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School's In

By: Azuldrgon



I had a major crush on you during my senior year. I would spend all my time in history watching you walk away from me in those tight skirts you wore and glancing at your chest which looked like they were suffocating under those blouses you wore. I would spend countless lunches after history hiding in my car to relieve myself of the sexual tension you would give me. I always wondered what sex with you would be like, but in all my eighteen and a half years, I never had anyone who gave me the chance. That was until that one day. 

I walk into the classroom and spy you there sitting behind the desk. I notice you are wearing a blue blazer jacket over a white frilly blouse. Your blouse appeared to be undone down to the second button. wasn't buttoned from what looked like the first two buttons down. You are reading over what my history textbook had contained when you confiscated it from me during class. You saw me looking at it intently during the lecture on the war between the states, with my eyes bulging. It was then that you sneaked up and looked over my shoulder to see the beautiful picture of Tera Patrick, naked, hidden inside. You told me to meet you after school to go over my punishment. 

Now I stand before the desk as you are looking at the book. I do not notice that one hand is hidden from view. I stand there for five minutes, waiting for some acknowledgment of my presence. You finally look up with a glazed look in your eyes, glasses halfway down your nose, pretty green eyes looking through your auburn hair. You clear you throat quickly. 

"So, what was this doing in your history book?" You ask, showing me the picture I had in my possession earlier.

I start to stammer when you rise up. I catch a glimpse of your blouse as it flies open quickly. Turns out the blouse wasn't buttoned at all. You walk around me towards the door, closing and locking it. You pull down the shade and proceed to turn off all of the lights until only the emergency lighting remain. As you walk towards me, I notice the slight bounce in your step. You sit on the side of your desk, crossing your legs, your skirt riding up a little. 

"So, what assets does this hussy have that a sensible woman like me doesn't?" 

As you ask this question, you slowly slip off the blazer. I try not to stare but it's hard not to. I estimate that you wear at least a double D cup. They look firm, shapely, and toned. Every fiber of my being wants to grab them and start munching on them like I have seen in all of the movies. Yet, I maintain my composure. 

"What do you think? Are they bigger than Tera's? " you ask as you slip off your blouse. 

You start to tease your nipples in front of me. Even with the loose jeans I am wearing, it is hard to hide the sudden bulge that appears seemingly out of nowhere.

"Now, now. I know you have a crush on me. You've been looking at my legs since the first day of school. You do all your homework and before today, I've never heard a peep out of you. Now it is time to see what you really think of me." 

You start to spread your legs wide and show me your naked pussy. I've never seen a pussy in person before, much less one that was shaven. You start to lick your lips as I stand there shocked. 

"Let's see," you start to say. The first part of your punishment is that you need to sit in that chair and let me play in front of you." 

I sit down, not sure what to expect. You slowly bend over in front of me so I get a good look at your rear as you pull your skirt down. Here I sit, in front of the hottest teacher in school, watching as she gets completely naked in front of me. You sit on the desk and lean back as one hand continues to pull on your nipples. The other is rubbing your clit slowly as I start to see your fingers glisten. 

"I couldn't wait for you. I had to get started before you got here." 

I see you arch your back as you start to moan. Both of your hands are now rubbing harder. You moan louder until I hear you cum. You raise up and notice the wet spot developing on the crotch of my jeans. You bend over in front of me and start to lick at the spot. It is then I notice the little hoops on your nipples and the black tongue ring inside your mouth. 

"Notice my pierced nipples and tongue? I have a secret. I strip up in DC when I am not here. It helps to pay the bills and my hubby is clueless about it. He hasn't given me a good stiff one in years. I have even had to resort to fucking women so I could get myself off. You'll be my first cock in six months." 

You lick at my jeans again 

"Are you are still a virgin? This tastes like first spunk to me." 

This news seems to excite you. You open my zipper and pull me out before rubbing your tongue ring up and down my shaft. 

"I'm going to teach you how a man should treat a hot ass like mine." 

You start to suck me harder as you use your mouth like a vacuum to get me hard. I want to cum, but you grab the base of my dick before it happens. 

"You are not going to do it that easily." 

With that, you get off of me and sit on the desk again. You tell me to come forward and start biting your nipples. I start gently until you pull my hair.

"Bite harder."

You seem to take great pleasure in my uneducated licks. Before long, you push my head down to your vagina and I start to lick. My buddies always told me a woman tastes like fish, but your pussy hints more towards the flavor of berries. I start to lick more as you moan louder. I feel your pussy get wetter as you have yet another climax. 

You sit me down again and take off my belt. You walk behind me and tie my hands to the chair. You start to rub that beautiful ass into my crotch until I return to the hardness you had me at before. I feel your hand guide my prick into your wetness and rub it a little. You moan about ". . .how wonderful virgin cock feels".

You slide me in. I see your butt rub against my legs as you ride me. It takes only a few minutes for me to cum inside you. 

You jump off and start to lick me again. You taste your own juices mingling with mine. You start that sucking motion again as you start to rub your ass, You get me hard again and turn to ride me a second time. This time, you enter me into your tight ass. It takes a second to get use to the tightness. Then you are riding me, leaning back, your mouth kissing my cheek. You reach around and undo the belt so I can touch your breasts. I do so and you moan louder than before.

You get off of me suddenly and tell me to start pulling myself. As I do, you get on your knees in front of me and stick out your tongue. You lick my balls as I stroke until a shot of cum flies out. You place your mouth over my rod and start to suck harder. I feel you drain me for all that I am worth. I fall backwards into the chair and feel you sit on my lap. You kiss my cheeks and neck. 

"You are a very good student," you tell me as you start to clean me up. "If you want more punishment, you go to this place tonight. I'll be waiting. " 

You hand me a card with an address on it before going behind your desk, put your clothes back on, straighten up and get your things together. 

"Oh, by the way. You were the best student to ever fuck me. I mean it." 

You grin as I sneak out the door, wondering how I got so lucky. 

I would love to give you details about that night, but that's another story altogether.

School's In Session



Lauren took her time getting ready that morning. She carefully chose her outfit, standing in front of her closet for what seemed like hours. She stood in her lacy underwear, fingering them lightly, glad she could still feel feminine under the amour of professionalism she would be forced to wear.

She finally chose a navy blue suit with matching pumps, deciding against wearing a shirt under her jacket. The neckline dipped a little with the promise of revealing a little too much. In spite of herself, she positioned it to prevent it from slipping and exposing her bra. It would be nice to show her softer side, but she couldn't, not to a roomful of hormone-raging young boys.

She had just graduated from college and was eager to jump into the workforce head-on. She'd taken this job as a substitute teacher at an all boys prep school to get her feet wet. She eventually hoped to get her masters degree and work on the college level. But first things first, she had to get through her first day. 

When she was finally dressed, she gave herself a last once-over, straightening her glasses and smoothing her hair back tighter into its bun. Satisfied, she headed out the door, briefcase in tow. She was very nervous as she drove in, wondering what she was in store for. 

Once she got to the school, she checked in at the office and headed to her assigned room. She quickly read over the lesson plan, almost wishing there was more to do. She closed her eyes and relaxed, calming herself before the boys arrived. She wasn't sure how long she had been sitting like that when she felt someone watching her.

Her eyes flew open and she sat up quickly, her eyes focusing on a boy sitting in the back of the room.

"Have a nice sleep?" he joked, flashing a brilliant set of teeth, dimples dotting his full cheeks. He was gorgeous! Even across the room she could see his hazel eyes and dark curly hair. His lips were full and pink. She was so drawn into him she forgot to respond.

"Uh, no, I wasn't sleeping-"

"Sure. Just don't do it during class. No telling what could happen."

"Yeah I guess you're right," she murmured, wondering if she imagined the secret gleam in his eyes. She looked down quickly, trying to focus on the lesson plans. She reminded herself that though it had been a while, she couldn't allow herself to get desperate enough to start fantasizing about teenaged boys. By the time she looked up again, more boys were filing in and the room was almost full.

When the bell rang she gave the boys their assignment, reading a book while they worked silently. She would look up momentarily from time to time to make sure they were working.

She looked once to find the boy in the back watching her. He sat with his pen in his mouth, staring at her wistfully. She watched him for a moment, about to ask if he needed something when she noticed his tongue flick out and hit the top of the pen, flicking it in and out quickly. 

Lauren looked away, her face growing hot. She must have seen him incorrectly, though she hoped not. He really was fine, even if he was too young. She shook it off and went back to her book. 

The next day, Lauren went back to the school, dressed again in a sensible suit. Once again the boy, whose name she'd found out was Charlie, once again sat in the back of the room. Today he sat openly watching her during most of the class period, periodically looking down long enough to jot something down on his notebook. Lauren shifted uncomfortably in her seat, getting turned on in spite of herself. She had to get herself under control! She couldn't let this kid do this to her!

She looked up meeting his eyes squarely. He leaned back, smiling slightly and placing his pen in his mouth again, flicking the tip with his tongue again, only faster. She had to take control of the situation and fast.

She stood slowly, walking back to where the boy sat. She bent slowly, trying not to notice as his eyes slipped down her shirt, then back up to her eyes again.

"Is there anything you need help with?"

"Well…"

"I mean you seem to be having problems with your schoolwork."

"I'm not having any problems with it. See for yourself," he said, motioning to his paper. She leaned in closer to look at his paper, noticing his eyes slipping inside her shirt once again. She hadn't taken the great pains to hide her bra today. She knew he could see it and not only did it not bother her, it excited her beyond belief. She glanced at his paper on which he'd written: "How about some after school detention?" She straightened herself up, trying to calm herself down enough to speak.

"Very funny Mr. Felder. Please just do your work. If you have any questions I'll be up front. She reached her desk as steadily as she could, the boy's words rolling in her head. So he was interested! She sat at her desk, sneaking a look at the boy who had settled into his schoolwork. He looked up just in time to catch the secret smile she flashed him before disappearing behind a book on the phases of the moon. He smiled to himself before settling back into his work. 

Lauren went back to the school the next day with a new resolve. She didn't know what she was afraid of. He wanted her as much as she wanted him. He was younger than her, but not by that much. He was eighteen after all. She made sure to check his records that morning before coming to class. If she was going to do this, she at least wanted to make sure she wasn't committing a crime. When she got to class she announced that it was her last day. She brushed off the obligatory responses, putting the boys right to work, avoiding Charlie who she could feel watching her. As the boys settled in to work, she snuck a look at him. He was watching her with his pen in his mouth again. He slowly smiled at her secretly, writing something down on his notepad and looking back up at her. She slowly licked her lips, trying not to appear too eager.

She focused on her book on how the moon affects behavior. She felt there must be a full moon coming out later that night because she could feel that she was about to do something completely outside her character.

She slowly waited a beat and finally pushed herself up out of her chair, slowly walking up and down each of the aisles, pretending to examine each of the boy's papers. She didn't really care whether or not they had done their work. There was only one paper she cared to see.

She finally made it to Charlie's desk and paused, taking a deep breath when she saw the same message from the day before scrawled on his paper. "Mr. Felder, just because I'm not going to be here tomorrow doesn't mean you can get away with work like this. You know better. Here I'll get you started," she said, noting a time of 3:30 next to his request.

"You're right Ms. Means. Can't get over on you." 

"Maybe you can get off on me," she said, walking slowly back to her desk.

After school Lauren sat at her desk, contemplating leaving. She could probably be arrested for this. What would his mother say if she knew? What would her mother say? All of her questions died on her lips when he walked into the room.

His eyes sparkled as he took her in, his eyes sliding slowly up her legs which were exposed by her miniskirt. She slowly uncrossed them, flashing her panties momentarily before crossing them again. Her suit jacket hung on the chair behind her and her silk blouse was open to the area between her breasts, exposing a little of her bra. A pulse of heat rushed through him as he shifted his weight to allow room for her ever-expanding penis. Her hair, released from its tight bun, exploded in wild curls over her shoulders and landed over one eye.

She stood as he walked in, taking in his curly dark hair, those beautiful eyes, and his school uniform which looked a little rumpled. His coat was wrinkled and his top button on his shirt was unbuttoned, his tie loosened. He was adorable! She leaned against her desk as he walked up to her, stopping just before her.

"So I guess I've been a bad boy huh?"

"You sure have," she said, eyeing him up and down, smiling at the bulge in his pants. "And now you'll have to pay."

"Oh no don't punish me," he joked, pulling her close and kissing her deeply, running his hands up and down her back, his lips quickly sliding down to her neck.

"Hey slow down!" she said, pushing him back. "Don't be so eager," she said, teasing him.

"But I can't help it. You're so hot-" he reached for her but she stepped out of his reach, smiling.

"Now who is the teacher here?"

"You are."

"Good. Now that we've established who is in charge, we can begin. I want you to undress slowly until I tell you to stop." Lauren sat on the edge of the desk, her legs spread slightly, her arms crossed.

He began to pull at his tie. "Uh-huh, slowly," she said, delighted by the frustrated look on his face. She pulled him close by the tie, kissing him deeply. "It turns me on to see your naked flesh. It looks even better little by little," she said huskily, kissed him again, slowly running her tongue over his lips when they finished. "Now continue," she said, leaning against her desk again.

He slowly untied his tie, watching her intently. He let it slide to the floor, not taking his eyes off her. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, undoing the cuffs and slowly sliding it off. He reached for his belt when she stopped him. "Waiit! I want to see you feel yourself."

"Excuse me?"

"Your chest, feel your chest." He looked skeptical. "Please?" she asked, widening her legs and reaching between them. "It would get me so hot!" He didn't say anything. He slowly began to run his hands over his muscular arms, sliding them down to his stomach which was a rippling six pack. He looked uncomfortable so Lauren raised her skirt to her waist, raising one leg so her heel rested on the desk, exposing her satin panties and a peek of pubic hair. He breathed deep, getting into his self-massage when he saw how much she was enjoying it. He started breathing heavy, massaging his chest harder, even pinching the nipples, getting turned on by her moans.

"Okay, now the pants," she nearly whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. He opened his eyes halfway, happy to see her caressing herself, hardly able to wait until he would be able to do that.

He slowly undid his belt, unbuttoning his pants. She gasped, digging her fingers deeper into her wet pussy, raising them to her mouth to lick them. He groaned, sliding down his zipper then stopping suddenly, watching as her eyes became glued on his crotch. He suddenly realized he had the power at that moment.

"What's wrong? Keep going!" she said, her voice desperate with desire.

"Why don't you finish for me?" he said.

"I want to watch you do it."

"But I want you to."

"Come on," she nearly pleaded. "You're making me lose it. I was almost there."

"Oh well…"

"Okay," she said finally, walking over to him and kissing him, sliding his pants down and grabbing his cock, rubbing it hard.

"See now was that so hard?" he said against her lips. 

"Maybe not, but I can see you are," she said, kissing him again and turning him around, pushing him against the desk. She kissed her way down his chest, kneeling in front of him and looking up to smile wickedly at his surprised expression.

She slowly pulled his boxer shorts down, fully exposing his rigid cock which stood fully at attention. She pulled his clothes off completely so that he stood naked in front of her, shaking with desire. She stood, eyeing him fully. He looked self-conscious, for once looking like the young boy he was. She walked over to the door and pulled down the shade. She was glad the shades on the window were already down. It was one less thing to keep her from devouring him as quickly as possible.

She walked back over to him, unbuttoning her shirt as she went. By the time she reached him she had it off and stood in front of him in her lace bra and skirt. Her full breasts nearly burst out of the bra and he buried his face in them when she got close enough. He moved her bra aside a little, nibbling at her breasts. She let him suck for a little while then pulled away, smiling at his bewildered expression. She was killing him! He just wished she would get down to it.

She stood watching him for a moment. Young boy flesh! She couldn't wait to lick him from head to toe. She raised her hand to her mouth, licking it until it was moist. She then jammed her tongue into his mouth and took his penis in her hand, stroking it slowly. He moaned against her mouth, squirming against her hand which was working him over pretty good. Her lips slid down his body, slowly replacing her hand.

He drew in his breath sharply, letting it out in a shudder as her head moved back and forth on him slowly, turning him on beyond belief. He held her hair in one hand so he could watch her, getting even more turned on as he watched as most of his dick disappeared into her moist wet mouth.

He groaned loudly as she drew back, sliding her teeth lightly up his shaft. Her head descended again as her hands slid up to his stomach, caressing the muscles there as she sucked harder, finally coming up for air. Her eyes met his as she slowly stroked him with her hand. She smiled as she saw the look of helpless runaway desire on his face.

She took him in her mouth again, watching him as she sucked him like a pro. He threw his head back, shaking again with desire. Seeing he was close to coming, she stood, letting him suck her breasts for a moment. She then kissed him and pushed him back so that he lay on the desk, bending over him to take him in her mouth again. She lifted his dick to suck his balls, surprising and turning him on so much he suddenly shot a load all over himself. 

"I'm , I'm sorry," he said, his voice shaking as he stared down at himself in amazement.

"It's okay baby, I'll take care of it," she said, reaching into her pocketbook and getting a wet nap. She gently cleaned him up, tossing the towel in the trash. "Sorry but I don't swallow, but you're still clean as ever now. All better, " she cooed, kissing his penis which had grown rock hard again as she cleaned it. Oh the joys of youth!

She slowly rose as he lay on the desk completely naked. She pulled up her skirt, pulling off her underwear and sliding down on him slowly. Heaven! He was so smooth! So young and smooth. She rode him slowly, grinding her snatch down on him as deeply as she could. He reached up and quickly unsnapped her bra, freeing her breasts and covering them quickly with his hands as she slowly continued to ride him. 

He slowly slid up into a sitting position, sliding down to the edge of the desk, holding her ass in his hands and guiding her up and down on his pole, groaning as she rammed herself into him, wrapping her legs around his waist, wrapping her arms around his neck and throwing her head back, pushing her hips into him with all of her might, shuddering as an orgasm ripped through her. His lips clamped on her breasts, biting her nipples and driving her wild.

"Why don't we move this into a more comfortable place?" he murmured, still moving against her.

"Okay," she whispered, as he drove deep again. "Ummm…but maybe we should just finish here."

"Oh don't worry, I'm far from done," he said, holding her up as he walked with her legs still around his waist to the back of the room. It was a more private room the teachers sometimes used to give makeup tests. He closed the door behind them as they entered and carried her to the couch that lay just under the windows in the room. A table lay to the left of them, riddled with children's magazines. She felt a pang of guilt at what they were doing in there. It quickly went away as he pumped her furiously, holding her hips mid-air off the couch as he buried himself deep within her.

He slowed down, moving his hips slowly in circles, his hands kneading her breasts, pinching her nipples. He leaned forward to kiss her, moaning against her lips as his hips bucked uncontrollably against her, quickly coming inside of her.

"Oh no! I shouldn't have-you just felt so good-"

"Don't worry," she said. "I'm on the pill. Besides, you feel good inside me. Let's just stay here for a minute."

"Okay" he said, moving so that they both lay on their side with him still inside her. He lay quietly when she spoke up.

"Thought you were far from done," she joked.

"Oh you think I am? I was trying to give you a rest."

"Sure you were."

"Okay then, we'll see who's done. Follow me." He grabbed her hand and they snuck to the locker rooms, barely missing getting caught by a janitor who was walking by.

"Where are we going?" she asked.

"Here," he said, leading her into the shower room. "Thought you'd like to get clean before we get dirty again."

"Oh yeah. Good idea," she said, following him to the shower. The showers hung in a row in a huge empty room. He went down the line, turning on each of the showers and turned back to her, walking under the water to meet her under the steaming hot water. They kissed deeply, the water falling into their mouths and drenching their smoldering bodies. He grabbed a piece of soap and ran it over her body, soaping her up, and rinsing her clean. He bent and kissed her breasts, sucking them gently and driving her crazy. He pushed her against the wall as the showers poured above them. He continued to suck her breasts, kissing his way lower. He knelt before her, pausing to look up at her as he parted her legs, gently kissing his way to the middle of them.

Lauren gasped, her knees buckling as he gently licked her clit, parting her lips to drive his tongue deep inside her, causing her to cry out. He ran his arms under her legs, grabbing her hips with his hands and pulling her down on his mouth, vibrating his tongue within her. She screamed at this, hoping the janitor would not hear, yet not caring at the same time. He lifted her against the wall, feverishly eating her, greedily swallowing her juices whole as she came explosively, grasping at his hair, pulling him closer as she pumped a few more times, growing limp when she was finished. He lowered her to the ground, rising to his feet.

"Ready for one more go-round?" He asked, his penis full and hard in his hand.

"Hell yeah," she said, turning her back to him and spreading her legs. He quickly entered her, holding her by her hips and driving deep, nearly lifting her off the ground with the effort.

She grasped at the slippery wall, pushing her hips against him as he pounded away at her.

"God yes! Harder! Harder! Yes! You're definitely on you way to becoming teacher's pet!"

"I aim to please," he said, pulling out to turn her around. He quickly slid into her again, holding her up against the wall and humping her for all he was worth.They finally came together, both of them collapsing on the wet shower floor, spent and happy. Lauren hugged him tightly as they lay there, wondering if there indeed would be a full moon out tonight.



School's In Session



Jack twists his head from side to side in a vain attempt to crack his neck. The last college student has finally walked out of his last class of the day and he's looking forward to getting in and out of the office as quickly as possible so he can enjoy the long weekend. Shouldn't be hard to do since it's so late in the afternoon and he'll probably be one of the few left in the suite of offices, much less the building. 

J.J. walks down the hallway, her heels clicking on the tile floor as she checks out the numbers over the classroom doors. She nervously blows an errant strand of hair out of her eyes... should I really be doing this? But she can't get Jack out of her thoughts and thinks maybe it's time she took the initiative for a change. She takes a deep breath as she finds the right door. Hope he feels the same way. 

Jack starts erasing the day's work from the ever-present chalkboard. After a few seconds and midway through his erasing, he hears a soft female voice behind him that makes him jump a little. 

"Hey, Professor..." 

Damn, thought I was done with... he never finishes that thought as he turns and sees her standing there, leaning against the doorframe at the top of the arena-style classroom. Even twenty feet away, her position above him gives her an unconscious sense of power, but Jack knows that she'd have that even if she was standing right in front of him. 

J.J. is dressed... well, "to impress" is the cliché that comes to mind, but clichés come about for a reason. Jack's eyes start at her black 3-inch heels and roam up her legs to admire the black pencil skirt that hugs her hips. He slowly takes in the view of her ivory lace blouse over a black shirt, topped off with what looks like a cameo at her throat; this gives her a vintage look that is undeniably sexy. She's let her short hair go back to its natural brown and her eyes twinkle behind her glasses. 

Jack stands there, a forgotten eraser still in one hand, as she slowly walks down the steps of the classroom to him. A hundred questions rush through his mind, but he's still speechless at the surprise. One part of him doesn't question a thing, though, and that's the surge of blood into his cock that quickly starts to tent his dark-blue slacks. 

J.J. finally reaches the bottom of the classroom and leans against the first row of desk tabletops, her hands resting behind her and on either side. This position pushes out her chest and widens her stance, thrusting her pelvis out to him. More blood surges into Jack's cock and he realizes that she is not looking at his face any more, but smiling widely at the visible effect she's having on his body a few feet lower. 

"Happy to see me, Professor?" Jack puts the eraser back on the blackboard's tray and takes a step closer to her. 

"Of course, I'm happy to see you, J.J.... but what are you... I mean, how did you find... uhhh, don't you have to work today?" Jack feels like a teenager again as he fumbles his words and tries to regain his mental balance. J.J. smiles without any malice at his stammering and Jack smiles back on reflex. Looking into her eyes, he starts to feel the heat between them simmer again and that washes away any awkwardness he feels. 

"Well, they let me go early and I was thinking of you..." J.J. pauses and looks demurely down at her feet. "And... I thought turn-about should be fair play... you know?" She looks up at him and he sees a myriad of emotions there - doubt, passion, lust, a little fear, but all laced with an undercurrent of resolve that makes Jack even harder still. 

Jack steps even closer to her until he's directly in front of her, resting his hands on her hips. He watches her bite her lower lip as he slips his body between her legs and pushes her against the tabletop. He brushes his fingertips down her cheek and swears he can feel the heat between them coalesce and build between the thin material barely separating their crotches from each other. 

"You call being dressed like that 'fair play'? You could give a guy a heart attack, but at least he'd die happy." 

"Oh, so you like?" J.J. rests one hand on his chest and Jack automatically pushes even closer to her, knowing she must feel his throbbing cock pushing against her. She confirms this by pushing back against him just a little and stifling a moan. 

"Yeah, I think you know I "like", my dear... but I thought you were one of my students at first. Not that I'm complaining, but I certainly didn't expect this when I turned around." 

J.J.'s heart beats faster as she instantly realizes what she wants to do. I bet he's fantasized about this at some point, too. Her hand moves slowly down Jack's chest, past his stomach and waist, until her fingertips graze and trace against his hard cock. Now he's the one who has to stifle a moan at her knowing touch. 

"Oh, really? Well, Professor, I was hoping that I could talk to you about my attendance in class? I mean, I know I've missed more than a few days, but I do have a good excuse." 

Jack clears his throat as her fingers roam over his cock straining in his slacks. He barely has enough blood upstairs to form coherent sentences, but he tries his best. "Well... you know my attendance policy... I mean, I do let students miss a certain amount of days, but after that..." 

He moans out loud as J.J. squeezes his cock through his slacks and he feels pre-cum seep through his boxer shorts. He catches her eye and sees the doubt and fear gone now, replaced by amusement and lust. 

J.J. feels almost light-headed with this new sense power she feels over Jack; any doubts are washed away by the juices flowing through her and into her panties. "Oh, I know, but I have a really good reason, Professor. You see, I have a confession to make..." J.J. moves her hand slowly to Jack's belt and toys with the end of it. 

"I have a little bit of a crush on you and I just can't concentrate when I'm sitting here and watching you... at least I can't concentrate on what you're teaching." 

Jack's breathing quickens as he realizes where she's going with this. A small part of his brain is trying to warn him about getting caught, but it's overwhelmed by the passion she's generating inside him. 

"Just a little bit of a crush?", he jokes in an attempt to gain some control. 

J.J. squeezes his cock through his slacks again - but hard this time - and Jack's mouth drops and eyes close as he lets out a low and deep half-moan, half-growl. That sound alone makes J.J.'s wet pussy gush even more and strengthens her resolve to continue with this little scene. She leans in closer to him and whispers in his ear. "OK, maybe more than just a little bit... but I think I have an idea how to help me concentrate..." 

Jack tries another smart-assed retort about what exactly she would concentrate on, but he loses his voice as he watches her kneel in front of him. She unzips his slacks and slides her hands into the hole created there. She rubs against his cock that strains the soft cloth of his boxers and smiles up at him. J.J. pushes his boxers up over the head of his cock until it pops out through his zipper into the cooler air of the classroom. 

J.J. wraps her hand around his shaft, but can barely close her fingers entirely around it. She loves its thick girth and that slmost-bursting feeling it gives her deep in her pussy. Leaning closer until Jack can feel her breath on the purple head of his cock, J.J. sighs and watches it twitch at the feeling. "Oh yes, this should help tremendously..." 

J.J. slides the head of Jack's cock into her mouth and sucks gently on it, making Jack grunt and exhale explosively. He watches her rotate her mouth in a circular motion around the head of his cock and feels her tongue slide over every inch of it. His fingers tangle in her hair as she lavishes his cock with her tongue and lips. Jack tries to thrust more of his cock into her mouth, but J.J. now has both hands wrapped around the base of it and is in complete control. 

Not taking the head of Jack's cock out of her mouth, J.J. looks up at him with her hazel eyes over the top of her glasses. Jack's mouth hangs open as he breathes faster and meets her gaze; J.J. swears she can feel his cock thicken even more between her lips. She slowly sinks his cock into her mouth until her lips meet her fingers wrapped around the base and just as slowly pulls back until his swollen cockhead pops out, glistening with her saliva. 

"Well... Professor... do you think maybe we can make some type of 'arrangement' about my attendance?" J.J. licks her lips and kisses the underside of Jack's cock, feeling the blood surge through it in her hands. She moves one hand to cup Jack's balls and squeezes slightly, feeling their soft weight. 

Jack's voice cracks as he fights to maintain control. "Well... I guess that depends on how far you're willing to go for this class." 

J.J. doesn't answer him, at least not aloud... her reply is to slide his cock deep into her mouth, almost to her throat, and suck mightily on it. Jack watches her cheeks hollow as she moves her mouth up and down his cock, the warmth of her mouth driving him crazy. Jack widens his stance in an attempt to keep his balance and closes his eyes as J.J. works his cock in and out of her mouth. 

The slurping sound of her mouth on him and her hand softly squeezing his balls is slowly driving Jack insane with pleasure. He finally opens his eyes to look back down at her, but freezes in place and unconsciously pulls his cock out of her mouth with an audible pop. 

J.J. moans in disappointment, but Jack barely hears it. He could have sworn he saw a face in the window of the door at the top of the classroom, but there's no one there now. That warning voice that had been overwhelmed before is now yelling stridently in Jack's head; he forces his hard and wet cock back into his pants and pulls J.J. to her feet. 

J.J. is confused and a little scared... did I do something he didn't like? Jack sees this in an instant on her face and silences any questions with a kiss. A long, passionate kiss that J.J. feels in her pussy first, but spreads out into every part of her body. He breaks from the kiss and stares into her eyes, passion and heat flying out from those blue eyes that always captivate her. 

"I'm sorry, baby, but maybe we should continue discussing your... attendance... somewhere a little more private?" Jack cups her breast in his hand and feels her hard nipple grind against his palm. "Maybe my office?" 

J.J. moans and breaks out into a big smile. "Sure, Professor." She bounces up the steps of the classroom and stops at the door, turning her head to look back at him. "Are you 'coming'?" 

Jack laughs at her pun and sprints up the steps to catch her. "Oh yes, my dear..." He opens the door and gives a quick look down both ends of the hallway. Nobody there, but I could have sworn... Jack squashes that thought as he grabs J.J.'s hand and pulls her toward the bank of elevators a few feet away. His cock is still straining through his pants and he has more important things to concentrate on. 

As they ride up in the elevator, Jack stands behind J.J. and wraps his arms around her waist. Pulling her back into him, he feels his hard cock against the pencil skirt and pushes it between her ass cheeks. They both moan as J.J. pushes her ass against Jack and he kisses the back of her neck. The elevator dings, the doors open as they reach the floor his office is on, and they both almost run down the hallway. 

Luckily, no one is in the suite of offices at the moment or Jack would probably have some heavy explaining to do. There are only two coherent thoughts in his head right now, however: he's glad his boss never saw fit to make him share his office with another professor and he's even more glad he snagged the oversized plush office chair from surplus when he had the chance. Jack has no doubt it will get a lot of use in the next few minutes. 

Jack pulls J.J. into his office, turns her around, and pushes her against the door to close it, all without even turning the lights on. In the dark, he pins her hands over her head and her body against the door with his. He kisses her passionately and feels her hips squirm against his, almost as if they are trying to fit his cock better between them. 

He finally breaks away from the kiss and flips the light switch up. He stands there and watches her as she leans back against the door, her breathing heavy. Her hair is slightly tousled now and she has a fine sheen of sweat on her forehead, but that overall look only makes Jack want her more. 

"Turn around." J.J. smiles and slowly turns in front of him, his eyes devouring her. When her back is to him, he grabs her hips to stop her and caresses her waist - first from the sides, then around the front, and then on to the back. J.J. moans and her hips unconsciously sway as Jack's soft touch heats her up even more. 

Jack reaches for the zipper of the pencil skirt and slowly pulls it down to its stop. He kisses the back of J.J.'s neck as he slowly pushes the skirt down her hips until it lies in a puddle at her feet. Continuing to caress her hips and waist, he pushes her wet panties down as well, kneeling behind her as they join the skirt. 

Jack helps her lift first one leg, then the other, out of the pile of clothing and pushes them away. J.J. starts to turn around, but Jack stops her with both hands firmly holding her backside. "Don't move, stay right there." His deep and rough, yet commanding tone makes J.J. wetter still, though she didn't think that was possible. Jack spreads her ass cheeks until he can see her pussy, swollen and red with desire. 

J.J. gasps as she feel Jack's tongue dive into her pussy from behind. She unconsciously widens her stance and pushes her ass back to give him better access. Holding her hips tightly, Jack swipes his tongue up and down, tasting her sweet juices start to cover his tongue and lips. He mashes his mouth to her pussy, pushing his tongue deep into her and swirling it around. 

J.J. reaches under her shirt to play with her breasts, squeezing her own nipples and loving the sparks of pleasure that shoot down her body to her pussy. As much as she loves the feeling of Jack eating her out, she needs something more in her... something that will fill her as deep as anything ever has. 

Somehow, she squirms off of Jack's pleasuring and questing tongue and turns around. Jack stands and she kisses him hard, tasting her juices on his lips and in his mouth. She moans at the taste and fumbles with his belt and pants. Jack helps her as they finally push and shove his pants and boxers down around his ankles, forcing him to take a few steps back to keep his balance. 

Before either one of them can do anything further, the backs of Jack's knees hit the front of his office chair and he falls unceremoniously into it. J.J. giggles at the sight before her: Jack's slightly stunned expression, his pants and boxers snagged around his ankles, but his cock hard and true, the purple head glistening as his erection sticks almost straight up. 

That sight of Jack's obvious desire calms her brief bout of giggles and she bites her lip in anticipation. She takes one step toward Jack and then straddles his legs. Jack stares at her intensely, the heat and passion between them not needing any words. He shifts his weight slightly forward on the large chair which pushes his cock front and center. 

Neither one breaking eye contact, J.J. reaches down and grasps Jack's cock in her hand, squeezing it gently and making the purple head turn an even darker shade. She squats over Jack's lap and guides her sopping wet pussy on top of that head, using her hand to slide his cock back and forth between her pussy lips. Both of them groan loudly as she slowly - almost like a slow torture even - lowers herself onto Jack's cock until its hardness is completely buried to the hilt in her deep, tight pussy. 

J.J.'s mouth hangs open in pleasure and her eyes close as she shifts back and forth in slow movements to accommodate his girth, wanting his cock to fill her so completely. Jack takes the hem of her shirt and lifts it up, forcing her to raise her arms until he can lean forward and take it off. He throws the shirt into a corner of the office and caresses her breasts gently, feeling their softness between his fingers. 

J.J. finally opens her eyes to see him smiling up at her. She smiles back and leans forward, unbuttoning the top button of his dress shirt. Neither one of them has said a word in what seems like forever, but they both instinctively know what to do. As she finishes unbuttoning his shirt, Jack leans forward and she pushes it down over his shoulders. 

That's as far as she needs it to go... all she wants is to see his hairy, muscular chest and run her fingers through his chest hair. Scratching gently and causing Jack's eyes to narrow in pleasure, she runs her hands down and across his chest and stomach. Jack rests his hands on her hips and pushes her hips more firmly down on his own. With a little smirk on his face, he doesn't seem to move a muscle, but J.J. somehow feels his cock twitch and jump in her tight pussy. 

"Ohhhh..." she moans and her eyes widen in pleasure. How can he...? Then she realizes it must be something similar to certain exercises women perform; Jack is flexing his Kegel muscles as hard as he can. Given that her pussy is filled to the brim with his hard cock, he can't make it move too much but it's enough to send shivers up and down her spine. 

Those shivers cause her to start riding Jack's cock, feeling its soft steel probe her insides. Both of them close their eyes as the pleasure courses through their veins. Jack is the first to open his; he watches J.J.'s lithe body bounce up and down in front of him, her breasts swaying seductively in front of him. 

He brings his hands from her hips to her back and pulls her upper body to him until he can catch the nipple of her right breast into his mouth. J.J. moans and opens her eyes to watch him suckle on the jutting nipple and the soft flesh that surrounds it. When Jack switches to her other breast and lavishes the same attention on it, J.J. runs her fingers through his short salt-and-pepper hair and pulls his head tighter to her. 

J.J. loves not only the obvious friction that her position is causing - her clitoris consistently rubbing against Jack's pelvis on each down-thrust - but the power she has over the whole scene. I should have done this to him a long time ago. She dictates how fast or slow the pace is and Jack is happy to watch her alternate speed and pressure to her body's whims. Taking a brief respite from her breasts, he watches avidly as a slight blush appears above them and spreads to her neck. 

Jack moves his hands from her back to pull her shoulders down and closer to him. He kisses up and down her neck, sucking in some places and barely caressing in others. He moves his mouth to her ear and pinches the lobe between his lips and teeth before whispering to her in time with her thrusts. 

"Fuck me, J.J. Ride my cock and cum on it. I want you to fill yourself up with it. Do it." 

J.J. rides Jack's cock harder and faster as his talk spurs her on. She was close before, but now she knows she's right on the precipice of the chasm of her orgasm. 

"Do it, J.J. Do it now because I can't hold back much longer... I'm gonna cum in you." 

That last sentence is the final straw for J.J.; she pushes herself down hard onto Jack's lap and feels his throbbing cock thicken in her tight pussy. She pushes her head into the crook of Jack's shoulder, biting it to keep from screaming as her body shivers and twists in his embrace. She feels her juices run out of her body, covering Jack's balls, as her pussy clamps down on his cock time and again. 




School's In Session



Jack had tried to hold his own orgasm back, but he knew he wouldn't last too long the first time when he had seen this incredible woman standing at the top of his classroom. Grunting as he feels her pussy squeeze his cock and her mouth bite his shoulder, he can't help but explode into her and thrust his hips as high and hard as he can. He squirts one, two, three times deep into her and feels his juices mix with hers as they start to come down from the heady pleasure. He moves his hands back down to her hips and holds her onto him tightly to savor the last few spasms around his cock. 

J.J.'s head rests on Jack's shoulder as she starts to catch her breath. When she feels another pair of hands trail softly down her back, she gasps and arches away from Jack in surprise. But when she feels those hands slide around her sides with smooth assurance to cup her breasts, she can't help but let out a throaty moan. Something about that touch - so knowing, but so gentle - erases any fear and surprise she has and replaces it with even more lust and desire. 

His eyes still closed as he too recovers, Jack hears J.J.'s gasp and moan. He's about to ask her what's wrong, but freezes when he hears another female voice in the room. 

"You should really lock your office door, Jack. At least if you're going to have fun in here and don't want anybody to know." 

Jack looks incredulously - and a little fearfully, truth be told - over J.J.'s shoulder. It's Cheryl Lynn, a fellow professor whose office is just a few doors down the corridor. Petite Cheryl Lynn - even shorter than J.J. - who usually wears her dark hair up but Jack sees it's now let loose and wild around and down her back. With her wide mouth and the beauty mark next to her eye, she has always reminded Jack of movie stars like Audrey Hepburn or Vivien Leigh. 

Cheryl Lynn has an approachability about her, however, a sexiness that every once in a while she physically shows by wearing a low-cut blouse - like the one she's wearing right now - and a quick and flirtatious wit that matches Jack's own. 

To add even more shock and fear to the thoughts racing through Jack's mind, he now realizes whose face he saw in that brief instant he had looked at the classroom door as J.J. was so expertly sucking him off. It was Cheryl Lynn's face - but was it his imagination playing tricks on his memory when he thought he had seen her smile at him with pleasure and admiration in that brief instant? 

Cheryl Lynn's face breaks out in a wide and salacious grin and she winks at Jack. "But don't worry now... I locked it for you." 

Before Jack can respond with some lame and vague excuse, Cheryl Lynn turns J.J.'s head to face her and gives her a long, deep, passionate kiss. J.J. unthinkingly responds to this and runs her hand through Cheryl Lynn's midnight tresses. Jack watches this exchange and his mind starts to turn away from excuses or explanations, probably helped by the fact his cock immediately and unthinkingly responds to the scene before him. 

J.J. has no idea who this woman is, but her touch - and most definitely her kiss - awakens something in her. J.J. has always known she was bisexual, but she usually needed time to get to know a new partner first. But the craziness of this situation - J.J.'s new-found enjoyment of power over Jack and the thrill of possib... well, actually getting caught now - pushes away any doubts. 

J.J. slips her hand in between the woman's blouse and squeezes her bra-clad breast, feeling the hard nipple there. The woman moans and kisses J.J. even more fervently, their tongues intertwining and sparring with each other. Finally, the two break apart and J.J. stares into the woman's topaz-colored eyes, seeing the same lust and passion she must have in her own. 

"Hi there, I'm Cheryl Lynn." 

J.J. giggles at the ease of the introduction given the circumstances. "Hi yourself, I'm J.J." 

The woman smiles at her and nods at Jack. "Nice to meet you. Seems we have a friend in common here." 

J.J. realizes that Jack's cock has not wilted since he exploded deep inside of her, but is still rock-hard and thick in her pussy. She turns and sees him half-smiling at the both of them, but can feel his blood beating fast and his eyes holding a small spark of doubt and fear. 

Cheryl Lynn must have seen the same spark because she stands and starts to undress. "Hey, Jack, why don't you let your lady friend sit for a while and relax? Maybe I can show you a thing or two." 

J.J. lifts herself off of Jack's cock with a momentary sigh of loss at the void she always feels when he pulls out of her, but is soon entranced by the sight of Cheryl Lynn revealing her body. Jack is silent too as he stands and shuffles slightly to the side so that J.J. can sit down. Neither one of them quite knows where this could be going, but both of them are starting to feel that heat of passion and lust build again - this time divided between three people instead of two. 

By the time J.J. sits in the plush office chair, Cheryl Lynn has kicked off her flats. She unbuttons her blouse and shrugs it off her shoulders, revealing a black lace bra that holds her medium-sized breasts up and out. With smooth self-assuredness, like she knows that Jack and J.J. can't take their eyes off her, she unbuttons her slacks and slides them down her toned legs to reveal a matching set of black lace boy-short panties. 

As Cheryl Lynn unhooks her bra from the back and holds the cups in place with her other hand, J.J.'s hand sneaks down to her wet pussy. This woman's calm yet sexy demeanor is turning J.J. on even more than the great sex she just had with Jack did. J.J. slides her index finger up and down her moist pussy lips and gently rubs the tip of it against her clit, causing her to shiver with pleasure and sparks firing again throughout her body. 

"Mmmmm, my dear, that looks good." Cheryl Lynn hasn't missed J.J. starting to pleasure herself and drops her bra on the office floor to reveal two generous breasts topped with large areolas and rigid nipples. She tweaks one of those nipples between her fingers as she watches J.J. slide her hand up and down. 

"You don't mind, do you, Jack?" Not waiting for an answer, Cheryl Lynn kneels in front of J.J. and spreads her thighs open with both hands. Without hesitation, J.J. opens herself wide for this woman, her mouth hanging open as she watches Cheryl Lynn's face get closer and closer to her steaming sex. 

Jack simply stands there, his mind a riotous confusion of thoughts and emotions. His cock, however, has no confusion whatsoever and stands tall and proud in reaction to the sight before him. Finally, Jack decides to just roll with it. Fuck it... in for a penny, in for a pound. When he realizes that he still has his pants and boxer shorts around his ankles, he chuckles self-consciously and proceeds to disentangle himself. But he never stops watching the sexy scene, one he never could have foretold but is increasingly more anxious and lustful to see, unfold before him. 

Cheryl Lynn fully spreads J.J.'s legs until each of her ankles are resting on the armrests of the office chair. This fully exposes J.J.'s pussy and she can see how red, wet and engorged it has become. When she sees a trickle of a mixture of Jack's cum and J.J.'s juices start to seep out, Cheryl Lynn swoops down and captures it with a long swipe of her tongue starting at the bottom of J.J.'s pussy. 

J.J. moans loudly as she feels that tongue expertly slide into her pussy and lap up those juices. Cheryl Lynn takes her time, exploring each nook and cranny as only someone who enjoys getting eaten out herself can. She slides her tongue to the top of J.J.'s pussy and darts the tip of it against J.J.'s clit. J.J. throws her head back in pleasure and twists her hard nipples with both hands. 

When Cheryl Lynn slips her index finger into J.J.'s pussy and slowly starts to crook it in and out of her, J.J. gasps and stares down at the woman. Cheryl Lynn continues working on J.J.'s clit, alternating between stabbing it with the wet point of her tongue and suckling it in her mouth. In almost no time, J.J. can no longer handle the dual assault of Cheryl Lynn's tongue and finger and cums with a loud and deep moan into the woman's mouth. 

Jack watches Cheryl Lynn hold J.J.'s thighs tight as she bucks in the office chair and suck J.J.'s juices into her mouth, though some of the juices escape to soak into the office chair. He has slowly been pulling on his cock with his right hand at the scene before him; usually, it would take him a while to cum a second time, but the two gorgeous and sexy women enjoying each other in front of him makes him wonder how long he'll be able to last the next go-around. 

J.J. opens her eyes to slits and sees Jack fisting his hard cock. "C'mere baby..." she gasps as the spasms of her orgasm still rock her body. Jack steps around the kneeling body of Cheryl Lynn - though her sexy heart-shaped ass does not escape his attention - until his hips are near J.J.'s head. J.J. pushes Jack's hand off his cock and replaces it with her own. As she squeezes and pulls on his steely cock, she sees a drop of precum ooze out. 

Without thinking, J.J. pulls Jack's cock to her mouth and sucks the head of it between her lips. Jack moans at the suction and J.J. tastes his precum slide down her throat. Wanting more, she licks all around the top and bottom of his cockhead, sticking the point of her tongue into the hole at the end as well. She feels Jack cup the back of her head with his hands and moans around his cock in approval. Though the power she had over him before was intoxicating, J.J. wants Jack to have his way with her now. 

Sensing that, Jack tightens his fingers into J.J.'s short hair and starts to thrust in and out of her mouth. He doesn't try to force his cock down her throat; he knows that both of them will enjoy it more if she can lavish all the attention she can on it without worrying about gagging. J.J's saliva collects around his cock, saturating his balls as he slowly fucks her mouth with his thick cock. 

Though neither one of them has noticed, Cheryl Lynn has been watching the two of them since J.J. first spoke to Jack. She gently flits her fingers against J.J.'s pussy, keeping it wet and aroused but not stoking the fire in there... not yet. She slips her fingers between her soaked panties and into her own pussy, matching the movements she makes on J.J. As she watches J.J. pleasure Jack, Cheryl Lynn bites her lower lip and makes her decision. 

Standing up, Cheryl Lynn puts her hands on her hips, cocking them to one side. "Well, I'd say it's only fair that I get the benefit of that lovely mouth your girl has, Jack. Especially since it's twice now that she's sucked your cock." 

J.J. pulls her mouth off Jack's cock in momentary confusion - twice? - but is distracted by the sight of the petite woman before her. Cheryl Lynn shimmies out of her black lace boy-shorts and kicks them to the side. Sliding her hands down her legs and back up to her waist, Cheryl Lynn frames her pussy and both Jack and J.J. can see and smell her arousal. 

"Get up, honey. Like I said, it's my turn." J.J. slides off the chair, but doesn't let go of Jack's cock. She slowly works her hand up and down his cock, matching what Jack was doing when he watched the women earlier. Neither Jack nor J.J. is in control now; Cheryl Lynn dictates what happens next and both of them are happy to oblige her. 

Cheryl Lynn sits in the office chair and beckons to J.J. As J.J. lets go of Jack's cock and turns toward Cheryl Lynn, Cheryl Lynn cups her face in both hands and kisses J.J. again. J.J. responds back and runs her hands over the soft skin of Cheryl Lynn's shoulders and chest. J.J. breaks the kiss and plants small kisses down Cheryl Lynn's cheek to her neck and collarbone. J.J. feels Cheryl Lynn run her fingers through her short brown hair, gently pushing her head even further down. 

J.J. kisses all around Cheryl Lynn's right breast as she cups it in her right hand. Loving the feel of the soft skin and heft to it, J.J. would stay longer if she didn't feel Cheryl Lynn guiding her even further down her body. Kneeling in front of Cheryl Lynn, J.J. watches her spread her pussy lips wide and run her fingers up and down them. 

"This is just for you today, honey, so enjoy it," Cheryl Lynn coos. 

J.J. replaces Cheryl Lynn's hands with her own, feeling Cheryl Lynn's juices coat her fingers. She sucks two of her fingers into her mouth, tasting the juices there. J.J. then slides those two fingers deep into Cheryl Lynn's pussy and starts to work them in and out of her tight and wet channel. 

Cheryl Lynn moans deep in her throat and spreads her legs even wider to give J.J. better access. J.J. can't resist getting a taste from the source, though, and slides her tongue deep into Cheryl Lynn's pussy, above her thrusting fingers. She licks up to Cheryl Lynn's protruding clitoris and sucks the fleshy knob between her lips, all the time continuing to fuck Cheryl Lynn's pussy, now with a third finger added in to stretch her out. 

Cheryl Lynn thrusts her hips in time to J.J.'s motions and feels the wave of her own orgasm start to build and crest inside her. Looking over at Jack, the first thing she sees is his cock - harder, thicker and throbbing more than any cock she has seen in a long time. Oh, that's nice... but maybe next time. Cheryl Lynn smiles, partly to herself and partly to Jack. 

"Go on, Jack... I can tell you want her. Fuck that nice little pussy while it's so open and inviting." 

Jack's attention had already been riveted on the scene before him, but it's torn between watching J.J. orally pleasure his colleague and the way her sexy ass clenches and sways in front of that office chair. When he hears Cheryl Lynn's command and J.J.'s moan of approval even through a mouthful of pussy, he has absolutely no problem complying. 

Kneeling behind J.J.'s sweet ass, he runs the head of his throbbing cock up and down her pussy lips. Ordinarily, he would take his time and slide every inch of his cock slowly into J.J's pussy so they both could enjoy the slow buildup of pleasure. But this whole crazy scene has made him insatiable and he can't help but thrust mightily into J.J. with one push. Thankfully, J.J. is dripping wet and his cock is wet with J.J.'s saliva and his precum, so his cock slips into her wet folds easily. 

J.J. moans deeply as she feels Jack's cock fill her so completely and so fast. As he starts to thrust in and out of her, J.J. more rapidly fingers Cheryl Lynn's pussy and suckles her clit harder into her mouth. Cheryl Lynn grasps J.J.'s head in her hands and holds her mouth tight against her pussy, grinding on that questing tongue. 

Jack knows that he won't be able to hold back his orgasm very long... these two sexy women before him have eliminated any chance of the usual delay he has between orgasms. They've driven him almost mad with desire and he slams his cock back and forth into J.J.'s accommodating pussy. He pulls her ass cheeks out and apart so that he can watch his cock slide in and out of her pussy, watching her pussy lips cling to every inch and drenching it with her juices. 

J.J. screams in pleasure as Jack ravishes her pussy. Resting her head on Cheryl Lynn's stomach, she tries her best to continue sucking on the woman's clit, but can only manage to lick it when Jack's thrusts push her into Cheryl Lynn's pussy. Jack's thrusts do allow her to keep thrusting her three fingers into Cheryl Lynn's pussy, though; Cheryl Lynn's entire pussy area is now awash with her juices. 

Cheryl Lynn gently holds J.J.'s head against her stomach and feels her orgasm start to peak. But she knows how she wants this little scene to end - with a trifecta of orgasms - and just how she can make it happen. 

"Cum in her, Jack... fill up that pussy with your cock and cum. Do it now and make her cum around your cock at the same time. Do it!" 

Jack's hips are a blur as he grips J.J.'s hips and relentlessly plows her pussy. Cheryl Lynn's words send him over the edge and he slams his cock deep into J.J.'s tight and wet pussy one last time. Grunting, swearing and breathing heavily, he unleashes more cum in J.J. than he thought he ever has in his life. 

J.J.'s mouth drops open as she feels Jack explode deep in her time and again and her pussy clamps down tight on his spasming cock. As her own orgasm courses through her body and makes her shudder and shake around Jack's cock, she has barely enough presence of mind to twist her hand up in Cheryl Lynn's pussy so that she can use her thumb to rub Cheryl Lynn's juices against her clit. 

Cheryl Lynn grips the arms of the office chair tightly and feels her body let loose with the group's third orgasm. Her pussy clamps down on J.J.'s fingers and her juices coat her hand and run down the office chair. Cheryl Lynn tosses her head back and moans long and loud as her orgasm deeply shakes her and leaves her tingling with orgasmic aftershocks. 

After that, the only sound in the room is the labored breathing of all three as each of them slowly come down from their individual heights of pleasure. Jack is bent over J.J.'s ass, his cock still throbbing deep in her pussy and his whole body quivering; J.J.'s pussy oh-so-slowly stops squeezing his cock. J.J's body almost completely lies on the carpeted floor, both hands lying limply at her sides, her ass being the only raised part of her... mostly because Jack still holds it up with his cock buried inside her. 

Cheryl Lynn gently slides her fingers through her pussy lips and brings them to her mouth to suck up the juices. Sliding out of the office chair, she kneels down to pick up her shirt and slacks but gives J.J. a deep kiss before she stands. Slowly putting on her clothes, but without her bra and panties, she smiles as she watches the two sweaty bodies before her. 

Cheryl Lynn grabs her bra and panties and throws them on the office chair. Holding her flats in her hand, she steps to Jack's office door, unlocks it and opens it a crack. Before she opens it more, she turns to both of them and smiles through her tousled dark hair. 

"I'll get those back from you next time." With that, she slips through the door and closes it behind her. 

J.J. turns her head to look at Jack with tired surprise and sees in his eyes that they share the same thought and response. Both start to smile as the implication sets in. 

Next time?



School's Nearly Over



Note: This is a story I wrote many, many years ago. I've cleaned up the spelling and grammar, but otherwise left it as it was.

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One warm evening in the late spring before our final exams, the first we'd be taking since turning eighteen, when I was round at my half-Japanese girlfriend Lucy's after school, she was about to pull my trousers down to give me a blowjob when her mum walked in. Lucy managed to pretend to be doing something else, so we weren't caught, but we decided that it was too risky to fuck whilst her parent were home, so we decided to go for a walk. The sun had gone down, but there was still some light, though it was fading fast.

Still in school uniform, although it was now untucked and untidy, we walked hand in hand along paths and roads, slowly wandering around her village. As it got darker, we drew closer together, her hand around my waist, and mine slipping up under her white shirt to stroke the warm soft flesh of her waist. Her head snuggled on to my shoulder, and soon we stopped walking and just kissed passionately where we were, Lucy pushing my back up against a tree, her warm little hands exploring my skin as frantically as mine explored hers.

Kissing her silky hair on top of her head, I could feel her fingers undoing my flies and freeing my semi-erect cock. A light breeze started, and she knelt down in front of me, warming my dick in her hands, and then her mouth. Just watching her take me in her mouth whilst looking up at me with her beautiful big brown oriental eyes would probably normally have made me cum straight away, let alone the fantastic feeling of her hot wet tongue swirling over my head, but a combination of the fear that we might get caught and the cool breeze helped me regain my senses and force the orgasm down. In so doing, I noticed where we were.

"Lucy!" I said. "We're in a graveyard!"

She paused, and looked around. "Oh yeah. Cool. Can we have sex here then? I've always wanted to be fucked over a grave."

"Really? You're full of surprises darling, you know that. I love your little perversions."

"Good," and she resumed sucking me off while I played with her hair. When I could feel the pressure building up again a few minutes later, I had to push her right away so that I didn't come too early in the evening. Picking up her light body I walked along with my dick still hanging out and my trousers almost falling down, until I found an old grave made like a big stone box covered in ivy, and lay Lucy on it. 

I leant on my elbows between her legs which I spread a bit wider, and lifted her dark green skirt. A small wet patch had developed on her knickers over her vagina, and sucking on it I could taste her vaginal juices through the fabric. I pulled them down to her knees and kissed teasingly along the edge of her pubic hair that she had recently forced back by waxing. The risk of being caught in the graveyard was making her impatient though, and fingers grabbed my hair and pulled my face deep into her black hairs, and I slipped my tongue into the familiar taste of her hot pussy.

While I licked and sucked at her juices, she unbuttoned her shirt so that when I was pulled back up it was to have my lips pressed to her nipples, her bra as often happened having been "forgotten" in the rush of getting dressed in the morning - easy to do when you have breasts as small as hers I guess. Because her knickers were still around her knees she'd had to bring them up with me, so now they were either side of my chest. One hand still holding my head to her breasts, I felt the other pulling at my cock, urging it to get hard again.

She allowed me to raise my head a bit to see her in the twilight, and began rubbing the head of my dick in the slick slit amongst her hairs, which she was keeping out of the way with her free hand. Not trying to resist, I let her pull me inside her, and began to thrust. Her hands moved to hold my buttocks and I pushed myself up further, using one of mine to caress her breasts now I couldn't kiss them.

Despite having been going out with her for months now, I was still amazed at the way she threw herself into this public sex. With no concern for the risk of someone hearing she moaned and called out to me to fuck her harder. I obeyed, grinding into her, until finally I came.

I was still ejaculating inside her when I noticed light coming from a side door of the church. Next I saw the shape of a man, preceded by the light from a torch, heading straight towards us. Panicking, we scrambled to our feet and just managed to get our pants back up before the light of the torch swept over us and there was a yell. I grabbed Lucy's hand and ran, stumbling in the dark over gravestones, her shirt still wide open and flapping in the wind of our flight.

Luckily our pursuer was not very fast or determined, and once we were over the wall and pounding down the track he seemed to give up. We rounded a corner and stopped to kiss against a wall, catch our breath and tidy up our clothes before heading back.

***

It was grey, rainy day, late in the morning. We'd had our last exam at 9, and gone back to Lucy's house afterwards. We were now in her parents' bedroom, still in school uniform, having a good cuddle. She wore white socks up to her knees, a green skirt coming to about half way down her thigh showing her slender legs, a white shirt (the last time she'd ever have to wear it, unless universities decided to bring in uniforms as a nasty surprise), untucked, and a green and yellow tie. As we kissed I moved my hand from her shoulders, down, caressing her back, to massage her firm little butt. She pushed her body more strongly against mine so her breasts squashed against my chest beneath our shirts.

"Shall we celebrate?" she asked.

"Yeah," I replied. "What do you want to do?"

"Well, I'm in the mood for a bit of buggery, and I wouldn't mind experimenting with bondage..."

"Hmm. Sounds intriguing," I replied, and began to unbutton her shirt. About half-way up I slipped my hands around the back and undid her bra. Then I took her tie off and just as she finished unbuttoning my shirt I grabbed her hands and tied them together with it. Then I got her on her front and then to face the headboard of the bed. I tied her hands to one of the brass poles of the headboard and then continued undressing myself. I pulled Lucy's skirt off her and pulled her knickers down around her knees.

Suddenly I realised I'd forgotten something. "Hang on darling, I need to fetch something," I told her and ran down the stairs, being careful not to show my bits to passers by outside. I returned a minute later with a bottle of sunflower oil. I lay down on the bed beside her and began to nibble her nipples through her shirt while I played with my balls and dick to get an erection, then moved down to lick her pussy a bit. Then, when her nipples were hard and I had a really stiff one, I knelt up behind her. I poured some oil on to her arse and spread it around her hole, and then smeared some on my penis.

"Count to ten," I told her, readying myself to penetrate.

"Alright, one, two, three," she began slowly, tense with anticipation, the excitement showing in her voice as she neared the end. "Four, five, six, seven, eight... Aaaaaoooooohh!!!" She yelled as I rammed my cock through her sphincter and deep up her hot anal cavity.

I leant over her and kissed her hair. I stayed like this for a few seconds, holding her breasts under her shirt, circling her nipples with my fingers and giving her breasts the occasional squeeze.

"Did you like my little surprise?" I whispered.

"Umhmm," she replied. I gave her breasts one last caress before kneeling up again, holding on to her shirt. I pulled out of her and then entered again, a little more gently. For a minute or so I continued sliding my dick in and out of her tight hole, her sphincter giving my cock a really tight massage. As the friction brought me nearer to orgasm I pulled harder on her shirt, until the buttons popped off and it started to rip down the seams. Lucy was moaning with pleasure now, her hands gripping the brass pole so hard her knuckles had gone white, and she was sweating like mad, soaking her shirt. Finally, I ripped most of the shirt off, leaving only her sleeves.

Getting close to ejaculation, I stopped and rested my head on her back. I lay there for a while, allowing my cock to calm down a bit, and took it out of her to let it cool from her hot insides. While I waited I moved one hand down to her pussy and started slowly stroking her, so she continued moaning softly. I put the other hand in her mouth and let her lick my fingers, feeling the increased pressure of her teeth every time I stroked.

A couple of minutes rest and I was ready to go again. I got back into position, and entered her again, my dick becoming fully stiff as soon as it hit the warm softness inside. I began my rhythm again gently, her moans becoming louder. I started going faster, digging my fingers into her hips and buttocks. She slumped her head and chest forwards on to the bed, her moans becoming muffled by the pillow. I came right out and rammed home again hard, and she began to yell through the pillow. I went faster and harder and began to grunt with the pleasure. She lifted her head up from the pillow and began to scream and shout: "Ooh! Jack! Jack! Harder! Uuh! Aah"

I was going as fast as I could, my cock forcing through the tight valve, plunging into the pit of soft heat and then ripping out again only to return. Her yells were at their loudest now, and her body convulsed with her orgasm, as I rammed by cock up her ass one last time, ejaculating right from the entrance and squirting semen in six hard spurts to fill her hole until it dribbled out through the tight seal between my dick and her sphincter.

I fell on top of her and undid her hands. I clasped her from behind and withdrew from her. Then we fell asleep.



School's Out



As I woke one summer morning, I noticed how beautiful the weather was and decided to head out to the pool for a nice, refreshing swim.  My nearest neighbors are a few acres away, and with the fence around my yard, I often enjoy swimming nude.  As I slipped out of my robe and into the cool water my nipples instantly hardened.  I swam quite a few laps as quickly as I could, enjoying the exercise and the warm sun shining through the water.  As I began to tire I slowed my pace, eventually doing just a nice relaxing breast stroke.  I soon flipped over onto my back to float and enjoy the sun on my face.  As I lay there just drifting, I noticed that even though the sun was warm, my nipples were still rock hard, and I realized how incredibly turned on I was becoming.  It had been quite a while since I had had sex, but I always made sure to pleasure myself every day.  I reached down with one hand and began stroking my clit, while my other hand was busy squeezing and massaging my breasts and nipples.  I could feel my orgasm coming and didn't want to sink in the deep end, so I made my way over to the edge to finish the job.  As I came, I quivered all over and emitted a loud moan.  What a wonderful way to start the day, but for some reason it wasn't enough this morning.  I was still as horny as could be and remembered the drawer full of dildos and vibrators in my bedroom.  

	I quickly retrieved my favorite water resistant sex toys and headed back out to the pool for some more enjoyment.  I sat down on the steps in the pool and turned on my 8 inch vibrating friend and quickly inserted it into my pussy.  I came again almost immediately, and though it felt great, I knew what I really wanted was a big, stiff cock inside me.  No sooner had I finished letting out a yelp that would wake the neighborhood when I heard someone behind me say, "Uh, excuse me Miss Johnson."  I turned around, and here was one of my former students, Logan, standing behind me with a look of awe on his face.

  "I don't mean to interrupt you, but I wanted to stop by and let my favorite teacher know that I graduated from college this month and am heading off to medical school in the fall".

Logan was one of the best and brightest students I ever taught: captain of the football team, star basketball player, honor roll student, valedictorian, and class president.  He was the type of student every dedicated educator dreams of coming across some day, always eager to learn, yet not pretentious about his abilities.  Logan was also much sought after in his school days, being both very attractive and a truly nice guy.  I knew he must be about 22 years old by now, and he was even more handsome than ever, having lost that still somewhat "boyish" body and developing into a very lean, muscular man.  He was wearing shorts and a tight fitting t-shirt, showing off his fabulous physique.  I was practically drooling thinking about how I would sure love to be 22 again.  

"Logan, it's fantastic to see you, and I'm thrilled to learn that you seem to be achieving all your dreams.  I always knew you would.  You were a terrific student."

"It's great to see you too, Miss Johnson."  

As he said those words I couldn't help but notice his gaze at my naked wet body.  I'm not shy or self-conscious about my body, but I knew he might be feeling uncomfortable, so I said, "I'm sorry to shock you like this.  Just give me a minute to get some clothes on and we can talk and catch up."  I rose out of the water and grabbed for a towel.  

Logan reached for my hand at that moment, "Don't get dressed on my account.  I happen to really like this view.

I glanced down at his shorts and noticed his cock straining against the fabric, letting me know that was he was as turned on as I had been all morning.  I knew there was a 17 year age difference, but all I could think of at that moment was grabbing this hot young man standing in front of me and satisfying my urges.  He must have sensed this, because he put his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to him, covering my mouth with his in a warm, wet kiss.  I just about dropped to my knees right in front of him.  His kiss sent waves through me that turned my legs to jelly.  He may be young, but he kissed with all the experience and tenderness of a man twice his age.  As his tongue probed into my mouth, his hands reached down and grabbed my ass, holding me tight against his rock hard penis.  

We came up for air and Logan said, "Miss Johnson, I have always thought you were incredibly beautiful.  I must have fantasized about this hundreds of times over the years, even after I went away to college."

"Logan, you're very sweet, but don't you think now that you're an adult and I'm not your teacher anymore you could call me Liz?  You have seen me naked you know".

"Sure, but do you mind being a teacher for a little bit longer?  I know there are some things you could teach me, and you know I am an eager student."

What a dream come true.  A hot young man just begging to be taught how to please a woman.  This day kept getting better and better.  

I could hardly wait to get his cock inside me, but first I wanted him to feel some real pleasure.  I pulled his shirt off over his head and began kissing his muscular chest, licking and biting at his nipples while my hands worked their way down to his shorts.  I slid them down as I dropped to my knees in front of him.  His penis sprang out of his shorts, and what a glorious cock it was.  I slowly licked the tip, tasting his juice that slipped out.  Then without further warning, I grabbed him firmly by the ass and pulled his cock all the way into my mouth, deep throating him.  The groan he let out told me all I needed to know, he was loving every minute of this.  I pumped my head back and forth a few times and then backed off just a bit.  While my tongue circled the head and up and down the length of his dick, I used my hands to work his balls and shaft.  I gently tugged at his sac with one hand and used the fingers of the other to apply pressure to his perineum.  He seemed really comfortable with this, so I decided to explore a little further.  With just one finger I gently massaged all around his asshole.  This just excited him more, so I figured it was safe to venture further.  I slowly inserted one finger into his rectum.  By this point he was pumping hard and fast into my mouth, and it was all I could do to take every inch of him into me.  "Oh my God, Miss Johnson, I'm coming!"  As his hot cum shot down my throat, I could feel his asshole convulsing on my finger that was pumping in and out to the rhythm of his cock thrusting.  I swallowed every bit of his tasty juice, then slowly kissed my way up his chest again, stopping to nibble a bit on his neck and then give him a deep, hard kiss on the mouth.  "Holy shit, Liz.  That was the most incredible thing I have ever felt in my life.  But now, show me how to please you."  

I lay back on an air mattress that was floating in the pool, motioning him to follow me.  "Grab some of those toys on the side of the pool.  I think it may be a little while before you're ready to go again, but I'd love for you to see how I get by when I don't have a beautiful, giant cock like yours to enjoy."

Logan started at my feet, nibbling and sucking on my toes.  Then he licked his way up my legs, until he was at the opening of my dripping wet pussy.  I was really glad I had gone in for a Brazilian bikini wax the day before, and Logan liked it too, "your pussy is beautiful.  You are so wet right now.  I want to make you come as hard as I did, so tell me what I can do for you."

"I want you to eat my pussy.  Suck on my clit and make me come."  

He began doing circles with his tongue on my button, then taking my whole cunt into his mouth and sucking deeply.  As hot as I already was from giving the blow job, I knew it wouldn't take long for me to come, but I planned on coming again and again today.  As he licked and sucked, he inserted first one finger, then two, then three into my vagina,  "My god, you're so tight and wet"  he said.  With his middle finger he found my G-spot and began massaging.  My body convulsed and my pussy contracted over and over on his fingers and I came, screaming his name as I did.  "That was fantastic, but don't stop yet.  Grab that vibrator  and fuck me with it."

He turned it on low speed and gently inserted it into my wet box, starting slowly pumping it in and out while he also licked my clit.  As I squirmed beneath him, he increased the speed so that the vibrating was harder and the pumping got faster.  Then his tongue got busy around my asshole, gently probing all around and in and out.  That just about sent me over the edge, so I hollered, "stick your finger in my ass"..I came again so hard I just about fell off the mattress into the water.  As I was recovering from that exploding orgasm, Logan said, "Ok, are you ready for me now?"  I looked down and his cock was rock hard and standing at attention again.  Oh, the joys of being young.  That quick recovery time meant more pleasure for both of us.

He pulled the mattress over to the edge of the pool and helped me off.  We were both groping each other as we made our way over to the chaise lounge.  As he lay back on the chair I stood over him, one leg on each side of the chair.  I slowly lowered myself onto his cock, until soon I had every inch inside me.  I raised myself up until I just had the tip of his dick inside me, then let myself back down again.  I did this a few times until finally he just begged me to fuck him hard.  I rode him hard and fast until I sensed he was about ready to come again, and then I slowed again.  "We're not done yet, handsome.  I'm not ready for you to come again yet.  You feel so good I want you inside me as long as possible."  

I slowly stood until he was no longer inside me and bent over the table next to us, inviting him to screw me from behind.  He quickly jumped up and came over and plunged his cock deep inside me.  "Fuck me harder, faster!"  Logan, always being the good student, was happy to oblige his former teacher and pumped as hard as he could.  "Oh, oh, God!"  I was coming again.  But Logan wasn't done yet.  He was just getting started and kept giving me pleasure from behind.  "My god, you've got a beautiful ass.  I want to stick my cock in there and fuck you."  I was on the verge of orgasm again, so all I could think of was how much I would love to feel his huge member in my ass.  "Oh Logan, fuck me in the ass!"  He pulled out of my pussy, and using some of my own juices that were dripping out of my hot cunt, quickly lubed up my hole with his fingers.  Then I felt the tip of his penis at the rim of my ass, just begging to be let in.  I grabbed my ass cheeks and spread them wide to give him easy access, and soon his entire cock was buried deep inside my ass.  I reached down with a free hand to give myself a little clitoral pleasure while Logan continued to fuck me in the ass.  But, being the quick study he is, he reached over and grabbed the almost forgotten about vibrator and shoved it into my pussy.  There is nothing better than having your clit, pussy, and ass all worked at the same time and I soon exploded into another orgasm.  My ass contracting caused Logan to lose his wad immediately, and he shot his cum up my ass, then pulled out and finished all over my back.  

At this point we were both temporarily spent, so we curled up on the lounge chair to rest briefly and enjoy the sun for a bit.  We both dozed off for a bit, and I woke up a bit later to feel his cock probing gently at my pussy lips............



School's Out



Dave sat back and relished the fact that he could finally relax. He had just finished his last final exam at the local college and was unofficially done with school. He would go through graduation in a couple of days but all the real work was done. This past year had been brutal with a heavy class load and working full time, and he was relieved that his hard work had paid off and he was finished.

Dave was suddenly jolted out of his reflections by a pillow to the side of his head. "Earth to Dave. I'm making a run upstairs, do you need anything?" Dave laughed and shook his head no as Stephanie happily bounced upstairs. 

Six of his fellow classmates had decided to get together at Stephanie's house to blow off some steam and relax together this night.

Dave and Stephanie had been friends since high school so they were pretty close. Stephanie had always been a bit of a wild child. Back in high school Dave knew that her parents gave her a lot of freedom and often left her alone in the house over the weekends. In general she was good but Dave knew, or at least heard the rumors, that she could get wild. In college Dave would sometimes hear rumors about Stephanie's wild antics while out partying the night before, however he had never witnessed anything himself.

They had been drinking and hanging out for several hours already and the party was beginning to wind down. Just as Stephanie came back with another round of drinks Mark and Diane got up and said they should be heading out. As they grabbed their jackets, said their goodnights, and left, Dave wondered again if there wasn't something going on between those two. He had noticed that they seemed to be getting friendlier as the semester had progressed and the fact that they were now leaving at the same time even though they had arrived in different vehicles made him pretty certain he was right.

Dave began to wonder if he would ever get a chance to be in Mark's shoes. He had casually dated several girls during and in the four years since high school but nothing ever seemed to get serious. Sexually, he managed to go all the way with a couple of the girls, so technically he wasn't a virgin but he definitely wasn't very experienced either. Mark seemed to have as many women as he could handle and Dave wondered what he was doing wrong when another pillow thumped the side of his head.

He looked over and saw that the three other people remaining all were staring at him. "Sorry," he said, "it seems like I have been thinking about school so much lately that it feels decadent to think about my own things."

"And what things would those be?" asked Amy. Amy was a knockout and Dave had been friends with her for nearly as long as Stephanie, however he was never sure how she really felt about him. Sometimes he felt really close to her but other times she was kind of distant and cold to him. He had once asked her out but was pretty flatly told that she just didn't have any feelings for him other than as a friend.

"That is none of your business," Dave said as he got up from the couch to join the other three at the table at the other end of the room. He hoped that the subject would change so he wouldn't have to worry about covering up for how he was thinking about how frustrated he was feeling sexually.

The only other person left at the party was Debbie. Debbie and Dave had just met this semester but she seemed really nice. She was always pretty quiet so Dave was kind of surprised she was still out with the rest of them. Dave had heard that Debbie was a pretty serious dancer and that her passion was to purse a career in dance. She definitely had the body to show for it. She stood about 5'8" tall and was very lean and muscular with very strong legs. 

Dave had noticed her legs the first day she wore a short skirt to class and had since spend more than a few masturbation sessions thinking about what he would like to do with Debbie and her legs. The one thing that did set Debbie apart from most other dancers that Dave had known was her large breasts. They certainly were not out of proportion for her body size, but they were definitely large and only added to Dave's fantasies about her.

Dave felt a slight twitch in his pants as he noticed that he was left alone now with three attractive women in an empty house. The thought of trying something with any one of the three left his mind about as soon as it came in. If this night was like most others he would have a lot of fun hanging out and talking but the night would end with his dick in his own fist while he stroked it and thought about what might have been.

The four of them sat around and talked and laughed for a while when Stephanie suggested they break out a game. Everyone agreed and she went over to the closet and rummaged around. As she searched Debbie and Amy continued their conversation and Dave found himself getting lost in the sight of Amy's cleavage. 

Amy was taller than Debbie and probably stood about 5'10". She had beautiful black hair that she kept about shoulder length, but the feature that had always made Amy stand out was her breasts. They were very large and, Dave thought, perfectly shaped. He couldn't count the number of times that he would sneak a glimpse of her perfect breasts as she walked by him or as they talked. He thought that Amy had caught him staring a few times, but she had never said anything to him. Tonight she was wearing a v-neck shirt that revealed the perfect amount of cleavage. Just enough to tease but not enough to seem slutty. Stephanie's voice brought Dave's attention back from staring at Amy's chest.

"How about some cards?" Stephanie asked. "I'm taking a trip to Vegas this summer and I think I need to practice. Blackjack OK with everyone?"

Everyone agreed and Stephanie returned with the cards. They played for a while as the conversation continued and pointers were exchanged back and forth about how hands should have been played or about what to do next. It was then that Stephanie said, "You know, I am really getting a good feel for the game but I think to really practice I need to have something riding on the games. After all, in Vegas you don't get the chips for free and I don't want to blow all my money because I am not used to playing when something is on the line."

"You could get some chips and we could use those," Debbie suggested.

"I don't think that would work for me since the chips wouldn't really mean anything without having money attached to them," Stephanie answered.

"We could play for change," Dave said, "we could use quarters, dimes, and nickels. That way some money would be involved." Amy and Debbie nodded in agreement.

Stephanie screwed up her face and thought about the suggestion. "I suppose that would be better, but it still wouldn't quite do it for me."

"Since you don't seem to like any of our suggestions how about you tell us what you have in mind?" Dave said in a playfully exasperated manner.

Stephanie thought for a second, almost as if she was weighing whether or not to say something, and then finally said, "We could play for our clothes."

With that Amy, Dave, and Debbie all froze momentarily. In silence they all looked at each other to try and figure out how to respond. Dave's heart was in his throat at the mere idea of playing strip blackjack with these three, and his dick was already starting to stir and grow hard. As he looked around he thought he noticed Amy's nipples starting to poke through her shirt, but before he could verify that Amy crossed her arms mischievously and looked him right in the eyes saying, "I'm game."

Dave was inexperienced but he sure wasn't stupid. Two women were offering to play strip blackjack with him and even though he was secretly scared out of his wits he tried to sound as cool as possible as he said, "OK, count me in."

All eyes turned to Debbie who sat like she was in a state of shock. Stephanie said, "It's OK Debbie, we are all just good friends having a little fun. If you start to play and get too uncomfortable you can always leave and there will be no hard feelings. Besides, with your body I don't think you have anything to be embarrassed out with being naked in front of us."

That last sentence just about knocked Dave out of his chair. It was completely true, however to hear those words come from another woman was something he had previously only seen on the many porno tapes that he had rented. Debbie thought for a little while longer and finally said, "OK."

With that Stephanie let out a wicked giggle of anticipation and went upstairs to get everyone another round of drinks. As she left Amy said that she thought they should set some ground rules for the game. Dave's head was spinning at what was happening but he was able to focus enough to hear Amy suggest that each person be given three chips. When you lost a hand you would lose a chip, and if you won a hand you wouldn't lose any chips. If you lost and had no chips to pay you would have to remove a piece of clothing, but your reward for having to remove clothes would be three new chips. "After all," Amy said, "blackjack can be a very quick game and we don't want the game to be over too quickly." 

For some reason she looked at Dave when she said that and Dave's dick again stiffened. He wasn't quite sure what Amy meant by that remark but there was something very erotic about how she said it that grabbed his attention. Amy continued, "Last one dressed will be the winner."

Stephanie returned, agreed to Amy's rules, and dealt the first hand. Dave studied his cards with newfound urgency, but he still had a hard time focusing on anything except the growing pressure in his pants. The game continued for a while with nothing much happening. Each person's supply of chips shrank slowly as they took turns winning. As the hands progressed the conversation picked up and everyone seemed a little more at ease, although Dave could only speak for himself by saying that his heart was still in his throat.

Eventually the chips ran out and clothing starting being shed. Amy and Debbie both hit a really lucky streak and had only lost their shirts so far. Stephanie was down to only her bra and panties and Dave was down to only his pants and boxers. Even this was enough to give Dave a throbbing hard-on. Seeing Amy and Debbie's breasts covered with only bras would have been enough, but also having Stephanie undressed was nearly enough to make him cum in his pants.

Although Stephanie's breasts weren't nearly as large as either of the other two Dave always felt they were a great size for her. There wasn't really any one feature about Stephanie that stood out but all the pieces fit together very nicely. When you added in her slight "wild child" streak it was more than enough to cause her to be involved in Dave's masturbation fantasies on more than one occasion.

Stephanie lost several hands in a row and as she removed both her bra and panties Dave could almost feel the lust and sexual energy in the room. She said, "I guess this is only fair as I suggested we play for our clothes." 

Debbie sat silently staring at Stephanie's body as Dave mutely nodded. "I guess you're right," replied Amy who was staring at Stephanie with one eyebrow slightly raised in a way that was both sexual and inquiring at the same time. Just as Amy and Stephanie broke eye contact Dave thought he noticed Amy's eyes travel from Stephanie's face down to her newly exposed pussy pausing slightly at Stephanie's breasts with their slightly hardened nipples.

"Hey, let's go. I don't think the game ends just because I'm out. You all have had quite a look at me and I think it's fair I get the same chance with you," Stephanie announced to the group. With that she again sat down to Dave's left where she had previously been sitting. Now however she pushed her chair back slightly from the table which offered the other three players a wonderful view of her naked body.

The game continued but everyone seemed more than a little distracted by Stephanie's body. Dave's pants were next to go. He was somewhat embarrassed by the obvious erection that was trying to poke through his boxers, but he wasn't going to chicken out now. He wanted to see where this was heading.

Several hands later Dave had no chips left and again lost, so he had to remove his boxers. He stood up and took a deep breath as if trying to summon his courage and then turned around and slipped the boxers down to his ankles. When he turned around to face the table there was a definite gasp from the three ladies. 

His dick was average in size, but it was completely erect and his guess was that the sight of his erect dick had affected the ladies in the same way that seeing Stephanie's naked breasts for the first time a few moments ago had hit him. Dave smiled slightly as the gasp had helped remove some of the awkwardness he was feeling and sat down again. Following Stephanie's cue he also pushed his chair back slightly to give everyone a good view of this rock hard dick.

Amy and Debbie continued playing and suddenly Dave felt Stephanie's hand on his shoulder. "It looks like you could use a little help," she whispered in his ear just before looking down at his dick. Dave stared at her silently not knowing what to say. Stephanie then stood up and said, "You two ladies keep on playing. Dave and I will be right back."

With that she grabbed Dave's hand and led him into the bedroom that adjoined the room they had just been in. Dave's dick bobbed as he hurriedly followed her into the room and he was still trying to comprehend what might be happening. Before he could wonder any longer Stephanie spun around, sat on the edge of the bed, and wrapped her lips around Dave's cock. 

The feeling of her warm and wet mouth on his dick was better than Dave could have imagined. Dave moaned loudly and watched Stephanie hungrily kiss and lick his cock. After all too short a time Stephanie looked up at him with a look of complete lust and said, "I can't take any more, I need you to fuck me." She immediately scooted up onto the bed and spread her legs inviting Dave to mount her in the missionary position. Dave took a second to admire Stephanie's obviously wet pussy as it was now fully exposed to him. Dave crawled on top of Stephanie and her hands quickly guided his cock into her pussy. With one thrust he shoved his full length into her and she let out a squeal of delight. He groaned at the sensation. Stephanie's pussy was tighter than anything he had felt before and so amazingly wet that he never wanted it to end. Stephanie looked him in the eyes and said, "Fuck me like I know you want to. I want to feel you cum."

Dave began thrusting in as controlled a manner as he could. His initial thought was to just wildly fuck her until he came, but then he thought he had better make it last as long as he could. He knew that no matter how hard he tried that his heightened state of arousal and the lurid way that Stephanie was fucking him would probably mean this was destined to be a short fuck. 

He pushed himself up with both hands to thrust a little deeper into her. She had reached down and was playing with her clit as Dave continued to fuck her. Dave tried to record everything about the scene in his mind. He watched Stephanie's face, eyes closed, mouth slightly open. He listened to the wet, slurping noises being made by her pussy as it seemingly tried to swallow his dick on each thrust. He watched her breasts ripple with each of his thrusts and noticed that her nipples had become erect. 

He tried to look down to watch his dick moving in and out of her but her hands massaging her own clit was all he could see. Periodically, Dave would feel one of her hands lightly grasping his dick just at the point where it entered her body. She would hold the grip for two or three strokes and then her hand would return to its work on her clit. The extra sensation of her hand wrapped around him as he fucked her was almost too much for Dave to stand. Suddenly, just as she was releasing his dick with her hand, Dave knew he had passed the point of no return and blurted out, "I'm going to cum."

Stephanie started moving her hands more rapidly on her clit and just started yelling, "Yes, yes, yes." 

The power of his orgasm and the amount of cum that he shot into Stephanie's eager pussy surprised him. He shot load after load into Stephanie's waiting pussy and continued to thrust into her. Just as his orgasm had ended Stephanie yelled, "Oh, god!" and her pussy starting quivering and clenching Dave's dick. Her body went stiff as she groaned loudly and the tremors in her pussy reached a peak.

Dave collapsed on top of Stephanie's sweaty, panting body and tried to compose himself. She hugged him tightly and gave a very contented purr. They were still for a few moments when she raised her head slightly and said, "I think we should go rejoin the game, don't you?"

"The game?" Dave thought. He had totally forgotten that in the next room Amy and Debbie were still there and presumably still playing cards. He couldn't believe that he had just had the most amazing sexual experience of his life while two other partially dressed women were in the next room. 

He looked at Stephanie and nodded his head. They got up from the bed with a very passionate french kiss. Stephanie's tongue sliding along his tongue and exploring his lips caused his dick to twitch yet again and it rubbed against her stomach. She smiled devilishly and lightly fondled his cock and balls in her right hand. It was completely covered in a combination of his own cum and Stephanie's juices and he watched as Stephanie's hand gathered some of the mixture. She quickly licked the juices from her fingers as she pointed him toward the still open door. "There will be more time for that later," she said.

Both Amy and Debbie stared at them as they returned to the room. It looked like they had simply continued to play as he had fucked Stephanie. They were sitting in the same places as when he left the room, however Debbie was only wearing panties and Amy only was wearing a bra and panties. Amy looked Stephanie directly in the eyes and said, "That sounded fun." Amy then very deliberately looked at Dave's still wet dick and gave him a quick wink. 

Dave and Stephanie sat down on the couch next to the table and watched the action. Debbie lost a few hands in a row and had to remove her panties. Dave's fantasies about Debbie couldn't even come close to seeing her nude. She looked like those fitness models that perfectly combined sexuality and athleticism. 

Once Debbie had stripped naked and the other's had a good long look at her, Stephanie stood up and declared that Amy was the winner and suggested that Debbie and Amy join her and Dave on the couch. The couch was in an L-shape and Dave was sitting on the short end of the L. Debbie took a seat in a padded chair next to the couch on the other side of the room from Dave and Stephanie sat at the other end of the couch next to Debbie. 

Amy slowly walked to the middle of the room and joked, "I just don't know why, but these clothes seem out of place." With that she started doing a very slow striptease in time to the music coming from the stereo. She danced very slowly and moved her hips in a delicious motion that reminded Dave of how Stephanie's hips had just moved as he fucked her. Dave was absolutely mesmerized by the show Amy was putting on. He watched intently as she slowly guided her hands over her stomach and breasts. She slowly sucked on a finger as she took turns making eye contact with everyone in the room.

As Amy's dance continued Dave noticed that Stephanie had reached over and was slowly stroking her fingers along the top of Debbie's thigh. Debbie sat motionless and stared at Amy's performance. 

Amy's erotic dance continued and she teasingly removed her bra directly in front of Dave. As she slowly dropped the bra to the floor Dave got his first glimpse at her breasts. They were perfect. They were large but there was no sagging at all. Her nipples nearly hypnotized him as they were completely erect and stood out like a couple of pencil erasers from her breasts. Amy returned to dancing and started to slowly rub her breasts and tweak her nipples.




School's Out



Dave's dick had fully come back to life and was as hard as he had ever know it to be. Amy's show was also affecting Debbie as she had now parted her legs to give Stephanie access to her pussy with her wandering hands. Stephanie's hand was buried between Debbie's legs. Stephanie quickly stood up and knelt on the floor in front of Debbie. Debbie slid forward so she was sitting on the very edge of the chair and then leaned her head back to continue to watch Amy's dance. Stephanie lowered her head to Debbie's pussy and the room was filled with the sound of Stephanie's tongue exploring every part of Debbie's wet pussy.

Amy's attention was mostly caught by the lesbian performance they were witnessing and her dance had become more distracted. After she removed her panties she stopped dancing and silently continued to feel her own breasts and nipples as she watched Stephanie suck Debbie's pussy.

Debbie had closed her eyes and thrown her head back and was lost in the pleasure she was feeling from Stephanie's tongue. She placed her hands on Stephanie's shoulders and began to groan with deep pleasure.

The scene before him was too much and Dave knew he had to do something with his now aching dick. He stood up and approached Amy from behind. As his cock pressed against her ass he put his arms around her and started to massage her breasts. Amy gasped at this and used her hands to guide Dave's hands over her breasts. Although he was now living a fantasy in massaging Amy's naked breasts he knew he had to do something about his hard cock so Dave slowly guided Amy to the floor in front of the couch. Amy knelt on the floor and leaned over the couch so she was still facing Debbie and Stephanie. Dave knelt behind her and guided his dick into her dripping pussy. She groaned quietly and reached one hand behind her and rested it on Dave's hip. Dave gripped her hips firmly and began to thrust into her. His previous fuck that night was going to allow him to control himself a little better this time, so he tried to take his time as best as he could.

Stephanie continued her work on Debbie's pussy and judging by Debbie's groans she wasn't going to be able to take much more. Debbie yelled, "Oh, yes. That's it!" and pulled Stephanie's head into her pussy with both hands. Dave could only see Stephanie's head moving but imagined that her tongue was deeply buried in Debbie's pussy. Debbie came with a shriek and her whole body went limp.

Just as Debbie was cumming Amy starting to thrust herself back on Dave's dick and starting grunting loudly. In wasn't long before she came with a very satisfied moan and Dave felt her pussy twitch and clench his cock as Stephanie's had done a short while earlier. This sensation was more than Dave could take and he closed his eyes and started driving into Amy with renewed force. 

The room was filled with the thumping sound of Dave's body slapping into Amy's ass and the wonderfully wet sound of Dave's cock sliding in and out of Amy's pussy. Dave came with a force that equaled his earlier experience with Stephanie. He kept his eyes closed and just enjoying the sensation as he slowed his thrusts into Amy's now sopping wet pussy. When he finished cumming he stayed inside her and just enjoyed the feel of his dick growing soft while still inside her. He began to slowly rub Amy's back and shoulders when his hand suddenly bumped into another hand.

He opened his eyes to see that Amy and Stephanie were now engaged in a very passionate french kiss and Stephanie was rubbing Amy's shoulders. He watched intently as their tongues danced together. He slowly removed himself from Amy and sat back on the couch to watch this new show. Stephanie pulled Amy up onto the couch and continued their passionate embrace. Stephanie broke the embrace and leaned over to suck one of Amy's nipples into her mouth. Dave could see Stephanie's tongue dance across the hard nipple. Her other hand moved to Amy's other breast and she started to squeeze and roll Amy's other nipple between her thumb and index finger. Amy gasped with pleasure and threw her head back. Stephanie continued her work on Amy's breasts until Amy announced it was her turn and pushed Stephanie back into a sitting position on the couch. Amy then lowered her head and returned the favor by sucking and fondling Stephanie's breasts and nipples.

Dave glanced over at Debbie and saw that she was staring intently at the other couple. She had one hand on her pussy and was slowly stroking her breasts with her other hand. She looked over at Dave with a look of complete passion and lust. As they made eye contact Debbie stood up and slowly walked across the room to him. She dropped to her knees in front of Dave and began to stroke his dick with both of her hands. Her hands were quickly covered in the combined juices from Dave, Amy, and Stephanie. Debbie ran one hand under Dave's dick and began to fondle his balls while stroking him with her other hand. Debbie alternated between lowering her head to kiss and suck Dave's semi-hard dick and turning around to watch Amy and Stephanie.

Amy and Stephanie had moved into a 69 position with Amy on top. They were each hungrily eating at the other's pussy and Dave suddenly became very turned on at the thought that they were each tasting his cum from inside the other's pussy. In this night's adventures Dave had yet to actually taste a pussy, and he thought it was time to fix that situation. He stood up from the couch and slowly lowered Debbie onto the floor on her back. He moved between her legs and quickly went to work kissing and licking her pussy. He loved to suck pussy, but he didn't have much experience. Debbie was groaning loudly and grinding her pussy into his mouth so he figured he was doing something right. 

He quickly looked up at Debbie and saw that she had her head turned and was staring at Amy and Stephanie. They had again changed positions and Amy was lying on her back on the couch with Stephanie between her legs. Amy's left leg was thrown up over the back of the couch and her right leg was hanging off the couch with her foot on the floor. Stephanie was fucking Amy with her fingers and leaning over and sucking Amy's clit into her mouth. Amy had both hands on her amazingly erect nipples and was squeezing and pulling at them. Amy opened her eyes and looked straight at Debbie as she started to cum. Stephanie quickly removed her fingers and slid her tongue as far as it would go into Amy's pussy. Amy and Debbie stared deeply into each other's eyes and each orgasmed at the same time from the work Stephanie and Dave were doing on their pussies.

After Debbie came she pulled Dave on top of her and said, "Fuck me hard!" Dave didn't need to be asked twice and buried his cock into her pussy. He drove into her so hard that he thought that he might be hurting her, but she continued to urge him to keep fucking her. Dave drove his cock into Debbie until they both had worked up a heavy sweat in the early summer night's heat. He stared at her now sweaty breasts as they bounced back and forth from the force of his thrusts. Finally, he couldn't take anymore and he unloaded a third load of cum into Debbie's waiting pussy. It wasn't as much cum as he shot into the other two earlier, but the sensation Dave felt was as intense as he had ever experienced. Debbie closed her eyes suddenly and came one more time when she felt Dave's cum inside her pussy. He collapsed next to Debbie and they lazily stroked each other's bodies as they turned their attention to watching Amy and Stephanie on the couch. 

The pair on the couch had switched places and Amy had her head buried between Stephanie's legs. Stephanie was groaning loudly and obviously enjoying Amy's work. Stephanie's body stiffened and she groaned deeply and loudly as she came all over Amy's busy tongue. After Stephanie's orgasm Amy slid up and lay down next to her on the couch. They kissed deeply as Dave and Debbie did the same on the floor.

It didn't take long for all four of them to fall asleep where they lay. Just before Dave drifted off he thought to himself that this promised to be a great summer. 



School's Out



Kim Collins sighed again as she looked at herself in the full-length wall mirror in their bedroom.

Her bedroom, she corrected herself. Roy had moved out to live with his assistant nearly a year ago. The divorce had been finalized three months ago.

He'd always said he liked short blondes, Kim thought. Unfortunately, it had also turned out that he liked younger, taller brunettes better.

Kim looked at herself again. 5 feet tall in bare feet, as she was now. Flat stomach. A slim waist. Large, firm breasts with light pink nipples the size of quarters, erect now because the room was a bit cool. A firm, round butt. Her pussy was hairless and smooth in preparation for summer sun-bathing and swimming. Her heart-shaped face was framed by shoulder-length, naturally blonde hair that she allowed sunlight and the occasional bit of lemon juice to lighten.

She turned around again. 100 pounds soaking wet, 34d-20-33, 28 years old, gainfully employed as a high school English teacher for the last seven years and the owner of her own house and car: what wasn't to love?

But the five dates she'd been on since Roy left had all been disasters. Her friends set her up with nice, unattached men. She found the men boring. Nice, nice, nice. Roy had been nice.

No, she thought, Roy had seemed to be nice.

Kim shrugged and decided to get dressed. On the bright side, school was out for summer. Here it was, a Monday, and she didn't have to do anything but go shopping.

Once dressed, she looked at herself in the mirror again as she pulled her hair back into a ponytail. White t-shirt, white shorts, white sandals, white sports bra, white panties: she laughed as she realized that she, too, was a little too white. She needed to work on her tan at some point because right now she looked a bit like a vampire dressed up to play tennis.

A lot of senior citizens ambled around the grocery store along with a few young mothers with small children. Kim glanced at her watch: 11 a.m. Her grocery cart nearly full, Kim was lost in a trance in the coffee section when a hand patted her shoulder.

Someone with pleasant baritone voice said, "Mrs. Leonard?"

Kim jumped a bit and turned to see who had addressed her.

The speaker was a towering young African-American man in green shorts and a red t-shirt. She smiled as she recognized him.

"Tim, Tim Johnson. How are you? How's college?"

Tim smiled. "Good, good. Second-team All-American at linebacker this year, one more year to go to make first team. GPA's over 3.00, and English is my best subject. I've got you to thank for that."

When Tim had entered her Grade 12 English class, he'd been a bright kid who'd coasted by on intelligence and his status as a football star. She'd failed him on his first test, and when he'd come to see her after class she'd initially been intimidated by this heavily muscled, 6'6" jock. But he hadn't been angry, only amazed that someone had finally called him on his work habits. Over the course of the year, she'd tutored him and a couple of other students, and by the time he graduated, Tim was an 'A' student in English who enjoyed reading on his own. Seeing him sitting cross-legged on the school lawn as his last year wore down, reading glasses on and one paperback or another held in his giant hands, used to make Kim smile.

"You had the brains, Tim. You just had to put in the work."

"Thanks." He smiled again. He was, Kim realized, turning into a very handsome man of 21. She realized she was blushing a bit as she looked at him. Clearing her throat, she spoke.

"It's, um, Miss Collins now. My husband and I got divorced this year."

Tim frowned. "I'm sorry. Pardon me if I ask, but who left who?"

"He left me."

"Well, he's a fool. You look great, you're a nice woman, and you're smart. Your husband's an idiot."

Kim felt the heat in her face and across her chest. My God, she thought, if I blush anymore I'm going to look like I've got a sunburn.

Tim smiled again. He'd noticed, she thought. Well, of course he noticed. They locked eyes for what felt like hours. She realized that her nipples had hardened, and not from any chill in the air.

"Um," she said, "I'm not your teacher anymore. Why don't you call me Kim?"

Still smiling, he said, "OK, ma'am. I mean Kim." They both burst out laughing.

"So," Kim said, "what are you doing here?"

"I'm in town until tomorrow morning visiting the folks. Then it's off to help out at summer football camps for high school kids until our camp starts in August."

"Ah. I meant, why are you in the grocery store?"

"Right. I took a bus downtown and was bumming around in the old town for the day. Mom said we needed coffee, so I stopped off here before grabbing a bus to the Northland Mall." He reached across her front to grab a tin of coffee. His forearm lightly brushed her collarbone as he brought the tin back to cradle it in one arm like a football. She shivered a bit at the touch.

She smiled at him again, and again they looked into each other's eyes. Finally she broke eye contact, flicking a quick glance at Tim's muscled chest, wondering what it looked like under that tight t-shirt.

Well, she thought, why the hell not?

"Tim, I'm done here with shopping. If you could help me with the groceries to the car and then help me unpack them at the house, I could run you down to the mall. My house is on the way, anyway."

Tim smiled again. "No, that would be too much trouble."

"I insist."

They pulled into her garage fifteen minutes later, the electric garage door closing behind them. No one had been out in the streets, Kim thought. No one had seen her passenger.

Well, what if they had, she wondered. He was just helping her unload groceries.

She looked over and smiled at Tim again before popping the trunk and getting out. She ran up to unlock the door into the house and then turned to go back to get the groceries Tim couldn't carry. The trunk slammed shut as she turned -- he'd managed to get all of the plastic bags in his two massive hands.

"Well," she said, "I guess that's the advantage of having big hands."

Tim laughed. "One of them."

He followed her through the door, down the hallway and into the kitchen.

"Just put them on the counter. I'll unpack them before I give you a ride to the mall. There's beer and soda in the fridge. TV's in the living room, just around the corner."

"A beer would be great." He opened the fridge and pulled a can of beer out. Popping the top, he took a swig before ambling by her and into the living room. One of his hands brushed her ass as he walked by.

She blushed again.

Away went the groceries. Kim bustled around the kitchen, half-wondering why she was hurrying so and why she felt so hot. The air-conditioning was turned up, she thought. Still, she felt a line of sweat run down her back.

In the living-room, the TV flicked from channel to channel. Like most men, Tim was an inveterate channel surfer.

Groceries away, Kim walked into the small washroom across the hall from the kitchen. She looked at herself in the mirror. A strand of hair had fallen across one eye. She blew on the hair a couple of times. To hell with it, she thought, pulling the scrunchie from her ponytail and then arranging her loose hair with her hands.

She stoppered the sink and ran some cold water into it. She bent over to splash water on her face.

"God, I'm hot," Kim said.

From behind her, Tim said, "Yes, you are, ma'am. I mean, Kim."

Kim straightened and met Tim's eyes in the mirror. She licked her lips.

"Actually," Kim said, "I like it more when you call me ma'am. Or Mrs. Leonard." Then she turned and brushed past Tim and down the hall toward the bedroom. Her bedroom.

She turned at the bedroom door to look back up the hall. Tim stood at the far end.

"You coming, Tim?"

He smiled. "Yes, ma'am."

She sat on the foot of the bed when he came in. She was still fully clothed. He started to sit down beside her.

"No," she said, "just stand there in front of me."

"Yes, ma'am."

His shorts were drawstring. The bulge straining at the front of them was absurd. Kim grinned as she undid the drawstring and carefully pulled the shorts down to the floor. Tim stepped out of them.

Tim was a boxer man. The bulge in the boxers jerked a bit.

"Take off your shirt," Kim said.

"Yes, ma'am."

The shirt flew across the room.

Just the boxers left.

Kim ran her two tiny hands across Tim's chiseled abs and up across his massive, hairless chest. Then she moved her hands around behind, across his lower back and then down inside the seat of his boxers. She squeezed his ass cheeks. They were as hard and muscled as the rest of him.

The bulge jerked up a bit more. A tiny spot of moistness appeared at the height of the bulge. Kim grinned again.

Again very carefully, she pulled his boxers down, trying to avoid jarring the bulge too much.

Tim stepped out of his boxers. He moaned a bit.

"Stay still," Kim said.

"Yes, Mrs. Leonard."

If anything, Tim's equipment was even more outsized than the rest of him. She cupped his testicles in her hand for a moment. Tim shivered. His balls were easily the size of tennis balls. Luscious fruit, they dangled beneath his penis within a perfectly smooth, perfectly shaved sac.

God, she thought, all those years spent picking Roy's pubic hair out of my teeth after I went down on him.

The penis, though, was the true wonder. Purple-black, it was the size of Kim's forearm. Mentally, she gasped. Eleven inches? Twelve? She wrapped the fingers of one small white hand around the shaft. Tim moaned again. Her finger nails just touched her thumbnail.

She ran a finger down Tim's gorgeous, giant cock. In response, the cock jerked upwards until it stood up straight against Tim's stomach. She noticed that the glans of Tim's massive, circumcised cock now glistened with pre-cum.

Kim wrapped her fingers around the shaft again. She felt the pulse of Tim's racing heart through his cock, felt the warmth of him throbbing in her hand, felt that warmth pulsing through her entire body.

She shifted a bit on the bed, felt the wetness between her legs. My God, I'm soaking, she thought, I've soaked through my panties.

Tim shivered again. Kim looked up at his face. He'd closed his eyes. A bead of sweat ran down his chest.

"Tim, baby," she said.

"Yes, ma'am?" He started to open his eyes.

"No, keep them closed, honey." She let go of his cock while she scrambled out of her clothes. They joined Tim's shirt in a heap by the window.

"May I open them now?"

"No, honey. When do you have to be back?"

"Five or so. Before supper."

"OK, then we've got lots of time. Just let go this first time whenever you feel like it. Then you can open your eyes."

"OK, Mrs. Leonard."

She reached for the bottle of moisturizer on the night table and squirted a generous amount into her right hand. She lotioned up both hands and then began to stroke Tim's cock, working her hand up and down and up and down on the warm, massive shaft. She'd pause every few seconds to hold the shaft near the tip and work her thumb around the head before resuming her up and down motion. She cupped his balls in her other hand.

"Oh, God," Tim moaned, "I'm going to cum."

Kim smiled. His cock swelled larger in her hand. "I know, honey. I know."

She managed to get her hand up and down the shaft one more time. Then Tim shuddered. His cock bucked in her hand and cum exploded out of it in one thick, ropey spurt after another. The first spurt splashed across her neck and breasts. The second splattered across her stomach, the third across her thighs, and the fourth landed on her forearm as she held his cock.

Tim's cock barely softened after the eruption. She smiled. "Open your eyes, honey."

He moaned and swayed a bit on his feet before looking down on her. Tim saw his favorite teacher smiling up at him, his cock already swelling again in her hand. Her pale face looked up at him. His cum lay glistening across those perfect breasts and down her smooth, white belly. She shifted a bit and he could see between her legs, and inside. Pink wetness waited there for him.

She let go of his cock and moved to kneel on the bed before going down to her hands and knees, her ass pointing toward him, perfect and pale with its vertical pink mouth parted slightly for him.

Tim's massive hands encircled Kim's waist and pulled her closer to the end of the bed so that he could remain standing while he mounted her. He gently pushed her head down onto the bed before tilting her ass up a bit more before he began to work the head of his cock, still glistening with cum and lotion, between the pink lips of her wet, wet pussy.

Kim grunted as she felt the head of Tim's cock spread her pussy wide in a way she'd never felt before. Tim paused as his former teacher grunted and wriggled.

"Am I too..."

"Please, Tim, I want you inside of me as quickly as possible. Hurry up and fuck me." She moaned and turned her head so that she could see the two of them in the mirror to her left.

Tim's giant, perfect body dwarfed her. Panting, she marveled at the sight of him easing his massive, beautiful cock farther and farther inside her. Finally, like a magic trick, it vanished.

She widened her stance a bit. God, it was like having the cock of a god inside you. He seemed to have filled her utterly. She shivered at his slightest move as he remained inside her to the hilt, his eyes roving across her body.

Tim ran his fingers across her back and down to her ass before reaching around to feel her breasts, her hard nipples, her smooth stomach. He shifted a bit and pulled about an inch back out.

Kim screamed as Tim pulled back a bit. The orgasm hit her then, flooding her body with such intense pleasure that she almost fainted.

"Mrs. Leonard, are you...?"

"Fuck me, Tim. Oh, God, fuck me."

Tim smiled. He buried his cock all the way inside her again and then began to move back and forth within her, pulling out to the head before sliding all the way back in each time. She met and matched his rhythm and the two lovers moved together for what seemed like forever, for what seemed far too short a time.

Kim shuddered as the second and third orgasms gripped her, but she managed to keep up the increasingly fast pace. Tim panted. His cock swelled harder and harder inside her.

His hands gripped her waist hard enough to bruise as his second orgasm boiled through him and exploded inside her. Cum filled all the spaces his cock didn't. She grunted and imagined cum filling every space inside her, cum erupting from her mouth. She came again and again.

Exhausted and sweaty, she collapsed on her side on the bed after Tim pulled out. He stretched out beside her and idly began stroking her thighs and stomach.

"That was good," she said, placing a small hand atop his large one as his fingers traced patterns across her stomach.

"Yeah," he said, "yeah, it was."

Kim glanced at the clock on the night stand.

"And we've still got two hours," she said.

Tim laughed. His hand moved down from her stomach.

THE END



School's Out



Steve asked me if I'd like to come to our school reunion. We were both twenty and being schoolmates seemed a long time ago. I agreed before he told me it was fancy dress. 

'Your girlfriend, Sally's ok about this?' I ask dubiously. I knew Sally well, not that we got on particularly and she was phenomenally jealous. She would spin into a rage if Steve merely glanced at another woman. And his reputation at school was that of a ladies man. 

'She was fine,' he said flippantly.

I raised an eyebrow in disbelief. Sally's never fine when it came to other women.

'Honestly.' he said with a broad grin. 'I admit she was a bit jumpy, which is natural but when I said you where coming and it was fancy dress she relaxed.'

I was amazed but delighted that he'd been allowed out, it promised to be a great fun.

That night back from the pub we talked about what we would wear. I still had my school tie and Steve had kept his cap. It was terrific thinking back to our school days. So much had changed and it would be interesting to meet up with our old year. I looked at Steve he had certainly changed. He was now a thickset broad young man of about 18 stone. He worked out regularly in the gym and his muscles and six back stomach was proof of that. I on the other hand hadn't changed much. Admittedly I had grown and put weight on yet I was still the slight, under weight baby faced (some would say effeminate) looking lad I was then. I assumed Steve was joking when he asked if I was going as a schoolgirl. He may have joked but the thought of a short pleated skirt tickling my slender thighs, a semi translucent white blouse on my smooth shoulders and a pair of lace panties on my firm rounded buttocks sent a cold shiver down my spine. I laughed at the thought and Steve laughed too.

'You'd make a pretty school girl.' he said wiping away a tear from his eyes.

That was it. I couldn't think of anything else. It was most peculiar. Every night my mind wandered back to our school days and the uniform we had to wear. But rather than be a boy I was the pretty schoolgirl. I became possessed. Every night I practically rubbed my little cock raw imagining I was wearing our schoolgirl colours. Burgundy. It was if I was there. The short pleated sexy skirt, sheer white blouse, stripped tie and smart blazer fitted me perfectly and I pictured my self not playing roughly with the lads but mingling with all the other young girls - doing what young school girls do best. Chatting about make-up, hairstyles, clothes and boys. The boy bit unnerved me having never had any tendency in that direction before but dressed in my imagination thinking about boys seemed only natural. Night after night I dreamed. Oh! I so much wanted to go as the pretty schoolgirl. This was a problem - I didn't want to tell Steve but felt he wouldn't mind if I did. I just didn't want him to think I wanted to. It was easy to hatch a plan. I ordered a girls uniform off the Internet but made sure it arrived too late to change it.

It was a relatively simple matter buying the various things off ebay and in a few days I had a burgundy tunic, white blouse, stripped green and burgundy tie and blazer. None of the items bar the tie where real school things but they looked very convincing. My only disappointment was the tunic, which was a bit drab. I wanted to find a sexy short matching skirt but though I tried I was out of luck. Steve asked how I was getting on and I told him I'd ordered the necessary but didn't tell him what I ordered.

'You're cutting it fine,' he said. Which of course was the plan. Once ordered my dreams took on a new height. I wasn't always the angelic schoolgirl. Sometimes I became the dirty girl. The dirty girl who showed her knickers to the boys, who let them put their inquisitive hands down my skirt and take me behind the bike sheds. 

I didn't have time to try everything on before wrapping everything in a box and sealing it with tape as if unopened from the post. I took it round to Steve's for a dress rehearsal. I wondered what he'd say when I unboxed my things only to find the wrong uniform. With no time to get another I'd have to wear it. I smirked to myself as I rang his doorbell chewing on my favourite gum. He too looked excited.

'Got your stuff?' he asked enthusiastically. I nodded and tapped the box I was carrying. 'Through ebay - arrived today.' I said.

He nods, 'you where lucky,' he jokes and waved me through to the lounge. 

'You first,' he said and watched as I tore off the brown paper. As planned I faked surprise and disappointment as I held up the girls tunic. 

'Oh no!' I cry picking out the girl's tunic. 'They've sent the wrong outfit,' I said disappointedly. Steve raised an eyebrow in disbelief but I deserved an Oscar as I angrily bundled everything back up and stuffed it in the box.

'Don't worry,' Steve says soothingly. 'What size is it?' 

'What does it matter?' I say crossly but nevertheless I looked carefully at the labels despite the fact I knew exactly what size it was. 

'Go on try it on.' Steve pressed. 'Why worry its fancy dress. It will be a laugh. You'll look great.'

I disagreed and made a few pitiful reasons why I shouldn't but Steve was remarkably persuasive.

My whole body tingled with expectation yet I felt awkward undressing in front of him and to make matters worse he seemed delighted with my nervousness. 

I put the white blouse on first but besides it doing up the wrong way it felt little different from my normal work shirts. The long white socks where strange as I hadn't wore such socks since school. I looked at Steve nervously as I unzipped the tunic, he nodded with approval and I stepped inside while Steve grinned like a Cheshire cat. 

'Looking good,' he says as I shuffle the dress around my hips pulling it over my shoulders and feeding my arms through the holes. He slowly zipped my back up and as I felt him click the tiny latch tightly shut a wave of shyness swept over me. I shook my head trying to dislodge any anxiety. 

But Steve behaved rather out of character and instead of stepping back he held me by the waist and pulled me towards him. I felt his hot breath against my cheek as his strong arms snaked round my tiny waist like a noose. He gives me an overly affectionate hug and I feel very vulnerable and awkward then as I don't react he spins me around and presses his groin into my backside. I feel the heat from his hardening cock and I jump forward pulling away from his arms. He looks mildly disappointed. Steady on I say laughing but Steve didn't laugh instead he studied me intently as if a painting in a gallery.

'Well?' I say prancing about the room on my tiptoes. 'How do I look?'

'Oh, Not bad, not bad at all.' He says. 'You've got amazing legs and you're hips are stunning. You look as if butter wouldn't melt in your mouth. You look like an angelic schoolgirl.'

'I do? I said uncertainly. 'Not bad then for a twenty year old.'

'No doubt about it,' said Steve. 'Looks as if you've skipped straight from the playground. The tunic suits you and it fits like a glove.' He stares me straight n the eye and I feel an icy chill sweep over me. 'What a coincidence.' He chirps.

The night had been inclement with an icy wind and Steve's house was cold. Yet even with my legs bare I was far from cold. A glow of pride and excitement warmed my whole body. I feel myself redden as I face a mirror and twist this way and that, keeping my eyes on my body, checking out my appearance from every angle.

I fish for compliments, as I didn't want to go to the fancy dress as a schoolgirl if Steve genuinely didn't approve. 'I'm still not sure,' I said. 'I just don't know what the others will think.'

Steve puts a reassuring hand on my shoulder. 'Don't be ridiculous it's a fancy dress not a fashion show. If you looked stupid I would tell you. But you don't - you look great. Remarkably great. If I were still at school I would fancy you myself. The dress hugs your curves and its length shows off your legs' he grins 'actually now you ask I'm not sure about the tunic length - It's quite long.'

I look down at my feminised form and with both hands on my thighs slide the skirt upwards but I get carried away and reveal more leg than I intended. Steve's eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint. 'You remember that prudish girl. What's her name?... Katherine, in our year.' 

I nod.

'You look like her.' I laughed but didn't like the comparison. I wanted to be like sexy Donna the school slut who spent more time in the bike sheds than class, not swotty Katherine who spent every free moment in the library. 

I smirked and tried to dismiss his comment but there was something about his stare that unnerved me. 

'Show me your costume?' I say. 'What did you buy?' 

He beams proudly and as I made us coffee he disappeared upstairs. Moments later I hear a cough behind me. What I saw came as a complete surprise. Framed in the doorway stood Steve not in schoolboy shorts, shirt and blazer but in stern long black trousers, with a swirling black masters' cape and an authentic mortarboard complete with tassel. He was dressed as black as a bat and almost as frightening.

'Late for school again, missy,' he booms and to my horror he pulls a long swishy wooden cane from behind his back like a magician. There was a flash of anger in his eyes.

I laugh. Steve always liked to play the joker but dressed as the quite, submissive schoolgirl I found his stance quite intimidating.

I stop and pull on my socks nervously. 'LAUGH!' he bellows, 'you may well laugh. Your work is sloppy, your attitude disrespectful and your attendance record appalling.' He looks me up and down like a sergeant inspecting his troops and walks around me prodding me hard with his cane disapprovingly. 

'You must be mistaken Sir,' I say performing a curtsy with a smirk splashed on my face. 

'What? Are you doubting me girl?'

I shake my head and attempt to look as innocent as possible. I giggle girlishly and feel myself blush as he deliberately catches the hem of my skirt with his long cane and slowly hikes it upwards. I stood frozen to the spot as inch by inch my skirt reveals my milky white thighs. 

'...And your attention to uniform is sadly lacking.' 

I giggle again and attempt to join in the masquerade. 'But... but... Sir my pretty tunic is neat and pressed, my delicate blouse crisp and white.

'And so it should be, girl.' He booms flexing his cane menacingly.

'So... what can the matter be?'

There's a terribly long pause as I wonder what he means and watch his beady eyes inspecting the hem of my skirt. The penny drops. 'It's below the knee,' I say helpfully.

'Are you being deliberately dumb. Are you a dumb blond?'

I shake my head...'but I'm not blonde,' I say.

Steve's voice reverts to normal. 'Oh! For goodness sake,' he sighs, 'get with it, I know, I know. Use your imagination. Just pretend.'

'Oh!' I say. 'Put that down to a blonde moment.'

Steve smiles. 'Now where were we?' His voice returns to the authoritative growl of the master. 'Yes, girl your hem maybe correct but...' he flicks his wrist violently and pulls my light skirt effortlessly to my waist exposing my masculine boxers, '...you're not wearing our regulation schoolgirl knickers.' I laugh and look at him sheepishly but Steve is not laughing and seemingly reveling in his masters' role. I stand awkwardly shifting my weight from foot to foot bending a knee over the other wondering what next. That's when I get my second shock of the evening as from his cape pocket he pulled a pair of familiar navy blue, high sided schoolgirl knickers. I chuckle to myself. 'Where did you get them?

'Never you mind, missy lets just say lost property.' he smirks knowingly'

'Are they clean?'

He thrusts them over my nose and I can't help but inhale their sweet perfume.

'Is that important to you?' he snaps.

'No,' I say but can't stop my body shaking from head to toe.

'You're indecent, you're a disgrace to the school,' he growls. 'Put these on immediately,' 

I was taken back by the tone of his voice yet my body trembled with excitement. My heart began to beat ten to a dozen as I took the knickers from his outstretched hand and gazed into his eyes expecting to see a twinkle of a smile - but nothing. He was scaring me but just like a real teacher and as his pupil I feel compelled to do as he commanded. 

The room seemed to fall silent as he watched enthusiastically as I reached up under my skirt and demurely pulled my boxers downwards. My little cock stiffened, free from the confines of my underwear and excited with what I was about to put on. God I was grateful for the skirt covering my growing pleasure. I desperately didn't want him to see how excited I was becoming. I step out of my boxers and my little cock brushes against the skirt sending waves of pleasure shooting through me. My mind awash and in a strange dizzy state I nervously stepped into the cotton gusset and gasped. The knickers where incredibly tight. So tight they cut the blood off to my legs like an elastic band on a fresh jam pot lid. Eyes wide open I stretched them slowly up my legs and over my rounded bum. They where tiny. The elasticated material squeezed me tightly. 'I can hardly bre.., e ...eathe!' I gasp. One thought went round and round my head, too awful to take in. I'm loving it! More and more girlish I felt. Loving it. The sensations were amazing as inch by inch my masculinity drained from me like old bath water and as this trickled away it was replaced with girlish, feminine thoughts. My eyes began to water but I loved every minute and as I shut my eyes momentarily I imagined myself in our old schoolmaster office. The girls' tunic hanging from my shoulders, the hem tickling my knee and now the tight knickers squeezing my cock and balls into a feminine mould magnified the experience. I smoothed my skirt down and looked at Steve for approval but rather than smile he stood before me menacingly, feet apart the cane in both hands. He was obviously relishing his role. He bends the cane menacingly and leans towards me. 'Show me, young girl,' he barks and without question I nervously I lift my skirt skywards until I feel his eyes burn into my feminised butt.

He nods with approval my little cock completely squashed up inside of me. 'Very good,' he says. 'As I always say,' he enthused, 'it's those little finishing touches that make all the difference.' 

I nod but my mind was elsewhere. Once again, I saw myself as the pretty schoolgirl, with the sun above and the wind in my hair, skipping merrily to school. 'Can I go now Sir?' I asked at last. 

'Hold on I ain't finished with you yet! Full marks for the knickers but you must still be punished. You can't be expected to be let off for such a misdemeanor.' 

What happened next hit me so fast I had no time to object as he gripped my neck and marched me over to the dining room table. It was of dark oak and immediately reminded me of our schoolmasters' office desk and I shuddered. Without pausing to explain he bends me over the table and presses my head against the wood. 

'Be gentle with me,' I whimpered softly. I want to cry out as his game play takes on a more sinister tone. With my head pressed flat he taps my legs apart with his cane then pulls my skirt over my back. With some relief his voice reverts to normal, 'You know this is just play don't you?

I nod

'You only have to say and I'll stop.'

I nod again but I didn't want him to stop. The huge grin on my face was so fixed, so unmoving, it looked painted into place. I was in seventh heaven and I thrust my butt outwards for him to continue and I clenched my butt cheeks and brace myself for the inevitable. But I was confused. Though loving every minute I wasn't sure how he viewed this game. Was it just a momentary bit of fun or like me was he taking this seriously and perhaps more importantly was he getting as excited as me or just teasing? I didn't have time to find out as I felt a cold draught on my smooth butt then I hear a swish of his cane followed by a rush of wind. 'NOOOOO!' I wailed biting my lip but... felt nothing. I relax then felt his cane tapping my knickers. He walked behind me and pressed his groin once again against my butt. Again I felt his hot rigid cock and felt relieved that he too was finding this very exciting but I thought I knew Steve and I wondered how long had Steve had these tendencies. But then he probably was thinking the same about me. I wiggle my proudly pert butt and push it into his groin. I feel his cock stiffen.

'Oh dear, my sweet. These need to come down. How can I administer the cane if your tender young flesh is cushioned by your knickers.' Steve whispered, his voice trailing away to nothing. 'Now! He announced loudly, and clapped his hands together. 

I jumped but with my head still on the table and fumble behind and slide them awkwardly down my thighs my bottom proudly upright. I felt horribly vulnerable yet strangely excited. I'd never exposed my bottom to anyone before let alone wear a schoolgirls dress. Then almost immediately hear the frightening swish followed by another rush of wind then a loud smack of cane on flesh. 

'That's for failing to wear proper uniform.'

'Ouch!' I wince. 'That hurt,' I cry.

'Supposed to, Steve shouts tightening the grip on my neck. But I didn't object or struggle as he administered a further five stinging swipes at my fleshy bottom one after the other, smack, that's for chewing gum.' I giggle girlishly and kick a foot outward

Smack, that's for talking in class, I giggle again as my bum reds and smarts

Smack, that's for going down on your headmaster.

'What?' I say not laughing

You want to be more Donna than Kathleen don't you?'

I nod sheepishly

Smack, 

Burning tears run down my face and splash onto the oak desk as I pressed my own little cock into the table. 

'That's it,' came Steve's voice from behind. 'Let it all out. Wash your cheap sluttish behavior away.

Smack.

Eventually he releases me. 'And let that be a lesson to you young girl,' he says and for the first time my head at his groin level I notice a huge bulge in his trousers.

'That hurt and this is so unfair,' I say pulling up my knickers my chest still on the table, 'You're not wearing special underwear.'

'That's very assumptive child.' he sneers, 'Why don't you look?' and without waiting for me to reply he drags me off the table like a rag doll and presses on my shoulders forcing me to my knees. 

'Prove to me you're not a nice girl-next-door-type. I don't believe you've got it in you. You're far more Katherine than Donna.'

'You remember Donna,' I gasp. 

'Everyone remembers Donna,' he smirks.

'Did you?' I ask

He smirks again. 'Didn't everyone?' She was a three-in-a-bed, dirty girl who was always gagging for it.

You laugh and feel envious. But what should I do. Feeling mildly lubricated by a beer earlier I stepped tentatively forwards nervously and reach for his trousers. With your fingers on his zipper you expect him to laugh and pull away but he doesn't. Instead he nods approvingly and holds his gown away to give me free access. I slowly draw down the zipper. I expect to see a pair of multicoloured briefs but instead his huge cock springs loose like a caged tiger.

I startled but come over all girlish. Straight away I run my tiny hands up and down his muscular legs occasionally glancing the growing bulge between his legs. I take several short breaths. 

'Hurry up girl, I haven't all day. I've another class in 5 minutes,' Steve shouts impatiently grabbing my shoulders, pulling me closer. 

I didn't need a second invitation and touch his cocks shimmering shaft, gingerly at first then slowly wrap my fingers around its throbbing length. I open my sweet mouth; he feels my hot breath on his knob. 




School's Out



'Hmm!' he gasps, as my moist tongue touches his gleaming head. I inhale his intoxicating, musky smell and taste his salt. Slowly, ever so slowly I let his rigid tool slide into my mouth, my pearly white teeth teasing his taught flesh and in seconds its whole length had disappeared down my throat. My chin brushes against his wiry hair. I grasp his muscular thighs as he grabs my long hair and begins to pump and thrust - back and forth like a powerful engine. I hear him moan as the room resonates with the slurping sound of me sucking Steve's massive cock. Pump and thrust, pump and thrust. Harder and faster. My tongue twirls around him like a tornado and I suck harder and harder drawing his seed ever closer. I close my eyes and slip into yet another dream. This time I'm dancing with a bunch of pretty girls at our school disco. I'm wearing a skimpy dress with high heels. All the boys are looking at us and we know it. We tease them with our dancing, pretending not to notice, flashing tantalisingly glimpses of thigh or breast. It was a happy dream. A warm dream in which I felt thoroughly girlish. Until his cock suddenly spasms, that is. 

'Almost,' Steve cry's. 

My head bobs up and down, I go on wolfing him down, my mouth bulging with his throbbing cock. Pump and thrust, pump and thrust - eventually the inevitable happens - he twitches, he gasps, his whole body shudders. I move my hands onto his firm muscular backside, and as I do so he explodes, shooting his rich warm creamy cum down my throat into my tummy. My whole body from head to toe begins to tingle with pleasure, and a feeling of intense happiness spreads over me.

But that's not the end. There's more as Steve grunts and rams your head back into position. Again he thrusts and pumps back and forth sliding easily in your cum filled mouth. I'm tired now but he's in ecstasy. Something had to give. Something did give, and that something was Steve yet again. 

'Oh! Oh!' Out he shot like a bullet from a gun. 'Oh! That's it girl! Yelled Steve. Bigger than the first. The enormous explosion shocks you as once again he dumps a tremendous load. You swallow, hot torrents hit the back of your throat, but this time you gag and as you do he continues to spurt but withdraws from my mouth spraying his thick creamy seed over your face, hair and tunic. 

'Not so fast,' he says pushing his hips forward impaling you on his dagger. 'Suck me dry of every drop. Don't let any escape.' 

I know my place; I know what's expected, so I obediently close my quivering, hot lips round his twitching tool and clean it expertly with my tongue. Suck, suck, suck I perform like a silent vacuum cleaner drawing every last drop of seed from his spent cock. Eventually - and it does take sometime, he's satisfied. 

'Terrific.' he gasps triumphantly you and Donna would be best friends,' he zips himself up. 'You're a natural.' 

I'm slightly embarrassed with what I've done. 'I better go,' I said. 

'But before that there are one or two important things I...' Steve began rummaging furiously through a large box, and the air was filled with the things he was not looking for. 'Ah, here we are!' he exclaimed at last, and handed me a short, pleated schoolgirls skirt. 'Try it on,' he said eagerly. 

I was delighted. It looked beautiful so without hesitation as soon as Steve had unclipped and unzipped my cum stained tunic it was a crumpled heap on the floor. I held my breath as I stepped into the skirt, which was little more than a wide belt. It fitted perfectly. 'It's very sexy,' I say spinning on the spot so that the tiny skirt twirled outwards. I grin proudly.

'It's a genuine schoolgirls skirt,' he told me, as he untucked my blouse. 'It must have belonged to a right tart.' He cleared his throat. 'X' he said. 'I would like you to accept it as a token of my gratitude for... Well enough said.' 

I was overwhelmed. 'Thank you,' I said blushing. But Steve was not done yet.

'And these will transform you into a cheap schoolgirl slut.' he said slipping a huge padded bra, matching lace panties, suspenders, heels and a pair of black fishnets into my hand.

I smirked fingering the clothes between my trembling fingers. They where so sexy - just the sort of dirty, slutty clothes Donna would have worn.

I slipped off the blouse keenly and wrapped the bra around my chest. It was stuffed with two melon-sized cushions that filled the lace cups beautifully. Back on the semi-transparent blouse proudly showed the lacy cups and my enviable cleavage. It was filled in all the right places and made my waist look minuscule and gave me an amazing curvaceous figure.

'You needed to show off your long legs, tight bum and large chest.' he winks. I smile back and slip off my socks as he sat and watched me wrap the suspender belt around my waist.

'That's much more fitting you look a right slag. Before the night of the fancy dress I want you to shave and wear lots of make-up but it will do for now.' I smirk as I draw the fishnets up my legs and clip them in place. 

'Don't forget your panties,' he sneers, drawling. 'Every dirty girl wears sexy panties.

'I hadn't' I say, 'but what about the regulations....' fearful of another caning.

'Donna used to flaunt the regulations,' he said laughing. 'I think her philosophy was rules where meant to be broken.' He grinned as I pulled the navy blue tight sexless knickers down my legs. They were stained with precum and I stepped out them quickly hoping he didn't notice. The lacy panties where equally tight but beautifully delicate and in celebration once on I slipped on the heels and pranced about the room my skirt dancing wildly, flicking up at every opportunity, exposing my suspenders and new lacy panties.

'How do you feel now?' Steve asks. 'Any different?' 

I'm to busy prancing round the room to reply.

'I bet you feel incredibly sexy, hot - even naughty.'

I nod and pout provocatively.

Steve didn't need an invite and I soon found his hands all over me clawing hungrily at my huge tits and tiny skirt. Sliding over my rump down on to my thighs and up my skirt. I pull away coyly.

'Come upstairs and lets see if Sally's left some make-up you can borrow. I want some colour on your lips.' He chased me round the room with his cane directing into the hall and up the stairs with playful taps on my butt with his cane like a sheep dog. Once herded inside his bedroom he sat me on the bed and handed me her make-up bag.

'Will Sally mind' I ask

He smirked. 'What she doesn't know she won't mind,' he says.

Minutes later I'd painted my face with foundation, mascara, lipstick and eye shadow. I'd even sprayed myself with some of her expensive perfume.

'How do I look?' I ask. He choose to answer in actions not words and simply pushed me back on to the bed, manhandling me on to my knees. I giggled as he easily maneuvered himself behind me and gripped my fleshy butt with his huge, powerful hands. 

'I hope your cute butt is not too sore or marked.' 

I didn't have time to reply as he tore my skimpy panties downwards. I squealed like a pig in anticipation.

'Mmm!' he murmurs his hand smoothing my soft rounded buttocks, his fat fingers working their way between my cheeks glancing my sphincter.

I shuddered and my heart pounded. What had become of me? I felt possessed. I couldn't control my actions as my other hand, slid between my own thighs, gliding over myself, exciting myself. I felt my own little cock stiffen - I was eager - I was ready to fuck! I stood up and turned around, leaning over the mattress my left hand held tightly to the front of my groin, I raised the back of my skirt to expose my smooth rounded butt cheeks. 

'Fuck me", Steve, "Fuck me up the butt.' Steve smiled broadly. I knew what he was thinking very few women were experienced enough to know the true pleasure of being sodomized. I guessed the few women whom he had fucked anally had had to be primed with a full night of alcohol first. If this bitch wanted it up the poop chute - terrific! His pants around his ankles, he stood behind me and pressed the tip of his hard cock against my anus. 

'Who's a tease?' he said and as quick as lightening he tore down my panties fully down. He gasped as they slithered down my legs. His dick was well lubricated with my saliva and I relaxed my anal muscle so Steve's glands plopped into my butt with little difficulty. He pressed forward and his entire six inches slid smoothly and deliciously up my anal shaft. He slowly pumped his hot meat stick deep into my butt and then back out so that only the bare tip remained embedded in my hot canal. He then thrust his shaft back into me, marveling at my tightness - much better than almost any pussy he had ever fucked! I was in heaven; I loved the feel of a long hard cock slowly gliding up and down inside me, lovingly caressing my prostate, sending chills along my spine. Then to my surprise he reached around to my little cock, to stroke and caress it. As he did so he started to plough his cock along my love channel much more vigorously. I could feel his cum boil in his balls, eager for release deep into my bowels. I bucked back eagerly into Steve, working in tandem with him, driving his cock further down my anal shaft than it had yet reached, sending ecstasy through my body. Steve reached down to stroke my cock, to help me reach my orgasm. Instead of a furred pussy, his fingers encountered my little rigid cock.

'Fuck me, darling! I want to cum!' he said, so I thrust my butt back, sending steve's slick cock sliding back up the full length of my ass. "Oh JEEEZZZUS!! That's fucking fantastic! Oh, ..... Oh ... I'm ..I'm CUMMINGGGG!!" cried Steve as his thick mans cum erupted from the head of his cock, washing across my bowels. I continued to squeezed my butt muscles, milking the organ of all of its delicious fuck juices. I slowly fisted my own hard cock, eager to cum, but satisfied for the moment to let the Steve glow in his own orgasm. I turned my head and Steve kissed me passionately, his tongue probing deep into my mouth. I sucked his tongue hungrily. Spent, Steve collapsed backwards, and Is too fell back against him. His half wilted dick still embedded in my ass, Steve ran his fingers teasingly across the large nipples of my breasts, causing them to rise to full rigidity. I shivered and again kissed him. 

Whoooah!' I cried as I felt him cum inside me. And moments later I too dribbled my seed down my leg. Oh I groaned as Still impaled by Steve's huge cock I pressed backwards, I smiled, then grinned then laughed with delight as Steve thrust once, twice, three and four more times, faster and faster. I looked around the room and knew that I had not felt so welcome as I did now, here in Steve. It would be nice, I thought; if I could stay here live like this forever.

At that moment I hear a cry from downstairs.

'I'm home.... Steve... Hello.'

Footsteps. 

'Oh my God its sally,' Steve says quickly withdrawing from my bum. I felt his cum dribble out my bum as I pulled up my knickers. Just in time too as sally burst into the bedroom. I was still flushed with excursion.

Oh sally was surprised to see us both. Steve in gown and mortar and me in the schoolgirls outfit. She cackled with a hideous laughter as she walked into the room. 'My, my we do look pretty,' Sally says approvingly.

'w...w....we were just trying on the fancy dress outfits', Steve says nervously. 'For the school reunion.' he adds and my eyes widen in horror as I wonder what she's thinking.

'So I can see,' she says walking around me, studying my skirt, fishnets and huge chest. 'I see,' she says again with a broad smile. 'You've really gone to town... Or should I say school.' she cackles again and I look to the floor nervously feeling very over dressed

'My things fit you well.' she says.

'Y...Y..You bought these things,' I stammer.

'Yes. It was me stupid. You don't think Steve shopped for these things do you.' she says in a sneering voice. ' If you did your dumber than you look.' She laughed spitefully.

'But... but...' I question.

'It's really very simple - I wouldn't let Steve go to this pathetic school reunion on his own.' She laughs. It's not that I don't trust him but I went to a neighboring school and even I knew Donna...' She looked at Steve and smirked knowingly making me feel as if she had a hidden agenda. '... But when Steve suggested you where going together I suggested the schoolgirls outfit for you. Steve may look a great catch and might even look the part with a convincing schoolgirl under his arm but his street creed will be deeply dented when everyone learns that you're not a girl but a boy who loves dressing as a sissy school girl.'

'That's not fair,' I plead. 'It's only a bit of fun.'

'Yeah! And don't let me stop you. And you do look as if you've been having fun.' 

I frown. 'You've got the wrong idea,' I said. 

She sneers. 'Nonsense I can tell you're enjoying every minute in that little skirt and those high heels.' She turns to Steve and gives him a hug and a kiss on the lips.' Steve darling didn't I say if he wears the panties he really is a sissy.' Her Voice was nasal and mocking and to prove her point she grabs the hem of my skirt and yanks it upwards. 

I swallow the lump rising in my throat.

'I rest my case,' she said glaring at my disheveled lace panties. 'You two boys go and enjoy your silly reunion'. She laughs. 'I needn't worry about Steve coping off with any of the girls. I think you'll put them off beautifully.... but if I were you I'd be worried whom I danced with. I've heard a rumor that some of the lads like a pretty boy.'

I look at Steve tears forming in my eyes.

'Ignore her she's only jealous.' he said.

'I'm not jealous of you,' she said turning her nose in the air as if I was a nasty smell. 'No respectable lady would be.' Then to my horror she pulls from her jacket a camera phone and snaps half a dozen pictures of me. 'Just for assurance,' she says. 'I don't want you chickening out. And don't even think about wearing something else I have my spies too. So Steve if you want to go you'll have to take out pretty friend with you.' She laughs cruelly satisfied with her work. 'It's as good as a chastity belt.' She cackles with laughter again as she leaves the room.

'She's unkind,' I say

'Her barks worse than her bite,' he says. 'It doesn't really change anything and she doesn't suspect a thing about... you know.' he flexes his cane, 'Lets keep it that way, for both our sakes.'

'But the others will soon guess I'm a boy even in this outfit.' 

Steve smiles. 'I'm not so sure. You look amazing tonight and with a little more effort I think you should go all out to fool everyone.'

'She's right though. No woman will be interested in you when I'm around. If they do think I'm a girl surely they will leave you alone anyway.'

Steve laughs. 'I wouldn't be so sure.'

'Hmm' I say feeling strangely jealous. 'I wonder what Donnas up to and will she recognise us in these outfits.' Steve smirks and begins to take his cloak off. ' Will anyone else dress as a girl?' I ask.

Steve smiles and flexes his cane menacingly. I do hope so.'

Later that night after I'd dressed into my own things Steve saw me to the door. He made sure Sally wasn't in earshot. 'And for homework I want your body hairless and smooth.' He smirks. 'And I want you to practice your make-up and for the party I want to see you with bright red lippy, the works. Oh and sort your hair out. Buy yourself a blonde wig or something. I'll pick you up at eight. Don't be late and remember I want you to steal the show.'

As I walked home my butt still smarting from the cane and my stomach full of Steve's cum I was in a state of tremendous excitement. What would happen at the fancy dress? How will the others react to me? Will I meet the infamous Donna and the respectful Katherine? You choose?



School's Out



I'm at university in Edinburgh, nearly four hundred miles from my home town, just north of London. I've been here two years -- I'm 20 now -- and although I love this bustling city I still miss my old home. I try to get back there as often as possible, but it's not easy. Last time I went back though, I had an amazing experience.

I'd arranged a lads' night out with some of my mates and my kid brother, Nick. He's 18 and currently studying for his A Levels at the same school I attended, hoping to get good enough grades to join me at Edinburgh. Ours is a small town, with not many nightspots, but after starting off in a pub we headed for a new club that I hadn't visited before. Even before we descended the stairs to the basement entrance we could hear the throb of dance music. As the bouncers opened the door to let us in the volume became almost deafening, and we were hit by a blast wave of heat and the glare of flashing lights.

Although it was quite early the place was packed like a sardine can, and we shouldered our way to the bar. One of the other lads started to get in a round of Budweiser, while I surveyed the dance floor. It was heaving with gyrating bodies, but one in particular caught my eye. She was a little blonde, right in the centre of the crowd, swaying and waving her arms wildly above her head. She wore a gold lamé boob tube which glittered with the reflected light from the overhead mirror ball, as did a little jewel nestling in her belly button. As she whipped her head around, her hair hid her face, but I was sure there was something familiar about her. I wondered if I knew her from school, but she didn't ring any bells as a former fellow pupil.

A couple of our group noticed my interest in her, and started nudging me and joking about me trying to pull her. I should say at this stage that I haven't had a steady girlfriend for some time. It's not that I don't like women, or vice versa -- I'm six feet tall, slim but well-toned with light brown hair and always had plenty of girls interested in me at school. It's more that I intend to return home when I finish in Edinburgh, so there's not much point in starting a serious relationship with another student who could be from anywhere, and might not be keen on settling in a provincial little London dormitory town. The girl on the dance floor, and the fact that I couldn't quite place her, intrigued me. It never crossed my mind to seriously try chatting her up, I just wanted to know who she was. She didn't seem to be dancing with anyone in particular so, giving the lads a grin and a wink, I started to make my way through the throng of dancers towards her. As I reached her, her twirling movements brought her round to face me -- and I got the shock of my life! I knew her from school all right -- but not as a student.

She was my old teacher, Miss Taylor. Well, I say old, she's actually only about 10 years older than me. I'd been in her form at school, and she had also bullied me through to the 'A' grades in my Modern History and Political Science A Levels which had clinched my placed at Edinburgh University. I'd had an odd sort of relationship with her -- I respected her immensely as a teacher, but there were times when she'd been a real bitch to me, slagging my work and making me re-write entire essays and projects. She grinned in surprise at seeing me, and shouted something. The music was too loud for me to hear her voice, but I could read her lips saying, "Well, Barry Robson -- hello." I nodded in reply, still amazed to see her there. She started to say something else, shook her head laughing then pointed to the bar with one hand, miming drinking from a glass with the other. I nodded and she took my elbow and steered me through the mass of dancers to a relatively quiet corner, at the other end of the bar from my mates.

She pulled herself up onto a bar stool, and I sat opposite her. I reached for my wallet, but Miss Taylor stopped me. "No, you hard-up students need to save your money, I'll get them." While she tried to attract a barman's attention I took in her appearance, which couldn't have been more different to the prim and proper teacher I'd known. Her corn blonde hair, worn in a bun at school, hung loose on her skinny bare shoulders, her fringe plastered by sweat to her forehead. She had twinkling green eyes, a slim nose just a fraction too long, a wide mouth and a pointed, dimpled chin. Her blonde hair, her elfin looks, her size (she's only about five-two, and petite) and her toned down Cockney accent could lead a person not to take her seriously -- until she's torn them off a strip, and they emerge from the wreckage feeling as if they've just been mugged by Mike Tyson's bigger, meaner brother. That evening her eyelids were painted silver, her lips cherry red, matching her finger and toenails, and she had glitter on her flushed cheeks. The boob tube emphasised a decent pair of tits that I'd never really noticed in my school days, her nipples forming little hillocks in the material. It stopped well short of her navel and that sapphire coloured stone I'd seen before, set in a gold mounting. In addition she was wearing a pair of white shorts that barely extended onto her thighs, showing off short, shapely legs, and strappy sandals. As the drinks arrived she took a long pull at a bottle of Bacardi Breezer -- clearly not her first drink of the night -- and grinned at me again, shaking her head. "Well, well, well -- Barry Robson. Of all the discos, in all the towns, in all the world..." She giggled at her Casablanca reference.

I took a swig of my Bud and, raising the bottle to her, said, "Thanks for this Miss. And can I just say, you look amazing."

She giggled again. "Yeah, I do, don't I. And you're not at school anymore, call me Wendy."

I glanced at the raucous scene around us and, leaning closer to be heard, said, "I wouldn't have expected to see you in a place like this."

She laughed and said, "Ooh, hold the front page -- teacher has a life outside school. Well, it was either this or mark the fourth year mid-term History papers. Actually, there are a few of us here tonight -- Rod Lacey, Susie Gordon..."

As if to confirm her words, at that moment a familiar figure loomed through the crowd -- my old Geography teacher, Mr Anderson. I greeted him politely and he half-nodded, apparently not remembering me. Placing a hand on Wendy's shoulder, he squeezed it gently and asked, "Are you coming over to join us?"

Without taking her eyes from my face she vaguely waved a hand at him and said, "Yeah, I'll be there in a minute."

Mr Anderson turned away, glancing sharply at me. I said, "Sorry Miss, er, Wendy, are you two...?"

She stared at me for a moment as if I was mad. Then she said, "Me and Steve Anderson?", and threw back her head, roaring with laughter, exposing her slim white throat. Gasping to regain her breath she flapped her hand in front of her face and said, "Whew dear, too much excitement for an old lady like me. Steve's a poof, I thought you lot had sussed that one out years ago." There had been gossip about his sexuality when I was at school, but I'd always dismissed it as the usual malicious kids' mischief making. Then Wendy added, "He and Ian Berry have been together since your time."

The revelation about our swaggering, bearded sports master surprised me. I'd represented the school at swimming and various other sports, and thought I knew him pretty well. I laughed, and said, "Never! Mr Berry's gay?"

Wendy nodded vigorously, pleased at my reaction. "Don't tell anyone though. He's a bit sensitive about it, and he'd hang, draw and quarter me if he thought I'd outed him." We chatted for a bit longer about life in school. As I started into my second Bud I confessed, "There were times when I used to hate you."

She nodded with a laugh. "Yeah, I was pretty mean to you sometimes. Got you through you're A Levels though, didn't I? You learn early in teaching how to recognise which kids need the stick and which ones need the carrot. You were always a stick kind of lad. You were like me at the same age -- very bright, but basically lazy. I knew if I could get you through your exams you'd thrive at uni, and when I was rotten to you it was only to get your best out of you. How are you enjoying Edinburgh, anyway?"

"I love it.," I replied. "But I still miss this old dump. If you're ever up in Edinburgh give me a shout, I'll take you on the Rose Street pub crawl."

She chuckled, and said, "Mmm, sounds like a plan." As she spoke her hand slipped onto my knee. Of course, it could just have been a friendly gesture from a teacher to a successful former student; but my cock didn't think so, as it started to take a definite interest in the world around it. Suddenly I was lost for words. I shuffled forward slightly on my stool, giving her a firmer contact with my knee. She didn't remove her hand, just smiled blearily into my face.

Then I felt a hand on my shoulder. I whipped round, half expecting to see another teacher. Instead it was Nick, my brother. He seemed a little peeved that I'd abandoned him and the others. He said, "Hello Miss Taylor. We're moving on Baz; you with us?"

I pondered my options for a moment. Go off with a bunch of other young blokes on a pub crawl and get completely rat-arsed on beer, probably ending the evening by puking up a semi-digested kebab in some dark alleyway; or see where things went with the attractive, half-dressed, mature blonde whose hand was resting on my knee -- one of whose fingers, in fact, was playfully stroking the inside of my knee. It wasn't a difficult choice. I told my brother, "Nah, I'll hang on here for a bit. Leave your mobile on and I'll catch up with you later." Nick glanced at Wendy, gave me a sceptical sot of 'yeah, right' look and moved off.

Wendy sniggered. "Oh dear, that's my reputation trashed at school on Monday. 'Here, I saw Miss Taylor in Romano's on Friday night, looking like a right slapper.'" Then she added, "Look Barry, do you fancy going somewhere a bit quieter? I'm getting hoarse trying to compete with this music. I'll just go and grab my coat." Before I could respond she disappeared into the mass of bodies. She was back a couple of minutes later and, taking my hand to avoid us getting separated, led me to the exit and back up to the street. I couldn't help noticing that, as we walked the few minutes to a quiet pub in a neighbouring street, Wendy didn't release her grip on my hand.

I got our drinks in and we settled at a corner table, side-by-side. I said, "You know, if it hadn't been for you I'd probably never have got to any university, never mind Edinburgh. I know it might not have seemed like it at the time, but I've always been grateful to you for helping me through my A Levels. After I got my results I sent you a note thanking you."

Wendy smiled. "I know, I've still got it. She held her white wine spritzer up to the light, watching a rainbow dance in it. "It was quite ironic that you didn't like me much, 'cos I really quite fancied you." I stared at her open-mouthed. She grinned at my reaction. "What, you think it's only male teachers who get hot under the collar surrounded by loads of attractive teenagers just reaching the age when they become sexually interesting? 'Course, I wasn't as bad as Helen Patterson. It's a shame she wasn't at Romano's tonight; she'd have loved to see you again, she really had the hots for you. She and I used to compare notes on you. The main reason Helen helped out with the swim team was to get the chance to see you in your little Speedo trunks."

Miss Patterson, an art teacher, had always been very helpful to me in getting my technique right in the pool, but it had never occurred to me for a moment that she had an ulterior motive. And as for Wendy Taylor -- even when she'd put her hand on my knee earlier in the evening I'd assumed she was just flirting with me because she was a bit pissed. I decided to go for a bit of experimental flirting of my own, to try and determine whether she was just amusing herself with me, or whether I really was on for something. I slipped my arm around Wendy's shoulders, and, leaning closer, murmured, "So this stick and carrot thing of yours. Which do you prefer?"

She giggled and moved her face to within inches of mine. My prick started to rear up as I felt her warm breath on my face. She half-whispered, "Well, a bit of S and M can be fun now and then. But what I really like is a nice, big, juicy carrot." My stomach did a somersault as I felt her hand rub across my burgeoning erection. "Mmm," she breathed, "feels like you've got a prize-winning specimen there." She leant in and kissed me, an arm slinking round my neck, her small tongue slipping between my lips. It tasted oh so sweet, and I circled it with my own. Finishing her wine, she took my hand again and said, "Come on, let's go back to my place."

Wendy lived a couple of miles out of the town centre, so we hailed a taxi. I felt a little intimidated by the situation, or rather by the person it was developing with. I told myself, several times, this isn't the school teacher you admired, hated and feared in equal measures a couple of years ago; this is a horny, sexy woman who's out for a night of fun, and has decided she's going to pull you -- just sit back and enjoy the ride. As she draped her leg over mine and started kissing me in the taxi, the palm of her hand rubbing my groin again, I did have another concern though. Disentangling my mouth from hers, I mumbled, "Look, Wendy, I'm not sure about this. I mean, you've had quite a lot to drink. I wouldn't want you to wake up tomorrow and feel like you'd made some horrendous mistake while you were under the influence."

She sat back and stared at me for a moment. Then she took my face between her palms, locked her eyes on mine, and said, slowly and clearly, "I'm not as drunk as you seem to think I am Barry, I'm just having a good time. Trust me, I was getting sloshed when you were still playing with Action Man dolls. I'm as horny as fuck, and if it hadn't been you tonight it would still have been someone. As it is, I'm glad it's you because I fancied you two years ago, and now I'm actually going to get the chance to screw you. If you want to. Helen'll be so jealous!" Feeling reassured, and a bit flattered by her words, I answered her last comment by resuming our kiss, my hand dropping to the velvety warmth of her thigh just below her shorts, as she chuckled happily into my mouth.

When we got out of the taxi Wendy led me up the path of a small semi-detached house and unlocked the door. The moment we got inside she thrust me against the wall of the hallway and we got into some heavy-duty petting. I pulled her coat down her arms and she shrugged it off. One of the best things about a boob tube is that they roll down so easily. Within seconds I had both her small breasts in my hands, the nipples rock hard against my palms. As she began to unzip my fly I still couldn't quite get the thought out of my mind, "Bloody hell, I'm actually going to fuck Miss Taylor."

I lowered my mouth to one of her breasts and licked a nipple. She gave a little gasp of pleasure then started to push me back. "Oh God, no, not here, let's get upstairs." She pulled me into the lounge -- and we nearly walked straight into another woman! She was in her mid-thirties, wearing a dressing gown and holding a steaming mug of what smelt like cocoa. Wendy gave a little embarrassed laugh, and said, "Oh hi Sylv, I wasn't sure you'd be in tonight. Barry, this is my house-mate, Sylvia. Sylv, this is, um, an old friend of mine."

Sylvia glanced at Wendy's exposed boobs, grinned at me and said good-naturedly, "Not that old. Are you resorting to cradle snatching these days, Wend?"

Wendy laughed and said, "Cuh, you can talk. Sylvia's a lecturer at the local college. Or should I say a lecher. You should see some of the pretty young things she brings home, of both sexes."

Sylvia pretended a look of hurt innocence for a moment, then laughed herself. "Yeah, well, I haven't got any with me tonight, so just try and keep it down, otherwise I might come in and join you."

Wendy hugged me to her and replied, "Hands off! You get your own shags, this one's mine." With that she took my arm and half-led, half-dragged me to a corner staircase which led to the upper floor. 

In her bedroom she stripped naked in seconds and leapt onto her double bed. It had a brass bedstead, modern but designed to look antique. As I removed my own clothes I took in her sweet little body. Her skin was quite pale, her breasts small and round, crowned with perky pink nipples. On her left hip was a blue-black tattoo of a scorpion. The jewelled piercing still twinkled in her belly button, and below that her pubis was completely shaved of hair. Seeing where I was looking she eased her thighs apart, and I saw puffy pink lips pouting at me, just a hint of moisture between them. As I dropped my underpants her eyes fell to my 7-inch uncut erection and she giggled, murmuring, "Wow, I owe Helen five quid." I had no idea what their bet had been, but Wendy didn't seem too disappointed at having lost it.

I joined her on the bed, and we took each other in our arms, her boobs pressing into my chest, my cock rubbing against her thighs. We'd been kissing for a few seconds when she broke away and, turning her back to me, said, "Hang on a minute." She giggled as I stroked a hand across her bum, then took something out of a drawer beside her bed. When she turned back I saw it was not one but two pairs of fur handcuffs, with a tiger stripe pattern, and some silk scarves. Thinking back to Wendy's earlier S and M comment, I wasn't sure how I felt about being restrained, but then she cuffed one of her own wrists to the bedstead. Then she held the other things towards me. "Here, do my other arm, then tie my ankles with the scarves." 

A bit uncertainly I squatted over her to secure her other wrist. As I did so she reached up her head and took my cock into her mouth with an exaggerated moan of pleasure. Having cuffed her I shuffled further forward to give her better access to me. She licked her tongue up and down my shaft, then took my balls into her mouth before returning to my cock, sliding tongue and lips up and down it, gradually increasing her speed until, gripping the brass bedstead tightly in my hands, I had a shuddering climax in her mouth. She muttered "C'mere." When I bent my head to her she gave me a snowball kiss, smearing my spunk around the inside of my mouth with her tongue.

I tied her ankles with the soft scarves, while she whispered, "Make sure you got the knots good and tight -- ooh, that's it, lover." I still couldn't quite believe what was happening, and who with. Within moments, my former schoolteacher was spread-eagled on her own bed, completely at my mercy. I stroked a finger along her bare slit, and her hips twitched and she gasped. "Oh fuck, yes, make me cum you randy little sod." I lay beside her and eased two fingers into her pussy, drawing a sigh from her. As I kissed her I started swirling my fingers around and flicked my thumb across her clit, causing her to groan in my mouth. She must have been really turned on, as my fingers felt as if they were burning and within seconds she was writhing on my hand and panting into my mouth, her small pussy tightening around my probing fingers. Then she sank back into the bed, pulled away from my mouth and whispered, "Thanks Barry, I really fucking needed that." 

I started to kiss and lick her tits, then something caught my eye -- a pink ostrich feather in a vase on a dressing table at the foot of Wendy's bed. She began to ask what I was doing when I stood, but then saw me pick up the feather and started to giggle nervously. "Oh no, you can't tickle me, not when I can't defend myself. You can't...Barryyyyyyy!" She trailed off into wild, shrieking laughter as I ran the feather lightly across her body, concentrating on her armpits, the soles of her feet and the area around hr pussy. She squirmed about, tears of laughter rolling down her cheeks as I tortured her with the feather. 




School's Out



When her face had turned red with trying to gasp for air, I laid the feather aside and began to run my hands across her body, alternating between rubbing with my palms and lightly scratching with my fingernails. I'd had a girlfriend who loved to be tickled then scratched, and it had a similar affect on Wendy. She started to breathe deeply and raggedly, and groaned, "Oh fuck, that's so nice. Jesus, you're good at this." I cupped one hand over her pubis and inserted one finger inside her pussy, stroking her inner flesh as my other hand caressed her outer flesh. By that time she was so heated up that just my gentle frigging sent her over the edge to another gasping, writhing orgasm.

Gazing at me with glassy eyes, she husked, "Barry, d'you want to fuck me now?" I did, very much, but there was one thing I wanted first. After all, she'd put herself at my mercy. I started to lick her entire body. From one salty armpit, across her throat to the other; I know it's a bit kinky, but I've always found a soft, smooth armpit a bit of a turn-on. She started to protest at first, but as I licked down her chest and back to her breasts, her words faded away into panting breaths. I chewed on her berry nipples, then traced my tongue down to her navel, tickling it around her piercing. By this time her panting was interspersed with increasingly loud, long moans of arousal. I kissed one hip, and licked my way across her pubis to the other hip.

As I began to kiss my way down her thigh, towards her pussy, she groaned, "Oh Christ, yes." But instead of slipping between her legs I continued to kiss and lick down her leg. She groaned again, "Oh, you teasing little bastard," but her moans got louder and she began to squirm again as I kissed the sensitive area behind her knee.

I had never made love to a woman so slowly or intimately before, but I was really enjoying myself, and revelling in the incredible sense of power her bondage gave me, possibly because of the power she had once exercised over me. When I reached her foot I untied her, despite her feeble protests, and sucked her ankle, licked her sole, then sucked each of her toes. Then I released the other foot and repeated the process, working my way slowly up the leg. By the time I reached her knee she was keening like an animal on heat, wriggling her hips, and her other leg had lifted into the air, exposing her pussy to the fullest extent. I worked my way back up to her pussy and slid the tip of my tongue along it, making her whimper with anticipation. Then I buried my tongue inside her, lapping at her core while I stroked her clit and labia with my fingers. In no time at all she was bucking at me, her legs wrapped tight around me as I enjoyed the savoury taste of her pussy. I'd probably only been at it a couple of minutes before she wailed as a richer taste flooded into her pussy.

She sank back into the bed and stared down at me in a dazed manner, then muttered hoarsely, "Fuck me now, please!" I had been so turned on by Wendy's reaction to my lovemaking that my prick was rock hard. Placing my hands behind her ankles I lifted them up as I move up her body, then held her legs wide apart as I entered her. She made a long hissing sound, and muttered encouragement as I pumped at her. "Oh yes, yes, come on you bastard, fuck me hard, make me cum you big randy fucker." As I increased the power of my strokes I released her legs and she wrapped them around me. I began to knead her tits with my hands. I felt her pussy tighten around me and she gave a long breathy gasp as she came again. Moments later I followed her to orgasm, and crushed my mouth to hers, my tongue thrusting between her lips as my cock released my load into her.

We were both a bit breathless after that. I released the handcuffs and Wendy rolled on top of me, kissing me deeply but with a new tenderness. Cuddling up to me she rested her head on my chest and, smiling up at me, whispered, "That body kissing of yours was incredible, sweetie. I've never wanted a big hard prick inside me as much as I did when you finally fucked me. Thank you." We slept briefly in each other's arms, then I awoke to find Wendy sitting astride me. As I opened my eyes she sank her pussy down around my cock. I tried to reach for her, only to find that she'd now handcuffed my wrists to the bed! I could only gaze up at her, panting with pleasure, as she bucked wildly up and down on me, supporting herself with one hand on my chest while with the other she plucked hard at her own nipples. I came first that time, my hips rearing up at her, but she kept riding me until she had another climax, swinging her head in circles, her blonde locks flying around her face, before she finally collapsed onto me. We had another kiss and cuddle then, as dawn broke, I crawled back to my parents' home and fell into my own bed, utterly exhausted.

Back in my room in Edinburgh on the Sunday night, I lay awake reliving every moment of my wonderful time with Wendy Taylor. We'd exchanged contact details, and the next day I e-mailed her. 'Hi Wendy, thanks for a weekend I'll never forget. I still feel a bit guilty that maybe I took advantage of you while you were pissed, but I hope you have as happy a memory of that night as I do. I'll be coming back home at the end of term, and if you'd like to see me I'd love us to be friends, at least. Take care sweet lady, Barry.'

It was a couple of days before I received her reply. 'Dear Barry, thanks so much for your very sweet note. I had a great time, my body still tingles every time I think of you touching me, inside and out. Don't worry about the alcohol thing. I really did know what I was doing, and if I hadn't been a bit pissed I doubt I'd have had the nerve for it. I'd love to renew our special friendship when you come back here, look after yourself in the meantime sweetie. Wendy xxx.'

I scrolled down a bit and there was a P.S.: 'Open the attachments, and come and have a go if you think you're up to it, you randy little bugger.' The attachments were two photos. The first showed Wendy on her bed, with Helen Patterson sitting next to her. Both were grinning into the camera and were quite naked, Wendy's short, pale body contrasting with Helen's longer, more tanned frame, a mass of dark hair sprouting between her thighs. In the second picture Helen was leaning over Wendy kissing her, their boobs pressed together, and one of Helen's fingers clearly buried deep in Wendy's shaved pussy. Without taking my eyes from the screen, I felt my hand fumbling with my fly and pulling out my cock. I could hardly wait for that next trip home.



School's Out



Before you read this story, be advised that it is adult oriented and contains very graphic depictions of a sexual nature. It is not intended for, nor should it be read under any circumstances, by persons who are not at least eighteen(18) years of age. 

It has been quite a while since I last wrote anything so I hope this story is appealing. I began this work right after my kids got out of school for the summer of 2012, hence the title. All characters are fictional in this story, but something similar to this did take place in my youth. I've added a couple of characters to the real life version, and attempted to build a rapport with all of them that will lend to a number of sequels (if I can find the time to write them). This is a quite lengthy work so I have broken it into three chapters that could be read as independent stories, but will make much more sense if read in order. 

I love to read your comments and would enjoy hearing from you. I even want your comments if you don't like the story, provided you are actually giving constructive criticism. Please don't leave a comment if you are simply turned off by what the story contains. Just because you may not enjoy or politically agree with the portrayals doesn't mean that others won't. 

Thanks for reading...

~~Odysseyker

School's Out - Chapter 1

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This tale begins in the summer after my freshman year of college. My name is Ron and I will never forget what happened one glorious weekend.

It was a raucous time since me and some of my friends were celebrating the completion of our first year in higher education, while some of my other buddies were flying high on the rush of graduating from high school. Our only concerns were what to eat and what would be fun to do next. Which is where this story begins to take shape. 

A bunch of us had decided that a weekend camping trip was a good way to cut loose a bit and get away from Mom and Dad for a while. We made all the necessary arrangements and luck was smiling on us when we checked the weather before heading out on Friday. It was supposed to be warm and sunny for the whole weekend, which was great because the place we were going had a beautiful lake that we planned to spend time in. 

We were to meet at a nearby state forest that was not heavily trafficked by people since it didn't offer all the niceties of modern-day camping, like electricity and plumbing. After meeting at the parking area we would then hike into the forest to a secluded spot that some of us had camped in before. Everybody had their assigned provisions to bring and although you're not supposed to, we figured we would just forage for firewood. 

I was the first to arrive at the parking area, accompanied by my best friend, Joe. We expected three more guys to join us; Mark, Kyle and Rusty. It wasn't long before another vehicle came rolling up the dusty county road and into the lot. Mark and Kyle exited and ambled toward us. Not seeing Rusty with them I asked the obvious question, "Where's Rusty?"

"He called this morning and said he would drive himself," Mark replied. "Not sure what the deal is, but he asked if it would be alright if someone else tagged along," he continued. 

"Well, we should be okay on food and stuff, but I hope this guy isn't a buzz-kill," I said with a chuckle. I didn't really expect Rusty to bring someone that would be a downer since we all had pretty much the same attitudes toward life and people. But, on the other hand, Rusty had been known to pull some real boners from time to time. 

We set to work unloading our stuff and all was going well until Rusty rolled into the lot in his beat up, old truck. As I peered through the windshield I could see three heads, and two of them were female! This was definitely not part of the plan and I did a mental head slap. "Leave it to Rusty to fuck something up..." I said to myself.

When they got out I immediately recognized one of the girls. Her name was Tracy and she was Rusty's cousin. She'd hung around with us quite a bit and had just graduated from high school, along with Kyle. She was nice enough, not to mention easy on the eyes, but I hadn't envisioned a girl on this trip. I was geared up for a weekend of "guy" stuff. 

The other girl looked familiar, but I couldn't place a name with her face. She was a well built brunette who looked to be around the same age as the rest of us, ranging from Kyle who'd just turned 18, to myself at just over 20. She was dressed in denim cut-offs and a lightweight hoodie that prevented a good look at her torso. Still you could tell, just as with Tracy, she was easy on the eyes. And although I have to admit I'm as ready as the next guy to ogle a good looking girl, I felt like she didn't belong there at that moment. 

I could only guess at why Rusty had invited them. I shot him a look and he knew I wasn't thrilled about their presence. He approached me and in a hushed voice said, "They tricked me." Looking down and shuffling his feet he added, "They promised to show me their tits."

I had to stifle a chuckle and then simply said, "It's okay, but I doubt that we'll have near as much fun now." Of course, I couldn't let him know that I'd probably have done the same thing if a couple of hot chicks promised to flash me. 

Before we hit the trail Rusty introduced the girl to everybody. Her name was Debbie. She and Tracy had met at a college prep tour and had become fast friends. It was then that I remembered her. The tour had been at the campus of the college I was attending and I had bumped into Tracy and her new pal. At the time I'd thought that Debbie would be sweet to get in the sack and now my curiosity was suddenly piqued again. 

The hike to the campsite passed rather quickly and without incident. Once there we got right to work setting up the tents and gathering firewood. As I finished up, I noticed Debbie wriggling out of her hoodie. The sight reminded me of why I'd been interested in her before. Her boobs weren't huge but as she stretched her arms above her head they gave a very nice swell to the tank top she was wearing, causing her obviously braless nipples to jut through the fabric.

Joe came around the corner of our tent and ran square into me as he gazed at Debbie's figure. I chuckled and quietly told him of my meeting her before. He smiled wide and softly mused, "Wonder if she'll let me talk her into goin' skinny-dippin'?"

At that point, I realized the girls had not brought a tent of their own. Either they expected some of us to give up ours, or they didn't mind sharing sleeping quarters with at least one male. This prospect almost made me tell Joe he was going to have to bunk with someone else, but I bit my tongue and decided that time would tell. 

By the time we had camp set up there wasn't much of the day left so we all decided to just hang around the site and before long we tackled the task of preparing supper. After the meal, we settled in to just relax and watch the fire. It was at this time in the evening, had the girls not shown up, I'm sure we males would have began regaling our conquests of women and voicing our desires for more. 

But that was not to be since we were all raised to not discuss such things in mixed company. Instead we kept our conversation clean and restricted to topics such as what everyone was planning for the rest of the summer, and what were majors going to be in college. It was purely mundane and uninteresting. So much so that it didn't take long for the yawns to begin moving through the group.

I announced that I was turning in and my curiosity got the better of me. "Where are you girls sleeping?" I inquired. 

Tracy piped up, "We're going to sack out in Rusty's tent."

My libido dropped an inch or two, but I simply bid everyone a good-night and headed for the tree line to relieve myself before hitting the rack. It wasn't long before Mark joined me, releasing a strong arc of urine that splashed into the weeds ahead. "Lucky little bastard," he stated flatly. 

"Tell me about it," I replied as I tucked my dick back into my shorts. "But what are you going to do?" I quipped, adding, "They probably feel safe with him. They figure if he tries anything they can beat the shit outta' him with no problem."

Mark agreed as he zipped up and we headed for our tents. Once in my sleeping bag, I tossed and turned, sleep evading me. Joe, on the other hand, was sound asleep and snoring lightly. Becoming a bit frustrated, I was just about to get up and go sit by the dwindling fire when I heard what I thought were voices. 

I strained to hear over Joe's snoring, and was sure someone was talking in a hushed tone. I reached out and nudged Joe with my foot, causing him to grunt and roll over. It also silenced his snoring, which was my goal. With him now quiet I could barely make out Rusty's voice. He was pleading with the girls to make good on their promise, and from the sound of it with no luck. 

I had to chuckle when I heard Tracy whisper sternly, "If you don't stop it I'm going to tell your mom that you were trying to get in my pants." After that all went silent and I must have drifted off, content with the knowledge that no one else was getting lucky either, I suppose. Little did I know what the next day would bring.

I awoke to the sound of groggy voices carrying no particular point of conversation. I stretched and blinked the sleep from my eyes before struggling out of my sleeping bag. As I slipped into my sneakers, I tried to adjust my shorts as best I could to hide the bulge created by the morning woody that I was sporting. Somewhat satisfied, I unzipped the tent and made my appearance. 

Everyone except Kyle was there, gathered together passing boxes of doughnuts between themselves. I stepped up behind Debbie and Tracy, reaching between them to help myself to a Bismark. Just as I latched onto the pastry, Debbie moved backward just a bit, pressing her ass right against my groin. 

Quickly, she moved forward again with a prompt, "Sorry about that" said over her shoulder. But it seemed to me that she had lingered with her tight, round bottom resting firmly on my hard-on just a bit longer than one would if truly an accidental collision had occurred. But, who was I to complain? I simply smiled and took a big bite of my breakfast. 

Once Kyle made his way out of the sack and had eaten, we decided to spend the morning just hiking around the area. I thought we might actually see some wildlife and absorb nature, but in reality what we saw the most was the two girls parading around in revealing short-shorts and halter tops. And even though Tracy wore a sweater, her charms were still obvious to everyone. 

I had never really given Tracy much consideration in the 'hot' department. I think most of us guys just considered her as one of us since she always seemed to be quite the tomboy. And on top of that, she was Rusty's cousin. We simply never thought of the leggy blonde in 'that' way. But her attitude and attire were changing all that. 

As the morning wore on, the girls seemed to get more and more silly, for lack of a better term. They were rough housing with one another and generally doing anything that would focus the attention on them. Which was alright, but it was beginning to wear a little thin until I realized there had been a shift in their activities. Now it seemed like they were doing whatever they could just to tease us males. I had to wonder what was on the girls' minds.

It was nearing noon so I suggested we head back to the campsite and get some lunch. Everyone agreed and soon we were having sandwiches and chips around the remnants of last night's fire. Tracy had calmed down somewhat, but Debbie was still shamelessly flirting and teasing. Even going so far as bending over in her ultra short cut-offs to tie a shoe that didn't need it. She had to have known that she was showing nearly all of her goodies to anyone caring to look. 

Eventually the warm sun and lunch took its toll on me and I felt my eyes begin to get heavier and heavier. As interesting as Debbie's exploits were becoming, I simply couldn't keep my eyes open. My body gave in and I drifted into a nature induced slumber. 

Sometime later I was awakened by the sounds of giggling and running feet. I fluttered my eyes open to hoots and cat-calls from a couple of the guys. By the time I focused, all I could see were two shapely and quite naked asses leaping from the shore and into the lake. 

I glanced over at Rusty. He was standing there wide eyed with his mouth hanging open. I couldn't blame him but I wanted a closer look. Hefting myself out of the chair, I hustled toward the edge of the lake. On the way, I decided that if the females weren't going to be modest, neither was I. 

By the time I reached the bank I had already removed my shirt. I dropped it to the ground and unbuttoned my shorts as I toed my sneakers off of my feet. Now I'm no 'Johnny Atlas' by any means, but I'm still pretty toned and I have never been ashamed of what I have below the belt. Maybe it was a bit narcissistic, but I stood there for a moment after I dropped my shorts to let the females get a good view before I dove in after them. 

It wasn't long before the rest of the guys joined us in all their bare-butted splendor. Everyone, that is, except for Rusty. He was standing on the shore and had removed his shirt and shoes, but looked uncertain. He reminded me of a puppy that had wandered into a corner and didn't quite know how to get out. 

I called out to him, "C'mon in... The water's great!"

"In a minute," was his hesitant answer. 

Rusty shuffled around on the shore for a moment more and then started to step into the water. I noticed he hadn't stripped. "You have to get naked like the rest of us," I taunted. 

He whined a muted reply but I was insistent and the others agreed. Before long we had all began to chant, "Rus-ty, Rus-ty, Rus-ty."

Eventually, as his cheeks blushed crimson, Rusty unfastened his shorts and slid them down his legs. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear and worked them down as well, letting his boner spring free and poke straight out from his youthful body. It wasn't the biggest dick I'd ever seen, but looked like it would get the job done. 

Rusty quickly dove into the water and waded toward the rest of us as we commenced in varied horseplay activities. It was obvious to me by now that the girls, or at the very least Debbie, had more in mind than just camping and I couldn't see a better time than now to get things started. 

Since I was confident Debbie was looking to get laid, I thought I'd try my luck with Tracy and see if her intentions were the same. I neared her as she leaned back to dip her hair in the water, her firm tits protruding from her chest. I reached out and ran a finger over one of the nipples and Tracy barely flinched. I made a circle over the bud and then proceeded to cup her whole breast in my hand. 

After a moment, she lifted her head, smiled at me and asked in a coy tone, "What do you think you're doing?"

"Something I should have done before now," I answered. Then to seal the deal I asked, "Do you want me to stop?"

"You do and I'll pull your balls off," she replied with a grin. 

At that I slid an arm under her and lifter her up a bit so that I could get my mouth to her chest. My tongue darted out and began dancing circles around her already hardened nipple, bringing a deep sigh from the girl's throat. And when she sighed again, I glanced over to see Joe mirroring my actions on Tracy's other breast. 

It wasn't long before I felt a hand close around my stiffening cock, below the water's surface. The delicate fingers slowly moved my shaft and in no time at all I had expanded to my full 9 inches. The feeling was intense. A myriad of pleasure derived from the fingers frolicking on my prick and the sensation of the water, and maybe just the pure naughtiness of where we were. 

This went on for a few minutes and I was getting really worked up. I was just about to move between Tracy's legs when a huge splash behind me sprayed water all over my back. The sun was hot and had heated my skin causing me to recoil when the cool water crashed onto me. This movement caused my cock to be pulled free of the grasping fingers as I spun to see the commotion. 

Rusty bobbed up from under the water, sputtering and coughing. "What the hell...?" I demanded. 

Mark came up to us laughing and filled us in on what had happened. Apparently to help him over his shyness, Debbie had slipped under the water and started sucking Rusty's dick. 

"Next thing we know, she's coming up coughing and tells us he blew his load in her mouth," Mark said. "So we gave him a toss," he concluded.

"Jeez, I didn't do it on purpose. It just felt so fuckin' good," Rusty apologized. 

Not wanting to shatter his confidence I said, "Don't worry about it sport, it happens."

Just then, Debbie waded up behind Rusty and reached around him with both arms, pressing her beautiful boobs into his back. Her hands disappeared below the water and I'm quite sure that she was fondling his equipment. "Yeah sweetie, don't worry about it" she said, adding, "I don't mind the cum in my mouth, just let me know before you blow."

By the time I turned back to Tracy, Kyle had taken over where I had vacated. Considering my options, I took my cue from Debbie's previous actions and dipped below the surface and moved between Tracy's legs. I pressed my lips to her vagina, jabbing my tongue between the labia. I was instantly aware of the warmer, slicker liquid of her secretions coating the tip as I worked it deeper into her. 

Of course, it was only a matter of seconds before I had to relinquish this and come up for air. I repeated this move a couple more times and Tracy seemed to be really enjoying it, but it soon became too tiring for my enjoyment. After one last lick, I settled my hips between the girl's thighs and took my rod in hand. Moving forward, I searched for her opening and soon had the head of my cock pressing into her. 

What I quickly discovered was, contrary to popular belief, lake water does not make a very good lubricant. I managed to get my shaft into Tracy's hot little box, but as I began to thrust the sensation became less than great. I could see from her expression as well that she was not exactly loving it either. 

"Let's move this party to dry land," I suggested. 

We untangled and began to head for the shore, Joe and Kyle leading the way. Tracy and I waded hand in hand a few feet behind them. "I've wanted you to do me for a long time," she confessed meekly.. 

I found out later that she had only had sex a couple of times before this and that she was understandably nervous. I explained why I'd never made a move on her and we both had a good laugh. We began a relationship and were married 2 years later. We're still happily married and the sex is as good and as wild as ever, but that's another story (actually many) for another time. 

I nudged Tracy and pointed out Debbie already on the grassy bank, her ass toward us as she lowered herself onto Mark's turgid pole while he lay stretched beneath her. Joe and Kyle wasted no time waiting for us and hurried to stand in front of the brunette. Debbie was equally as efficient and began sucking and stroking the two dicks now before her. 

I felt a shiver run through Tracy's hand and I wondered if it was fear, excitement or something else. Her eyes were glued to the scene as she stood there taking it in, seemingly mesmerized. "If you're unsure, you don't have to do anything," I assured her when another shiver chased through her nubile body. "No one's going to force you to do anything you don't want," I said. 

"I... I just haven't ever seen anyone doing it before," the blonde confided. "But I want to try it all," she added with a lusty tone. 




School's Out



Our attention was drawn to Rusty as he hustled back from the campsite, his arms loaded with blankets. I took one from him and spread it on the ground and deposited Tracy on it. Then I took another and spread it next to Debbie and the trio of boners poking and prodding her pussy and face. The group dislodged long enough to move onto the spread and then resumed where they had left off. 

By the time I got back to Tracy, she was kneeling with Rusty standing in front of her. She had a firm grasp on his once again hard cock and was slowly stroking it up and down. I was a bit surprised to see this since the two were cousins, but hey, I wasn't going to stop them and risk missing my own chance. 

Rusty was grinning as I neared and said, "Man... Can you believe my own cousin is jacking me off?"

I chuckled and Tracy stopped in mid stroke, looking up at Rusty. "Yes, and I might do more than that," she teased. Then reaching up with her free hand she grabbed his nut sack, threatening, "But if you ever tell anyone I'll make you wish you'd never been born."

"That makes two of us," I added to give more weight to the girl's statement. 

"O... Okay. I'll never say a word. I swear," came Rusty's excited reply. 

With that, Tracy's lips parted and she slid them over the head of Rusty's manhood. A deep groan came from his throat and I had to wonder if he was going to do a repeat performance of his quick-shot routine. But after watching for a few moments, I was satisfied that his previous eruption had settled him for a while and he was going to be able to handle the additional stimulation. 

I nestled myself behind Tracy, on my knees, and pressed my semi-hard penis against the soft flesh of her bottom. With both hands I reached around her and scooped a breast into each one. I slowly massaged the mounds while gently kissing her shoulders and neck. She responded with a soft, "Mmmm..." and another shiver raced through her body. 

After toying with the girl's tits for a while, I let my right hand slip downward, over her tight abdomen and then farther down, coming to rest on her pubic mound. Again I started a slow massage on her bare skin, the tips of my fingers just rubbing across the top of her vaginal crevice. I continued this for a minute or two before letting my fingers move a bit further south, parting her lips and running over her tender love bud. 

When I let my middle finger probe her already dripping wet hole there was another long "Mmmm..." from the girl as she pressed her hips downward, trying to get more of my digit into her steamy little hole. I obliged and worked as much of my finger into her as I could. I managed to get it to about the second knuckle, and once there I began a slow, rhythmic wiggle, up and down. 

Tracy's legs began to quiver ever so slightly and she paused her efforts on Rusty's tool. "Fuck me," she growled.

I wasted no time and pressed her forward and into a doggie position, my now hard cock dislodging from where it had been nestled between the girl's butt cheeks. Shuffling forward just a bit, my pole pressed against her slightly parted outer lips. They were coated with her juices and I slid the head into her almost effortlessly. As my shaft delved deeper the resistance increased in her fresh, young pussy. 

As I bottomed out with my balls pressed against her mound, Tracy moaned, "Oh God....Yesss," while she grabbed handfuls of the blanket beneath us. 

I began with a few slow and steady strokes in and out, withdrawing all but the head of my pecker before slipping back into her steamy depths. As I did this I noticed Rusty just standing there, pre-cum drooling from the end of his hard-on. "You better get down here if you want more," I told the awkward teen. 

He quickly dropped to his knees and was soon laying on his back at a right angle to Tracy and me. The blonde wasted no time in finding Rusty's member and slurping it back into her willing mouth. Her head began to bob up and down and I imagined how good it must have felt to Rusty, and I planned to find out in a while. But for now I concentrated my energies on filling the girl's sweet, tight pussy with my meat. 

I grabbed the girl's hips and repositioned myself slightly to allow for better movement. As I began to thrust into her again, I picked up speed and force. Her vagina gripped my rod like fingers and her juices were flowing freely now making my shaft glisten in the sunlight each time I withdrew. I could hear her muffled moans as I plunged in and out of her. 

This went on for several minutes, during which I alternated between fast paced fucking and slower but steady stroking. During the slower periods I leaned over Tracy to reach under and fondle her tits as they hung in perfect globes beneath her chest Her nipples were hard little buttons that seemed to tighten even more each time I ran a fingertip over them. There was no doubt that she was enjoying this as much as I was, maybe more. 

My concentration was broken by Rusty's hopeful voice. "Let's trade places," he said to me. 

"Only if that's okay with Tracy," I replied. Giving your cousin a blowjob is one thing, letting him fuck you is something different and I wanted to make sure that Tracy was on board. 

She seemed a little hesitant but consented, echoing her previous threat, "Just remember, you tell no one... And I mean no one. Not even a hint to your little buddy Bruce."

Bruce was a squirrel of a guy. He was odd to say the least and he had never fit in our group so he was never around us much. But for some reason, he and Rusty had remained close friends all through school. When I had heard that Rusty was bringing someone with him, that's who I suspected it would be. But thankfully he chose more wisely.

With Tracy's blessing we began to rearrange ourselves. While we did, I glanced over at the other group. They were still merrily sucking and fucking away, only the guys had changed places. I guessed they were taking turns using Debbie's pussy and just biding their time at her face as they awaited their next turn. I could hear the normal sounds of sex from them; a mix of slurping and skin on skin contact with the various moan and exclamation. 

Turning my attention back to Tracy, she had opted for a reverse cowgirl position, facing me and sliding her snug, wet cunt down onto Rusty's pole. Then it was her turn to grab my hips. Her sweet lips parted and she took the head of my member between them. Her tongue played over the end of it, flicking across its opening. 

I put my hands on the sides of her head, gently running my fingers into her beautiful blonde locks. A guttural moan escaped me as she pulled more of my cock into her mouth. As great as her pussy had felt, her mouth felt even better. I've always been more turned on by a good blowjob, and this certainly was going to be one. I could tell that Tracy was not the most practiced at this, but I could also tell that she was a natural. 

Tracy worked up and down the top half of my rod for a few minutes and then tried to take more of me. I felt the tip of my manhood hit the back of her throat and then she quickly withdrew most of the way. Again she pressed forward until I felt the pressure of her palate closing in on me. This time she forced a little more and gagged slightly, expelling me from her completely.

Sheepishly, she looked up and apologized, "Sorry... I'm kinda' new at this."

"It's okay...." I assured her, brushing her hair back with my hand. 

"The other couple of guys I've been with weren't as big as you and they were more interested in fucking me," she continued. 

I smiled and said, "Trust me... You are doing just fine." Then I chuckled and told her, "But practice makes perfect. Let's practice some more."

With that, Tracy took me back into her mouth and sucked me with vigor. She never truly attempted to deep-throat me but was beginning to get more and more of me in her mouth. I was just starting to feel the cum welling up in my balls when I heard Rusty grunting and moaning, "I'm... Uhhnn. I'm gonna cum!"

Quickly Tracy dismounted from her cousin and took his steamy pole in her hand. She jerked his dick up and down a couple of strokes and a long stream of jism shot straight up, nearly 18 inches in the air. The white goo crashed back down over the girls still pumping fist and was joined by another couple of much smaller globs as they popped out and ran down her knuckles. 

The blonde giggled wildly and slowed her pace but continued to stroke her cousin. She may have been inexperienced, but she seemed to know exactly what she was doing as she expertly teased the head of his wilting member on each up-stroke. Each time the girl squeezed the head of his prick, Rusty would flinch and grunt. 

Finally releasing Rusty of the torment, Tracy wiped most of the jizz onto his thigh and then turned back to me. With a very nasty grin and smouldering eyes, she licked a remaining glob of cum off of the back of her hand. I nearly blew my load right then but held on with the hope that I was reading her intentions right. 

This time, as Tracy took my cock back into her mouth, it was almost more of an attack than anything else. The girl devoured my dick and in no time I could again feel my man-juice welling up for blast-off. Her head was a blur and her fingers were digging into my buttocks as she worked my dick like a pro. She only slowed a few times to try and pull more of me in, finally taking nearly two-thirds of my dick. 

It was on one of these times when I knew I was at the point of no return. Clinching my eyes shut I growled out, "I'm gonna' cum."

Tracy withdrew until just a little more than the head of my meat was still in her mouth. She reached a hand up and wrapped her slender fingers around my shaft, which she began to vigorously pump. Her tongue once again danced over my organ and almost shouting, I exclaimed, "Here it comessss!"

My sperm exploded into her waiting mouth as I tensed and my orgasm raced through my body. Tracy's head jerked just a bit as the first salty jet sprayed onto her tongue but she didn't release the seal her lips had on me. I spurted another two or three good doses of my medicine into the girl as my hips bucked and we both struggled to maintain our balance. 

Finally, as the waves of ecstacy began to diminish, Tracy swallowed my load and released me from her lips. Again, like she had done to Rusty, she teased the last of the cum out of my dick, licking the droplets away as they formed at the end. And I, like Rusty, was flinching and twitching each time her hot, little tongue touched my now over-sensitive pecker. 

Ultimately I had to push her away and she stood, throwing her arms around my neck with a giggle, followed by a deep sigh. "That was sooo good," she said before planting a deep french kiss on me. I had always avoided kissing a girl after she'd let me cum in her mouth, but this time it just seemed right. I could taste my remnants on her tongue but it was curiously intoxicating and, to my surprise, arousing. 

Our kiss was broken by a female voice crying out, "Ohhh, Fuck!!" We both turned to look over at the others and were amazed at what we saw. At least I was amazed. I could only imagine what Tracy thought.

There was Debbie still on top, Joe under her now with his mammoth cock plugged into her pussy. But now Mark was positioned over and behind her with his dick driving into her asshole. Simply put, I couldn't believe it. I had seen pictures and videos of chicks doing this on the internet, but you can see almost anything there. I certainly didn't think I'd ever see it in real life. But then again, I didn't think I'd ever do a girl while her cousin helped either. 

We watched as they struggled to get in a rhythm, which they soon did. With that accomplished Kyle moved in front of Debbie again and she started her oral ministrations once more. It wasn't long before he grabbed her head and announced his impending eruption. Then his body went stiff and there was no doubt that Debbie was getting a hot load dumped into her mouth. 

A few moments later, Debbie started to thrash and call out, "Oh fuck, Oh fuck," over and over. The throes of her own orgasm tore through her, her dark hair flying around as the two men continued their assault on her holes. 

It was at that moment that I realized Tracy hadn't gotten off. "Looks like they're having fun," I said as I parted from her and took a seat on the vacant blanket. Rusty was gone and I didn't know, or care, where he was. I pulled Tracy down to me and kissed her again while she continued to watch Debbie out of the corner of her eye.

"You didn't cum yet so it's your turn now," I said as I scooted down and parted her long, slender legs.

She started to respond but all she got out was, "That's O..." which was followed by a throaty, "Oh my God," as my tongue darted into her still dripping honey hole.

Her juices coated my tongue and tasted incredible. I'd eaten out chicks before but none were as delectable as Tracy. Her aroma filled my nostrils and in no time I was licking and sucking her with total abandon. 

As I worked her clit with my tongue, Tracy's hands went to my head and she pulled me deeper into her crotch. I reciprocated with even more fervent licking and sucking. Her juices were coating my mouth and chin as I ate her and it only took a few minutes to bring her to the thrashing, panting pinnacle of orgasmic bliss. 

"Oh God, Ron... I'm cummingggg!" she wailed as the climax washed over her. Her hips slowly rose from the blanket, paused in mid-air for a moment and then began bucking furiously up and down. She was bucking so violently that I couldn't keep my mouth affixed to her pussy, so I quickly found her clit with my thumb and rubbed it for all I was worth. She screeched and clamped her legs closed on my hand and arm, dropping her ass back to the blanket and writhing in pleasure.

I slowly reduced my efforts on her love button and Tracy ebbed into the afterglow of post-orgasmic harmony. When her legs again parted slightly I extricated my hand and moved up to kiss her. Her brow was sweaty and her eyes were glassy, almost tear-filled. She was panting heavily but accepted my gentle kiss to her lips, pulling me close to her. 

We lay there for a few minutes until Tracy had caught her breath again. Then she softly said, "That was fantastic." And then she sheepishly added, "That's the first time I've ever had an orgasm with a guy."

I guessed the guys she'd had sex with in the past were 'Wham, Bam, Thank-you-Ma'am' types who never took the time to worry about the girl's needs. I'd been there when I first started having sex, but quickly learned that if I wanted to have more and better sex, I needed to take care of the girl too. Besides that, I found out I really felt great when I could put a girl in the condition I had Tracy at that moment; totally spent. 

"There's more where that came from," I told her and hugged her close, kissing her deeply. 

Our moment of self-inflicted solitude was interrupted by the sound of bare feet plodding on the ground toward us. It was Debbie, Kyle, Mark and Joe. Apparently the other two guys had reached their climax as well. The evidence was blasted all over Debbie's face and boobs. She looked down at Tracy and chortled, "Told you I was going to get laid on this trip." Then she added, "Looks like you did too."

Tracy just smiled and hugged me a little tighter. Debbie concluded as she headed toward the lake with the three guys in tow, "I gotta' go get this cum off of me before it gets crusty."

...continued in chapter 2

School's Out - Chapter 2

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I propped myself on an elbow and watched Debbie's round, naked ass sway as she walked toward the lake. Joe and Kyle were already knee deep in the water with Mark in close pursuit. I still didn't know where Rusty had disappeared to. Probably taking a nap somewhere since he had already blown two loads in less than an hour, but I was sure he'd turn up. 

Although I was sated for the moment, I knew that I was going to do my best to get a piece of Debbie later in the day. And I suspected the other guys would try to have a go at Tracy, the blonde laying next to me, who'd just given me one hell of a blowjob. I had returned the favor by eating her pussy until she had a good old-fashioned, hip thrusting, thrashing orgasm.

"She was certainly a mess," I mused, referring to the cum splattered all over Debbie's face and chest.

Tracy didn't respond right away and I didn't give it much thought. Then, after a couple of moments she said, "I thought she looked yummy," and giggled quietly. 

"Yummy, huh?" I repeated as I turned my attention back to her. "Just how close friends are you two?" I petitioned teasingly.

Tracy blushed and replied, "Wouldn't you like to know?" with a big grin on her face.

"Yes, I would," I stated as I reached out, placing a hand on her right breast and softly squeezing it. Goose bumps covered the girl's skin and her nipples began to immediately stiffen. "Tell me more," I insisted. 

"Nuh-Uh," she refused, adding, "Nothing to tell, really."

"Now, I don't believe that for a minute," I said. "Two girls don't just invite themselves to go camping with a bunch of guys, happen to strip and jump in a lake, then screw that same bunch of guys without some kind of history." 

Tracy didn't say anything but now my curiosity was running and I wanted to know more. I could just picture the two locked in a heated 69, tonguing each other into a frenzy. I let my hand slowly slide downward, across the teen's tight abdomen and over her pubic mound. Pressing down with my middle finger, I parted her vulva and began an easy massage on her clit. 

Squirming a bit under my hand, Tracy moaned lowly and consented, "Okay, okay... I'll tell you."

I continued to toy with her as she raised up on both elbows, squinting against the bright sunlight. "I had the house to myself for the weekend a while back," she began. "I invited Debbie over to just hang and watch movies and stuff," Tracy went on. "Debbie said she was going to take a shower. When she was done, she walked right out into the living room naked as a Jaybird. She asked me to help her wax her bikini line and one thing led to another," the girl stated as my hand began working a little more intensely.

Another quiet moan escaped her throat and I could feel my manhood starting to swell again. "What led to what?" I quizzed, wanting all the lurid details. 

"Nothing much, really," Tracy replied. "Before long I was naked too, and we were kissing," she said. "Debbie told me I should shave my bush, so we did that; at least most of it anyway. And we ended up fingering each other," she added, and then completed her story with, "That was the first time I ever had an orgasm." 

I could sense a feeling of embarrassment in Tracy's voice and I wanted her to realize she had nothing at all to be ashamed of. "That's hot," I told her, adding, "Wish I would've been there to see it." Then, hoping to relieve her tension, I asserted, "I've jacked off many times thinking about two girls getting dirty with one another." Which was true. Laughing, I tacked on, "Now I've got a couple of real girls in real life to think about when I do."

She looked up at me and a big smile crept across her pretty face. "Just call me whenever you think you need to jack off and I'll come over to help you out," she said in a jovial, yet serious tone. Then, pulling herself away from my playful fingers, she got to her feet and said, "Come on. I need to cool off." 

Tracy pulled me to my feet and led me to the lake where the others were frolicking, still as naked as the day they were born. None of us had even given a thought to the fact that we were in a public area, even though it wasn't used much. This part of the forest was off the beaten path and seldom saw people, but the fact remained that we were in a state operated park and anyone could happen upon us. I started to raise the point and then decided to just let it pass. The chances were slim that anyone would come close, and if they did, I figured that we'd give them something to look at. 




School's Out



As soon as we were deep enough, Tracy leaned forward and swam away from me, past the group and into deeper water. I opted to just wade to the merrymakers. As I neared them, I realized that Debbie had her back toward me. I don't know why, but the incident at breakfast popped into my mind. A sly grin crossed my face and I decided that I'd replay the event, only this time it would be me doing the 'accidental' bumping. 

I eased up behind Debbie and pressed my pelvic region into her firm behind. My soft pecker squished against her butt cheeks and she angled her head to look at me over her shoulder. "Sorry about that," I said, still grinning. "Just thought I'd get even for this morning," I added.

"That's cool," Debbie replied. "But your cock isn't nearly as hard as it was then," she quipped sarcastically.

"I bet you're just the girl that could change that," I shot right back. 

"You know it baby," she seethed as she reached behind her searching for my meat. 

In turn, I reached around the girl and scooped up her heavenly tits, one in each hand. While we were toying with each other, the other three guys, as I suspected they would, moved toward Tracy and began their own advances on her. The blonde didn't really seem too into it but she was a good sport about it, letting them have just enough to keep them interested. I expected that the guys would be relentless and have her worked up in no time at all though. 

As for Debbie; I was right about her being 'just the girl' because she had my pole standing at complete attention now. She released her grip on me, turned around and bent at the waist to give the head of my pecker a lick. Then she sank down, the water covering all but her head and shoulders, and took me into her mouth. 

My eyes closed and I stood there relishing the feel of her obviously skilled tongue working my penis. The sun was warm on my chest and the water was cool on my legs. Debbie's hands were on my hips and she was sucking me in earnest now. I couldn't believe my luck. There were times when it had been months between barely decent blowjobs, and now I was getting two very good ones on the same day. 

I lost track of time and how long Debbie had been working on me but I could feel the pre-cum oozing up my shaft. I was contemplating whether to just let her keep working until I blasted, or if I should try fucking the girl. My thoughts were jolted away as I heard splashing and Tracy's voice.

"I'm getting hungry," she complained. "Guess you were too. Huh, Deb?" she said with a chuckle as she looked down at my cock lodged halfway in Debbie's mouth. 

We all got a laugh out of that, but my joviality was short lived as Debbie released me from her lips and straightened up. "Yeah, but I need to put something in my stomach," she said in response. I gave her a sideways look and she grinned and told me, "Something besides cum."

With that they all began a retreat to the lake shore, leaving me, not exactly hanging I guess, but nonetheless in their wake. There wasn't much I could do about the decision, so I turned and began following them to the water's edge with my hard-on bouncing in front of me as I waded through the water. 

By the time I got to them, the guys were tugging shorts on over their wet legs. I picked up my shirt and dried off as best I could before pulling on my own. Debbie and Tracy hadn't waited for us since they had made a naked run for the lake originally. They were quite a site to behold as their still nude bodies strode away from us toward the campsite. One blonde, one brunette, both 19 years old and both with fantastic asses. 

My cock was still semi-hard and as I worked to get it tucked away I glanced at my watch. Five minutes to five; "No wonder the girls were getting hungry," I said to myself. And now, as my stomach gave a little rumble, I had to agree with them. It was time to get some food, and if my suspicions were correct, we were going to need our strength later in the evening. 

By the time the four of us guys reached the campsite, Tracy and Debbie were huddled together and giggling outside the tent they were sharing with Rusty. Upon our arrival there, we saw what was amusing them. The flap was wide open on the tent and there was Rusty, sound asleep and naked as could be. He was using a sleeping bag as a pillow and snoring quite loudly.

I guessed the girls were conspiring to prank the poor guy in some way and I was right. They crept into the tent and knelt down, near Rusty's hips. Slowly and ever so gently they began to stroke and tease his cock and balls while he slept. A few moments of this and he shifted, murmuring something indiscernible. The girls continued and in no time had Rusty, at least part of him, awake and ready for action.

We were all struggling to contain our laughter, especially the two females. As the rest of us watched from just outside, Tracy and Debbie continued their work, adding lips and tongues to their arsenal of torment. Inevitably their teasing rousted the teenager from his slumber. When Rusty finally woke, with a start, we all lost it and laughed out loud, the girls giggling hysterically as girls tend to do.

Looking down at his condition, Rusty immediately blushed crimson and tried to cover himself, I suppose not noticing that the females were both still in their birthday suits too. Tracy and Debbie quickly set about apologizing and explaining that they simply couldn't resist the chance to tease him. Debbie even leaned into him, rubbing her boobs against his own nakedness, and planted a deep french kiss on him. During the kiss her hand found the boy's hard-on and she gave it a few firm strokes.

"We'll make it up to you later," the brunette promised as she released him and got to her feet. "But for right now, you'll have to wait. We're hungry," Debbie finished. 

The guys gave Rusty a bit of ribbing and I finally taunted, "Get up and put some clothes on, Stud."

As the realization of what was going on finally caught up with Rusty's groggy brain, the rest of us set to work building a fire for the evening. A few minutes later I heard rustling coming from Rusty's tent as the trio began to emerge. Rusty had donned a fresh pair of cargo shorts and a loose tank top, since he had left his others at the edge of the lake. The girls were both wearing long, baggy T-shirts with the sleeves, cut out of them. I would guess they were to be used as cover-ups over swimsuits but as Debbie bent to exit the tent, I could tell the shirt was all that she had on. I could only assume Tracy was following suit. 

By the time the meal was finished, we had settled into a bit more mellow state. Still, there was a sexual charge in the air. We all knew we were getting laid again that evening. The girls had made no effort to keep themselves concealed under their T's; not that they were purposely flashing us. They simply didn't seem to mind if we saw. Of course it wasn't like we hadn't already seen it anyway, but the thrill of catching just a glimpse was somehow more intoxicating. I actually found myself working to try and see up or down the girl's shirts as the day edged into twilight. 

Although I believe it was a forgone conclusion that sex was on the docket, everyone seemed to be just kind of waiting to see what would happen next. After about an hour of this, I started to get impatient and decided to help things along. And even though I was more than ready, I didn't want to simply drop my drawers and shout, "Who's first?"

Since I'd had some time to think, I had devised a little game that I expected would get everyone's juices flowing, pardon the pun. I had brought a deck of cards and I thought it would be interesting to hear some of the other's sexual fantasies, so I combined the two activities. My thought was that we would all draw a card and whoever drew the low card would have to tell theirs. Then, on the next round, whoever had already shared would be exempt from the draw. 

I invited the group to play a game and everyone was receptive to the idea, until I proposed my game to them. After explaining the premise, there were some timid expressions from everyone except me and Joe. But after a few minutes of goading, the rest of the group gave in and agreed to play. And as we drew the first round of cards I warned everyone to not hold out on us. "We want all of the nitty gritty details," I said.

Joe happened to be the first low card. The fantasy he shared was exactly what I suspected his would be. Joe and I had been best friends since we were little kids and knew nearly as much about the other as we did about ourselves. He expounded on how he wanted to do it with a pair of red-headed twins. This may seem a bit tame, but Joe's rendition of what and how they would do certain things really got the group motivated to hear and tell more. 

Rusty was next and I wasn't too surprised when he started out with, "Well, I got one of my fantasies today." Which, of course, was fucking his cousin Tracy. Then he went on with a more Rusty-like explanation of how he wanted to be gang-banged by 'a bunch of chicks'. We all groaned at his lack of imagination and poked more fun at him which he rebuffed with a simple, "Well that's what I want."

Tracy drew the next low card and she had a difficult time expressing a fantasy. It wasn't shyness or fear that hindered her. I think it was the fact that she just really had not developed any distinct fantasies yet. Even so, she still managed to give us some real brain candy in describing the things that interested her. I could feel my cock twitch and begin to stiffen as she regaled us with her anticipation of trying anal sex for the first time. But then she went on to inform us, in no uncertain terms, that she did not wish to have that fantasy fulfilled that weekend. I have to admit that was a bit of a let down. In retrospect, I'm glad she waited, but that's a story of it's own. 

Mark and Kyle followed Tracy. Mark's fantasy was to get a blowjob from Angelina Jolie while eating out Megan Fox. Then he was going to fuck them both and have them share his load. Kind of a lofty fantasy, but nice to think about and typical for Mark. He is your average redneck car guy with a mentality to match. Don't get me wrong, Mark's a smart guy with a lot going for him. He just seems to live with his head in the clouds sometimes. As for myself, I was more interested in truly possible fantasies; the things that were within reach.

Kyle shocked those of us who knew him well by confessing that he, at some point, thought he'd like to try a bisexual encounter. "Not that I want some guy's dick up my ass," he chuckled, "but I'd like do a blowjob and I know I'd let a guy suck me off." Never, in all the time I'd known him had Kyle even hinted toward this course. I could tell that he was a little uneasy about it, but looked almost relieved to have it out there in the open. 

His account was received with mixed regard, including some lighthearted teasing. But Kyle took it all in stride and assured us that he, like Tracy, did not wish to make his fantasy a reality anytime soon. For some, I'm sure, that was a relief to hear. It left me with a question mark running around my brain. I had never given any thought to the possibility of a bi-sexual encounter. Kyle's confession made me wonder what it would be like. 

I didn't have a lot of time to ponder it though as Debbie brought my attention back to the game. "Just you and me now," she said, holding the deck of cards out for me to select one. I drew a nine and she pulled a queen from the pack. 

After a few moments of silence I cleared my throat and began. "Well, my fantasy isn't anything really wild," I stated, pausing for a moment and contemplating the fact that I didn't have some flamboyant desire to share. Then I continued, "The gist of my fantasy is that I'm getting it on with a girl and her hot mom catches us. After acting pissed for a few minutes, she decides to join us and winds up screwing both our brains out." 

Then, with a mischievous snort, I said, "Of course, if I were Kyle I guess I'd want to get caught by her dad." The comment brought a round of good natured ribbing for Kyle. But then we made it clear to him that we thought no less of him and respected the fact that he was curious. The last thing I wanted to do was demoralize someone for their fantasies so I offered, "It's all good, man. Personally, if it's a good blowjob, I don't think I'd care if the giver was a guy or a girl." I suppose I still had the question mark floating around somewhere in the back of my mind. 

As the laughter subsided, Debbie settled back in her chair. She was the only one left to share and for the first time in the weekend, she seemed less than confident. I guess I could have been misreading her expressions, but it seemed as though she was struggling to voice her desires. Or, it could have been that she was simply having trouble picking one of the many scenarios that I speculated were littering her mind. 

Finally she began, "Okay. Just so we are clear, this fantasy is not for this weekend either."

We all acknowledged her statement and Debbie went on to explain how she wanted to be dominated and gang-fucked. She even told us about watching some B&D flicks and how she thought she'd like to try some of that stuff, but certainly not all of it. She expounded, in great detail, that the fantasy she was sharing involved being tied up in some open and compromising position by another female. This female would get the ball rolling by licking, sucking and teasing Debbie until she was begging to be fucked. 

"Then it would just be a steady stream of guys fucking me," she told us. "I guess girls could use me too," she added, and then wound up her story by saying, "They would cum all over me until I was a big, gooey, dripping mess."

By the time she finished her tale we were all staring at her, almost breathless. I'm quite sure I wasn't the only one sitting there with a boner bulging my pants. And I imagine possibly all of us were hoping we'd be on the list if she ever decided to execute that fantasy. I even noticed Tracy licking her succulent lips while Debbie treated us with her story. It was evident that she was picturing herself as the dominant female in the narrative.

I think Debbie must have noticed as well. A few moments after she finished speaking, she rose from her chair, giving me a great view of her cunt as she did. She grabbed Tracy by the hand and pulled her to her feet, dragging her toward Rusty. Once there, they stood one on each side of his camp chair and Debbie leaned in to whisper something in Tracy's ear. 

Tracy shook her head in the negative but Debbie was insistent, eventually pulling the girl closer and locking her lips with Tracy's. I was aware from my earlier conversation with Tracy that the two had engaged in similar activities at least once before, but I guessed the other guys had no idea. Their eyes were glued to the females as they continued, now progressing to a passionate french kiss.

Whatever it was that Tracy was showing reluctance over must have passed because as the two continued kissing, their hands began to roam. Soon they were groping each other with Tracy slipping her hands through the gaping arm holes of Debbie's shirt to find her breasts. In return, Debbie let her hand wander downward and nestle between the blonde's legs. Within seconds it was plain that Debbie's fingers had found their mark as Tracy went weak-kneed for a brief moment and then let her head tip back blissfully.

Rusty was wide eyed as the girls played, hovering just above his lap. I saw his hand move to his crotch and he began to slowly rub his tented shorts. His inexperience was showing again so once more I decided to give him some guidance. "Man, if it was me, I'd have a couple of handfuls of ass by now," I teased. 

The girls were unaffected by my comment and just continued to toy with one another. Rusty, still mesmerized by the women, slowly raised his hands toward them. His fingers landed simultaneously on the backs of both girl's thigh, and then began a slow ascent to the firm flesh barely concealed under the thin material of their shirts.

As Rusty inched upward, his fingers pushed the hem of each shirt up, bringing the soft globes of each girl's butt into view. The scene was incredibly erotic and my cock was throbbing in my shorts. And it only seemed to throb more as I watched our somewhat backward, but lucky, friend massaging and fondling Debbie's and Tracy's fine rear ends with gusto. The girls continued playing but Debbie broke the silence by looking down at Rusty and telling him, "I told you we'd make it up to you."

Rusty just nodded and mumbled, "Uh-huh," his eyes never leaving the pair of nearly nude females writhing above him. Then, with one swift move, Debbie pulled her hand from between Tracy's thighs, grabbed the hem of the girl's shirt and began pulling it skyward. Tracy let her hands escape from Debbie's cover-up and allowed herself to be stripped. In turn, she reciprocated by doing the same to Debbie, then returned her hands to the brunette's bosom. 

The two kissed again for a moment and then Debbie guided them both lower and lower until they were kneeling next to the fascinated Rusty. Debbie's hands went to Rusty's legs and then swept upward with Tracy tentatively following her lead. The pair settled their fingers over Rusty's bulging shorts and within seconds had them unfastened and splayed open, letting his boner spring free. 

Both of the girls began stroking Rusty's hard-on and rubbing their tits against his legs. They pushed his shirt upward, exposing his taut abdomen, running their hands over his admirable six pack. At last he pulled his eyes away and leaned his head back, basking in the treatment he was receiving. I couldn't blame him. I was itching to get in on the action, but then again, I was enjoying the show too. And it quickly got better as Debbie dipped to take Rusty's cock head into her mouth. Rusty let out a moan and then Debbie reminded him, "Don't forget to tell me before you cum." 

He didn't respond but Debbie didn't wait for him. She got right down to what was a great blowjob, at least from what I could see of it. Her head was bobbing up and down in his lap and her hands were all over him. I could hear slurping and sucking sounds, mixed with an occasional moan from Rusty's throat. 

When Debbie paused with just the tip of Rusty's meat between her lips, I thought maybe he had lost control, but then she slowly took his entire length down her throat. As her chin nestled against his balls, I decided I couldn't wait any longer. I stood and quickly shed my shorts and moved toward the action. Mark, Joe and Kyle all scrambled to their feet after me. 

I had already decided that I was going to fuck Debbie since I'd wet my tool in Tracy's snatch earlier, so I moved around behind her. She was hunched over Rusty's crotch, still slurping his pecker like a popsicle. I knelt and leaned in close behind her, pressing my own hard-on tight against her butt. My hip making contact with his hand startled Rusty somewhat and caused him to release the grip he had on Debbie's butt cheek. She shifted just a bit and my manhood wedged right into the crack of her sweet ass. 

Reaching around Debbie's torso, I found her boobs and began to play with her stiff little nipples and generally massage the orbs. As I played with her, I felt her shift again and then felt fingers barley graze my nuts. They weren't there but for a moment and then I could tell Debbie was pushing into herself. While she diddled herself I thought I could even hear her wetness, but I wasn't sure since she was making quite a bit of noise sucking Rusty's cock. 

In the meantime, Kyle, Mark and Joe had descended on Tracy, which I'm sure she welcomed since she didn't seem too eager to repeat her earlier acts with Rusty. Someone had produced a blanket and they quickly had the girl on her back, working as much of her body as they could with their lips and hands. In turn, Tracy was grabbing and groping at the guys, pumping their shafts while licking and nibbling any flesh that got near her pretty face.




School's Out



After watching the four naked bodies twisting in the glow of our campfire for a few moments, I returned my attention to Debbie. It was obvious now that her fingers were dancing in and out of her quim and she was grinding her hips backwards, onto my own. Rusty was almost gasping for air now and I knew that there was no way he was going to last much longer. 

I moved back a couple of inches and pulled my hips farther back, then grabbed my rock hard shaft and pushed it downward. I let my hips slide forward and the head of my penis came into contact with Debbie's digits. Instantly she withdrew them and guided the head of my cock into her soaking wet pussy. I thrust inward and sank about half of my meat deep in her warm hole. She let out a gurgling, "Mmmmm..." but didn't take her mouth away from Rusty. 

Debbie wasn't as tight as Tracy had been when I shagged her earlier in the day, but her hot little box closed around me with a wonderful firmness. I wasted no time and began sawing my pecker in and out of her, grabbing her hips for stability. Her body would jiggle each time my hips made contact with her ass and she was timing her downstroke on Rusty to match my forward thrusts. 

As I had guessed, it was only a couple of minutes before I heard Rusty struggling to get the words out. "Ahh... Uhh... I...I'm g-gonna... Uhhh... CUM!" he finally managed to sputter out. Debbie didn't even slow down. In fact, I think she increased her pace and a moment later the result was unquestionable; Rusty had begun unloading.

Debbie kept her lips in a tight seal around Rusty's dick as he grunted out his semen. Her head bobbing slowed but she continued sucking him until he finished and his body went limp in the chair. When she was sure that she had every drop of his juice, she let his wilting member slip from her lips and flop down against his bare abdomen. She gave the flaccid tool a few playful licks and each time her tongue touched him Rusty would flinch and let out a low moan. 

Satisfied with her job on Rusty, she tilted her head to look at me over her shoulder. "That feels really great," Debbie told me. "But my knees are killing me."

Reluctantly I withdrew myself from her steamy hole and stood up. Debbie did the same and began brushing off the dirt and tiny rocks that had become embedded in her skin. I took her by the hand and led her toward my tent. We paused a moment to watch the other four as they were in the midst of a position change as well. Tracy had been riding Joe and was lifting her sweet cunt off of him. He exited from between her legs and was swiftly replaced by Mark while Kyle stood like a statue with his prick in the girl's mouth. 

As Joe stood up, his pole glistened with Tracy's wetness. Debbie bent over and sucked the head of his tool into her mouth. "Mmmm... You taste like Tracy," she said with an evil little laugh. Again she sucked him in, taking nearly his whole length down her throat. Quite a feat since Joe's cock is a good deal larger than mine and I measure nearly 9 inches. And he's thicker too. It made me wonder just how long Debbie had been sexually active, but I didn't dwell on it. I wanted to get my dick back inside her. 

After sucking all of Tracy's nectar from Joe, Debbie straightened up and we resumed our trek for the tent. Once there, we unzipped the flap and tossed it open. I dropped onto my sleeping bag, on my back, and Debbie wasted no time in straddling me and impaling herself on my cock. Her velvet folds felt incredible as she slid down over me and began a methodical up and down motion with her hips. 

Debbie slowly rode my manhood for several minutes while seductively toying with my chest, neck, and face. The sensations were like none I'd ever felt before and I was relishing each touch of her tender fingers as they brushed across my nipples, trailed up my neck and then danced over my lips. I had been fortunate to have had some pretty good lovers before then, but none of them had been as skillful as was Debbie in the art of pure eroticism. 

After a while Debbie dismounted from me and turned herself 180 degrees, this time her knees straddling my head. Wordlessly she lowered her dripping box to my face and I was more than happy to oblige her, jabbing my tongue directly into the pretty, pink orifice. Simultaneously, I felt her lips closing over my organ and we began a very normal, but still outstanding 69. 

It didn't take long for my efforts to be rewarded with sighs and soft moans from Debbie. My tongue was darting in and out of her sweet hole, stopping occasionally to swirl around her turgid love button. I had wrapped my arms around her hips and, with my hands on her butt, was spreading her as wide as I could to afford better access. This allowed me to lick all the way from her clit back and upward toward her winking butt-hole. With a minor body adjustment, I was able to flick my tongue over the puckered ring of flesh which brought another, much deeper, "Mmmmm..." from the girl's throat. 

As the vibrations of her approval continued to float through my cock, I heard someone enter the tent and felt them kneel beside us. I didn't know who it was but Debbie pulled her mouth off of me and then I heard a male groaning and I knew she had replaced my dick with his. I didn't mind though since I was starting to feel the tingling of orgasm in my balls and sincerely wanted this to last a while longer. 

I could tell from her body movements that Debbie was vigorously blowing whoever it was that had joined us. I simply continued my pussy licking with my mind set on making her cum. Her hand found my stiff rod and she began slowly tugging on me while I worked her crotch.

With her current position I was able to get my hand around her a little further and after another good lick of her asshole, I pressed a finger into it. Debbie squealed in delight so I pressed a bit deeper. I felt her sphincter clench around my digit and I jammed my tongue as deep into her pussy as I could. The brunette's hips began a slow grind on my face and she started getting louder and more frequent with her moans and squeals. When I began wiggling my finger, buried to the second knuckle in her bum, she let out a deep, long, "Uhhhnnnnn..." and then let the cock free from her mouth. "Oh yeah Baby.... Just like that...." she encouraged me.

After a few more minutes, Debbie's body was beginning to tremble and she was uttering an almost non-stop flow of whines and groans, mixed with a few obscenities and calls to the Maker. I knew that she was getting close and a fleeting moment of concern raced through my brain. "What if she doesn't want to do any more after she cums?" I thought, but it was too late.

Debbie screeched and her body tensed, then her hips began to thrash over my face. Her hand squeezed my dick so hard that it was bordering on painful. I did my best to keep my mouth secured to her spasming cunt but her gyrations pulled her ass away from my finger. Suddenly, I found her clitoris between my lips and I locked onto it. I sucked it for all I was worth and she let out another high pitched squeal. 

"Oh God..." Debbie panted, dropping to all-fours. Then she cried out, "Fuck me, fuck me," almost pleadingly. "I want both of you to fuck the shit out of me," she wailed. 

Instantly I knew that I wanted to put my dick where my finger had been, and Debbie must've been thinking along the same lines. She stood and shuffled her feet along my sides until she was hovering over my hips. Then, with a strange gracefulness, she squatted and drove her gushing pussy down on my tool. She held me there for a moment and withdrew, only to place the head of my cock against her ass-hole. She pressed down and the head popped into her tight anal ring. She froze for a moment and then pushed a little harder, taking in about half of my length. 

Debbie paused again and I was amazed at how tight and hot her back door was. I reached out and cupped her ass cheeks in my hands trying to offer a little support, but doubt that I did. She raised up again until she had only the head of my tool still in her, then dropped down on me, skewering herself on my pole and pinning my hands between us. She leaned back and placed her hands on the sleeping bag, one on each side of us to brace herself, then sat there panting for a moment before she growled, "Okay Kyle... Shove your hot cock in my little pussy." 

My hands were still cupping her ass as Kyle positioned himself and drove into the girl. When he did, the feeling was astounding. I'd had anal sex before but never a 3-some and this was uncharted territory for me. Debbie's already tight rectum was becoming even tighter as Kyle entered her and the feeling of his rod sliding against mine, separated by only a thin membrane, was nearly indescribable. 

Debbie groaned, "Ohhhh... Uuuhhhhmmm. UHHHH!" as Kyle forced his whole penis into her and bottomed out. I was speechless at this point and simply taking in the scene that I was a part of. Kyle was quiet as well, focused on the task I suppose. Debbie was the only one of us making any noise and she was getting louder and louder again. 

Once Kyle was buried in Debbie's vagina, we struggled for a few moments to get a rhythm but were soon working in harmony. I had managed to free my hands from their fleshy trap and let them wander upward, toward Debbie's chest. I mauled her tits and then began to tug at her nipples. "Mmmmm, harder," she hummed as I pulled on them. I plucked both of the nubs sharply and Debbie cried out, "Yes! YES!" 

The only way I can describe the scene is to say that we were fucking furiously at this point. I continued to stretch and tweak Debbie's nips while Kyle and I worked in and out of the girl's overstuffed holes. We were all expressing our pleasures quite loudly now and were oblivious to anything else that might have been going on around us. 

I don't know how long we were at it, but I could feel the cum building in my nutsack and knew I wasn't going to last much longer. Kyle had picked up the pace a good deal and I thought he might be getting there too. As for Debbie, she was a babbling mess, but when I groaned out that I was close, she seemed to shake the cobwebs from her head and ordered, "Fuck me... Both of you fuck me and fill me up with your cum!"

"Oh, God... I'm almost ready," Kyle called out, really slamming into the girl now. Debbie picked up one of her hands and shoved it between their bodies. I couldn't see, but my assumption was that she was working her clit again. This caused the bulk of their combined weight to fall on me with each thrust, but I didn't care. I felt like I could hold the weight of the world at that point.

Debbie suddenly went tense and stuttered, "I... I... Oh, God... Ah-almoooost there." At just that moment, Kyle gave a shout and rammed home, holding his prick buried in Debbie's cunt. I could feel his dick pulsing over and over again as he shot what seemed like a quart of cum into the girl. 

That sent Debbie into a tizzy and pushed her over the edge. For as much noise as she had made, now she was silent, I think simply straining past the point of forming sounds. Her ass-hole was clamping down on me in waves and it was like flipping a switch. Suddenly, my cum gushed up and out of my cock, coating the girl's bowels. I dropped my hands to her hips and held on while I tried to jam into her deeper still, my orgasm ripping through my loins. 

I had never cum like that before. I've always prided myself on having a strong jet when I shoot (it's a guy thing), but this was unreal. It felt like liquid lightning screaming out of my dick at a thousand miles an hour, and my whole body felt like it was going to be sucked inside out, right through my dick. I didn't even know that Kyle had withdrawn and that Debbie's convulsions had subsided, somewhat.

Eventually, I became aware of Debbie's body weight on my chest as she lay there gasping for air, sweat dampening her hair. I, too, was coated in sweat and puffing to catch my breath. I coughed and exhaled a sincere, "Wow." That was all I could manage. Debbie slowly pulled off of my wilting but still swollen tool and dropped down beside me, resting her head on my heaving chest. 

We lay there for a few minutes and then the unmistakable sounds of sex coming from outside caught our attention. Struggling to do so, we sat up and peered out into the night. The fire had dwindled some, but still offered enough light to see the group. Joe was between Tracy's legs hammering his sizable meat into her. Positioned at her shoulders, Mark and, to my surprise, Rusty were kneeling on each side of the blonde. She had a cock in each hand, stroking fervently. 

Debbie re-arranged herself in front of me. My legs were flat on the floor and spread wide. She put her back to me and leaned against me, her own legs crossed Indian style in front of her. I reached around her and hugged her close. We sat there watching the action for a minute and then I confessed to her that I wasn't thrilled to see her and Tracy when they showed up with Rusty. "But, boy am I glad you did," I said. She simply responded with a deep and contented sigh. 

Turning my attention back to the fireside trio, I saw that they had also done a bit of shuffling. The people were still where they had been, but now Joe had Tracy's legs lifted high in the air, holding them with a hand behind each knee. Her feet bobbed freely with each driving stroke my buddy made into her and her young, firm tits bounced and jiggled.. Tracy had raised up on both elbows and, alternating back and forth, was sucking Mark and Rusty off as they fed her their cocks in turn. 

Mark dipped a hand down toward Tracy's crotch and we could hear the girl whimper as he stroked her clit. As Mark worked her love button and Joe slammed his meat into the girl, like Debbie had done, she got increasingly louder and more vocal. Within five minutes, I saw her legs straighten skyward as her back arched slightly and I knew that she was nearing her own explosion in the night. It only took a few more moments before Tracy's mouth pulled free of Rusty's pecker and she let out a long, loud, "Ohhhhh.... F-F-FUCK!" 

Her hips began to bounce and her hands became tight little fists. Tracy's eyes squeezed shut as the climax rushed through her teen body. She squirmed in ecstacy for a few moments and then regained her composure enough to slurp Mark's dick back into her mouth. Just then, Joe boasted his impending blast and pulled out just in time to squirt his seed all over the girl's belly. He quickly grabbed hold of his rod and coaxed the last of his sperm out onto the thin strip of blondish-brown hair adorning Tracy's mound. 

When he was finished, Joe slumped backward and then hoisted himself into one of the camp chairs to watch the others finishing off. Tracy didn't disappoint any of us. She quickly had both men ready to unload and they began stroking their cocks, hanging in the air just above her face. A moment later, Rusty began spurting his juice down on his cousin's pretty face, although his emission was quite small. But that was understandable since he'd probably climaxed more that weekend than any of the rest of us. 

Mark, on the other hand, was loaded for bear and when he began spraying the girl, I thought for a moment he may never stop. The first stream hit Tracy right on the cheek and she quickly opened her mouth where another two or three strong lines spewed onto her waiting tongue. Mark stroked his cock a couple of times and another two or three smaller streams of his semen lurched out onto the girls lips and chin. He pulled outward one last time and squeezed another few drops into the teen's mouth just before she closed it over the end of his dick. When Tracy released Mark's tool, it was evident that she had swallowed every drop in her mouth. But she was still a mess as both Rusty's and Mark's spunk clung to her face. 

As Mark stumbled away from her, Tracy flopped down onto the blanket and sighed in post climactic bliss. Debbie got up and moved toward the sprawled out blonde so I followed along. I dropped into another of the chairs, as had the other three guys. Debbie proceeded to lay down on her side next to Tracy. She began running her fingers through the gooey mess that coated the blonde's face. She swiped a big glob of the love juice off and sucked it from her fingertips, then asked Tracy, "Did you have a good time?" 

Tracy weakly nodded the affirmative and then after a moment said with a giggle, "Let's do it again next weekend!"

...continued in chapter 3 

School's Out - Chapter 3

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"Let's do it again next weekend!" That's what Tracy had said as she lay naked and cum-splattered, her friend Debbie next to her, in front of the campfire. My buddies Joe, Mark and Rusty had just unloaded all over her and were now slouched in camp chairs to my right. Debbie and I, along with another friend of mine, Kyle, had finished our own encounter just in time to witness the completion of the fireside romp. Kyle had disappeared to somewhere so Debbie and I had watched the activities sitting inside my tent, with the flap wide open. Now we were, except for Kyle, all gathered around the fire recuperating. 

After a time I got up and grabbed one of the battery powered lanterns we'd brought, flipped it on and said, "I'm going to the lake to clean up if anyone wants to tag along." Mark and Joe both agreed it was a good idea. I assumed the girls would certainly want to cleanse themselves since we males had made a pretty good mess of them. Rusty opted to stay behind and told us that he was going to bed. And he honestly didn't need a lot of cleaning up; the girls had seen to that. And I could see where he'd be tired. The poor guy had blown at least four loads, that I knew of, in just a matter of ten or twelve hours. That would be enough to wipe out Superman.

Rusty bid us "Good night," and headed for his tent while the rest of us moved carefully toward the lake. After safely navigating the path, we waded out only far enough to splash water up on ourselves and wash away the residue of sex from the affected areas. During the afternoon the water had felt great in the midday heat, but now it seemed quite chilly. We didn't waste a lot time with horseplay and were soon making our way back to the campsite. 

Once we were back in camp, we huddled around the fire to warm and dry ourselves. The fire had burnt down to almost nothing so I tossed on a couple more logs, which had it roaring again in no time. The two girls were visibly shaking from the chill so I retrieved the blanket that Tracy had been laying on, shook the debris off and draped it over their shoulders. They thanked me and huddled close together to get warm. We stood there silently for a few minutes until Joe asked, "We got any marshmallows?" 

That was a silly question. Who goes camping and doesn't take marshmallows? I told Joe where they were but he still had to rummage around before he was successful in his search. He returned to the fire and promptly began roasting them. Being a gentleman, Joe offered the first pair to the girls and they readily accepted the warm, gooey treats. He then went on to inform me and Mark that we were on our own. 

For the next hour or so we sat around roasting marshmallows and talking. We were still nude but none of us cared. Strangely, our conversation never broached the fact that we had probably all experienced the best sex of our lives, to that point, just a short time ago. We were all at ease with each other and simply enjoying the companionship. 

Eventually the conversation did swing back around to Tracy's earlier statement, "Let's do it again next weekend!" I was curious if she would still be as eager after some time had passed, and I was pleased to find out that she was. Mark and Joe concurred that they were certainly ready to repeat our little camping adventure, as was I. Obviously, since Kyle and Rusty were absent from the circle, we didn't know if they would join us the next weekend, but the rest of us were more than willing. 




School's Out



But we'd no sooner settled the issue when Mark spoke up. "Aw, hell!" he complained. "I just remembered that I have to help my sister move next weekend." Dejectedly, he went on, "There's no way I can get out of helping her, but you guys should go ahead without me." 

We all shared our sympathies with him and agreed to carry on with the plan. I wouldn't have said it to Mark, but I didn't really care whether he would be there or not. I planned to have both of these hot women again, at least once each, if not more, the next weekend. But Mark's misfortune did serve a purpose; it reminded me that I needed to call and cancel a date that I'd made for the following Saturday night.

It wasn't very much longer, maybe a half-hour later we all decided to turn in. The fire was waning and it had been a long day. I had given some thought to having another go at one of the girls but let it pass. Frankly, I was too bushed to make the effort. Plus, I knew that both Debbie and Tracy had to be exhausted. I could only imagine how spent poor Rusty must have been. Of course, at that point I knew we would be getting it on the following weekend, making my decision a little easier.

We said our 'Good nights' and the group scattered in various directions; first to relieve full bladders and then to their respective tents. Joe and I entered ours and he flipped on our light so we could see to get situated. The first thing I noticed was a big wet spot near the foot of my sleeping bag. At first I couldn't figure out what could have caused it and wondered if an animal had wandered in and took a leak on my bed. But then it dawned on me that the spot was right where Debbie had been sitting as we watched the 'Tracy and company' show conclude. Apparently the deposits Kyle and I had left inside her leaked out while we sat there. "No big deal," I said to myself and crawled inside. Actually I was a little proud of the souvenir.

Joe said, "...night," and switched off the lamp. I echoed him and knew that within a couple of minutes he would be asleep. Even when we were little and had sleep-overs, Joe was out almost before his head hit the pillow. I also knew that a few minutes later he would be snoring. I was always a little envious of his ability to simply switch off. For me, bedtime usually meant half an hour of tossing and turning as I tried to get comfortable and push out the thoughts that always seemed to crowd my head. 

Tonight was no different. I felt more awake after I laid down than I did before. My mind was racing as I replayed the day's events, and thought about the next weekend. To make matters worse, Joe started snoring right on cue, just as I knew he would. I was becoming somewhat frustrated and was preparing to give Joe 'the nudge' when I heard the zipper of our tent being pulled. 

I leaned up a little to try and see who it was and made out the silhouette of a female passing through the opening. At first glance I couldn't tell which of the two it was. But when she bent to zip the tent closed, a beam of moonlight washed over blonde hair and I knew it was Tracy. A moment later, she was kneeling next to me. Her hand lightly touched my shoulder and she whispered, "Can I sleep with you?" 

Without answering, I simply unzipped my oversized sleeping bag and held it open for her to crawl into. As the girl climbed in next to me, I realized that she was still nude, like me. Her skin felt soft and delicious as she squirmed herself into the bag and pressed against me. Once Tracy was situated, I zipped the bag closed again and then wrapped my arms around her. Our legs were soon tangled with each other and we kissed. Not a heated "let's get it on" kiss, but rather a warm and tender one. "This is nice," Tracy whispered. 

"Uh-huh," I returned. That was the only conversation we had. And for as difficult as sleep had been for me just a few minutes before, now I was totally relaxed. All my cares were gone and my eyelids were almost instantly heavy. Tracy's body felt warm and comfortable pressed against me and I was as content as I had ever been. 

When I woke up, Tracy remained snuggled close to me and I still had my arms wrapped around her. I watched her sleep for a few minutes, relishing the feel of her naked flesh converging with my own. Her face was angelic and her tousled hair made her somehow more desirable. I remember thinking, "I could get used to this." But I had to caution myself to not read more into the girl's presence than what I knew was true. And that was simply that she hadn't wanted to sleep alone. 

I heard some rustling outside and quiet voices. One of them was female and since Tracy was asleep in my arms, I knew it had to be Debbie. Just then Tracy began to stir. I tilted my head down and placed a light kiss on her forehead. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled up at me. "Morning," I said in barely more than a whisper. 

Tracy didn't say anything for a moment. She drew in a deep breath and then exhaled with a long, yawning sigh. Her eyes averted toward my chest and, timidly, she said, "Sorry about intruding last night." Before I could respond she continued her story. "Debbie and Mark hooked up again last night after everyone went to bed. They took a blanket and went down by the lake and I was lonely," she explained. 

"No worries," I told her. "I was glad to have the company." She looked up again and our gaze met. I could see a desire in Tracy's smoky blue eyes. Not necessarily sexual, but more of a longing for something that was missing. I have to admit, something 'clicked' at that moment and I found myself wanting more of this adorable creature, in every way. 

Again there was silence between us for a couple of minutes. I was struggling with what to say next. My mind was made up that I wanted to pursue something more with Tracy and, if I was reading her right, she wanted the same thing. But for the life of me I couldn't formulate the words. Finally I managed to force my mouth open. "I feel silly asking since we've known each other for so long," I said meekly. "But would it be okay if I called you sometime this week?" I asked, then proposed, "Maybe we can grab a bite or catch a movie."

For as feeble as my effort seemed to me, I guess it was well received because a wide grin grew on Tracy's face and her eyes sparkled with delight. "That would be great," she chirped. Then she tilted her head further upwards and captured my lips with her own. We shared a lingering, passionate kiss with Tracy's tongue teasing my lips. 

By the time the kiss ended, my manhood was erect and throbbing against the teen's thigh. I felt her hand brush down my torso, over my hip and then settle between us. Her fingers wrapped around my shaft and Tracy began a gentle massage of my organ. Her touch set me on fire and I crushed my lips to hers, stabbing my tongue between them. 

As we kissed I noticed that Joe was still firmly entrenched in his sleeping bag. It seemed to me that Tracy was ready for a tumble and since her back was toward him, I didn't know if she realized he was still in the tent with us. So, when our mouths separated, I told her, "Joe's still in here."

With an evil little grin, Tracy replied, "I don't care. I want you to fuck me."

That was good to hear because by that time pre-cum was oozing out of my dick and Tracy was smearing it all over the head. Her fingers felt magical on my tool and I was rearing to get inside of her. And I, like her, didn't really care who seen or heard at that point. My only concern was that someone might want to join in, and I wasn't feeling particularly generous. I was being a little selfish, I guess, and wanted the girl all to myself. 

I unzipped the sleeping bag and tossed the top back to allow for more room. Then, as I drew my hand back, I caught her leg just behind the knee and hoisted her thigh over my hip. Tracy instinctively guided me into her already dampened vagina. I pushed into her a few inches and she released the grip she held on my tool. I pulled back slightly and then pushed into the maiden again, going a little deeper than before. While I did, I was watching the girl's face. She had her eyes closed, biting at her bottom lip, and she moaned softly as I began to very slowly plunge in and out of her. 

The position was not very good if you were wanting hot, rampant sex, but it was perfect for slow and tender lovemaking. And that was exactly what I wanted to do with Tracy, at that moment anyway. My suspicion was that she too wanted something a little less intense than the previous night's romp had been. Not that she hadn't enjoyed the more vigorous activity, or wouldn't again, but for now her mood seemed to indicate she wanted something softer. 

While I continued to gently saw in and out of her box, which was becoming increasingly wet, I began a series of soft kisses and gentle nibbles. I let my tongue slide up her throat, along the jawbone and proceeded to her earlobe. My lips drew the soft flesh in and I bit down on it ever so softly. A husky moan escaped her throat and a shudder raced through her gorgeous body. 

We lay there for a couple of minutes kissing, groping and slowly screwing. Our position, as I said, was not the most advantageous. I could only manage about half strokes at best. As we made love I began to contemplate my next move and how I could improve the esprit de corps. While considering my options my eyes wandered over Tracy's shoulder and I caught a glimpse of Joe. Looking again, I could see that he was no longer asleep. Instead he was wide awake and propped up on one elbow, head in hand, watching us with a wide grin. I'm quite sure that he had a great view of Tracy's beautiful ass and my dick plugged into her tight pussy.

When Joe realized that I was making eye contact with him, he pointed at himself and then at us. It was his way of silently asking if he could join in on the fun. I shook my head "no" and he did a soundless, overly animated finger snapping motion. Then he nodded his head and gave me the universal "O.K." symbol made with his index finger circling around to his thumb. Joe and I could almost read each other's minds and I think he already knew that he wasn't invited to this party. But I couldn't blame him for trying; I would have.

I didn't say anything to Tracy about Joe being awake. I figured the least I could do was to let him watch. And I really doubted that Tracy would mind. Looking back to her, her eyes were still closed and she was still chewing on her bottom lip. She had begun rocking to and fro in time with my abbreviated thrusts. Her left hand was dancing up and down my back, lingering when it found the top of my buttocks. 

By this time my cock was itching to delve deeper into Tracy's sweet hole. To remedy that, I wrapped my arms around her firmly and rolled onto my back, pulling her upright over me. Tracy gave a yelp of surprise and then giggled quietly as she immediately slid down my pole. Our pubic bones mashed together and the girl gave a low groan as she rocked in place, skewered atop me. Her clit was sandwiched between us and she continued the rocking motion to milk the sensations. 

I moved my hands to her chest and palmed a breast in each one. When I began massaging and squeezing them, another moan emanated from the beauty. At that point, Tracy ceased the rocking motion and started a slow, rhythmic up and down on my cock. Her hands moved to cover mine, almost as if she wanted to make sure they remained on her boobs. And then a few moments later she moved hers to my abdomen, for stability I suppose. In doing so, her arms drew closer together and thrust more of her chest outward and into my hands. So, while she rode me, I continued mauling Tracy's tits, pausing from time to time so I could tweak the fleshy buds of her nipples. 

It didn't take long before Tracy had moved from a slow and steady undulation into a more urgent lunging as she drove herself down on my dick, over and over again. Her fingers were beginning to dig into my skin and I could see a thin line of sweat developing on her forehead. Her eyes were still clamped shut and she was mostly quiet, but occasional sighs and moans were telling me that she was thoroughly enjoying the ride. 

I was in heaven too. Her pussy felt warm, tight and wonderful as it gently tugged my manhood when she drew upward, then encased me in all of its wet wonder when she pounded back down. Again the "I could get used to this" thought crossed my mind and I relished the idea that there was a very real possibility of Tracy and I having a relationship. And although she was self-admittedly a novice in the sex game, she was already an excellent lover. I was positive that if we did indeed hook up, we would enjoy many, many more steamy sessions together. And they would only get better with time.

The thought got me even more excited and I decided it was time to take over the 'driving'. I let my hands move away from Tracy's chest and I leaned up, drawing my face near to her breasts. I kissed and sucked her stiff nipples for just a few seconds, then I pushed her gently backwards. Tracy got the idea and went down onto her back beneath me, my cock never leaving the soft confines of her cunt. 

Once Tracy was settled under me, I pushed my entire length into her eager hole and leaned down to kiss her. Our lips met, then parted and our tongues began an erotic dance with each other. While we kissed, I began to pump in and out of her but kept the pace of my hips slow and sensual, grinding them into the girl's when I reached the apex of my inward stroke. Her legs were splayed wide now, and wrapped around me. With each thrust forward that I made, she would softly squeeze me with them as if trying to draw me deeper. 

Again, the soft and sensual only lasted a short time before the kiss ended in lieu of more aggressive fucking. I pulled back a bit, braced myself with my hands flat on the sleeping bag, then steadily increased my pace until I was slamming into Tracy with gusto. We were both grunting and moaning in pleasure, the outside world lost to our minds. Excitement was building in both of us and I think we were both feeling the glorious culmination of our efforts coming into reach.

I could definitely feel the first inkling of a climax lurking in my balls, but I wanted to be sure that Tracy got off first. So I made a final groaning thrust forward then quickly withdrew completely from Tracy's snatch. I think for the first time since we started, her eyes snapped open and she started to say something. Before she could find a word, I retreated and dropped my mouth to her soaked pussy. Instead of a complaint, a soft whine came from the girl as I jammed my tongue into her, launching into a full out assault of her gash and clit with my mouth. I wasn't taking it easy, as I had done the previous day. My goal was simply to give her a gut wrenching orgasm. 

Tracy's hands found my head and she was writhing under my efforts. I could feel her fingers pressing me deeper into her crotch and she was moaning almost continually. The girl's juices were flowing freely and coating my mouth with their sweet flavor. Her taste was intoxicating and knowing that she was getting close excited me that much more. I was soon at the point where I knew I could blast off with very little stimulation. 

To help her along, I snaked a hand around her slender thigh and began strumming her swollen clitoris as I tongue-fucked her sweet hole. Her hips began to tremble and I knew she was on the verge. Shortly, her moaning stopped and her hands dropped away from my head. Tracy grabbed fistfuls of the sleeping bag and I could feel her whole body tensing up; the calm before the storm.

A moment later I felt her pelvis tilt away from my mouth slightly, but not enough for my lips to lose contact. A slow, rolling, "Uhhhhmmmm," came from Tracy's throat. Then I could feel her abdomen clenching as her hips thrust sharply upward when her orgasm hit. "Ohhhh... Oh-Oh-OHHHH!" she wailed.

I hurriedly scrambled back into my semi-squatting position and jabbed my hard-on into the teen's quivering pussy. The sensation was incredible as she continued to cum on my cock. I hooked my arms behind her knees and threw her legs in the air, letting my hands slide up to grasp at her calves. Then I began slamming my hips against her, driving my dick in as far and as fast as I could. 

Tracy cried out, "Oh God, Ron.... Fuck me! Cum in me!" 

That was it. My senses were already on overload and her voice pushed me over the edge. I stuffed my dick deep into her one last time and went rigid while what felt like a river of cum spewed into Tracy's womb. I could feel her pussy muscles clamping down on me and milking my dick for every drop. Even after I finished unloading, the pulsing in both her pussy and my cock continued. 

After a few moments I released her legs and collapsed into a panting heap on top of Tracy. Her breathing was no better than mine as I could tell from her puffing into my ear. I slid mostly off of her, but kept my body in close contact with hers. We were both sweating and still gasping but our lips came together in a sweet, post-orgasmic kiss. I ran my fingers through her hair and gazed into her pretty eyes for a moment. Neither of us needed to say anything. We both knew how good it had been.

Just then I remembered Joe. I glanced in his direction but to my surprise, he wasn't in his bed. I assumed that sometime during our lovemaking he must have slipped out of the tent. He had. No sooner had I noticed his absence than we heard applause and whooping break out from not too far outside the tent. Tracy and I both swiveled our heads toward the sound and discovered the rest of the troupe, Joe included, peering through the large side window. I hadn't even thought about the fact that it was open. 

Tracy and I both broke into laughter and someone outside chided, "Whaddaya' know... Breakfast and a show!" Tracy flipped the bird at the group and I pulled the sleeping bag somewhat over us. We snuggled together, content and happy, not really concerned with the fact we had been watched. 

By the time we recovered and exited the tent, all four of the guys were gathered around a naked and kneeling Debbie. I noticed she had been wearing her baggy T-shirt again when I saw her through the tent window, but it was gone now. As we approached, she let Mark's dick slip out of her mouth and started an explanation. "After watching you two go at it, these guys all had their own tents going on," she said. "I told them I was too sore to screw, but I agreed to blow them." 

Tracy and I pulled a couple of the camp chairs around and sat down. It was our turn to watch. But before Tracy had a chance to sit, Debbie nonchalantly informed her, "You're leaking girl." 

Tracy twisted to look and Joe chuckled, "Ron's running down your leg, Honey." And sure enough, there was a long line of my jism trailing down the inside of the blonde's thigh. 

Again, Tracy blushed with embarrassment but didn't let it get her down. She simply grabbed some paper towels and started to clean herself. But then she paused and looked at me. Tracy tossed the roll of towels to me and snickered, "You made the mess, you clean it off." Then she gave me a cute smile and added, "Pleeeease..." in a mockingly childish whine. 

I chuckled and snapped off a few sheets, motioning her over. She stepped in front of me and turned her back toward me, spread her feet and backed up so that I had ample access to the mess. But then she teasingly bent over and pushed back at me, shoving her beautiful ass to within inches of my face. The guys all whistled and cat-called, encouraging her on. 

I responded by leaning forward and biting into Tracy's right buttock. Not enough to cause real pain, but with some force. Tracy squealed and tried to jump away but I was too quick for her, grabbing her hips and holding her in place. She squirmed and fought and I finally released her, but not before I had managed a big red hickey on her ass cheek. 




School's Out



It was Nikki who first had the idea. Then Nicole, Melinda, Sarah and Roxy jumped on board, and they all came over to my house to try to convince me to join the party.

I didn't need much coaxing. Like my girlfriends, I was eighteen, a senior at Homestead High, and my hormones were running wild. It seemed like all we ever gossiped about anymore was the size of guys' thingies and who was banging who. But that's what you get when you cram a bunch of hot-blooded highschoolers inside an airless, boring classroom. What we really needed—what was just around the corner after graduation—was room to roam and time to give our Sex Ed knowledge a workout.

Anyway, the girls came over during a school night. Mom, ever the gracious hostess, brought us a plate of just-baked brownies and an unopened carton of cold milk. I thanked her, then told her that we would need a little quiet time so that we could quiz each other for our History final. It was a blatant lie, of course, but I couldn't very well tell her that Nikki's plans for National Nude Day were on the agenda.

"So here's the deal," Nikki said after I'd locked the door and we'd toasted the impending end of the school year. "I did a little research, and there is nothing in the City's civil code that says you can't walk around stark naked. And as for the school dress code, beyond encouraging us not to dress like pimps and 'hos, there's nothing in there that says you can't strut around in the altogether."

Sarah raised her hand like she was still in class. "Yeah, I've heard that," she said. "And remember when that guy at the university went to all his classes in the nude? Turns out the school couldn't do anything about it because it would violate his right to free expression."

"Yeah," Melinda said. "Not to mention our right to ogle the motherfucker."

We all laughed, but I was still feeling a little uneasy about what Nikki was proposing. "So you're suggesting that we all meet up on the last day of school in the girl's locker room, take off all our clothes, and then sashay our pretty little behinds down to the quad where everyone will be signing their yearbooks?"

"Doesn't that sound like a positively wicked idea?" Roxy said, her luscious tits spilling liberally over her Love Pink tank top. "I think it would be such a huge turn-on to catch everyone by surprise while they're getting all weepy and nostalgic. I say we all get naked, and let the chips fall where they may."

"Right on," Melinda said. "What are they going to do, expel us?"

Nikki fixed me with her stunningly pretty eyes. "So are you in, Cindy girl? You do know that Jason Clark and his football buddies will be there, don't you? Somehow they got put in charge of handing out caps and gowns. I don't know about you, but I'm dying to see the look on his face—and the bulge in his jeans—when we show him the goods."

I had to admit that I found the idea intriguing. After all, I've always been somewhat of an exhibitionist. When my parents are away and my little brother is at soccer practice, I love to go out in the backyard totally naked and prance around, halfway hoping that the dirty old man next door will see me. Going bare-assed like that is so liberating, and makes me feel ultra-sexy. What I generally do is lay out on a beach towel in the middle of the lawn, and before you know it my thoughts are on that strapping hottie Jason Clark and my finger is firmly on my clit.

My fantasies run the gamut, but the most prominent one is where Jason, Colin, Mark, Randy, and Brice are in the backyard with me, and we're making an amateur bukakke video for the Web, and at the end I'm just drenched in sticky teenage cum. Oh my.

"I'm in," I said to Nikki, finally deciding that, what the fuck, girls just want to have fun.

"Good. And everyone else is in as well, right? Nobody too chicken? Okay. So what would be really hot is if we all showed up with ruby-red lips, purple-painted fingernails and toenails, and freshly shaved va-jay-jays. If that doesn't start a riot, nothing will!"

Fantastic. We'd be celebrating National Nude Day on the last day of our last year at Homestead. What could be better? Still, I thought if best to run this by the boss. So when I left the house that morning I asked my mother if she loved me.

"Of course I do, sweetheart. Why do you ask?"

"Well, because it's the last day of school, and I might end up disappointing you before the day is over."

"Honey, you could never disappoint me. Besides, not only is it your last day in school—it's National Nude Day as well!"

Oh my God, Mother knew!

"I guess what I mean is that we've all been young and foolish at some point in our lives. So you just go enjoy yourself, honey. And if you're a little naughty, well, I'll pretend not to notice."

Well, why not just give me a license to fornicate, Mother? Which was exactly what I felt like doing as I stuffed my jeans and top and bikini panties inside my gym locker. Naked, I looked around at my co-conspirators. There was Roxy, with her small-hipped stripper's body. Melinda and Sarah, the blondes, had their hair done up in sexy cornrows. Nicole, playing the tart, had painted rouge around the nipples of her cupcake tits. And Nikki, our ringleader, had brought reinforcements—her aunt and her older sister Jessica.

"Fuck yeah!" Nikki said, lining us up against the lockers for inspection. I must admit that despite my nervousness, a warm clammy sensation was developing between my legs, and my head was swimming with impure thoughts. Just the idea of parading around in front of my classmates with my naked ass and tits exposed was making me moist.

"So what if..." I ventured, feeling suddenly adventurous. But I couldn't complete the thought. What I was imagining was just too depraved to consider.

But Nikki wasn't going to let me off that easy. "What if what, girlfriend? You're not getting cold feet already, are you?"

"Hell, no!" I said defiantly.

"What, then? Hurry, the lunch bell just rang, so we need to get out there. Hey, what do want to bet that we make those footballers cream their skivvies, and make their girlfriends want to scratch our eyes out?"

I decided to be bold. After all, Mom said she would cut me some slack if I was naughty today. "I like the way your mind works, Nik," I said. "But since we're already naked, why not go all in?"

The girls all stopped their nervous chatter and looked at me. Nikki placed her hands on her ample hips; I could see that her baby-smooth pussy was already damp around her cunt's generous lips. "Well?"

I took a deep breath. "I say we gangbang Jason Clark—right out in the open!"

For the longest time there was stunned silence. Then Sarah finally spoke up. "You mean have sex? In the quad? In front of the whole school?"

The very idea caused Melinda to straddle a wooden bench and sigh longingly. She looked positively flushed, as if all of her blood had rushed to her head. But her eyes were aglow with mischief. My dirty talk must have sparked something inside of her, because she put her hand over her cunt and started circling two fingers around her clit.

"That's the spirit!" I said. "Look, once we light the fire maybe the whole school will go up in a blaze."

"But what about Sam, the security guard?" Roxy asked.

"Yeah," Sarah said. "And the janitors. And the teacher's aides."

"And the fucking principal!" Nikki said.

"Relax," I said. "Most everyone knows that it's National Nude Day—even our moms! So people's minds are already squirrely, and their genitals are already primed for action. Once they get a look at our nubile teenage bodies, who in their right mind is gonna say no?"

That was all the persuasion they needed. We filed out into the broad daylight, our young hips swaying ever so suggestively. It was quite a walk from the gym to the quad area, and along the way we picked up a posse of drooling, disbelieving voyeurs. We got a lot of crude catcalls and obscene propositions, but nobody tried to stop us. Nobody dared.

I remember the sun feeling deliciously sensual on my naked body, and I loved the incredibly dirty feeling of having every inch of it invaded by prying eyes. I could tell that the other girls felt the same way, too. The shameless flaunting of their young, taut bodies had made them wantonly frisky, and the chances of an end-of-year fuck fest were looking very good.

"There he is!" Nikki squealed as we got near the quad. She pointed at a strikingly handsome young man who was sitting up on a picnic table wearing his letterman's jacket. Jason! "Hey baby," she said, turning her back to him and spreading her ass cheeks. "You want a piece of this?"

Jason stood abruptly, clearly flustered, but I quickly stepped forward and pushed him back onto the table. His face had turned bright red, but he couldn't take his eyes off of my tits, which were barely a handful, though all the guys I'd been with claimed to like them that way.

"Holy shit!" he said. "You guys are naked!"

I laughed, feeling the power of my nudity and loving how it was making him melt. "It's National Nude Day, Jason," I cooed. "So why aren't you celebrating?"

By now our devilish experiment was having the desired effect: we were surrounded by what seemed the entire senior class. Riding on a wave of synched-up sexual energy, they broke into a spontaneous chant. "Fuck him! Fuck him! Fuck him!"

Not a problem. We laid Jason out full length on the table top. He didn't resist. Roxy pulled off his running shoes, then Nikki and her sister unbuttoned his jeans and heaved them down over his hips.

"Oh my God!" It was Melinda, who was always hot-to-trot, staring achingly at Jason's blue silk boxers and the swelling cockhead that was poking playfully out of the fly.

Now our classmates were standing shoulder-to-shoulder on all the tabletops that surrounded us. Everyone was craning their necks for a better look, taking pics with their smart phones. "Suck his cock! Suck his cock!" they cheered, as if they were at a pep rally.

Nicole pulled Jason's letterman's jacket and his T-shirt over his head, and I, who couldn't wait to get at that thick, veiny cut of sirloin between his legs, viciously ripped his boxers open at the fly, leaving the all-county stud quarterback as naked as the day he was born.

I was wet, wetter than I'd ever been before, even when I fingered myself in the backyard.

"Do it! Do it!" the crowd sang.

I climbed up on the table and straddled my new boyfriend. Nikki had already beaten me up there, but she'd decided to do a little face-sitting, parking her pussy right on Jason's remarkable chin. She and I exchanged a very sloppy girl-on-girl kiss, letting our spit dribble onto Jason's nearly hairless chest. Then I watched with growing excitement as Melinda lapped at his balls while Sarah gave him a teenage hand job to die for.

Jesus, was I the only girl there who felt like she was on fire? No, of course not. Nikki's aunt, who had a spectacular, yoga-fit body, was standing nearby openly fingering the slit of her very aroused cunt. The chick was getting her groove on just from watching the proceedings, but when she noticed how swollen and dripping wet I was a broad smile spread across her face and she guided my hips down while Sarah aimed Jason's bulbous cockhead at my lubricated opening.

I knew how quickly these young guns could fire off their loads, but I wanted to be the first to get his dick wet. Besides, I could always get myself off later with one of Jason's dreamy guy friends, who didn't look like they'd need any coaxing to get their cocks drained.

As Jason's cock slid easily into me I gasped, nearly swooning with pleasure. Nikki, who was facing me while she rode his tongue to an orgasm, reached out to pinch my nipples and told me how hot this whole thing was.

I didn't need any convincing. I worked Jason's cock in and out of my pussy, bending low so that I could put my pretty pink asshole on display. Guys were grouping behind me now, snapping pictures, some even shooting videos. This only served to inflame me more.

Then someone rudely parted the crowd and things got quiet. Whoever this someone was thrust his palm in my face and told me to spit in it. Half delirious with lust, I glanced up to see who it was.

"Principal Dawkins?"

"Don't come yet, Cindy," he said. He was wearing stylish Ray Bans and a pale-blue dress shirt, but was otherwise naked below the waist. "Have you ever done anal, sweetheart?" he asked me. " There's no better way to celebrate National Nude Day than with a stiffy up your bunghole."

I swallowed hard. I was nearly breathless with both trepidation and desire. "Does this mean that we're not in any trouble?"

He gave me a lecherous grin. "As you go forward in life, young lady, always remember rule number one. When you make the boss happy, then everyone's happy."

Something about his tone and his easy manner made me relax completely. I had no more misgivings. Feeling my passion suddenly shift into overdrive, I hawked up a stringy gob of saliva into his hand. "Well," I said as he bent to swirl his tongue around an excited nipple, "aren't you going to fuck me, Principal Dawkins?"

He climbed up on the table and got behind me. I sank down of Jason's cock and elevated my ass, letting our principal's eyes feast on my cock-hungry sex and my unspoiled teen asshole. Naturally, he couldn't resist. I felt his spit-slathered member starting to probe my narrow aperture. Then Jason suddenly groaned and shuddered beneath me, and I could feel the splash of his warm, syrupy semen flooding the walls of my pussy.

This started a chain reaction of unbridled sexual abandon. Nikki shivered, gave a sharp cry, then bathed Jason's lips and tongue with the juices from her very wet climax. Watching this debauchery unfold, poor, sexed-up Melinda started deep-Frenching Jason immediately, hoping to get him hard again. My heart raced faster knowing that she was tasting Nikki's cum on her tongue.

I couldn't tell where my other girlfriends had gone, but peering straight ahead through the re-energized crowd I could see Sarah pressed up against another table, her firm, round ass jutting out invitingly as Brice, one of the guys in my fantasies, took her from behind.

Jason's jizz was leaking out of me and dripping onto the table where people normally ate their sloppy joes. Principal Dawkins, meanwhile, had eased his slender cock all the way inside my ever-widening asshole, and had settled into a rhythmically lascivious fucking. The sensation was incredible, and gave me such a decadent rush that I came hard and sloppy around Jason's withering cock, which was still nestled inside me.

By then the graduates-to-be were in a frenzy, nearly out of control. The security guy kept pushing them back with his baton. The janitors used their push brooms to ward off the surging throng. Then Sarah walked up wearing a faraway smile of satisfaction and a mustache of gluey sperm.

"I let him come in my mouth," she giggled, pointing to Brice, who was busy zipping up. "I'm too young to get preggers. Ooh, what have we here?"

Jason was sitting up now, still reeling from his climax, thanking the God of Pussy for dropping this harem of hard-bodied schoolgirls into his lap. Melinda, who had been deep-throating his tongue, now seized the opportunity to glom onto his sticky cock and was trying valiantly to revive it with a lewd tonguing of his shaft and balls. His eyes were glassy with lust when he looked at me.

"Now it's my turn," he said.

I knew at once what he wanted. I spread my knees as far as they could go without spilling them off the table's edge, and while Principal Dawkins continued to plunge his cock into my bowels, Jason crawled under me like a mechanic and ate out my shaven pussy like a starving man at a banquet. Christ, I felt like I was drowning in a pool of depravity, so I couldn't tell you how many orgasms I had. But judging by Jason's sopping wet face I must have had plenty.

The best one was the last one, when Principal Dawkins snarled like a jungle cat and uncoiled a rope of goopy sperm into my gaping sphincter. Jesus, I'd just been double-teamed by the school's head honcho and its star athlete! What lucky girl wouldn't consider that an embarrassment of riches?

Later, when I got home tired and sore but with plans to masturbate myself to sleep, my mother asked me if I had enjoyed my day. I couldn't answer her. The sight of her left me speechless. Because, standing at the kitchen sink, she was totally naked! And so was Daddy, who was sitting at the table holding a bottle of beer.

"Hey, kiddo," he said. "It's National Nude Day. Get with the program. But first go clean your room."

End