4 comments/ 51152 views/ 3 favorites Taken By Surprise! By: English Lady She was not the type to do this and neither he had assured her, was he. They met over lunch. He could find nowhere else to sit in the busy café but at her table. They had made polite small talk and suddenly found themselves laughing and giggling like old pals. "So where are you staying?" He asked her in that heart-melting accent of his. "Oh just at the local hotel." She stammered back very much aware of her clear English accent in contrast to his soft lilting American one. He continued to chat, telling her about all the tourist hotspots of his home town and the places she should avoid. "I could really do with a tour guide" She sighed "I feel very overwhelmed in this country. Everything is so big and so busy and so....American!" She giggled nervously as He smiled broadly, offering his services as a tour guide for her as long as she would be staying. She heard her voice gladly accepting his offer and was stunned by her own forwardness and possible stupidity. She had heard all the stories and had listened to the lecture on safety from her friends and family. She had still left for America on her own. She was out to test herself as a single. She wanted to forget her past and to kick-start her future. She didn't plan on making friends, least of all friends of the opposite sex but this man made her feel so comfortable and so safe she couldn't possibly believe there was a bad bone in his attractive body. They spent a busy day touring around this big Southern city. Max proved to be a fantastic guide. He knew lots about his home town and had a wonderful way of telling stories and relaying facts that made Vicky's mouth curl up into a smile frequently. Something her mouth had not been inclined to do in a long, long time. Darren had stolen all her smiles and left her a miserable husk whilst he moved on to pastures new with a silicone boob job and fake bleached hair to boot. Vicky had been left high and dry and forced to move back in with her parents whilst she reassessed her life. She couldn't believe the difference in her from the quiet, timid thing she had been in that abusive relationship with Darren to the Vicky she was being now with this tall, lean American stranger. She couldn't believe how much he put her at ease. His easy smile which enveloped her with its warm, the cheeky sparkle in his clear blue eyes and the occasional touch from his warm hands all came together to make her tummy tumble over and over in excitement and her skin to prickle in delight. Soon she found the day coming to a close and she began to really wish that time would stop. She wanted to stay in his company forever. That realisation dropped into the pit of her stomach and fizzed up making her feel kind of queasy and light headed at the same time. Vicky realised she had feelings for this all American man already. She always saw her self as a common sense sort. This sort of experience was very new to her. Her heart and her body were responding to this man and her brain was letting the rest of her get on with it. She put it down to holiday giddiness and lack of physical contact for months on end. "I know this is forward and I won't be offended if you say no..." Max's voice pushed into her thoughts and her eyes looked up into his deep blue ones and watched him nervously play with his hair "...but would you like to come back to mine for dinner?" She let go off the breath she had not been aware she was holding in and she did something bold and brash and totally unlike her old self. The new improved Vicky said "Yes please. That would be lovely!" So that is how she found herself in a strange house, in a strange country with a strange man whom she felt she had known all her life. Wonderfully stomach growlingly good smells were floating from the kitchen to her nostrils. She did not believe she had felt this hungry for a long time and she licked her lips as he walked in carrying two plates covered in tasty looking pasta and sauce. "Mmmmmmmmm" She moaned as she took the first bite "this is delicious!" She felt a little pang of excitement as she saw the light pink haze spread over his cheeks "Why thank you. I do my best. I am glad you find it satisfying." "Very much so! You are the first man to satisfy me this way you know?" She giggled, coyly nibbling on her lip "Oh really?" His grin widened "I wonder if my satisfying you will be a theme that continues through this evening." "I guess that depends on what is for dessert!" I purr. "Something very satisfying I can assure you." His hand reached out and touched hers gently for a moment leaving a warm imprint on her skin. The same light flirting continued through the whole meal. Gentle touches and meaningful glances were shared may times over by the two would be lovers. As dinner came to a close Max took Vicky into the living room of his home and sat next to her upon the sofa. Right next to her, so close that their thighs brushed lightly against one another and Vicky could smell Max's heavily masculine scent. Vicky felt elated and giddy and a whole host of other positive emotions that had been locked away inside her for so very long. They began to make light conversation, sharing things about their childhood, their dreams and their jobs. Slowly they turn more to face each other. His hand soon took up a permanent possession on her right knee making her feel safe and dangerous all at the same time. It seemed natural to follow him when he offered her a tour of his house. She wanted to know more about him and he was passionate about his home. She wanted to see more of him talking animatedly and wanted to keep catching him sneaking glances at her curvaceous body. Curvaceous body? That thought just showed her how much her thinking was changing. Up until that moment she'd been thinking of herself as fat and frumpy. Now she was feeling natural, sexy and curvaceous! Whatever it was that Max had it was good stuff indeed! She didn't even think twice when they paused in his bedroom to discuss a particularly vibrant picture he had on the wall of a beautiful voluptuous stylised woman. "It gives me a "lift" every morning" He chuckled deep in his throat. "The female form is so pleasing on the eye and other parts of my anatomy." She giggled shyly, her cheeks blushing red as her hand accidentally brushed against his sending a rush of excitement through her body. She glanced swiftly to the side and noticed the lovely lift around the crotch area of Max and gasped "Oh Max" She giggled huskily "I see you are enjoying that picture right now!" She pointedly looked to his crotch and then up into his eyes. "That is you sweetheart, not the painting. You are beautiful." She could see he was sincere in his words and it made her feel like crying with the intensity of it all. Slowly she sank to her knees. Between his thighs she looks up into his lust filled eyes as her fingers busied themselves freeing the "lift" from its confines. She felt wicked, erotic and a little bit scared. She looked up at Max and he was smiling at her. That smile gave her the little bit of reassurance and lustful zing she needed to go through with her planned action. Gently she tugged on the zip of his fly and pop! She let out a gasp as she saw him for the first time. Tall, proud and stout he stood straining uncomfortably red and vein covered, eager for release. Her eyes drew level with his again. She fixed her gaze on his eyes as she inched her lips closer and closer to their goal. The first touch of her lips against him made his hips buck in pleasure. Her lithe tongue licked up and tickled the tip of him, tasted the juices there then trailed back down the shaft to the very root. Up and down. Up and down. Up and down. Her eyes never left his. She watched every jolt of passion and every wave of pleasure through the windows of his soul. She winked and then her gaze dropped to her task. Her lips now pressed against the crown of Max's hard pulsating "lift" and slowly they slipped around its girth. Slowly, ever so slowly slipped down over the head and flowed down the shaft. Down and down until she needed to retreat. Slowly up up up her lips moved higher then planted a kiss on the tight lipped smile of his manhood. Urged on by his moans she plunged her lips over him and swallowed him down quickly; her lips taking in a large percentage of his throbbing flesh before leisurely withdrawing whilst letting her tongue lazily lick lashes along its length on her way back up. "Oh you tease!" Max groaned as her lips drop down over his hardened cock once and again "You drive me wild with..." He broke off with a strangled moan of pleasure "...lust!" Max pulled her long curls and dragged her face away from his crotch. He stood up still with her hair gripped in his hand she followed him and ended up stood so close that when they turned their lips met in a clash of passion and lust. Soft lip against soft lip, tongues probed and teeth nibbled the kiss deepened. Hands began to roam and soon Vicky felt the zip on her dress being eased down then eased off her shoulders. As she explored his strong masculine mouth with her own she felt the satiny material of her dress shimmering down her body and legs, where it pooled at her feet. His large masculine hands burned into the flesh on her arms then ran down her back and cupped at her buttocks through the satiny sheen of her panties. Eagerly she ran her fingers down his front and plucked at the tiny pearl buttons there and gently she pushed his top off his shoulders. Continuing her quest to de-clothe her lustful lover she popped the button on his trousers and lets them fall away to his feet. Finally their lips parted and they looked deep into one another's eyes. Locked in that gaze an agreement passed between them. Slowly Max slipped his boxers down over his thighs and kicked them off, then pulled clear his shoes and socks so he was stood naked before her. Vicky watched with obvious voyeuristic pleasure before unclipping her lilac satin bra and then scootching the matching lilac panties down over her buttocks. For a moment they stood a matter of inches apart looking each other up and down. Breathing became more ragged and secret body parts oozed more erotic bodily fluids. With an easy stride Max laid a hand on Vicky's shoulder and pulled her close. Held tightly in his embrace her hands snaked around his body and gently stroked up and down his back. Her breasts felt heavy as they were squashed against his hard chest. She felt his hardness bumping at the curve of her tummy and she longed to feel it bumping inside her hot aching pussy. Gently he pushed her back until her knees buckled as they hit the end of the bed. Giggling they fell in a heap, Max nestled between her thighs, his cock bumping at the entrance of her centre of pleasure. Vicky pulled herself higher on the bed and found to her pleasure that soon his face was directly lined up with her pussy. She looked down on him as he gazed upon her womanly folds and gasped in surprise as she saw and felt his tongue lapping out and running up between her lips to her clit. Gently he repeated this action. Over and over his tongue ran the same path till suddenly his lips fixed around the hardened bud and sucked greedily upon it. Vicky convulsed on the bed in a frenzy of sheer lust and sexual wanting. Soon she felt so close, dangling by a thread over the precipice of orgasm and just at that point Max pulled away from her. But even before the cry of frustration was completely out from between her lips he was face to face with her again and buried cock deep inside her filling her with even more lustful pleasure. "Oh Max!" She crooned as he filled her. Her pussy clenched and spasmed around his girth, making her writhe and moan from the sweet sensations emanating from deep within her. She looked up into his face and saw his eyes closed in rapturous delight, his blond hair drooped forward over his eyes, his mouth slightly open and his lips shimmered with her love juices. Without thought her hand reached up to cup his cheek, a finger gently stroked out and touched his wayward lock. His eyes fluttered open and he pierced through to her very soul with his sparkling blue eyes. A connection was made between them then as their gazes locked. Looking each other in the dilated pupils they communicated their lusts, their wants and their needs and their hips rose and sank in rhythm with this lust. Her eyes closed she lost herself in the feel of him deep deep inside her. She concentrated on the sweet friction built up between her and him, the glorious tug and shove of his cock inside her made her squeal and then purr in delight. Higher and higher she climbed as his midriff rubbed against her clit. With each thrust she felt herself pushed closer and closer to the edge "Max...oh Max" She purred her mind almost blank with lust her mouth spilled out words as if they are being forced out by the hammering action of his cock inside her "Oh Max...I'm going to....I'm so close Max...!" His thrusts increased in power and frequency and took her over the edge and deep into orgasmic oblivion. She screamed and moaned and was only just aware of Max's own growls of pleasure and the way he stiffened on top of her holding his cock deep inside her as it pumped out its orgasmic load. She gripped onto him as he gently pulled away and fell to her side. His arms wrapped around her and she cuddled into him, his arms closed around her, pulling her in close. They lay panting in one another's arms enjoying the post-orgasmic aura of happiness. Vicky could not believe what had happened. A sexual beast had taken her over and she had enjoyed the most satisfying sex act of her entire life. She felt so good at that point but there was a worry in the pit of her stomach that she had made a mistake. "Wow." Max whispered in her ear "That was amazing." "Uh huh" she agreed not wanting to say too much, afraid all her feelings would gush out and carry Max away in their flow. Seeing his face cloud over she quickly added "So very, very amazing....I'm nigh on speechless love!" His eyes sparkled and a slow smile extended over his face. "I want you to know you're special." He added leaning over her to look down into her eyes "I did not mean for this to happen but I am so glad it did. I am not a man given to such excesses but I could not help myself with you my sweet English Rose. I want to cherish you, hold you and care for you. I know I am going on and on and I hope I am not scaring you but I need you to know how deep I feel and how much that is freaking me out right now." Wordlessly she leaned up from her pillow and softly kissed him. Hoping to convey how much she agreed with him, how frightened and excited she was herself and how glad she was to have met him. Later she told him all this in words but right at that moment she showed him with her kiss and her caress. This she knew was just the start and she looked forward to seeing this craziness through to its very end. "Taken" by Surprise Edited by stillatit I am a very successful, 45 year old woman, with a great career as a middle manger in local government. I am in the newspaper a couple times per month for something involved with the city i.e.; new mall being constructed, a new wing being added to the school, or something along those lines. I am very recognizable because of my exposure to the Press. The above sets up the chain of events that I am about to tell you. I am married to a great man, BUT I do have a "fuck buddy / boy toy." I go down to the lake everyday and eat my lunch. It is very secluded with a lot of nooks and crannies in the woods for privacy. It is very beautiful and peaceful looking out over the lake. About once or twice a month my sexual playmate joins me at the lake for lunch, and I give him a blowjob. We only get to fuck when we go to work related conventions or seminars, as I can't risk being caught having an affair, as it would end my career and probably my marriage. I always blow him from the same position while at the lake. I open the driver's door all the way, and he steps in toward me. I turn sideways in the driver's seat, and this puts me at the perfect height to give him a blowjob. Also this does not expose me fully, should we get interrupted, but in the 3 years that I have been doing this we have never been interrupted. I was sitting in my car one sunny day enjoying my lunch alone, and watching the sailboats out on the lake. Out of nowhere a man came up to my driver's door, and reached thru the window and grabbed my car keys out of the ignition. I smacked his arm and hollered "what the fuck are you doing?" He told me to be quiet, and that he had something to show me. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a picture and said look at this. It was a picture of me with a cock in my mouth. He had a picture of me sucking my boy toys cock. I asked him what he wanted me to say. He said you can't say nothing, because the proof is in the picture. He said he had a few more of the same, but both me and my partner where wearing different clothes, so people would know that this happened more than once. I asked him what he wanted, assuming he was going to blackmail me and demand money. My heart was racing out of my chest, if these pictures got out I would be finished in this town. He said he didn't want money, he wanted a blowjob. I told him NO Fucking Way was I going to give him a blowjob! He said he would have no choice but to take the photos to the local press. I pleaded no don't do that!! He said then suck my cock! He opened the door of the car and pulled me so I was facing outward, just like when I was blowing my friend. My heart started racing even more; I could feel it pounding in the veins in my throat. He pulled his shorts down and exposed his half hard cock. He asked if I was gonna suck it? I couldn't get the strength to say anything. He then took his cock and pressed it against my lips. I did not open my mouth. He then grabbed my hair and pulled my head toward his cock. When I went to say NO, he slid his cock in my mouth. He started fucking my face because I would not suck it. I felt his cock grow harder and harder in my mouth. He slowly eased up on the pressure on the back of my head, that's when I realized that I had started going down on him without his help. I was willingly blowing this guy and my emotions were bouncing wildly around in my head. I felt anger, shame, fear, disgust and excitement all at the same time! I could taste the pre cum, coming out of his rock hard cock. I knew he would be cumming shortly. He started to rock his hips back and forth fucking my face as I went down on him. He was in perfect rhythm with me, as if we had done this before. He started to moan and groan, and then his cock erupted, shooting his hot load into my mouth. It seemed like he shot about a cup of his cum into my mouth, as I was struggling to swallow. When he finished he didn't say a word, just grabbed my arm and drug me out of the car. He was walking fast and I was having a hard time keeping on my feet. I pleaded with him to let me go, I gave you what you wanted I whimpered. He said don't worry I am not going to hurt you, just follow me. He drug me back this path in the woods to a small opening. He turned me around and told me to look at my car. I had a perfect view of my car parked by the lake. He said this is where he took the pictures from. With a zoom lens he was able to take pictures of me sucking my fuck buddy off. There was a blanket spread on the ground, he pushed me onto the blanket firmly, but gentle at the same time. He laid me on my back, and slowly reached up under my dress and ripped my stockings off me. He took a piece of stocking and tied it around my wrists. Then he pulled my arms above my head and tied the stockings to a tree. I pleaded with him to not do this, but he never responded to my pleas. I was sure he was going to kill me, as he did not make any attempt to hide his identity. He was a regular built guy, probably mid thirties with good abs but nothing extraordinary. Dark hair and dark eyes. He stripped down naked and stood over me like a statue. He told me I was very sexy, and that the blowjob that I gave him was the best he had ever had. He dropped down to his knees and tried to spread my legs. I pleaded no, and tried to keep my legs closed but he just pushed them apart. I closed my eyes and just hoped this would not hurt, and it would be over soon. He pushed my legs farther apart and ripped my thong off. He climbed on top of me and positioned his cock at my pussy and he thrust hard. His cock slid into my pussy with no effort at all. His cock only felt half hard. He said damn girl you are wet and ready! I thought for a minute, and then realized that he was right. My pussy was dripping wet, and I didn't realize it, with my emotions going everywhere, I never expected that my pussy would be lubed up and inviting. He slowly ran his cock in and out of my pussy, his cock getting harder with every thrust. I found myself relaxing my legs to allow him easier access to my pussy. He was pumping me pretty hard when I felt myself starting to have an orgasm. I didn't want to believe it. This guy was taking my pussy, and I was enjoying it! I fought it for a few minutes, but his steady thrusting, and my dripping wet pussy sounds was more than I could handle. I could feel my insides begin to pulsate, my hips started to rock with every thrust he was throwing me. I began to moan in ecstasy. He began to fuck me harder and faster. I felt him tense up his body and he shot his hot load into my hungry pussy. I let out a moan, as I was cumming myself. He slowly eased his body down on top of me. He whispered in my ear, "that was great." I didn't say anything, but I had to agree. That was the most intense orgasm I had ever had. And I've had quite a few in my life. His cock slowly went limp inside me and eased out of my dripping, fulfilled pussy. He stood and began cleaning himself with some towels that he had at the edge of the blanket. He then got dressed and untied me. He handed me a towel to wipe the juices off the inside of my leg. When I was finished, he grabbed my hand and took me back to my car, my legs rubbery from the fucking I just got. He told me to get in the car, he handed me a memory card and said the pictures are on that card. He gave me my keys back and said he still has the hard copies of the pictures, "just in case I need them." He turned and ran back the trail in the woods. I started the car and drove home as fast as I could. My mind racing, I had just been taken by a total stranger, but I felt exhilarated! I jumped in the shower as quick as I could. I had sticks and leaves stuck on my ass, my hair was a mess and my pussy was still dripping. Thank goodness my husband was at a meeting all day and not home to see this. I never told anyone about this. And I didn't go to the lake for the next month. I then thought enough time had passed and began my rendezvous with my fuck buddy again. I then started going there by myself again. My mind wondering, if he would be there. It may sound odd but I wouldn't mind being taken again! Every time I think of the events of that day I get horny. My husband and my boy toy benefit every time my mind wanders to that day. If they only knew what made me horny and if I only knew who the mystery man was! Taken by Surprise LAURA Laura and Sarah been friends through their childhood and stayed close throughout their formative years, even after each of them had married. Night outs like this had been a regular occurrence when they were single, although nowadays they invariably went out as a foursome with their husbands. But with Jake and Rob away overnight at some poker tournament or another, they were intent on turning the clock back and making the most of the evening. But so far it had been a frustrating night. As she often did when she'd had too much to drink, Sarah had insisted that the first two nightclubs they'd visited weren't lively enough. She knew 'just the place,' she'd said. Laura had gone along with it, of course. She always had. Sarah had always been the leader and she was the follower. But as they'd made their way towards to her favoured option, they turned a corner and found a line stretching down the side street. "I told you," Laura complained as her friend insistently dragged her towards the club entrance. "We've got no chance of getting inside." "Of course we have," Sarah laughed, pushing her blonde hair over her right shoulder. "Have you ever known me fail yet?" It was true. Once Sarah set her mind to something, she usually got what she wanted. She always had. And with both of them the worse for wear after drinking too much already this evening, she was even more determined than ever. Grabbing Laura's hand, she walked them straight up to the bouncer at the head of the queue. Laura felt her body shiver as the bull-necked guy gave them the once over. Okay, Sarah's skimpy dress showed off as much flesh as it covered—and she had a fabulously curvy body—but it was unlikely to impress this guy. He would have seen hundreds of women like her, like them, every night of the week. "You on the list, ladies?" Sarah's response surprised even Laura. Ignoring the question, she turned sideways towards her and curled her hand around her neck. In an instant, her glossy red lips were locked on her mouth. Despite the immediate shock, Laura caught on to the plan immediately and even opened her mouth to let her friend's insistent tongue inside. "I'm sure we're on the list," Sarah eventually said, grinning at Laura's blushing face as she pulled away before swinging back to face the bouncer. "Whaddaya think?" He smiled broadly as he reached forward to remove the velvet rope. "I guess that'll do it," he murmured as he nodded towards the entrance "You're in. Have a great time and don't forget to come and find me again before you leave. I know of a great party afterwards." "Sure will," Sarah giggled, blowing him a kiss before taking Laura's hand and heading towards the door. "What the hell were you doing?" Laura rasped out of the side of her mouth as they headed towards the club. "You wanted to get in, didn't you?" Sarah responded, with a hearty laugh. "Besides, I always thought you'd be a great kisser." "Yeah, right—" the brunette started to answer, but then cut off as they entered the club and the heavy beat of the music began to thump around their ears. It was dark inside and despite the flickering strobe lights it took their eyes a few moments to adjust. But Sarah's self-satisfied smile told Laura that the choice of location had been a good one. The speakers beside the dance floor vibrated with full on bass as smoke billowed from the machines above them. She led the way as usual, pulling Laura's with her as they headed toward the main room and the bar. They'd had so much to drink tonight that a few more couldn't do much more damage. Laura tugged her to a halt as she nodded in the direction of the dimly lit small side rooms. That was interesting. Each secluded dark outlet had a few couches and chairs, and it was just about possible to tell that most were occupied as couples engaged in feverish make-out sessions. "Looks like fun," Sarah shouted at her, a broad grin splitting her face. "How about we find a guy each and try them out later?" They both laughed as they made the rest of their way to the bar. The last thing either of them would be doing was getting off tonight. Tease a few guys maybe, but Laura would never contemplate being unfaithful to their husband and neither would her friend. SARAH They stayed at the bar for a while. Why not? It was fun to tease all these guys. They had almost queued up to buy the two women one drink after another, but when they moved in for the kill Sarah discouraged any further advances by nuzzling into Laura's neck. "She's my date tonight, big boy," she told them. The action left Laura red-faced, but the guys soon got the idea. Actually, it was fun to tease Laura, too. Her brunette friend seemed worried she might take it too far and kiss her again. That wasn't a bad idea. She hadn't expected Laura to let her French kiss her infront of the bouncer and who knows what might happen as the night progressed? "You've had too much to drink," Laura suddenly told her, after they'd fended off another approach. "Listen to Miss Goody Two Shoes," Sarah responded, laughing out loud. "You're slurring your words. I might be a lil intoxicated but at least I'm not drunk." "I'm not drunk," Laura protested, and then held a hand to her head. "Am I?" Both women laughed out loud this time. "Who cares?" Sarah told her, taking her arm. "How often do we get the chance to let our hair down like this? C'mon, let's dance." She took the lead as soon as they were on the main floor, putting on the same sort of provocative show she enjoyed even when they were dancing with their husbands. As usual, Laura held back a little, but Sarah knew that she would quickly get in the mood. Her inebriated state would see to that. They were gradually encircled by other dancers, mainly women, all losing themselves in the music and atmosphere. Two in particular caught Sarah's eye. At first they were moving together, shamelessly bumping and grinding their bodies against each other, but then they separated so that they could dance with the two friends. The Nordic-looking young woman subtly matched Laura's moves while the Latin American beauty began to gyrate infront of Sarah. The girl was a real looker and her thick, wavy black hair provided quite a contrast to her friend's long blonde hair. It also seemed to define her personality—wild and uninhibited?—with those burgundy pouty lips and heavy eye makeup giving her the appearance of a sexual predator. Sarah's gaze flickered across her body. She didn't try to disguise her interest, why not let her know she was looking? The flowery top barely contained her full breasts—from the way they bounced, she was clearly braless—and ended just above her navel. Some kind of tattoo encircled the gold loops in her belly button and her short black leather skirt displayed the most fabulously toned shapely legs. When her gaze returned to the girl's face, she was smiling at her. She moved closer, curling both hands around Sarah's neck as they danced, their bodies sensually brushing against each other. "What's your name, baby?" the dark-haired beauty asked. She smelled of Scotch and peppermint. "I have to know who's making my nipples so hard." "Sarah." The dark sinned woman nodded. "I'm Carmella. Wanna fuck?" Sarah felt a surge of electricity find its way to her pussy, but she wasn't going to succumb that easily. "Dunno," she shrugged, attempting to appear as nonchalant as she could. "I haven't decided yet." She glanced out of the corner of her eyes to see if Laura was watching them, but her friend seemed to have her hands full with her new blonde companion. She chuckled to herself. Pretty little Laura with another woman—no, that wasn't going to happen in a million years. As for her, she hadn't been with another woman since she'd married. It looked as if tonight would be the opportunity to put that right... "Oh, I think you have," Carmella murmured, sexily breathing the words into Sarah's face. Her hand slid around to the rear of Sarah's dress, sneaking under the hem and clutching her ass cheek as she drew their crotches against one another. Sarah's eyes widened in shock even before the young woman began to grind against her. "That's right," the Latin American beauty murmured. "I'm not just your average woman..." She took Sarah's hand and pulled it under her leather skirt, placing it on her cock. She was semi-erect. "Now I ask again, baby," she whispered, biting down on Sarah's earlobe. "Wanna fuck?" LAURA Laura couldn't help but stare at her new dancing companion. The shiny black lycra cat-suit hugged her figure like a second skin, and the zippered top that squeezed her full breasts together emphasised a body that could have been straight out of Playboy. Then there were the thigh-high black leather boots, tied all the way up and accentuated her tight, round ass. She couldn't have been wearing a stitch underneath that suit, could she? "You move very well," she said to Laura, throwing back her long blonde hair. "Thanks," Laura simply responded. Why did she always feel bashful at times like this? It didn't help when the blonde woman's eyes worked their way across her body. "We've been watching the two of you tease the guys tonight," she said, her swaying body matching Laura's moves. "You're together?" Laura felt a blush touch her cheeks and quickly held up her hand to show off her wedding ring. "Who, me and Sarah?" she hurriedly garbled. "No, we're just close friends. I'm married. We're both married." The blonde smiled at her as she swayed more sensually to the heavy beat. She definitely knew how to use that Playboy body of hers. "Carmella likes Sarah. Look at her. She looks like the cat that's got the cream. Wait 'til your friend finds out how special she is. It'll blow her mind..." Laura glanced across at the room, just as the sensual Latin American girl moved closer to Sarah and curled both hands around her neck as they danced. It was as if she was sending out a message that she was her property now. Laura felt a curious pang of jealousy and waited for Sarah to dance away, but instead she seemed to be leaning in closer. Maybe she was teasing her, just like she'd done with the guys earlier? "And I like you," the blonde continued. "So that's okay, yeah?" Laura didn't know what to answer. Maybe if she hadn't had so much to drink, her head would be clearer. The blonde's mouth was open as she watched her, and when her tongue swept across her full lips, Laura noticed the gold tongue stud. "I'm Gretchen," the blonde suddenly murmured. She dropped her hands onto Laura's hips as she spoke, pulling her closer so that their bodies melded together. "You?" she asked. "Laura," she managed to answer. "I'm Laura." The luscious lips hovered by her ear as their bodies moved together. "Have you ever been with a woman, Laura?" She shook her head, partly to answer the question but also to try and clear away some of the fuzziness. She was always like this when she'd had too much to drink, fuzzy and horny. Was that why her nipples ached? "I'm straight," she added, suddenly feeling the need to make her situation clear. She didn't want to lead anyone on, least of all this stunning blonde. What was her name again—Gretchen? But then the woman's warm, wet tongue was softly licking at her ear. "Straight? Are you sure?" Her hands had left Laura's hips and moved up to her hair, massaging the back of her head. Laura could feel her long nails scraping at her scalp. "I think so," she answered, trying to think straight. She was, wasn't she? Okay, there'd been a little experimenting when she was younger, but that didn't really count. But it wasn't that easy to clear her mind. For one thing, Gretchen smelled good—some kind of spicy perfume. And for another, that never-still tongue was still working on her ear. "Why don't we go sit somewhere and get to know each other better?" the blonde persuasively asked. "I can't," Laura protested, without knowing why. The idea felt distinctly appealing. "I'm here with Sarah..." "Neither of us needs to worry about her," Gretchen reassured her, cupping her hand under Laura's chin. She turned her head so that she could see the two women dancing together. They were staring into each other's eyes as they slowly ground their bodies against one another to the beat of the music. Then Carmella was taking Sarah's hand and leading her away. "They look like they're going to get a drink," Gretchen told her. "C'mon, baby. They'll come and find us when they're ready." --- The wooziness in Laura's head changed into a warm sexual haze as Gretchen led her towards a secluded alcove at the back of the bar area. She obediently followed a couple of steps behind, hypnotised by the girl's near perfect ass in that shiny black lycra cat-suit. Like the other side rooms, the area was dark and intimate, and it was only just possible to make out the several plush leather club chairs and couches scattered around the room. All seemed to be occupied apart from one chair to the left and Gretchen found it instantly, holding Laura's hand as she sat down and then tugging her down onto her lap. "Nice and intimate," she whispered, curling one arm around Laura's waist and pulling her closer. "What d'ya think?" Laura blinked several times as she glanced around. It was practically impossible to make out features but there wasn't any doubt that people were coupled in various embraces. The air was punctuated with different sounds—kissing, heavy breathing and what definitely sounded like moans of sexual pleasure. The feel of Gretchen's hot breath on the side of her cheek only added to the seductive atmosphere and she tried to comprehend how she'd come to be in this situation. Everything had happened so quickly! And now Gretchen's long nails were softly scraping along the skin of her thigh... The decision she had to make was easy. Excuse herself, go find Sarah and make their way home. She was married, after all. But that tongue was at work again, lapping all around her earlobe before occasionally dipping inside. Each lick sent a delicious message all the way down to her sex. Suddenly the decision was more difficult. Should she go further? Could she? Some kissing and light petting wasn't exactly being unfaithful, was it? "So, you've never been with a woman," Gretchen whispered. "I guess that means I'll be your first, yes?" "Yes ... No ... I mean—" Dammit, what exactly what it she wanted to say? She turned her head to meet Gretchen's powerful gaze, only to find the blond woman's full lips waiting for her. When they closed on her own, she didn't object, not even when the gold studded tongue slipped inside her mouth. It was the most erotic kiss she'd ever experienced... Better than any man's... And it didn't stop... One of Gretchen's hands slid up into her hair, wrapping strand after stand around her fingers. Their faces tilted, moved from side to side as the kiss increased its passion and depth. Saliva began to drip from their lips and still it went on and on. Laura tensed when the blonde's free hand slid along the inside of her thigh, down between her legs. Then the probing fingers had found her sex through her thong. Oh God. She was so wet. "Relax," Carmella whispered in her mouth. Yes, relax! This felt so good. Forget that she was married; all that mattered was the here and now. The whole of her body was on fire and even her light headedness felt good. Just go with the flow. She shamelessly widened her legs to give the woman better access as Gretchen's fingers sneaked insistently underneath the skimpy material of her thong. They danced along her labia, probing, before the sexy woman stiffened and eased two of them inside her. Laura's senses went into overload. Gretchen's tongue was lapping at her neck now—that cool tongue stud felt so sexy—as the woman began to finger-fuck her, slow and easy. Was that her heated groans and gasps that suddenly filled the air? The people around them must have been able to hear, but right now she didn't care. God, she was close... The fingers began to pump faster. "Are you going to cum for me," Gretchen's voice whispered in her ear. She nodded and bit down on her lower lip. It was impossible to speak. Her heart was beating so fast she thought it might explode. When Gretchen lightly strummed her clit with her thumb and curled her wonderful fingers inside her, it all became too much. Despite their surroundings, she screamed like a banshee as her orgasm burst. SARAH They were in the cubicle at the far end of the restrooms. Sarah stood facing the wall, feet apart and her panties around her ankles. Carmella was crouched behind her, pumping her thick shaft in and out of the moaning woman's wet sex. "I see you like Carmella's girldick," she teased. Her voice was thick with arousal. "We'll have to do this again..." There were other people in the restrooms, but Sarah couldn't have cared less. Someone had knocked on the cubicle door a couple of times, accompanied by giggles, but Carmella had just told them to fuck off and continued pounding her without breaking stride. Sarah pushed her palms flat on the wall infront of her, grateful for the support to hold her up as Carmella captured a few strands of her damp blonde hair and yanked her head back as she thrust harder. She whimpered as she pumped backwards, trying to match each thrust. Her whole body was still overheating at the discovery that Carmella was actually a transsexual. She was beautiful, she had great tits, and she had a cock. Who needed a man? She began to pump back harder, matching each of the Latin American woman's thrusts. Oh fuck. The friction was unbelievable. She was definitely going to have to take the sexy bitch up on her offer of meeting up again—her husband didn't fuck her like this. But the thought was instantly put on the back burner as Carmella's spare hand slid around her body to find her clit as she crouched a little higher behind her, changing angle. When her hips moved faster, pounding her prey even more violently, Sarah cried out as she came again. How many orgasms was that so far? The first had arrived the instant Carmella had stuck her girlcock inside her and it felt like they'd continued unabated ever since. She glanced back over her shoulder, perspiration covering her brow. Carmella slowed her pace as she saw her looking backwards and slid her index finger between Sarah's lips. She gratefully began to suck on it like a cock as Carmella smiled into her dreamy eyes. "That's it," she told Sarah. "Keep looking at me..." She drew backwards—almost in slow motion—until she was almost free ... and then powered forward again. Sarah grunted hard as air was forced out of her lungs. Her eyes briefly closed but she forced them open when Carmella yanked on her hair again. "Look at me," she rasped. She held Sarah's gaze as she drove her hips forwards, sending another bead of perspiration flying across the cubicle. Sarah grunted again. When she gripped her hair tighter, more painfully this time, she gasped out loud. The roughness added to her arousal. But this time it seemed that Carmella was getting there, too. "Oh shit, baby," she groaned. "That feels good. Not long now..." Setting her feet more firmly on the floor, she pumped harder. She began to groan now as she fucked her, throaty groans that were increasing in intensity. She was gritting her teeth, her eyes were narrowing, and then ... her body was tensing. Sarah felt another orgasm rip through her in anticipation. This stunning young transsexual woman was only about cum inside her... --- The journey home in the taxi had started off unusually quiet. Both women were concerned about the other's subdued demeanour, but too guilty about their own situation to ask too many questions. Taken by Surprise At first Laura hadn't been able to meet Sarah's eyes, making the blonde wonder if she knew what had happened between Carmella and her. Had she been to the restrooms when the dark-haired beauty had fucked her so thoroughly in the end cubicle? It was certainly possible. For her part, Laura had convinced herself that Sarah had seen her and Gretchen together, that she was fully aware of what had taken place. Her cheeks were burning with embarrassment. But when, after a while, they'd started to chat normally, both women came to realise that the other remained completely unaware of what had taken place with the other. That's when the confessions had started. Everything felt like a strange blur to Laura. It was difficult to believe she'd allowed Gretchen to so easily seduce her. That wasn't her—she'd been a good girl throughout her life and a faithful wife during her marriage. The alcohol had played a part, yes, but even so... Staring into the blackness outside the taxi, the excitement of her encounter with Carmella was still burning inside Sarah. She loved Rob, but the excitement she'd felt in the early years of their relationship was slowly dying as a result of him working such long hours. Being fucked so thoroughly by Carmella in such a public place had brought her alive again. It had been the single most intensely sexual moment of her life. She snuggled back into the leather seat, glancing at Laura again. When her friend met her gaze, both women giggled like schoolgirls. "I can't believe what you've told me," she said, raising both eyebrows. "Little Laura, not-so-innocent after all." "You can talk," Laura responded, shaking her head in disbelief. At first she'd thought Sarah had been joking, coming up with some made-up story so that she could top her own confession. What she'd told her had been hardly credible after all. It still was unbelievable. But then she'd stared deeply into her friend's eyes. She'd known instantly that she was being truthful. "What are we going to do?" she asked. Sarah pulled back her blonde hair from her forehead, thoughtfully holding it high on her head before answering. "For a start, we don't confess a thing about tonight to either Jake or Rob, right?" Laura gave her a disbelieving look. Did she really think she was going to be stupid enough to mention anything? "Okay, okay," Sarah told her, letting her hair fall down around her face. "I was just making sure." She paused, and for a few moments the silence that had occupied the first part of their journey returned. But when her gaze found her friend's again, Laura saw that a hint of mischievousness had returned. "What?" she asked. Sarah pulled her eyes away and looked out of the window again. "Don't think badly of me, but I've agreed to meet up with Carmella again." Laura just stared at her blankly for a few moments, waiting until Sarah met her eyes again before speaking. "And I'm seeing Gretchen again next Saturday..." * Copyright 2012 by rachalcaron Taken By Surprise Have I ever been raped? You've got to be kidding, right? I mean, I'm a cheerleader. You show me a cheerleader who says she's never been raped and I'll show you a woman who can say "yes" with a hand clasped over her mouth and a cock up her. . . Just stop and look at the field, for crying out loud. On one side you've got nubile young females, chosen for their looks and athletic abilities. And in case you're wondering, nubile means screwable. On the other side you've got this team of football players, chosen for their size, aggressiveness and will to win no matter what. Do you really think they're going to limit their competiveness to the football field? To control these two sides you've got a chaperon for the cheerleaders and a coach for the team. I don't know about other cheerleader squads, but our chaperon was red hot if you were under age. Once you're of age, she reckons it's none of her concern. As for the coach! Let me tell you a little story about our coach. Last year one of the girls fronted up to the coach to lodge a complaint. She said one of the team members had raped her and she wanted to know what the coach was going to do about it. The coach called the guy in and ripped him a new one. "I teach you to win," the coach told him. "I teach you to get out there and do your best and come out on top. And what do you do? You grab one of the cheerleaders and rape her and she comes to my office complaining. Now I expect you to apologise for your performance right away, and after that you take her next door to the massage room. You can use one of the beds there and then you will damn-well rape her until she's satisfied. I don't want her coming back here whining about your performance." You mix people and attitudes like that together and you think the girls aren't going to get raped? With cheerleading, rape is just considered an occupational hazard. Like I said, show me a cheerleader who says she's never been raped and I'll show you a liar. What, me personally? I just said I'm a cheerleader. Of course I've been persuaded to have non-consensual sex. Do I remember these episodes in any way? What do you think, pal? If you had a chunk of man meat jammed up where you don't want it and didn't ask for it, you'd remember it too. You want me to describe one of these incidents? Why? Do you get off on that sort of thing? Ah. As a salutary warning to girls aspiring to be cheerleaders. All right. Let's see, where should I start? I'd have been nineteen the first time I got nailed. Fortunately I wasn't a virgin. It must be a bit rough to get your cherry popped by a rapist. I was introduced to sex very nicely by a boyfriend I'd had for several years. Anyway, the start of the season was coming up and we'd all been training hard. We decided to have a party and we all arranged to meet at the house of one of the team members. He had a big place and we could just sort of spill out around the place, assuming the weather held up. Now a few days before the party some of the girls heard a few rumours of what some of the boys were planning. It seemed that some of the team had decided that the party would be a great time to get more personally acquainted with some of the girls who had been reluctant to meet them, if you get my meaning. I don't know where we got them but we had names of the bad boys and their potential targets. I think just about all the girls were on the list, but at least we'd all know who we had to watch out for. My name was down and Mike, the defensive tackle, was nominated as the guy who'd be trying to get me alone. Some of the girls opted not to go to the party, but most of us were willing to front up. I mean, really, all I had to do was keep one eye on Mike and make sure I wasn't alone with him and I'd be right. So I rocked up at the party and I enjoyed myself. I was between boyfriends at the time so I could flirt with anyone I cared to and I was happy and carefree. I should say, almost carefree. I'd made it my business to spot Mike as soon as I arrived and to keep one eye on where he was. A couple of times he'd approached me but I made sure that we were with others and would then sort of drift away from him again. It was about midnight that things came unstuck. A bunch of us had just been to the loo and I was walking down the hall a bit ahead of the rest. Brendan was in the hall walking towards me. Brendan was the team full-back and he was, to be honest, a walking man-monster. As I passed him he turned, neat as you please, picked me up and stepped into the bedroom we were passing, kicking the door closed behind him. He tossed me onto the bed and stood there, smiling down at me. "Hi, Sharon," he said. "I'm your partner for tonight." I couldn't make sense of this. What about Mike? The boys didn't normally trespass on each other's reserves and if Mike had flagged interest in jumping me then Brendan should have stepped aside. Brendan saw my confusion and the swine just laughed at me. "You're wondering about Mike, aren't you? That little list you girls came across is a fake. We sort of let that leak out so you would lower your guard around the right people. Are we going to do this the easy way or the hard way?" "Guess," I said, and kicked him in the cods. At least, that was my intention. God that man could move fast. He caught my foot and twisted it, forcing me to flip onto my stomach. My dress was pushed up and Brendan just pulled my panties down without so much as a may I. I had no intention of making it easy for him. If he was going to take me he was going to have to work at it. I considered screaming and did let out one yell, but then dropped the idea. The whole place was jumping and no-one was going to hear me squealing from inside some bedroom. Brendan held me pinned to the bed. I'd been trying to hit at him and he'd just grabbed my wrists and held both of them in one of his big hairy paws. He started stroking my bottom, checking it out and trying to dip his hand between my legs. I kept my legs tight together, but that didn't stop him poking around with a finger, just touching my softer areas. After playing with my bum for a few moments he told me to move my legs apart. "In your dreams," I told him. The swine patted my bottom. "This is patting," he told me. "If I don't see your legs starting to ease apart by the time I count to three it will change to spanking until they are apart. And probably a few extra after that for not doing as you're told." I took a two count and then relaxed my legs a little, letting them part slightly. I wasn't getting spanked by that man mountain. He'd probably break my bottom. As it was he gave it a friendly slap (Friendly from his side, that is. It smarted.), told me I was a good girl and to spread them further. I spread them further. It wasn't long before I was squirming under his indelicate touch and protesting. Neither helped. Brendan just kept playing with my pussy, doing everything he could to get me aroused. He squeezed, he massaged, he rubbed me lightly. My lips were eased apart and his fingers dipped inside me, teasing me internally. I shuddered when his fingers brushed against my clitoris. And I was getting wet and excited. I couldn't help it and he knew it, even though I did my best not to react. Brendan eventually let go my wrists and I promptly took the opportunity to roll away from him and try to sit up. And succeeded to my surprise. It turned out that my success was due to Brendan wanting me to take my top off. I repeated my 'in your dreams' line and Brendan just laughed. "You have a limited imagination," he said. "Look at it this way. Your top is coming off. If you take it off it won't be damaged. If I take it off I may tear it. If I tore it I would naturally have to smack your bottom for being a naughty girl and getting your blouse torn. Now, which one of us is going to take it off?" I had to admit he had a sort of crude logic to his reasoning. I liked this blouse and didn't want it damaged, so I took it off and put it aside. "Ah, you've forgotten your bra," Brendan helpfully pointed out, so I took that off as well while giving him my best evil eye. By rights he should have expired on the spot. Brendan then made himself at home with my breasts as well as my pussy. Pushing me back against the bed he played with them. Played, hell. He stroked, fondled, kissed, caressed, tasted, bit, massaged, rubbed and pinched them. At the same time one of his hands was making sure my pussy wasn't forgetting what his touch was like. What really made me mad was that every so often he would deliberately stroke my clitoris, as the spasms that produced always caused me to give a little squeal. You're probably wondering if he'd whipped out his cock so that I'd have a chance to play with it. The answer is no. I think he remembered my attempt to introduce it to my foot at the start and had decided it was wiser not to risk it. Smart move. If I'd got my hands on it I would have tried to pick him up by his testicles and then run away. As it was, all I could do was lie there and writhe on the bed as Brendan slowly aroused me to a state where I might have leapt on a consensual partner, yelled Banzai and skewered myself. Him, I wouldn't give the pleasure. Finally Brendan decided to get down to the real reason he'd grabbed me. Up until now it had all been harmless fun for him and annoying to me. Now he wanted to get the real action going. I had expected him to just lay me flat on my back and ram home, having his fun. Or alternatively, lie me on my stomach, hoick my bum up into the air and set sail. After all, why drag me into a bedroom if you're not going to put the bed to one of its main uses? Brendan, it turned out, had other ideas. He had me get off the bed and took me to the end of it. Then he had me lean forward and place my hands on the bed, leaning on them. With me like that, he started nudging my ankles with his toe, getting me to move my legs further and further apart. Eventually he seemed happy with my position and moved around to where I could see him. The way I was standing, there was just no way I could suddenly straighten up and try to run. If I tried to lift my hands off the bed I'd fall flat on it. And if I tried to shuffle my feet closer together Brendan would notice and stop me. So I was forced to just prop there and look at Brendan. The reason he'd moved to where I could see him became obvious. He was undoing his trousers and wanted to make sure that I got a good look at his equipment before he started using it on me. Now they say that all football players are on steroids to help build up their muscles, and that the steroids shrink their testicles. Looking at Brendan, I have to say both those statements can't be true. He had the muscles alright, but if they were due to steroids then he must have had an almighty great pair of balls before they shrunk. I think I might have mentioned earlier that Brendan was a big boy. I didn't realise just how big until I saw him without clothes. His genitalia was consistent with the rest of his build, on the large size. Satisfied that I knew what was coming he crossed around behind me, and I stood there, nervous as a cat as he moved up behind me. I'd have been nervous even if I'd been a willing partner, but being unwilling added a whole new dimension of nervousness. Was he going to be brutal or gentle or somewhere in between? All I could do was wait and see. Somewhere in between it turned out. I could feel Brendan press his cock against me, his fingers moving my lips apart slightly to give it a starting point and then he came into me. Not slowly or quickly. Just a smooth and steady push, giving me time to stretch and adjust to him. He knew what he was doing and proceeded to do it in a workmanlike manner. He wasn't trying to dominate me, or put me in my place. He was going to screw me, we both knew it, and he effectively took it from there. All I could do was wait while he moved in. Eventually I could feel his groin pressing firmly against me, his hairs lightly scratching my sensitive lips. "Are you going to cooperate now?" Brendan asked, his voice sounding honestly curious. I suppose he probably could expect me to cooperate at this point. I had nothing to lose by doing so, but I was stubborn. "No," I told him. No explanations or self-justification. Just a flat refusal. "OK," he said. "Your choice." I expected him to start hammering away at me, but the bastard tricked me. He just started swaying slightly, his cock barely moving in me. I kept on waiting for him to get down to the real thing but he wouldn't. He just kept on lightly swaying. Mind you, there was enough movement for him to be sending little ripples running through me. This swaying seemed to go on for ages with me feeling hotter and hotter as time passed. I almost sighed with relief when he actually started some real cock action. Brendan starting pulling out and sliding back into me, but he was still doing it slowly. My whole body was on edge, waiting for him to slam home and start driving me towards a climax, but he was just ambling along, apparently content to drive me insane first. I was still resisting the urge to move with him. There was probably a bit of mutual movement when my lips kissed his testicles at the end of every inwards drive, but that was all there was. So we're standing like that, me being slowly ravished when we had an interruption. The bedroom door popped open and Nick came in, carrying Carol with him. Carol was squealing and wriggling, and neither of them noticed us at first as Nick pinned Carol against the bed. Carol spotted us first. Her eyes widened and she started asking me to help her. "Nick says he's going to fuck me and I don't have any say in the matter," she squealed. "Make him let me go." "Do you think I'm here by choice?" I asked. "If I can't help myself, how do you think I can help you?" Nick laughed and apologised to Brendan. "If I'd known you were using this room I'd have taken another," he said. "As it is, we won't be long. I'm just having a quick one." With that he turned his attention back to Carol who was squealing and protesting but not really fighting him off. Not that I blame her. Nick was another big one and there wouldn't have been much she could do. Anyway, while Brendan and I watched, Brendan not missing a stroke, Nick yanked down Carol's panties. He pushed her onto the bed, face first, and lifted her hips up. Unzipping he whipped out his erection and started work on Carol. She squealed, Nick pushed in, she squealed and Nick pushed in harder. No foreplay for our Nick. It was just out with his cock and in you go. It didn't take long for Carol to be shafted, her bottom pointing to the sky with Nick firmly inside her. Nick then gave her a hard spank on her bottom and said "let's go", and started drilling her. He wasn't mucking about. When Carol didn't start moving fast enough she got another sharp spank and was told to hump her tush. So she did. Brendan, you might like to know, didn't bat an eyelash at what was taking place. He just kept tormenting me at the same slow pace, sliding in and out while I sweated and burned. Nick apparently knew his victim. He was bucking into her hard and fast, but Carol was meeting him in fine style. I had a suspicion that what we were seeing wasn't a real rape but just good old sexual fun and games. Nick pounded Carol, picking up his pace, while Carol matched him, throwing herself enthusiastically against his marauding cock. They both expended more energy in a couple of minutes than Brendan had done in all the time he'd been in me. Carol started squealing and Nick gave a yell and started jerking spasmodically into Carol who just squealed louder. Then they both just collapsed on the bed, gasping. A few minutes later and Carol had her pants on and was bolting from the room with Nick in close pursuit. And I was left with a pussy full of cock as Brendan still continued his lethargic conquest of me. He was winning, and we both knew it. I was gasping and twisting against him, and I couldn't control the various little sounds that were escaping from me. I was practically whimpering with need, Brendan had me wound up so tight, and it couldn't continue like this. It didn't. Brendan's arms had been around me while his hands played with my breasts. He suddenly gave both nipples a hard pinch and something gave way in me. I screamed something rude at Brendan and as his cock slid into me I pushed back hard to meet it. It was all that Brendan had been waiting for. He started driving in like a steam train, and I was absolutely hurling myself in front of that train. It didn't take long from that point. I was so tight and excited that I was surprised I didn't climax when I made that first hard drive against him. I think Brendan was surprised and a little relieved that he didn't explode at that point as well. As it was he was able to get in a few more good solid strokes against my suddenly eager body before I was squealing and shuddering as I came, and I could hear Brendan groan as he also climaxed. All that slow prepping must have been really building up pressure in his testicles as it felt as though he'd turned on a hose inside me. That was my first experience at non-consensual sex and, unfortunately, not my last. Like I said, it's an occupational hazard for cheerleaders. Taken by Surprise I was studying in the library for my last exam in college. As I turned the page, instead of remembering anything I had just read, I was captivated by my freshly manicured, light pink nails. I gave the cute boy across the table a quick glance and noticed that he was again checking out my firm breasts. Maybe I should have worn a bra after all, but I guess a little attention can never hurt. Intuitively, I pushed my boobs out and started to rearrange my hair to present to him my arched back and bare neck. Usually I wouldn't do this, but the last action I had had was several months ago with my roommate's girlfriend. Yes, she was an excellent kisser and took me really roughly the way I liked it, but it's still just not the same as what a guy could do to me. I realized I was way too horny to focus on my studies. My pussy started to ache and I started fidgeting and grinding on my chair. I hoped the guy across from me didn't notice my hard nipples. That would have been embarrassing! I packed my stuff, gave him a last quick smile and left the library. It was, of course, raining, and the darkness of the night scared me a little and it may have even thundered. I walked as quickly as the puddles and my high heels permitted and barely noticed how empty the streets were. From one second to the next everything turned upside down as somebody grabbed me into the small side-street, putting one hand on my mouth and the other under my skirt on my ass. With a quick shove my face and breasts were pressed against a cold brick wall. I wanted to gasp as I felt the wetness from the rough bricks go through my silky sweater. Surprisingly this was in stark contrast to the large, yet soft hands, which fondled my buttocks and slowly pulled my skirt down my cleanly shaven legs. After he pulled down my skirt, I felt shivers going through my body as his fingers slowly traced up my thighs. I peeked down and saw his strong, tan arms slowly making their way forward. I was too turned on to even think about screaming and was already anticipating his fingers sliding into my wet, trembling pussy. But, all of a sudden everything changed again as he roughly pulled up my skirt, covered my mouth again and pushed me further along the alleyway. Why did he stop? Did he hear someone and didn't want to get caught? I was frustrated, because at that point I was so turned on that I wouldn't even have cared about that. I felt his strong arms lift me up with ease and sensed a large bulge against my ass. When he put me down in an even darker part of the alleyway, I couldn't contain myself any longer and let out a bothered moan. I needed it! It seemed that the guy could read my thoughts, because he pulled down his pants immediately to expose his enormous hard cock. He commanded in a seductive low voice for me to pull down my skirt and I obliged and even pulled down my thong as well. He pushed me against yet another grey wall and rammed his dick up my dripping vagina. Fuck, it felt so good to be penetrated. I was ashamed by how turned on I was and tried to suppress my urge to come right away, but his fast, aggressive thrusts sent waves of radiating heat through my entire body. As I curled my toes in a last struggle to resist, my entire body spasmed in uncontrollable motions and before I knew it I came so hard that I almost collapsed. Luckily he held me firmly with one arm under my breasts and the other covering my mouth to suppress my violent moans. After what felt like decades of pure pleasure I was so overcome with joy that I just wanted to feel his hot cum inside of me. However, before I had a chance to turn him on more by arching my back or spreading my ass for him, he flipped me around and roughly pushed me down on my knees while grabbing my hair and forcing my lips around his throbbing dick. He firmly held my head and guided it back and forth almost making me gag on him. After just a few strokes I could feel his totally engorged cock become even harder. As he was about to come, he pulled back my head with one hand while finishing himself off with the other. With a deep moan he exploded but miraculously only hit my left cheek from where his whitely glistening cum dripped down on my tits. It was a lot of cum, but luckily not as messy as I expected. He helped me up and, breathing heavily, we both just gazed at each other feeling the soothing raindrops cool our heated bodies and minds. Suddenly, shuffling shoes on the right! In an instant he pulled up my skirt and his jeans, smiled at me, took my hand and off we ran into the rainy night.