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Teaching Her a Lesson

By: javo



It's 6 am, and he has just finished what he has been doing for the past hour or so. He looks at her, she's sound asleep. He's quite satisfied with himself, because now he can finally let her know that he has seen her flirt with other men, that he has seen her colleague touch her, that he has seen the way she's lately been looking at the guy next door. It's about time she got reminded of to who she belongs. He has a last look at her naked, sleeping body while he strokes his cock, and then he quickly gets dressed and heads off to work. 

She wakes up and wonders why he didn't wake her up like he usually does. She looks at her alarm clock and sees it's already 8 am! She overslept and is late for work. She notices the alarm wasn’t set to go off although she remembers setting it to go off at 6:45. She sits up in bed and feels something around her neck. She looks down and sees a thin steel chain on her body, going up to her neck. She puts her hand to her neck and feels there's something like an iron plated collar around it... She is confused, and tries to pull it off, but it is locked with a padlock, and there is no way she can get it off. She follows the chain with her eyes and sees it is attached to the doorpost, also with a padlock. 

She can't believe what's happening to her and she gets really pissed off. She grabs her cell phone and calls her boyfriend, but he doesn't answer the phone. She tries 3 more times, but no response. She gets frustrated and tries to pull the chain loose, but it's no use. Then she realizes that she has to call her work to tell them she can't come in today. She dials the number and hears the voice of her boss. She tells him she can't get to work today. He asks why, and she remains silent for a bit and lies to him that she has hurt her back and can't get out of bed. He curses because he's already shorthanded and tells her to get well soon. She puts down the phone and thinks about what to do next. She needs to pee, and she hopes the chain is long enough to get to the toilet. She walks towards the bathroom and to her relief the chain is just long enough.

While she is in the bathroom she freshens up a bit and looks at the collar in the mirror. It's actually a decent piece of craftsmanship and must have cost quite a lot. She looks at herself chained and kind of likes the way it looks. Then she walks to the living room and tries to get to the front door, but the chain is a few feet short, and she can't reach the door. Then she sees a small hook, and hanging from it are some keys and a set of handcuffs. She's pretty sure those are the keys for the padlocks because they weren't there before. She tries to reach them but is a few feet away from them. She gets more frustrated because she can't do anything about the situation she is in. She decides to get dressed, but halfway walking to the bedroom she realizes that she can't put on a shirt with the chain on her neck. She thinks she might as well stay naked then. She lies on the bed to think about what she will do during the day until her boyfriend finally comes home. She considers calling a friend to unlock her, but realizes that explaining this would be a bit too much... 

As she lies there she feels the chain cold on her skin. It lies between her breasts, on her belly...and goes down between her legs. She feels the cold steel against her slit and shivers. She moves her hand there to remove it, but when she touches herself she feels herself be moist. She rubs herself a bit with the chain, pushing it gently into her slit. She trembles as the cold metal of the chain warms up in her wet cunt. She starts stroking her breasts with her other hand, while she moves her fingers slowly in and out of herself. She rolls over so she can lie on her belly and penetrates herself with her fingers... She moans softly as she feels her fingers get soaked by her own juices. She takes them out and licks them off, tasting her salty self... Then she starts stroking her clit...moaning and whimpering as she drives herself towards a climax... She feels the chain press against her belly and breasts. Her fingers move over her clit faster and faster and she buries her face in the duvet to muffle the sounds she makes... When she's ready to cum she drives two fingers into her cunt and feels her sticky wetness flow around her fingers... She moans softly as she satisfies herself. After a while she takes her fingers out and licks her own cum off them. She suddenly feels very tired and decides to take a nap.

He has taken the afternoon off so he can carry out his little plan after she has been alone and chained in the house for a few hours. He carefully opens the door and sees no-one is in the living room. He walks towards the bedroom and sees her lie on the bed, naked and asleep, just the way he wants her. He gets the handcuffs and goes into the bedroom. He quickly climbs on the bed and sits on her back with his legs spread on either side of her. She wakes up and he grabs her arms and puts them behind her back. She struggles and tried to get loose, but he firmly holds her like that and puts the handcuffs on. Then he rolls her over and sits over her belly while she lies somewhat uncomfortable on her back. 

She's angry with him and tells him to uncuff her right away. He looks down at her and smiles. He says nothing and just strokes her body. He strokes her breasts and feels her nipples get hard despite the fact that she tells him to stop and get off her. He lets her rant a bit and then gets off her and walks to the kitchen. She hears him make coffee and wonders what he is going to do to her. After a few minutes she suddenly feels him pull the chain, forcing her to get out of bed and stumble into the living room. 

She sees him sit on the couch, his pants and shorts dropped on his feet. He's stroking himself with one hand, while slowly but surely pulling her closer with the other hand. She struggles but it is no use as he is much stronger than her. He keeps pulling her closer until she is standing in front of him. She looks at his hard cock, she looks at his hand move over it... She feels herself get wet just by looking at it, even though she keeps telling herself not to get turned on by it, not to give him that satisfaction. She sees him looking at her, and she knows he can see her slit get moist... She feels his eyes on her as he beats off in front of her and she feels herself get weak. He pulls the chain, forcing her on her knees...he pulls her closer until her head is only a few inches away from his wet, throbbing cock. She hears him stroke his cock faster and she gasps... She feels small drops of precum splash against her face... Then he takes his hand of his cock and pulls her face into his lap. Her face is pressed against his hard warm flesh and she feels the wetness against her lips and cheek... She struggles to get out of this, but she knows it's pointless, because he has her where he wants her, and she's chained up and has her hands tied behind her back. She is furious...but on the other hand she can't resist the temptation of his cock... Finally she gives in and licks his shaft with the tip of her tongue...slowly at first, but when he starts rubbing his cock against her face she starts licking him hungrily...tasting his precum on her tongue...feeling how hard he is... 

She moves her head slowly upwards till her mouth kisses the head of his cock... She licks up the precum that is oozing out. She puts her lips around the head and starts sucking the swollen flesh gently, teasing it with the tip of her tongue... Then she feels his hands on the back of her head. She holds her breath... He applies some pressure on her head...forcing her mouth down on his cock slowly... She feels his cock enter her warm wet mouth and she gasps... After what seems like an age he can't push her head down any further and her lips are pressed against the base of his cock...her nose against his skin, smelling him... His cock is deep inside her throat and she gags as he keeps her down on his cock... Then when she thinks she is going to choke on his cock he releases her head... She takes a deep breath and coughs... He puts his hands on her head again and forces her down. He stands up and starts moving his hips... He thrusts his erection into her mouth as she struggles to keep her balance because her hands are tied on her back... She moans and gags as he fucks her mouth faster and faster... He groans loudly as he brutally violates her mouth... She sucks and licks his cock as it slams into her... Then he pushes her head down again and she feels his body shock against her face as his cum explodes into her mouth... She gags and swallows as he fills her mouth with his warm milk...

Then the doorbell rings, and he slides her mouth off his cock and makes her sit on the floor while he pulls up his pants. As he goes to answer the door she sits on the floor panting, trying to get her breath back. He opens the door, it's some charity guy. She's aware that he can see her sit there, naked and chained up and she holds her breath as her boyfriend gives him some money. She feels humiliated because someone could have seen her like that.

She gets angry with him again for doing this to her. He turns around and looks at her. He grins. Then he starts taking off his clothes in front of her while telling her that he is going to remind her whose girlfriend she is, and that he is punishing her for flirting with other men. She holds her breath as he is telling her this. She looks at his body as he undresses. He looks at her sitting on the floor with her hands tied behind her back and he smiles. She sees his cock stiffen slowly as he takes off his shoes and socks. He stands in front of her, naked. She looks up at him and feels herself get horny against her will. 

She knows there's nothing she can do to stop him from doing whatever he wants to do and she feels helpless. He walks towards her and picks her up. He makes her sit on the couch and kneels in front of her. He forces her legs open and looks at her glistening cunt. He then buries his face between her legs and she gasps when she feels his tongue penetrate her slit. She squirms under his touch, trying to get away, but there's no point in struggling as he holds her body down with his hands while he sucks and licks her clit. His mouth on her clit is too much for her and she cums... She shakes and trembles and feels his tongue lap up her sticky cum...drinking her juices... He looks up at her and she sees his face wet from her cunt. 

He sits next to her on the couch and orders her to sit in his lap. She looks at him angrily but obeys... He holds up his cock and she knows he wants her to slide her cunt over it. She lowers herself slowly on his cock and she moans when his cock is buried all the way inside her. He strokes her body as she slowly grinds herself against him. He pulls her close and puts his lips on her breasts, greedily sucking her nipples... His hands are on her ass, gripping her tight, pushing her down on his cock... She moans in his ear and he keeps on licking her breasts, tasting her skin... The sounds he makes drive her wild and she closes her eyes as she fucks herself on her throbbing hard erection... He stops sucking her breasts and pulls her close towards him, holding her tight... He starts moving his hips up and down...fucking her...slowly at first, but increasing the pace every time his cock penetrates her. 

She hears him breathe heavily as he slams his cock inside her...fucking her hard and wild... She whimpers and moans every time she comes down on his cock... She shivers and clenches his cock with her muscles as she cums on him... He pushes her away from him so he can watch her cum on his hard flesh... He strokes her breasts when she arches her back and shakes violently... He feels her cum ooze out of her, dripping onto the base of his cock... 

Then he lets her slide off his cock and pulls her to the dinner table by the chain. He bends her over and starts stroking her back. He spreads her puffy cunt with his fingers and licks them off... She knows he's going to fuck her hard and she can't even clench the edge of the table with her hands because she's cuffed. He positions his cock against her slit and lets it rest in her opening. Then he pulls the chain, forcing her to arch her back. When she can't arch any further he thrusts his cock inside her, feeling her shiver... He keeps her back arched and starts pounding into her, fucking her hard, using her... He asks her who she belongs to and she moans "you" as he impales her on his cock... Her pelvis his the table every time he slams into her...she hears the sucking noises his cock makes inside her and she hears the skin of his belly splat against the skin of her ass... She whimpers and shakes while he keeps pulling her back by the chain... Finally she cums, practically screaming... He keeps fucking her till her cum is dripping down his balls, till all he hears is her moan and whimper... 

Then he pulls her off the table and makes her sit on her knees on the floor. He forces her to bend over till her head and shoulders are pinned against the floor. Her cheek is pressed against the cold floor. Her hands still tied behind her back. He puts his hand on her ass, and strokes her slit with his other hand. Then he moves his wet fingers out of her slit, towards her asshole. He starts rubbing her tight little asshole with his sticky wet fingers. When he thinks it's wet enough he spreads her ass cheeks and positions his cock on her hole. 

She groans as he pushes the head of his cock in slowly but deliberately... When it finally pops in he leans over her and slides his cock into her incredibly tight and warm ass... She moans again. His body covers her and he starts moving in and out of her. He pins her down on the floor while fucking her ass harder and deeper with every impact. She just whimpers and moans as he works her out, as he uses her helpless body, taking advantage of her...teaching her a lesson... He pulls her up straight and holds her by her breasts...she feels his body go rigid and his grip tighten... She gasps and then she feels his cum fill her ass...his warm cum inside her... He keeps on fucking her ass till his cock is soft enough to take out. She sits on her knees and feels his cum drip out of her ass. She looks at him. He's panting from the effort of fucking her so hard. Then he gets the keys for the locks and the cuffs and releases her. She looks at him and despite being furious about what he did to her today she kisses him. He holds her tight and smiles...

Teaching Her a Lesson



Dinner sounded like just what they needed. A night out, a few drinks, a nice meal might help to ease all the tension they had felt lately. While they were still a young couple, the flame had been flickering lately. His desire for her was as strong as ever, he loved his wife. She unfortunately had given in to the pressures of reality. The place in her mind used in the past for sensuality and desire now was occupied with things from the office, the mortgage, the kids. She just worried everything to death, they had no real problems. They both had good jobs, no one was coming to repossess anything, the kids were healthy and happy. But for some reason the wanton woman her husband had fell in love with slipped away. 

So here they sat, the husband trying to numb his throbbing libido. There were three empty rocks glasses on the table, and he was working on emptying a fourth. He listened to his wife drone on about ineffectual things, all hopes of any romance with her this evening was gone now. Her figure still appealed to him, but to her, things didn't fit the way they should, the way they used to. Even after he had explained that years pass, things change, including they way they both looked, his words fell on deaf ears. She had went through her usual ritual that evening before they had left home, trying on a thousand different things, complaining about her aging form. She had aroused him, walking around in her undergarments like that, tearing off one thing, buttoning up another. Each time he reached for her, she slipped away, promising later. He knew later would never come, it never did. She would beg off, telling him she just didn't feel desirable. He would try to convince her, try to prove to her she was, but always to no avail.

The thing his wife failed to understand always kept ringing in the back of his mind. To him, the most arousing and alluring thing about any woman was confidence. The way she looked came after that, but really didn't have much bearing on her sensuality. A woman confident in her appearance, however slightly flawed, was much more arousing than some slut in spandex. You could tell women like this from their eyes. the way they held your gaze. While in many cases the gaze was the extent of contact, knowing the fires burning within was always exciting. 

Cocktail number four was history now, and his wife was still droning on. Without showing his disinterest in her conversation, his eyes wandered the crowded restaurant. The lighting was somewhat dim, like most establishments with prices on the menu such as this. You still could see your fellow patrons, or at least the ones close by.

From behind his gin clouded eyes, he first saw her. She was sitting with a man somewhat older than she, at the table just adjacent to theirs. As always, he noticed her eyes first. She appeared disinterested in her companion. She never really looked him in the eye. He didn't appear to notice though, he seemed to be more interested in listening to himself talk. And talk he did, on and on, from what you could hear from the next table, about himself. She was busying herself with her meal, glancing around, trying to find something, anything to hold her attention.

As he glanced up from his wife again, he finally caught her eyes. She had finally found someone in this restaurant who appeared to be as bored as she was. Her eyes met his quickly, smiling slightly, and quickly returned to her companion. He however, didn't look away as fast. As quickly as he could without alerting his wife to his wandering eye, he drank in her charms. She was petite, but for some reason, her legs appeared miles long. Maybe it was the short skirt, or perhaps the silk stockings, they seemed to caress each other each time she crossed her legs. The silk slid against itself, generating heat across the narrow aisle, heat he felt burning, growing. 

Her hair framed a gorgeous face, pouty, full lips framed blood red. He watched her eating and his imagination started to run away from him. Each time her lips closed around another bite, he felt the same lips closing around his member. Each time her legs uncrossed and crossed, he felt her silken thighs wrapped around his waist. With every breath she took, as her chest rose and fell, he could feel her breasts in his hands. He had gone too far now, slipped into a fantasy that excited him to the point of arousal. His erection pressed against the inside of his pants, and he shifted uncomfortably. 

She was aware of his stare now, and her discomfort coupled with something confusing. She detested being stared at like a tart. She dressed this way because it made her feel good. It also made her companion happy. Sometimes men would stare, they could hardly help it, she usually dismissed them with a flip of her hair. But this man seemed to be looking through her, into her soul. His burning gaze wandered up and down her body, and she was beginning to feel something. What it was she couldn't tell, but she liked the fact that he was looking. His dinner companion was a beautiful woman, she was almost complimented that he found her so alluring. She sat up straighter now, thrusting her breasts against her lacy bra and silk blouse. She rubbed her thighs together a bit more than she needed to when she crossed her legs. She didn't know why, perhaps it was the boredom, perhaps it was all the wine she had drank. But this man seemed interested in her, unlike her companion. He babbled on about himself, his business, talking constantly but saying nothing.

She wasn't in the habit of enticing strange married men, but it seemed like good clean fun. It wasn't like she had torn her clothes off, or made some sort of suggestive comment to him. She was just enjoying her meal, and shifting around in her chair. Of course her skirt kept riding up while she moved, and she neglected to pull it back down, but for some reason she wanted him to look. And she continued to give him reasons to keep looking.

He was just shy of his breaking point now, he had to get control of himself. This woman was teasing him, and she knew it. This was cruel, it was torture, he couldn't take much more. His erection was throbbing now, threatening to start leaking into his pants. He had to get away, clear his head, otherwise his desire for her might get him in trouble. He excused himself from his wife, told her that he was going to the bar for a cigarette. She readily agreed, her disgust for his habit was far greater than the discomfort she would feel sitting in a crowded restaurant alone. He buttoned his double breasted jacket as he rose, but not before the woman across the aisle noticed a large bulge in his pleated pants. His legs were a little unsteady as he walked back to the smoky bar. He steadied himself on the wall, reaching inside his jacket for his cigarettes. As he withdrew on and put it to his lips, he felt some semblance of balance return to him. He ordered another cocktail and tried to forget the woman across the aisle.

She was curiously aroused by his condition when he rose to leave the table. Her amazement in the effect she had on him was quickly surpassed by her own desire. Her companion didn't excite her anymore. She would endure his pawing, hold him close as he climaxed, and then watch as he rolled off and fell asleep. She had been forced to indulge herself more and more lately, and as her lover slept next to her, she would bring herself to satisfaction. But she wasn't really satisfied, there was no passion in her bedroom, only obligation. She longed for a slow tease, someone to attend to her needs. A man that would love her long and slow, knowing her every desire, asking no questions. The only way to achieve this now was to imagine it, and imagine the hands touching her were not her own, but those of her dream lover.

Her mind continued to wander, where had this man gone? Her mind raced at with nasty thoughts. Had she frustrated him to the point where he had to go and relieve the pressure? She had to know, maybe her self confidence needed a boost, maybe she was bored listening to her companion, but all the same she excused herself. As she walked across the crowded restaurant she heard her companion call to a friend. The two old friends sat down at the same table she had just left. She confidently walked down the hall, knowing she wouldn't be missed anytime soon.

As he stood at the bar, hoping to get control of his emotions, she entered the room. She walked around to the opposite side of the bar and sat down. He wasn't sure if she was looking at him or not, she appeared to be looking for something in her purse. He gazed at her silken curls, the side of her face, and all of the composure he had gained in the last few minutes vanished. She had finally found what she was looking for, and her fingers wrapped around the tube of lipstick as she drew it from her purse. He was still watching her, she could tell out of the corner of her eye. She wasn't sure why she was so interested in teasing him, she only knew this game couldn't end just yet. 

He watched as she caressed the lipstick tube open, she wasn't holding it like a cosmetic, she was holding it like a treasure. As she removed the cap and twisted the base, his lust grew. She touched the crimson tip to her lips and gently traced an outline. She rubbed her lips together longer than she needed to, continuing to perform for him. This was all he could take, it was probably the liquor, but his desire for her was pushing him to frightening points. As he rose to go over and talk to her, she flipped her hair and got down off the bar stool. She blew him a kiss and walked out the door. 

His anger for her seethed, the little tease. His inebriated mind rationalized that she needed to be taught a lesson. You could not so blatantly tease someone as she had, and then just walk away. Any other night, he would have been a good boy and returned to his wife, but not tonight. He was frustrated long before he had ever laid eyes on her, now he had to have her. He followed her out the long hallway back to the restaurant, watching her firm ass swing under her short skirt, her high heels clicking on the marble floor. She turned to enter the ladies room, glancing over her shoulder at him as she did. She blew him another kiss, and went inside. The end was here, he could stand no more, his hand rose to the door she had just went through, and much to his amazement, he followed her.

She stood at the mirror, checking her long hair, adjusting her clothing. She checked the door in the mirror when she heard it open, and when she saw him, she froze. Apparently she had underestimated her feminine charms. She had given this poor man the impression that she wanted him to follow her. After the initial shock, she turned to speak to him. She told him that he should leave, that he was in the wrong room. It was then she looked into his eyes. Her fear mounted as she saw the raw passion and anger in his eyes. She had went too far, and her only way out was blocked by his massive frame.

He didn't answer when she asked him what he wanted. He only crossed the tile floor and reached for the object of his desire. She felt the counter press into her back, barring any escape. He continued to advance towards her, and she opened her mouth to scream. No sounds came, she had never been so frightened in her life. His hand rose to her face, caressing her soft cheek as he tangled his fingers in her long hair. As his grip on her hair tightened, his other hand rose to her chest. He looked down at her breasts, heaving as she breathed. He was satisfied that he had scared her, and the silk of her blouse filled his hand. He pulled her face to his to kiss her soft lips, lips that were quivering now with fear.

For someone appearing to be as frightened as she, she didn't do much to resist his advances. He reached to the low cut neckline of her silk blouse, as it pulled away from her flesh, he eyed the breasts she had been thrusting at him all evening. The fabric tore as he pulled on it, he pulled so hard it tore the garment from her body. She stood before him now, naked from the waist up except for her lacy white bra. He eyed her breasts hungrily as they rose and fell. She stared into his eyes with disbelief. She was frozen now, unable to speak, unable to move. This wasn't the sort of thing women like her did. She was a lady, not some bar room tramp. She couldn't escape his hungry eyes, his hands reached now for her breasts. She felt her nipples harden under his hands, so hard now they ached for his touch. Her arms hung limply at her sides as he filled his hands and kissed down her neck. 

The flimsy bra tore from her body as easily as the blouse. A sound finally escaped her lips as his mouth closed around her nipple. She gasped, not sure if it was from fear or pleasure. A shock shot through her body as his teeth sank down on her taut bud, her hands rose to hold his head in place. She couldn't help herself now, this was almost rape, but her body told him she wanted more. His hands fell from her body for a moment to unbuckle his belt. He pulled back on her hair again to stand her up straight. He pushed his pants aside and hauled on the prick she had been teasing all night. The moment she spied the throbbing flesh her body betrayed her again. She felt a flood of honey fill her panties as she reached for it. He pulled hard on her hair again, pushing her back against the sink. He was in charge, she was only here to pay for the teasing. 

He turned her around abruptly, his hand going to her soft belly and pulling her ass towards him. He bent her over the cold marble sink, pushing her head down. The moment her nipples touched the cold marble of the countertop, she felt her flower spasm in orgasm. It had been so long since a man had taken her at all, she almost forgot how forceful this one was. He pushed one hand into the middle of her back to hold her in place. She tried to rise because of the cold marble against her nipples, only to be pushed back into her prone position by his huge hands. She felt his erection grind into the cleft of her ass, his hands fell to her hips, pulling her quivering ass closer to him. 

He pulled her short skirt up over her hips, exposing the white silk panties pulled up tight against her flesh. He pulled on the panties hard, tearing yet another piece of clothing from her young body. She felt his hand run down her naked hip, then up again on the back of her thigh. She quivered as his fingers pushed into her folds. He was finally satisfied when he felt her wetness. He knew now that she felt the same things he did. No matter how much she protested, he knew the truth. She might say she didn't want him, but her body told on her, her wetness told on her.

He told her to reach back and hold her flesh open for him. She complied quickly, more out of desire than fear. She longed to be filled by his throbbing flesh, and would do anything to be satisfied. Her breasts pushed down into the cold marble hard now, taking all her weight. She didn't feel the cold anymore, only slight relief as her hard nipples pressed down into the counter. He took his erect prick in his hand and ran it down the cleft of her ass. She moved her hips to meet it, only to have it pulled away. She was whimpering now, being deprived of his thick organ. She wanted it badly, she needed it more than anything, but still he waited. She spoke, asking him for his manhood, begging him for it. She heard no words, she only felt his cock sliding over her. He ran it over her throbbing clit gently, back through her moistened folds, and over her tiny pink rosebud. She moved her hips with him, asking again and again for him to enter her. Finally when she could take no more, she spoke, "Please stop teasing me!" she cried. It had taken longer than he had hoped, but she at last had spoken the words he wanted to hear. 

"What's the matter, you don't like to be teased?" he asked. She only whimpered and thrust her ass at him again. As he continued running his member through her folds, he spoke again. "What do you want?" he said. She was beside herself, she had never begged a man for sex in her life. Her desire overcame her shame, she begged him to enter her. "No, what do you want me to do?" came his taunting voice again. Her mind raced, she couldn't say it, she never even uttered that word even to herself. It was so filthy, so base, but never the less, it perfectly described what she wanted him to do. "Fuck me, please fuck me!" came her reply. She heard the words, but it wasn't her voice saying them. She didn't want to believe she had said it, that would be admitting she was completely out of control. Realizing that her body had betrayed her, that she was helpless against this man, against her own desires. 

From the moment he pierced her searing flesh, until she felt his balls nestled against her, she came. Her climax ripped through her like a freight train, leaving her weak in the knees. He felt her folds spasm around him as he pushed deeper into her, he felt her go limp from her orgasm. It was then that he grabbed her hair again, tangling his fingers in her beautiful mane. He pulled her to him with it, thrusting deeply, pushing her into the counter harder. He was lucky that she was prone over the counter as she was. Otherwise she might have collapsed in a heap on the floor. When the mist cleared, she realized that he was still pumping into her deeply. She reached back again, holding her flesh apart for him, throwing her hips back to meet him with each thrust. Her flesh gripped him like a glove, milking his orgasm from him. He wanted it to last longer, he wanted it to last the rest of his life, but finally he could wait no longer. He reached down and pulled her up, grabbing her breasts roughly. As she felt his fingers close around her heaving breasts, he came. He continued pumping, squirting his scalding come deep inside her, grabbing her breasts. That was all she needed, his fingers pinched her nipples roughly, as she felt him fill her with his come, she came around his squirting prick once again. 

She fell forward, exhausted from the ordeal. She held her face in her hands, unable to believe the heights that this man took her to. She watched him silently in the mirror as he dressed. He turned without a word, and walked out of the ladies room. It was then she realized her predicament, most of her clothing had been torn from her body. How could she leave, how could she explain this to her companion? Before the full weight of her predicament occurred to her, the door opened again. It was the same man, the man who had so completely had her. He handed her a raincoat, his raincoat. She took it from him, not sure what he was giving it to her for. He apologized for tearing her beautiful things, and said this was the least he could do. As she wrapped it around her, smelling his cologne on it, she promised herself that she would be in charge when she returned it.



Teaching Her a Lesson



**Author's note: Here's a quick story I felt like writing to get a break from the main End of an Era storyline. It involves the same main character, but it is a year or so earlier than the End of an Era timeline and takes a different angle. Sorry I don't write too much, but this stuff is just for me to take a break from my non-erotic writing and unfortunately only occasionally erotic life. Enjoy.**

"U coming over tonite?" the message read. 

I was finishing up another late night closing shift in the middle of an atrociously hot summer in an average American deep-south college town. It wasn't that busy at my pool hall that evening, but luckily my regulars and a few extra groups of drunken college students that hadn't left for the summer made sure I at least made 100 dollars.

There were only a few of my regulars left sitting going back and forth over some unimportant issue when my phone went off and I read the message. It was from Jada, my girlfriend at the time. Jada was young, barely twenty and I, at twenty-five was pushing it dating her. I usually demanded that my girlfriends be at least of legal drinking age, but she was cute and I enjoyed having a girl who would do whatever I wanted. She had curly dirty blonde hair and green eyes. She stood about five-foot nine and slender, but not too skinny.

I sighed as I pressed the button on my phone to reply. "Sure. You have anything to drink over there?"

I slid my phone back into my pocket and went over to pick up the credit card receipts from my last few customers as they gathered their things to leave, having finished their drinks.

"Bye Jason," said Samantha, a twenty-two year old waitress that worked at a corporate chain down the street with the three other people who were with her. She smiled and waved.

"Bye Samantha, drive safely."

The rest of her crew echoed her sentiments and I responded in kind. I walked back over to the cash register and closed out the last few checks with the tips added in. Samantha had tipped very well as she often did. I totaled out my report for the night and added in the waitress, Julie that had worked that evening. I had sent her home early since it was so slow.

Behind me I heard the splash of glasses being washed in the sink and I knew Reed, the cook that evening had come over to help me clean up. Besides being my co-worker, he was also one of my roommates along with another guy, Aaron. We all looked out for each other and when I learned he was looking for a second job for some extra money I got him this job.

"Thanks, man." I said over my shoulder. "How's the rest of the place look?"

"I just checked the bathrooms and pool-side looks fine. I finished cleaning the kitchen already too."

I just nodded as I opened the drawer and pulled out my credit card tips for the evening and added it to my cash that I had already pulled from the jar. I reached down and grabbed a twenty and handed it to Reed. I always tipped him for the extra work he did, like take out my trash and help me with the other cleaning I was ultimately responsible for.

"Fix us a drink?" I asked when I handed him the money.

"Absolutely," he responded stuffing the money into his pocket and pulling the plugs on the sink. 

I finished counting down the drawer as my phone went off again in my pocket. I entered the numbers into the computer and pulled out my phone as the report was printing. "Yeah, we have drinks. A couple of my friends from work are here"

I sighed as I thought about having to deal with her fucking friends if I went over there. No telling if they were some of her older friends or the ones the same age and younger. "K, I'll be over in about 30 min" I responded.

I really had wanted to just go over there and fix myself a quick drink and get her to give me a nice slow blowjob before I fucked her and went to sleep. See, that was the only advantage of dating a younger girl. She pretty much did whatever I wanted her to do. I certainly wasn't the first guy to fuck her, but I was the first one to cum in her mouth and to fuck her in the ass. I taught her how to blow me to the point where she would do it on command no matter where or when. 

I checked the end of the report to see that my drawer was 23 cents over. Nothing to worry about; especially with Charley, the owner who was about as laid back as they come. 

Reed came back around the center island of the bar holding two Styrofoam cups. I took a quick sip and exhaled. "Damn, Reed, I have taught you well."

"Thank you, sir."

I laughed and finished pulling out the deposit for the evening and put it along with the slip into the bank bag before I pulled out a cigarette and lit up. 

"Slow night, huh?" Reed said as he took a big gulp of his drink.

"Yeah, it happens during the summer. Did you lock the back door?"

"Yep, all secured."

"Cool, "I said as I walked into the storage room to flip off the main power switches that controlled the 30 televisions and the lights over the pool tables. I walked back out stopping to flick the ash of my cigarette in a random ashtray and took a big gulp of my drink as I walked back through the now dimly lit bar.

Reed and I talked about nothing much for a few minutes then he asked me if I was going home tonight or if I was staying at Jada's.

"Well she just texted and asked me to come over there. She has a few friends over."

Reed nodded. "Right on. Aaron called earlier he said he got some more weed, you need any?"

I thought for a moment. "Yeah, tell him to set aside an eighth for me. I'll give him the cash tomorrow."

"Will do," Reed said before he took another long pull of his drink. "So you and the little lady having a romantic evening, or are you just going to fuck her face and smack her ass?"

I laughed. Reed and my good friend Mike were always privy to my sordid tales involving whatever girl I was with at the moment. Aaron would hear about it too, but he wasn't quite as interested since he often had his own adventures.

"Nah man, she's got some friends over at her house right now. I hope they're not her little young friends Laura and Sally. Those girls get on my nerves."

Reed shrugged. "I thought you liked them young."

I took one final drag off my cigarette and put it out before taking a huge gulp from my drink, trying to finish it off. "Jada rarely brings hot girls around me. Laura is fat and Sally is just strange looking."

"I don't blame her," Reed said before drinking down the last of his drink. "You cheat on her at every opportunity."

I drank down the final few sips of my drink before tossing it in the garbage. "Not every opportunity. It doesn't matter anyway; Jada would stay with me even if I fucked a girl right in front of her."

I stood up from my barstool and walked over to grab the bank bag. Reed tossed our cups into the trash and walked to the door.

After setting the code, I let Reed out first and then followed behind him locking the door. We said our goodbyes and I left to go drop off the money at the bank. It was almost three o'clock in the morning so the streets of town were empty as I drove over to Jada's little apartment.

She lived in one of those large houses that had been redesigned to be four separate apartments. Only hers and one other were occupied at the time, and the other was rented by a nurse that always seemed to be working the night shift, so she didn't have to worry much about noise. 

This was apparent as I pulled into the small parking area behind the building and only saw two other cars besides mine and Jada's. I got out and I could hear laughing and music as I walked into the place. I really wasn't feeling a night with a bunch of eighteen-nineteen year-olds drinking way too much and falling all over themselves.

I tried to calm down a little before I walked into the apartment to see four girls dancing around and laughing with a couple young guys sitting over on the couch with beers in their hands. All of the girls were holding glasses with a variety of drinks in them. I immediately saw Jada as one of the four. I knew Laura and her fat ass with a protruding stomach and complete lack of real tits. Just the most unfortunate combination on any girl.

I also saw Sally and her actually okay body. She was really skinny and didn't have much to her, but I kind of liked skinny girls anyway. It was her face. She had these sunken eyes and huge nose. Her teeth were too big for her face and her chin jutted out like her nose. 

I sighed and walked past them into the kitchen to fix myself a drink. I was going to need it.

Pulling down a bottle of bourbon and a glass I pour a generous amount in and added a few ice cubes. I took a quick sip and decided that the bourbon wasn't quite good enough to stand on its own. I grabbed a two-liter of cola and splashed a little into the drink. 

It was then that Jada came into the kitchen, obviously more than a little drunk. "Hey baby," she cried out as she wrapped her arms around me. "How was work?"

I took a decent pull off my drink and turned around. "Fine," I said curtly. "Had a little bit to drink tonight?"

She gave a drunken laugh, "Just a little, honey. We're celebrating."

I saw one of the boys stumble through the living room behind Jada and latch on to the one girl I didn't know in there. I kept an eye out, wanting to check out this new addition to Jada's friends. She seemed cute. She was short, brunette and petite. Nice little rounded ass that she kept twitching back and forth. I caught her looking past the unstable drunk boy and her eyes locked with mine. She smiled.

Jada turned to see what I was looking at. She didn't catch on right away. "What are you looking at, baby?"

I shook my head as the other girl turned back to the drunken idiot. "Nothing. Just making sure your drunk friend there isn't about to puke on the carpet. What are you celebrating?"

"Brandy just turned 18 at midnight."

Brandy. That must be her name. 18 and cute as hell. She turned a little to the side and I could see her profile now. She had nice rounded tits about the size of oranges and a stomach that only came from hard work, unless of course you're a fresh-faced 18 year-old. Then it was just par for the course.

"I see," I said and pushed past my girlfriend back out into the living room. I grabbed a seat in the recliner and pulled out a cigarette. Laura and Sally came over to talk to me and I gave them a few short responses as they drunkenly tried to act more mature than they were. I glanced over at the guy not trying to get with young Brandy and noticed that he was passing out on the couch. Fucking lightweight kids.

I reached over and took the beer out of his slackening hands just in time, as he was about to drop it. I set it over on the table and lit my cigarette. 

The other drunk kid was obviously striking out with Brandy as she kept blowing him off. He stumbled back across the living room and eyed me up and down. "Who the fuck are you?"

I took a long drag off my cigarette and blew out a cloud of smoke. "Jason," I said simply before taking a healthy gulp from my drink. Jada came back in the room with a fresh drink and saw her little friend eyeing me down. She stepped in quickly.

"Jason, this is Clinton," she said in a rush. "Clinton, this is my boyfriend, Jason. You've heard about him."

He gave me a quick nod and then looked over at Sally and Laura who were still standing beside my chair. He was obviously debating on which one to try and hit on, though in his state I doubted he could satisfy himself, much less a girl. 

I loved these little small gatherings. Especially when I got to watch some young kid look like a complete idiot in front of girls. Jada came over and sat on the arm of my chair and ran her fingers through my hair as I smoked my cigarette and sipped on my drink. "Sorry about that, baby."

I made a noncommittal sound and continued sipping on my drink until I finished it. Jada had gotten back up and was standing near Brandy talking about something. Clinton had decided on Sally and she was shyly responding to his drunken advances. Unfortunately that left Laura standing near my chair trying to engage me in conversation. 

Laura has some older brother that she used to always talk to about all her problems, but he went and joined the Navy and she rarely gets to talk to him anymore. So seeing me as an older brother-figure seemed natural to her. The only problem is that I had absolutely no desire to listen or give advice to this girl. That didn't seem to stop her. 

I paid scant attention as she bitched about work and school and how no boys wanted to date her. I paid enough attention to her to be able to give short quick answers and reassurances. My real focus was checking out this newly legal Brandy. She was wearing little jean shorts that showed her nice firm tanned legs all the way up to that rounded ass that kept twitching with the beat on the stereo. Her top was tight around those firm little breasts. I watched as she talked to Jada and I realized a few things.

First, Jada had a thing for this girl. Not a "leave-your-boyfriend" kind of thing, it would take a lot for her to leave me, but more like an infatuation with the hot young girl thing. I would bet money that there was some cheerleader or prom queen type girl that looked a lot like Brandy at Jada's high school when she went there. I bet Jada looked up to her. 

Secondly, Brandy knew it. The way she stood there, even though she was shorter than Jada, made it seem like she was looking down on her. She knew that Jada was a submissive pleaser and I wouldn't be surprised if Jada was constantly doing favors for this young girl.

Finally, Brandy was more in control of herself at this party than anyone else, excluding myself, which was quite impressive for one who was only a few hours into adulthood. The way she stood and sipped at her drink, taking her time, made her seem more adult than the girl who was two years older standing across from her.

My drink was empty by this point so I made a motion towards my glass and stood up from my chair. Jada noticed and came over to me. "Hey babe, you want me to fix you another drink?"

Typical, I thought to myself. I handed her the glass and sat back down. "Bourbon, splash of coke." I'd taught her how to make my drinks just as I taught her how to ride my cock. This wasn't the perfect girl for me, but I made it so she could play the part. I caught Brandy watching the exchange out of the corner of my eye. I could tell she was assessing the situation. 

As I sat back down I saw her walk over my way. Laura had stopped talking, but she took my return as a chance to resume. Just that moment, drunk passed-out boy decided to slightly wake up. I could see him hiccupping and retching a little and knew that he might throw up soon. Before I could say anything Brandy steps up to Laura. "Oh, Laura, honey, I think Patrick might be getting sick. Would you help him? I wouldn't have any idea what to do."

Laura acquiesced and went over to help the poor kid to the bathroom. That left Brandy there with me. She watched as they stumbled away and then turned to me. "So you're the famous Jason."

"That's what they call me, but I'm not sure about the fame part."

"Oh Jada just talks about you all the time at work."

I nodded. As if speaking her name was summons, she returned to the living room with my drink. I took it from her and sipped. It was close enough to right. "Thanks."

"Oh Jada," Brandy said holding up her glass. "Would you mind making me another drink, too? I have no idea what you put in it, but it was so good."

"Sure, Brandy," she replied taking the glass. "It is your birthday after all."

As Jada walked away Brandy laughed a little. I looked up at her and raised an eyebrow in silent question. 

"It's fun to have people who are so easily manipulated, don't you agree?"

I smiled and sipped my drink before I pulled out another cigarette.

"Could I get one of those?"

I pulled a second out before I put the pack away and lit them both at the same time before handing one to her. "I'm sure a girl like you has had plenty of people to manipulate."

She smiled as she took a drag from her cigarette. "I learned a few tricks, but there are always those who seem more difficult."

"It takes practice." I glanced over to see if anyone could hear us, but it seemed Clinton had finally gotten what he wanted and was busy making out with Sally on the couch. How he managed to navigate around that nose was beyond me. "I'm sure you'll get plenty." 

I saw Jada coming back with Brandy's drink and I used that moment as an excuse to walk away and go to the bathroom.

"Wait, Jason," Brandy began.

"I've got to pee," I responded. The look on her face, mouth open, brow lowered, eyes squeezed, was priceless. She wasn't used to guys simply walking away from her. This could be fun.

I walked into the hallway and started to go into the bathroom there, but then I heard drunk boy throwing up and remembered that Laura was in there helping him. So I turned and went into Jada's room and into her small bathroom. 

After I finished my business, I was walking out of the bathroom and I ran right into Jada who was holding a drink in her hand. A drink I was now wearing.

"What the Fuck?!" I yelled as the liquid soaked through my shirt and ran down the front of my pants.

"Oh my god, baby. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Here, let me get you a towel. She ran over to her dresser and set what was left of her drink down and opened the top drawer.

I was holding my shirt out, trying to keep the cold soaked shirt off my skin, but failing to keep it from soaking down my pants. 

Jada rushed back over and began patting my shirt and pants trying to soak up the liquid, but it was no use. I grabbed her by the wrists and pushed her back a little. "Fuck it, I'm soaked." I reached down and began undoing the buttons on my shirt enough to where I could pull it off. I shoved the clothes in her direction and took the towel out of her hands to dry the little that had gotten through my shirts.

"Go throw those in the washer before that cranberry juice shit stains them." I told her as she stood there on the verge of tears. 

In the process I had set down my cigarette on an ashtray on her dresser. I picked it back up and took a deep drag, looking around for my drink. I saw it on the counter in the bathroom and walked in there to grab it as Jada rushed out of the room with my shirts.

I stood there in front of the mirror and remembered that some of it had gone down the front of my pants. I cursed the stupid girl again and began pulling everything out of my pockets and taking my belt off. I dropped my pants and yelled out of the bathroom. "Jada, get your ass in here!"

I walked out of the bathroom putting the last of my cigarette out and setting my drink on her dresser. "Jada!"

It was then that I noticed I wasn't alone. There on the bed was Brandy. And I was standing there in my boxer shorts, holding my pants as Jada strolled back into the room. "Yeah honey, I'm here."

I was stuck there for a moment, but I quickly regained my composure. "My pants need to be washed too."

Jada glanced over at Brandy who was looking straight at me and then back to me standing there half-naked. "Okay," she said, taking them from me. She stood there for a moment glancing back and forth between her hot little friend and her barely-clad boyfriend.

"Before they stain," I said, snapping her back from her thoughts. She rushed out of the room quickly. 

I turned back to Brandy who was sipping her drink leaning slightly back on the bed. She looked me up and down for a moment before casually looking me in the eyes. "Sorry to burst in on you like this, but Clinton and Sally are really getting into it on the couch. Jada thought we should give them some privacy. I suggested we come in here."




Teaching Her a Lesson



I stood there, unashamed of my state of undress. I'm not the best looking guy in the world, but I was in pretty good shape at the time and I had nothing to hide. "I doubt they really cared about anyone else being there."

Brandy shrugged, "Maybe not. I sure didn't care, but Jada seemed to want to get away."

I smiled. "Oh so you like to watch?" I said playfully, suddenly regaining a better mood while I thought about the possibilities. I just wanted to see how far I could take this.

Brandy smiled before she took a sip of her drink. She made a point of looking directly at my crotch as she replied, "If I like what I see, I can watch a little while." She smiled as she let her eyes drift up over my torso. "But I usually prefer a more hands-on approach."

I did well not to sprout a full-blown erection right there. I could feel the blood rushing to my cock and I knew it was growing, so I covered it a little by turning to grab my drink off the dresser behind me. 

As I turned back around I saw Jada had returned. I wondered how much of that exchange she had heard. She sure didn't show much sign of it, but I saw her eyes drift down to my crotch. I could feel that my cock had grown a little and it was probably visible especially since I was only wearing boxers. She glanced over at Brandy who returned an innocent expression. 

"I think I have some of your basketball shorts over here," Jada said as she went over to the dresser.

"I'm fine," I responded. "Unless it's making you uncomfortable."

"It doesn't bother me," Brandy said quickly. She then turned a little to face Jada. "Unless you're uncomfortable with him being like this in front of me."

Jada stood up and stammered out, "Well...I guess...I just thought..."

"What?" I said in response. "What were you thinking?" She stood still obviously aware of how upset I was with her. "Were you thinking it is your fault all my clothes are soaked in your little girly drink? Because you'd be right."

Jada started looking really upset. I was pretty sure she was about to cry, I'd seen that look before.

Then Brandy surprised me a little. "Aw, Jada," she began standing up and setting her drink down on the nightstand. "Come here." She drew my blonde girlfriend over to the bed and sat her down next to her. She wrapped an arm around her as Jada began to sob a little.

"It's okay, sweetie," Brandy said stroking Jada's brownish blonde hair. "I'm sure you're a good girlfriend most of the time, right? I hear you talk about making him dinner and getting his beers for him. I'm sure most of the time you do good, right?"

I could hear a sobbing yes coming from my girlfriend's mouth. I looked over and saw Brandy still looking at me as I stood there outside the bathroom, drink in hand. She wasn't hiding it now; she was staring directly at my crotch. Since Jada was still sobbing into Brandy's shoulder, I got a little bolder. I reached down and ran my fingers down either side of my swelling cock making the outline more visible. I saw Brandy's eyes widen a little and then she looked up at me and licked her lips.

"Yeah," she continued. "I'm sure you do other things well too, don't you?" Jada just nodded against Brandy's shoulder as she continued. "I've heard you talk about all the nasty little things you do for him."

I stood there sipping at my drink, wondering how far she would go with this. 

"Didn't you tell me how you give him the best blowjobs, ever?" Jada seemed to tense a little, but she nodded and I thought I could hear her stop sobbing for a moment. "About how you take that huge cock of his down your little throat."

That was it. Jada had a normal gag reflex, and she defiantly could not deep-throat. How was she going to react to this? I decided to push the envelope and see where this would go.

"Throat?" I said incredulously. "She's never taken my whole cock down. Not even once."

Brandy flashed a quick smile before pulling Jada off her shoulder. "You haven't? But you always told me how you could do it, too. Were you lying to me?" She was pulling it off well. 

Jada started to stammer an apology, but Brandy wasn't having it. "I thought we were friends, Jada. You lied to me."

"I just...I...I wanted you to like me and you said you could do that...I wanted to have something in common."

Brandy looked at her like she was crazy. "So you thought we could have cock-sucking skills in common? Not favorite music or movies? God, you are a little slut aren't you?"

Jada sat there shocked at the words coming out of her 18-year old friend's mouth. She couldn't believe that she was being berated so much by this little girl. "Brandy, I..."

"That's what you want to have in common with a friend, Jada?" I asked stepping in to help out the little pixie. "I can't believe you would lie like that."

Brandy stood up from the bed as Jada tried to stammer out some sort of explanation, but we weren't going to give her the chance. Brandy looked down at her shirt and pulled it away to see the tears and mascara marking her shoulder. "And look, you can't help but mess up people's clothes tonight, can you?"

"I'm sorry, I'll clean it," Jada pleaded.

"Damn right you will," Brandy said and then, as I expected, she reached down and pulled off her shirt, handing it to Jada. "Go get it in the wash with Jason's clothes."

Jada rushed off quickly not even stopping to realize what was going on.

I stood there admiring the taut flat stomach and b-cup tits enclosed in a lacy black bra. 

"Like what you see?" she asked smiling now.

I reached down and used my fingers to tighten the cloth around my cock again. "Looks nice from what I can see."

"I was thinking the same thing," she replied. "So how you want to do this?"

"Just follow my lead."

Jada rushed back in the room and stood there in the doorway as she realized the sexual tension in the room. She rushed over to her closet. "I have a shirt you can borrow..."

"I'm fine," Brandy responded. She sat down on the bed and kicked off her sandals before pulling her legs up on to the bed. 

Jada then turned to me. I could tell she was wondering if she was going to lose her boyfriend tonight. She wasn't, but I was sure going to have one hell of a time.

I didn't want to give her another opportunity to try to gain some control of the situation. "So what else have you been telling your friends, Jada?"

Jada stood there, eyes downcast. She held her hands together and murmured out "Nothing...I just talk...you know...girl talk stuff."

"Well obviously you're not going to admit your lies," I said quickly. "Maybe Brandy can fill me in." I turned to the scantily clad teenager. "What else has she told you?"

Brandy smiled slightly. "Well she does like to talk. She's always up at the hostess stand trying to talk to me about things. Let me think." She brought her hand up and began tapping her finger on her lips and looking off. "Well she does talk about how you said she is the best lay you've ever had."

I scoffed. "The best? She might slip into the top five with all the coaching I've given her."

Jada's eyes stayed down and her head dropped a little too. I could tell she wanted to cry again, but she was trying to hold it back.

Brandy laughed a little at my statement. "My god Jada, is anything you told me true?"

Jada didn't respond.

Brandy sat there for a moment and then piped in "Do you really take it up the ass for him?"

I smiled. "Oh she will take it in her ass, all right." I reached over and grabbed her by the chin and lifted her face up to look me in the eyes. "You take my cock up your ass when I tell you to, don't you?"

Jada let out a soft "yes."

Brandy sat up a little "What was that? I couldn't hear the slut."

Jada spoke a little louder "Yes."

"Yes, what?" Brandy replied.

"Look at your friend and tell her what you do."

Jada turned a little and said "I take it up the ass."

"Take what?" I encouraged.

"I take his cock in my ass," she said, suddenly seeming a little ashamed.

Brandy cooed. "Oh, I bet that must be nice; to feel that nice cock up your little asshole." Brandy had her hand on her chest now and she was tracing the top swell of her breasts with her finger. "So you do tell the truth sometimes. Now you may not be able to deep throat, but do you really suck him off as often as you say? In the car and at the movies and all of that?"

She nodded.

"Oh that's hot," Brandy said as she continued to trace her tits. Her other hand was playing lazily along the top of her shorts running along the bottom of her stomach. "Does she do it whenever you want, Jason?"

I laughed. "Pretty much," I replied. "Basically I get my cock sucked whenever I want."

"Nice," Brandy replied as she continued to lightly rub herself. "Hey, I have an idea. Why don't you get her to do it now?"

Jada froze. She looked up at me, eyes wide and clear terror on her face.

I smiled at Brandy. "That sounds like a good idea to me. It would help make up for the fact that she spilled her drink all over me."

Jada continued to look at me, pleading with her eyes.

"But first I think we should get a little show," I said. "Since Brandy and I have lost some of our clothes, I think Jada should lose hers."

"Oh yeah," Brandy said. "I want to see those tits."

"Well Jada, if the birthday girl wants to see your tits, I think you should show them to her."

Jada stood there for a moment, but quickly realized that we were not joking. She slowly pulled up her shirt and took it off. She stood there for a moment looking at me, clad in her pink bra.

"She asked to see your tits, Jada, not your bra."

Jada dropped her eyes to the floor. Then she reached behind herself and unclasped her bra before slipping it off revealing her nice little teardrop breasts capped with light pink areolas and nipples.

"Oh those are cute," Brandy said as she slipped one hand under her bra to rub her own breast. "Are they nice and firm?"

I reached over and cupped one of her tits and rubbed it a little. "Not super-firm, but they're nice." I rubbed it a little more and then pinched her nipple a little harder than I normally would. "Come have a feel for yourself."

I felt Jada tense a little bit.

Brandy looked up at me. "Are you sure? She doesn't seem too comfortable with the idea."

"She would love for you to come feel her tits, Brandy. Besides, it is your birthday." I reached up and grabbed her chin again, pulling her face around to meet mine. "Tell Brandy she can come feel your tits."

I released her chin and she turned to Brandy. "You can come feel my tits if you want."

Brandy sighed. "That didn't sound like she really wants me to feel her up, Jason. I'm not sure if I want to now."

"Did you hear that, Jada? Now you're ruining your friend's birthday even more than when you messed up her shirt with all your crying. Now I think you should ask her...no, you should beg her to come over and feel your breasts."

Jada looked at me for a moment and then more quickly than I expected she turned back to Brandy. "Please come over and feel my tits, Brandy. I really want you to."

Brandy slid off the bed and walked over to Jada. "Of course you do, you little closet lezzy. I see the way you look at me all the time." Brandy got over to us and reached up a little to grab one of Jada's breasts. She rubbed it around, squeezing it and pinching the nipple. "Oh yeah, Jada. These are nice tits. Not quite as nice as mine, but nice anyway."

Jada sighed a little bit as her young friend continued to rub her tits. 

"Are you getting turned on, Jada?" I asked while Brandy continued her ministrations.

"Yes," she responded as she closed her eyes slightly.

"Do you want to feel mine?" Brandy asked as she pinched Jada's nipples again.

Jada gasped a little and then gave a soft "yes."

"Louder," I said. "And be specific."

"Yes," Jada said, more audible this time. "I want to feel your tits."

Brandy dropped her hands from Jada's chest. "Take off my bra."

Jada reached behind the young girl and unclasped her bra before sliding it off her shoulders. She then reached down and began to rub Brandy's cute little breasts. They had tiny little areolas and nipples that stood out proudly from breasts that didn't sag one bit once released from the bra.

"Oh that feels good, Jada. Now suck them."

Jada leaned down without hesitation and took one of the little nipples in her mouth and began to suck gently on it. Brandy cooed and grabbed a handful of Jada's hair as she nursed on her chest. "Oh yeah you little dyke bitch, suck those nipples." She shifted Jada's face over and placed her mouth over the other nipple letting her suck on it for a little while.

If the sight of Brandy's sexy little tits got my cock hard, my girlfriend sucking on them made it almost leap out of my boxers.

Brandy looked over and saw my cock straining at my boxer shorts. She stared at it for a little while, breathing heavily as Jada continued to suck on her nipples. Then she pulled Jada off her chest and looked her in the eyes. "That was nice, but I think you need to prove you still like cock after that little display. What do you think Jason? Can I get my original request?"

"I think we can arrange that, Brandy." I turned to Jada. "Get down on your knees, Jada."

Jada quickly dropped to her knees in front of me. I began to think she was getting off on this. She reached over for my dick, but Brandy stopped her. 

"Wait," she said quickly slapping Jada's hands out of the way. "It's my birthday. I want to unwrap it." With that, she slid next to me and rubbed her hand across my chest. "If that's okay with you."

"Of course, birthday girl," I replied. On impulse I leaned down and kissed her deeply. She returned my kiss and ran her hands over my chest and stomach as my girlfriend looked on from her knees. We broke the kiss and Brandy looked down at my crotch. 

"I think we need to let him out." She reached down and grabbed the waistband of my boxers and lowered them stretching them out to accommodate for my swollen manhood. As soon as she lowered it enough my cock sprang out. She let my boxers fall to the ground and reached over to grab hold of my cock. "Oh Jada, you were telling the truth again. This is a nice cock." She stroked it a few times then held it straight towards my girlfriend's face. "Tell her to suck it, Jason. I want to see her pretty lips stretched around this big dick."

I looked down at Jada who was sitting back on her heels looking up at us. "Suck my cock, Jada."

Jada quickly leaned in and opened her mouth taking the head of my cock in her mouth while Brandy continued to hold it for her. She slid her mouth up and down my cock, taking about half of it into her mouth. Brandy removed her hand and shifted around a little to watch. Jada reached up and grabbed the bottom of my cock and began to stroke it as she sucked the top.

Brandy tsked. "Are you just going to stroke the rest of it without getting it wet? If you can't take the whole thing you should at least lick the bottom half to get it wet."

Jada stopped and shifted my cock so she could lick the bottom half and get it wet. She then resumed her earlier ministrations stroking and sucking. I sighed enjoying her actions and looked down to Brandy who stood there staring at my cock as Jada sucked it. She was rubbing her tits and her mouth was slightly open.

"You have two hands, Jada," she interjected. She reached down and grabbed Jada's other hand and placed it on my balls. "Use them."

I let out a little moan as Jada began to rub my balls while she continued to stroke and suck me.

"Oh yeah, that's hot," Brandy said. Then she looked up at me. "Does that feel good?"

"Yeah," I said as I looked down at her. I reached over and grabbed her again. She stood up on her toes to kiss me again. I reached down and grabbed one of her tits, rubbing my palm over one of her hard little nipples. We kissed for a little while with me rubbing her breasts and Jada continuing on my cock. Then Brandy pulled away and looked back down at Jada.

"I want a better view," she said, dropping to her knees beside Jada. "Oh yeah, that's so fucking sexy." 

I stood there trying to stay standing with the wonderful feelings that were coursing up from my dick and balls. She may not be the best, but I had coached her a little on what I like.

Then Brandy did what I was hoping she would. "I think I need to show you how this is done, Jada. Give me that cock."

Jada pulled off my dick and moved aside so that Brandy could get in her spot. Brandy reached up and stroked my dick lightly while looking over at Jada. "I think you need to get naked, slut. Take your shorts off." Jada stood up and quickly slipped out of her shorts and panties without question. "Good, now go sit over on the edge of the bed there and spread your legs."

I watched as Jada walked around Brandy and sat on the edge of the bed, doing as she was told. Brandy continued stroking me lightly as she looked over at my girlfriend. "What a cute pussy, Jada. Not as cute as mine, but you'll realize that soon. Now feel free to play with your pussy while I show you how a real blowjob goes."

Brandy brought my attention back as she leaned forward and began to lick my cock all over. She bathed all sides in her saliva. Then, while she was spreading the spit all over my cock she leaned down and began to lick my balls. "Oh yeah," I moaned as this young girl lovingly licked all over my testicles. "God, you're already better than Jada, Brandy."

She smiled as she pulled away for a moment. "You haven't seen anything yet." Then she leaned forward taking my cock into her mouth. I felt my knees tremble a little as I felt her tongue doing some amazing things all over the head of my dick. Then she did the one thing I have only felt once before. She slid her mouth down and then further down until I felt my cock entering her throat. She slid all the way down until her nose was buried in the small trimmed patch of pubic hair above my dick.

I heard a gasp and looked over to see Jada with her fingers rubbing her clit while she watched her friend throat my dick. Then my attention was drawn back to Brandy as I groaned with pleasure. She was rubbing her tongue all along the underside of my dick and sliding a little back and forth, keeping most of my dick in her mouth the entire time. I could barely stand it. 

I let her continue her furious assault on my cock for a few more minutes before I pulled her off my dick and to her feet. I reached down and grabbed her face and kissed her deeply. She pushed back and kissed me furiously running her hands all over my body as I did to hers. 

After we broke the kiss, I stared down at the sexy little minx. "That was the best blowjob I've ever felt, but I don't want to come yet."

"Okay," Brandy said with a grin. "I loved sucking on your big cock though; you better let me do it again." We heard a moan and looked over to Jada who was busy furiously fingering her pussy. "It looks like your girl enjoyed watching."

"I think she's done enough watching, don't you think?"

"Yeah, she needs to get back to work for a minute. I need to feel that cock of yours inside me, but I still have my shorts on. I think she needs to come take them off for me."

Jada stopped her fingering and moved over a little to reach for Brandy's shorts. 

"Your fingers look a little slippery from your pussy, Jada. Why don't you suck them clean."

Jada shoved her fingers in her mouth and sucked her own juices off before reaching for the button on Brandy's jeans. She quickly undid them and slid the shorts off Brandy's tight round ass. She wasn't wearing any underwear and I got a nice view of her perfectly rounded ass as Jada's hands ran over the globes pulling the shorts down.

"You copping a feel on my ass, Jada? Well don't be shy. Rub my ass a little. I like that." Jada reached around and rubbed on Brandy's ass for a moment while Brandy continued to talk. "You feel how firm that is? I bet you wish your ass was that nice, huh? I liked sucking your boyfriend's cock. Did you like watching?"




Teaching Her a Lesson



"Yes."

"Of course you did. I saw you fingering yourself while I sucked your boyfriend's cock like it needs to be sucked. It made me so wet sucking on that big cock." She looked down at Jada while she was talking. "Are you staring at my pussy, Jada? Do you like what you see?"

"Yes."

"What do you like about it?"

"I think it's sexy."

"What's sexy, Jada?"

"I think your pussy is sexy," she replied.

"I bet you want to touch it, don't you, you fucking lezzy? You want to touch my little pussy like a good little dyke, don't you?"

Jada swallowed. "Yes, I want to touch your little pussy."

"Ask for it."

In the mean time I had shifted around to watch. Jada was staring straight at the cutest little shaved pussy I had seen in a long time. The lips were so tight and neat and her mound rose just a little right above it. 

Jada looked up to Brandy's face and her eyes gleamed. "Can I please touch your pussy, Brandy?"

"Yes, Jada, you may touch my sexy little pussy." Jada reached up timidly and began to rub Brandy's pussy. "Yes, that's it my little lezzy; rub that pussy. Oh yeah, that feels nice. Reach inside me and feel how wet I am from sucking your boyfriend's cock." 

Jada ran a finger in between the swollen lips of Brandy's pussy and slid it back and forth a few times before sliding it up inside of her. Brandy gasped a little. "Oh yeah, you little slut, finger my pussy." Jada began rubbing her finger in and out of her friend's pussy. "Feel how tight that is? It's going to be taking your boyfriend's big cock in there soon, Jada. Oh yeah, right there. That's good." She looked over at me and smiled. "She's getting me nice and ready for your big cock, Jason."

"That's a good girl, Jada," I said as I stood by the bed watching my girlfriend finger this lovely eighteen year old. "You like fingering her?"

"Yeah," Jada responded. "She's so sexy and tight. I really like her pussy."

I almost laughed. Jada had gone from unwilling participant to willing cuckolded slut in a matter of ten to fifteen minutes. This was going to get interesting.

"You want to taste it, Jada?" I asked

Jada froze for a moment. I knew for a fact that she had never gone beyond some light making out with other girls, so I wanted to see how much farther she was willing to go now that she had a finger buried in another girl's twat.

"Oh yeah," Brandy said. "You could lick my pussy for me and get me nice and ready for Jason's cock. I think I really want that." She reached down and pulled Jada's hand from her pussy as she shifted over and sat down beside her on the edge of the bed. "I think I like seeing you on your knees, bitch. Come down here and eat my pussy."

Jada surprised me a little and got down on her knees in between Brandy's legs. Brandy spread her legs wide and grabbed the back of Jada's head. "Come here little lezzy and lick this pussy."

She leaned in and stuck out her tongue to lick her friend's pussy. I stood by and watched as my girlfriend ate cunt for the first time.

"Oh yeah bitch, eat me. Oh yeah, I like that." She looked up at me with Jada's face between her legs and moaned. "Oh Jason, your girlfriend sure can eat pussy. Oh fuck yeah, just like that."

Jada was busily munching down on Brandy's pussy. I watched as she licked and sucked away at that tight little snatch. Brandy suddenly pulled her face away from her crotch for a moment. "You like my pussy, Jada?"

Jada caught her breath for a moment and then spoke up more confidently than she had all night. "I love your pussy, Brandy. It's so sweet and sexy. Can I please keep licking it?"

Brandy laughed. "Of course you can, my little slut. But first I want to hear why you're getting me so soaking wet and ready."

Jada responded quickly, her head cocked back a little by Brandy holding her hair tightly, "I'm getting you ready so that Jason can fuck your tight little pussy."

"That's right, now you can go back to eating my pussy." She shoved Jada's face back between her legs. "Oh yeah, just a few more minutes then I need Jason's cock inside me. Oh, yeah slut, eat that pussy." Brandy looked over at me. "Jason, I think...oh yeah...I need your cock in my mouth...oh shit...so I can get it wet for my pussy...ahh."

I got up on the bed as Brandy laid back. "Will you straddle me?"

I put my knees on either side of her chest and positioned my cock at her mouth. I reached across the bed and grabbed a couple pillows to prop her head up. Then I reached down and aimed my cock again. She looked up at me. "Oh shit...fuck my face, please."

I shoved my dick in her mouth and began to slide it across her tongue and down to the back of her throat. She couldn't take all of it in this position, but I still shoved my cock in and out of her mouth as she moaned around my shaft. 

We kept this up for a few minutes until she made a few noises that made me realize she was having trouble breathing. I pulled my cock out and she gasped. "Oh fuck Jada...oh shit...Jason I need you inside me, please."

I shifted off of her and she sat up pushing Jada away from her pussy. She pulled her up from the floor and kissed her. "That was a good little slut, but I'm going to fuck your boyfriend now. I want you to watch and play with yourself. If you do good, I might let you get fucked too." She kissed her again. "Hmm, my pussy does taste good, doesn't it?"

Jada, almost out of breath at this point, simply nodded.

I was done letting Brandy run the show I was ready to fuck this girl and I didn't want to wait anymore. I grabbed Brandy and threw her down on the bed, planting kisses all over her neck and ears before kissing her mouth. I could taste her pussy on her lips. She was right, it did taste good. I might have to eat that myself at some point but right then, I needed to fuck her.

"Oh Jason, yeah. I'm so ready for you."

I reached down and slid a couple fingers into her sopping pussy. It was so incredibly tight. I looked over and saw Jada sitting beside us with her fingers in her pussy. "Sit over there," I said motioning to the chair in the corner of her room. "We're going to need the bed."

I then went back to Brandy kissing her more and fingering her madly. Before I shifted between her legs and reaching down to grab my cock. I slid the tip along her slit getting it nice and slick before I positioned myself at her entrance. 

I looked down at her as I began to slide my cock inside her. She gasped and her eyes got really wide. I groaned as I felt this eighteen year old pussy gripping my shaft with its tight velvety walls. "Oh fuck, you're tight."

"My god, your cock feels so big. Oh, please go slow."

I slid it in further, gently stretching her little cunt as I got almost two thirds of it in before I began slowly sliding it in and out. Brandy was moaning and breathing quickly as I slid more and more in with every stroke. "Oh yeah," she said as I felt her pussy loosen up a little bit, but not too much. I could tell she was getting more used to it so I began to fuck her faster and harder, faster and harder until she was screaming out in ecstasy. 

"Oh fuck, yeah, oh shit, I'm going to cum."

I kept fucking her until I felt her nails clawing at my back and she was screaming out. "Stop, stop I can't take it anymore, please stop."

She was trembling and shaking as I slowed myself down and held my cock inside her soaking wet pussy. I let her catch her breath before I started slowly sawing in and out of her again. "Oh shit," she said. "That...was fucking fantastic...ohh yeah."

I leaned back down to kiss her as I continued to slowly fuck through her afterglow. I picked her up with my cock still inside her and shifted back in one maneuver so that she was on my lap and I was lifting her up and down and shoving my hips up as I brought her down with each stroke. She grabbed my shoulders and leaned back a little so that I could see those sexy tits that now shone with a slight sheen of sweat. She got into it working her hips with me as she rode my dick.

"God, I fucking...oh...love your cock."

"I love your pussy, you sexy little minx."

"Oh yeah, Jason, you're going to make me cum again. Oh fuck. Is my tight little pussy going to make you cum too?"

"Oh yeah," I replied as I could feel my impending orgasm approaching. I was surprised that I had held off this long. 

She pulled herself tight against me and began licking my neck and earlobe. Then she leaned into my ear and whispered, "I want you to cum inside me."

That did it, I began bucking my hips to meet her down stroke as she moaned away I felt my cock swell. "Oh shit," I said. "I'm going to cum."

"Oh fuck yeah, me too."

I unloaded my cum inside her and then I felt her pussy contract around my cock as she screamed out while I filled her pussy with my cum.

I nearly blacked out from the pleasure as I fell back with her on top of me. She lay there on top of me with my cock still inside of her. I felt it deflate a little bit and slowly slide out of her. She sighed as she felt my dick fall out of her. I lied there for a few minutes trying to catch my breath and enjoying the feeling of this young girl lying on top of me. I felt her plant a few kisses on my chest and push herself up a little bit. It was then that we noticed a buzzing sound. I looked over her shoulder towards the corner I had relegated for Jada to see her sitting on her chair, legs spread wide, with a vibrator going at her pussy. She must have pulled it out of her nightstand while Brandy and I were fucking. 

Brandy pulled herself off of me and sat up looking at Jada. "Who said you could use a toy?" she asked.

Jada suddenly stopped and pulled the vibrator away from her cunt and turned it off. "I'm sorry...you...said I should masturbate...and then I could have Jason fuck me."

"I never said anything about using a vibrator, you stupid slut." Brandy stood up and swiped the vibrator out of her hand. "I'll hold on to this while you go get me a glass of water. I'm thirsty."

Jada jumped up and looked around for something to cover herself with. I piped in quickly. "I need a glass of water, too."

Jada nodded and ran to her bathroom for her robe. "No one told you to get dressed," Brandy added. "Go naked and hurry. I'm not done with you yet."

Jada rushed from the room naked, leaving the door slightly open. I heard a gasp and saw Laura glance in the doorway before turning back into the bathroom.

Brandy sat back down on the bed and gave me a kiss. "That was the best birthday present I've ever gotten."

"It's not quite over, yet," I replied. "What do you want to do with her now?" 

She smiled. "She really takes that thing in her ass?" she said nodding towards my now soft cock.

"Yeah," I answered. "She does pretty much whatever I want. But I'm sure you've realized that by now."

"I think I'd like to see that."

Jada finally came back in the room holding two glasses of water. I took them and handed one to Brandy. Jada stood there above us. I didn't like that. "I don't like you looking down at us," I said. "Back on your knees, Jada."

Brandy finished gulping down her water and set the glass down on the nightstand. "Now I said if you were good you could get fucked, but you used a vibrator when I never said you could do that. Do you think you really deserve to get some dick, now?"

Jada sat back on her heels and thought for a moment. "I'm sorry for using the vibrator, but I was really horny and I really wanted to feel something inside of me."

"I bet you did," Brandy responded. "I'm not quite sure what to do with you yet. Why don't you help me clean up your boyfriend and I'll think about letting you get fucked."

Jada leaped at the opportunity and dove right on to my cock licking off mine and Brandy's cum. She meticulously licked all around while Brandy leaned over and kissed me before going down and doing some licking of her own. She pushed Jada off my cock and told her to lick my balls clean while she began reviving my cock with her incredible mouth.

I leaned back and enjoyed the feeling of two girls working on my cock and balls. My dick was rapidly coming back to attention and I was starting to look forward to fucking my girlfriend's asshole. I hadn't done it that often and I really enjoyed the tight feeling of her anal muscles rippling around my cock as she trembled.

Brandy pulled my now hard cock out of her mouth and stroked it while she watched Jada who was now licking behind my balls and to the sides. "Are you going to lick his ass? Why don't you go down there and do that?"

Jada did as she was told and went down to lick my asshole while Brandy continued to suck my cock. The feeling was really getting me going again, but I really wanted to fuck Jada's ass now. I gave a nod to Brandy when she looked up at me and she reached down and grabbed Jada's hair, pulling her up from my ass. 

"I think I will let you get fucked, Jada," she said. Jada's eyes lit up and she began to crawl up on the bed. "Where's your lube?"

Jada looked over at the nightstand. "It's right there, but I'm plenty wet right now, he won't need it."

Brandy laughed. "No slut, he's not going to fuck that pussy of yours. I want to see him fuck your ass."

Jada froze for a moment. "Okay," she said sounding a little disappointed.

Brandy slapped the bed. "Get up here on your hands and knees."

Jada did as she was told and Brandy opened the drawer and pulled out a small bottle of lube Jada kept there. She got on her knees beside Jada as I got behind her, stroking my cock. "I want to watch you put it in her ass." She squeezed out some of the lube on to Jada's ass and then began to push it into her asshole. I watched as Jada squirmed a little with Brandy fingering her ass with the lube. Afterwards she covered my cock with the lube and sat back a little.

Fully lubed, I placed my cock at her asshole and slowly started pressing it in. She squealed a little as I pushed past her sphincter and into her ass.

"That is so fucking hot," Brandy said as she watched me slide my dick deeper and deeper into Jada's ass. "Oh yeah, Jason. Fuck her ass."

I finally got all the way in and it was so hot and tight, I could barely stand it. I usually didn't last long in Jada's ass, but having cum once already, I had a feeling I was going to get to fuck her ass for a long time.

Brandy watched for several more strokes as Jada was starting to get into it. I felt her hand reach back and rub her pussy while I continued to saw in and out of her asshole. I had my hands on Jada's hips as I began to fuck her ass harder. 

Brandy then got around in front of Jada and spread her legs. "How about you get that tongue out and lick my pussy while your boyfriend fucks your slutty ass."

Jada dove down and began licking her friend's pussy while I fucked her ass harder and harder.

"Oh, you're making her scream into my pussy, Jason. Don't stop."

I kept fucking her for several more minutes until I felt my orgasm starting to build up. Brandy was talking dirty telling my girlfriend to keep up her pussy licking. I knew I wouldn't last too much longer. Not with my cock in Jada's ass while her tongue was buried in a hot naked young girl's pussy. 

"I'm going to cum soon, sexy. You think I should cum in her ass?"

Brandy squealed a little, holding my girlfriend's face to her snatch. "No pull out and cum on her face. I want to see that."

The idea pushed me even closer to the edge. "Well, it is your birthday."

A minute or so more of ass-fucking and I was ready. "Give me her face," I said quickly. "I'm going to cum on it."

I pulled my cock out of her ass and Brandy spun her around, holding her face out for me. I saw my girlfriend looking up at me, her face covered in Brandy's pussy juice. I felt it coming and I erupted all over her face. She barely got any warning to shut her eyes as she took my load across her nose, cheeks and forehead.

Brandy laughed. "I always wanted to see that in real life."

Jada sat there as I caught my breath. I looked at her and scoffed. "Go wipe your face off, you stupid cunt."

She stood and walked to the bathroom to wash her face. She walked a little funny after the ass-fucking she took. I leaned over and kissed Brandy. "Happy birthday, sexy little pixie."

She smiled. "Best birthday ever."

Jada came back into the room patting her face dry. I looked at Brandy and smiled. Then I reached over and grabbed a small pillow off the bed and tossed it on the floor. "There's not room in the bed for three. You can sleep on the floor tonight."

Jada stood there for a moment while Brandy and I slipped underneath the sheets. Brandy cuddled up next to me laying her head on my chest and closing her eyes. Then she looked up at Jada for a moment. "Oh and turn off the lights."

She turned off the lights and I heard her get down on the floor to sleep.