5 comments/ 93040 views/ 11 favorites Field Trip By: HungryGuy Foreword: This is one of my first erotic stories. Alas, as much as I wish it had, this never happened. This is a work of fiction. None of the people in this story are real. None of these events ever happened. This story is nothing more than words that came from my imagination. Any similarity to any real people, places, or events is purely coincidental. ### A lot of times, you read about how long after a guy meets a girl before he has sex with her. Well, I think I take the world's record because I had sex with my girlfriend before I even met her! Let me explain... It was back in high school. We were going on a senior trip from Edison, New Jersey to Washington DC -- about a five hour trip. I was the first on the bus so I thought I'd catch some Z's on the way down. I went all the way to the back of the bus and stretched out on the back seat that stretched the whole width of the bus. I grabbed the prize seat and stretched out. Other kids started filling up the rest of the bus. A few moments later, these three girls came up to the back seat too. I've seen them around school, but I didn't know any of them. I don't remember EXACTLY how it went, but it was something like this. They looked down at me and one of them said, "We want to sit back here too." I answered, "Dibs!" "You get up, or we'll sit on you!" "I dare you!" They did! One sat on my chest, one sat on my lap, and the other sat on my knees. I suppose you want to know what these girls looked like and how they were dressed and everything. Well, these were pretty normal high school girls, all in all, pretty decent looking. I don't remember how exactly what each girl was wearing, but tight jeans, tank tops, and halter tops were fairly common that year. They started talking and giggling. I was about to ask them if there were going to sit on me the whole way, but then another girl came back to sit with them. She was a black girl wearing a short denim skirt and a black halter top with a bare midriff. She was decent looking too; tall and with her hair all in braids. She sat on my legs too, after the one girl moved closer to my feet. A moment later, two more girls came to join them. I knew one as Donna from one of my classes, but I didn't know the other. The two girls on my chest slid up together so that one girl's thigh was pressed against my chin and the other sat on my stomach while the others slid down my legs. Donna then sat on my lap. The other girl tried to squeeze in and one of the girls sitting said something like, "No more room." She answered, "There's room if Diane and Carol move down a little more." The girl sitting on my chest, I guess she must have been Diane, looked down at me for a second, and I licked my lips with my tongue. She gave me back an evil grin and she then slid her butt up over my head. I quickly turned my head sideways before she pressed her butt down on me. The others slid up on my chest where she was just sitting and then the last girl sat on my stomach. I immediately got a hard-on, and I could feel it poking whoever was sitting on me there! The sensation was incredible. I was pinned down under the weight of six girls sitting on me packed in along the whole length of my body. Now, I couldn't hear what was going on. My one war was pressed into the seat, my other ear was being sat on by about 100 lbs. worth of -- I think -- Diane, and all I could see facing forward was the back of her jean clad legs. I could feel their bodies vibrate whenever they talked or giggled, but it was hard to make out what they were saying. After several minutes, It was starting to become uncomfortable. I couldn't move, and it took all my strength to breathe in against the weight on my chest. I figured they were all going to get up and let me out after a few minutes of sitting on me. I didn't want to be the one to wimp out, so I didn't say anything. But after several minutes when the bus started to move, I realized they weren't going to get off me! The sensations were intense. I'm sure most of you know what it feels like to sit in the back seat of a school bus - the kind where the back few seats hang back over the rear wheel. Every time we went over a bump or something, the girls bounced hard onto me. It was thrilling, but it was also agonizing. It was, like, a major effort to breathe, my stomach was starting to hurt, and I was having cramps from the constant hard-on. And then I started to smell Diane's "feminine" odor. This only made my hard-on even bigger! I knew the girl sitting on it could feel it too because I heard her giggle every time she squirmed around on it. A couple of times, I almost came in my pants. The trip lasted several hours and I was pinned under them the whole way! It was really outrageous, but I was also really beat when we finally got there. The side of my head was sore from being sat on. I was totally exhausted from struggling to breathe. My stomach was in cramps. My dick hurt from the constant hard-on. And my neck hurt from being twisted to the side the whole time. My hair was a mess too - all sweaty and matted, and I could swear I could sometimes smell Diane's pussy odor in my hair from time to time during the day. In Washington, we all saw a bunch of boring museums and stuff. They treated us to lunch at this Steak and Ale place. We saw more boring museums. And then it was time to head back. Again, I was one of the first to get back on the bus. I didn't expect to enjoy the ride back as much as I enjoyed the ride down, but when I started walking down the aisle, three of the girls were already sitting in the back seat and they waved me back to them. They said, "we saved your seat for you," as they gave me this sexy look. I wasn't too keen on doing it again on the way back, but I couldn't be a nerd and say "no thank you," so I said, "sure." They stood as I sat down on the seat and I lay down as I had before. They sat back down on my stomach and lap. A moment later, two more returned -- Diane and the black girl. So anyway, the first three slid down my legs and the three other two girls slid in. The black girl slid in first and I could see up her short denim skirt to her bright orange panty as she sat on my chest. She squeezed her thigh against my chin as Diane sat on my stomach. At first, it seemed there would be only five girls on me on the trip home this time, but after a few minutes, Donna returned too. As she squeezed in onto my stomach, the group on my chest slid upward. This time, the black girl slid onto my head. She didn't even look down at me first or anything, she just did it. When she sat on me, she draped the back of her skirt against the back of my head, so that only her panty separated her flesh from mine. I smelled her "feminine" odor right away. It was much stronger than Diane's and it was a major turn-on. Again, I got a real big hard-on in my pants right away. Anyway, the bus continued to fill, and eventually we were on the road again. We must have gone for about an hour when I felt the girl on my lap lift herself up slightly and unbuckle my pants. She started to work my pants down my hips and then she pulled my dick out of my Hanes and sat on it. She squirmed around until she had me inside her! Oh man! She didn't have to do much to set me off. The bouncing of the bus was enough and I came almost right away! I can't believe I even stayed hard after I came! And I came again a little later! That time, I felt myself get soft, but I still stayed inside her. I couldn't believe what happened next! The black girl sitting on my head then lifted herself up and pulled her panty down her legs and showed me her pussy! She reached between her legs and pushed my chin so that I was facing straight up and she sat back down with her cunt over my mouth. It was funny how the bright pink of her pussy contrasted with her coal black skin that was completely covered with thick black hair. I worked her pussy as best I could. It wasn't easy since she was actually sitting on me with all her weight, and the bouncing of the bus didn't help either. I licked and licked, and she squirmed a bit in response. I then started fucking her pussy with my tongue, going in and out and in and out, and this must have really turned her on, as she suddenly started quivering and getting real wet. I mean her pussy juice was actually dribbling into my mouth! Of course, my hard-on came back again and I came again. I was tongue fucking black pussy and coming again and again into someone else. You know, I didn't even know which one it was! Oh man, it was incredible! Still, the black girl still wasn't finished satisfying herself. She slid forward so that her asshole was over my mouth. I guess she wanted me to rim her, so that's what I did. I never rimmed a girl with my tongue before, I always thought it was kind of gross. But it tasted like dry leather and there was no shitty taste that I expected, so I kept rimming her for a while. I was afraid that she might accidentally poop into my mouth, but she just kept squirming around. I could tell she was really getting off on that too, so I then started tongue fucking her asshole. She really exploded that time, quivering and shaking like mad. Oh man! The girl on my dick must have thought I was some kind of superman because my hard on came back and I exploded into her a third time! I must have finally satisfied the black girl because she then pulled her panties back up and rolled my head forward with her ass. However, the other girl kept my dick insider her for most of the rest of the way. I had no track of time, and after losing count of the times I came into the girl on my lap, she took me out of her and pulled my pants back up. Shortly after that, the bus stopped and everybody started getting off because we got back to school. So again, they all got off me -- except the girl whose pussy was full of my cum. With her still on my lap, I sat up and saw that everybody had got off the bus, including the driver. I said, "Hi." She said, "Hi." I said, "My name's Jesse." She said, "My name's Kim." We didn't say anything else. We lied down on that seat together and Kim and I did it again, just the two of us. Afterward, her friends must have guessed why she didn't get off the bus so they didn't wait for her and I drove her home. We have been going together ever since, and we plan to get married after we get out of college. - END - Field Trip she hears His steps walking up behind her as she kneels in the center of the room... hears Master's small chuckle as He leans in close... a whimper escapes her as His hand tangles in long tresses, pulling her head back, her mouth assaulted by His kiss, feeling her body's yearnings reaching up from within her belly... His hand caressing along her neck as it is arched back, feeling the cold kiss of metal as it sends a shiver down her spine, just before the click is heard... a leash attached to her... the length of leather coiled within Master's hand, as He jerks her to her feet... she can sense the knowing smirk upon His lips, as He reads the reaction to His touch within His pet... 'Come along, my lil slut... let's see how well You behave in public' He says in a low growl, she finds herself quickly standing just behind His left side, ready and eager to please Him however He may wish... she steps into the heels He has set by the door, the first shoes she has worn since He brought her Home... the excitement racing through her at this new adventure...taut nipples straining against flimsy material... Master takes His pet to the car, allowing her to crawl into the front seat... she obediently pulls her short skirt even higher, allowing Him full view of His property, thighs spreading widely apart... she lays back the seat just a bit, at Master's command... a lustful look filling deep blue eyes, as auburn tresses pool about the headrest... His pet doesn't even notice the cars that pass, people that may be staring in the windows at her exposure... only caring that Master is still smiling that smile of His... His hand absently twists her left nipple as He drives, sending shafts of pleasure racing through her, before she cries out softly... the end of the leash cracking against her exposed belly...at the tops of her thighs... feeling the heat and wetness between creamy thighs... awoken from the pleasure-filled moments by the yank upon the chain, realizing the car has stopped... looking about with lowered eyes... she sees they are outside a restaurant... her cobalt orbs glinting mischievously... His pet walks behind Master into the restaurant, heedless of the stares that take in her half-naked form, the leash wrapped in the strong hand that controls her... ushered to the table, His pet takes her spot upon the floor at Master's feet... she lowers to kiss His feet devotedly, murmuring her thanks... hearing Master's soft growl as He sees her bared ass lifted high, she moans deeply as Master's hand connects with the tender flesh... rising, she lays her delicate cheek at Master's hip, allowing Him easy reach to the offerings of His slut... as He orders His dinner.. smiling as He asks the flustered waiter for an extra plate... remaining at His side, fingertips lightly massaging Master's calves as the meal is delivered, thanking Master profusely as He set a plate upon the floor, commanding His pet to eat... bending at small waist, His pet offers up her ass once more to Master's reach as inviting mouth parts to take in the first morsel, His hand massaging the heated flesh, just grazing along the completely shaved tender treasure, low moans escaping His beast... her soft pleas... begging Master to use her... to touch her... to take her, feeling her juices begin to drip down her thighs, as He brings His lil slut to such intense feelings, so easily... the low growl that drives His slut to such levels, is heard... as He commands His pet to the table... ordering her to show everyone what a little dirty whore she is...as He moves the dishes from the clean crisp white cloth... she rises from her knees, pulling the shirt from her... laying back upon the table... giving anyone that wishes a look at Master's whore... she begs Master to touch her...only to be told to bring herself pleasure... she places the stillettos to the edge of the table... spreading herself wide open... fingertips sliding between slick petals, as she feels the harden pearl of desire... hips rising and lowering, she begins the dance she was born to be part of... feral moans crying out to the silenced patrons, His little bitch knowing the look on Master's face if she could look to it... hearing... 'not enough' commanded from Him, just before the knotted ends of the leash begin to rain upon tender breasts... her blood an inferno as it races through her... her fingers driving deep into her as she feels Master hand her something... ordering her to fuck herself with the bottle... her other hand pinching and pulling upon her clit furiously... as the bottle drives deep into her... begging Master... whimpering and pleading as her body reaches a point of no return...'please, please Master... let Your dirty whore cum for You... please let her Master' hearing from Master... 'Yes, my bitch - so all these people just what a lil whore you are, cum for Me, now' feeling her body pitch and rock upon the table, her wantonness laid open and bare... her reaction intense as she cries out loudly, fingers pulling forth her lust.... finding herself trembling upon the table, as Master pulls the bottle from her cunt... bringing it to her lips, allowing her to lick the sweet juices from its sides... she purrs happily, laid before Master... eyes hooded in the desire of His slut... Field Trip To all my readers: thank you for your feedback and votes on my other stories. All feedback is appreciated, as, of course are "5" votes. I've never had such an exciting time at a third-grade field trip. I was feeling sorry for myself having to chaperone, but now I'm glad I went. We were at the new Georgia Aquarium. Amazing place, of course, but not just for the reasons that made the news. I was going around with my group of five kids and another mom, looking at fish and other creatures, when I noticed this really cute young woman staring at me. Petite, like me, short curly hair, young and pretty, conservatively dressed. She was wearing a little badge over her breast, "Miss Smith", so I assumed she was a teacher, and I didn't think I knew her, so it was a little surprising. She got this sheepish look on her face the first time I caught her at it, but kept stealing glances at me whenever she could. Finally, she came up to me. "Are you Janet's friend from college?" Real friendly smile. I couldn't see how she knew about Janet and me, but there it was. I swallowed hard. "Ummm, yes. Do I know you?" "No, well, sort of, I was her babysitter that time you came to stay with her about 10 years ago. I'm Bonnie." I blushed all over, and was glad my loose-fitting top hid my hardening nipples. Did she know Janet and I had spent that entire visit making love? We scheduled that visit for the week her husband was out of town, and had told Bonnie we were going to the movies, but actually we had gone out to the beach and kissed in the moonlight. "Nice to meet you again, Bonnie. Where is your class? That's my daughter over there with her friends and my chaperone buddy." "Oh, they're on a scavenger hunt in little groups. We'll get back together during lunch." She took my hand and gave it a little squeeze. "I've always been sorry I didn't get to make friends with you that weekend." I tried to slow my breathing down and not stare back at her. "Maybe we can sit together at lunch?" "Um, OK," I mumbled. What I was thinking was, I've got to get away from her before I start to kiss her right here in front of the fish tank and all the little kids. Maybe thirty minutes later we're heading for the lunch area, and wouldn't you know it, my kids have decided to sit at Miss Smith's table, and I wound up sitting right beside her. We're chatting away with our respective third-graders and each other, and it was starting to be a little easier to breathe, when suddenly I felt her hand tracing a line on the inside of my thigh. Then, she knocked over her water glass and it started dripping onto my lap. "I'm so sorry, come on, let's get you dried up." She took me by the hand to the family restroom and locked the door behind us. Taking my face into her hands, she started kissing me gently, all the while staring into my eyes. "I watched you and Janet," she whispers between kisses. "Every night I stood outside her window with my hand in my panties, watching you two kiss and make love." "I thought so. I think I heard you a couple of times. I don't think Janet did." She laughed her sparkly laugh. "She didn't. She was surprised how much I wanted her when she finally seduced me after I graduated, before I went to college. She said if she had known I was there she would have invited me in. Janet said you two had been lovers in college." "Well, sort of, we spent a couple of lonely nights making out when we were between boyfriends. We were too shy to do much before that week I came to visit." "After I got my teaching certificate I came back to town, but she had moved away." Her hand moved down to my breast, took my hardening nipple in her fingers and squeezed. My breath stole away from me, and I got an electric jolt all the way to my toes. Stopping twice at my clit. "I'm staying with my class at the Marriott. It's almost five hours on the bus back to town, so we're going to leave after the Braves game tomorrow. Can you come meet me after they're asleep tonight?" I took her fingers to my mouth and kissed the tips gently, and caressed her face and her neck. "I think so. I'll just tell my husband I ran into an old friend at the aquarium and we're going to meet for drinks. He can put the girls to bed by himself." She gently nudged me toward the sink, lowered herself between my legs and raised my skirt. "You smell delicious." She nibbled through my panties and my clit exploded. "Oh my god, stop, we'll be in here all day." I tried to pull her head in closer. "Hee, hee, just a lick and a promise. I wanted to make sure you'd be with me tonight." As she was talking, she slipped my panties off and into her pocket. I pulled her up and kissed her deeply. Her nipple jumped under my fingers as I pinched it gently, and I could smell her arousal. "Wild horses won't keep me away." Field Trip Ch. 01 Her heart begins pounding and her hands have a slight quiver as she parks her car. She is more nervous today than she had been on their first encounter. She just couldn't believe how nervous she was. The last time went so well. What did she have to worry about? Then it struck her; last time there was a certain boundary. The time frame was fixed and she felt she had more control. This time they had all day. This time he was in control. "Meet me at 11. I have a surprise." She could see those words in her mind as clearly as when she read them in the email he sent. With a big breath in and out she releases the steering wheel, opens the door and gets out. Again, a deep breath before heading to the restaurant door. She has her composure and is certain she can exude that confidence when she walks in. The moment her hand touches the door she can feel the heat in her cheeks radiating down her neck. Yet she is calm and walks in with the same stride as with any other meeting. She turns on her "just one of the guys" mentality and goes through the door. "Oh shit, he's already here." She thinks to herself as she sees him sitting in the same chair she had been. Her body immediately responds to his presence. Images of when they first met flash through her mind. She can already feel his hands, his mouth, and the heat of his body close to hers. "You ok?" he asks with genuine concern. His words startle her; bringing her back to reality. "Oh yeah, fine, just been through some crazy traffic." She lies trying not to let on. "So, would you like something here, or are you ready to go?" "Go? Go where?" She questions. "To your surprise." He says with a wink. "Oh, well I guess we can go." She responds, somewhat shocked. She had assumed that whatever the surprise was she would find out here. A bit reluctant she follows him back out the door. This is so strange for her. She is going to go with a man she barely knows to an unknown destination. "This is crazy," She repeats in her mind. Yet she can't so no. Again the memories from before hit her like a wave and she is powerless to stop whatever is about to happen. She accompanies him to his car and gets in. All nervousness ceases making way for pure excitement. Every interaction with him whether via email or in life has been an exhilarating one. She can't wait to see what will come next. As they pull away she turns again and asks, "Where are we going?" "Like I said, it is a surprise. Trust me, you'll love it!" "I do love surprises. I also love games." She says as she leans over and puts her hand on his right leg. "How about we play a little game? I'll ask you questions about where we might be going. You don't have to answer with words. I'll just see if I can figure it out." She offers as she starts running her fingers along his thigh. "Ok." He agrees smiling. She opens up his pants and slides her hands inside of his boxer briefs. Once finding what she wants she brings it out to allow for full access. "Let's see, where might we be going?" She begins by slowly stroking him with her fingers randomly putting her hands deeper within his boxer briefs to gently massage. She brings herself closer to him, kisses him on the cheek, subtly lays her head on his shoulder and continues to stimulate him with her right hand. "Well it is a beautiful day," she starts. "We could be going to a park. We'll find a secluded area to put the car. We'll stay inside and just push your seat back. I'll straddle myself on top of your hard cock. Of course I'd take off my shirt so you could have easy access. Then I'd fuck your brains out. " Noting him becoming erect she bends over to kiss. She starts by kissing from base to tip and runs her tongue around the head. Then she places her hand around him stroking slowly to keep him aroused, but not too excited. Content she sits back up and places her head back on his shoulder. "Or maybe we're going to a train station. I have often fantasized about being on a train. The power and motion is a huge turn-on. Plus the idea of getting caught always makes for a thrill. Honestly, I've never even been on a train. Where would we do it? Find an abandoned box car? Or we could go romantic and get one of the bedroom suits. What a novel idea, sex on a bed." She gives him a gentle bump with her shoulder and kisses him on his neck just under his ear. "Oooh I know. You have the house to yourself for the next two days don't you?" She notes her inquiry gets a slight response as he lets out a slight chuckle and shakes his head. "Yeah, you could take me home with you and give me a personal, one on one culinary lesson. Of course finishing up with me as your desert, complete with dulce de leche. Mmmmm, I would be a very good pupil. This idea has promise. We could get each other all dirty then you could show me that shower that you told me so much about. I would find great pleasure in washing you." Her excitement is apparent as the rhythm in which she is stroking him has become faster and more intent. "Am I getting warm?" "Well, let me check." He answers; sliding her skirt up on one side and placing his hand within her panties. "Looks like." He starts to massage her clit slowly then slips a finger inside to feel the heat and wetness within. She leans back and closes her eyes. His every touch whether sensual or playful excites her. He brings his finger back out and continues to rub her hard clit, noticing her nipples also responding through her shirt. Although distracted by him she continues to stroke him following the rhythm he is using on her. At this point she is once again his toy for play. She doesn't care if the world can see him touching her through the windows, just as long as he doesn't stop. He continues to play with her, manipulating her clit with his fingers and occasionally penetrating her. He catches glances of her licking her lips and touching her own nipples. "Mmmmm," She moans, "I'm so close." Her body is hot all over, her cheeks flushed. "Yes, Yes!" she calls. She grabs his hand slowing his rhythm. He can feel the pulsing of her orgasm beneath his hands. "How can you just do that?" she asks. Once again amazed by the ease at which he can tantalize her. "My pleasure." He says. "By the way, we're there." She opens her eyes and sits up. "Wow!" She exclaims, genuinely surprised. Field Trip Ch. 02 To her amazement he did take her to his home. She was joking, not expecting him to take her seriously about such a bold move. He came over to her side to let her out. "Come with me, hope you're hungry." She held is hand walking closely behind. Her nervousness returned, making it difficult to focus. "Deep breaths, it'll be ok," she kept repeating to herself. Although she may put on a good show, deep down she still is that good girl she portrays. He walks her through the front door and immediately takes her to the kitchen. On the stove is a Wok and wooden spoon, the counter top has a cutting board and several knives, and two aprons are on the kitchen table. "Take you shirt and skirt off, don't want to get them dirty," he instructed as he handed her an apron. He then walks over to the refrigerator and starts pulling out several containers in a variety of shapes and sizes. "I seem to recall that you like Chinese food. Well today is your lucky day. I am going to teach you how to make Stir Fry." He smiles to her and raises his eyebrows, rather proud of himself. "Hey, I thought you didn't cook on Fridays?" She questions. "Let's just say today I made an exception." He winks and moves on with his task. After placing the spread of meat and vegetables on the counter top he too removes his clothing and puts on an apron. Attentively she listens to each lesson from the right mix of ingredients to the correct seasonings and oil to use and at which temperature. He works with her hands showing her techniques that seem impossible from a novice perspective. Utilizing her body as a puppet he stands behind her and guides her arms and hands. Being this close to her he becomes aroused by her essence, so much so that momentarily he forgets his role as teacher. "Are we still cooking?" She asks noticing the change in his breathing and the sense that suddenly he got even closer. "Yes, yes, we still need to actually cook it." He answers, letting her go and moving over to the stove. She watches him prepare the last few items entranced by his movements. She takes this moment to admire his physical presence. He has wavy red hair that calls to have her fingers run through and mess up, striking hazel eyes that can convince her of anything without him speaking a word, a seductive smile with delectable kisses and his oh so talented tongue. Her eyes wander further down to note the musculature of his back and arms. Watching his arms move she yearns to simply fold herself within them. Her attraction to him physically can not be denied, but his intelligence, eclectic interests, and kind nature are what continue to draw her to him. He is almost like an addiction that she is unable to deny herself. Although only a few kisses and tender touches have been exchanged since they started; she is as aroused now as she had been when he was fondling her in the car. He turns back and notices the sincere look of sensuality that has encompassed every line of her body. From her hair now twisted in a braid down her back, the curvature of her breasts and buttocks down to her feet. "You ready to skip to desert, already?" He asks. "Huh?" Startled, "Umm whatever you say. You're the teacher." He takes her hand and pulls her body over close to his. "I think I am." He walks over to the kitchen table and pats the top, "Sit down and close your eyes." Agreeably she does as she is told. She scoots herself onto the table top and closes her eyes. She can feel him undoing her apron and removing her bra; leaving her wearing nothing but her panties, sitting with her legs crossed on top of his kitchen table. Her body is alive with anticipation, nipples erect, and tiny bumps of goose flesh down her arms. The first sensation is on her left nipple. It is warm yet cold at the same time. The item feels a bit sticky and firm. The sensation repeats on her right nipple then she can feel the item slide between her breasts down past her navel. The final destination is on her lips lightly. "Open your mouth." As she does he slides the item inside. To her delight it is a chocolate covered strawberry; the chocolate coating her lips. He pulls the strawberry away, quickly replacing it with his lips on hers. He kisses her deeply, licking a way a bit of the chocolate covering them. He then moves to the left nipple and then the right following the path the strawberry had taken. She smiles broadly, thoroughly enjoying his seduction. Expecting him to continue to her panties she begins to lift up, but is surprised when he returns to her mouth after stopping just below her navel. He kisses her again, placing his hands on her bottom and pulling her body to the edge of the table. He discreetly slides one finger passed the side of her panties and inside of her. His finger works in and out several times ensuring her preparedness for something much larger. Then without hesitation he slides his cock inside of her. Although he tried to fight his erection from earlier, once aroused he only continued to grow as he touched and kissed her. Again he teased her by thrusting in and out. She looks at him face to face and smiles. "Yes," she proclaims certain she is going to enjoy exhilarating sex right here on the table. He thrusts a final time within her, making her squeal with the delight, then pulls out completely. Again he raises his eyebrows provoking her. "Ok, back to cooking." "What?" she exclaims. "I don't think so!" Placing a hand on each side of herself and pushing down on the table, she quickly hops down. She places her right hand on his hard cock and her left on his shoulder. "Come back." She demands, "I'm not done." "You're not the boss of me." He confirms, holding firm to his stance. Only enticed more by his teasing she drops to her knees and immediately takes his entire cock into her mouth. She sucks him hard and fast. Then, just as quickly as she took him in, she pulls off. Her attention turns to his balls. She licks them softly fondling them with her hands. Opening her mouth wide she guides them both gently inside and hums, simultaneously her left hand is stroking his cock slowly. She opens her mouth wide again allowing each one to slide out and kisses them each tenderly. She continues to stroke him as she stands up. "Fine," She says, "Two can play this game." Noticing that familiar throb of no return she removes her hand from him and grabs his right hand. She guides it down to place it around his cock. With her hand on top of his she starts stroking again. "Well..... I'm watching. Stroke it for me." She removes her hand from his and hops back on the table. "You like?" He asks somewhat shocked by her request. "Oh yes. I love your cock, soft & hard. I love to touch it, lick it, suck it, & fuck it. And I do so enjoy watching your hand glide up and down the shaft. I want to see you cum. I want to feel your hot cum on me." With that she leans back on her hands, giving him an inviting target. Noting her conviction he continues to pleasure himself. His right hand strokes in a familiar rhythm while his left hand occasionally fondles his balls. The muscles throughout his body begin to tighten as he works himself into a near orgasmic tidal wave. She bites her bottom lip fighting back the urge to touch herself. She doesn't want to risk missing a moment of this wonderful show. "I'm so close," he moans. He strokes faster and faster finally cumming onto her ivory skin; shooting warm cum on her abdomen some even reaching her breasts. She smiles at him in approval taking her right hand smoothing his cum onto her skin. She then takes her hand to her mouth and licks her palm, "Mmmmm." She purrs. "But now I'm all dirty." Field Trip Ch. 03 "Yes you are." He confirms, raising his eyebrows and giving her a devious smile. "Looks like it is time to get cleaned up." He pulls his boxer briefs back up and offers his hand to her. She eagerly takes it, almost giddy at the idea of being in the shower with him. She had been imagining what it would be like ever since he teasingly mentioned to her about the new tile being put in months ago. With her fingers laced within his, she follows behind him eager for whatever may come next. He takes her through his bedroom where she notices a door off to the side. She tilts her head slightly to get a better view, to note a hot tub outside surrounded by several trees guaranteeing privacy. He notes her distraction and gives her hand a little tug. "I'm coming," she insists. "I wouldn't miss this for anything!" They enter the bathroom and he instructs her to wait for a moment while he gets the shower prepared. She removes her panties and undoes the braid in her hair in preparation. "Come on in," he grabs her hand and helps her inside." The shower is huge in comparison to anything she's seen. It has a shower head at either end and a seat in the middle. Both shower heads are running. He places her at one end while he goes to the other. The heat of the water almost startles her, the contrast of hot and cold causing goose flesh to cover her body and her nipples to awaken. Once adjusted to the heat she closes her eyes and allows the water to cover her, soaking her hair and washing over her face. Realizing that in her enjoyment of the water she has somewhat lost track of time and where she is; she opens her eyes to see him watching her. For the first time in their relationship she felt oddly vulnerable. She was completely nude standing before him, hair soaked, and makeup washed away. He could now see the scar on her right arm where she had burned herself making pizza, the slight pooch of her tummy, the evidence of bearing children, and the tattoo on her left calf that he probably had never noticed before. All she can do is look at him in hopes of some sort of response. He merely smiles, grabs her hands and puts soap in them. "Ready to get cleaned up?" he asks. "Yes," she replies with a single nod. He pulls her towards him, having them meet in the middle. He places her hands on his chest as he puts his on her shoulders. She can feel the pounding of his heart beneath his chest and is amazed that he too seems to be nervous. They each start massaging and rubbing the other, coating the front of their bodies in bubbles. She thoroughly enjoys the freedom of allowing her hands to glide over his skin, feeling every muscle. Her confidence once again restored she asks him to turn around, "time to get your back," she states. He leans down and kisses her very lightly on the lips before turning around. She coats her hands again with soap and begins massaging him, starting at the top of his shoulders, bringing her hands across his arms, then gliding them down his back. For several minutes she focuses completely on using her hands to relieve every bit of tension in him, working the muscles of his lower back and those that run parallel to his spine. Content she has him completely relaxed she steps forward placing her body next to his, her breasts pressing against him, her cheek resting between his shoulder blades, her arms sliding around him, left hand gently cupping him while the right starts gliding up and down his shaft. Although soft when she starts, he begins to grow quickly in her hand. The change in activity entices him, yet his focus is completely on watching her stroke him; looking down to see her hands moving is fascinating as well as arousing. After a few moments of enjoying her touch he turns around to once again face her, drawing her arms up and over his shoulders, his erection pressing against her abdomen, his arms embracing her in such a way she feels completely consumed by him. She is now unsure if the heat she is feeling is from the steam of the shower or the passion growing deep inside. His left knee presses against her thighs opening them to him, his right hand glides down her flesh grazing her right breast, nipple, abdomen and between her legs until two fingers slide slowly past her clit and inside of her. She moans, gladly accepting them, closing her eyes, once again resting her cheek this time on his chest, listening to the pounding within. As his fingers work their magic he uses his other arm to turn her back towards the shower wall, allowing the water to rinse away much of the soap that is covering them. He then slides his left arm down, grabbing her right thigh with his hand and lifting it up and out to the side, allowing his body to venture further between her legs, the two fingers now replaced by the head of his cock. She lifts her head and smiles up at him, biting her lower lip as she wraps her left leg around his hip; her arms holding tightly on to him. Both of his hands move in unison around her hips to her buttocks, pulling her towards him as he pushes himself inside. Her smile broadens relieved to finally have him, to feel the pressure of his body this close to her, the throb of his cock pulsating against her g-spot. Her back now firmly against the shower wall, he slowly works himself in and out. Noting her smile, he is unable to resist kissing her. The kiss intent and powerful matching the intensity in which his body is connecting within hers. For this brief time, who they are and whatever apprehensions they have don't exist. He is deep inside her physically and on a level that neither of them will ever be able to explain. Drunk by the moment she lets herself go, holding onto him affectionately, completely trusting that we won't let her fall. Again time is lost and all they can feel is the physical drive that pushes them. Their bodies in tune she can feel herself starting to climax, the contractions of her orgasm pulling him even deeper inside, the pulsation of his release only fueling the intensity she feels even more. The moment passes and they stop; just gazing at each other as if almost confused. To break the tension he winks and kisses her cheek, "Well, I'm all clean, how about you?" "Yeah, I'm good," she sighs, not quite sure what to say. They rinse of individually then he turns off the water. He helps her out of the shower and hands her a towel to dry off. They move quietly to the bedroom where he leads her to lay down on the bed. They lie side by side, facing each other, each with their head resting in their hand. She looks into his eyes in search of answers to the questions that she just can't understand. The deeper she looks in search of knowing him the more she reveals about herself. Realizing this, she closes her eyes and lies down on her back, out of frustration and an overall sense of confusion. Her nerves are immediately calmed by the feel of his hands on her head, stroking her hair affectionately, soothing her to sleep. "The stars are out." She hears. She awakes to find herself still on his bed, not sure how long she's been asleep. "What?" she asks trying to get her bearings. "The stars are out, do you want to come and see?" he continues. "I finished the stir-fry and there is a bottle of wine by the hot tub." "Wine?" she asks concerned. "Yes wine. Don't worry, it's not red. I know that gives you a headache." "Ok." Again with a sigh she stands and walks outside to the hot tub." He helps her in and hands her a glass. She can't help but become enamored by the sight. The beauty of the tree line combined with the sparkle of the stars is stunning. He sits next to her and smiles, "I told you it's a fabulous view, didn't I?" "Yes you did," she replies, "And you're right!" Unable to deny her own curiosities any longer she has to talk to him. Up to this point they have had a very jovial interaction, caring, fun, but never discussed the underlying meaning of the relationship or if it even was a relationship. "You know, this wasn't supposed to go anywhere. It was just a game, and then I somehow got lost in it." She starts. "I know. Honestly I was just having fun too, then the restaurant thing happened, and that's when I thought about it." he interjects. "What does it mean?" "It doesn't have to mean anything, just let it ride." He says, his frustration now becoming apparent. "I can't do that." She states; realizing that she is pushing him, but unable to go any other direction. He looks down for a moment and then back at her, "Just know; I always want to be to you exactly what I am now." She looks back into those hypnotizing hazel eyes that captured her so many months ago, as a small tear rolls down her cheek, she smiles and replies, "You always will be." Field Trip Effects When her legs finally stop trembling, Master motions the waiter over.. paying for the meal... and with a smirk, He tugs upon the leash, pulling His pet from the table top, she moves to her knees at His feet, awaiting His next command... Master reaches down, His hand reaching into long auburn tresses, yanking her head back as He leans down, kissing her passionately, whispering for her hearing only...'very good my lil pet, now, it is time to go home..' rising up, she falls in step behind Master, her eyes lowered to the floor, looking at nothing but the ground He walks upon, all that she is based upon what He allows... Master opens the car door, ushering her in... she lays back upon the seat, inching up the skirt once more as she silently begs to please Master... her heart racing as Master starts the car... beginning the unusually long drive home... His touches teasing her as He drives... lost in the moments... her smile brightening as the car drives within the driveway... Master helps His pet from the vehicle... leading her by the leash to the doorway... stepping to the side as He orders His pet in...with the words... 'undress and crawl to the room, pet' with practice grace, His pet unbuttons the short blouse, straightening her arms, it slides down with a sensual touch, her thumbs hooking within the waistband, sliding down the skirt to her ankles, knees never bending... she step from the skirt, and melts to knees, lowering her shoulders, leaving her sweet ass up to Master's view... as she begins crawling forward... His lil wanton pet's flesh heating as she feels His eyes upon her... crawling into the room, the floor well padded, she moves to the center of the room as she has been taught, pushing up to widely spread knees, fiery tresses falling over right shoulder, as she prepares to wait for Master... hearing His steps before she sees Master's steps entering the room.. her breath quickens, she fights to keep her gaze lowered, her tongue stilled, hearing Him make His preparations, feeling Master move to stand above her... 'hands, now, My pet'... she obediently lifts them high above her, feeling the thick leather cuffs tighten, hearing the click as they are secured together... feeling the pull as Master fastens it to the leather strap from the ceiling... unwrapping the other end from the wall hook... He raises His pet to standing, and then just a bit more... feeling His hands caress and pinch along bared flesh...a slap falling upon the curve of her ass, before Master reaches... clamping tiny ankles in cuffs... spreading them upon a wide bar, leaving His pet open to His every desire... she hears Him walk away, her mind silently begging for His return, remembering well the time she was left here, alone... fearing how she had displeased Master, never wanting to feel such despair again... the relief rushing through her as His pet hears the footfalls... feeling His hand caress up her spine, just before the room goes dark, a blindfold laid over cobalt gaze... a whimper rushing to her lips... her trust in Him complete... she slows her racing mind... anxious to please Master... feeling the reaction from within her belly as she waits... hearing His small knowing chuckle... the next sensation is that of the lash which falls upon her tight ass, her soft cry fueled by the pleasure that rips through her... finding that heightened as the lash seems to fall indiscriminately upon His pet... her moans turning to whimpers... begging for His use... pleading for His touch... 'please, Master, please use Your slut... please Master... please, take from her all that You desire, Master... please... please...' biting her lower lip... trying to arch to her powerful Master, as the handle is run against slick petals, a shot of lust rushes higher through her.. 'please, Master...' feeling Master slide up close behind His slut... His thick cock pressed between her ass cheeks, teasing her mercilessly... 'please, Master.. please... please may she feel Your cock in her... please Master, please fuck Your slut...' the torture continues, having Master's cock so near, but not yet driven into His slut.. the emptiness of her screaming for use... needing to feel Him driven deep within her... going wild with need, a beast in His control... the kiss of the whip falling again and again... light, hard, glancing, teasing... over all of her body... no inch of flesh left untouched as Master's hand roughly yanks her head back, His mouth attacking the smoothness of her arched neck.. cries emanating as she feels Master's teeth testing her flesh... 'that's it My slut... you enjoyed performing tonight, didn't you?' He growls to her, as she feels His hand reach to cup and massage one of her breasts, feeling her painfully taut nipple caught between His fingers in a pleasure-filled pinch... 'yes, Master... yes, Your pet enjoyed this evening... thank You, my Master.. thank You,' a feral moan escapes... 'please, Master... please fuck Your slut... please use her for Your needs, please, Master...' with a chuckle, He moves away... her heated flesh burned by the coldness of Him not being near her... her 'blindness' leaving her all the more vulnerable... a soft sound coming from her pouty lips as Master moves before her... stepping between her spread thighs... with a single move, as He lifts her legs to His hips, driving deep within her...her head thrown back... driven so high by Master's pounding strokes... the sound of their flesh slapping with each stroke.. her blood boiling from all the teasing torture of before...His slut unable to meet His strokes is driven insane by the feel of her cunt grasping His length... 'please... please, Master... may Your slut cum for You... please may she coat Your cock with her cum... please, Master?'... her breath in short gasps, barely able to form the words for what she feels now... the world moving in slow motion as she waits to hear... 'Yes, My slut... cum for Me... cum for me NOW!'... the stroking becoming shockingly more powerful... as she tightens around Master's cock, convulsing the wetness of her inner flesh, her voice hoarse with need as feral moans rip from deep within her... even as she is still coming down from the powerful orgasm that rocked her entire body, Master slides from within His slut, His cock shimmering with the juices of His... and sinks the full length of His hard shaft deep within her tight ass.. the fall of the whip upon her beginning once more... the growls emanating from Master, sending shivers through her trembling body... as each stroke prolongs the orgasm that had rocked her just a moment ago... 'please, Master... please, don't stop fucking Your lil whore... please, Master.. please, yes... yes... please...' 'don't worry My lil slut, I will use you until I am well satisfied... ' Master growls at her... as she continues riding the waves of pleasure that only He can give her... the pounding of His cock driving deep, stretching her wide... 'cum for Me, again...NOW, slut' Master orders... His whore obeying without question, as she feels His thick shaft pulsalting just before His seed burns into her... His explosion filling her, her body convulsing upon Him... Master still buried within her... He reaches up and unlatches her wrists from the hook... holding her upon Him for a moment... sliding Himself from within her, lifting His slut and carrying her to His couch, laying her tender flesh out before Him, and reaching to remove the spreader bar... laying down beside His slut, Master runs a fingertip along her flesh... tracing the red swatches left by the whip... lowering to kiss them tenderly, before wrapping her in His strong hold... whispering softly... 'You serve me well, my lil slut... now sleep here, in My arms, Mine...'