2 comments/ 17963 views/ 5 favorites The Pin Ch. 01 By: Stick_Man Think of this story as taking place in a parallel dimension where everything is the same as our world except for... The Pin. Heather Johnson and her mother were casually walking into the supermarket early Saturday morning. "Mom, we don't need to get a cake. I'm not a kid anymore." "I know, honey. You're eighteenth birthday is the most important day in a girl's life. You're officially a woman now. But everyone needs a cake for their birthday no matter how old they are. Let's stop by the bakery first. Since you're all grown up, you can help me pick one out." As they approached the bakery, Heather recognized the man looking over the pastry selection. Even though he wasn't wearing his normal attire of a T-shirt and sweats, it was definitely one of the gym coaches at her high school, Paul Richardson. Heather always wondered how a gym coach could be so out of shape. The way he was ogling the bear claws behind the glass gave her a clue. Paul noticed the motion of someone approaching and looked over. "Hey Coach Richardson," said Heather. "Why hello Heather," Paul replied. He turned to her mom. "Maureen, good to see you too." Heather's parents had known Paul for years, as he had coached their older son, Andrew, in basketball. "Hi Paul," replied Maureen. Since Paul noticed Heather looking at the cakes, Paul asked, "Shopping for someone's birthday?" "Yes, in fact today is Heather's 18th birthday today," said Maureen. "Wow! Congratulations Heather!" responded Paul. Paul's cock jumped at this news. In fact, it caught his attention enough for him to turn his whole body away from the pastry display. Now he was ogling Heather just as he was the bear claws before. And for good reason. Heather was very pretty, like her mom, and had a tight body only an 18 year old could have. He started at the floor and worked his way up: Skinny, tanned legs; perfectly shaped ass; flat stomach; and best of all she inherited her mother's C cup tits. They looked huge on Heather's small frame. He was tracing the lines of her bra under her shirt when he heard Maureen quickly say, "Well we have lots to buy. See ya." Paul woke up from his trance. He quickly realized he was lost in lustful thought and the silence must have been awkward. "Oh..uh..one moment Maureen. I see you are wearing your pin. Can I get a quick blowjob?" Maureen knew that was coming. Before Paul even finished his sentence, Maureen was handing Heather the rest of their grocery list. "Honey, you finish off this list while I finish off Coach, ok?" "Ok, Mom," replied Heather. Paul got one more glance at Heather's ass before she disappeared down Aisle 3. Maureen had already reached into her purse and pulled out a small knee pad. She knelt in front of Paul, unzipped his fly, and pulled out his mostly erect cock. She grasped the base with her right hand and quickly inserted it into her mouth. Paul got weak in the knees as he felt her warm lips close around his shaft. He looked down to get a view of Maureen sucking his dick but unfortunately could not see much because his stomach was so large. Instead Paul tilted his head back slightly and closed his eyes. He imagined it was Heather who was sucking him instead of Maureen, and he knew the possibility was now close. "Do you have any chocolate cakes with white icing?" Paul's fantasy was briefly interrupted. A petite older woman was trying to get the attention of the bakery worker while at the same time trying to not trip on Maureen's legs. She sneered at Maureen, not because her head was busily bobbing up and down on a man's cock in plain sight, but because she wished Maureen had moved away from the bakery's display window before going down on him. After a few blissful minutes of Maureen polishing his knob, Paul slowly cracked his eyes to see Heather returning with a full grocery cart. She smiled slightly, but only out of nervousness. She had hoped they would be finished by now but didn't want to turn around now that she had been sighted. It was her smile that sealed the deal. Paul lowered his right hand to Maureen's head as he felt the swelling in his balls build. A few seconds later he erupted in her mouth, sending four or five ropes of salty semen down Maureen's throat. He pulled his spent cock from her lips with a satisfied, "Ahhh." Paul zipped up as Maureen stood up. She had placed her knee pad into her purse and was rummaging around for her phone. Paul wasted no time in taking a step toward Maureen. He placed his left hand in the middle of her back to help keep her steady as he reached for her left breast with his right hand. Maureen didn't so much as flinch as Paul firmly grabbed her breast, lifted up and squeezed three times. He left go and did the same thing with the left. "Her tits feel great," Paul thought, "just like last time." There was little time for reflection. Maureen had her phone ready so Paul grabbed his from his pocket. He started the Pin app and held it close to Maureen's phone. The devices exchanged data and recorded the "transaction". A few quick ratings and Maureen's obligation was complete for the day. She removed the broach that was attached to her upper right part of her blouse and put it in her purse. Paul was still tapping on his phone in deep thought as Heather and her mom headed toward the checkout registers. "Do you need toothpaste, shampoo or anything?" Maureen asked her daughter. "I don't think so," Heather replied. "OK, I think the register on the end has the shortest line," Maureen said. Heather walked ahead of the cart to unload the groceries onto the conveyor. There were three registers on their right not being used. On the very last one, a young woman who looked about 25 was bent over the bagging area of the unused lane. Her skirt was pulled all the way up and her panties pulled to the side. Behind her was a man, pants and underwear around his ankles, fucking her hard. Such a scene was not out of place but today Heather took particular notice of the girl. Heather noticed a rather blank expression on the young woman's face, like she was thinking about what she was going to do later that day. She wasn't upset that a complete stranger, old enough to be her father, was banging her pussy as hard as he could...in the middle of a busy supermarket. But she wasn't overjoyed about it either. Heather realized that come Monday, that might be her. What does Monday bring? And what exactly are the Pins? To be continued... The Pin Ch. 02 "Heather! Hurry up. We need to get moving," said Maureen Johnson to her daughter. Heather was moving slow. Not because it was Monday. Not because of a letdown now that her big 18th birthday celebration was over. It was because, before she goes to school, she had to go with her mother to get her Pins. This was supposed to be a good day--an exciting day-- the day she officially becomes a woman. And it was, for the most part. It was just that she was nervous. Heather wasn't sure what to expect and her mom never really talked about it. Plus, she was one of the oldest amongst her friends so they could provide little insight either. She was in the dark. In the car, Maureen noticed her daughter's mood. "What's wrong honey?" "Nothing...I guess," Heather replied. "There's nothing to be nervous about. It's mostly paperwork. Think of it as getting your driver's license," Maureen stated. "There's a TEST!?" Heather yelled. Maureen laughed out loud. "No, honey. There is not a test." About that time, the two ended up at their destination. It was a large, rectangular, non-descript building. An imposing black gate surrounded the parking lot. At the entrance there was a large sign that read: The Pin Ch. 03 I hate saying that you should read Chapters 1 and 2 in order to understand this Chapter, as that should be quite obvious. But do it. * Heather Johnson checked in late to school. It was only 10 AM but she had already had quite a morning. She had just registered for and received her Pins, an achievement that could only be eclipsed perhaps by a girl's wedding day. On top of that, she sucked off the official who registered her -- just after he had face fucked her mom. She walked into class proudly wearing her turquoise Pin with her pink Pin tucked safely away in her purse. It wasn't until lunch that she had a chance to relay the events of the morning to her friends, Amy and Rebecca. Both Amy and Rebecca were dying to talk to Heather. The girls asked Heather so many questions so fast, she could barely keep up. "What was it like? Were you nervous? Did your mom stay with you are did you have to go in alone? Where is your pink Pin? What!? You blew the registration guy? Was he cute? Was he hot? What did he taste like? Ewwww." "Slow down!" yelled Heather. Heather of course wanted to tell her friends everything but she could barely get in a word. "You know what's next...you're gonna have to fuck some random old man. They can't resist fresh meat," Amy said as Rebecca joined in giggling. Heather did her best to ignore Amy's prediction as she conveyed every detail of the morning's events over lunch. But Heather couldn't ignore it. Amy was right; Heather would have to give up her pussy on demand to a stranger, probably sooner than later. And there was one detail no one else know: Heather was a virgin. As the day wore on, Heather got a worse and worse feeling in the pit of her stomach. She didn't want to be deflowered by a stranger. While she had given blowjobs to some of her classmates, she never felt close enough to anyone to go 'all the way'. She always thought she would eventually find someone special. She thought there would be time. But time had run out. The last class of the day was Heather's favorite: Spanish class. She loved the course and excelled in it. And the teacher was also her favorite. His name was Hugo Rodriguez but all the students simply called him Señor. Hugo, in his mid-forties, was short but well proportioned and attractive. He had a colorful personality and was popular amongst the students in and out of the classroom. Hugo brought out the best in his students, including Heather. She was usually attentive and interested in class but today was different. Heather sat back in her chair, seemingly in another world. Once class was over and most of the students had already poured out of the room, Hugo called out, "Heather, please see me before you leave." As the last student left the room, Heather approached Hugo's desk, "Sí, Senor?" "Heather, something seems to be troubling you. Is there anything you would like to talk about?" Hugo asked. "Not really. I'm sorry about class today. I'll do better tomorrow...I guess," Heather replied weakly. "I see you're wearing a Pin and I don't recall seeing it before. First day?" Hugo asked. "Yes," Heather replied. "I understand. That can be a scary time in a young woman's life. You'll get through it, though," Hugo reassured her. "Gracias, Señor. Ironically, you're the only one who seems to understand," Heather said as she trudged back to her desk to collect her things. "Ironically?" Hugo asked. "It's ironic that you understand even though you don't have to worry about a stranger violating you at any moment," Heather confided. Then a light bulb went off above Heather's head. She had wasted her time waiting for a special relationship with a boy her age. But she was with a very special person right now. She felt more comfortable with Senor Rodriguez than just about anyone, evidenced by her sharing so much. Heather turned around and slowly approached Hugo at his desk. Her whole countenance had changed. She was standing taller, walking confidently, and had a hint of a smile on her face. "Señor, I think there is something you could do to help me." "What's that, Heather?" "Well, I told you that I was nervous about losing my turquoise Pin for the first time. Maybe we could count you as taking it," Heather suggested. "Lying about Pin encounters is a serious crime. I assume they explained that to you," Hugo responded. "I'm not asking you to lie, Señor. I'm asking you to have sex with me." "Whoa! That wouldn't be appropriate -- I'm your teacher. Besides, that is not allowed at school." "You can't force me at school but it's okay if I agree. Please?" Heather leaned over Hugo's desk, allowing him a clear view at her ample cleavage. "I don't know, Heather," Hugo said as he let his eyes wander down his student's shirt. "Can you keep a secret?" Heather asked. "It depends on what it is, Heather" "The reason I'm so upset about it all is that I'm a virgin. I've always wanted my first to be special. And now I want it to be with you. Will you please fuck me?" Hugo had a high sex drive so he made good use of his wife and his Pin rights to stave off any unclean thoughts he had for his students. It was an uphill battle as the teen girls in his classes were in the prime of their lives. And this day he just had to give in. Heather was as good as it gets. If he didn't know her and saw her in public, he would do anything to stick his dick in her. And he knew she was right; he really would be doing her a favor. Hugo stood up from behind his desk. Heather's eyes immediately were drawn to the tent in his slacks formed by his full erection. "Drop your panties," Hugo commanded. "Sí, Señor!" Heather graciously exclaimed. Heather pulled down the 'skort' that was a part of her school uniform and her panties in one smooth motion. She stepped one foot out of them and bent over Hugo's desk. She remembered the woman she recently saw in the grocery store and did her best to emulate her posture. Hugo stepped behind Heather and got a good look at her teen ass while he unbuckled his belt. His heavy pants landed on the floor with a thud. He pulled out his thick cock through the hole in his boxers. Keeping his right hand holding his cock, Hugo placed his left palm on the small of Heather's back. He guided the head of his dick toward her virgin pussy lips and was pleasantly surprised to find them wetter than expected. With one firm lunge, he thrust his rigid member into her. Heather gasped quickly, not out of pain but surprise; she just experience her first penetration by a man's dick and it was wonderful. Hugo held still inside her. "Are you OK?" Heather replied, "Oh hell yes. Fuck me!" That was the last hurdle Hugo had. Confident he was not causing Heather pain, Hugo grabbed her hips. He pulled his dick out of Heather and jammed it back in. After a few strokes, Hugo accelerated to full speed. Both teacher and student were in bliss as they fucked like rabbits. Heather's tight, virgin pussy didn't take long to coax the cum from Hugo's balls. He leaned over and put his full weight on top Heather just before his whole body spasmed. His hips continued to buck wildly as he injected Heather with his semen. Heather felt the warm sperm coat her vagina. Her mind was spinning. She had done it. She had lost her cherry. And she must have done ok judging by the animal sounds Hugo was making as he shot his jism inside her. Hugo paused a few seconds, still mostly on top of a bent over Heather, as he recovered from his orgasm. He stood up and slid is cock, shiny from her natural lubrication, from Heather's freshly fucked pussy. There was an awkward silence as they both slid back into their pants. "I don't think it will necessary for me to feel you up. I think you've given me enough," Hugo said. "Are you kidding? I want to show you how much I appreciate what you've done for me," Heather countered. Heather reached down and grasped her shirt tail and quickly raised it up. She paused briefly to reach her fingers underneath the underwire of her bra and continued lifting up to her neck. Her large tits burst forth, no longer confined by the tightness of her bra. Hugo's wide eyes locked onto Heather's silver dollar sized nipples. "You can do more than feel them, Señor," Heather said with a grin. Once again, Hugo could not resist Heather's near perfect body. Like most men, Hugo got to feel a different set of breasts nearly everyday. But that was almost always over clothing. His wife's small tits were no comparison to Heather's jugs. And with a green light to do as he pleased, Hugo's mouth began to water. Hugo approached Heather and lifted her left breast to his waiting mouth. He devoured as much of her tit flesh as he could fit into his mouth. He sucked loudly and with a POP, he detached from her tit and repeated the procedure with the right. He moved to the center, placing kisses as often as he could. Heather smashed her tits together to encompass his face in her cleavage. Hugo lifted his face up so that he was eye to eye with Heather. "Oh Heather. That was magnífico! Gracias!" Heather sweetly kissed Hugo on the cheek and responded, "Thank you, Señor. Thank you."