have heard many straight white boys and men say such things, trying to be a man, trying to convince themselves they are not eager white submissive cocksuckers. Yet they almost always, without exception, end up on their knees declaring their hunger to please me. Isn't that right, coach?" Derrick pulled his cock out of coach's mouth and waited for a response. Coach still couldn't look at me as he whispered, so quietly I couldn't hear his response. "Speak up, cocksucker, we have a guest," Derrick demanded. "Yes, Derrick, your cock is impossible to resist," Coach admitted. "And you want it in your ass next time don't you?" Derrick pushed. "Please, not in front of one of my players," Coach weakly pleaded. "He already saw you suck cock, heard you declare yourself a cocksucker and is looking at you now with your face covered in cum, it's a little late for dignity and decorum," Derrick pointed out. "Do you want my cock again?" "Yes," coach whispered. "Where?" "My mouth." "And?" "My ass," Coach admitted, humiliated. "Your virgin ass?" Derrick clarified. "From a real cock, yes," Coach answered. "What does that mean?" Derrick asked, confused by the answer. "Sally has fucked me in the ass before with her strap-on," Coach admitted, humiliation piling up on humiliation. "Mrs. Murphy pegged you, that is delicious," Derrick said, amused. "You really are a faggot." For a moment there were no words. Coach still sat on his knees refusing to look up; I was watching it all wordlessly my eyes constantly betraying me as I took glimpses of Derrick's cock; Derrick meanwhile was seemingly contemplating what next. Finally, the silence was broken as Derrick turned towards me, his cock still hard and now pointing directly at me, said, "I need to get going soon. Beth is expecting some chocolate tonight. But I could always use another pair of white cock sucking lips to dump a load in. Do you want some, Eric?" "What?" I asked distracted, looking into his eyes. "No, I am not gay." "They never think they are," he laughed, as he pulled up his shorts, apparently going commando. "When you change your mind, and you will change your mind," Derrick confidently said, "Let me know." He patted coach on the head, "See you tomorrow, cocksucker," and left. Suddenly it was only me and coach and it was even more awkward than when Derrick was there, at least then he was in control of the conversation and the awkwardness was about him. Finally, after an eternity of silence, I said, "I've got to go," and rushed out of the office forgetting completely about my iPad. I got to my car and just sat there trying to make sense of everything I just witnessed. It made no sense. Coach was married; coach was a man's man; coach was my idol. Everything in my life that made sense an hour ago was now upside down. Why did watching the homosexual act get me hard? Why did I masturbate? Why did I obey Derrick? Why didn't I stand up for myself and coach? These and a million other questions bounced inside my head as I drove home. Once home, I tried to do my homework but it was to no avail, my head was just too full of the shocking development to think about chemistry. Suddenly exhausted, I got ready for bed and crashed rather quickly. ..... That night I had the strangest dream. I was at the NBA draft, a common dream of mine, where I was drafted first overall by the New York Knicks. This too was a common dream of mine...what happened next was new though. As I stood up and started to shake hands with everyone around me every hand I shook was a big black cock. They came from every direction before I woke up in a sweat. Shaking my head, I tossed and turned the rest of the night trying to understand what had just transpired. 2. PROVING MY STRAIGHTNESS The next morning I wondered how I would be able to look Coach or Derrick in the eyes. My plan was to avoid both of them throughout the day, which wouldn't be that hard as I didn't have any classes with Derrick and coach only taught two classes. Unfortunately, there would be no avoiding them at try-outs. I wasn't at school ten minutes when I was paged by coach to meet him in his office. I cursed to myself wondering how I could look him in the eye knowing what I now knew. I made my way to his office and knocked on his door...flashbacks to last night flooding back to me. As Coach yelled, "Come in," I shook my head to get the visual out of my head and entered his office. "Please close the door, Eric," he requested, which I did. "Take a seat, son," he offered, like he always had during the hundreds of times I had been in this office talking basketball, NFL football and life. Coach wasn't just my coach, nor was he just my idol, he was the father I never had, my own ditching mom and I when I was three. I sat down and he began. "I am so sorry about what you witnessed last night." I interrupted, trying to comfort him, "Coach what you do on your own time is your business." He said, standing up, "Eric, I have never done anything with a student in my life before two days ago and trust me I have had opportunities." Coach was a good looking, well built man and I knew for a fact of plenty of girls who would quickly lift up their skirts for him. I again said, "Coach, it is none of my business." Coach sat on his desk facing me and said, "I just want you to know how sorry I am. You should never have to see such a thing." "I was surprised," I admitted, "but I have to ask what made you do it?" He sighed. "That is the question I have asked myself on continuous loop since I first submitted to him two days ago." After a pause, he continued, "It's not like I haven't seen a lot of cock before, playing ball all those years I saw many naked teammates and most were black. Yet, I never once thought of them that way, and trust me, I knew some were very, very gay and eager to turn me. But I was always a chicks only kind of man." He paused again, unable to really understand himself what had changed just two days ago. Finally, trying to make sense of it while he talked, he continued his explanation, "One minute I was walking past the shower, a minute later I had a cock in my mouth, a student's cock." "It just happened that quickly?" I asked. "It really did. He turned around just as I was walking by, his cock already hard as he had been soaping it up and he said, all confident and smug, 'Like what you see coach?'" Coach continued, "At first I laughed, his cock all covered in sudsy soap, I thought he was just being his usually cocky self. But then he put his hand on his cock, stroking it hypnotically while he sauntered over to me and said, so soothing and confident, 'Go ahead coach, I know you want to.' My head was spinning with the whole 'what-the-fuck-is-happening' thought and before I had time to respond he put his hands on my shoulders and guided me to my knees. I would like to say I fought it, protested or at least made a feeble attempt at resistance, but as soon as his cock was directly in my face my mind became mush and all I could think about was his big black cock. When he placed it at my lips, I robotically opened my mouth and took his cock between my lips and well the rest I guess is history." "Coach, it's okay," I said, although I wasn't sure that was truly the case. "I could be fired or charged if this gets out," he pointed out. "I'm not going to tell anyone, Coach," I reassured, "although I don't understand what happened, even after hearing what happened and seeing what happened, you are my coach, my mentor and nothing will ever change that." "Thanks, son," he said, standing up and pulling me into a hug. Strangely, as he hugged me I wondered briefly if he would suck my cock. Once the embrace was done, my cock beginning to grow again against my own wishes, I quickly said goodbye and headed to class. The rest of the day went by like high school days do: a surprise quiz, a terrible science video, another new math equation we will never use and yet another collection of non-rhyming poems that we had to find metaphors and similes and not be allowed to just enjoy the poem. At lunch, I hung with my best friends and my girlfriend Karen and it wasn't until I saw Beth walking by that I remembered Derrick's words of going to save a load for her later. Was Derrick fucking Beth? He didn't seem to be much of a bluffer so I assumed it was true, yet Beth was in all advanced academic classes, already accepted to some elite music program on a all paid scholarship and not one to be seen at parties. It seemed so unlikely that Derrick and Beth would ever cross paths never mind get to know each other enough to end up fucking. Beth was cute like Mandy Moore playing Jamie in 'A Walk to Remember' which was sort of why she dressed plain, always in long skirts and old fashioned blouses although she always wore pantyhose which I had noticed, it was/still is, my fetish. She often inadvertently seemed to tease me by sliding her stocking clad feet in and out of her flats all throughout class. Karen never wore nylons other than with her cheerleading uniform and thus Beth was often the one I fantasized about while under the sheets alone. The more I thought about it the more ludicrous it seemed that Derrick would be fucking her, yet it wasn't any more ludicrous than the fact that he was using Coach as his personal cocksucker. The Craziest Sexy Love Story Ever "Earth to Eric," Karen said, squeezing my hand. "What? Oh, so sorry, I'm kind of out of it today," I said, which was definitely the truth. "So it seems," she said. "Are you coming over tonight after practice...my parents are gone for the night and I will be home alone." Karen was sexually insatiable, which is of course any high school boys' dream, but it was hard to do much with her other than sex. She was rather vapid in regards to academics and thus always talked about superficial things like pop music or shoes. During the election last year she asked who that black guy was. My heart sank, but she was so hot, so good in bed, that it was usually easy to ignore. Did I plan to marry her? God, no! But she was a good time throughout high school. I glimpsed back at Beth sitting with a couple other girls and imagined her on her knees sucking Derrick's black cock. She is so pasty white and Derrick as black as night it would be a crazy contrast. "Is that a yes?" Karen asked, her tone implying she was annoyed. "What? Yes, of course," I replied, suddenly turning on the charm. "Tonight you are all mine." Just as quickly as she was annoyed with me, she was smitten again as she kissed me and slyly squeezed my cock under the table. "I'm going to even wear something special tonight just for you." "I can't wait," I said, even as I took a sideways glance at Beth. We finished lunch, and I returned to the monotony that is learning. Usually, I would be counting the seconds until I was on the court, yet today that was not the case. I knew I would eventually have to be face to face with Derrick and I really had no idea what to say. Thankfully, the practice went like it usually did no hint of anything different. The coach ended the practice with a speech and saying the first cuts will be posted on the wall in fifteen minutes and a reminder of our after school pre-season game tomorrow night. Being a veteran I wasn't worried about being cut, but I was curious which of the young players Coach thought could be key players in our journey to state. We lost in the semis last year and with six seniors this year we figured to be a threat to go all the way, especially with the addition of Derrick. I went to the locker room and suddenly was paralyzed. I had showered after practice every day since my freshman year, yet now all I saw in my head was coach sucking cock. Yet, I knew I couldn't look like yesterday fazed me to Derrick who implied I may be a cocksucker too. So I got undressed, grabbed my towel and headed to the shower. Of course, nothing happened in the shower and I was just leaving when Derrick walked in. "How's the water?" He asked me. "A little cold," I shrugged. "I may need something to warm me up," he quipped back, the innuendo only obvious to me. Standing firm on my straightness I countered, "I hope you don't freeze then." He laughed, as he finished, whispering in my ear, "It's only a matter of time, cocksucker." Flushed and pissed off, I stormed out of there, got dressed and headed straight to Karen's to prove my straightness to myself. I texted her I was on my way and she texted back saying to just come in and come straight to her room. Wondering what her surprise was and desperate to get laid, I sped there and quickly made it to her room. She was under the covers. "Get naked, stud," she said. I didn't need to be told twice. "Already rock hard, what have you been thinking about?" she teased. "You on all fours begging to be fucked," I answered, I loved fucking her from behind. "I have something a little different planned for you tonight," she smiled playfully. I began moving towards her but she said, "Stop and Close your eyes," she said. I did as requested curious as hell. I heard her move off the bed and walk towards me. "No peeking," she said, grabbing my hand and leading me to the bed. "Lie on your back, but keep your eyes closed," she ordered. I again did, dying to know what she had in mind. As I mentioned earlier, she was pretty sexually aggressive. She gave me a hand job in a pretty packed movie theatre on our first date, finishing by sucking my cum off her hand; she rubbed my cock under the table with her foot the first time she met my parents for dinner; she sucked my cock while I drove her home including when we went through a drive through; she made me finger her in the library at school; she fucked me in the boys' washroom after school one day. Anyways, the point is she was always full of surprises. As I lay on the bed, I felt her join me and a moment later I felt her feet, her nylon covered feet, stroking my cock. I moaned as I opened my eyes to see she was completely naked except for a pair of black thigh highs. She smiled, "You like?" "Fuuuuck, yes," I moaned, the stocking sensation feeling so good. I had jerked off with my hand in Mom's stockings before, but this was way different...in a good way. "I thought you would," she said coyly, as she moved her feet up and down my stiff cock. I joked after only a minute, "I am not going to last long like this." "Are you going to come all over my stocking feet?" She asked, continuing her sensual foot job, putting a bit more pressure on my rock hard rock. I moaned in response. "Do you want to come on my feet, baby?" She asked. "God, yes," I moaned, my balls beginning to boil. "You've already come on my hands, face, tits, belly, pussy and ass I guess my feet seem like a natural next spot," she teased, reminding me of all the different ways she had got me off. I quipped, "Don't forget down your throat and in that sweet pussy of yours." "I guess the only place left is in my ass," she smiled, pumping her legs furiously, teasing me about the one thing we had not yet done. "Shhhhhit," I grunted, the naughty innuendo the final push needed to let my cock erupt as my cum shot in the air and then onto her feet. "So you want to fuck my ass, do you?" She teased, once I finished coming. "That is a dangerous question to answer," I said, still out of breath. She moved her cum covered toe to her mouth and licked my cum off it. Karen was a cheerleader and a gymnast and ridiculously flexible, but this was a new moment of hotness. "I love your flexibility," I said. "Go open my drawer," she said, as she scooped some cum off the sheets. I quickly did, curious what else she could have in store. It was a butt plug and lube. I returned to the bed with a questioning look. "Do you want to fuck my ass?" She asked again. "Yes," I admitted. "Right here, right now?" She questioned, her hand moving to her cunt and rubbing her clit. "Anything you want," I said, my cock never shrinking after my first load. "I was hoping you would say that," she said, reaching for the butt plug and lube. I watched her lube it up as she explained, "I had this in my ass all day today, preparing myself for your big cock, baby." "Oh, God," was all I could muster in response, imagining her at lunch sitting beside me or walking down the hallway with this four inch plug in her ass. "But I want you to do something for me too," she said. "Anything," I said, willing to do just about anything to get her ass. "Bend over, baby," she smiled. "What?" I asked. "Bend over, you said you would do anything," she said, her hand giving my cock a tug. "T-t-that's for me?" I stammered, Derrick's promise to Coach suddenly popping into my head. "It is now," she smiled. "Now bend over." "I-I-I don't know," I hesitantly said, suddenly worried that it would make me gay. "Baby, if you want my ass, I want yours," she said, her tone implying that this was the deal, take it or leave it. I hesitated, but my cock was doing the thinking, and I ended up moving onto my knees. I felt warm liquid between my ass cheeks as she said, "I have been thinking about this all day, baby." "Plugging my ass?" I asked. "Both of us taking each other's ass," she said. "I considered buying a strap-on, or borrowing one from one of the girls, but I figured that might freak you out." "Other girls," I asked, focused more on that then what was about to happen to me. "Honey, almost all the girls in my gymnastics' club are either full out lesbians or at least bi," she revealed, as I felt the plastic toy pressing between my ass cheeks. This was news. She had never mentioned any interest in other girls before. I asked, "Have you played with them?" She pushed the plug and I let out a small yelp as the butt plug slipped into my ass. "That is for me to know and you to find out. How does that feel baby?" "Strange," I answered, which was true. A slight burn occurred at first, but overall it felt natural. "Fuck I wish I would have borrowed the strap-on," she said, as she stared at me bent over. "In not sure I'm ready for you to fuck me," I said. "Well, I'm ready for you to fuck me," she countered as she stood up, tossed the lube to me, walked over to the wall and bent over. Looking back at me still on my knees, "What are you waiting for?" I didn't need to be told twice. I stood up, the plug in my ass shifting, but staying in me, I grabbed the lube and went to my bent over girlfriend. Reaching her, she said, "Lube that cock of yours generously and also my ass, baby." "Sure," I agreed, quickly pouring excess lube on my cock. My hand coated, I moved between her ass cheeks and lubed her pretty butthole well. "Fuck my ass, baby," she said. "As you command," I replied, moving behind her. "You understand I want to fuck your ass too one day soon," she said, as my cock moved between her ass cheeks. Not really listening, but focusing on the task at hand, I agreed, "Sure thing." "You will let me fuck your ass?" She repeated, as my cock poked at her rosebud. Again my brain on auto-pilot, I agreed, "Yes, you can have my ass." "Goooo slow," she moaned, as my mushroom top squeaked past her tight entrance. "Your cock is a lot longer and wider than that plug I wore all day...in class...at lunch...at cheerleading practice." The listing made my cock flinch and she giggled, "You like thinking of me with a plug in my ass don't you?" "It's fucking hot," I agreed, as I slowly pushed deeper into her ass. It was so tight I wasn't sure I would be able to pull out. "Does your cock in my ass feel hot?" She asked. "My cock anywhere in you is hot, but this is so fucking tight," I replied, the plug in my ass poking a bit deeper in me as I pushed forward. "Fuck, it burns baby, I'm burning for you," she moaned, even as her body trembled. "Do you want me to go deeper?" I asked. "I'm only half way in." "Yes, baby, I want all of you in my ass," she replied, sounding as if her teeth were clenched. I continued the slow push forward, my head suddenly going to imagining Derrick's cock slowly going into coach. "Fuck," I said, annoyed. "What, baby?" She asked. "Nothing baby, your ass just feels so fucking good," I said, which was true as I tried to get Derrick and coach out of my head. Yet, as I pushed further I wondered if the thing about Beth was true, had he fucked her, taken her ass? My mind envisioned Beth dressed in her usual conservative school attire, in the boys' locker room, bent over and getting fucked by Derrick's cock. Karen moaned. "Slowly fuck me now, baby. I want you to fuck my ass." Karen's words brought me back to reality and I held onto her hips and began slowly pulling back out. It was so tight my whole cock tingled with pleasure. "Back in, baby, slam it into me," she begged. I did, and as my body collided with hers, she screamed, "Fuuuuck, shiiiit." I grunted too, as the plug in my ass readjusted itself in me, "Ohhhhh God." "Now pound me, Eric, fuck my ass hard," she demanded. Imitating Derrick, I asked, completely out of character for myself, "You want all my cock, slut." As soon as I said it I was mortified, yet her response eased my concern that I had gone too far. "Yes, fuck your slut's ass, fuck it hard and deep." I obliged as I began fucking her ass. Perspiration dripped off me, as I thrust deep into her again and again. Each hard thrust my body slammed into hers had the plug in my ass poking into me. The double sensation was very stimulating and my head again played tricks on me. I imagined that instead of a plug, it was Derrick fucking my ass as I fucked Karen's; in essence I was the middle piece of a sex sandwich both giving and getting thick meat. As soon as the thought popped into my head, I shook it out focusing on being a dominant man. "Beg for my cock, bitch," I demanded, again a derogatory word I would normally use. "Oh yes, Eric, fuck my slut ass, make me your cum hungry bitch. You have come in my mouth and in my cunt baby; I want this load of yours to explode in my ass." "I can make that wish a reality, my little ass slut," I grunted, continuing to fuck her ass harder than I ever had before. "Oh shit, oh yes," she moaned, "it feels so goooooood." "What does slut?" I questioned, getting turned on in this new dominant persona. "Your cock in myyyyy ass," she screamed, holding herself up with one hand as she moved her other to frantically rub herself. "Only dirty ass sluts come from getting ass fucked," I teased, even as I began to feel my balls boil. "I guess I'm a dirty ass slut theeeeeen," she moaned, before shifting to screaming, "because I'm about to come from getting ass-fuuuuuuucked. I kept fucking her hard as her orgasm coursed through her. "Oh yes, keep fucking your slut's ass," she demanded, as she babbled, "so good, best, ev-ev-ever, fuck, god, soooo, shit, can't quiiiit comiiiing." Suddenly her legs gave out and she fell to the ground. "Shiiiit," she whimpered, as she fell onto her side. I pulled her up onto her knees and shoved my cock in her mouth and fucked her face. She slobbered and gagged a couple of times as I roughly fucked her face, my own orgasm near eruption. I asked, pulling my cock out of her mouth, "Mouth or ass, slut." "Fill my ass," she answered, getting on all fours. I quickly got behind her and filled her ass with one deep hard forward thrust. "Mother fucking Chriiiiiist," she screamed, as I learned from this angle I could go even deeper into her ass. "Beg for my cum, Karen," I ordered, as I continued to drill her ass. "Oh God, come, come, come, in my, my, my, asssss," she struggled to beg, the mixture of pleasure and pain obvious. Suddenly Beth bent over taking Derrick's cock popped back into my head and my balls erupted and I shot my second load deep into Karen's ass. "Yeeeeeees," Karen moaned, "Fill my ass with your cum." I continued pistoning in and out of her ass until every last drop of my cum was unloaded. Pulling out, I ordered, "Clean me off, slut." Her orgasm done, I worried she would not be so friendly to name-calling, but she quickly turned around, still on her knees and deep throated my cock. As she did, she surprised me as she moved her hand and pushed the butt plug deeper into my ass, my whole body moved forward and my cock went so deep down her throat she gagged and fell backwards. Laughing, she said, "Apparently you have an ass reflex." Laughing back, I pulled her up, "Looks like you have a gag reflex." "I never had complaints before," she pouted. "Nor will you again," I said, kissing her hard. We kissed for a couple of minutes before she said, "We should probably get dressed. The parents will be home in half an hour." I reached behind to pull out the plug but Karen said, "Keep it in baby. I want that ass nice and ready for me." "Are you serious?" I asked, the idea of a butt plug in my ass kind of gay. "Deadly," she said, spanking my ass. "You did me, I get to do you." "Is that so?" I asked, her brief submissive behaviour gone. "Tit for tat or in this case ass for ass," she shrugged. "But it's kind of gay," I said, Derrick's big cock again popping into my head. "Only if you think of it that way," she shrugged, keeping the thigh highs on under her sweats. "How so?" I asked, getting dressed myself, the plug still in me. "I am a girl and you are a guy, thus it can't be gay," she said, rather matter-of-factly. Her logic made sense. It can't be gay if I am having sex with a woman. "When you put it that way, I guess it isn't gay." "Sucking a real cock is gay, sucking my cock will be fucking hot," she said, a twinkle in her eye. "Why do you want to fuck me?" I asked, the timing so strange after all I saw recently. "I want to do everything with you," she admitted, kissing me, her hand squeezing my cock. "Tough to argue that logic," I gave in. "Good, tomorrow night I plan to take your cherry," she said, talking in a deep voice, trying to act manly. "Don't you ever use that tone again," I laughed, thinking it was strange to hear her talking of taking my cherry. "Tomorrow after the game, your ass is mine," she said, slapping my ass directly where the butt plug was. "Fuuuuck," I yelped, the plug going where it wasn't supposed to go. "And keep it in until you get ready for the game," she ordered. "Yes, Mistress," I joked, as I followed her downstairs. "Mistress, I like that," she said. ..... I hurt myself twice, forgetting the plug was in my ass when I got in my car and when I fell on my bed to go to sleep. Oddly, as I lay in bed, I wondered what it would be like to have the toy in my ass moving in and out. I moved my hand to my ass and moved the toy in and out of my ass. I can't explain it but the feeling was indescribable. I wanted more. I wished it was longer so it would go deeper. Closing my eyes, I tried to imagine Karen with a strap-on fucking me from behind. I pumped the small plug in and out of my ass while simultaneously stroking my suddenly rock hard cock. Pumping my cock while I tried to fuck myself, I continued envisioning what Karen had planned for Saturday night for me. I imagined me on my knees, as she again in sexy thigh high stockings slowly fucked my ass. I fantasized her telling me how hot it was to see me with her cock in my ass and how she planned to fuck me all the time. I moaned in response as my own orgasm began to boil. I imagined her moving faster in my eager ass when suddenly there was a deep hard thrust and I screamed and heard Derrick's voice, "That's it my straight faggot. You love big black cock up your man cunt don't you?" I whimpered, "God yes, I love your cock in my man cunt," just as my cock erupted spewing my cum all over my sheets. Opening my eyes, I gasped at the words I said out loud; mortified my parents might have heard me. I quickly pulled the plug out of my ass, wiped it off with my socks, and went to my bathroom. Looking in the mirror I was mortified at how Derrick kept getting pulled into my sex fantasies, even during sex with my girlfriend. I just had the most amazing sex of my life and yet images of Derrick popped into my head while I fucked Karen's ass. I'm not gay, or bi, or curious, I said to myself. I need to focus on basketball and Karen. In the end, I thought even though my mind was playing tricks on me, the key was I stayed a man if these strange situations continued to arise, which they did the next morning. 3. THINGS GET EVEN MORE COMPLICATED I had just got out of the shower, my usual early bird self, when I got a text from coach, which wasn't unusual. Eric, Please come over to my office ASAP to discuss the game. Knock three times. I often met with coach before the game so this wasn't new, but knocking three times was strange. I hoped it was just game talk, but a feeling in my gut told me Derrick was up to something. I pondered whether to put the plug in my ass, but decided not to, mostly because I didn't have any lube and well it was really gay. The Craziest Sexy Love Story Ever I drove to school and headed straight to coach's office, mortified that I already had an erection. Why? What was turning me on? Reaching the office, I was surprised to see Beth there. "Hi Beth, what are you doing here?" "Just waiting for Derrick?" She answered sheepishly. "Are you two dating?" I asked, the thought still seeming ludicrous. "Um, not really," she said, clearly embarrassed to be asked such question. Wanting to know more, I asked, "What is not really?" "He doesn't want to label it," she answered, avoiding eye contact. "Beth, don't let him use you, you deserve someone as special as you," I said, thinking that perfect someone would be me. Ignoring my nice guy routine, which wasn't so nice since I had a girlfriend, she said, "I am supposed to watch the door." "For what?" I asked. "I don't know," she answered. I repeated, "Beth you are a very special, pretty girl. You deserve to be treated like a lady." "Go in," she said, still not making eye contact. Sighing, I said, "If you ever need to talk, I'm a great listener." Her tone biting suddenly, "Don't you already have Karen?" "I'm just trying to be a friend," I said, knowing that Karen has never been nice to her. Karen is hot, Karen is a nasty nympho, but Karen is also an elitist bitch who bullies those below her. "Go," Beth said, tears beginning to form in her eyes. I walked in and wasn't remotely surprised to see coach bent over his desk as Derrick fucked him. Derrick called out, "Get in here Beth." Beth sheepishly came in too. "Lock the door, slut," Derrick ordered. She obeyed, her face so red with shame I couldn't help but feel sorry for her. "I thought you would like to see Coach take it in the ass for the first time since you obviously enjoyed watching him suck my cock" Derrick said confidently. "Derrick I am not playing your game," I said firmly. I turned to leave but heard voices outside the office now. "You can pretend Eric, but you are a straight cocksucker just like coach here," Derrick said smugly, as he slowly fucked Coach. Coach moaned, clearly enjoying the cock in his ass, but kept his eyes closed obviously mortified to be caught in such a compromising situation...again. "You see, Coach loves it. You white guys are all the same. At first you think you are straight, but once you see a big thick black cock your brain begins to wonder. At first you are in denial, like you are right now, but I bet you have already had my cock pop into your head. Wondered what it would be like to have a big black cock like mine between your pretty little lips," he assessed. I was mortified by his correct assessment of the thoughts in my head, although I thought his black cock theory was ludicrous. I interrupted, "Derrick, you're full of shit." "If I am full of shit, you won't be hard right now," he said, continually fucking coach's ass while talking to me as if it was a natural thing to do. My face went red as I realized I was indeed rock hard, something I couldn't explain. He laughed, "You got hard watching me fuck Coach's ass. Do you wish it was you bent over the desk? Beth, pull out Eric's cock to see if he is hard." "Please, no," Beth gasped, surprised by the demand. "It wasn't a suggestion," Derrick said. I could have stopped her, I should have stopped her. Yet Beth being my secret crush, I was instantly focused on her touching my cock and not the fact that I had a girlfriend, or that she would show off my hard cock. Beth moved slowly towards me as Derrick explained, "It's ok Beth. Eric has had the hots for you forever." I wondered how he could possibly know such a thing. "On your knees, slut," Derrick ordered, continuing to fuck Coach. I was in awe as I watched Beth, her face red with shame, drop to her knees and fish out my cock. I moaned as her warm hand wrapped around my cock. "Is it hard, slut?" He asked. "Yes, hard as a rock," she answered, not looking at me or him. Derrick said, "My hypothesis again proven correct. Do you want Beth to blow you Eric?" I should have said no, yet her hand on my cock, looking down at her in her submissive position, I couldn't resist, "God, yes." "Go ahead Beth, show him how you can get an 'A' in cocksucking too," Derrick ordered. Beth suddenly looked up at me as if pleading for help, but I said, getting pulled deeper into Derrick's sick power game, "Get to sucking Beth." Beth looked back down and took my cock in her mouth. I briefly felt guilty, but once she swirled her tongue around my cock my guilt faded. I don't know how she did it, but she created a wavelike water sensation unlike anything I had ever felt before. I groaned and Derrick laughed, "She has quite the technique, doesn't she?" "God, yes," I whimpered, knowing I was going to come shamefully quick. "Her ass is the tightest I have ever fucked if you want a piece of that too," Derrick offered, before focusing on Coach, whose whimpers had been getting louder, "Beg for my cum in your ass faggot." Coach obviously was too far gone to care that two students were witnessing his humiliating sodomy as he instantly answered, "Oh God, fill my ass with your cum Derrick, my white ass is yours." The desk began moving as Derrick slammed harder into Coach. For some reason watching Coach get fucked and hearing him moan really turned me on, and I grabbed Beth's head and began fucking her face trying to replicate the deep hard thrusts of Derrick. My whole cock was shoved in Beth's mouth, her slobbering sounds only turning me on more. Looking up, Derrick somehow had his phone out and was either taping or taking pictures of me. "Fuck Derrick," I sighed, realizing he had evidence of my unfaithfulness to Karen. "Never know when such visuals can come in handy," he shrugged, before again shifting to a whimpering like a school girl Coach and saying, "Here it comes, coach faggot." Coach moaned, "Yeeeeeees, fiiiiiiill myyyy asssssss." I watched in voyeuristic awe as Coach got an ass full of cum. My own cock flinched and I shot my load down Beth's throat. Derrick laughed, "You came watching Coach get his ass fucked...deny it all you want Eric, but you are my next cocksucker, my next man cunt." "Never going to happen," I confidently said, pulling my cock out of Beth's mouth, my seven inches dangling. Pulling his cock out of Coach's ass, his ten inches swayed confidently, and although I tried to look away it was like a gravitational pull kept my eyes locked on it. "Slut come and clean me," Derrick ordered. Beth scurried like a famished woman in the desert and eagerly took his big black cock in her mouth. Derrick asked, again as I watched, "Sure you don't want a taste?" "Never going to happen," I said, pulling my pants up. "Never say never," he laughed, as he pulled his cock out of Beth's mouth and pulled his pants up. "Beth are you hungry for my cum?" Derrick asked. "More than anything," she said, looking like a vapid slut and not the academic genius she was. "Go suck my cum out of Coach's ass," he ordered. I thought Beth would recoil, but instead she crawled straight to coach and buried her face in his ass. Derrick took a couple pictures as he explained, "Once you get a taste of black cock you will do pretty much anything to have it again. Isn't that right, Coach?" "Yes," he admitted, his tone dripping with shame. I laughed, realizing he was probably right based on what I had just witnessed, "So it seems." "One taste Eric and you will be hooked too," he said confidently. Watching Beth move her face up and down hungrily sucking out Derrick's cum I was in awe of Derrick's power. I was about to say something when there was a knock at the door. Derrick snapped his fingers and Beth quickly stood up. Coach quickly stood up too, fumbled to get his pants up and sat down in his chair, his eyes big with fear and shame. Derrick unlocked the door and said, "We'll chat later Coach." "Sounds good," Coach replied, as his wife entered the room. "Hi, Mrs. Murphy," Derrick greeted, walking out the door. "Hi Derrick, Eric, Beth," she greeted, her facial expression confused that Beth was in an early basketball meeting and the boys' locker room. I asked, trying to act casual and keep up the image of a meeting, "Anything else Coach?" "No Eric, we will see how the game plans works," he said, covering well himself. I grabbed Beth's hand and led her out. Once out of earshot she gasped, "Oh my God!" "That's what I thought too when you sucked my cock," I said, suddenly wanting more of her. "I can't believe he made me do that," she said. "I can't fathom how you ended up in this predicament," I countered. "It's a long story," she said, before adding, her tone suddenly sultry, and shocking, "There is much more to me than meets the eye." She subtly squeezed my cock before walking away, leaving me hard and wanting more. ..... The rest of the day was the same old, same old, other than every time I saw Beth I imagined her mouth around my cock giving me the best blow job I have ever received. At lunch, guilt washed over me as Karen rubbed my cock underneath the table, unaware of my betrayal. Karen whispered in my ear part way through lunch, her hand firmly on my cock, "I can't wait to fuck you, baby. You are wearing your plug for me right?" "I couldn't get it in without lube," I replied back, not admitting I really had no interest in wearing one. Her hand left my cock instantly and she quit talking to me. Although she was a complete slut in the bedroom, outside of it she always expected others to obey her. Knowing there was no way to make her happy other than to do as she says, I whispered, "It's in my backpack if you have anything to help get it in." Her anger shifted and she turned back to me, "Can I put it in you now?" "Not here," I joked. "Of course not, rendezvous spot, five minutes?" She asked, although it wasn't a question. Trying to keep her happy, I countered, "Make it four." She squeezed my cock and said her goodbyes to her friends; I did the same a minute later and headed to meet her. I saw Beth was talking to Derrick at a doorway and not wanting to get involved in that conversation I turned and took another way around. Karen, being Karen, had convinced the principal that the cheerleaders needed their own room like the football players had, and as I mentioned, what Karen wants, Karen gets. The room was used for meetings, changing and so forth and often for blow jobs or quickies for me. Once in the room, she dropped to her knees, pulled down my pants and said, "I think there is time for a snack." I totally enjoyed her love of sucking cock. She would often just suck me off, swallow my load and expect nothing in return. She was the perfect girlfriend and yet even as she bobbed up and down on my cock it was Beth who popped into my head when I closed my eyes. At first it was her on her knees sucking my cock, then it was sucking cum out of coach's ass and then it was her taking Derrick's cock in her pussy. Even though I had already come once, the constant images of Beth flashing in my brain had my balls boiling rather quickly and I shot a second load of the day, this time down Karen's throat. Once done, she was back to business, "Bend over baby." "I feel like your bitch," I joked, even though I knew it wasn't really a joke. "Tonight you are," she said, as she surprised me by spreading my ass cheeks and licking my ass. "Oooooooooh," I moaned like a girl, surprised by how good it felt. A minute later, I felt warm lube coating my ass as she spoke, with a confidence just like Derrick, "I plan to take that ass of yours tonight, right here after the game." "H-h-here?" I stammered. "By the time you change, shower and talk to coach, all the girls will be gone, or waiting in the parking lot for the boys," she said, as I felt the toy between my ass cheeks. "If you say so," I agreed, hoping to prolong this situation a bit. "Beg for this in your ass," she ordered. "You got to be kidding meeee," I replied, as she slapped my ass. "Now, bitch," she ordered. "Please put that plug in my ass," I quickly begged, shocked by her aggressiveness. "You mean your man cunt," she corrected. My eyes went wide at hearing the same words Derrick had used and yet I answered as expected, "Yes, please fill my man cunt?" "Tonight I'm going to fuck you completely my little slut," she purred as she pushed the small toy in me. I whimpered, the thought both a turn-on and a turn-off. I couldn't believe how easily I acquiesced to her, particularly after she was so submissive to me last night. Yet, once it was all the way in me, she slapped my ass pushing the plug deeper in me and said, "Get dressed and don't you dare take that out of your ass until game time." "Okay," I again joked, as I pulled up my pants. "And when we are alone, it's Mistress," she ordered. "Okay," I repeated, my ass full and wanting more, yet my shame of being bossed around overwhelmed me. "Okay, what? She asked, her tone terse. "Okay, Mistress," I answered immediately. "Good," she said, pulling me in and kissing me hard and giving me one more slap on the ass. The rest of the day was fine, once I got used to sitting cautiously and not moving much with a toy in my rear. 4. BECOMING A STRAIGHT FAGGOT It was last period, with Mrs. Murphy, Coach's wife that things got weird again. Beth is in this class also and I hadn't heard a word of the teacher's lecture, as I drooled over Beth who continually slipped her stocking-clad feet in and out of her shoes. I noticed her toes...which were painted blood red. A couple of times she looked back at me and smiled as if knowing the impact she was having on me. When class was done I wanted to talk to her again, but she left with a couple friends, plus I wasn't sure what I would say to her, so I just let it drop. I was heading to my locker; I had an hour before we needed to be back at school to get ready to go to the game, when I heard Derrick's voice. "Eric, I need a favor," he said. My whole body tensed at what he may need. I turned around and asked, acting casual, "What do you need?" "A ride home. I forgot my uniform in the laundry," he said. Continuing to act like I would have before I learned what I learned I said, "Sure, ready to go now?" "No time like the present," he said and we went to my car. We actually talked basketball on the walk and the beginning of the drive. I had dropped him off on the Monday before so I knew where he lived; it was about a twenty minute drive. Once out of the school area, he asked, "So did you enjoy Beth?" I sighed, "Let's stick to talking about the game." "But, I need to know. Beth wants to know if you were happy with her cocksucking," he said. "I'm sure she didn't say that," I said, even as her lips wrapped around my cock returned to my head. "She really likes you," he said. "Isn't she your girlfriend?" I asked. "I am not a one girl guy. I have half a dozen eager to take my load, but Beth was special in her innocence and eagerness. Taking her from an innocent virgin to a cock hungry slut was a lot of fun," Derrick explained. "How?" I asked, my own cock rock hard and dying to know how Beth ended up in her current predicament. "Like I said," he began, as he pulled out his cock, "once you get a taste of the black side there is no going back." "Put that away," I snapped, as he wrapped his hand around it and slowly made it grow. "It's just a cock," he said, adding, "If you are as straight as you say you are this isn't a big deal." He stressed the word big, which made me flush. "Whatever," I said, not getting myself pulled into his game. "So did you enjoy Beth?" He asked again. "Yes fuck, but I can't believe I cheated on Karen," I admitted. "She will rip your balls off if she finds out," he said, stroking his cock. "Is that a threat," I asked, looking at him and without meaning to looking down at his growing cock. "No, no, just a fact," he said. "Oh sure, I could blackmail you to suck my cock, but I know it is only a matter of time before you are eagerly bobbing up and down on it." "Fuck off, Derrick," I said, as we stopped at a red light. "Go ahead, grab it," he a said, "you know you want to." I refused to look, knowing that even though I wasn't gay, there seemed to be a magnetic pull leading me towards his cock. "Look at it, Eric, it's nice, big, and ready for your lips," he said, his confident demeanor oddly soothing. I shouldn't have looked, but yet I couldn't resist and took a look at his now firmly stiff ten inch cock. I stared at it, unable to take my eyes off it, now so close to me. My mouth watered my sudden desire to have it in my mouth growing even as I screamed inside to resist. Thankfully, a honk told me the light had changed and I returned my eyes to the road. Derrick laughed, "Saved by the horn." I didn't respond as I focused on the road and having the strength to not look back down. "Beth likes you, by the way," Derrick said. "Seems she's more into you," I replied. "That's just natural selection she can't resist me, but she has had a crush on you forever. She just doesn't think she can compete with Karen," Derrick explained. It was so strange, his cock was out, he wanted me to suck him, yet he was also seemingly trying to set me up with Beth at the same time. I scoffed at the natural selection theory, "I don't believe there is a sexual hierarchy." "You're in denial," he said, as we reached another red light. "You know you want my cock, you are using every ounce of strength to hold onto the last remaining threads of your straightness. Go ahead, Eric, just reach over and grab it." Resistance suddenly seemed futile. I figured I would just touch it, and then return to driving, but that isn't what happened. Once it was in my hand, I felt like my hand was magnetically attached to it. His cock was so much thicker than mine, and it felt so warm in my hand. "That's it, Eric," Derrick soothed. "Just enjoy it in your hand." The light changed and I kept my hand on his cock as I continued driving. Derrick continued the Beth conversation as if there was nothing odd with the fact that I was holding his cock. "You see Eric, you and Beth will end up with each other or people like you, that is just the way society works, but that doesn't mean you can't love the life that so many white people fantasize about, submitting to black cock or pussy." It was so absurd to listen to his words and yet as he spoke them they made sense as well. My hand was on his cock, I had let Beth blow me and unknown to him I had a plug in my ass. "So I should marry a white girl, that has submitted to black cock?" I asked, unable to let him know of my conflicting emotions. "In essence...eventually you two will settle and this wild time of black submission will fade, but it will always be a lingering effect," he said, as if he was some philosopher. I let go of his cock to pull into his driveway. "Ready to submit to your hunger?" Derrick asked. My response betrayed me as instead of protesting I asked mortified, "Here?" "In the car?" He laughed, "Maybe a quick suck to wet your appetite." I froze looking down at his cock. After all the denial, it looked so appetizing, so juicy and I hungered for it. As if reading my mind, he said, "I can see it in your eyes, Eric. You have an insatiable hunger to lean down and take it in your mouth, yet the unrealistic expectations of society are holding you back. Eric you want my cock, you need my cock, and it is only a matter of time before you accept this." I continued staring, the invisible line between straight and not-so-straight fading. The Craziest Sexy Love Story Ever "Make a decision Eric, if you're not willing to take my load, I need to text my cheerleading cocksucker to take my load," he explained. "Who?" I asked, still unable to take my eyes off his big, hard cock. "Just a slut, they all are," Derrick said, "at least for big black cock." I looked out the window, we seemed rather secluded, but I couldn't do it here in my car. "Now, Eric, taste it," Derrick said, reaching for my head. He gently guided me down and I didn't resist at all, falling slowly like a leaf in fall, until my face was in front of his cock. With no time to think, I just opened my mouth and took his cock in as natural as opening my mouth to eat. They say when you meet the one you just know, and my feelings right then were exactly the same. I just knew, like he said I would, that I was meant to suck his cock. It felt so natural between my lips, his erection so hard that I suddenly wanted, needed to please him. "That's it, Eric, take your time with my big snake," he said, I imagined him smiling smugly over adding me to his cocksucker harem. Yet, I didn't care. I wanted more of his cock in my mouth and I began to slowly bob up and down on it. "Let's take this inside, cocksucker," he ordered, now having got me drawn into the thrill of pleasuring him. I sat up, suddenly embarrassed by what I had done and being called a cocksucker, and said, "I can't believe I did that." "Follow me inside," he ordered, putting his cock away and getting out of the car. I didn't move, knowing if I did I would be unable to resist his cock. Just before he closed the door, he said, "Eric, I gave you a taste, if you don't come and finish what you started, I will never give you a chance again. It's now or never, cocksucker." He closed the door and headed to his house. I wanted to just drive away, I wanted to stand up for myself like a man and yet after a brief, futile resistance, I got out of the car and headed inside to suck cock. In his house, he was sitting on the couch, his pants at his ankles watching sports highlights. "So what is it cocksucker?" I whispered, ashamed by my own weakness, "I want to finish what I started." "Finish what?" He asked, not looking at me, but at the television. "Sucking your cock," I admitted, the words tasting like vinegar out of my mouth. "Well, don't just stand there cocksucker, get on your knees and crawl to me," he ordered, still not looking at me. I felt cheap, I felt humiliated, but the hunger to have his cock back in my mouth overruled my emotions and pride. I fell to my knees and crawled to him. Reaching his feet, I looked up and saw he had his phone out. Had he taped my whole crawl towards him? "Tell me what you want," he said, the camera pointing directly at me. "Please don't tape this," I said, even as I remained on my knees just inches from his cock. "This is not for blackmail or show, just for my own personal collection," he said. "Now answer me Eric, what do you want from me?" I didn't want to answer, but his massive python directly in front of me had such a hypnotic power on me I just had to have it. I whispered, "To suck your cock." He laughed, "You are in advanced English, you can do better than that." He tapped my lips with his cock and I instantly opened my mouth to take it. "So eager, cocksucker, but answer my question first." So enthralled by his cock, so famished to have it in my mouth, I answered like a complete slut. "I want to take that immense, black succulent python between my lips." "And be a cocksucker?" He asked. "Yes. Your cocksucker," I added, knowing I would only do this for him. "Go ahead, cocksucker, become a straight faggot," he smiled. I winced at the word faggot, but my need to have his cock in my mouth overruled everything else and I leaned forward and took it between my lips. At first I just slowly swirled my tongue around his mushroom top in awe of its width. Slowly though, trying to create saliva like Beth had done on my cock I moved up and down the first few inches. "Shit Eric, you're a natural at this," he groaned, which somehow turned me on more knowing I was having that sort of effect in him I continued bobbing back and forth eager to get him off, although not wanting this moment to ever end. You remember your first home run, you remember your first kiss and I was going to forever remember my first time sucking black cock. A few minutes later, time seeming irrelevant, Derrick said, "Fuck Eric, you really love my cock, don't you?" I couldn't resist as I admitted, "I fucking love it." "I knew you would, cocksucker," he said, before adding, "But we need to get going pretty soon or we will be late for the game. So sit up." I did, but still on my knees. "I'm going to fuck your face," he announced. "O-o-okay," I said nervously. "Open up, slut," he ordered and shoved his cock in my mouth. Although he didn't shove all ten inches in my mouth, he pumped his cock furiously between my lips and I just focused on not gagging and breathing. Strangely, sitting there being used for someone else's pleasure really turned me on. I just shut my brain off, shut off my morals and was used as a cum bucket. "I'm going to come down your pretty throat, cocksucker," he grunted before seconds later I felt his salty seed explode in my mouth. I gagged a bit but swallowed all his seed. The taste was unexplainable, but one I knew I would want again. As he pulled out, he asked, "Did you enjoy it?" "Yes," I admitted. "Do you want my cock again?" He asked. "Yes," I again admitted. "Do you need to come?" "God, yes," I said, my cock ready to burst for reasons unfathomable to me. "You got hard sucking black cock and swallowing cum?" He questioned a smile on his face. Shame washed over me as I admitted, "I guess so." "I thought you were straight," he continued, pushing the knife of humiliation deeper into my back. "So did I," I smiled for the first time. "Then what are you?" He asked, as he put his beautiful cock away. "Your cocksucker," I admitted, now understanding all his theories. "My faggot?" He pushed. "Yes, whatever you want to call me," I agreed, knowing I would never say no to him again. "Good faggots you know also take it in the ass," he clarified. I stammered, even though I liked the idea of Karen fucking me, his cock was too big, "I-I-it's too big." "I'll train that man cunt of yours first," he said. I laughed, thinking of the irony that it was already being trained without his knowledge, "I'm not sure." "Don't worry, I am," he said, before adding, as he made a call. "Slut are you home yet?" After a pause, "good get your ass over here as soon as you get home...and hurry." "We will be in a hurry when the slut gets here so get your pants off," he said. "Who? Beth?" I asked, baffled. He laughed, "Oh no, this cougar is one eager little black cock loving slut." "How many do you have?" I asked, in awe of his prowess. "Girls or guys?" He chuckled. "Both," I asked, wanting to know how I fit into this picture. "Over two dozen women and you're faggot number six," he said. "What other guys?" I asked, curiosity taking over, as I got out of my pants and underwear. "I don't turn straight boys and tell," he laughed. "Do I know them?" I asked. "Yep, one is even on the team," he revealed as he noticed my butt plug, which I had got so use to I forgot it was there. "Is that a plug in your ass?" He asked for the first time surprised. Shame again hit me as I stammered, "Y-y-yes, Karen made me." "That is fucking priceless. I knew she wore the pants in your relationship, but I didn't know she also had the cock," he laughed. "It's not like that," I tried to defend. "How is it then?" He asked. "She let me fuck her ass last night, but only if I promised her mine tonight," I explained. "And after seeing coach get ass fucked you were eager and curious," he added. "It was before that," I corrected. "Well, I guess you're already being trained to be a faggot," he said, just as there was a knock at the door. "Come in, slut," he yelled. A voice I recognized instantly as our cold as ice principal Mrs. Anderson, as she said, "I thought you would be headed back to school for the game by...." She stopped when she saw me half naked in front of her. Derrick said, "Eric here is all hard after giving me his first blow job." My face went red at the thought of my principal knowing I sucked cock, although obviously she had submitted to him too. "You can't be serious?" She questioned, her tone firm like she always was in school. "Knees now, slut," he ordered. "Derrick this was between you and I," she said. "Did you mistake this as a conversation where you have any say?" He questioned. "I don't fuck and tell but all my subs are free game amongst each other." "This is going too far," she continued her defiant behaviour. "Either do as you're told or leave slut, but if you leave you will never get my cock again," he threatened, his tone firm. After a brief delay, her resolve dissipated, just like mine had earlier, and she whispered, "What do you want me to do?" "I was just going to get you to suck my new cocksucker's cock, but now that you were so difficult I think he gets that cunt of yours," he said. "I'll suck him," she said, moving to me and dropping to her knees. She took me between her lips and began bobbing quickly. I couldn't believe our chubby, pretty, huge tit bitch principal, was also under his spell. After a minute of sucking, "Derrick said, "Lift up that skirt of yours and beg Eric to fuck that cunt of yours." "Please, just let me blow him," she pleaded. "You have five seconds to have that cunt ready," he threatened. Defeated, she pulled up her skirt, revealing she too was in thigh highs and was not wearing any underwear. She bent over the couch, a humiliated look in her eyes. "Beg me, slut," I ordered, suddenly feeling powerful over the ice queen bitch. She glared at me, looked at Derrick before saying, "Please Eric fuck my cunt." Hearing the ice queen use the word 'cunt' was hot and yet unreal. I slid my cock in her surprisingly wet cunt and groaned, "Shit, she is soaked." "She is the biggest slut in our school and yet no one knows," Derrick said. Horny as hell, I slammed my cock into her colliding with her wide ass. After a couple of minutes, Derrick said, "I'll be back in a few going to get my uniform and take a piss." "Sure," I said, loving hearing the moans of Mrs. Anderson as I pounded her from behind. Her early resistance faded as she begged, "Harder Eric, fuck me harder." I obliged as I slammed into her with full force making her scream. "Oh God yes, Eric, hammer my cunt," she continued. "I thought you didn't want my cock in that wet box of yours?" I asked, shifting from submissiveness a few minutes ago to dominant. "Just fuck me," she moaned, her whole demeanor changing from ice cold to hellish hot once her cunt was filled with my cock. "Tell me you're a slut, Principal Anderson," I ordered. "Just fuck me," she repeated, although her tone was her usual bossy one. "Do as you're told," I ordered, trying to be firm like Derrick, as I slapped her fat ass. "Fuck Eric," she whimpered, before adding, "Fine, your principal is a dirty fucking slut. Is that better?" "A contradictory bitch," I added. "Yes," she moaned. "Who wants to get ass fucked," I continued. To my surprise, she replied with a smile, "You really are a dirty boy, Eric." "Beg to have your ass fucked," I ordered, pulling out and moving my cock to her back door. "Oh God Eric, fuck my ass," she pleaded, actually moving her ass back onto my cock. As my cock slowly penetrated her ass she pushed back, I added, "You mean your fat ass?" "Yes, dammiiiiiit, fuck my fat ass," she moaned as my cock disappeared into her. "Man I wish everyone knew that the ice queen was a fucking ass slut," I said. "Oh God," she moaned as her ass cheeks made contact with my body all my cock now in her. "Ride me slut," I instructed, eager to watch our chubby but pretty principal fuck herself in the ass with my cook. "Yes," she eagerly agreed, beginning to move back and forth. "Yes, what?" I asked, my cock being milked so well I had very little time left to enjoy my principal. "Yes, I love your cock in me," she moaned, as she continued bouncing on my cock. A few more strokes and my balls bubbled and I pulled out, pulled her by the hair to my cock and pumped it vigorously. Without instruction, she opened her mouth wide like the cum slut she was. My first rope of cum shot right into her mouth as did the second. The third and fourth hit her black blouse, my white gooey cum a cool contrast. She took my cock back in her mouth and cleaned my cock. Derrick said, obviously back downstairs, "We got to go." "Get yourself off, slut," I ordered. "A submissive and a Dom," Derrick chuckled. I shrugged. Principal Anderson, obviously hungry to get off, laid back on the floor with no shame and began rubbing her clit. Derrick said, "Lock up when you are done, slut." "Yeeeees, Massssster," she nodded as her orgasm got close. I wanted to bury my face in her cunt, but resisted knowing we had to get going. I said, "Next time I want to taste that cunt of yours in your office." "Okkkkaaaaaay," she moaned, as her orgasm hit. Back in the car, I asked amazed, "Is there anyone you can't get?" "Not yet," he shrugged. "I can't believe I did what I did," I said, as I began driving. "Sucking cock or fucking Principal Anderson?" he asked. "Both," I admitted, my life changing so much after catching him in the act with coach a couple of days ago. "Well, I got another surprise for you yet," he said. "What would that be?" I asked. "Do you like Beth?" he questioned. "Yes," I admitted. "You would choose her over Karen wouldn't you?" he asked. "It's not that black and white," I said. He laughed, "That is an ironic answer." I laughed back, "I suppose it is." "So who would you choose?" he asked. "I like them both," I admitted, the conversation still surreal considering what he had just made me do. "Ok, Karen is hot, probably amazingly kinky in bed and a complete bitch outside of it," he properly assessed. "Very accurate," I concurred. "Beth is more cute than hot, will be as kinky as you train her to be, and yet has the biggest heart in the world," Derrick said. "When you put it that way it seems pretty obvious," I said, him ironically making it rather black and white. "Or to put it another way, not that you are ready for it, but who could you imagine marrying down the road?" he asked. "What are you the guru of love and bisexuality?" I joked, this conversation just so surreal. He laughed, "Truthfully I am just about getting laid and lately turning white guys, but Beth is special...even more special than you know" I agreed, "There is something about her I have always been drawn to." He smiled, clearly knowing something I didn't, "After today I am quite sure you two are meant to be." "Why is that?" I asked, thinking sucking another guy's cock not something that usually woos the ladies. "Trust me, I'm right," he said, as we pulled into the school parking lot. "Karen will rip me a new one," I said. "She already plans to tonight," he joked. "Touche," I laughed. "Well you have a choice to make my little cocksucker," he said. My face blushed again as I wondered could I really have Beth? After fifteen minutes of somewhat normal conversation, there it was again. "Can you not call me that?" I asked. "I won't in public, but when it's just us two you are still my cocksucker," he said adding, "Unless, of course, you don't want to have it in your mouth again." I sighed, "No, I want it again." "Right now?" he asked. I did truthfully, but looking at the clock we were already ten minutes late. "We're already late." "It's okay, I have something on coach," he joked, grabbing his crotch before getting out of the car. We won the game rather handily 88-56 and on the court nothing had changed. I was still the man. Could I be both a dominant and a submissive? It seemed so replaying the day. I decided after the game, I would tell Karen we were through. I wasn't sure how I was going to do it, but I would avoid getting fucked in the ass, although part of me wanted to try it. The plug in me all day and yesterday causing a growing curiosity to feel what it would be like, yet the reality was I still wanted to keep the facade of being a man's man...despite my obvious hunger for Derrick's cock. Yet, like everything else this week, things didn't go according to plan. 5. ROYALLY FUCKED I went to meet Karen with the plan to break up with her, but ended up getting a lot more than I bargained for. I texted her: We need to talk. She responded back almost immediately: You know where I am. I sighed knowing just how hard this was going to be. I liked Karen a lot; she was everything a teenage guy could ask for, yet that was no longer enough for me...I wanted more than just sex and I could get that with Beth. Knowing Beth liked me, even though she was Derrick's submissive, overpowered everything else. It was strange but somehow Derrick's strange Cupid like advice had me thinking of a future with Beth...even though we both had submitted to Derrick. I knocked on the door and Karen called out, "Come in." I took one more deep breath before heading into the verbal slaughter I knew was coming once I broke up with her. The first of the domino of surprises that still awaited me that night started when I learned Karen wasn't alone. Entering the room, I was surprised to find Karen was on a bench legs spread open and even more surprised to see another cheerleader, Skye, on her knees licking Karen's pussy. "Hey baby, here is your answer to do I play with girls," she smiled. All my resolve to break up with her vanished as I watched every straight guy's fantasy, of two girls playing with each other. "Come join us, baby," she moaned, "Skye wants to watch." My eyes went big at the thought of another girl, a classmate, watching me get sodomized. "R-r-really?" I stammered. "Sure, she is very eager," Karen moaned, pulling the brunette deeper into her pussy. I watched the lesbian action for a minute or two my cock growing instantly. "Give me your cock, baby," Karen demanded. I walked over, tentative, having Skye there making me uncomfortable and excited at the same time. As I stood in front of her, Karen quickly fished out my almost fully-erect cock and began sucking. As she bobbed, I glanced down to watch Skye licking Karen's pussy. Skye was moving her head sideways while her tongue remained extended. It was the hottest thing I had ever seen in person. Skye, although not as beautiful as Karen, but she was a solid nine and had the tightest ass in the school. Like Karen, she was a complete bitch to the unpopular kids, a stereotypical cheerleader in every sense of the word. I suddenly wondered if Karen was going to let me fuck Skye. I also noticed there was a cheerleading outfit and thigh highs on another bench, which I thought was curious. Karen allowed my cock to slip out of her mouth as she put her hands on the bench she was sitting on, closed her eyes and allowed the orgasm that had been building to flow through her. Watching a woman's facial expression immediately before the orgasm hits and during the brief euphoria that follows is super sexy...especially because they are so vulnerable during this moment of pleasure no longer worried about looking perfect. The Craziest Sexy Love Story Ever Opening her eyes, a minute later, Karen asked, "Ready, baby?" "For what?" I asked, glancing down at Skye, implying I wasn't comfortable to do what we had agreed upon with a witness. "To get ass fucked," she said bluntly. Skye looked up, her face coated with Karen's wetness, and upped the ante, "And to take my ass." My cock flinched at Skye's words. "I think he likes your proposal," Karen said looking down at Skye, before turning to me and adding, "But first we need to get you in costume." "Excuse me?" I questioned, distracted by the thought if fucking Skye's perfectly curved ass. "If I'm going to fuck you like a girl, you need to be dressed as one," she said. "I didn't agree to that," I protested. "I wasn't asking your opinion," she replied, her bitchy tone on full display. "Plus, it will be twice as hot that way when you take my ass," Skye said. "You do want to fuck my ass, don't you Eric?" What does one say to such a question when your girlfriend is right beside you? I looked for help from Karen. She shrugged, "I've fucked her ass already, but she has yet to have a real pulsing cock in her ass and I offered her your cock." "That was awful nice of you," I quipped. "I know," she smiled, before ordering, "Now put on your uniform, I even bought you nylons since you love them so much." "On you," I pointed out. "I think you will look very sexy in them," she countered. "Show him that ass for motivation, Skye," Karen ordered. Skye got off her knees, bent over so far she touched her toes and Karen moved over and flipped up Skye's skirt. "Do you like?" Karen asked. Skye's ass was pantyhose clad and sans underwear, but with a hole exactly where her rosebud appeared. I stammered, "I-I-I-love." "Good, now get in your costume," Karen demanded again. Any doubts about doing as she said dissipated when I glanced back at Skye's inviting pantyhose clad ass. I moved the few feet to the cheerleading outfit and got undressed. Once in my underwear only, Karen ordered, "Those too." I obeyed, my stiff cock pointing directly at the two sexy, slutty cheerleaders both still in their uniform...although only Skye still had on her mocha pantyhose. "Now it's time for you to become my pretty little slut," Karen purred. The name calling did not turn me on, but the thought of fucking Skye whose ass was begging for attention, kept me obedient. I put on the ridiculously tight sweater and the skirt. Karen then suggested "Skye, why don't you come and finish dressing up our little slut." "Hmmmmmmm," Skye purred, finally moving from her obscenely impressive flexible bending, and moved to me. "Sit down, slut." I obeyed, slightly ashamed that my cock was so hard when I was being treated so demeaning by my girlfriend. Skye took the first thigh high and kneeling before me rolled the stocking up and slowly, like a snail meandering, moved up my leg. Her breath hot, wet and so near my cock had me ready to do whatever I had too to get her ass. Finally, the top of the first thigh high reached my thigh. "Is this for me?" she asked, squeezing my iron stiff cock. "All for you," I replied suavely. Skye asked, looking at Karen instead of me, "Can I have a taste?" "Go ahead, get it ready for that ass of yours," Karen said. I watched as another woman put their mouth around my cock. If this was a porn movie it would be criticized as being even too farfetched for porn. It was less than a minute, before she allowed my cock to slip out of her mouth as she grabbed the other stocking. She repeated the slow process slithering the stocking up my leg. She joked, "Next time we better shave our little girl." Being called a little girl should have made me embarrassed, yet at this moment it turned me on. I was theirs to do as they pleased. Once the second stocking was on my leg, she sat up, grabbed my cock and pulled me up from the bench. Turning to me, Skye asked, "Ready to fuck my ass with that big cock of yours Eric?" "If you insist," I joked. She bent over, gripping the bench to balance herself, her pantyhose clad ass right in front of me. Karen moved to us, handing me a tube of lube. She grabbed Skye's ass and ripped at the seam of her crotch creating a gaping hole for my erect cock. Karen then lowered herself in-between Skye's legs and buried her face in-between Skye's ass cheeks. My cock flinched at the nasty erotic sight even as my mind wondered to Beth burying her face between coach's cum-leaking ass. Beth. I was going to dump Karen today and instead I am dressed as a girl, getting ready to fuck another girl's ass while eventually getting my own ass fucked. My life was officially out of control. "That's it, eat my ass," Skye moaned. Karen eventually stood back up, took the lube and poured some between Skye's ass cheeks. Turning back to me, she poured lube on my cock, then stroking it. "Ready, baby?" Karen purred. "Yes, baby," I replied, Skye's ass begging me to fuck it. "Go ahead, my girl, fuck my slut," Karen said. Hearing her call Skye 'her slut' made me smile, not remotely surprised that Karen was the one in control in their lesbian relationship. "More than ready," I agreed, as I moved behind Skye and positioned my cock at her puckered back door. "Shove it in, Eric," Skye demanded. I obliged the demand, pushing my cock slowly inside her back door. It was so tight yet I kept pushing my cock deeper. "Fuuuuuck," Skye whimpered, my cock widening her ass. "You like that?" I asked, as the last inch of my cock filled her ass. "Fuuuck, so much bigger than Karen's cooooock," Skye whimpered. "You're super fucking tight," I groaned. "Tighter than me," Karen questioned. I looked back and saw she was now wearing a black strap-on cock, of course it was black...although thankfully a lot smaller than Derrick's massive rod. "Ready to be in a cheerleader's sandwich," Karen asked, her hand stroking her fake cock. Karen looked stupidly hot with a cock hanging between her legs and any lingering doubts I had about allowing her to fuck me and take my anal cherry had disappeared. "Whatever you say, Mistress," I replied, getting into the submissive act. "Good answer, Erica," she said, pouring lube on her black cock. My face blushed at how she changed my name from masculine to feminine with just one letter added to my name. "Yes, you will be Erica for the rest of the night, is that understood, slut?" she asked me, the question rhetorical. "Yes, Mistress," I agreed, as I began moving my cock in and out of Skye's ass trying to maintain my manhood while preparing to really allow my feminine side to be exposed. "Good girl, Erica," Karen purred, the tone she gave whenever she got what she want...which was always. Skye moaned, "Fuck Erica, you are such a bad, bad, giiiirl." "As are you," I grunted back just as I felt Karen's hands on my hips. "Relax, slut," Karen ordered. My cock deep in Skye's ass, I waited for the inevitable. "Yes, Mistress." "Beg for me to fuck your ass, Erica," she ordered. Feeling the plastic toy between my cheeks, I begged, curious to feel what it was like to get ass fucked, as I continued to fuck Skye, "Please Karen take your slut's virgin ass." "Don't you mean cunt, my little sissy?" she questioned as lube was poured between my ass cheeks. "Yes, Mistress, fuck my cunt with your big cock," I begged, the words sounding as ludicrous as they were. "Good girl," Karen purred as I felt cock begin to push forward. I clenched my teeth as even the cockhead of her cock was wider than the toy I had yesterday. My cock remained buried deep in Skye as Karen began her journey deep into me. The pain was sharp, yet my cock in Skye's ass numbed the pain. I just allowed Karen to sodomize me like a little girly slut. Eventually, my ass was filled and I was literally sandwiched between two hot cheerleaders. "How does it feel, Erica?" Karen asked, her tone telling me she loved this. The burn in my ass was not fading, yet I couldn't deny the reality that it felt good to have my ass filled. I wanted to feel now what it felt like to get fucked...like a girl. I answered, "Good." "Just good?" she questioned, feeling my ass full I wanted more. "Please fuck me," I begged, wanting to feel what it felt like to be fucked instead of the one doing the fucking. "Your tight little cunt?" Karen asked, obviously turned on by my feminization. "Yes, fuck my tight cunt," I begged. Karen's hands squeezed my hips, conversely I squeezed Skye's, and I felt the slow pull out of her cock and then back in; as she slowly fucked me, the pain faded away and a strange pleasure replaced it. It was indescribable; it wasn't intense like having Beth's mouth on my cock, but it was a tingling pleasure that created goose bumps throughout my body. After a couple of minutes of getting slowly fucked, I wanted more. I wanted to be pounded, to be used. I finally said, "Harder, Mistress." "My little bitch really wants her cunt fucked hard, doesn't she," she teased. "Oh God yes," I moaned like a girl. "Let's make this a real sex sandwich," Karen said. "I want you to bounce back on my cock and then slam forward into Skye." "Your wish is my command," I agreed. Although awkward at first, as I slowly got used to the rhythm, I began to get fucked and fuck. I filled my ass with Karen's cock and then filled Skye's ass with mine. The two sensations, polar opposites, created a sexy equilibrium that was impossible to explain. My cock and ass, equally receiving pleasure that contradicted themselves, created a balance of pleasure that was euphoric and yet not climatic (yet another oxymoron). "Faster, Erica," Karen ordered after a couple of minutes. "Yes bitch, fuck my ass harder," Skye demanded. The next few minutes were pure sexual perfection. In a smooth rhythm, I slammed into Karen's cock filling my ass deeply, my cock almost leaving Skye' ass, then I slammed forward penetrating her as deep as I could with my cock. Skye and I took turns whimpering from getting ass fucked, our breathing getting heavier until I knew I was going to come. I warned, "I'm going to come soon." Karen ordered, "Fill my slut's ass, Erica, while I fuck you to orgasm." "Yes, Mistress," I obeyed, burying my cock as deep as I could into Skye. I remained buried in her ass, as Karen began fucking me hard. Each forward thrust somehow pushed me to new uncharted depths in Skye and simultaneously it seemed to milk my prostate. "Fuuuuuck," I grunted, a couple of strokes later as I shot my load in Skye's ass. "Fuuuuuck," Skye screamed herself as she frantically rubbed her clit bringing herself to orgasm. Neither Skye nor I moved for a minute as we allowed our orgasms to flow through us. When Karen finally pulled out of me, my ass felt surprisingly empty. I had never come as hard as I had just then. I pulled out of Skye and watched my cum leak out of her back door. Shifting back into the dominant mode I was in when I took Karen's ass yesterday, I ordered, "Go get my cum, slut." "From princess to king?" She smiled, still wearing the cock that had taken my virginity. "Get licking, don't you dare waste any of your king's cum," I ordered with a smile. Her smile faded away as she ordered, "No, I think you will retrieve your own cum from Skye's ass." "Pardon," I stammered. "You're my bitch tonight, Erica. Now eat your cum," she ordered. Her glare and cold tone startled me but I obeyed, dropping to my knees between Skye's ass cheeks and stared at my white goo. I felt a hand on my head that pushed my face into Skye's ass and my cum, "Get eating, Erica." I had no choice as I sucked my own cum out of Skye's ass. Was it humiliating? Yes. Was it disgusting? Kind of. Did it turn me on? Yes. "Now my little faggot," she ordered, already impatient with my lack of obedience. Obeying, like I always did in the end, I lowered myself and tentatively licked Skye's ass. I had never tasted my own cum, although I had been curious about my own taste. It was quite different from Derrick's taste, not necessarily better or worse, just different. A few seconds later, I felt a hand on my head push me into Skye's ass cheeks as Karen said, "I told you to eat her ass not make love to it." I extended my tongue and licked Skye's rosebud and my cum that was still leaking out of it. The act was so humiliating, so gay and yet my cock was growing again in spite of it. "Like the taste of cum, Erica?" Karen asked a minute later. "Ìt's okay," I shrugged, not wanting to admit that I actually enjoyed the taste of cum, although it was the taste of Derrick's cum that popped into my head. Skye stood up and said, "Sorry, but my legs are cramping." Karen laughed, "Well that was fun." "Orgasmic," Skye quipped. "And you?" Karen asked, pulling me up and kissing me. "It was..." I paused, before adding playfully, "a little give and take." "That it was," Karen laughed back. "Can I get undressed?" I asked, suddenly self-conscious of my girlie attire. "I suppose," Karen said, as she sat back down and ordered, "Skye come and get me off again." I was getting undressed when there was a knock on the door, followed by Derrick's voice, "Are you done banging your girlfriend, Eric. It's time for just the guys." "Nice," Karen said, "banging." "I did get banged," I joked, as I finished taking off the dress. "Keep the thigh highs on, Erica," she ordered, as she held Skye's head between her legs. "Really?" I asked, protesting, "I'm going out with the guys." "Do you plan to get naked with them?" she asked. I thought to myself, 'Good chance', yet answered, "Good point," and pulled my jeans on over the silk thigh high stockings. "Hurry up or I am coming in there," Derrick called out. Skye went to move her head obviously not wanting to be caught in the act of lesbian submission. "Keep licking slut." "Be right there," I called out. "Be a good girl," Karen joked as I finished getting dressed. "Yes, Mistress," I joked, thinking I would possibly be doing exactly that, my cock undeniably hard at the thought. I headed out, slipping out the door to not reveal the lesbian action still going on, wondering what Derrick had in mind for me. Even after fucking Skye in the ass, getting ass fucked myself and all the other sexual conquests I had been a part of, both giving and receiving, today, I was already growing again with anticipation of pleasing Derrick again. I really was a straight faggot. 6. BREAKING UP AND FALLING IN LOVE Once back in the hallway, I walked around the corner and saw a smiling Derrick who asked, "So I am guessing you didn't dump the ice queen." "She isn't so bad," I said. "To you and her posse," he said. "I suppose," I shrugged. "I can't fathom how I can break up with her and not have her crush me. Breaking up with her is social suicide." "Unless you catch her cheating on you," he said. "Ironic, since I have already cheated on her," I replied. "True, but she doesn't know that," he said. "Is she alone now?" "No, Skye is with her," I admitted. "Kinky little fuck isn't she," he smiled. "Thinking of the ass fucking I just took, I said, "You don't know the half of it." "Want me to fuck her?" he asked. "Pardon?" I asked, surprised by his bluntness, although I shouldn't have been. "My bitch cheerleader is Skye; I could easily walk in there now and I bet within five minutes your girlfriend would be on her knees sucking my cock," he said confidently. "I don't know," I said hesitantly. "Give me your phone," he said. "Why?" I asked. "Now," he said. I did and he instructed, "In ten minutes return to the room to get your phone you accidently left in the room. I am pretty sure you will catch us in the act. Play the devastated boyfriend card and storm out." "You can really get her in ten minutes?" I asked. "Guaranteed," he confidently said as he texted someone on his phone. I would have doubted him but I had seen him in action. I watched him walk back the way I just left and waited. I realized I had just chosen to let the guy who had turned me now go and fuck my girlfriend. I also realized I was okay with it if it meant I could end up with Beth when everything was all said and done. One day had changed everything and yet I wouldn't possibly change a thing. It was the longest ten minutes of my life, yet when he didn't come back out a couple minutes after walking in on Skye assumedly still eating Karen, I assumed he was well on his way to turning another white girl to black cock. Oddly, instead of being devastated that my girlfriend was cheating on me, I was jealous that it wasn't me sucking his cock. I couldn't deny it; I wanted it in my mouth again. I wondered if I could take all his cock in my ass like coach had. I pondered how Beth and I could have a relationship with the baggage that went with our submission to the same guy. Tentatively, I went to the door and listened. I couldn't hear anything and wondered if he was successful. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door and walked in on Karen, bent over, getting fucked from behind by Derrick as Skye was underneath her seemingly still licking her cunt...which meant theologically Derrick was in Karen's ass. Karen's sounds were a mixture of moaning and whimpering, clearly she was still getting used to the big cock in her ass. Hearing the door open, she turned to me and her mouth dropped open. I stared at her pretending to be shocked even though what I was really thinking was again 'was if I could take all his cock in my ass'. I stammered, "W-w-what the fuck are you doing?" Derrick answered for her, "S-s-she is taking a cock in her tight ass." "You fucking bastard," I snapped. "Sorry man, I can't control who wants my chocolate stick," he said as he continued fucking her. "Karen," I said, feigning devastation. "I-I-I'm sorry," she struggled to get out as her ass was filled with cock. "Stop fucking him then," I demanded, playing the wounded card as well as I could. "I-I-I can't," she moaned, as she grabbed Skye's shoulders to keep her balance from the extreme ass reaming that was now happening. "Whatever," I said, getting angry like I had seen in the movies, "Have the slut, I had her first," and stormed out. I went to my car unsure what to do when I was shocked once again. Waiting at my car was Beth. I walked over to her and said, "Hi, Beth, what are you doing here?" "Derrick called me to say you and I had a date," she said confidently. "Really," I asked. "Do we?" she asked. "I think we do," I smiled. "Good, because I am not taking no for an answer," she said, leaning in and kissing me. I was in awe. Shy Beth was hitting on me. I melted into her. When Karen and I kissed it was passionate and sloppy; this kiss sent electric shockwaves through me. It was tender, it was passionate, it was urgent and it was perfect. When the kiss was finally broken, she said, "My parents are out of town this weekend; do you want to go to my place?" "I'll go anywhere you want to go," I said, knowing the difference between lust and love with just one kiss. "Good, because tonight you're mine," Beth said, her hand squeezing my cock. "Yes, Mistress," I joked. "Hmmm, you will be my bitch tonight?" she asked, rubbing my cock, the words out of her cute lips so hot. "I'll obey unconditionally," I said, willing to do anything to be with her. "Well, getting Derrick to fuck that slut of yours was pretty good proof of your willingness to be mine," she said. "How do you know that?" I asked. "Derrick texted me," she said. "He said you would be single by the time I got here." The Craziest Sexy Love Story Ever "And so I am," I shrugged. "No, you are not," she said, "You're mine now." "Shit, I'm going to come in my pants," I groaned, her hand caressing my cock driving me nuts. She instantly stopped teasing me. "We can't have that. I have plans for that load." "Beth I can't believe how outgoing you are," I said surprised completely by her aggressive behaviour. "Master D told me to go after what I wanted," she said, squeezing my cock through my jeans, before adding, "And what I want is you." She led me to her car and started driving. Curious, I asked, "I have to ask, how did you end up in a relationship with Derrick?" "He saw through my shy exterior and brought out the woman in me," she said. "I have always had a crush on you," I admitted. "I have on you too," Beth admitted back. At her house, she led me in, closed the door, dropped to her knees, fished out my cock and devoured it whole. After a few seconds, she took my cock out of her mouth and asked demurely from her submissive position, "Whose ass was your cock just in?" The question wasn't an accusation or judgement, but rather a question. I answered sheepishly, "Skye." "Oh, she has one tight ass," Beth said, before taking my cock back in her mouth. After another few bobs she added, as I tried to process her comment on Skye's ass, "although I think mine is even tighter." Beth stood up and ordered, "Let's get you out of those clothes." She pulled my shirt over my head and moved her mouth to my nipples. No one had ever sucked on my nipples before and I moaned on contact. It felt so intimate and erotic. She swirled her tongue around my nipple, sucked it between her lips, bit it and flicked it with her tongue, before moving and replicating the attention on my other nipple. She slithered down and tugged my pants off and stopped as she saw I was in thigh highs. "This is unexpected." "It's a long story," I said, having forgotten I was wearing them and embarrassed to be caught in them by the girl I secretly had been in love with for years. Her hands moved up and down my nylon clad legs, "Hmmmmmm, this is so sexy." "Really?" I asked. "Oh yeah," she purred taking my dick back in her mouth as her hands ran up and down my legs. Taking my cock out of her mouth, she explained, "Stockings are my fetish." I moaned, thinking she was too good to be true, "Mine too." "I know," she smiled. "You do?" I asked. "I've been teasing you forever," she said, stroking my cock slowly. "You knew?" I gasped, thinking of the hours I spent watching her slip her feet in and out of her shoes trying to get glimpses of her stocking-clad toes. "It was kind of obvious," she said. "Do you have any idea the amount of learning I lost because I was distracted by you?" I accused playfully. "Can I distract you again?" She asked. "God yes," I whimpered. She took her blouse off and her perky breasts were barely held in by her lace bra. "Can I do the honours?" I asked. "Go ahead," she smiled, moving closer to me. I reached around and, hands shaking, unclasped the bra releasing her breasts from captivity. Replicating what she had done to me; I leaned forward and took her left breast in my mouth. I licked, flicked and sucked, her breasts. They were the perfect size not too big that they would be sagging in ten years, yet not too small...they were just the right size...a handful. I went to move lower but she stopped me. "Not yet." Instead, she turned around, walked over to the back of the couch, and slipped out of her skirt. My cock flinched seeing she too was wearing thigh highs. My cock flinched again at the sight of her perfect ass. I went to take off my thigh highs but she said, "Leave them on." "Okay," I said, strangely liking the feeling of them on my legs, although thinking it was strange to have yet another girl wanting them on me. I stared at her, my cock in full salute mode. "I want your cock in my ass," Beth said, bending over, using the couch for balance. The words were another shock, yet I wasn't one to protest the wants of a woman. Oddly, she still had her panties on. Reaching her, she pulled her panties down just enough to give me access for her ass. I moved behind her and asked, "Do you have any lube?" Mentioning Derrick for the first time in a while, "Master D has been preparing my ass for you." I hated that Derrick had fucked her before me, I wanted Beth to myself, yet I couldn't change the past and ironically it was him who set us up...unorthodox but true. "Okay," I said, my cock moving between her ass cheeks. "Shove it all in, Eric, I have wanted this for so long," Beth begged, her hunger undeniable. Again not one to refuse a women's needs, I pushed forward past her tight rosebud and into her ass. "Oh God, yeeeees," she moaned as my cock filled her back door. She was so tight, I felt like I had put my cock in a vise. "Shit, you're so tight." "Please, Eric, I have fantasized about this for so long, fuck the shit out of me," she begged. I slowly began moving in and out of her ass not believing it was really happening. Just over an hour ago I was fucking Skye while getting ass fucked myself and now my greatest fantasy was coming true. "Pound my ass, baby," she demanded, the use of the endearing term 'baby' bringing chills up my back. I held her hips and began pumping my cock in and out of her. "Oh yes, fuck me baby, fuck my ass," she screamed, as I slammed into her, our bodies colliding forcefully. Having come a few times already, I knew this was going to be a lengthy fuck session, which was perfect because I never wanted it to end. Minutes passed by as Beth continued to moan, beg and talk nasty. Finally, I could feel my balls boiling and I warned, "I'm going to come soon." "Fill my ass baby, I want to feel you shoot inside me," she moaned. Seconds later I obliged, shooting a load of cum in her ass. As soon as I was finished coming, she turned around, dropped to her knees and cleaned my cock. I couldn't believe how a girl who looked so innocent, could be so slutty...I guess you can't judge a book by its cover. Taking my cock out of her mouth, she said, "I want to fuck you." "Isn't that what we just did?" I asked playfully. "No," she said, standing up, taking a deep breath and pulling down her panties, revealing she had a cock, "I want to fuck you." I stared at what should have been a cunt, but instead was a cock bigger than mine unable to completely fathom what I had just learned. "Still like me?" She asked, her earlier confidence gone and the insecure girl I thought I knew returning. "What? Yes," I replied. "Beth this is just a pretty big surprise." Playing on my words, she asked, "Do you mean big as in I have a big cock or big as in holy shit what is happening?" "Both," I replied, as I tentatively grabbed her cock with my hand. She gasped. "I have fantasized about this moment for a long time." "What did you fantasize?" I asked, my mouth watering with the thought of sucking her cock. "The romantic version is you accepting me for who I am," she said. "I do accept you," I said, leaning in and kissing her. When the tender kiss was done, she added, her tone shifting from shy to nasty, "the naughty side of me wants to see your pretty mouth wrapped around my cock and hear you squeal when I fuck that cute ass of yours." "Oh my," I said, my head still spinning with the shocking revelation that the girl of my dreams had a cock. "On your knees," she ordered. I obeyed. "Do you want to suck my cock?" Beth asked, stroking her long eight inch cock. "God, yes," I said, a sequel to Beth's earlier cocksucking submission seemingly replaying itself. My mouth watered and I was again hypnotized by a big cock in my face. "Suck my cock, Eric, get it nice and wet for that pretty ass of yours," Beth instructed. I leaned forward, opened my mouth and took my girlfriend (was she my girlfriend?), in between my lips. "Good boy," she purred. "I always thought you would look hot with my cock in your mouth." The thought that she had fantasized about me as her cocksucker was both surreal and yet hot. I tried to replicate her earlier blow job, wanting to give her pleasure unlike any she has experienced before. "You love sucking cock, don't you?" She asked, pulling her cock out of my mouth. "Yes," I admitted, no shame in my response at all. I wanted to suck cock and be sucked; I wanted to fuck and be fucked. I wanted it all and with Beth I could have it all. A girl I had a crush on; a girl who gave amazing head; a girl who would accept I liked sucking black cock too; a girl who would take it up the ass; a girl who would fuck me and make me her bitch. Beth shoved her cock back in my mouth and began to fuck my face. I moaned a yes, somehow turned on by having my mouth used by her. "Ready to get that ass of yours fucked?" Beth asked, pulling her saliva covered cock out. "I'm your slut," I said, eagerly positioning myself exactly where she had been just moments earlier. "No, no," she smiled, moving to the couch and sitting down. "Come sit on my cock." "Okay," I agreed. She explained, her cock standing at attention, "When you're fucking me I will be your submissive plaything, but when I am fucking you, you will be my bitch, is that clear?" "God, you are so perfect?" I said, she somehow knowing I needed both the dominant and the submissive. "I'll take that as an affirmative. Now ride my cock, Eric, take it all up that cute little ass of yours," she ordered. I awkwardly straddled her, realizing it wasn't as easy as it looked when Karen had straddled me. I tentatively lowered myself feeling her cock poke my rosebud. After a breath, knowing her cock would widen me more than Karen's toy, I pushed down and gasped as Beth's cock broke into my back door. "Oooooooh," I whimpered, a searing pain coursing through me, yet somehow it was numbed by the thrill of knowing it was Beth whose cock was filling me. "Fuuuuck, you are the tightest ass I have ever had," Beth groaned. Her words stunned me. How many asses had she fucked? I joked, "Am I just another conquest for you?" She laughed, "No you are the final conquest in a lengthy complex plan." "I aaaaam," I whimpered, her cock going deeper into my ass, her words implying something I didn't understand. "Oh yes, baby, this night has been a long time in the making," she said. Her tone was ominous and I immediately wondered what she meant. "W-w-what d-d-do you m-m-mean," I struggled to ask, as her cock reached new never explored depths of my ass. "This whole night was orchestrated," she revealed. "I-I-I don't understand," I replied, her hands going to my shoulders. "This will burn for a second," she said and before I could understand her meaning she pulled me down hard onto her cock. "Fuuuuuuck," I screamed, the pain intense and her cock in me so completely I wasn't sure I could handle it staying in me. "Just relax and get used to it in you, baby," she whispered, kissing my chest. "It burns," I whined. "It will for a while, but then I am going to rock your world," she promised, her mouth going back to my very sensitive nipples. "Okay," I said, just trying to relax and allow the pain to fade, the idea of being ass fucked still very appealing. Her lips on my nipples distracted me, creating pulses of pleasure now simultaneously simmering the pain in my ass. "So what do you mean tonight was all orchestrated?" I asked. "Shhhhh," she purred, "I'll explain everything after we are done." "Okay," I agreed, feeling completely at the whim of this beautiful woman. A couple minutes of concentrated nipple play and she said, "Ride me slowly, baby. I want to watch you fuck yourself." I nodded, preparing myself for the return of the burn. I moved my hands onto her shoulders, looked into her eyes and began to slowly move my ass up and back down on Beth's cock. "You look so hot, baby," she purred, her eyes never leaving mine. "You do too," I replied, as I got used to the motion of riding her cock. The expected pain never really occurred, but the thrill of submission making my cock get hard yet again. Beth noticed, "You like my cock in your ass obviously." "Shit, yes," I said, each up and down movement creating sensations of pleasure. "You're going to be my good little bitch," she purred, her hand grabbing my cock. "Yes, I'll be a good girl for you," I replied, liking the idea of being her bitch, before I realized I called myself a girl. "I knew you would," she moaned herself, obviously enjoying my ass wrapped around her cock. "Now ride me faster, Erica." Hearing the same name that Karen had used on me confused me and I quickly wondered based on Beth's earlier odd statements if she somehow knew about me being fucked earlier. As if reading my mind, Beth said, "Is my cock better than Karen's?" "What?" I asked, the avalanche of surprises continuing to fall. "I know Karen took your ass tonight," she smiled. Just as I was about to ask another question, she bucked up just as I moved down somehow reaching even deeper into my ass. I screamed, "Holy shit." "I'm close baby," she moaned herself, as she continued meeting me on my downward movements. "Oh fuck," I whimpered, the thrill of getting fucked unlike any other sensation. "I'm going to come in your ass baby, in that tight man cunt of yours," she said, the naughty language from her innocent face such a nasty oxymoron. "Oh yes, cum in my cunt," I begged, loving the idea of being her girl. A few more deep thrusts in me and she moaned, "I'm coming, baby, I'm coming in your cunt." The feeling of someone coming inside you is utterly indescribable. It made my cock pulse, my body quiver and my ass tingle. Eventually, she stopped fucking me and pulled me in for a kiss, her cock still in me. Breaking the kiss, she asked, "Do you want to know a secret?" "Besides the fact that you have a cock?" I asked. "Yes," she smiled. "Sure," I said, although I was nervous. "I have been fucking Karen and Skye all semester," Beth revealed, this secret somehow more shocking than she had a cock. "Really?" I asked. "And the past few days were all orchestrated by Derrick and I," she continued. "What do you mean?" I asked, confused. "Karen and Skye are my subs," she revealed, compounding the bizarreness. "Her giving up her ass, taking your ass and being fake caught by Derrick was all part of the plan to get you and I together," Beth said. I was speechless. Beth suddenly showing her insecurity asked, "You're not mad at me are you?" "You couldn't have set up me walking in on coach and Derrick," I said, trying to wrap my head around this. "No that was a coincidence that really got the ball rolling," she admitted. "And you are a sub to Derrick?" I asked. "Yes," she nodded. "Did you have anything to do with Derrick trying to turn me?" I asked. "No," she admitted. "But I do find the idea really hot." "So now what?" I asked, realizing I had been played and unsure how I felt about it. "I want you," she said nervously, like Julia Roberts in Notting Hill. "In a relationship," I asked. "Yes," she said. "No more trickery," I smiled. "I can't make that promise," she said, her hand stroking my cock. "I have loved you for years from afar," I declared. "Well, now love me from up close," she smiled and we kissed. 7. Epilogue That was five years ago. Did our crazy relationship last? Well, I am watching her walk down the aisle dressed in white. My mouth is lingering with the aftertaste of Derrick's cum which Beth and I both shared just minutes ago. Is our relationship...unorthodox? Yes. Do I love Beth unconditionally? Yes. Would I change a thing? No. I have it all. A beautiful woman who loves me and is willing to be my wife, a gorgeous black Master who understands our submissive needs and our wedding gift from our Master is a week at a swinger's beach resort. When she reaches me, I smile for two reasons: 1. I am about to marry my best friend. 2. She has cum in her hair. The end. The Craziest Thing The craziest thing I ever did? What the hell, I'll tell you. It started a long while back. Near the end of another hard winter day, freezing my ass off in the workshop ten hours straight. I was finishing up a PCV valve replacement, and my mind was already at Jack's; stool at the bar, my buddies playing pool, and a bottle of bourbon with my name on it. Tightened the valve hose, slotted it all in place, and slammed the manifold shut; midnight, quitting time. Grabbed a rag for my hands and headed out front, only to have a voice pull me up short. "Davis!" It was the night foreman, Hank- had a nasty temper and no time for us mechanics. "Wrench monkeys", he called us in private; was always lying to the boss about us, trying to get us fired if we gave him any attitude. Pushed his head through the side-window, gave me that unfriendly squinty stare of his. "Got one last job for you, Davis- you ain't off just yet." Ugly bastard was always getting my back up, calling me by my last name, for chrissakes. Everyone else, even the owner, always called me Pete. "Come on, man," I tried a grin. "My shift finishes in five; Gary and Steve are gone already." He gave me another dose of that ugly squint. "Guess what, Davis- I don't give a fuck. A fuel filter needs changing- you're the only grown-up wrench monkey on site." My blood boiled whenever he spoke to me like that; chubby fuck probably never lifted a wrench in his life. I got a brief flash of slamming my fist into his face, smashing those giant glasses; but I knew sure as anything if I gave him any trouble, I'd be out a job with no reference, quick-sharp. The way the economy was, I wouldn't have another coming my way any time soon. I unclenched my fists resignedly. "Fuel filter, you say." Could be a quick job, depending. Might make it to Jack's by one; the guys never went home until two. "Carbureted?" I asked hopefully. Hank's face split in a yellow smoker's grin. "No such luck, wrench monkey- it's fuel-injected. Guess you're not gettin' home any time soon." Could feel the anger rising, but did my best to keep my voice calm. "That's bullshit! It'll take too long! Plus," I tried to appeal to his rules, "Union regs say if I stay late I get a partner. Two-man job." That yellow grin of his turned into a sharp scowl; I knew if I pushed it any farther, he'd get me for it. So I did my best to pull up a calm, polite face while he hesitated. "Fine," he snapped. "Two man job, alright." Since Gary and Steve were already at the bar, I figured that was me safe; I could do the job tomorrow on day-shift, when Hank wasn't around to make things shitty for me. He smiled darkly. "You can have the new kid, then- he's degreasing parts in the back. Get to work." He yanked his head back out of the window and waddled off, glad to get his nasty parting shot in. I heard him yelling for the new kid, rattling his keys as he got ready to lock up the doors and windows. The new kid. What was his name, I wondered- Jake? Josh? Something like that. Whatever it was, he was seriously starting to compete with Hank as the most annoying thing about the job. Fresh out of some state technical college at twenty one, he strolled around cocky and grinning, like he owned the place. Always slacking off, thought he knew it all, bullshitted when he didn't. Someone needed to tell him a fancy diploma didn't make him a mechanic; at thirty-six, I had twenty years of experience. Problem was, he was that young and good-looking, it made my cock jerk when he strolled by. None of the other guys made a big deal of me being bi; back in the day when I was new on the job it might've been, but by 2010 it was just another quirk, like how Gary drank his whiskey with Red Bull or Steve wore his checkered shirts a size too big. Anyway, it was becoming one hell of a problem. Couldn't get too close in case someone noticed the reaction downstairs, if you catch my drift; a seven-inch hard-on gets noticed in the dumb fucking overalls the company makes us wear. In fact, I hadn't worked with him at all, now I came to think about it. I made my way round to Bay Three, hearing Hank's keys jangle as he started locking the doors. I had a quick look over the bulky black Honda I was supposed to change the filter on, before the new kid arrived, walking that same easy lope like he hadn't a care in the world, blond hair tousled as if he'd just rolled out of bed. "Oh, hey," he said. "Pete, right? Steve mentioned you the other day." I nodded at him with a grunt, trying my best not to look anywhere but his face. "I'm Jake," he said, heading round to the hood. "So what we got here?" There was a click from the front as Hank left, locking us in. By the time we got the engine exposed and the car positioned, I had to admit he might know what he was doing. Inexperienced, maybe- but talented; quick and careful hands that went exactly where they were needed. Did my best to focus on the task at hand, instead of imagining those skilful hands down the front of my overalls. "We'll have to relieve the pressure in the fuel line before we disconnect it," I said. I'd hardly finished talking before he was at it; checked the engine was off and whipped out the fuel pump fuse, giving me a cocky grin and a nod. I'd hardly even clambered into the seat and checked the emergency brake was on before the problem started- I glanced out through the wind-shield and saw him bending over to grab the new filter. Seeing the way the overalls stretched over his butt was too much; I had an instant cock-stand, swelling under the suit, instantly noticeable. I turned the ignition and the engine started up; the new kid jumped and looked round. I hurriedly looked away; had he seen me checking him out? Probably not. I tucked my hard-on away as best I could and patiently waited until the engine whined before turning it off. I had to get out for the next part, so I grabbed the checking clipboard from the dash and climbed out, doing my best to keep my crotch screened. He didn't look like he noticed; he unpacked the new filter while I disconnected the fuel lines from the old one and eased it free. I turned around- only to catch Jake glancing away like a jumpy cat. Had he noticed I was hard? Was he freaked out? Shit- the last thing I needed with Hank breathing down my neck was a harassment complaint. It was fuckin' disgusting, but the only thing I could think of- I pulled up an image of ugly-night-foreman Hank showering, feeling sick just thinking about it. That did it- the swelling downstairs eased away a bit as I turned back to Jake, relieved. "Uh, which way does this go?" Jake bent over the hood, fiddling with the filter. "The arrow'll show you," I said, keeping my distance. "Arrow?" he asked. "I don't see one." A little pissed, I leaned past his shoulder and pointed at the arrow on the base, almost hidden among the Japanese characters and logos. "Sorry," he turned his face to mine and gave an embarrassed grimace. We were so close, all I could smell was him; that unique young-guy scent, with a hint of sweat and machine oil from the work. And that mouth of his- it probably tasted better than anything I'd ever known. Before I could stop myself, I got the briefest fantasy of coming hard into that mouth. Damn, it would feel so- My cock jerked up instantly, hard and erect, leaping past my underwear waistband and pressing hard against Jake's ass. Oh, shit! I jerked away hurriedly. For an instant I thought about getting the hell out of there, but it was impossible; the job had to be finished, we had to lock up, a dozen chores needed me. I couldn't just leave him on his own- but fuck, what was he going to say? Or do? It'd be difficult to explain to the guys if we ended up in a fight. He kept working as though he hadn't noticed, reconnecting the lines and turning back to me, nothing in his face but open friendliness and enthusiasm. "Go on, give it a shot," he said. For a moment, I thought he'd read my mind; all I could think about was- then he said, "The ignition. Go on, give it a shot." Did he just wink? Half-dizzy, not even trying to say anything, I slid back into the seat and started it, hazily checking it was in neutral and the emergency brake was on. My mind was racing. It was fine. It was going to be fine. Jake was cool about it; he'd just pretend nothing had happened, or maybe he hadn't noticed at all, busy with the engine. We were going to finish up, I'd lock up, then go straight home for a shower and jerk off. That was what I was going to do- I repeated it to myself under my breath. Finish up, lock up, go home, jerk off. Fine. I pushed the starter, and the engine roared straight away. Jake glanced under the hood then gave me the thumbs up through the wind-shield. "Looks like the new filter's doing fine," he said. I turned it off, and leaned against the wall as Jake finished all the final checks, locked up the car and put the key in the office. He strolled back to the car as I headed over, and treated me to that cocky grin of his. "So, we're done," he said, nodding at the cheap workshop clock. "Only fifteen minutes- won't be late after all." He looked up at me, "Unless there's anything else?" Was he- surely- No, that's just damn crazy, my mind said. You're thirty-six, built like a linebacker and divorced, for chrissakes... That was about when I lost it. I couldn't resist any more. My whole world had shrunk; it was just me, Jake, and my throbbing dick begging for some relief. Whether he was going to slug me, get me fired or call the cops, I had to find out what that mouth tasted like. Even just once. Trying to breathe steady, my hands were up before I could control them; they landed heavily on those firm shoulders, rough fabric under my palms. My pulse was racing; I could hear it throbbing in my ears. Surprise was all over his face; thinking it might be the dumbest thing I ever did, I leaned in and kissed him, feeling that warm breath on my face. He moved immediately; I guessed it was to pull away, push me, grab a wrench. Instead, his hands wrapped round the back of my head, pulled me in. His lips opened; it was every bit as good as I'd imagined, tasting that sweet mouth, our tongues touching, sliding. I pulled away for the briefest of moments, worried, looked at him; there was nothing on that face but fierce lust. He slid his hand over the crotch of my overalls, feeling my dick, squeezing my full length. It felt so amazing, I groaned aloud, reaching for him instinctively. A firm hard cock was straining against the material of his overalls just as urgently as mine was. I couldn't think straight; swamped by tidal waves of lust. In one easy movement, I turned him and grabbed at the fastening of his overalls; in my frenzy to get it open it tore and ripped downwards to his waist. He yanked his arms out of it, panting hard and groaning as loud as I was. In a brief moment of panic I glanced around; but the windows were all barred and shuttered, all the doors were locked. Hank's way of making life harder for me; inside, I laughed at him. Bet you didn't see this, did you, fucker? Jake leaned on the hood of the car, torn overalls round his knees. Underneath them he was wearing a black t-shirt and jeans; frantically he unbuckled his belt and I yanked them down with his underwear, exposing that perfect bubble-butt. I could feel myself leaking through the overalls just at the sight- it'd take too long to get them off properly. I grabbed a pair of shears from the tool-chest beside us and cut straight through the crotch; I was so reckless with desire it was dumb luck I didn't cut myself. I reached through the opening and unfastened my pants, pulled my cock free; the relief was beyond words. It stuck straight out through the tear in the overalls, thick and heavy- it felt like I hadn't come in years. Jake was already stroking himself, rock hard, sitting on the car hood. Did he think we were just jerking off together? No way- I needed more than that. I grabbed him, pulled him to me, tasted that mouth before turning him around. I yanked the top off a can of silicone valve lubricant, greased my thumb and pressed it between his ass-cheeks. He gasped in shock, "Dude, I've never- I mean, not-" I was barely listening, lost in the urgent need. Gently but firmly my thumb entered him, slid up inside him. He groaned aloud, "Oh, man, that's-" I could feel how tight he was- never even had a finger up there before, looked like. But he was relaxing more and more, easing the way as I fingered him with the lube, opening him. He was moaning hard, jerking himself. Thank God- I didn't want to stop now. I couldn't. Switching to two fingers, then three, I slid them deeper and deeper, listening to him groan in pleasure, my cock dripping hot pre-cum on his back. Finally I withdrew my fingers, bending him firmly over the car hood. greasing my dick generously with the valve lube. It felt so hard it'd shatter. I grasped his hips with one hand and pressed forward with the other wrapped around my cock, prodding at his tight, virgin entrance, greased and ready. He gave another jolt of shock, looking back at me. "Oh, man- I've never had a- I can't- we need a rubber and- it'll hurt!" I needed to fuck him more than anything I'd ever wanted- it would be impossible to stop for a second, let alone go to find a rubber somewhere. I pressed up against him full-length, pulling him upright so his ear was beside my mouth. "Didn't my fingers feel good, boy?" I whispered. I could feel myself shaking. "Yeah, man, that was-" he managed, panting. "And doesn't this feel good?" I slid my right hand, thick and oily with the lube, down his stomach, sliding my fingers over smooth muscle to wrap around his hard cock, stroking back and forth. He moaned helplessly, trembling against me as I gave him a firm, steady reach-around, watching the contrast between my hairy, brawny arm and his toned, smooth body. Then I took my hand away. "Don't stop!" he breathed desperately. In answer, I pressed my greased cock between his cheeks, lube and pre-cum leaking into him. "Yes," he breathed after a pause. "Yes what?" I teased, stroking my thumb along the base of his cock. "Fuck me," he whispered. "Fuck me raw, man." I felt myself grinning in triumph, bending him forward over the car with my left, guiding my cock with my right and sliding gradually into his ass. Goddamn, it felt good- he was tight, greased and clean, tensing at first but relaxing gradually, accepting my dick. I started slow at first, firm but gentle, sliding in and out until he was taking it easily up to the hilt, panting and grunting. Then I started faster and harder, long deep strokes, my balls pressing hard against his ass., his legs pressed against the cold metal bodywork of the car. I was dizzy with the pure feeling of it, delirious. "Please, dude," he groaned, begging. "Please..." I leaned forward over him, tucking my hand around and grasping his dick; throbbing so hard, I could feel his pulse. I fucked him hard over the hood, gauging his reactions, slowing down when he winced in pain and speeding up when he groaned for more. Gripping him firmly, I gave him that final slide with my hand, pushing him over the edge; he screamed as he came, splattering his load across the black, glossy paintwork. This was too good to be true, I told myself. It had to be a dream. But if I had dreams this amazing, this fucking hot, I'd never come to work at all. Grabbing those perfect hips with both hands, I pounded in harder, hearing a loud groan of ecstasy; I was almost surprised to realize it was me. There were fireworks exploding in my head; I plunged in and came in an explosion, crying out, spurting warm cum inside him, pulling out for a moment then plunging in again full-length, wet and slippery and fucking fantastic. We collapsed gently onto the concrete floor, panting hard, his head in my lap. Before we knew it we were both roaring with laughter, shaking and worn-out, catching our breath. Finally Jake laughed, "I thought you were a crabby asshole," giving my sticky cock a long lick. "And I thought you were a cocky little shit," I chuckled, ruffling his blond hair. I waited a moment, thinking, then glanced up at the clock. Nearly one am. Plenty of time to get to Jack's and meet the guys before they headed home, I figured. "I don't know about you," I said, "but I could sure as hell use a drink." So that was how it all started, strange to think about it as years ago now. Funny as hell how life throws you these coincidences sometimes; after all the shit I've had, it was one heck of a surprise to get something good for once. Last Sunday we had a lazy morning in bed when I found myself thinking about that day. "I'm glad I did it," I said to myself. "Did what?" asked Jake, smiling up at me. I grinned happily. "The craziest thing I ever did." The Craziest Thing I've Ever Done My name is Nicole this is the story of the craziest thing I've done thus far. Most people who know me would not believe the story I am about to tell. In fact I have actually lived a pretty boring life up until now. I pretty much did what was expected of me... went to school, got good grades, and never got in trouble. Most people who knew me growing up would say I was a very quiet girl. I was still a virgin when I graduated from college. I would have a lot of guys compliment me on my 'cute' face all the time but no one ever really made a move on me, it was always one of my well-shaped-in-all-the-right-places females friends that got the guy. I guess my slender body (no ass), pale skin (half Hispanic), and b cup size breasts were not the things of sexual fantasies. Fresh out of college I went to go work at large financial firm down in Miami where I met my future husband Carlos. He was the first guy I met that made me feel extremely sexy. Things moved pretty quickly once we started dating. Before I knew it we were meeting each other's parents and going on vacations together. He proposed to me in less than a year and we were married 6 months after that. I lost my virginity to Carlos on our wedding night. I still remember how scary and painful that first night was. I guess I really had no measure of comparison, but he really seemed pleased afterwards and I made me feel good to be doing 'it' right. The thing I really enjoyed about sex was just being close to him and knowing that he really appreciated my body. A couple of years later, the company was hiring fresh recruits from college and I was chosen to interview one of the candidates. I was very nervous about this because I never really interviewed anyone before and I'm not sure what I should be looking for. I'm walking to the interview room scanning over the candidates resume... "Kwame Brown.....Masters in Computer Science from MIT....MCPD certified....Strong C++ skills" The guy sounded pretty solid on paper. When I walked into the room I realized that I wasn't just impressed with his resume. Standing by the desk with a steel gray suit on, was a tall black man, with a slim athletic build smiling confidently at me. "Hello, nice to meet you" he says to me. From his accent he sounded as if he had a mixture of an African and British Accent. "Nice to meet you too" I say trying to sound confident "Please sit down." I started off the interview asking him where he was from and I found out that he was originally from Ghana and grew up in London. He came to the states to complete his Masters and was very interested in moving to and areas with 'more favorable weather conditions' as he put it. After he was done, I mainly gave him an overview of the position role, which was a mixture of IT/Software support, and we went over some of the qualification listed on his resume. For some reason I felt at ease talking with him and I soon forgot about my nervousness. Towards the end of the interview I ask him if he had any questions for me. "Yes, if I was your friend would you recommend this position to me?" I smile because the inside joke in the workplace is that anybody who takes a job in the IT department usually will hate their life within a few months due to the insane work hours. I decide to respond measurably. "Well the job security for this position is very high, and they are always looking for qualified people in this group." "I see." he smiles devilishly back at me as if he has read through my lines of bullshit, but was respectful in not calling me out on it "Well, I was never one to back away from a challenge!" I ended up giving my superiors a favorable review of him even though I didn't think my opinion meant much; but a few weeks later I see Kwame getting his workstation set up a few cubicles down from me. He was in a perfect location where I could see him walk in each morning. Every day we would look up, have a brief moment of eye contact, and smile at each other. It became almost a game to me, in my head we were both playing it...both pretending to just being innocently cordial but secretly staring as long as possible just to examine the other person. When he walked past, I would get a whiff of his cologne which quickly became my favorite scent. One day I was in the office kitchen making some coffee and even though my face was turned to the entrance, I could just tell it was him walking in my the lovely smell of clothes. This was our first time alone together since the interview and I felt really excited. I couldn't think of anything to say, and for a moment I just froze. Finally I mustered to courage to turn around and say "So how do you like the job." He looked up from putting his lunch in the fridge and smiled. "Well, you were right about the job security." I couldn't help but laugh a little. "Well..." I say as I'm walking out, "I'm sure you will do fine, you are certainly qualified". " From that point on, our encounters in the office kitchen became frequent coincidences that to me seemed to be the next level of our little game. He would just 'happen' to walk in when I was making coffee, and I would conveniently take a coffee break if I saw him heading to the kitchen. We would always say a few words to each other, and pretty soon the conversation became more carefree. I never felt comfortable cracking jokes around others as my humor tends to be sarcastic and people often take it the wrong way, but he always got what I was saying and would often respond with a joke that fit perfectly on top of mine. The 'kitchen minute' became our inside joke catchphrase of these brief encounters were would have together and they were quickly becoming the highlight of my day. So one day my boss calls me into his office and it turns out they have been very pleased with my work and offer me a promotion. Not only would I be getting a generous bump in my salary but they were going to give me a corner office in a quiet corroder at the end of the floor. Of course, all this requires that I get to work earlier and leave work later resulting in Carlos and I not spending as much time together. I used to be able to give him sex even when I didn't feel like it and still manage to appear into it, but with my increasing workload it got to the point that just laying there while he did his business became a chore. I couldn't even fake satisfaction and started to resent sex with him; it didn't take long for him to notice. It's amazing what bad sex can do to a relationship, everything becomes an annoyance, annoyances lead to arguments, and arguments lead to the silent treatment. We've always had a few of these cycles in our relationship and usually sex made up for them, but with there being so little time for that now we hit a rough patch. I resented him for expecting me to be able to devote the same amount of time to him and work. And I knew that deep down; he resented the fact that I got promoted at work before he did, even though he had been working there longer. One morning after a few months into my new job, I'm checking my work email and see that I have a message from Kwame. I have no idea why he is emailing me; as we don't work on similar projects, but I was thrilled nonetheless. I eagerly open the email and it turns out he is has been assigned to debug a software program we use that has causing problems. Now technically I USED to be the point of contact for this issue; now I am no longer associated with the group that uses this program and I think he knows this. I take this to be the next level of our game. I decide to play along. I email him back asking if he can meet a 5 in my office. A few minutes later I get an acceptance email. My last meeting for the day ended at 4:30 and I rush back to my office to look over the program that he is talking about. It's been awhile since I have looked at it and I don't want to sound like a complete idiot. He shows up exactly at 4:59:59...and I am conveniently sitting at my desk waiting. "Hi Nicole" he starts off with a smile, "This might take more than a kitchen minute ." "Well we might have to come up with a new name", I joke back "How about the office hour?" "More like after-office hours...hour!" he respond back laughing while coming over to my side of the desk to look at my computer as I turn my screen towards him, "So the problem they are having is actually occurring in multiple sections of this file". I leaned toward the screen to point to the sections where the problems were occurring. I wore a loose blouse that day and I knew my bra and a decent amount of cleavage from my breast could be seen from that angle. I pretended I was too focused on the issue at hand to notice this wardrobe malfunction. Just the thought of him staring at my boobs made me feel sexy. "Do you mind if I grab the mouse for a sec?" he reaches over my desk very smoothly for the mouse. My hand stays on it just long enough for him to touch it. I knew we both just looking for a reason to feel each other skin. I don't know what it is about this silly game we play with each other but it has really started to tantalize me. The sun is setting and everybody who works in my corridor is now long gone. I'm watching him work the cursor on the screen intensely but I know we are both thinking what the next move in our game is going to be. Suddenly my cell phone on the desk starts to vibrate. It startles me for a second and I realize that I had placed it on the edge of the desk between him and me. Before I can reach for it, it falls to the floor. At the moment we both say "I got it" and dive to the floor. We reach the phone at the same time and our hands fully touch. I look up and he's looking at me. We've been playing this game for so long that those next few moments seemed to me an acknowledgment of it. I'm staring at him and he keeps staring at me. Eventually the phone stops vibrating and I realized that his fingers have started to slowly stroke mine. Suddenly the game has gotten very real to me."What am I doing" I think to myself "I'm married!! This was just supposed to just be a mental game...something to make the time go by at work." I have a sudden pang of anger at myself about him taking this game too far. "I could have him fired for this" I start to think again "He should..." I feel his lips touch my neck. It was sudden, unexpected, and crazy. I was sooo in shock I didn't move. The door to my office was still halfway open! Everything was happening so fast but I couldn't break away from this moment. I felt him move his lips up my neck and slowly I started to smell his cologne and enjoy the moment. Once I was locked into his scent I felt my concern for the crazyness of this moment slipping away. His lips reach my cheek and I feel him coming closer and closer to my lips. I'm breathing heavily now and I can smell the heat of his breath coming closer. He moves seamlessly from side kisses of my mouth to softly placing his lips on mine. I start to respond to his kisses and pretty soon we are making out passionately on the floor. I feel his hands touching my breast through my blouse. While our lips are still locked, he manages to pick me up with his great big hands, close my office door and places me on my desk. Next thing I know he's slipping my panties off and my legs are wide open on my desk. I started to have a pang of guilt again. "I don't know if I can do this....I...I..." Next thing I know I feel his tongue stroking my clit in the most amazing ways. "Wow!!" That's all I can think. Carlos has never ever done anything like this before and it feels absolutely amazing! Every stroke of his tongue brought sensations throughout my body that I had never felt before. My eyes start to roll to the back of my head and I can almost feel my vagina pulsating. It was at this point that I just gave my body over to him. He had me soaking wet and I was so turned on by all this that I would have let him do anything to me. I started thinking about his penis, wondering how big it was, how it felt, and whether or not I could handle it. He must have read my thoughts, because in that very moment he gets up and starts unzipping his pants and pulls it out. It's a massive bulging thing that was nothing like I've ever seen before. Something inside me takes over and I grab his cock and start to suck on it; I was absolutely determined to suck his disk as best as I could. His penis filled my entire mouth and it felt amazing. At first I couldn't get much further than the tip, but I kept pushing it deeper into my mouth with each bob of my head. Soon he put both of his hands on my head and helped me push deeper and faster. I loved it! I felt like he was taking control of me and I wanted to be owned by him. His precum juices were filling up in my mouth and tasted so sweet; from the soft sounds he was making I knew that he had to be very close to his climax. At this point I slowly give his dick one last and slow outward stroke with my mouth. I then sit back on the desk and open by legs. He comes closer and we start to kiss passionately again and I feel his erect penis circling around my clit. He slowly works it in and pretty soon he is stroking me softly on the desk, caressing my breasts and kissing me deeply. We were in perfect rhythm, at this moment I felt like we were one. I didn't care about anything; all my worries and fears were gone. For the first time in my life I felt my mind completely get absorbed into the present. I felt an overbearing sensation of pleasure start to take over my body. Soon he looks at me between kisses and gives me a look. I nod my head...he then give me a deep kiss acknowledging my acceptance. I know I just gave him permission to place his sperm into my body; I gladly would have given him to rights to my body to use as he pleased. I waited for it....time seemed to slow down as I was nervously anticipated the moment. I was not on birth control but I wanted it....I wanted his cum inside of me!!!! Finally, as if an answer to my thoughts, I felt hot liquids shooting all around my vaginal cavity. It felt like I was being sprayed with a water gun. His cum must have set off the sensations that took over my body as I was now shaking violently with such extreme pleasure that I let out a scream of exaltation. I think I just came for the first time! After we both finished climaxing, he stays inside me for another minute or two. We just kept staring at each other kissing each other spontaneously. Finally he starts to pull out and I realize I am sad that I am being disconnected to him. He looks at me, smiles and says "So kitchen minute or office hour?" I kiss him back laughing and say "Hands down...office hour!" The Craziest Weekend This is the first time I have really ever written or told anybody about the craziest weekend of my life when I slept with my older sister. It’s so crazy how these things happen in life. I might as well start from the very beginning.... My older sister Michelle is 3 years older than me. We grew up together in your average household (professional happy middle class parents) in a hillside house on the outskirts of San Diego. I went to a boys school for most of my life, which was not a problem until I hit puberty. Our “sister” school did not have much interaction with us, so I resorted to endless masturbation growing up with playboys and your occasional late night cable movie. A lot changed when I started to notice Michelle in that special new way only an adolescent male can ever describe. She’s 5’5” with long curly dark blonde hair, huge blue eyes and the fullest lips. Fit, but with D cut breasts and a cute ass. Her body is actually incredibly similar to a Britney Spears more than the lanky model type, which I’ve always preferred. Since she didn’t really see me as any threat, she wouldn’t mind if I hung out in the bathroom when she showered cause you couldn’t see through the glass. I saw just the dark pubic hair and pinkish nipples which would always leave me beating off while talking to her in the shower. Later I discovered that I could see through her window at night; it became like a one way mirror after dark, so I’d spend countless hours out there watching her. The two best moments through those high school years was the first time I saw her masturbate and her giving her boyfriend at the time a sloppy, perfect blow job. Fast forward to last year and that one weekend. I was 23, she 26. We had gone with my parents for a vacation to Hawaii. Although I felt a little old to be still traveling with the family, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity. My girlfriend at the time stayed back home. Michelle and I were going to share a room which sounded fine to me. It had been some time since we’ve seen each other cause she was in graduate school in Florida. Maybe I could catch a glimpse of her naked again or something. If not, no big deal. We got in late on a Friday night and went out for a little while, but were pretty tired so headed to bed fairly early. Before turning out the lights, Michelle looked up at me with those huge eyes while she was rubbing her neck. “Ben, would you mind giving me a massage on my neck. It’s cramped up pretty bad”. How could I say no? I started to rub her neck, but it became apparent that I needed lotion so went to the bathroom to get some hotel stuff. She took off her shirt, leaving her in a bra and panties and got on her stomach. It wasn’t that big a deal; we had seen each other like this many times. I started to rub it all over her back, but her bra strap was constantly in the way. By this point, I was horny as hell but knew that nothing would happen. “I’m going to just unstrap this, but you can leave it on” I told her. Continuing my assault on her back, I would stretch out her arms behind her so I could see her perfect breasts, which I just wanted to grab, but knew I couldn’t. After a while, my sister turned to me and said “That was awesome, but it’s time for bed” and I knew the night was over. I played with my self after I knew she had gone to sleep in the bed next to her. The next day was a beach day when I saw Michelle in this perfect black bikini. More dirty thoughts. Still nothing I could do, I thought. After dinner, My sister and I went out on the town together. We went out drinking on a credit card my dad had lent me to help pay for dinner, so by 10:30, we were already pretty buzzed. We walked by some beach bar with a live band in it and she grabbed my hand. “Let’s go in. Since I’ve been in school, I haven’t seen any live music at all.” Why not, I thought so we headed inside. More tequila shots. “Come dance with me. So many of these guys are creeping me out”. So onto the dance floor, which was more or less a tight group of people congregating around the stage. She led the way holding my hand, and we fell into the crowd Michelle in front of me and me right pressed up against her ass. I had my hand on her hip and she held it still. As she was dancing in place, her ass was rubbing all over my dick and I was hard as a rock. There was no way to even hide it at this point. Finally I couldn’t take it anymore. I moved my hand, still with her’s over it, up along her flat stomach and touched her breast for the first time in my life. She did nothing to stop me, so after a while I went under her shirt and under her bra and slowly kneaded her right breast. It was, up to that point, the most erotic thing that has ever happened to me. I was feeling up my older sister and she wasn’t stopping me. It was heaven. This went on as my head was spinning. I couldn’t help myself so my hand then went down her black miniskirt and into her g-string. Her pubic hair was soft and moist. She immediately took my hand off her and looked at me sternly. “What are you doing?” “I’m sorry. I just got carried away”. “Yes, you did” was all she said as she walked out. We walked back to the hotel in silent and both got ready for bed without ever saying a word to each other. “So I’m curious” she asked, “How far were you planning on taking that?” “I don’t know. Nothing. It just felt good. I’m sorry” was all I could say. Another half hour passed with both of us in bed but neither of us sleeping. I went up to go to the bathroom and was headed back to my bed when she stopped me and touched my arm. I sat on her bed and apologized again. “Shhh” she said and started to touch my leg. She pulled my dick out of my boxers and started stroking it. “This was what you wanted, right?” and then those huge lips took me in her mouth. It was perfection. I exploded into her mouth and she swallowed me. “Better?” she asked and I said yes. I got into bed with her and snuggled her perfect body. She didn’t stop me as my hands explored every inch of her body. I took off her top and bottoms and just rubbed her as we spooned. She started moaning as I played with her clit. I sucked on her breast and started to feel myself getting hard again against her naked ass. She started rubbing herself and I started stroking myself against her asshole, up and down the length of her crack. “This is so wrong. We are being so bad” she said but didn’t stop. I could feel her wetness and rubbed myself over her puss and then back to her ass. I figured I might as well go for it, so I pushed in against her anal ring. The tip just popped inside. “Ouch” she said but didn’t make me stop. “That hurts a little”, but I still didn’t take it out. She continued rubbing her clit and I was stroking myself with just the tip of my cock up her ass. “I want it deeper. Don’t stop” she whispered. The lotion was still next to me from last night’s backrub, so I lubed myself up and pushed more inside her, about half way now. “That feels so good” she told me. I finally pushed myself until I was fully up her ass as we were spooning. My motion was now in and out. This was the most incredible feeling ever. I felt her come and her ass tighten. No more movement until she relaxed because I was being held by her tiny little asshole. I unloaded my second come of the night deep up my beautiful sister’s little asshole. So amazing. So nasty. So incredible. She looked over at me as she took me out of her and said goodnight. Where was this going to go?