0 comments/ 60736 views/ 5 favorites Harem Ch. 1 By: TheWriter I'm going to relate a story to you, about how I somehow managed to reinvent an ancient Eastern tradition for my modern world. I must stress clearly at the outset, that I never intended to accomplish this at first. It just seemed to grow out of a set of bizarre and lucky occurrences. It started at a fast food joint, where I bumped into an old associate from school, school having just finished a couple of years before. Her name was Katrina, and she was lousy at hiding her feelings. I spotted her, looking down and out, so I went over to play the Good Samaritan. "Hi Katrina," I said somewhat jovially. "Hi. Haven't seen you in a while, how've you been?" She was definitely faking it, I could tell. "I've been good. How about yourself?" "Pretty good, yeah." A great big lie. "Really? You don't look so good to me at the moment." "Gee, thanks a lot," I didn't realise that she could take it two ways. "Oh, Katrina, you know that you always look good, I just meant, you seem down about something." She smiled at me. "You always were quick to apologise," she laughed a little. "Still am," I quaffed proudly, with a very stupid grin on my face. But her smile faded fast. "You want to talk?" She nodded, and looked on the verge of breaking down so I quickly got her into a service line. "Come on, let's get our Greaseburgers and Fat Fries and we'll talk, okay?" I'm glad that she laughed at that otherwise she would have broken into tears, right there. After being served and finding a table, I decided I'd be best suited sitting across from her. I just relaxed, let her eat and waited for her to talk. I started panicking when we finished our meal, not one word spoken. Then she suddenly poured out with a flood of words and emotions. It was an amazing deluge; I had to halt her, calm her and slow her down. "He left me," she sobbed. "Who did?" I asked her. "You know who." "You and him were still together all this time?" "Lasted longer than you thought we would, huh?" "Katrina, that's not fair, I-," "What? You were always sitting back, watching, judging us all. Admit it, it was how you amused yourself!" I again had to calm her down. "I know that you hear high school relationships don't last, but we lasted nearly two years beyond school." I could feel another flood of sobs coming on. Frankly, I was still annoyed about her insult which, while true, she never apologised for. "All of a sudden, he's done with me. Runs off, hasn't called for six weeks, and it's the first time I've been here since he left." I knew progress was being made, so I remained quiet. "I've been feeling sick at his absence, it's so fucking pathetic!" That shout brought the attention of most of the other customers. "Katrina-," I began calmly. "I fucking hate that son of a bitch!" she screamed. I stood, just as an employee came over and asked us to leave. I almost had to carry Katrina out; her legs were rather unsteady. "I'm sorry," she said. I just smiled and began walking her home, which was conveniently located not far from the restaurant. When I got her home, she was feeling better, and looking ready for a good sleep, but it was still early in the evening. "You live near here, don't you?" she asked me at her front door. "Yeah, just a few streets away," I replied. "Would you like to do something? Maybe get some videos out?" Eager to remain the hero I responded, "Sure. Should I come get you?" "Yeah. Come back in, say, an hour?" "Sounds good," I affirmed. She smiled and gave me a hug. Now, this is where things started to turn. Katrina was tall, just a couple of inches shorter than I was. That meant that she didn't have to press against me while hugging. Fortunately for me this meant that she couldn't feel the embarrassing erection that sprung up when her head hit my shoulder. As she turned into her house and closed the door, I was suddenly reminded of all the fantasies involving her. Apart from her height, everything about her was small. She had a fine bone structure, so she looked very thin, but she was not underweight. Her face was like a fine work of art; her features can only be described as elfin. As I walked to my house - secretly glad I would have the place to myself for quite a while - images if Katrina continued to fill my mind. In her school uniform, sports uniform, various racy outfits that she wore when she could, all equally arousing. I was also secretly glad that I wouldn't feel guilty, because I would continue to be the nice guy, and Katrina wouldn't want me, surely. I decided at home that I should change into something else before returning to Katrina. When I did return to her, she was wearing a grey sports bra with a small shirt, unbuttoned, and a pair of Lycra bike pants that hugged her sleek thighs tightly. I had never seen her dressed so minimally, so I didn't know quite what to say. "You like?" she asked playfully, and danced in a little circle, modelling herself. There I was dressed in a very nice pair of trousers and a good shirt, and she was wearing gym clothes! "Do you have any money?" she asked. "Yeah, plenty," I replied, barely choking out the words. She led me off to the local video store, where we stumbled about, searching for some decent viewing. Katrina found two, while I only found one, I can't even remember what it was. "So where are we going to watch these?" I inquired of her. "How about at your place, it's closer," she responded. I agreed. When the clerk handed me the tapes in a bag, he winked and said, "Enjoy your evening." At the time I couldn't quite grasp why he seemed so sly. I figured it was because he noticed that Katrina was a beauty and thought nothing of it. After that, things became blurred, and I only remember that I ended up at home, somehow holding an X rated video in my hand. "Katrina?" I asked carefully. "He used to have a copy of that," she stabbed her finger at the video. "He and I watched it heaps of times, always followed by a very vigorous screwing." She laughed in a defeated manner. "I guess it's a metaphor for our relationship, I was always getting screwed." "Why did you get it if you hate it?" She paused after I asked her that. She looked lost in deep consideration. Then she looked up at me, her eyes penetrating into mine. "Will you make love to me?" I was flabbergasted to say the least. She asked so timidly, yet with those words she had me completely taken aback. When I didn't say anything she continued. "You can watch that tape if you like, to get you in the mood, maybe inspire you." "I don't need a movie to make love to you, Katrina." I knew at that moment exactly what she needed. She needed caring, compassion, a lover not a sex partner. She needed to feel like she was loved and cared for and my bold statement visibly brightened her. She slowly walked to me and took my hand. I led her into my bedroom, where Katrina immediately became the centre of my attention. I gently cupped her chin in my hand and lightly kissed her lips. It was only brief, but when our lips parted, I felt like I was denying her something, so I went back to kissing her. Lips, cheeks, neck, all received my attention. I intended to make Katrina feel like she was the most special woman on earth that night. Katrina pulled herself close to me as I continued to kiss her, allowing my tongue to gently explore her mouth. I caressed her shoulders, ran my hands smoothly up and down her back. As we stood, embraced and dancing in circles, I realised that Katrina was crying. But considering how close she held me, I knew she cried with joy. I don't know how long we stood there before I let my hands stray down to her ass; gently squeezing each cheek in sequence, left, right, left. Katrina moaned slightly and began to explore my mouth with her tongue, all the while we still danced in circles. It felt like hours that this continued, but they were so pleasant it seemed impossible to interrupt. I caressed her shoulders once more, before moving my hands down her front, brushing her shirt apart and sliding it back down her arms, onto the floor. At this point, Katrina stopped and moved back. She reached up and slowly pulled her tight sports bra over her head, her little boobs bobbing as they were freed from their elastic confines. Even only half-naked, in low light, Katrina was absolutely stunning. Her lovely lithe body, with those two beautiful little mounds beckoned to me. I approached her and took her into my arms, lifting her from the ground. She wrapped her legs around me, her bike pants stretching and conforming to her new shape. Thus entangled, I once again engaged her mouth with my own and lay her back on my bed. I did my best not to loom over her as I continued to kiss her lips and face, while gently fondling her little breasts. Then began the trip south, past her neck, to her chest. I lay light kisses between her breasts, slowly moving outward, then engulfing her delicious boobs. Her nipples were quite erect, so they too had to be sucked, licked, loved. While lying her back, Katrina's breasts seemed to disappear, but her hard-as-bullet nipples stood proudly to attention. It was at this time that I realised, that in all my efforts, I had not had an erection. I dismissed it from my mind and continued downwards, over the expanse on her flat stomach, arriving at her abdomen. Katrina softly cooed as I gently pulled her pants down, inch by inch. First a tuft of her dark pubic hair appeared - she wasn't wearing any underwear! As more of her bush appeared, so did her thighs, sleek and firm. Then finally, a glimpse of her swollen lips, with her very erect clit protruding from between them. I temporarily ignored her beautiful pussy, and continued to slide her pants down her legs, past her calves, over her feet. Then I slowly ran my hands back up her legs, scooping them under her bum and raising her pelvis high. Now with greater access, I gently kissed her inner thighs, drawing ever closer to the cleft. As I neared, Katrina's breathing hastened, light gasps escaping her. When my mouth hit her lips, a great sigh blew from her, she relaxed, again softly cooing. I figured from all the anticipation that she would probably come quickly. As I licked and sucked her clit, various moans and sighs were emitted from Katrina's lips. Before long, her hips were bucking, with long sighs and moans escaping her mouth as she climaxed gloriously. But I wasn't finished yet. I placed my tongue between her red lips and began kissing her vagina, and more waves racked Katrina, this time the moans were much louder. Katrina just seemed to go on forever, all the pent up anxiety, and frustration, let out of her pulsating pussy. I could barely keep up with all the juices she was squeezing out, but once her orgasms subsided, I cleaned her cunt lips well and good. I heard a slightly muffled noise. I sat up to view Katrina in entirety, and saw her crying again. "Thank you," she sobbed out. She was so beautiful. I lay beside her and cradled her in my arms. "Thank you, thank you, thank you…" she continued as she drifted off to sleep. It took me a while to fall asleep. But even though I had a beautiful, naked girl in my arms, I still didn't have an erection. * * * * * * * * * * When I woke in the morning, Katrina was still asleep, though we must have changed positions several times during the night. I got up without disturbing her, and went to make some breakfast. Half way through scrambling some eggs, Katrina blocked the sun, and cast her shadow over me. She was still naked, as was I, and she looked so glorious. Then she somewhat timidly entered the kitchen. I decided I should wait for her to talk so half way through breakfast she piped up. "I really, can't thank you enough, for last night," she said slowly, measuring each phrase. "You already have," I reassured her. "He, never did anything for me like that. He just stuck it in and, went for broke. You, you made it about me. I, I, I can't," she broke off. "Well," I started jokingly, "tell all your friends about me." "I will." I stopped laughing. "You know where I live," she continued. "Anytime." That last word hung in the air, and reverberated throughout my entire existence. She stood quietly, went and dressed, and left. I had treated her royally, now she said that we could get together, anytime. Not only that, but she was going to tell her friends. I didn't know it at the time. But that was the beginning. Harem Ch. 2 I guess it's all about giving them what they need. A couple of days after my night with Katrina, she called me to say that her offer was genuine, and not due to the extreme emotional stress that she had been under. She did however, ask if it was okay for her to call me when she felt lonely. Seemed fine to me. Strangely, not one second after I had put down the phone, it rang again. "Hello?" my voice sounded curiously. "Hi." The voice sounded familiar, but I couldn't quite place it. "It's Amanda. I'm a friend of Katrina's, remember?" She sounded a little worried, so I was quick to rescue her. "Yeah, sorry. I just haven't spoken to you in a while, that's all." "Well, we never did speak very much anyway, um," she paused, she was sounding rather nervous. Amanda never used to sound nervous. "Can I help with something," I asked, trying to be soothing. "Yes. Katrina said... Katrina told me what you did for her." I gulped, Katrina really did tell her friends. "I see, so..." "So I was wondering if..." she paused again. "I was wondering if... I was wondering if, I could come over and speak to you." I knew where she was headed, but I decided to help alleviate some of her anxiety. "Sure. If you want to come over and talk, that's okay. Do you know where I live?" "Yeah, Katrina told me. I was thinking, maybe I might just hop on over, but I decided to call first." "Thanks for that, I think I might have got quite a surprise if you suddenly appeared." She sighed, and laughed at that. "Okay then, so I'll see you soon?" "Soon sounds fine to me," I said and then she hung up. I couldn't believe how casual I had sounded. Katrina had actually told one of her friends about that night. I didn't know whether to be angry with her or feel grateful. But then greater concerns overtook me, such the terrible mess I had to clean up before my guest arrived. When Amanda did arrive, I had the place looking reasonable, and had changed into something a little more formal. I think, from the look on her face, that she felt upstaged by my clothing. She was wearing some light summer dress, thigh-length, with floral patterns. Frankly, I was awed by her looks more than I thought I would be. Despite her earlier nervousness, she seemed to be assured, smiling broadly. She was like a statue carved from alabaster; very white skin, platinum blonde hair, crystal blue eyes. "I didn't think, you know, that I would be able to do this," she said to me, belying her appearance of confidence. "It's the sort of thing, that -," "That always seemed sordid," I finished for her. She nodded. "Truth is, I didn't see this coming. I never thought that –," "That you would be chased around by us?" My turn to nod. It then became uncomfortable; we were silent, trying not to look at each other. "Look," I finally started," would you like a drink?" She sighed and nodded rather emphatically. It was early in the evening, so rum and Coke seemed to be an okay starter. It seemed to work too, before long Amanda was more than a little tipsy and free speaking. In fact, she must have regained her confidence as she started stroking my arm while we were talking. Since she was much shorter than me, I found myself looking down the front of her dress. As I stared at the swell of her breasts, I realised for the first time that her dress had spaghetti straps, and she wasn't wearing a bra! Amanda had come prepared. "So," I said, knowing that conversation was wearing thin," what exactly did Katrina tell you?" "Everything," she said the word so slowly that I couldn't tell if she was being sexy or if she was drunk. "That's why I'm here," she continued," I want you to do to me what you did to her." If you think it's possible, I became aroused without having an erection, just like with Katrina. "Okay," I said, and started towards my bedroom. I had to half carry Amanda; she was definitely a little drunk. We rushed things more than when I was with Katrina. I think Amanda was desperate for a release, or maybe just the attention. We were stripping each other frantically, the biggest problem was Amanda's shoes, and she nearly tripped herself. She had such a hard time with her shoes I told her to leave them on. She seemed to agree, and from her vantagepoint on the floor, she ripped down my trousers and underpants. She was about to suck on my flaccid dick when I stopped her. "Katrina didn't do that. She was the centre of attention, okay?" Amanda didn't seem too disappointed. She stood rather unsteadily and leapt into my arms. With her legs around my waist, she almost dragged me down, so I had to lean her back against the wall. Then began the furious kissing, while I somewhat roughly kneaded her buttocks in my hands. Amanda was a lot less subdued than Katrina was. She kept clenching her legs, mimicking thrusting motions. It still didn't cause an erection, but the feeling in her ass cheeks as her muscles tensed and relaxed was amazing. But she grew impatient, breaking lip contact. "I want you to do it to me, now!" Who was I to argue? I laid her back on my bed in much the same way I had with Katrina, pelvis at the edge allowing easy access. I took a brief moment to drink in the image of my lover. Where Katrina was tall, dark and skinny; Amanda was short, light and round. She wasn't fat, she was voluptuous. Small pockets of body fat rounding out her very womanly curves, around her hips, breasts, her ass was very soft to touch. She didn't have a flat stomach, but then again, neither did I. She just had a bit of a soft, round belly. While Amanda was definitely beautiful, there was one word that summed her up even better: sexy. When Amanda became a little restless, I decided that was enough looking, time to start the music. I went in to her lips, before moving down her throat, kissing all the way. I took the same path as with Katrina, down between her breasts, stopping to flick from side to side, sucking her erect nipples, nibbling slightly. I don't know if it was the alcohol or if she was ticklish, but nearly every kiss I planted on her body caused her to giggle. I didn't mind, her giggles made her tits bounce and her belly quiver. And the look on her face was almost indescribable: a silly little smile that hid the knowledge of what we were doing. Continuing down her stomach, her giggles became soft moans and heavy breathing. When I reached her pubic mound and her almost white hair, her breathing was erratic and shallow. I paused to inhale her womanly aroma, pleased that I had aroused her so much. I fondled her thighs, planting kisses on them, before I moved back her private hole. I hesitated at her pussy, and I heard Amanda suck in a deep breath, and hold it. I glanced up to see her face contorted in concentration; brow furrowed, mouth set in a grimace, then she looked at me, a plea in her eyes. I lightly blew across her vulva, her eyes glazed, her face relaxed and her head dropped back to the bed. Then I set to, licking large circles around her cunt lips, my own lips brushing against her swollen clit on every pass. All I could hear was Amanda's ragged breathing, punctuated with the occasional moan. Amanda definitely needed a release; she was sitting on so much pent up sexual energy that before long she was crying out. "I'm coming, oh God, I don't believe how good this is I'm coming!" she screamed so loud, I'm sure anyone in the vicinity knew a miracle had occurred. After words failed her she continued to moan and groan while her body twisted and turned every way possible. When she regained the power of speech she was most grateful. "Oh God, I haven't felt like that since... I've never felt like that! What did you do?!" I simply smiled at her. "More?" I said. "Hell yes!" she laughed, and relaxed her body while I attacked her cunt again. She was instantly responsive, spouting unintelligible words as I warmed up her clit for more action. When I had her clit standing proudly from her lips I spread them wide open. I gazed with fascination at her glistening red centre, her very core of sexual power. The way her cunt pulsated was incredible; her pussy pushed out so much that it opened her vagina wide. I watched as her lubricants leaked out, pouring down into her ass crack. When I had my fill of staring, I decided to give her a poke, and slipped two fingers into her accommodating pussy. While I fingered her, I went back to sucking her clit, causing a slight shudder to ripple through my lover's body. "Are you alright, Amanda?" I said. She just mumbled in return. I don't know why it hadn't struck me earlier, but Amanda was very different from Katrina. I realised that I should give her something different to tell her friends about. I stopped playfully sucking her clit, and started on it like it were a little cock, keeping it in my mouth and applying lots of pressure. With this, Amanda started thrashing, as if to escape. Meantime, I turned my fingers to the task of stimulating her g-spot. From the first touch, she bucked, moaning loudly. Remembering her impatience, I decided hard and fast was the way, so I sucked hard and fingered fast. Amanda's moans heightened in intensity and she continued to buck and thrash, casting about looking for refuge from her exquisite torment. Finally she realised there was no escape. "OH GOD, what are you doing to me?!" she screamed. Then it happened, she came hard, and it took me a few seconds to realise that she was squirting come! I blinked and moved my head back, only to catch a spurt on my chest. Her come was dribbling from my chin, and she was squirting onto my chest. I was completely awe struck at the sight of her red pussy spurting forth her milky come. She was screaming to high heaven, her body twisting, her face contorted with excruciating pleasure, until the waves began to subside, the squirting ceased. Anxious not to lose the moment I went back her cunt, sucking her clit, massaging her g-spot. But she seemed to be spent. Desperate, I did the only thing I could do. I placed a finger from my other hand at her asshole. It was well lubed from all her juices dripping down there, so my finger went in easily. She shot out a little shriek when I penetrated into her warm rectum, but other wise she was still coming down. I worked fervently to get more fingers into her, and then she sighed and relaxed. I thought it was over, but when she relaxed, the pressure I was applying overcame her. My hands slid into her holes. I had a fist in her cunt and a fist in her ass. Amanda simply screamed a scream of pain and terror. I worked my hands back and forth in her holes. "No, stop please stop, don't..." she cried out, but I could tell that it was the greatest feeling in the world for her, I could tell because she was squirting again. This time it all went to my chest and it wasn't as milky. I was amazed at how well I could block out Amanda's screams. I just focused on the feeling in my hands. Her cunt trying to suck me in, her ass trying to push me out. After a while of my pumping she stopped saying no. In fact she stopped saying anything. This time there was nothing I could do to prevent her orgasm passing. But thankfully, that took quite a long time, and she eventually lapsed into unconsciousness. I would have checked to clock, but I had no idea when we started. It felt like she had been coming for hours. Thinking of come, I cleaned up hers from my chest, stopping to try its taste. It didn't have much of a taste. I'll never forget the feeling and the sound of my hands pulling out of her tight holes. Seeing nothing else to do, I got into bed and pulled the sheet over us. I fell asleep still wondering why I didn't have an erection. ****** I awoke to find Amanda climbing out of bed rather unsteadily. I watched her find her footing. She looked radiant in the early morning light. I had forgotten that she was still wearing her shoes. I watched as she crept over to her crumpled dress, her hips swaying, ass bouncing. The way her body moved when she bent down to retrieve her dress, her breasts bobbing. I watched as she slipped her dress on over her naked body. I hadn't noticed the previous night, but she didn't have any underwear. She turned and saw me watching. She smiled slightly. She grabbed a nearby pen and paper, wrote something down. "Call me," she said, leaving her phone number. "Do you want some breakfast?" I asked her. She shook her head. "No I should get going." She came over and gave me a very deep kiss. She patted me cheek and said," thank you." "My pleasure," I replied. With that she stood and left my house. I glad that wasn't the last time I saw her. Harem Ch. 3 I thought that after her night with me, Amanda would want some distance for at least a few days. But the very same morning she left my home I got a call from her saying that she'd made it home safe. She said, "As much as I would love my body to remember last night, I need a shower and a sleep." Not long after that, I got a call from Katrina, asking me what I'd done to Amanda. "She called me just now and told me that you – in her words – 'fucked her harder than humanly possible'. What did you do to her?" She sounded on the verge of hysterics. I tried to calmly and rationally explain that I had double fisted her, without using that exact terminology. It was a rather uncomfortable experience for me. As the discussion continued, I received the impression that Katrina was worried that she'd turned Amanda onto an unpleasant, maybe even painful, experience. Again, trying to be soothing, I explained that Amanda had just called me and seemed to be in a state of relish. I think my lack of comfort transferred over to Katrina as she started apologising for being nosy. I realised that Katrina was quite possibly jealous of Amanda's experience. Anyway, Katrina eventually begged off, promising to continue "spreading the good word" as it were. Immediately after the phone went down, it rang again. It was Amanda. She seemed somewhat mellower than she had five minutes prior. I must have answered quicker than she expected, as she seemed on the verge of hanging up. "I'm sorry," she started," it's just that I suddenly realised that calling so quickly might seem clingy or dependent. That's the same reason I just dumped my boyfriend. But then I realised that I needed someone, just as much as he did. Only I didn't show it like him. I'm sorry," she finished, and hung up. Stupid me. As unusual an experience this was, spending nights pleasuring beautiful girls from my school days, I had blinded myself to the fact that I hooked up with Katrina in a time of personal crisis. Sure, spending time with Katrina and Amanda was fantastic, but they were at potential turning points in their lives. I reminded myself then, that I was a relief system. These girls were coming to me for something they wanted. With this small revelation in mind, I set about trying to return to normal life with the memory of two great young women behind me. It was not to be. That evening after returning from work, and looking forward to a nice meal after a shower, I was greeted with a telephone call. I was suddenly becoming very popular. "Hi, it's Amber. You know, went to school together since we were kids?" Amber. While she could be remarkably civil at times, she never seemed to like me very much. "Hi Amber," I said tentatively," how can I help you?" "Are you busy right now? Are you doing anything tonight?" she asked rather quickly. "Well actually, I just got home and was looking forward to a shower and dinner." I really had no idea why Amber would want to see me. "Okay," she said," what are you doing for lunch tomorrow?" "Uh, nothing that I'm aware of," I replied, still unsure. "Great, can you meet me?" She seemed to be a little excited at the prospect of seeing me. "Sure, just give me details." Great, now I had lunch plans with and old colleague. "I'm really looking forward to seeing you," and she hung up. I don't know what it was about the way her voice sounded, but it aroused me. If pleasuring two beautiful young women didn't get me erect, why was I raging at the possibilities implied by Amber's tone of voice? I decided that it was time for a very cold shower. ************ The following day, I was dressed to impress, and growing impatient. Amber was late to lunch. I don't see how she could have been; she chose a cafe that was close to where she lived. When she did show up she was dressed rather normally. I don't see why I bothered dressing nicely for her. There she was, just a short-sleeved black t-shirt. A tight one too. I was quite surprised to see her in a skirt – black, knee length – because she used to prefer pants. Then again it had been a couple of years. Long enough for her taste in clothing to change. Not long enough for her to change her hairstyle though. She still kept it pinned back, so that the back of her head was covered with short curls, while everywhere else it was pulled tight. By pinning it back, Amber created channels in her hair, little canals that went from forehead to crown, showing her scalp in thin white lines in her light brown hair. I drank in the differences and similarities while we greeted, sat, and ordered lunch. We didn't talk much while we drank and ate. I had a steak sandwich with chips that went down rather nicely. Amber had some kind of salad with chicken. She ate slowly, so I had time to observe her. I just don't know how someone can seem so big and yet so small at the same time. Amber was not large, only slightly taller than Amanda, but with a similar build. Not fat, but not athletic. Her fingers seemed to be quite fine and slim, but they looked like they were used frequently. Amber wasn't ugly, but she didn't leap out at you like Katrina or Amanda did. Suddenly realising that Amber was finished and returning the scrutiny, I wondered why I was thinking about Amber's looks. I must admit, I blushed a little. But just from slight embarrassment. "Like what you see?" she said. I blushed again and she laughed. She didn't do that very often. The way her cheeks made slight dimples and scrunched her flight freckles was disarming. "Sorry, if I stared," I mumbled. "That's okay. I like the attention." She smiled again. Then, remembering that this was Amber I was talking to, I got to the point. "Amber, why did you want to see me?" She continued smiling for a minute before responding. "I bumped into Amanda yesterday." Oh my God. I don't even believe in God, but nothing else quite captures my surprise and shock. I tried to remain cool. "You did huh?" I said, trying to be nonchalant. "Yes," she said. Her smile said more though. It said, "you horny devil you!" Not to mention the fact that it would mean she knew about Katrina too. She just kept smiling, and behind it, the knowledge was obvious. "I see," I said. I was getting nowhere. "And?" Amber's smile broadened. "And…I want some too." I tried to play the ignorant approach. "Some of what?" I said. She laughed. "My house isn't far. You want to come?" If that wasn't the most obvious thing I've ever heard! "What's the deal?" I said. The longer I could delay, the better chance that reason would overcome the strange urge to go with Amber. She glanced around, looking for observers, and then she leaned in closer. "I have something of a professional hobby," she laughed at her own oxymoron," and it keeps me in comfortable living, while also providing enjoyment." She leaned closer," I make movies," she whispered. Amber was a porn star! Well, not quite. "I've made a few amateur films, and they've sold very well, so I'm doing okay. But I need to have something a bit different, to maintain the interest in my products. When I met Amanda, it seemed like fate almost. That's why I want you." She sat back and allowed that to sink in. In all honesty, I thought she was playing a joke, but so many things were running through my head that I couldn't be sure which thought dominated. I must have looked dubious, because Amber leapt in with an additional offer. "I can pay you," she said," five hundred for a scene. You don't have to of course. If you'd be willing to make a longer feature, I could pay you more. I'm doing quite well with my movies." She sounded very proud of that. Too many thoughts in my head: run away screaming, run away with Amber, run away and…. I was so screwed around, so I said the dumbest, most inane thing possible. "How long is a scene?" There you have it! My crowning achievement in stupidity. Apparently that meant that I had agreed. "We'll discuss that at my place," she said smiling again. With that lunch was over. We paid our bill and marched off towards Amber's home. Or her studio. As we walked along, she spoke. "To answer your question: I can't be sure. You see: scenes are as long as they are, I don't try for certain lengths. I think the longest I made was just over half an hour. That was continuous though. I don't do much in the way of editing." I had to satisfy my considerable curiosity. "What do you do in your films?" I asked, choking. "Well, so far I've made two long tapes, but they were just compilations of scenes, no story or anything. And I made this hour long 'day in the life' thing, where it showed me getting ready in the morning, and coming home later. All the in between stuff was sort of difficult, 'cause I was pretending to be working, but I wasn't at work. "Anyway, like I said: I just need something a little different than me masturbating, or shaving, or showering." "So what do you want me to do?" I asked. By that stage we had arrived at Amber's place. We were inside and she offered me a drink before answering my question. "Pretty much all I want you to do is fuck me on camera," she explained. "But do you want me to do anything special?" I couldn't believe how calm I sounded. It was like I was suddenly comfortable with everything. I was also very aroused, which confused me slightly. I hadn't been so horny with Katrina or Amanda. "Nothing like what you did for Amanda. I just have this loose plan for the scene," she said. "So, when do we get started?" That sounded very anxious of me. She smiled. "When my cameraman gets here," she replied. Cameraman? I was going to have to fuck Amber in front of another guy? "Wait a minute. You didn't say anything about a cameraman," I was almost hysterical. At that moment there was a knock on the door. Amber sauntered off to answer it. She came back with a short guy in tow. It was her brother. Her younger brother. "This is my cameraman," Amber said with a slight flourish. "Now downstairs into the studio." As we were climbing down the stairs, I realised that Amber had counted on me saying yes. She hadn't made any phone calls, so she must have organised with her brother earlier. But I was only slightly disturbed by this. Amber's studio turned out to be her bedroom. Things that smacked of a woman's room were littered about. It seemed to be a basement, large and open, with a bed, a couch in front of a TV, and a bathroom off to the side. She turned to her brother. "You set up the camera and the set, while I get ready." He bent to his task, getting the camera, a tripod, and straightening up the couch and bed. Amber went into the bathroom, where she brushed her teeth, powdered her face, and – to my arousal – stripped to clean her privates. "Make yourself comfortable," she called out. "How do you mean?" "She means get naked," her brother said. I hesitated slightly, but decided that I was past the point of no return. I slowly removed my clothes, folded them neatly and placed them on a small table nearby. I found that Amber's brother had his back turned, but when Amber exited the bathroom she gave a low whistle. It was then that her brother turned. "He's big," he said. Amber threw him a look of disdain. "No, he's just on the upper end of average, but he's bigger than you," she said. It took me a while to understand the meaning of what she said. But when I did understand, I didn't want to think about it. Amber continued her look of appraisal. I don't think I could be a model, but I do have a pretty good body, with only a little belly in front. After she finished looking, Amber moved to help her brother. I was right, she wasn't big, but she looked it. I guess because she has big breasts, D cups I imagine. But they don't look too large for her, even with her height and narrow waist. She had the same sort of figure as Amanda, with nicely rounded womanly curves. She caught me looking and smiled. I blushed, I don't know why. "You ready?" she asked. I nodded dumbly. Was I ready? Ready or not I was about to jump in the deep end. "First we start with a blow job." She laid a towel on the ground, and knelt down. "Do you want to do it standing?" I just walked over to her. "Action," she said. With that her brother clicked on the camera, and detached it from the tripod. Amber reached out with her fine little hands and gripped my proud throbbing penis. Her small fingers made my dick look bigger than it really was. She pulled the skin down to reveal my purple head. Amber moved so slowly and gently, lightly stroking me. She moved in closer, her lips parting and her tongue lapping at my cockhead. I couldn't have been too big, because Amber managed to engulf my plum entirely. She continued to gradually increase her strokes while playfully tonguing my dick. All the while her brother moved around getting all different angles of the action. Amber played to the camera, looking at it, looking up at me. She would dramatically slide her mouth off my prick to show the glistening head to the lens. When she could she would smile a lot, and fondle my balls with her free hand. Finally came the moment of truth. Would I allow myself to come on camera? Of course I would. But there is always just a little doubt. Fortunately I didn't have to deal with it right away; Amber was squeezing my dick at the base, delaying me. She continued slurping, allowing the camera to catch saliva dripping from my cock. Amber also tried several times to take all of me in. Only the smallest cocks can fit entirely in a mouth. Amber couldn't have had much experience deep throating. She kept trying to actually swallow my cock. But the pulsating of her mouth around my shaft was excruciatingly satisfying. After a few more minutes of slurping on my cock, Amber decided it was time to unleash me. "Where do you want to come?" The look on her face was like a plea. Then I remembered the camera she was playing to. "On my face? On my tits? Or in my mouth?" Tough decision. "Face," I gasped eager for the release. Amber loosened her grip, and immediately I shuddered. The lack of orgasm, even arousal, over the past week, combined with Amber's ministrations left me with a huge load to dish out. I had to grab the ceiling beams for support as waves washed over me. Amber jerked me onto her face, and spurt after spurt of thick white come leaped from my cock to her visage. The feeling seemed to last for hours, all the while more of me poured out to wash Amber clean. When I last seemed to be running out of come, I gazed at my lover's face. It was absolutely dripping with come. It covered her face like some kind of skin cream. She tried to open her mouth to speak, but caught a mouthful of come instead. Her eyes were closed because her sockets were full. It dribbled from her nose, her chin. With her head tilted back, the come on her forehead was running in rivulets down the canals in her hair. "W -," she started but was cut off by another mouthful of come. Underneath her mask of come I could see her smile. Then Amber shocked me by playing with it. She rubbed it into her skin on her neck, her chest and tits. She scooped it out of her eye sockets and sucked her fingers clean. She licked her lips, opened her eyes and smiled for the camera. Then she stood and did some more posing and playing for the camera. I saw a flash. Our cameraman had a still camera and was taking happy snaps. Then both the cameras were set aside, and Amber sauntered off to the bathroom. "Back in a minute," she said sweetly. I was completely dumbstruck. Had I just done that? I cast my gaze around to get a grip on reality. Yes indeed, I had just done that. I felt queer, but rather elated as well. I was interrupted by the sound of Amber's brother fiddling with the camera. "Did you get that?" I asked, half worried that such a momentous occasion should be lost forever. He only nodded. He also looked very awe struck. Maybe I was his new hero. "Am I beautiful?" Amber's voice floated into my space. I gazed at her, and she did indeed look beautiful. She never had before, but then again, I had never covered her face with come before. I gazed long at her round curves, her large breasts. I had another erection. I must be crazy, for the previous week I had been unable to become aroused, but now I was hornier than a rock star. "Do you want it on the bed or on the couch?" she asked me. I looked at her dumbly. "You're obviously ready to go, so where do you want to do it?" she made a point of glancing at my crotch. "Uh, where do you normally do it?" I asked. I was vainly trying to maintain conversation. I thought that if I waited, maybe I could escape, maybe I could let my regular self come to the fore. It was, sadly, not to be. "Well let's do it on the couch then shall we," Amber's tone of voice showed that it was not a question. With that she set about preparing the couch. It was longer than my body, and it was also very deep. So when Amber laid herself back her neck was curved up by the backrest, but her hips were at the edge of the seat. I noticed that her brother had already started the recording. "First thing," Amber said," you eat my pussy, make me come. Just once is enough." She laughed a little, and her tits jiggled. Unable to control myself, I knelt between her knees. Before me lay a golden jewel, a beautiful pussy. She had shaved it bald, and her lips were swollen red with blood. I felt strangely satisfied that it was me causing that arousal. Her cunt was glistening, dripping her lubricants, her clit peeking proudly from under its hood. Amber sucked in breath as I bent and gently flicked her clit with my tongue. "Ooooh, good start," she moaned. "Keep it coming," she continued moaning. Trying not to waste time I placed my whole mouth over her cunt, French kissing it, and slathering my saliva about her lips. "Mmmhhmm, ahhhhah, ooohohoo," she sounded with unintelligible syllables. I used every trick I had with Katrina and Amanda, sucking her clit, nibbling it, sucking her pussy. All in an effort to get her off quickly and powerfully. I don't know if Amber was overdoing it for the camera, but it was very obvious when she was approaching climax. "MmoohahhhgoodGodahhfuckmeshitowahoooh," she soared upwards in pitch, screaming her top note with a violent shudder, her entire body shaking and quivering. She continued in that fashion for a minute or two. Shaking, allowing her tits to bob furiously. Her belly and thighs rippled with each wave of her pleasure. Amber made lots of pleased sounds, cooing softly, smiling for the camera. Gently rubbing her swollen cunt, murmuring something about "great" and "fantastic" and so forth. Then suddenly the effect was broken. "Time for you to fuck me," she ordered, getting into a slightly more comfortable coital position. "Wait a minute, what about a condom?" I asked. "You don't need one, I'm clean you know," Amber sounded defensive. "Well, I'd feel more comfortable wearing one." "Okay," she said, reaching to a table beside the couch. "Ribbed, studded, or plain?" she said, fanning out condom packages. "Just plain will do," I said. "Oooh," she said playfully. "That monster of yours going to be enough is it?" She tossed me a plain one, laughing. Slightly embarrassed, I sheathed my still solid dick. Amber grabbed a tube of lubricant off the table and squeezed some onto her hand. "Come here," she demanded. Amber reached out to grasp my tool, rubbing lubricant up and down, pulling me closer to her. She leaned back onto the couch, this time her shoulders were supported by the backrest. She stuck her legs in the air, wide apart, to allow me access from above. With her small hands, she guided me to her red pussy. I plunged in with gusto. "Ooooh, my that feels good," she purred. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and I began thrusting. Amber looked beautiful from my position. Sure my position was in her cunt, but seeing her breasts bounce with my motions was astounding. The way her position crunched her stomach, the way she looked up at my face, and down at my cock. Harem Ch. 4 For the whole night after my encounter with Amber, I couldn’t stop thinking about her body, and her slutty attitude. I couldn’t believe just how much it turned me on. I couldn’t get to sleep because Amber just kept running through my mind. I woke the next morning with a very stiff cock. I was distracted at work all the following day. My employer complained, but since I usually work very well, I didn’t get fired. When I returned home in the evening – still thinking about the previous afternoon – there was a package sitting at my front door. It was from Amber. It didn’t look like it had been posted so she must have dropped it off during the day. Very anxiously I carried it inside and ripped it open. Inside were four tapes and a wad of cash with a note saying – “Five hundred wasn’t enough”. I clambered to insert one of the videos into my VCR. It was one of her compilations, with various shower scenes, dildo playing and fingering. All highly arousing. I slotted in the next one, it was her “day in the life” thing, which had her showering and shaving her pussy in the morning, frigging herself while sitting at a desk, and coming home to her vibrator in the afternoon. Immensely turned on I whacked in the third one. It was her second compilation tape, with unfortunately similar material. Not that it didn’t keep me hard. Finally I came to the unexplained fourth tape. I was quite shocked to find that it was a recording of our fuck session from the previous day. I marvelled at my come flying from my dick to land on her face, and the way she played with it. I was mesmerised by the sight of my dick ploughing into both of her holes. Most of all I was surprised to find that the whole thing lasted just over forty-five minutes! I had no idea that I could go for so long. But it was strange in that it seemed so long yet so short when it actually happened. I guess it was one of those time-perception things. Still recovering from the shock of watching myself have sex on camera, I didn’t at first notice that there was a large envelope in the box. Upon opening it I discovered that it was still photographs. The photographs from the previous day; big glossy pictures of Amber’s come covered face and her sweaty body being pounded by yours truly. The whole episode was mind boggling. Plain old Amber just had so much of an impact on me in just one afternoon! But eating the pussies of two absolutely gorgeous girls didn’t even get me aroused? Even though I understood the reason, it was still quite confusing to me. Anyway, later that night I got a call from Amber. “You’re going to make me a lot of money,” she said before I could say “hello”. “What?” I asked bewildered. “I said, “you’re going to make me a lot of money”. I just talked to my publisher and he’s going to make a shitload of copies of our little movie. More copies of all my other tapes put together! He thinks that it is going to sell like hot cakes! Isn’t that the best news you ever heard?!” she screamed at me over the phone. “No, not really!” I cried out. “I’m not totally wild about the idea of thousands of people seeing me fuck!” I was slightly hysterical. After all, I didn’t really think about what would happen to the tape. “But you’re going to be my partner,” Amber said, placating me. “What? Partner? What!?” “Well you did make the tape, you know. It wouldn’t be the same without you. We’re going to be rich! You understand? Rich!” she sounded like she was on the verge of having a fit. “What? Rich? How?” I rambled trying to get a word in. “You’re going to get shares in the film, it’s partly yours. We are going to make a lot of money off it. My publisher thinks that it’s going to sell really big, and then they’ll want more of you, and that magic cock of yours. They’ll want me to be fucked in a whole range of positions and locations. It’s going to be great! I just wanted to let you know. I’ll call you back in a few days okay? Bye.” And with that the conversation was over, she hung up. Seeing as I was unable to get a word in edgewise I just thought I’d wait for her to call in a few days, then maybe she’d be a bit calmer. But in the meantime, the thought of Amber gave me another raging erection. ********** Friday afternoon rolled around, and I was looking forward to a bit of normality, and an evening of video watching. But Fate had it in for me. I got a call around three p.m. “Hello, remember me? It’s Courtney, from school remember?” Sure I remembered. How could I not when the recent weeks of my life had been nothing but trips down memory lane before trips down a very different lane? “Hi Courtney,” I said. Courtney always had been there, just like Amber. But Courtney had usually been a bit friendlier to me. “What can I do for you?” Why I bothered to ask I don’t know, I could tell what was coming. “I saw Katrina the other day,” she said, somewhat excited. “Yes?” I prompted her. “Are you doing anything tonight?” “I imagine that I will soon have plans,” I said so coolly that I began to think that I was really getting into the whole thing. “Do you think, that you and I can have dinner tonight? Something a little romantic?” That I didn’t expect. She sounded like she wanted the real thing: dinner, dancing, all that stuff. “Are you sure it’s not too late for that?” I was definitely getting into it. “I already have reservations, but, my boyfriend and I had a pretty serious argument. But fuck him! I want to have fun tonight. And from what Katrina told me, you are very good at making an evening fun.” Oh yeah, this would be an interesting night. I didn’t think that she wanted sex. It sounded like she wanted to work it out with her boyfriend, but she was just angry with him at the moment. “Okay then. Where do you live? I’ll pick you up.” She seemed ecstatic when she gave me the details, her address, the time of the reservation. She made it all the trivial things sound exciting. It certainly seemed like it was going to be an interesting evening. Seeing as I only had a few hours, I started getting ready immediately. Courtney said that it was a very fancy restaurant, so dress nicely. I don’t why I didn’t wonder at the time about how Courtney was able to afford such a classy dinner. But maybe she was rich and I didn’t know it. I showered quite thoroughly and dressed in an actual suit. Tie, jacket, the works. Although it was really the only good suit that I had. After making sure I was immaculate and checking that I had all my recently acquired cash, it was time to get my date. It was a good thing that I allowed myself a little leeway because Courtney’s house was difficult to find. But it was well worth the effort. When Courtney descended her front steps, I was at a total loss. She had always looked rather pretty, but now she was striking. Her hair had been coiffed marvellously; make-up was minimal but tasteful. And her dress was sheer black, with spaghetti straps. It was thin, but not quite transparent, so the tops her stockings couldn’t be seen, but the faint outline of her g-string could be. Of course she wasn’t wearing a bra, but the dress had slightly thicker portions obscuring her nipples, so that it wasn’t lewd in any way. With my eyes on her breasts, I noticed that they appeared to be a little larger than I remembered. “Hey, are you okay?” she said breaking me from my reverie. She had the cutest smile. “Yeah, fine. You look incredible!” While I may have only been slightly overstating, she did indeed look great, and I thought she should know. “Thanks. You look quite fancy yourself,” she smiled again, and giggled. Courtney always used to giggle. “You’re ready?” she asked. I nodded emphatically and signalled to my car. I even did the gentlemanly thing of opening her door for her. On the drive to the restaurant, we caught up on each other’s lives over the past two years. It seemed that neither of us had terribly much to say. We were both leading pretty ordinary lives. Courtney did let slip the fact that her current boyfriend was the guy she’d been seeing in school. I was surprised that their relationship had lasted that long. “I don’t really want to talk about it,” she half sulked. While I didn’t want to be pushy, I did feel it necessary to make an observation. “It seems like you need to talk about it,” I said. “Maybe,” she replied. “Talking is something that we’ve never been very good at. That’s probably why we’re still together.” “Do you mean that you’re problems don’t get aired, and therefore never resolved?” I was starting to sound like a marriage counsellor. “Something like that,” she said. “I don’t think that we were ever right for each other, but neither of us ever says so. So we just end up acting on routine,” she seemed to be getting close to tears, so I decided to try and steer her in a different direction. But I wasn’t very successful, so we drove in silence until we reached the restaurant. It was quite a fancy restaurant, and it was also a rather popular night. But despite that we were seated quickly. “I’m told they do an excellent seafood platter here,” Courtney said. I just nodded and decided to let her order since she had obviously been intending to go there for a special evening and I thought why spoil it for her? I can’t really remember what it was she ordered for us. I only remember that it was delicious and it went down very well. Courtney also had a fair amount to drink during the entree and the main course. I also had a decent amount myself, but I was sure that I could handle it. It did serve one useful purpose though, and that was to make her more talkative. “He’s just so much of an asshole. But he’s also a really big wimp. It’s so annoying, he gets angry about how pathetic his life is – he says that to my face you know – then he just says sorry and runs off to get drunk with his friends. When he comes back and I ask him what he’s been doing he just says “nothing” and passes out.” “So,” I said slowly, “he’s really selfish, and he’s also never there? Is that right?” “Pretty much,” she slurred, obviously getting drunk herself. “Sometimes I expect that, out of anger, he’ll say that he’s been fucking some whore somewhere. But he’s just too much of a pussy to fuck anything. God, sometimes I hate him,” she finished under her breath. Our waiter came to remove our plates and lay out the cutlery for dessert. Then a small band of musicians that I hadn’t noticed started playing some slow dance music. I had an idea. “Would you like to dance?” I asked her. “Oh, I’m not a very good dancer.” “Neither am I. Come on, we’ll both learn together.” “Give me a minute, okay? I just have to freshen up a bit.” With that she unsteadily stood up and headed for the bathroom. It was nearly ten minutes before she returned. “Okay, shall we?” she said. Thankfully the music was still slow so there was no risk of us tripping over each other. In the interests of actually dancing properly, I of course had my hand on Courtney’s waist. For some strange reason something felt out of place. It took me two songs to figure out that I couldn’t feel the elastic band of her underwear. I must have been running my hand up and down her hips because she pulled me in closer and whispered to me. “They’re in my handbag.” Then she settled herself very close to me, and our movements became simple rocking motions around the dance floor. Then gradually she began pushing her pelvis into mine as we moved. And despite having had a bit to drink I was very easily aroused. “Courtney,” I said somewhat tentatively, “are you sure that’s a good idea?” She sighed and let up a little, but she still clung very close to me. Our dancing position turned into a very drawn out hug. It seemed like hours later when the band announced that they were done, and it was time for dessert. The way Courtney looked into my eyes as the crowd parted around us, I was sure she was going to kiss me. She came very close, but my recalcitrance put her off, I think. Back at our table, dessert was waiting. It was something very rich and I’m sure that a lot of alcohol was used to make it. “Seems we weren’t bad dancers after all,” Courtney said when we were finished. I didn’t say anything. We were silent while our desserts were cleared and we were served coffee and port. It was quite a fancy place we were eating at. We were silent until I realised that I was too drunk to drive. “I think we should take a cab,” I said very innocuously. I made the call and Courtney and I waited outside for the cab. “What’s wrong?” she said, sounding very upset at the silence. “I’m just not sure that it’s a good idea while you’re still struggling with your current relationship.” I’m surprised that I sounded that coherent after that many drinks. “Oh shit, you shouldn’t act like such a pansy, you remind me of him,” she spat. “I’m not being a pansy, I’m being a gentleman!” “Is that your way of saying you don’t wanna fuck me. I know better. All I’ve heard about you recently is how much of a sex machine you are!” “Courtney, keep it down!” “God, I can’t believe I tried to…” she let the thought drop as our cab pulled up. Her house was closer so I directed the driver there. Courtney and I rode in silence. When we got to her house I decided that I should escort her to her door, but she just sat down on her front step and put her head in her hands. I went back and paid the driver. Committed to making the evening work out I decided to stay with Courtney. When the cab drove off, Courtney looked up and seemed surprised and relieved that I was still there. She stood, again unsteadily, and wrapped her arms around me. “Thank you,” she said. “I’m sorry.” Then I kissed her, nice and gentle, and she relaxed so much that I had to hold her up. She took my hand and led me up to her door. While she was searching her bag for the key she pulled out her g-string that she’d stashed there. She offered them to me. “You want these?” she giggled. I took them, also laughing and stuffed them into my jacket. “Thanks, I’m honoured,” I said. She found her key and we were inside. She led me through the house to the kitchen, without turning on any lights. When she opened the fridge she looked surprisingly striking, and I could see her nipples through her dress. “You want a drink?” she turned to me. I just smiled and she took that as a yes and handed me a beer. While she was digging around in the fridge for her own drink I noticed that she was bending in such a way as to show her ass to me. I also noticed that she was taking her time grabbing herself a drink. Obviously a little drunk and now more willing to act a little out of character, I walked up to her and began caressing her soft cheeks though her dress. “Is that how gentlemen behave?” Courtney laughed at me. The shock of her statement caused me to recoil. She stood straight, “there’s no need to stop,” she said. She closed the fridge door and I couldn’t see anything. Then she was suddenly next to me, her lips planted on mine. It happened so quickly that I almost dropped the beer bottle. The kiss lasted only a few seconds but it had an urgency that our first kiss lacked. When our lips parted Courtney continued down my neck, fumbling with the buttons on my shirt. Eventually she exposed my chest and began planting heavy kisses all over me. I felt awkward trying to cradle her head with one hand while clutching a beer in the other. While kissing my stomach Courtney worked at undoing my belt and trousers. When she had my pants down she nestled her head against my crotch. I hadn’t realised that I already had an erection. Courtney rubbed my prick through my underwear before she pulled them down, fully exposing me. Had I not been drunk, I would have stopped a long time before the evening turned dirty. But when she looked up at me as her mouth wrapped around the head of my dick, I just felt that I had to do everything that I had always wanted to do with a girl. The alcohol helped to delay me from orgasm as Courtney gave me what felt like an expert blowjob. She did all the little tricks, playing her tongue over the head, jerking my shaft, and fondling my balls all at the same time. But I still felt awkward holding the beer in one hand and cradling her head in the other. After a few minutes of blowjob bliss, I asked Courtney to stand up. When she did I made to lift her onto the nearby bench top. She shuddered when the cold bottle touched her thigh. I sat her on the bench and went to my knees. I started by kissing her legs, only then remembering that she was wearing stockings. Then I lightly pushed her knees apart, taking a moment to gaze at her dark crevice before moving my lips to her thighs. I pushed her dress up to allow what little light there was to reveal her pussy to me. I don’t know how far she originally intended this night to go, but unlike the other girls, she had done no preparation of her pubic hair. It was however matted by a fair amount of moisture, making it a little less bushy than it would normally appear. I continued my kisses on her thighs, moving closer, then lightly blowing into her thatch of hair. She shuddered again. But her sitting position was not allowing me access to her clit. So I stood up, coming face to face with Courtney, finding her eyes glazed over, from either alcohol or lust. I bent in and placed kisses on her neck, then moving down her chest until I arrived at the top of her dress. All the while I was trying to slide my hand under her legs to try and stimulate her. She squirmed about, eventually leaning into me, lifting her ass off the bench. When my hands went under her, so did the beer bottle. I set it on the bench to allow my hands to grasp her ass cheeks. My fingers found her wet centre. Spreading her lips wide, I eased her down onto the bench, and the beer bottle. Courtney shivered and shuddered and gasped as the neck slid into her hole. The way her butt quivered in my hands only made me ease her further onto the bottle. She continued to shiver as the cold bottle slid into her. Right down to the bench she went, taking in the whole bottle. With a shaking hand she reached down to grasp my cock while I gently lifted her on and off the bench, sliding her onto the bottle. “It’s cold,” she whispered to me as she held me tight. I just kissed her in response. While I was making Courtney fuck the bottle, my fingers found her asshole. Without a second thought I started pushing my finger into it. She gasped and squirmed a bit, but I relentlessly pressed into her ass. After she grew accustomed to my finger and the bottle, I think she came. She only shuddered lightly, but it felt like orgasm to me. “You like that? It feels good?” I found myself saying. Why, I don’t know. She nodded and whimpered. She was still gently playing with my cock, so she must have been okay. I picked her up; making sure the bottle didn’t fall out of her very slippery pussy, and manoeuvred her onto the kitchen table. I laid her back on the table, and finding that my eyes were very well adjusted to the light, bent to examine her cunt. I saw that she had sucked in the whole bottle, her lips were wrapped around the base. I twiddled her clit just a little and she shook with a more obvious orgasm. Then I prised her lips apart and after several attempts I was able to remove the very slippery beer bottle. I was surprised to find it still cold, since Courtney seemed to be very hot. I sucked on the neck, tasting her juice, then I cracked open the bottle and took a swig. It was then that I was hit with a slightly perverse idea. Trying not to spill any beer, I pushed the neck back into her very tight hole. I was again surprised, by how Courtney’s lips formed a tight seal around it. When the neck was all the way in I inverted the bottle, and poured the entire contents into her with very little spillage.