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Blue

By: horde



I came across an old souvenir last night. I was packing up to move into my new house when I found an old postcard - a faded picture of a perfectly white beach with translucently turquoise water. “Cancun” was written in the lower right corner. I flipped it over and read my message from what must be over a decade ago. 

“Dear Mom and Dad,

How are you doing? I don’t know if I mentioned it to you, but I ended up going to Cancun for spring break. It cost a little more than I thought it would and now I’m stuck here unless I can get some money for the trip back. I’m really sorry about this. You can reach me at the Hotel del Sol.”

I never sent it, because I managed to find a few pesos to pay for a phone call to them and they wired some money over the same day. It was probably the craziest time of my life. Or at least the craziest thing I’ve ever done.

I blame it all on Azure. I met her in college. Tall, taller than me even at an even 6 feet tall. She had the wide, big boned frame of a jock, but she didn’t play sports and stood slouched over, with her shoulders hunched up, as if she was trying to be small. Her breasts were a little too small for her frame, and her hips extra wide giving her an uneven pear-like proportionality. She could have been a model for one of those Renaissance nudes with the small hemispherical breasts, rounded belly and generous hips. When we first met, I wasn’t even particularly attracted to her, being hung up on a petite little red-headed girl at the time.

We first met at the drive buddy board. I was planning to spend spring break at home, but needed a ride. There was this bulletin board at school where people who needed companions to split costs with would post ads. As I walked up to the board, I could not help but notice Azure, sporting a full head of bright blue hair. I came up to look at the board, and she accosted me.

“I’m going – you wanna come along?” she asked me in a melodious contralto. I looked up at her, and said “Yeah,” contrary to all sense. Maybe I did it because I’d never been asked to spend an entire week with a girl. Or maybe I wanted to go do the Spring Break experience at least once in my life. Part of me figured that it would never happen anyways.

“Ok, meet you in 15 out by Cobb Gate.”

“We’re going, like, NOW? I still have a final!”

“Move it or lose it, buddy. Get packed, and meet me there in 30, and bring some food.”

I emailed the professor that I was sick. Threw some stuff in a duffel bag, and just left. There was something about Azure’s carefree confidence that attracted me. No matter what happens, I thought to myself, this would be an adventure.

We met at the gate and finally introduced ourselves. With a name like Azure, I could see why she was fond of the color blue. Besides the blue hair, she wore blue lipstick, painted her nails blue, and, as she told me matter-of-factly, only wore blue underwear. The first leg of the trip would be to Omaha, where she would drop off the car for a friend. From there it was by train to the border, and a bus in Mexico. No wonder we were leaving early.

She told me that she needed company because she was “not good with boredom.” And splitting gas and hotel rooms wouldn’t hurt either. She was a real alterna-chick. An extreme feminist, multiculturalist, revolutionary and activist all rolled into one. At least three times a day, I got a lecture on how everything she did was designed to upset the patriarchy. The blue hair, for example, was to protest the patriarchy’s demand that women conform to sexist ideals of beauty, elevating the surface over the substance. With blue hair, she assured me, men would have to go beyond looks and actually try to like her for who she was. 

I called her on her smoking habit though, which was both unhealthy and bad for the environment. 

“All the cool people do it” was her only reply, waving a cigarette stained with her blue lipstick in front of my face. The trip to Omaha was fun – much more fun than I expected. Azure was highly intelligent and we had some great conversations. And she was not at all shy about sex. 

“I’ll have sex with any man I want. I don’t have a problem with using them for sex just like they use women for sex. The time for equality has come,” she proclaimed to me. I felt an uncomfortable tightness in my jeans at the thought that I might be getting laid. I was not a virgin, but I’d only had one steady girlfriend and one drunken one-night stand. It had been over a year since my last time, and I began to see Azure in a whole new light. But she still acted the same way towards me. I think she enjoyed being able to play with my mind.

We arrived late in Omaha and we got lost looking for the guy’s house. We ended up getting a motel room together – one bed, to save money. I was tired from the long drive, but the thought of sleeping with someone again had me jittery with excitement. I wanted to ask her if we would be having sex, but I thought that it would sound too naïve. So I brushed my teeth and got ready for bed. I didn’t think to bring pj’s, so I put on some shorts instead. She was in what would have been an oversize t-shirt on another girl, but on her, it was small enough that I could glimpse turquoise underwear just below the hem. 

“Is that really what you wear to bed?” she asked me.

“Uh – I mean – well, no. I was just trying to be considerate.”

“Don’t tell me that you’re trying to impose sexist rules of conduct and an inferior role on me.”

I took off the shorts. The boxers did nothing to hide my erection. She just smirked at me, having won yet another point. She turned off the lights and took off the t-shirt. I slid into bed next to her. I turned my back to her, both to keep my erection away and to let her know that I was not some kind of pervert that would attack her just because we happened to share a bed. But she pulled me onto my back and straddled me. 

“I’m not going on Spring Break and not having sex,” she said, running her hands across my hairy chest. She rubbed her panties along the length of my hardening member. My boxers chafed against my groin, but it was a small price to pay for sex. Her pert breasts jiggled above me and I ached to hold them. Yet it seemed to me that this was nearly a dream and I was afraid that any action would turn this back into a fantasy. A dampness spread through the opening of my boxers as she became aroused. I could feel the tiny nub of her clit stroking the head of my penis.

Suddenly, she sat up. Her right hand snaked through the opening in my boxers and pulled out my dick while her left pushed the turquoise cotton aside to reveal a thick thatch of black hair. Squatting down slightly, she rubbed the head along her slit, lubing it up for entry. She lowered herself onto me in slow stages, each brief descent accompanied by a low grunt. 

“Oh my, this is an unexpected pleasure,” she exclaimed. The other two girls had both said that I was above average in size, but I had always wondered if they were just being nice. 

“I hope this can last long enough to pleasure me,” she continued, taking back the compliment that she had just paid me. But I knew that I would last more than long enough for her. Unlike most kids my age, my problem was that I took too long to come.

“I hope you can last long enough to finish me,” I replied. 

“Don’t get too cocky,” she punned, laughing at her own joke. “I don’t know if I can even get off if you just lay there like a log.” Her teasing finally brought it home to me that I was going to be screwing this girl for the next week. So I got over my worries that she would just stop and raised my hands to her breasts. She smiled and let me explore her body.

Her breasts were soft and springy to my touch. The nipples were hard little nubs on the ends of her over-large, pink aureoles. Putting one arm around her back, I pulled myself up until she was sitting in my lap, riding my cock up and down. My mouth came to just below the hollow at the bottom of her neck. I was not very experienced, but I did know one thing: all girls have sensitive necks. So I began lightly kissing and nibbling there. She started to moan in earnest.

“Yes, baby,” she breathed. Her hips switched to a rolling motion, grinding her clit painfully into my groin. Still supporting her with one arm, I moved down to her breasts, taking each nipple into my mouth in turn. I started light - just barely touching them with my lips, and steadily increased the sensation until I was lightly nibbling on each breast. Her motions became more urgent, but it wasn’t doing much for me. In this position, she could not hit the sensitive glans of my penis. My dick curves backwards a little bit, which means that the ridge behind the head rub right against the g-spot of most women, but it means that it’s hard for me to get the right amount of friction.

Feeling her juices soaking down to my balls, I decided to take her over the edge. I pushed against her with my head, using my arm wrapped around her back as a fulcrum to lever her onto her back. She fell with a thud onto the bed. Now climbing on top of her, I pulled her legs up and to either side, letting me slip my entire length into her, and I began thrusting with strength and power, but not too fast. She grunted as my thrusts banged my pubic bone right into her clit. 

“Not so hard,” she said, putting one hand over my pubic hair. Her long arms wrapped around me, grabbing hold of my buttocks. And she moved me in and out of her, masturbating herself with my entire body. Her hands began to clench hard, the baby blue colored nails digging into my skin. The thrusts became shorter and faster. Suddenly, she let go, her lower lip tucked underneath her pearly white front teeth. Her head shook from side to side and a low whine whistled out from her clenched mouth. I continued to thrust, not knowing what else to do. Unable or unwilling to unclench her jaw, she pushed against my chest with her left hand to signal me to stop. I slowed down gradually, gazing at her scrunched up eyes. I realized that I had no recollection of her eye color. When I finally came to a stop, she put her arms around me and held me tight against her.

“Mmmmmmmm…”

My hard dick was still buried inside of her. I had an overwhelming need to come. I began to thrust again, squirming to get maximum friction. 

“Nuh huh,” she purred, “I’ll be too sore for tomorrow night.” And pushed me off of her. My cock slipped out into the cold air, slick with her juices. I looked from her to it and back again, trying to hint that maybe there was something that she left undone.

“Good boy, you made me a very satisfied woman tonight. I’m glad I picked well back at school.” And she slid around until her head was back where the pillows were and slipped herself back underneath the covers. I was not sure of the etiquette of this situation. Was I allowed to masturbate with her sleeping right there? I slid in beside her and started to stroke. I was still slick with her juices, and the image of her breasts bouncing over me was still fresh in my mind.

“Would you stop fidgeting! I’m trying to sleep over here.”

She knew exactly what I was doing, and apparently it amused her to keep me unsatisfied. I played along, more out of fear of being cut off than anything. I dreamt about getting a blow job from a pair of perky little breasts, just like hers. Don’t ask – dreams are weird like that.

We delivered the car the next morning, and her friend’s dad gave us a ride to the train station. I bought my ticket at the counter. It was going to be about a 27 hour trip, but to save money, we got regular seats. Money was a big issue, or else I would have splurged on a sleeper ticket for myself just to give us a chance to continue last night’s activities. 

We found ourselves in a small compartment. It was meant for four people, but train travel was not as popular as it used to be, so we had the entire thing to ourselves. When the train got moving, she got out a book, some existentialist drivel by Sartre, and stuck her nose in it, ignoring me completely. I looked at the scenery before taking out my textbook. I was nearly failing math and this would be a good time to bone up. It was required for my major, and I really didn’t want to have to take it over the summer.

After several long, silent hours, we arrived in Kansas City. Here we suffered the intrusion of an elderly married couple. The woman took one look at Azure and started to back out of the compartment, but ran into her husband, who was trying to enter with his walker right behind her. Judging from his cloudy eyes, he couldn’t see well, and he more or less bulldozed her inside. Smiling sweetly, Azure got up from her seat across from me and sat down next to me.

“Sit here, please,” she told them, her voice dripping honey. I got up and helped the man with his walker. They introduced themselves as Mr. and Mrs. Charles Galway. They were on their way to Dallas to see their grandchildren. Mrs. Galway clutched her purse to her chest and shot withering looks at Azure. Azure replied with sweet smiles and flirted with Mr. Galway, while I tried to keep from smirking or laughing out loud.

It only took Mr. Galway an hour to fall asleep and start snoring. Mrs. Galway got even more nervous, squinting her eyes at Azure as if she was staring down a feral dog. Azure smiled and put her arm around me. She moved her mouth close to my ear and whispered things about last night that made my boxers seem much tighter than before. My cheeks must have begun to flush bright red because I heard a loud “Huff” from Mrs. Galway. She quickly turned her head away as Azure licked all up and down my ear, shooting the old lady a lusty look. Azure’s fingers began to play across my chest, circling my nipples. I could see Mrs. Galway peeking out of the corner of her eye. And so it continued throughout the entire state of Oklahoma.

Azures hands and mouth were all over me. She kissed me deeply with her mouth wide open, turning my head to the side to give the old lady a good view. She kissed and licked my neck, her hands slipping underneath my t-shirt. By the time we were closing on the Texas border, her hand was inside my shorts, lewdly stroking my cock while Mrs. Galway openly gaped at her behavior. I was beet red with embarrassment. It was an immense relief when we pulled into Dallas.

By now dark had fallen, and only a few passengers got on board, so Azure and I were left alone again. The conductor came by to check out tickets and announced that the dining cart would be closing in thirty minutes. Her friend’s family had packed us food for the trip, so we had no need to pay the inflated prices in the dining car. Azure closed the door behind him, and turned back to me, grinning.

“Hey there, beet-boy. Still excited? I sure am.”

Licking her lips, she advanced upon me. Opening the fly of her jeans, she pulled them down to her ankles, along with her royal blue panties. Spreading her knees wide, she demanded that I repay her for the attentions of the last few hours. I glanced nervously at the door, but she took my head in her hands and guided me down. Her crotch smelled strongly of her scent, and I could also see a large wet spot in her panties. But there was also more than a hint of urine. I had not had much experience in eating pussy, and I had never dived into one that had not been recently cleaned, but she continued to press my head down.

“That’s it, baby,” she encouraged me. I stuck out my tongue and began to lick. She had a sharp, acidic taste. Her juices were thin, like water, and I began to overcome my initial disgust and work at it in earnest. She guided my head with her hands and told me how to please her. My tongue was aching when she finally came, her knees squeezing together until I thought that my head would pop like a teenager’s zit. I couldn’t get a breath, and pushed at her legs with my arms. Eventually, I was able to force them open a bit and took deep, shuddering breaths of the sweet outside air.

“Very good, boy. Inexperienced, but enthusiastic. I think it’s time for your reward.” She tossed me a bottle. “Get naked and put that on,” she ordered. I looked at the bottle, turning it over until I could see the label. It was K-Y jelly. Since I was still wiping up her juice off of my chin, I wondered why she thought that it would be necessary. But I took off my clothes anyways. She was already neatly folding her pants and pulling off her shirt.

“Did you know that Texas still has laws against sodomy?”

“Uh,” I answered, trapped in my t-shirt in my haste to get it off.

“Oral sex is sodomy. But so is something else. As long as we’re in Texas, we’re going to protest against their oppressive regime. You completed part one. Time for act two.”

My shirt was now off, and I gaped at her. Did this mean what I thought it meant? I found the bottle of K-Y underneath my shirt and decided to put it on. Azure was looking at me over her shoulder. For some reason, she did not seem as cocky to me as she had before. I sat down across her legs and lightly rubbed her ass. It was generously wide, with plump, succulent cheeks. I spread them apart and looked at her rosebud. It was pink and clean and gaped slightly open, as if it were inviting me in. My cock jumped at the implied invitation. 

“What are you waiting for?”

I had never had anal sex with a woman before, but during my long drought I had discovered the joys of pornography. I had whacked off to story after story, learning all sorts of things in the process. It was not until I started reading these stories that I discovered a passion for anal sex. So I read every story about it and learned. Most of the stories were a load of crap, but there were several with useful information. I figured that I would do this right.

“You’ve never done this before, have you?” I guessed.

“No, but how hard can it be? Hurry up, I’m nervous enough as it is!”

I figured any attempt to dive right into it would be doomed to failure. I spread her legs and flipped her over. She protested, but there was not much she could do about it – I’m stronger than I look. I put my head between her legs and I started to eat her out again, putting to good use the lessons she had just taught me. I think I did a credible job. She was nervous, but she eventually came again. Then I began to lick down lower, on her anus. I was relieved to find that it tasted slightly of soap. To be honest, I found it preferable to the taste of her pussy. She gasped as I licked her rosebud, and I could tell that she was tightening up inside. I licked anyways, until she got used to it and relaxed a little. Then I went back to her pussy, getting it good and wet.

I moved up, my dick slightly tacky with drying K-Y, and put it into her pussy. She gave me a funny look, but I ignored it. Between my licking and her own excitement, it slid in easily. Too easily – the K-Y was making it hard for me to get any friction. But I didn’t want to come yet anyways. I filled her up with me, taking long, slow strokes. I found the hollow of her neck, where she was sensitive and started to lick and kiss it. My hands ran along her soft body, stroking and caressing with a light, nearly imperceptible touch. I played with her nipples briefly, before wrapping my lips around them and gently sucking and nibbling. She had stopped caring that I was not putting anything in her ass yet and squirmed underneath me.

“Faster,” she begged, “faster.”

I increased my motion, going faster, but also taking longer strokes. My right hand snaked down to cup her buttock. My fingers wriggled around until they reached the crack of her ass. I ran my middle finger along the crack, feeling her cunt juices and smearing them over her anus. She was dripping wet, and her hands clutched at my ass pulling me into her harder and harder. I had to stop exploring her rear and hang on for dear life as she reached her climax, silently this time, her face clenched tight as if she had eaten a sour lemon. When she let go of my ass, I pulled out of her and bent down to lick at her pussy again. This time I gathered some of her juices on my finger and rubbed it along her anus. I kept my tongue strumming her clit as I explored her ass with my finger. I stroked it, increased the pressure gradually as I went. Suddenly, her ass opened up and let my finger in to the first knuckle. I felt the sphincter tighten up around my finger at the invasion.


Blue



Marybeth tugged at the bottom of her short dark gray skirt in an attempt to sit the bar stool without flashing the entire room. She wore no stockings so a wrong move would expose everything from her heels to the black thong crawling up her ass. Dave or Dick or whatever the name of the middle aged guy in gray suit next to her was prattling on about some sales conference. She was becoming increasingly aware of his "inadvertent touches" on her arm but had made no effort to discourage them. In fact she smiled pleasantly.

With relief, Marybeth could see a recognizable figure at the entryway of the restaurant. She could feel it when Blue entered a room. That voice, sharp and commanding yet seductive said "Table for two for Bloom, Nancy Bloom please." 

The restaurant host scanned down the list. "I'm sorry Ms. Bloom, we have you down for 7:30 and it is only a little after 7. Can you wait?" he said too quickly. 

Nancy Bloom did not usually take no for an answer but she had come early tonight for a reason. She looked him cold in the eye and pulled her dark hair behind her ear. "That will be fine. Please get me in the bar when it is ready." She said and gave him a slight smile and you could see the relief in his posture.

Marybeth watched Blue glide into the room. Her charcoal gray pantsuit screamed power. It formed tightly to her slim muscular body. Nancy Bloom was used to commanding attention when she entered a room. When she was feeling sexy and seductive, she always felt more like her graduate school nickname "Blue" than Nancy or Ms. Bloom. She looked like she was definitely feeling like "Blue" tonight.

Blue's dark eyes flashed at Marybeth, a slight smile came across her face and she nodded slightly as slid into a table not far from where Marybeth sat at the bar. It was difficult not to look at the slim woman as she sat and several of the other people at the bar quickly had to avert their as Blue slid into her seat and surveyed the bar. 

Naturally, the waitress was at Blue's table immediately. "White wine please." Blue said quietly in her husky voice absently shaking the sparkling silver bracelet on her right wrist.

Marybeth had been at the bar for 30 minutes as she had been instructed. She was dressed like a whore, she thought. She had on a sheer black blouse and dark gray skirt with the highest heals she could stand. Her size D breasts moved seductively against the material of her blouse every time she moved. 

Blue had been very explicit on what she was to wear. Everything from the blouse and the skirt to the new black thong had been laid out in her instructions. No other underwear was allowed. Gold bracelets and necklace offset against the black. She was dressed like an expensive well dressed whore, but a whore nonetheless. It was new territory for Marybeth.

Blue caught her eye and nodded imperceptibly. Marybeth took a deep breath and turned toward the middle aged man so her legs were on either side of his. He stumbled in mid sentence and reached for his drink to recover. As she casually dropped her hand to his thigh he almost spit it out.

"What were you saying?" Marybeth asked, her dark brown eyes looking intently into his face. He gazed into her pretty face and tried not to let his gaze drift down to her cleavage as she leaned forward. Her hand moved slightly up his thigh as she said, "about the conference I mean? Only four of you from the Region got to come?"

As Marybeth squeezed her bare legs lightly around his thigh she thought how slutty she felt. She could feel Blue watching her every move. Everyone else in the bar must be watching too. How long would she let her go?

The businessman put down his drink quickly thinking about what the guys back in Shreveport were going to think about this. "Should we er... a would you like... to go somewhere?" he stammered as Marybeth's knee came dangerously close to touching his hardening cock.

"Oh you silly," she said gently patting him on the chest and hitting him with a dazzling smile, "you know I told you I was meeting someone here soon." As she dropped her hand from his chest it landed right in his lap. She could feel his hardon spring against his suit pants. 

The flustered man reached out and ran his hand between the bar and her naked leg. He moved it quickly up under her skirt. "But we are getting along so well... I thought..." 

Marybeth moved closer to the man which pushed his hand even further up the outside of her thigh "As much as I'd like to, I can only stay for a few more minutes." She said with a pout. "You are such a nice guy." Her hand squeezed his hardon as she smiled and gently shook her full dark hair. 

His hand slid up her thigh to her butt as he looked into the young sparkling eyes. They dropped to her tits now thrust almost to his chest. She was clearly not wearing a bra. His eyes widened when his hand found nothing but skin under her skirt. She wondered if they had thongs in Shreveport and the man groped her ass.

"Miss Bloom your table is ready." The host approached Blue warily. She almost jumped as she had been watching Marybeth grope the businessman. "Very well," she said picking up her wine class as she slid out her chair. Marybeth watched her out the corner of her eye as she glided across the room behind following the host.

She tightened her grip on the businessman's cock and started gently strocking it as the phone range behind the bar. The businessman squeezed her ass and said, "god baby, are you sure you can't come with me?" 

Marybeth watched the bar tender smile into the phone and look across the bar. She increased the speed of her hand stroking the man's cock. He narrowed his eyes and groaned.

His head jerked to the side as the bartender held a phone out to Marybeth. "Call for you." 

She took her hand from his cock and took the phone tilting her head to avoid her gold dangling earring. "It's time. Table in the rear right side" a low seductive voice said and then the phone clicked off. "Okay baby I'll meet you over there," Marybeth said to the dial tone and hung up the phone. She quickly slid away from the businessman and off the barstool her skirt riding up and giving everyone a glimpse of her black thong. "I have to go. Bye."

"Can I have your number?" He stuttered and fumbled in his breast pocket. "Here take my card.. call me." 

She smiled and leaned over to squeeze his cock a last time and said lightly "Sorry, gotta go." And turned and left the bar. She could feel his eyes watching her ass as she moved toward the door. She slid around the corner and into the restaurant.

Blue looked cool and sophisticated as ever. The charcoal suit would have looked dumpy on many women, but it fit her like a glove. The only indication that this was not a typical business dinner was that her cream colored silk blouse was unbuttoned almost to her navel. As she leaned over to kiss Marybeth hello she could see the slight swell of Blue's small breast. She thought she may have seen a small glimpse of the ruby red nipple as the blouse opened when Blue sat down across from her.

"I thought you were going to make me jerk him off right there in front of everyone." Marybeth said picking up a glass of ice water and taking several gulps. Her heart was still racing. She subconsciously wiped her hand on her napkin.

"Ah he was fine." Blue said dismissively. "You know how it has been since someone as hot as you paid him any attention? You probably made his decade." She smiled and sipped her wine. "You made quite the slutty impression. Did you like that?"

Marybeth blushed and shook her head. She didn't want to admit it but she had liked it. She had liked that Blue had told her what to do and she had done it. She always said she would do anything Blue said, but this was the first time she had been tested.

"Do you know how I asked for you over the phone," Blue said with a smile. "I said phone call for the slutty whore jacking the guy off at the end of the bar. He knew right where to go." She laughed.

Marybeth blushed red but smiled in spite of herself and hoped that nobody she knew had seen her. She pulled her hair back and looked across the table at Blue. "Why did you want me to do that?" she asked.

"Because I could little girl, because I could." Blue said.

"By the way my little slut after you got your clothes laid out and you could see how you were going to look, did you cum pretty hard?" Blue wasn't smiling now.

"Ummm well I..." stammered Marybeth. She could feel a sick feeling in her stomach.

"I told you couldn't cum today didn't I?" Blue said quietly but sharply.

"Blue, the outfit was so sexy I just..." Marybeth's voice was slightly shaking. 

"What am I going to do with you Marybeth." Blue said shaking her head. She leaned forward to look directly into Marybeth's eyes. "Now I want you to rub your nipples."

Marybeth looked around at the crowded restaurant, adrenaline coursing through her veins. "Here? Now?" she whispered. "Blue I can't."

Blue looked at her frightened eyes. "You not only can, but you will. Now" she said more forcefully. 

Marybeth slouched down on her chair and leaned forward so her breasts almost touched the table cloth. She tentatively looked left and right and slowly moved her thumbs up to her breasts. Her thumbs found her large nipples through the sheer material. She slowly moved across them feeling them spring to life her eyes locked on Blue's. The tips of her nipples were pulled lightly by the tip of her thumb until they would spring across them. Marybeth could feel the tension in her shoulders. She could feel the arousal deep in her belly. 

She jumped when she heard the waiter's voice. "Anything to drink ma'am? 

She dropped her hands quickly and mumbled "Just water"

Blue was laughing softly at her. "That was just to get them hard baby." She said leaning over towards her. "Now I know you don't like pain, but it is the only thing that I can do to get it through your head that you will do what I say."

"What do you want me to do?" Marybeth said in a small voice. She didn't like pain and had a bad feeling about this.

"I swore I'd never hurt you baby. But you are going to hurt yourself. Pinch your nipples for me and don't stop until I tell you to." Blue said in a hushed harsh voice. "Come on you little slut. I didn't give you permission to fuck yourself."

Marybeth looked around the restaurant again. Nobody seemed to be paying much attention to her. She leaned forward again and started pinching her nipples lightly. The sheer fabric easily outlined her nipples as they pushed out like two pencil erasers. She felt a stirring in her crotch as she rhythmically pinched at them. Her breath started to follow the rythem of her fingers as she pinched her nipples twice hard and then lightly. 

"Harder, and look at me." Blue said in a hushed voice. Blue was watching her face intently.

Marybeth felt a sharp sting of pain as she pinched her nipples harder. "Grind your fingers together. Now" Blue said in a stronger tone

Marybeth moved her thumb and fingers back and forth grinding her nipples into the fabric of her blouse. She felt a wave of pain terrible yet arousing. Two pinpoints of pain aimed straight at her crotch. Lines started to form on her forehead.

"Now twist them for me and pull on them." Blue was staring intently into Marybeth's eyes watching every reaction from the young girl.

Marybeth leaned back from the table somewhat, not caring what people saw or thought. She twisted her nipples back and forth flexing her wrists and pulled at them until her hands were almost under the table. God it hurt. The cloth of her blouse dug into the skin of her aureoles as her fingers and thumbs ground on them. She felt so helpless in front of Blue. Her face showed her pain. Lines formed around her mouth as she clenched her jaw in pain. Her eyes began to water.

"Okay baby that is enough." Blue said quickly as the waiter returned to the table. Marybeth was breathing hard from the strain. She lowered her head and tried to recover from the fire coming from her nipples. Sweat broke out all over her body. Blue finished ordering and she and the waiter were looking at her. Marybeth looked up her chest still heaving, her blouse wrinkled where it had been ground into her nipples. "do you need a few more minutes ma'am?" the waiter asked.

"Yes. Please." She managed to gasp. With a knowing look at Blue he slightly shook his head and left the table.

"So baby, are you going to do that again? Blue asked. Marybeth shook her head.

"Let me make a quick call to confirm our plans for the night." Blue said as she reached for her cell phone.

Marybeth drank from her ice water thinking about how nice the cool water would feel on her bruised and still stinging nipples. Every time she breathed they moved against the fabric of her blouse and stung.

"Sheila, are we on?" Blue said into the phone. "Yes she is with me now and we have just ordered... We will be there in about an hour or so... Oh you did, and she is with you there now? Wonderful, don't start without us... Oooo name draw tonight? Outstanding! Her name is Marybeth, all one word. You will love her. She is such a sweet thing and such a pretty girl... Oh yes... I'm sure she will several times tonight. She cums often. See you in an hour or so." Blue was smiling broadly as she hung up. 

"We are going to have so much fun tonight baby. Mike and Sheila are friends of mine from graduate school. Special friends. And they have invited another girl over to join us." Blue was talking with her hands. "The game tonight is name draw. We all put our names in a hat and Mike, Sheila and I will each draw one. Whosoever name you draw you get to tell them what to do to anyone else in the room."

Marybeth felt a stirring. "Don't I draw?" She said.

"No baby, you will get to be a star attraction either when your name is drawn or as props for anyone else." Blue leaned over. "You are going to cum so many times baby."

Marybeth's mouth gaped open then just as the waiter returned. "Ready yet ma'am" he snidely asked.

If he only knew how ready.



Blue



The party was full of people she didn't know and frankly couldn't bear to be near. Who were they? Lawyers? Teachers? These were definitely not her people. What the hell, it's only a party, she thought. She looked through the window onto the street below. A man was shrugging a light coat from his shoulders as she turned her back to him. He looked up at her as she turned; he caught sight of her blue tattooed shoulder through the misting glass of the December night.

The music dissipated from a full-on house set to a tonal hum as people swayed in time around her. Some moved consciously of the beat whilst others watched the hypnotic pulse; vibrating, coaxing people into compromising positions as fabric slipped from skin. The epiphany of the rush meant that even she could barely contain the control of the music and yet she resisted draping the floor in semi-Tokilla pose though everyone around her climbed up to a natural high. Some danced alone touching themselves evoking the masquerade of bodies without faces.

She backed out of the clamour in a miasmic vacuum like smoke being sucked in a cigarette; gentle and long, clandestine and lithe. She flicked her spine back into place followed by her head and swung about to face a table of semi-interesting looking people, bending over the table so that they could see the décolletage of her breast pulsating against the lip of her tightening basque. As she did, she accidentally backed into the man she'd seen earlier. Starved of natural light, he was bathed in a warm red glow from the switching lights on the makeshift dance floor. Instantly she felt it; the lubricious flaunt from her belly to her clitoris. It soaked at the top of her legs and, reaching down with her hand she plucked a lade which glistened silver as she brought it to his lips. He took her finger into his mouth and slaked his thirst. Walking away from him she made her way to the table of kissers who kissed as though they meant each touch and with one glance from the corner of her eye at him, she joined them.

She had never felt more beautiful than she did right now. The raiment beneath her dress constricted like a cobra: squeezing her nipples as she kissed each person at the table. She slipped her tongue in and out of the mouths of women and men finding their threshold for lust as they moved their fingers hurriedly around her, tweaking and rubbing her tits and her thighs. She glanced at the blonde woman she was kissing; she licked her neck once and ran a finger up to her juicy clit. The woman ventilated the strong smell of cum up through her dress from the heat of her cumming cunt. One of the men watched and though still fully clothed, started to rub his hard cock against her before the blonde woman opened her thighs like a coiled spring and took all of him in. STOP! Her mind became a klaxon of thoughts all falling into one. Could he see her there? Could he see her fingers and a stranger's cock fucking this woman? She didn't want to kiss these people anymore; she wanted to be with him. She looked around, she couldn't see him; and in a slight panic she convinced herself that he was gone.

She was still so horny, yet felt that restraint would be the only compass to find him in this room of standard deviants. Where was he? Each sideways move she made her hips brush against hard cocks and her shoulders and arms against nipples that tightened like popping corn. She drank a little, sweeping glasses up as she walked, trying to quench the dryness of her mouth.

And there he was watching her as she walked towards him. He stood behind a girl; her head tilted slightly exposing the nape of her neck as he brushed her long plain hair to one side. She was bathed in a gentle blue pigment as though sprayed onto her skin. She was completely naked save for the slither of black hair covering her proud cunt. He was rocking her body slowly back and forth as his hands massaged her thigh and slipped in and out of her. The girl would make occasional noises and groans but he did not reciprocate them, preferring to look at her with force and determination.

"This is as close as I want to get to you," he smiled. 

"Why? I-" 

She was confused, she couldn't find the words that she wanted to say, was he teasing her? She took her need to be with him to another place and placing one finger gently into the girl's wet cunt she placed her thumb on her clit and rubbed her until she came over both of them. Taking some of her juice onto his hands he drew her into his mouth, licking the silver gloss of cum from around her lips and her chin. 

"You said why. Why what?" He asked as the girl slumped to the floor.

"Why is she blue?"

"Ah. That." He laughed. He laughter made him somehow more beautiful.

"She's always blue; it's just the colour she likes to wear."

"But all over?"

He placed a finger on her lips. 

"She isn't blue inside, why don't you have a look and see?"

She could smell the girl on him, it made her wet. Blue sat up from her slump and unzipped his jeans and loosened girl's dress. At clit height, she replied to her earlier orgasm with some appreciation and soon she found herself being taken into Blue's mouth whilst the man watched her stretch her tattooed arms out at the side of her, revealing the hardest tightest nipples he'd ever seen. Grabbing them between a finger and thumb he squeezed them, reddening them and sending her in to a wave of immense pleasure. The klaxon of thoughts grew once more and she couldn't stop them this time, she wanted to be fucked hard and her cunt was dripping with a relentless need for him. Blue could taste her needs as she gulped each shining drop of glistering girl cream. Blue shoved her tongue up and down her cunt starting at her clit them driving it with force into her dirty hole sticking her fingers in to draw out more nectar.

He was ready for her; he'd seen enough of her pleasure and wanted some of his own. Placing his hard shining cock into her gently, he pushed. He whispered into her ear. 

"I can't see you, I can't hear you and I want you so badly." 

Pushing harder and the repetition of Blue's tongue against her she slowly started to make her way to a climax that with enough restraint she hoped would unleash everything she had at that very moment. 

She thought about him watching her, she felt Blue licking her clit: nibbling and teasing each part of her from her rock hard tits to peeling back her layers to reveal the centre of her being. The bodies in the room continued to grind with fervour and depth. Everything that she was feeling, everything she could see, everything that fucked her was now in concert like the stars were aligned and the planets were ready and with one last push from him she was there. 

A primal scream of silence, a tristesse as she bent right over touching her toes forcing him deeper into her before she started cumming all over his cock making it sparkle and shine. Blue was thrown to the floor in the impact once again taking all of the girl in Blue's mouth. Her cum was unstoppable as he stood over them both and watched for a split second before the girl got to her knees finally and took all of him in her mouth, as she did Blue reached her fist into the girl's cunt savouring the multiple orgasm for just a moment before he began to cum all at once filling her mouth. Blue joined in taking his cum into her mouth then licking right up into the girl's mouth. It tasted amazing, she thought, the sweet taste of cunt and cum all at once all the same. 

The party was full of people I now knew intimately. In the corner of the room a strange girl was painted from head to toe in blue body paint; she danced to the gentle ambient tones of a party that had finally broken. I picked up my glass and resumed with the throng. This was one of the best nights I'd ever had.



Blue and Mature



Pat, my 75-year-old neighbour, has featured in a number of my dreams. Many, though not all, have been of a sexual nature. Some have been memorably wet. My most recent dream featuring the randy wrinkly was just bizarre.

I was outside the bungalow of Hannah, Pat's widow friend with whom we shared a regular Monday three-way fuck session. A large crowd, many of whom were undertakers, had gathered. The undertakers had faces like donkeys and were laughing and pointing at me. I was naked and unable to follow my instinct to flee. Through the bungalow window, I could see Pat and Hannah locked in the 69 position. They were dead. I was relieved to wake up.

The following day, a Saturday, I had the opportunity to tell Pat about my dream, or part of it.

Her husband, Jock, was away for the day and my wife was some 200 miles away, staying with her mother who had broken her arm.

Pat, who knew I would be on my own for at least a couple of weeks, had knocked on my door and invited me round for coffee. Pat, rarely a woman to mince her words had put it more crudely.

"Do you fancy coming round for a coffee and a fuck?" had been her exact words.

"Change the order to a fuck followed by a coffee and you've got a deal." I told her. She smiled.

Five minutes later I was whispering into Pat's ear about dreaming that she and Hannah had been enjoying a 69. I omitted all other details of the dream.

When told of her and Hannah's 69 Pat coloured slightly and seemed a little flustered. It appeared that I had inadvertently stumbled on a little secret. She denied it when I put it to her that she and Hannah had been lezzing it up but her protestations were unconvincing. Whatever, just thinking about it put my already rampant libido into seventh heaven overdrive.

Pat might have been coy about any possible intimacy with Hannah but she reacted swiftly and positively to my suggestion of a 69.

"Upstairs," she hissed.

"I'm going to climb on top and fuck your face so hard. I'm going to grind my cunt into your face until I cum. And I'm going to suck myself a mouthful of spunk."

As soon as we were in the bedroom, Pat pushed me back on to the bed and, after stripping below the waist, wrapped her thighs round my face.

The headboard banged noisily against the wall as Pat, who seemed determined to maintain an upright upper body position, thrust her sex vigorously against my mouth. Her actions were accompanied by panting and whimpering. Sexually noisy women are a huge turn-on for me and my cock was straining so hard inside my trousers I was experiencing a fair degree of pain. The panting grew faster and whimpering gave way to screaming. Pat grabbed the back of my head and pushed down hard for the last time, holding the position with a fixed determination. Her whole body went rigid before going into a series of pronounced spasms. She repeatedly shouted the word "fuck".

As soon as the most intense of Pat's passion had subsided, I loosened and removed my trousers. We assumed the 69 position, Pat on top.

We were both breathing heavily and Pat started with some gentle sucking, her loose mouth causing minimal friction as she moved slowly up and down the length of my shaft. I, too, was attempting to show my soft and mellow side and blew gently onto her pussy before placing my lips on the tip of her clit.

The force of Pat's earlier orgasm had been so fierce I had assumed she would take a while before reaching another climax. I was wrong. The tip of my flickering tongue was soon working its magic on Pat's clit. As she approached her second climax, Pat bit down hard on my cock with her gummy mouth. I was so turned on I hardly noticed any pain or discomfort.

Pat lifted her head and through panting breaths, spoke.

" Fuck me sweet Jesus. That was a really hard cum. Do you want to spunk off in my mouth?"

With a wet pussy pressing hard into my face, I couldn't respond but I guess Pat already knew the answer.

Sensing Pat was starting to relax, I rolled over so she was on her back before moving up the bed and straddling her face.

"Get ready for some deep throat action." I told her.

Pat made no objection and opened her mouth.

After guiding myself in, I grabbed Pat's upper arms and gripped them firmly. I pushed myself in as far as I possibly could and proceeded to thrust hard and fast. Pat did little other than close her mouth sufficiently to cause a degree of friction.

Pat was gagging and choking and the bedsprings were squeaking and groaning. I was pushing ever harder and faster, the tip of my cock brushing the roof of her mouth and the top of her throat. The temperature in the bedroom was several degrees higher than I was used to and sweat was forming on my brow and upper body. My lower back was starting to feel the strain. Pat was making strange gurgling noises so I decided it was time for release.

Pat retched as the first ejaculation washed down the back of her gullet. The second spurt splashed around her mouth as I started to withdraw and a third emission spurted onto her lips. I was still in the throes of orgasm when I contrived to make the slightly awkward movement down the bed ready for a fuck. I managed penetration just before the last dribble and twitch.

With Pat's right leg stretched out straight, I bent he left leg so her thigh pressed against her body. After pushing all the way in I used the middle and index fingers of my left hand to frig away at Pat's clit which had noticeably swollen. Pat moaned in appreciation before crying out just one word.

"Doggy"

I managed to lift and twist Pat's left leg and manoeuvre her into the doggy style position without breaking congress. I was rewarded with an even louder moan. Placing my left foot alongside Pat's torso and kneeling on my right leg I gave her a slow, rhythmic 20 minute screw. I felt well and truly fucked and climbed under the sheets while Pat went to the bathroom to wipe her mouth and face. I nodded off and was still sleeping when I was woken with a cup of coffee, a smile and a bacon sandwich.

Ten minutes later, it was Pat's turn to sleep. I tip-toed down the stairs and washed the plates and mugs before letting myself out. With Pat's husband Jock due back in the evening I wasn't going to hang around and be caught out by an early return.

That night, I relaxed with a few beers in the musical company of Miles Davis, John Coltrane, Bill Evans and Sonny Rollins. I'd planned more of the same for Sunday but stirrings below the waist got the better of me.

I strolled over to Hannah's bungalow with one thing on my mind. A big smile on Hannah's face told me she was pleased to see me and when she glanced down she could tell I was pleased to see her.

Sex with Hannah, as it is with many mature women, was uncomplicated. The front door shut, I made an immediate play for her breasts, a move which clearly pleased her. Her nipples jutted through the fabric of her bra and were clearly prominent after I had unbuttoned Hannah's floral blouse.

Having loosened the catch of her bra, I exposed her sagging tits. I kissed Hannah gently on the side of her throat before whispering in her ear.

"I hear you and Pat having been enjoying yourselves behind my back. Licking pussy."

Hannah's cheeks reddened and she did not deny it.

I let the subject drop and took one of Hannah's protruding nipples between my lips. My mouth had moved down and my tongue was probing her belly button when the phone rang. I urged her to ignore the ringing but she answered, anyway. Her daughter was on her way to see her and would arrive in about ten minutes.

After I had refastened her bra, Hannah buttoned her blouse back up. I slipped an index finger inside her before kissing her goodbye and reminding her I would be back on Monday. Sunday turned back into a day of rest.

Monday: I was five minutes out of the shower, semi hard through thinking about Pat and Hannah when there was a loud knock at the door. I hastily threw a pair of joggers and tee-shirt on and bare-footed, bounded down the stairs.

Her eyes were striking; the palest of pale blue I had ever seen. On most women they would have stood out clearly as their number one attribute. On her, they were edged into second place by a pair of tits to which no Thesaurus of superlatives could do justice. Gorgeous, voluptuous, sensual were all close but still short of the target.

That was the good news. The bad news was I was running late for my regular Monday assignment with Pat and Hannah, the two exceptionally horny pensioners who boasted a vintage sexual pedigree that defied even the most vivid of imaginations.

The other bad news was that she was selling. The name tag and picture identification on her lapel told me that.

I have strong sexual attraction towards most, if not all, women. From 18 to 80 and whatever shape or size, I reckon I could enjoy fucking just about any of them. Right now, however, big tits and blue eyes were what I craved.

"Just five or 10 minutes of your time," was the promise made by the young woman who had introduced herself as Barbara and promised she could offer me a-once-in-a-lifetime cable t.v. subscription offer.

Cable t.v. held little or no interest to me but a great pair of tits is a great pair of tits and I invited her in anyway.

In fashion terms, Barbara was probably about 50lbs overweight. Visually, she was pushing all the right buttons for me. Underneath her magnificent breasts, I was admiring the swell of her belly. Her legs were large but firm. I guessed she was young woman with a healthy appetite but who also worked out regularly in a gym. Her hair was long, dark and straight and had been swept back and tied.

After sitting down opposite me, she was straight into her, hardly pausing for breath and leaving me little opportunity to interrupt her flow. I wasn't paying much attention to the chat. My thoughts were all lustful. I made no attempt to hide or disguise my erection which my now was extremely pronounced.

After five or more minutes her sales pitch was beginning to piss me off and, with my thoughts returning to my two favourite pensioners, I decided to get rid of her, super sexy or not.

"I'm not interested, so you might as well fuck off." I told her.

She appeared unfazed so I decided to push the boundaries of rudeness to their limits.

"I don't want cable. So unless you're willing to take your clothes off and let me fuck you, there's no point in your hanging around."

Without appearing shocked in any way, she responded.

"I appreciate a straight talker. I won't hang around but if you fancy, I could pop back around some time after midday. "

Her words took me by surprise but her actions left me in a state of disbelief. Loosening her hair, she stood over me and brushed the length of my cock with her dark locks. The feeling was exquisite beyond description. 

"Shall I come back?"

A quick flash of her blue eyes took me to a place I had never visited before.

I did not speak but merely nodded.

It was nearly half past eleven when I knocked on Hannah's door. She was dressed in a familiar pale blue satin gown. The skin around her neck was a deep red, suggesting the two old girls had started without me. The suspicion was confirmed when neither Hannah nor Pat showed any undue concern when I told them something had cropped up and I would be unable to stay.

"You run along," said Pat.

"There are 69 things we can think of doing without you."

I was back in the house just five minutes before midday and rushed upstairs to change into joggers and tee-shirt. My heart was already beating quickly when, ten minutes later, there was a knock at the door. My heartbeat became faster.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to sell you anything. I've come round for a fuck."

The blue eyes threatened to inflict serious damage on my pounding heart.

I grabbed her arm pulled her into the living room and pushed her onto the sofa before making sure the curtains were fully closed. 

Normally, I have little trouble undoing the buttons of a blouse but clumsy fingers were making hard work of what should have been a simple exercise. Barbara came to my rescue and undid them herself.

Her bra presented less off a problem and pretty soon I had buried my face between Barbara's dream bosoms. She ran her fingers through my hair.

It quickly became apparent that Barbara loved having her tits sucked which was great news for me and probably most of the male heterosexual population. Much as though I was enjoying myself, my need to fuck was almost overwhelming and I told her. She was in a similar frame of mind.

"Do you want to use a condom?" asked Barbara.

"I'm on the pill so there's nothing to worry about there."

Actions speak louder than words and I guided myself into a wet, warm, welcoming, shaven pussy. We both went at it hard and fast and though it was little over five minutes before I blasted off inside her, Barbara, who had orgasmed first, seemed blissfully contented.

Both of us were ready for second helpings almost straight away. As I pushed into Barbara for the second time she asked me a question which nearly put me off my stroke.

"My aunt lives near here. Do you know her? Hannah. Late sixties. A widow."

My thrusting was much slower, more deliberate than it had been earlier. I nearly stopped altogether.

Pale blue eyes must have affected my brain. I responded without thinking.

"Know her? I've fucked her! I've fucked her lots of times. I've licked her cunt and fucked her."

"Tell me about it. Tell me about it when you're fucking me."

I proceeded to give Barbara a blow-by-blow account of my Monday meetings with her aunt and Pat as I resumed my slow steady rhythm. In return I was met by a continual stream of four letter words and several very noisy orgasms. When we had finished, I felt both mentally and physically exhausted. Ten minutes later, for what seemed the first time in hours, my penis was completely limp.

There was an awkward silence as we both dressed. Barbara was the first to speak.

"I misled you earlier. I knew about you and my aunt. And I'm not really a saleswoman."

As she headed for the front door she turned.

"And I'm not on the pill." 



Blue Balls



I suppose that most people are envious of me and would love to have my huge dick. If you don't have one and I mean a really big one, not just 8 or 9 inches erect, that's what I am limp, then you probably have no idea the problems it causes. For instance, I can't sit down on a regular toilet without it hanging down into the water...what a pain. I've had to get one of those thick seats to compensate. And,I can't wear a normal bathing suit... thankfully baggies are now back in style. 

Anyway, for as long as I can remember, I've always stood out in the crowd (no pun intended) in the genital department. The ironic thing is that I'm not a very big guy otherwise. My name is Leonard, I'm almost 5'-10" and have a slight build. I've never been athletic, always preferring to read a book or fiddle with my coin collection. In high school, I was somewhat of a loner and it always embarrassed me when the guys would refer to me as "tripod" in public. You're probably thinking "what's embarrassing about that," but the fact is I didn't date girls, preferring to focus on my studies, and it made me feel self conscious when girls would point in my direction and giggle to one another. 

Before I proceed with what happened my freshman year in college I should probably give you the "details." Although I've gained a few pounds now, when I entered college I was at my full 5'-9 and a half inches tall, but I liked to say 5'-10", weighed in at 135lbs, with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes, and of course glasses. I'm sure the details you are more interested in is that my dick measures 9 inches limp and grows to a whopping 12 inches when I am fully erect. As far as thickness goes, I've always put objects next to it for comparison instead of measuring around it with a measuring tape. While I'm not as thick around as a soda can, I come pretty darn close. It's more like the thickness of a lot of shampoo bottles. I guess that's always been an easy comparison in the shower. 

On to my story... 

I received a full academic scholarship to a well-known university in the South and showed up that first day with a complete "deer in the headlights" look. My roommate, Brad, was a workout freak from Nebraska who always wore his shirts a little too tight to show off his physique. It wasn't long until we were known as "Mutt & Jeff" by everyone in the dorm. The one and only way I gained respect from him was the time he walked in on me dressing. 

"Holy shit Len!" "Do you work that thing out or what? How did you develop such a huge love muscle?" He cried out. 

I got all red in the face and tried to hide myself, but the cat was out of the bag. I suppose that's how it all began with Dawn. Gossip spreads quickly about the new freshmen, but usually its junior and senior guys checking out the incoming girls. 

Dawn was the Captain of the football cheerleading squad and to say she was the ultimate female specimen would be a clear understatement. I had never dated in high school, but I had smuggled a fair share of Playboy magazines into my room and she could have been stacked up against any of the playmates of the month. Dawn was a legitimate 5'-10", which is actually very tall for a cheerleader, considering the way the guys have to lift and throw them. She had a "Barbie" type figure with slim hips, long tan legs that never seemed to end, and big round tits that looked like two grapefruits attached too her slim torso. I've always been attracted to brunettes with brown eyes and Dawn had both with a gleaming white smile that I know made her dentist proud. Of course Shania Twain wasn't even on the scene back then but looking back on it, she had that type of look with an energetic bounce and twinkle in her eyes. 

The first time I encountered Dawn was during freshmen orientation. Someone had arranged for the Cheerleaders to brainwash us into school loyalty and hatred toward the rival University not too many miles up the road. My eyes immediately locked on Dawn, as I'm sure several thousand other horny freshman guys did. Every bounce and thrust of her pom poms had my eyes glued to those fabulous breasts with periodic glances down the length of her golden-brown legs that I'm sure she had worked on all summer. I remember daydreaming about whether her breasts had tan lines and if she covered her perfect ass with a thong bikini when she laid out. I quickly had to stop that thought process because I felt myself getting hard and it was uncomfortable as hell to get a 12 inch hard-on if I hadn't already positioned myself correctly in my pants. 

After the Rah Rah session, I turned around to head back towards my dorm room with my hands in my pockets, to keep the monster headed south, when I heard a female voice call my name, 

"Leonard!" 

Not recognizing the voice I slowly turned and raised my head to see my dream goddess, Dawn, springing towards me as she tried to catch up. As she stopped in front of me, her hair wind blown, but in a perfect sort of way, I uttered a meek sounding, "Hi." 


She was even more perfect up close as she looked slightly down at me with those sparkling doe brown eyes and enrapturing smile. 

"Hey, one of the guys on the team knows your roommate and he said you really didn't have any friends to hang out with yet. How would you like to get the unofficial campus guided tour of all the hangouts?" 

I wanted to pinch myself to see if I was dreaming, alive, or had been transported to heaven and could only manage a wimpy stutter, 

"A a arre ya ya you serious?" 

"Sure," "My names Dawn, by the way." "I'm a senior, but I remember my first week here and how lonely I felt, and well, I hate to see the same thing happen to other students." 

"Great!" I said, slowly getting myself together. "What day and what time?" 

Dawn lips caused my dick to start growing again as I focused on the way her glossy pink lips pursed as she replied. "Tomorrow at 4 o'clock at the rec center, dress casual." 

"I'll be there," I said. 

"O.K. Lenny, I can call you Lenny can't I?" 

I quickly shot out a "Yes, that's fine," when in fact no one had called me Lenny since about the first grade, but I didn't care what she called me. The fact was the Captain of the cheerleaders, Dawn Ashton, was talking to me, a lowly freshman, and a geek at that. 

I was snapped out of my trance by Dawn's melodious voice singing, "See you tomorrow Lenny!" and with a wink, she was turning, her mini cheerleading skirt barely covering her ass, swaying first back and forth and then up and down as she pranced off in the direction of the girls dorm. 

I was in heaven as I plopped onto my bed and thought about what had happened to me. I felt like masturbating right then with the hard-on I was sporting, but decided against it. Who knows, I thought with the way my luck was going, maybe I would score. It would be a first for me. 

As I put all this down on paper, I realize that I should have been a little more skeptical about a popular cheerleader seeking me out, but I was caught up in the euphoria of the moment and the sincerity she portrayed. Little did I know what she had in store for me. 

Classes whizzed by the next day and I hurried back from my two o'clock class to take a shower and get ready for the biggest event of my life.  As I walked on air coming through the door to my room I noticed Brad laying on his bed flipping through a muscle magazine. 

"Hey studly," he said with a smile, "I hear you're meeting up with Dawn today." 

I couldn't believe it. With a student body of over 20,000 students, how does word get around so quickly? 

"That's right," I said, somewhat defensively, "Just an informal get together. She's going to give me a tour of the student hang outs." 

"Well, just be careful," Brad said, "John Payne, the starting linebacker for the football team has a thing for her. I don't think they're officially dating, but I think John is definitely the jealous type." 

Great, I thought as I hopped into the shower, the headlines in the campus paper tomorrow would read, 'Geek gets his ass kicked by jealous gridiron star.' I started lathering up thinking about Dawn and how I'd love to be soaping up those magnificent globes of flesh that bounced up and down with every cheer. I had one hand milking my soapy dick up and down the 12-inch shaft while I used my other hand to soap up and shake my sack and balls. My hands aren't very large and my balls felt like I was handling two baseballs. The truth is, they're more the size of pool balls in a sack that hands down around 6 inches from the bottom of my penis. I stopped just before blowing my load and rinsed off. Don't want to jinx myself, I thought. 

The door suddenly flew open and there was Brad. 

"Hey Len, do you... jeez laweez Len! You could kill someone with that thing." He stood in awe having only previously seen me in an unerect state. "I'd hate to be a gal on the receiving end of that thing. She'd never be able to feel anything but a John Holmes replica dildo after that." 

"What do you want?" I said. 

"Oh, I was just going to tell you not to worry about John. I was just talking with a friend of mine on the phone and he said they broke everything off last week." 

"Thanks," I said, "Mind if I dry off now?" 

"Oh, hey sorry, I just can't get over your appendage. We need to get you in the gym, you could be the ultimate male weapon." He laughed and closed the door. 

I peered at the reflection in the mirror and the reflection I saw was pretty comical. The bulge I was sporting down below was bigger than my biceps. Kind of like the male version of Barbie, I laughed to myself. I decided to wear some khaki shorts, my favorite Calvin Klein black boxers, a preppy white and blue stripe button down shirt and my penny loafers. Somehow I couldn't get into the surfer dude, hip-hop, or jock look. Obviously none of those looks fit me. I felt I looked studious and clean cut. That must be what Dawn sees in me. 

As I approached the student rec center, I saw Dawn standing there looking off in another direction. She had on a tan pair of lycra stretch shorts that hugged and just covered her perfectly rounded butt. Her tan legs stretched down to a pair of three inch heals that would definitely have her looking down at me. But what I noticed most were her breasts. They were pushing hard against the fabric of her top, both out and to the sides. As I got closer I could see the lacey pattern of her bra and the outline of her nipples causing the material to dent outward. I moaned inwardly as I thought how much self control it was going to take to not reach out and grab those two tits and squeeze for all it's worth. 

"Hi Lenny!" Dawn said in her perky voice. "My, you look preppy today. Are you ready for the grand tour?" 

"Ready as I'll ever be." I said, thinking that sounded kind of dumb. 

"Great, let's go!" and with that she thrust her hand through my arm and started off down the path off to the side of the rec center. I immediately felt a hot rush as the side of what must be C or D cups pressed into my arm. She was taller than me with her heels which made me feel like a little boy being pulled along by his mother. Although my mother sure as heck didn't look like this! 

Dawn had her car waiting around back, a flashy red sports car that Daddy must have bought for her. We got in and she gave me the campus tour then proceeded into town to show me other popular spots as well. Whenever I thought she wasn't looking, I would steal glances at those awesome tits and watch as her already short shorts kept creeping up her golden thighs. Finally she pulled into a place she described as "the greatest bar-b-q in the south. I followed her in with my eyes glued to her cute ass. Her shorts were splitting it right up her crack. The lighting had a soft glow, which seemed even softer with the dark paneled walls. As I sat on the bench at our table, I noticed they were soft and bouncy, covered in thick see through plastic. 

Besides the awkward conversation, mainly on my part, lunch was uneventful until I felt a stirring in my groin. Only this didn't feel like the normal stirring, this felt more like a real rubbing. Dawn kept talking in such a matter of fact way that I didn't dare look down to see what was going on. I finally reached down to my groin and was surprised to find a foot! 

I heard laughter and looked up to see Dawn's beaming face, "I just wanted to see what type of rise I could get out of you. You seemed a little uptight Lenny." She winked. 

Well, she was getting a reaction all right, but it was making me more "tense." Lunch ended and I thought our little adventure was over, but Dawn seemed to have other ideas. 

"Where are we going?" I asked 

"Oh, the last place we're going is a special hang-out." 

I left it at that. We drove for about 10 minutes as the last of the sun's rays disappeared behind the moss-covered trees. All of a sudden Dawn slowed and turned off the paved two-lane road onto a dirt road that banked off to the right. The trees grew thicker and after a few hundred yards we came to an open meadow surrounded by trees. The focal point was a small pond. I wondered what she was up to, when she stopped the car and turned off the engine. "Well, this is it." She said 

"This is what?" 

"This is where all the major post-game and post-date make outs take place." She replied. "A lot of freshmen girls will be brought here this fall." 

"What about freshmen guys?" I asked 

"Nah, not too many, only the coolest." Was her reply 

"Wait a second," I said somewhat hesitantly but proceeded anyway. "I..I...really appreciate how kind you've been to me and everything... but no one's ever put me in the category of popular or coolest." 

"Awww don't be modest, Lenny. I think you're kinda cute." 

And with that she turned her body towards me. Curling her legs up under her, Dawn looked at me with those dreamy big brown eyes. Her tits were thrust forward just begging to be fondled. I didn't know what I felt, but it seemed like a mixture of bewilderment, lust, shame, and pride all rolled into one. Here I was, 3 months removed from high school, a virgin and geek, with a total sex goddess, and I had no idea what to say. 

"I...I...I" I stammered. 

"Shhhhhh" her perfect glossed lips pursed as she put her index finger up to them. "Would you like to kiss me?" she whispered. 

Instantly I was caught between two thoughts, the first Duhhhhhhhh, who wouldn't and the second was me with a big "L" above my head for loser, because I could see myself fumbling the ball here big time. Fortunately, Dawn didn't wait for an answer and leaned into me. The hard nipple and cushion of her right breast pressed into my arm. I was frozen in place, but somehow managed to form my lips into something that would resemble a kiss. Her lips pressed into mine and felt strong yet mushy as she stayed pressed up against me. Not knowing what to do, I closed my eyes and tried leaning into her a bit. My cock was rock hard. Fortunately I had on long shorts because I had grown to my full 12 inches and if my shorts were any shorter I would have been sticking out the bottom. She let out an audible "Mmmmm" and moved her lips away from mine, down to my neck and then up to my ear. 

"Do you want the big senior to teach the little freshman how to make out?" she whispered into my ear. Her breath was so hot! 

I let out a gasp, "Uhhhh huuuu" 

"Let me show you how it's done," she hissed and proceeded to stick her hot wet tongue in my ear. 

My hard-on was killer and started raising the slack in my pants up. She moved up on me crushing her tits into my bird chest as she did so. She then began running her right hand through my hair, her manicured nails combing my scalp as she pulled my lips back to her. I held on for the ride as this woman took control and obviously knew what she wanted. Her left hand grabbed my right wrist as she guided it up to her breast. 

"This is what you've wanted to do ever since you saw me, isn't it?" she whispered once again in my ear. 

Was there a correct answer to this I thought. "Uhhhh yeeaah" I stammered. 

"Well go ahead, feel my tits!" 

My dick was absolutely pulsing up and down in a frenzied rhythm. I started squeezing gently and she urged me, "harder...really crush 'em...come on squeeze 'em harder." 

Never having gone this far with a girl before I did what I was told, but was also embarrassed at the scene she might see going on in my shorts.  The head of my dick was almost poking out the end of my shorts. I felt her hand on my knee and then she started moving it slowly up my inner thigh. 

"Oh!" she said, in a somewhat startled voice. 

For a second, Dawn didn't seem to be in control. Possibly because she was surprised to be touching my dick so soon. She was only a few inches up from my knee. Dawn gripped my penis through my shorts, feeling the girth, and slowly made her way up the shaft, squeezing every few inches as she went along. 

"My you're a big boy," she whispered into my ear. 

Her hot voice sent more chills down my arms and legs and caused my dick to jump. I was having trouble with all of the stimulation Dawn was giving me and then she reached my balls and gave a gentle squeeze while simultaneously sticking her pointed tongue into my mouth. 

I opened with a loud "Awwwwwwwwwwwww" as my penis started spasming and shooting stream after stream of cum first in my shorts and then because of my boxers out the loose fitting bottom and all over her dash and floor. She continued to rub and squeeze the front of my shorts driving her tongue in and out of my mouth like she was the one fucking me. 

"Ooooooooooohhh" I continued to moan after the fifth or sixth jet of cum had sprayed out and my cock finally began to recoil and settle down. 

"I...I...I'm sorry about that" I said, thoroughly embarrassed about losing control and blowing my load all over the place. 

"Shhhhhh" she said, pulling my head down to rest on her chest. 

As my head went down I thought I caught a glimpse of a mischievous looking smile. 

"That's O.K., you just got excited that's all. I have that affect on a lot of guys." 

With my head pressed into her tits I thought of the good fortune that had come my way in meeting Dawn. I'm the luckiest guy in the world.  Little did I know what the next four weeks were going to bring. 

"Let's get together again next Sunday night, Lenny," Dawn finally said, breaking me out of my trance. "I think we could have a lot more fun over at my place." 

I couldn't believe it! 

"And Lenny," she added. 

"What?" I asked, still not believing my luck. 

"Don't get off, if you know what I mean, between now and then. I want to see you shoot with everything you've got saved for me... promise?" 

"I promise," I said. 

I couldn't wait for next Sunday and the opportunity to see this hot vixen naked. As I strolled back to the dorm after Dawn dropped me off, the wet stains on my shorts finally dry, I couldn't help but wonder what the catch was. What would a beautiful, popular, senior cheerleader want to do with a geeky freshman? She had felt the size of my dick, but certainly it wasn't just that. Had she heard the rumors about my size before talking with me? 

Looking back on it I should have been more attuned to the fact that the impossible was taking place and there must have been an ulterior motive. But, I was too consumed with a fog of lust and love to think in my typical analytical way. It was going to cost me more than I could have ever dreamed. 

The week flew by quickly with all the activities of the new school year and the returning upper class getting reacquainted after the summer break. I managed to make it to all my classes and only saw Dawn once during the week. As our eyes made contact she winked and gave me her killer smile that melted me from fifty feet, causing me to stumble and drop my books. I squatted down to pick them up and as I raised my head there was Dawn squatting down as well, only she was wearing her cheerleading outfit. My eyes were right in line with her panties since the short skirt from her uniform had ridden up. I stared at her parted golden thighs right down to the V formed with her blue panties. My dick started to immediately harden which was very uncomfortable in this position. 




Blue Balls - A Love Story



Amber Wolcott wasn't your typical cheerleader, which didn't mean she wasn't pretty. No, Amber was a beautiful girl, but not in the way you might expect a cheerleader to be. She wasn't tall, slender, or blond. She didn't hang with the popular crowd. She didn't hang with any particular crowd for that matter. Amber was one of the top ranked students in her class. This was no small feat in a town filled with wealthy, well-to-do parents. Despite her intelligence, Amber didn't gravitate toward the intellectual, book-wormy clique, nor did she outright avoid them. She was one of those rare girls who boys secretly adored and girls of all type grudgingly respected. Even the three senior cheerleaders that made up the most popular clique of hot chicks in high school thought Amber was a cool chick. Although she did not run with the cool crowd, they respected her, and constantly sought out her views on fashion, men, and celebrity gossip.

Physically, Amber was compact, only five feet three inches tall. She had brown hair and big brown eyes. Not thin, and certainly not fat, Amber had a lovely rounded buttocks, the type of lush lower body curves that exist almost exclusively amongst the teenage set. Amber was a virgin and proud of it. In fact, she was somewhat of a prude, although she'd managed to avoid being labeled as such, thanks to her quirky personality and overall feminine mystique. All the boys had to agree that she had to be without question a fantastic lay, though the ones who said they'd had her were quickly branded as liars. Most boys agreed Amber had the best ass in all of school. It was plump in a way that said POW! It could raise the dusty dick of an 85-year-old man, let alone a horny young buck.

Amber worked part time at The Coffee Shop, served as the cafe at NACC (North Atlantic), which served as the local community college. Having just turned 18, Amber was not a whole lot younger than the students who frequented the bookstore. And being attractive as she was, she drew quite a lot of attention from the males in the college. At first, Amber was put off by their aggressiveness, but in time she began to appreciate their brazenness in the way they would ask her out without a second thought. "I'll take a double latte and your phone number," they would say, and Amber would laugh and say she wasn't interested. The boys from the college football team were the worst such offenders. They made passes at her regularly when they would visit the café. Unbeknownst to them, Amber knew them by name, due to her frequent attendance to the games. One would never think such a lovely, feminine girl who wore makeup and fashionable clothing would be into sports, but Amber's father was an NFL season ticket holder. Without a son to share his passion, he turned his attentions to Amber and was thrilled with her interest in the sport. Amber never told him her focus was less on the game itself and more on the rugged bodies of the men who played the sport. 

Like most young women, Amber thought about sex often. But she hadn't met a boy worthy of her affection and was put off by the macho nature of young men. She was never comfortable with society's notion that a man generally takes the lead in a relationship. As the only child of a liberal family, Amber's mom had been very candid with Amber as she grew up. She gave her a number of books to read on the male psyche and anatomy. Amber spent hours studying diagrams of the penis and scrotum, and was quite fascinated. She was especially interested in the idea of blue balls and how she could best utilize a boy's hard-wired need to ejaculate to her advantage. As Amber's self confidence grew throughout her senior year, so did her desire to tease cock. She liked to wear form-fitting clothing to work and enjoyed catching the college boys staring at her ass. As her senior year went on, she began to obsess over the idea of teasing and controlling a boy by controlling the fascinating appendage that hung down between his legs. Something about being 18 gave Amber a sense of confidence she never had before. She was now officially a woman and she became convinced that it was time to find a male subject that was truly worthy of being conquered by her. But there was a caveat: It had to come from love. She had no interest in harming an innocent, albeit animalistic young man. Amber sought a willing male participant for what she had in mind.

In terms of a potential boyfriend, Amber had a number of highly stringent requirements. The boy had to be physically robust. It was a must! After all, what was the point of gaining control over something feeble and unimpressive? The boy had to be good looking, and popular. He couldn't be a pushover - that wouldn't be any fun - but he had to be deeply respectful of women. Otherwise it would be too big of a hassle. Amber made a list of boys that would be worthy targets. It was a very short list, consisting of three boys, all of whom played football for the local junior college. One of the three boys in particular was the ultimate prize. She put a big star next to the boy's name.

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Steve Philmore was the one of the stars of the NACC football team. The rugged running back stood six feet two inches tall and weighed a solid 210 pounds. This made him 100 pounds heavier than Amber. As one would expect, he wasn't a great student by any means. He liked to drink beer, hit on the popular chicks, and play sports. Despite having all the attributes of a dumb jock, Steve had the reputation of being kind-hearted. He might have been cocky, but he never picked on students not as popular or as physically gifted as he was.

Steve had a secret. He absolutely adored the girl at the coffee shop. This presented some problems for him because she didn't fit his image. For one, he knew she didn't attend the college. He also had some concerns that she might not be 18 years old. The girl's name always came up when the football team talked about who they would most like to fuck. The guys would always mention the usual suspects. Then one would inevitably say, "What about that super hot little chick at The Coffee Shop?" A bunch of guys would nod their heads and say, "Yeah I want me a piece of that," "That ass is perfect!" or, "I have asked that little bitch out 17 times and she always says no." Steve would never say a word. He didn't want anyone to know how much he fantasized about her. Not only did he adore her ass. He thought she had a perfect "frontal region" as well and he had an eye for that sort of thing. As a result, Steve spent a lot of time figuring out how he might be able to convince her that he was different than the other guys. He had personally seen three different guys on the team ask her out. Her reaction was always the same. She would smile politely and say, "No thanks." 

Steve usually traveled around the school with a posse of fellow football players and hangers on. Late Monday morning in mid October was a rare exception to the rule. Steve arrived late into school because he had a doctor's appointment that particular morning. When he drove past The Coffee Shop, it occurred to him he wasn't actually a guy. Was there a chance the girl might be working now?

Sure enough, he walked in and there she was, working the counter, looking as beautiful as ever in all black, with the little green apron around her waist.

"Double Latte please," Steve said, trying to remain calm. "Say, don't you have school today or something?"

"It's Columbus Day," the girl said, with a heart melting smile.

What was it about that voice? Steve wondered. It was just so feminine, so right. This girl might be in high school, but carried herself in a more womanly fashion than just about anyone in school. Steve tried to keep his eyes from drifting down and studying her body. It was difficult.

"So, Columbus was a total prick, huh?"

"That's what they say." Again that smile. Steve watched as she turned and went to the machine, giving him a sensational view of her fabulous ass. Suddenly, without warning, she whirled and faced him.

"Nice game the other day. What was up with that fumble though?"

"You—You know who I am?"

"Of course. You're Steve Philmore. 

"That's right. And you're name is?"

"Amber." 

"Do you have a last name?"

"Wolcott."

"Cool." Steve felt his face reddening. Confidence was not something he struggled with, but there was something about the way this girl carried herself. When she turned and handed him the latte, he decided to go for broke." 

"Hey, uh, Amber, what are you doing tonight? Want to get a burger at the mall?"

"Don't you have some hottie to hook up with?" Again the warm smile that conveyed the unusual confidence that Steve associated with actresses and hot news anchors. 

"Yeah, you!" he blurted, and then corrected himself. "I mean, I don't have any expectations you know. Just think it might be fun." Steve cursed himself internally and tried to keep his composure as the girl stared at him as though she had him all measured. Then he remembered something. "Are you, uh, old enough? I know you aren't a student here."

"No, I'm still at Jefferson High," she said. "But you can relax, Steve, I just turned 18."

They said their goodbyes and Amber excused herself for a short break and went back to the ladies room. The smile greeting her in the mirror was as bright and intense as she could ever remember it. She reached into her handbag and pulled out folded slip of paper. It was the list of boys she had chosen as possible worthy males. Her eyes focused on the boy with a star next to his name. It was Steve Philmore, the strapping running back on the boy's football team. Amber felt a calm over her and she redid her makeup. She could not have mapped out a more perfect conversation and perfect behavior on the part of a boy she was interested in. He was so wonderfully awkward. He was obviously well-mannered and not so sure of himself. Yet he was an excellent physical specimen, built like such a man, not like the boys she attended high school with. She took a deep breath and savored the happiness she felt. She was supposed to feel nervous about dating Steve Philmore, but instead she felt a sense of anticipation and delight.

That evening, Amber wore a snug white cotton dress. She put her hair back into a ponytail and applied a sensible amount of makeup, focusing on her big penetrating eyes. She wore a light lip-gloss and a hint of perfume. The dress was cut fairly high, just above the knees, so she made sure to shave her legs thoroughly, not that they needed shaving. She wore designer flip flops and painted her toe nails purple, which was her favorite color, as well as the color she intended Steve's manhood to adopt for the entire evening. 

Steve was blown away when he saw Amber. She dressed casually for their date but everything was in its right place with this girl. She was, without question, the most beautiful girl he had ever dated. Amber was so fashionable and so well put together. It occurred to Steve how much more sophisticated she was than any other girl he'd dated. Yet she still had such a youthful, girlish appearance. 

As they sat down for dinner, Steve asked Amber if she had decided where she was going to college next year. When Amber replied that she had already received early acceptance to an Ivy League school, it caused Steve to break out into a sweat until Amber, reading his mind, told him to relax and said she was no elitist and that she was quite sure knew plenty given that he was two years ahead of her in his studies. "It doesn't matter anyways," she smiled. "Intellectualism is overrated." 

Amber had a casual manner and, although she was better informed than Steve on almost any topic, she didn't go out of her way to make him feel dumb. Steve began to feel more comfortable. He also found himself agreeing with Amber on almost every subject. Normally Steve was the aggressor with women, but he found himself holding back with Amber. He also discovered that he was more turned on than he'd ever been on a first date.

At some point, the conversation turned to palm reading of all subjects. Amber asked Steve to present his large hand. She took her finger and began tracing it around the different grooves in his hand, explaining what each line meant. Steve's penis, which had been pressing against his pants for much of the meal, now felt like it was going to poke a hole in his boxer briefs. She had such a casual way of touching him.

"What's-a-matter?" she said. "You seem, like, out of breath."

"It's nothing," he sputtered. And she went back to tracing his hand and driving him nuts.

Later as they walked around the mall, they talked about football. Steve told Amber how he was going to rush for over 150 yards in this Saturday's game. Amber looked up at him with those big eyes and said, "only 150? Don't you want to do better than that for me?"

"Well, yeah, how about 200, but it's my final offer," Steve quipped.

"Atta boy," Amber said and she gave Steve a playful pat on his behind. He never in his wildest imagination would have allowed a girl to do that.

Amber casually put out her hand and gave Steve a look of expectation. Steve thought it was odd on a first date, but he proudly held her hand as they walked around. Steve imagined he was the envy of every red-blooded male in the entire mall. Later, when they stopped at a women's shoe store, she asked Steve to help him put shoes on. Steve hesitated.

"Come on," she said laughing. "Be a gentleman and help a lady out." She straightened a leg out and practically put one of her tiny feet in Steve's face. He found himself on his knee, sliding Amber's heels on. He looked up and suddenly had a marvelous view up Amber's skirt. He saw a flash of pink lace between her legs and nearly lost it.

"Are you looking up my skirt?" asked Amber, laughing, and squeezing her legs together.

"No, of course not," he said. Then he smiled, "Ok, maybe a little bit. But where else am I supposed to look?"

Amber stuck her foot out and before he could react, she ever so gently tapped his crotch with the foot, the tip of her shoe making solid contact with the tip of his penis. "No peaking, Stevie," she said with a smile. 

"Oh. Sorry."

"It's ok. I know you can't help yourself."

Amber felt a sheer thrill as she felt her shoe make unmistakable contact with Steve's penis. It was a brazen gesture on her part, but her intuition told her it was the perfect move for the moment.

The exchange was still buzzing inside Steve's head as they headed back to his car. He had begun to notice a dull persistent pain in his groin. Amber had been driving him so crazy that he was starting to get a bad case of blue balls. His emotions were going in a million different directions. A part of Steve felt used and frustrated by Amber. But another part of him felt totally enchanted by her. It became clear to him that Amber knew exactly what she was up to. He vowed to be patient and play along. Play through the pain, Steve-o, he said to himself.

Amber knew that Steve was well aware he was being teased. And to her that was just fine. Things were going just perfectly. She was having a great time. She could sense Steve's cognitive dissonance and it gave her great pleasure. In fact, she felt the tiniest trickle of moisture between her thighs. Of course, being turned on felt wonderful to her; it didn't incur the pain that a boy like Steve must feel and she was grateful for that. She wondered what it must be like for Steve, having that clumsy organ between his legs. Judging from his actions, it was clearly awkward for him.

When they arrived back at Steve's SUV, he decided it was time to make his move. He leaned across the seat with the intention of kissing her on the mouth, but before he could she pushed him away. 

"Whoa, settle down big boy," she said. "This is just a first date. Do you take me for a slut or something?"

"Oh, what's the big deal Amber?" said Steve. "You've been teasing me all afternoon. Don't you want me?"

"I think you'd better take me home," said Amber. "You've got the wrong idea about me."

Steve had the mind to say something on the ride home, but he figured it was best to keep his mouth shut. When they got in front of her house, Amber wordlessly got out of the car. "I'm sorry, Amber."

"I'm sure you are."

That night, Steve burned for Amber. As soon as he got home, he raced upstairs and masturbated. He had to relieve the tremendous pressure that had built up in his balls. He couldn't stop thinking of her tracing his palm with her little finger, and sticking her little foot gently between his legs. It took him no time at all to come. The quantity of his load was tremendous. He spurted over a dozen times, eventually overwhelming the inadequate tissue he held in his free hand and dribbling his seed all over the rug. Amber had kept him so pent up that his big balls had been aching to rid themselves of a heavy load. 

Two days later, Amber was wrapping up at The Coffee Shop. She had spent much of the day in a foul mood, which for her meant she was stoic and contemplative. She had expected to hear from Steve the day after she rejected his advances and when he didn't call she feared she had gone overboard. She consoled herself with the fact that there would be other boys that would be willing to accept her terms. Then again, there was something so raw and awkward and lovely about the NACC's star running back. She sighed at the thought of the big fish that got away. The Coffee Shop was nearly empty and so she began wiping down the display case, preparing for closing. Halfway through, she felt a tap on the shoulder and there was Steve Philmore. 

"Hey, I wanted to apologize for the other night, Amber. You just don't know what you do to me. Or maybe you do," he said. "I couldn't help myself."

Despite being caught temporarily off guard, Amber had been prepared for this. "It's ok," said Amber, in as aloof a voice as she could muster. "I'm probably not the right girl for you, Steve," she said. "I'm not going to fawn over you just because you're the big football star. If you're looking for a slut, you need to look elsewhere," she said very sincerely and not unkindly. 

"I know you aren't too impressed with me," said Steve. "And I love- I mean I like it. I like the way you handle me," he said with remarkable honesty.

Amber felt like she was going to burst with delight on the spot, but she kept her composure. "I thought you did. I mean, that was the sense I got. But then you kind of acted like a jerk at the end of the night and I didn't really get it." 

"I just, well, uh, I don't know."

Amber turned and faced Steve. She didn't want to miss this priceless moment when this big, strong stud struggled to communicate what was so difficult to communicate. "Go ahead. I'm listening."

"It's just that I got really excited and I thought maybe you were sending me some signals and it, uh, hurt me down there."

"I know."

"You do?"

"Of course I do," she said, crossing her arms beneath her perfect breasts and smiling. "Don't you see I was testing you? But that doesn't mean I'm not interested in a relationship with you. It just means that I do things on my terms and my terms only."

"I understand."

"Do you? I'm not so sure you do yet."

"Well, give me another chance and I can prove it to you."

"How can I be sure you won't get all macho again and try to touch me without my permission?"

"I promise I won't."

"If you do it again, I won't be able to see you anymore. I have a two strike policy, you know."

"You are- something else." Steve smiled.

"I know. But a part of you really likes it, I think." Amber let her eyes drift downward and then she met Steve's eyes and smiled challengingly. 

"I really want to see you again."

"Okay, but you know now that all the physical stuff is up to me, and that's just the way it has to be for me. You get that right?"




Blue Balls - A Love Story



"Yes," Steve said rapidly. "I just like being around you, making you happy."

"I thought you did," said Amber. "Well then, I forgive you for your behavior the other night. You just got confused. How would you like to get together tonight and I could tease you some more?"

"Ok," said Steve, his breath coming in short quick gasps.

"Here's the thing," said Amber. "Tomorrow is your football game, and I don't think it will be good for you to lose energy. Do you think you can control yourself if I tease you tonight?"

"I think so."

"You know what I mean, don't you?" said Amber. Then before he could reply, she spelled it out for him. "No ejaculations tonight." 

Steve could hardly believe his ears. There was something so diabolical and sublime about this high school girl. Namely, she was no girl. She had the wisdom of a woman twice her age. "Ok."

"Did you like when I said that?"

"In a way I guess."

"Try to wrap your mind around it. The more you enjoy it, the happier I'll be and you want me to be happy, right?"

"Yes, very much." 

"Good. I think we're beginning to figure each other out. You should see how cute you look when you blush, Steve."

Amber was on a role and so she reached out and took Steve's arm. "Look at me when I speak to you. I intend to get you as excited as possible. Consider it our little game."

"Alright," he said.

"Good boy. Remember, no touching me without my permission. Got it?"

"I guess, but you're so damn adorable that's going to be tough," he said.

"Thank you. Since I know you feel that way, then I hope that means you'll respect my wishes. Now wait outside and let me finish up. It just so happens my parents are on vacation and I have my place to myself. Isn't that convenient? Would you like to come over and watch a movie with me?"

As Steve waited outside in his truck, he had a strange feeling that he couldn't quite put his finger on. Why should he allow her to string him along so openly like this? He had no idea, but the idea was oddly appealing to him. She was so wonderfully authoritative. He had never been this excited to spend time with a girl before.

Steve waited in the living room of Amber's family's spacious home while she changed into a pair of tight-fitting pink sweatpants and a white cotton t-shirt. Steve marveled at her incredible curves. His penis became instantly erect and the pain began anew. He made no attempt to hide it and felt an odd sense of liberation despite the pain as they made some popcorn and sat in front of the TV. 

"You look awfully happy to be here," said Amber, glancing down again at Steve's tented crotch area.

"That's for sure," Steve said, blushing fiercely.

"Would you like to take your pants and underpants off?" suggested Amber. "Would that make you feel more comfortable?"

"Yes." 

Steve pulled removed his pants and underpants as Amber watched. Out of respect for Amber, he kept his back to her and prepared to get under the covers to keep some modesty.

"Come stand in front of me. I want to see it." She folded her legs Indian-style on the couch and pointed to the spot in front of her.

Steve turned and approached the girl he couldn't get enough of. He knew he was pretty well endowed and like most virile young men, he was proud of his assets. He quivered with excitement. Never could he have imagined such a scenario.

"Wow," said Amber, admiring his shaft, which stood at full attention and pointed at the ceiling. She had seen many erect penises in books, on the Internet and in videos, but it was nice to see one in person. 

"You have a beautiful penis, Steve, just like I thought you might." Amber said. "Come closer. I want to inspect you." 

"Thank you," he mumbled, his mind swimming. He felt as though Amber had him under some kind of spell. He wanted her so badly, but mostly he just wanted to be with her. He wondered if he was in love. He was pretty sure he was.

Amber appraised Steve's penis and scrotum. She felt absolutely triumphant having the most popular, hottest stud in the entire town standing in front of her naked, while she retained her dignity in casual clothing. His penis was magnificent. It had to be over eight inches long. It was circumcised and the head was shades of pink and purple. The tip glistened with a drop of pre-cum. She reached out and weighed his balls in her fingers. They were heavy. She pulled them very gently away from his body. This caused his stiff cock to point directly at her. She looked up at him and noticed the far-away look in his eyes. Better release him before he loses control, she thought. He sighed deeply as she let go of him. 

Amber smiled knowingly. "Sit," she said. Steve sat next to her and she turned and leaned against the side of the couch. She draped her feet over his lap. "Why don't you use those big strong hands of those to massage my feet, Steve? I'm tired after standing in the shop all day."

Steve looked down at her lap, laid out on the couch. Her pussy was so beautifully defined in her tight sweatpants. He felt himself salivate with desire as he looking longingly at it. 

Amber lifted her foot and gave Steve's hard-on a gentle backhanded kick. Not enough to cause Steve any pain, just enough to get his mind on his business. "Wake up, Steve. I told you to focus on my feet. Listen to me when I tell you to do something."

Steve took his eyes away from her sweet biscuit and reached out to take her foot in his hands. "Yes Amber," he said, practically in a hypnotic state.

Amber laughed. "That's better. Oh, that feels good. That's it. Use those big strong hands. Good boy." Amber hoped her panties would hold the moisture she felt trickling from her vagina. She took a deep breath and urged herself to show control, the type of control that made her a woman and not a man ruled by animalistic desires. 

Once the massage was over, Amber had Steve start the movie. Then she sat next to him and began rubbing his thigh. She ran her hand up and down the inside of his thigh. Steve moaned and spread his legs. This enabled Amber to rub all the way up to the point where her thigh met his crotch. As she did, the back of her fingers made the lightest contact with Steve's tight balls. She ran her hand up and down his thigh for a minute or so. The pace of Steve's breathing increased.

As Amber rubbed his leg so tantalizingly close to his penis, Steve felt a tingling in his chest he had never felt before in all of his sexual relations. The pleasure was almost overwhelming to him. Despite the fact that she was barely touching his balls, he felt the beginnings of an incredibly intense orgasm.

Suddenly Amber stopped and took her hand away. "You have a game tomorrow, Stevie. I think you need to cool off. There's an ice pack in the freezer. If you have a good game, maybe things will be different tomorrow night. Ok?" She gave him a big smile. This was fun!

Steve was once again disappointed, but he knew better than to defy her. "I've never felt anything like that," he said catching his breath.

"I'll take that as a compliment," Amanda said, and then she began stroking his chest hairs, working him back into a lather. "Shouldn't I?"

"Yes."

"Say 'yes Ma'am,'" she said, now tweaking his nipple.

"Yes Ma'am," he said. 

"Good boy," she laughed. "Now go get the ice pack and bring it back here. I want to watch you ice it down."

Amber eyed Steve's ass as he walked away. This was beyond her wildest expectations. Everything felt so easy and natural to her. She had a big strapping man and her beck and call and this was only the beginning. She licked her lips and pondered her next step. 

XXXXX

The next day Steve had his best game ever. He carried the ball 27 times for 216 yards. His team pulled out a thrilling 34-31 win, and Steve was the hero. After the game, Amber walked out onto the field and gave him a big hug. He picked her up and gave her a big kiss on the cheek. Amber felt his power as he lifted her off the ground. And to think how easily I'm able to control him with nothing more than the little gap between my legs, she thought. 

After the game, a bunch of the boys wanted to go party, but Steve couldn't go.

"What the fuck?" said Ed the QB.

"It's that Coffee Shop chick," said the outside linebacker. "That hot little chick has got him by the balls."

If only you knew, thought Steve.

That night, Steve found himself back at Amber's. Like before, he was exposed on the couch, only this time Amber had him strip completely naked. She wore a little skirt and a t-shirt. 

She spent nearly an hour stroking his inner thigh and driving him nearly insane. Then she took the next step, tickling running her fingers lightly up and down his shaft. Steve's penis leaked a tremendous amount of clear fluid. She used the pre-cum as a lubricant and made a ring with her thumb and forefinger, stroking him with more intensity, while studying the way he sat compliantly, totally hypnotized with the tiniest effort. When it looked like he was going over the edge, she would stop and stroke his chest hair.

Although he was frustrated, Steve experienced incredibly intense pleasure. Amber was clearly enjoying herself, and he felt fortunate to be able to entertain such a beautiful, intelligent girl. More than once, he opened his mouth to tell her he loved her, but he held back. 

"Such a good, obedient boy," Amber mused, breaking a long stretch of silent teasing.

"Thanks, Amber."

"How would you like to please me?" asked Amber quite suddenly.

"What do you mean?" gasped Steve.

"Lie down on the floor, face up," said Amber.

Steve did as he was told. Amber pulled up her skirt and folded it neatly above her waist. She wasn't wearing panties. There it was, as beautiful as Steve had imagined. Her pubic hair was trimmed very neatly into a perfect triangle. Her pussy was glistening. Steve felt his salivary glands open up as she crouched down over his face until her pussy was a few inches away from his mouth. 

"Kiss it," she said.

Steve picked up his head and began kissing Amber's wet vagina. 

"Use your tongue," Amber said, her voice getting husky. "Worship me." 

As instructed, Steve tongued Amber's vagina in a way he had never worshipped a girl's pussy in his entire life. He thrust his tongue deep inside her. He sucked and licked and kissed her until his mouth and especially his tongue was numb. 

Once Amber got used to Steve's tongue, she grinded her crotch down on his mouth with some serious force. She became a wild woman. Amber coated Steve's face with copious amounts of her juices. She moaned and squealed with no concern for who might be listening. It was probably a good thing her parents' house was on a large wooded property. Finally, she had enough.

She stood and pulled her skirt back down. 

"Go wash your face. I'll meet you in the bathroom."

Steve walked off to the bathroom. His dick was harder than it had ever been before. He felt the taste of Amanda's vaginal juices deep in his throat and inside his nasal passage. He smiled at the mirror and saw that he had pubic hairs stuck in his teeth. He felt so used by her, and he was surprised with how pleased he was with the situation. 

Amber came up behind him. With one hand, she reached between his legs from behind and pulled down his balls. With the other hand, she reached around his hip and took firm hold of his penis. She must have lubed up her hands before she came in, because Steve could feel the wonderful slickness as she stroked him. With some tugging, she pulled him over to the toilet and instructed him to lean forward and put his hands on the back of the toilet.

"You have my permission to ejaculate, but I want to see you do it like a stallion," she whispered in his ear. "Don't hold back, but don't, under any circumstances, fuck my hand. I will set your tempo." 

Steven shivered as she pumped him. She had a very slow, very precise style. Her little thumb was tucked perfectly under his shaft and the feeling was amazing. He could feel something come over his body. An orgasm built up inside him the likes of which he had never experienced. It built from his loins but it took over his entire. His nipples and his asshole and his toes all buzzed simultaneously. He could feel the hair on his head tingle. 

Amber's strokes became longer and faster. With her other hand, she tickled his balls. "I knew you wouldn't last long," she cooed. "It just took a little wrist action."

Steve broke down. He made a noise that sounded something like "Nnnnnngchhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaachhhhhhh." Sperm sprayed out like an out-of-control fire hose. Amber had been pointing for the toilet, but she decided to let him spurt wildly. Make it as memorable as possible for him, she thought. Semen splattered on the wall, the floor and the back of the toilet. Steve felt his knees give way, and he crumbled to the floor. Amber went for the ride down to the floor with him and continued to pump away until she was sure every drop had been milked from her big stud. She wrapped her arm around his massive chest and pinched his nipple, as he writhed. When he finally began to settle down, she held his penis tightly and gently squeezed his pectoral muscle. "That's it," she said. "Good job."

When Steve finally caught his breath, he turned and put out his arms, indicating he wanted to hold Amber. She nodded at him with a smile and allowed herself to be held. 

"I-I love you," Steve whispered.

"I know," Amber replied. 

XXXXX

After that, Steve and Amber were with each other on a daily basis. On most days, Amber kept Steve pent up and did not allow him to orgasm. She convinced him that his orgasms would not be special unless she spaced them out for him and that it would make him happier in the long run. Steve struggled mightily, but so enthralled with Amber was he that he didn't dare put up a fight. After he fumbled the ball in a key late season game, Amber gave him the worst blue balls of his life that night. "I know you were hoping to get your rocks off tonight, but you know I'm going to have to deny you, right?" was how she put it.

"It hurts so much," Steve said. 

"If a bigger, stronger player tackles you, then I will never be disappointed in you, Steve. But when you don't protect the football with two hands, it's a mental mistake and we can't have that. You're too good for that, Steve." 

"Yes, I understand," said Steve. 

Amber released his swollen cock from her grasp. "Get some ice, Steve."

Steve walked to the kitchen, his mind swimming, hunched over in pain. He wanted to reach down and finish the job Amber had started, but he didn't dare defy his girlfriend. Making her happy was his only priority. Also, he had to admit that he seemed to play his best games when he was pent up. Mental toughness, he said to himself. 

After a tough football game in mid November, in which Steve rushed for 104 tough yards against the best defense in the league, Amber invited him over to her place that night. Steve's buddies all wanted to go out boozing but Steve was spoken for. 

"I want to play a game," said Amber, as Steve sat naked next to her on the couch. Amber, for her part, was only wearing a bra and a slinky, lacy dress/slip that barely covered her midsection. She flipped it up briefly to show Steve that she was wearing nothing beneath the little slip. The sight of Amber's perfect vagina drove Steve crazy with desire. He could feel himself salivate involuntarily at the site of it.

"You just had a good game. But remember, my needs come first. She opened a bag that she'd brought downstairs. Inside was a pair of handcuffs.

"Now, Steve, I want to play a wrestling game with you. But face it. You're so much bigger and stronger than me that I deserve a few advantages. She stuck her finger out and began to tickle the underside of Steve's stiff penis. "Put your hands behind your back."

Once she had his hands secured, she said. "Now, let's wrestle. If you win, I'll give you the best orgasm of your life. If I win, well, I think you can figure it out."

The two tumbled on the floor. Steve tried to protect himself with his legs. He figured if he could get Amber in some kind of leg lock, he might be able to get her to submit. She was quick and agile though. He couldn't help but admire her as she circled him and tried to find a way in. She had a big smile on her face. Her scent was a distraction to Steve. Why did she always smell so fucking good? And those legs and thighs were so lovely. 

Amber felt that it was necessary for her to establish her physical dominance over Steve. That was the entire point of this exercise. She wanted to get a little bit rough with him to help reinforce her point. He might not like the results, but he would gain a better understanding of her inherent superiority.

With that, she moved forward and went in for the kill. Steve was ready though. He stuck out his foot and planted it into her navel. Amber stumbled backwards and fell on her ass. 

Steve sat up. "I'm sorry!" 

Amber stood and clutched her stomach, pretending as though she was hurt. Then, without warning, she stepped forward with surprising quickness and planted her foot in Steve's open groin. Steve felt her little foot pin his penis and balls against his groin and he squeezed his ass in surprise. He began to pivot away from her, but she went with him. Steve suddenly became more aware of the enjoyable pressing against his groin. He looked up at Amber and caught the most beautiful sight of her vagina. He began to relax his body. 

Amber released her foot from his groin and dropped down, pinning Steve's shoulders with her knees. Steve was no longer moving, and that far off look had come over him. Amber promptly slid her knees down and surrounded his face with her thighs. As Steve lay docile, she slid even further forward so her asshole was positioned over Steve's mouth and nose. Still, he didn't move a muscle. The message was clear to both of them. Amber wiggled her hips until she felt her rosebud push snugly up against Steve's nose. 

"Smell," she said.

She felt Steve take a deep inhalation. She turned and noted that his cock was pointing to the ceiling.

"Good boy." She slid backward, so that her vagina now forced its way onto Steve's mouth. 

"Well? What are you waiting for?"

Steven sucked on Amber's pussy as instructed. At first she told him to lick her with light, steady tongue-strokes, but soon she pressed down on him and gave him careful, detailed instructions. "Take my labia in your lips. There. Now nuzzle me in your mouth. Use your tongue. Suck harder. Perfect!" Amber became a wild woman, grinding against his face ferociously. "Eat my fucking cunt, boy!" she shouted. "Eat it! Suck my pussy! Suck it! Yes, yes, YES!" Amber had the most spectacular, satisfying orgasm of her young life. The harder she pressed, the louder she commanded him, the better it felt. With one final hip gyration, she wiped herself off on his face. 

She stood. "I suppose you want to orgasm now," she said, looking down at Steve, his red face glistening with her juices.

"Yes, please," he said. 

Amber loved how polite he was. But she had a point to make. "Steve, do you trust that I know what's best for you?"

"Yes, Ma'am," he said.

"Then you'll have to trust my decision to deny you right now, ok?"

Steve felt some rage within, but he also felt more turned on then he ever had in his life. He really believed Amber knew best. Plus, something just felt so right about obeying her. He could feel his sexual energy just radiating throughout his body. 

"Ok, Amber," he said. "Your wish is my command."

"Good boy," she said, hands on hips, legs spread, her satiated cunt mocking him from above. "I'm more proud of you than I ever have been before.

"Thanks, Amber."

"Go get the ice and I'll help you cool off."




Blue Balls - A Love Story



When he returned, she sat him on the couch and iced him until he was flaccid. "I think your training is going really well," she said. "How does it feel to sacrifice your needs for my pleasure?" she asked.

"It hurts a lot physically, but I think it feels great in my head," he said. "I can't believe how good it feels." 

"Good, because I love having so much power over a big stud like you," she smiled, patting him on the head. "And I won't let anything bad ever happen to you, sweetie. I love you so much. You know that, right?"

Steve began to heave involuntarily with sobs. "I love you, more than anything, Amber."

With that, Amber knew she had established complete supremacy over Steve. It was time to take one final step to help galvanize their relationship once and for all. 

XXXXX

On a Friday in December, Amber's parents were home so the two of them drove out to a hidden spot in an abandoned wooded area outside of town. They met there from time to time. As was their custom, Steve lowered his pants so that Amber could handle him as she wished. It was then that Amber pulled the device out of her pocketbook. 

"What is it?" asked Steve.

"It's a harness for your penis and balls," said Amber very matter-of-factly. "I think you'll find it quite exciting," she said, smiling at him.

"I don't know, Amber," was all Steve could come up with.

"Relax," she said flashing him a knowing smile. "Don't you trust that I know what's right for you?"

"Yes, Ma'am," Steve didn't even realize he was using the word until it had escaped his lungs."

"Ma'am. I think I could get used to that." She smiled again and gave his scrotum a playful little pinch. She held the loose skin between her thumb and forefinger and tugged on it gently. When she knew she had his undivided attention, she spoke: "Now, this harness will give me complete control over your penis, which I think we both agree is a good thing. It's designed to prevent you from masturbating without my supervision. Here, let me put it on for you." 

Steve did masturbate regularly when he wasn't around Amber and alarm bells were going off in his head, but once she started attaching it to his most sensitive organ, he could only sit back and watch. She was having difficulty though.

"The thing about this device is that it prevents you from achieving a full erection. But I can't put it on until the penis is flaccid. Good thing I thought ahead and brought an ice pack." She pulled the device away and placed the ice on Steve's groin. "Let me know when you've cooled off a bit," she chuckled.

Steve thought about what was to take place. Suddenly he felt very fearful. "Amber, I don't know if I'm ready for this."

Amber gave him a hurt look. "So, I guess being able to masturbate is more important to you than our relationship? Huh."

Steve frowned. She made an excellent point. "Well, maybe I'll just try it out, I guess."

"Good boy," Amber smiled. "This device will teach you to think more with your big head, than your little one," she joked. 

Why did he like it when she belittled him like that? It was a great mystery to Steve. "Ok Amber, I think I'm ready," he said after a few minutes. 

Amber pulled the ice away and Steve was flaccid. "Good. I'd better work fast though. I know how my big stud can be so excitable." 

Amber attached the harness with the clinical precision of a doctor. It snapped shut around the base of his cock and balls with a note of finality. The clear plastic casing surrounded Steve's now flaccid penis quite snugly. It also had what appeared to be some kind of small battery attached to the base of the unit, along with thin electrical wiring running throughout the structure of the device. Amber had clearly purchased a serious piece of hardware. "That ought to take care of you," smiled Amber.

Steven found that it fit quite comfortably. He started to get excited at the prospect of Amber controlling him like this. Then he felt a dull pain as his penis failed to expand to its full eight inches. He made a sour face. "Aw, Amber, it hurts," he said.

"That's ok," she said. "It's supposed to do that when your erections get out of hand." She rubbed his stomach. "It's ok, Stevie, you'll get used to it."

"I don't know, Amber," he said.

"I think it's time you start calling me Miss Amber, Steve. Or I suppose Ma'am is fine as well." She continued rubbing his stomach. "Don't you think so?"

"Ooof, Am- Miss Amber, I don't know," he said again, feeling the pain in his penis as it tried to gain erection but was rudely denied by Amber's harness. He felt conflicting emotions. On the one hand, he hated not having the opportunity to play with himself when he wanted to, but on the other hand he found it incredibly erotic what Amber had done to him. He felt so outsmarted, so used, and it was such a turn on!

"Face it, Steve," she said, getting down to business. "You need training and discipline. Track is coming up. And baseball season soon after. By controlling your masturbatory habits, I'm going to make you a much more focused athlete," she smiled again.

"But when do I get to take it off?"

"Don't worry about that," she said. "I will make that decision." She dangled a key off her little pinkie finger and smiled. "Face it, Steve," she said. "I've got you wrapped around my little pinkie finger."

Steve made a sour face and turned away, looking off into the woods. Then, he heard Amber's melodic voice. "Look Steve, if you really want, I can give you the key back and I can take you home. I totally understand. There would be no hard feelings." Inside, Amber was praying she hadn't gone too far.

"No," Steve said in a defeated tone. "I love you, Miss Amber. And I know that you know what's best for me."

Amber felt like she was going to explode with happiness. Victory was hers. He had seen the light. No need to hold back now. "I love you too, Steven," she said, tucking her fingers underneath his chin and kissing him on the cheek. "Now do you notice how even though you are much bigger and stronger than me, not to mention older, you are accepting me as your superior?"

"Yes Miss Amber."

"Call me, Ma'am when I lecture you. Otherwise in normal conversations you can call me Miss Amber."

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Good boy. You realize that since I have complete control of your penis, I have a tremendous amount of power over you?" 

Steve took a deep breath as the realization of her words hit him. "Yes, Ma'am."

"Excellent," she said, releasing his chin. "Now there are a couple of features that give me additional control over you. Besides being able to control your orgasms, I have a remote control that enables me to deliver a small electric shock to your scrotum, or to the underside of your penis. Let me demonstrate."

Amber pulled a small rectangular device from her purse and hit a button. Steve felt a sharp wave of pain in his balls. It was enough to make him squeeze his thighs together and reach instinctively for his groin. "That's the pain feature," said Amber. She clicked another button and Steve felt an exquisite jolt of pleasure in his dick. This was followed by pain as his penis attempted to expand but was stopped by the belt.

"Ha ha, you see that will cause you some initial pleasure, followed by pain," Amber said. "That will enable me to easily tease you with the simple press of a button. Isn't that great?"

"I don't know."

"That wasn't the answer I was looking for." Amber laughed and pressed the pain feature. Steve again doubled over. "Look, Steven," she said. "We both know that you enjoy being dominated by me, right?" she smiled again.

"Yes.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Good. I might use the remote from time to time as a way of reinforcing my superiority as the need arises. We're still in your training phase. I expect you to make mistakes, but these mistakes need to be corrected. The remote control makes it easy and convenient for me. I can literally discipline you with my little pinkie finger. She held her pinkie over the punishment button, and Steve winced as he prepared for the jolt, but Amber had made her point. She placed the remote back in her purse. "Now lie back in your seat. All this talk has got me horny." 

"When will I get to come, Miss Amber?"

"Assuming you please me, let's shoot for one week. But I have to warn you not to nag me when you are feeling horny. Begging will only lead to further orgasm denial."

With that, Amber stepped across the car and squatted down on Steve's face. She rode him hard and fast until she was totally satisfied. 

When he drove her home, she made a point of telling her how nice it felt to be able to come when she felt like it. Steve could only smile when he thought of how devious she was. Then, his cock pressed against the cage and the pain of his blue balls surged in his lower stomach, and he again had doubts that he was doing the right thing.

When he dropped her off, she turned and gave him a warm hug and a passionate kiss. "I love you, Steve. I'm not ready for sex yet, but you should know that when I am, you're the man I want inside of me. Keep that in mind when you feel like you're suffering. I know you can do it." 

The next week was incredibly difficult for Steve. Amber was busy with exams and didn't pay Steve too much attention. 

When the week was up, they went back to their favorite spot in the woods. Amber wore a white blouse, a casual black miniskirt and flip flops. Steve stared at her thighs and waited for her to tell him what they were going to do. 

"You have the most amazing body, Amber."

"Thanks, and I know. You probably want to get some relief, don't you?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

Without further delay, Amber unfastened Steve's pants and freed his penis. She sat in the driver's seat and made him stand on the ground next to the track with his back to her.

"Spread your legs," she ordered.

Just as she did in the bathroom, she reached around him with her left hand and gripped his penis. With her right hand she reached between his legs and grabbed his balls.

"Wow, your balls are full, just the way I like them. This shouldn't take long."

Steve could only grunt. His entire focus was on the pleasure he was experiencing between his legs. Never before Amber had his penis been so sensitive, his pleasure so full-bodied. Her hand had this magic quality. The knuckles of her slender little fingers seemed to find the most sensitive spots and pressure points on his penis. Her wrist moved rhythmically and relentlessly. He didn't know how it was possible, but she actually touched him more effectively than he touched himself, despite the amount of practice he had over the years.

Amber couldn't stop smiling as she stroked him. All it took was a few flicks of her wrist and she could see the effect. She had to give herself credit for the reading she had done. She marveled at her own effortlessness. It occurred to her that she might have a gift. "That's it! Let yourself go, Steven." Amber had to hold him tightly as he went into full blown convulsions. She leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "Do you like the way I milk you, Steven?"

"Y-ohhhhhgggggchhhh. YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!" was Steve's reply.

Amber's prideful smile deepened as she finished pumping the last few drops of Steve's semen onto the forest floor. The powers of the vagina could not be understated. She continued her milking motion, squeezing Steve's thick penis, firmly in her palm and ringing him out like a prized Holstein. When his spasms subsided and his erection deflated, she made him turn around and face her so she could lock him back in his harness. Then she ordered him to his knees and laughed as he complied without delay. "So obedient. I like that. Kiss my feet as a thank you for allowing you to orgasm."

Without a word, Steve got down and worshipped the young woman who now controlled him. 

"Good boy. You're learning. Your next orgasm will be in a week."

"Miss Amber, I don't know if I can take it. It's really hard."

"No it's not," she said, laughing at her own joke. She reached down and patted him on the head. 

After a few days, Steve was again desperate. He wasn't used to such infrequent sexual activity. On a Saturday, he met Amber at the mall for lunch, per her request. He could not take his mind off his need. It didn't help that Amber was wearing those dark pants that showed off her mind-blowing lower body. 

"Miss Amber, I'm sorry to bother you, but my balls are killing me. Any chance we could move things up?"

"Hold on," Amber said, as she sipped a milkshake. She reached into her pocketbook and suddenly Steve felt a jolt in his scrotum. His legs pinched together in pain and his hands instinctively went to his crotch.

"Does that answer your question?" Amber asked, smiling.

"Sorry," he said.

"Oh, you're about to be very sorry," she said. She held the remote in front of her so he could see. "What did I tell you about bugging me for orgasms?" she said, again pressing the punishment button. 

"Ugh, Sorry, Ma'am. You said not to do it!"

"Whose controls Steve's penis?" she asked, pressing the button again.

"Y-UGH! You do," he said. Despite the pain he felt, Steve found the whole thing incredibly erotic, the way Amber just toyed with him. He could feel his submission to her expanding and his heart pumping with a desire to please her.

"Look at you," she smiled. "I think you enjoy being punished by me."

"I am," he admitted, "but it hurts."

"It's supposed to hurt," she said pressing the punishment button again. "Otherwise you'll never learn."

"Yes! I promise I'll learn, Ma'am." he groaned, smiling as he felt himself submitting mentally to the new center of his life.

"You like being my penis puppet?" she said, placing her finger on the punishment button.

Steve looked at her perfectly manicured finger, ready to jolt his world again. 

"Yes Ma'am," he said.

"Good boy," she laughed. Then without warning, she pressed the pleasure button and Steve felt the most wonderful sensation come over him, followed by pain.

"Oh, Sorry, Ma'am," he said.

"Sorry is not going to cut it. Say 'I'm Miss Amber's faithful penis puppet."

"I'm Miss Amber's faithful penis puppet."

She pressed the pleasure button again. "That's right. Let your aching balls be a reminder of your status," she said. "I hope for your sake you can find some ice at school," she laughed. "Is there anything else you'd like to ask me?" she said, holding the remote.

"No, Ma'am."

"Good," she said. "Now that I have your attention, you need to know something, Steve. I love you, deeply, and I know you love me. This is the most challenging part of your training. In time, I promise you I'll become much more benevolent and lenient with you, but first I need to establish control. Once I feel as though you have fallen appropriately into line beneath me, I will become much more generous and give you the type of pleasure you so desperately need. Do you understand?"

Steve felt his shoulders slump and he glanced down at his placemat. He was defeated and he knew it. "Yes, M-Ohh!" another jolt hit him where it counted and he raised his head instinctively so that he was facing his female master. "Yes, Ma'am." 

She gazed deep into his eyes and pressed the punishment button one last time. "That ought to fix you," she said, placing the remote back in her purse. 

The waitress watched them from the other side of the room. She wondered why the boy looked so disheveled and uncomfortable each time the girl pressed the button on whatever it was she was holding. For a moment, she had a dirty thought, but she put it out of her head.

END



Blue Balls



"Hi" she piped up. "You looked like you could use some help," she giggled. 

"Tha Thanks" I stuttered trying to get up while prying my eyes away from her crotch. 

"Remember," she said, "no playing with yourself this week, leave that to me on Sunday night!" And with that she did a swivel turn causing her skirt to swish back and forth as she lost herself in the crowd of students. 

It was all I could do to cover my now erect penis with my books as I tried to regain some kind of composer. That was Friday. Now the only thing my mind could focus on was our date Sunday night. 

I was more nervous than I'd ever been in my life. More nervous than my first accordian recital back with Mrs. Welks in the first grade. As I rapped on her door that night I wondered if I was wearing the right clothes. I mean what does someone wear when they lose their virginity? I had always thought it would be a spontaneous thing. I decided to wear plain old white fruit of the loom underwear beneath my long khaki shorts, penny loafers, and a short sleeve pink button down shirt. I also decided to wear my shirt untucked, which for me was a big deal. It just seemed incomplete without the belt and not very neat. 

Actually, I had started out the door when my roommate Brad, shouted out.

"Hey Len! No need to look like more of a geek than you already are, lose the belt and wear the tails out, believe me it's a lot cooler." 

Dawn answered the door in an outfit that didn't exactly put me at ease. Her hair was fuller than I had seen it before and kind of teased at the ends. She had on that same liquid pink lipstick that just begged for attention. Dawn's shirt was a form fitting half shirt with a deep plunging V-neck. The half shirt of course emphasized her tiny waist while the tightness of the shirt and the V created about two inches of cleavage at the top and seems that were begging for mercy at the edge of her "D-cups." I could feel the stirring in my groin beginning. 

"Hi stranger," she mouthed more than said. "Come on in." 

She turned and left me at the door, mouth aghast, as I gawked at how the tiny white shorts clung to her perfectly tiny butt. She was bare foot, which still put her at eye level with me, and walked more on her toes than her feet, causing her muscular calves to flex with each step. 

I followed her in through the foyer to the great room of her apartment where she turned to face me. Awkwardly I brought the pink rose out from behind my back and thrust it towards her. I had debated whether to bring her something or not and I guess the traditional part of me convinced me to do it. Either that or my mother making me buy a corsage for my lone date in high school, the Senior Prom. 

"For me?" she grinned, taking it in her hand and looking down at it. 

"How sweet." And then she glanced up; brushing her bangs away with her other hand. 

"I'll have to be extra special for you tonight." 

My soft nine inches was probably pushing 11 and I could feel myself starting to sweat a little. What was my next move? I gave a meek smile and said, "Oh, it was nothing." And then just stood there. 

"How 'bout we have a glass of wine," she said, thankfully breaking up the silence. I quickly answered in the affirmative, although I had never had beer, wine, or any form of liquor in high school. She put the flower in a vase and quickly brought two glasses that must have been prepared earlier, out of the refrigerator. 

"This is more like a wine cooler, a white zinfandel, by Berringer." 

"Tha that's great," I stammered, still caught up in this goddess taking my flower and delivering a glass of wine to me. 

She sipped at first and then drank the whole thing down, licking her lips with the final drop. I did the same and somehow kept from choking at my first taste of wine. "Come here," she said walking into the great room and giving me a great view of her ass as she bent over to turn on the CD player. "Let's dance." 

Now here was something I could do, I thought at first, having taken dance lessons at my mother's persistent urging, in high school.  "You'll be able to use this the rest of your life," I remember her saying. 

Dawn seemed to have gone to a different dance studio, as she put her arms around my neck and leaned into me pushing her perfect breasts into my bird chest forcing the sides to press out like a balloon being pushed against a wall. 

"Uuhh, uhhh, what type of dancing did you have in mind," I forced out. 

"The slow and sensuous kind Lenny, let yourself go a little, get rid of those inhibitions and move with the music." 

Then I felt her pelvis lock into mine as she continued the body-meld she was performing on me. At this point my hands were still at my sides and I knew she must be able to feel my full 12 inches at attention and pushing out of my underwear and to the edge of the top of my shorts. Fortunately I was canted to the side; because normally sticking straight up I pass my navel by 3 to 4 inches. 

Dawn led as we slowly turned swaying slowly to the beat of the mood music she had chosen. I hadn't ever experience anything like this and felt the worst thing I could do change whatever course she had charted for us. Dawn then began to slide very slightly at first only one or two inches up and down as we made our slow circles. For me this was agonizing pleasure. Those wonderfully formed breasts now pressed more lightly into me rising and falling. Then she began to move more dramatically up and down rubbing her tits against me like she was trying to get something off them. There was no way she couldn't feel the stiff rod in my pants that angled off to the left, the head of my penis bulging vulgarly at the side of my pants trying to get out. I glanced down slightly to see my pants protruding outward in a queer sort of way. 

Dawn then started turning herself away from me while maintaining a constant pressure. "Let's try it this way," she said lustily. 

If I thought her normal way of dancing was new to me, this was completely beyond my understanding. Dawn reached behind her back thrusting her tits out and grabbed both my hands slowly putting them on to her slim hips. "Lenny, don't you want to run your hands up my body and cup my breasts?" 

"Aaaaw yeeeeah," was my raspy reply as my glasses slid down my sweaty nose. 

I ran my hands up her body, first in, as I gripped her tiny waist and then slightly outward as I moved up and forward to encircle those firm globes. 

"That's it baby," she encouraged, "They're yours for tonight, squeeze 'em, pull on 'em, and later you can suck them!" 

With her leaning forward the crack of her ass lined up with my dick and she continued the up and down movement she had begun with her breasts before. My throbbing penis was now straight up and down. I could feel it push past my waistband, the meaty head pressing into my stomach about four inches above my navel. I couldn't believe, in my awkwardness, thinking it was a good thing my shirt was covering me up. 

Her tight ass cheeks were creating a lot of friction as she slid up and down my member. I felt some wetness on my stomach and new that pre-cum was leaking out. "Uuuuhhhhh," I moaned. 

"Pull them out," she said turning her head and flashing me a smile. 

"Pu..pull..wh..what out?" I stammered 

"My tits, Lenny, pull them out of my bra and tug on my nipples!" she instructed 

I couldn't stand it, she was driving me nuts! I stopped kneading her breasts long enough to reach under her tight top and pull it up around her neck. I was now caught in a predicament never having taken off a woman's bra before. Caught up in my own urgency I reached up under the underwires of her cups and just pulled forward...they just fell out, staring me in the face. 

"Oh my gosh," I muttered under my breath 

She grabbed my hands firmly and pulled them to her hanging breasts forcing me to grip them hard. Then she started squeezing my hands to grab her more firmly and tugged downward. I quickly got the idea and starting feeling the warm flesh between my fingers as I yanked on her tits harder and harder. 

My balls were aching for some sort of release as she now had her ass gyrating in all directions as I moved my hands forward more and pulled at her nipples. 

"That's it Lenny, you're getting me hot and wet now!" "Let's get down on the floor." 

She turned back around facing me and said, "but first, lets release that monster you've got hiding in your pants." 

She pulled her top and bra from around her neck and threw it on the floor. Her tits were totally mesmerizing me as I focused in on the hard nipple I had been pulling on. Her aureoles looked to be the size of an arousal can top, but they were puffy and stuck out in a concave shape about half an inch. 

Then Dawn started the process of undoing each of the buttons on my shirt starting from the top. Her hair was slightly tussled from her little dance and she looked at me seductively through her bangs while she touched her tongue to her lips. About half way down I don't think she was even prepared for the sight she saw. 

"Oh my!" she squealed in delight, "I can tell this is going to be more fun than I thought." 

She pulled my shirt off my slim shoulders, undid the button on my shorts and let them drop straight to the floor. There I stood in all my geekish glory. My cock at full mast looking like a fat V-2 rocket sticking about 4 inches above my fruit-of-the-looms. The waistband was the only thing that kept the monster from lurching forward at her. 

"I hope you saved yourself for me," Dawn said, "because this thing is mine." 

"I did!" I admitted sheepishly 

She took her hand and reach under my sack lifting my aching balls like she was testing the weight. As she gave a gently squeeze I couldn't stifle my moan, "Ooooohhhhhhhh." I had my eyes closed and as I finished my moan her hand moved away. 

Dawn turned away from me again and said, "This is what you really came for, wasn't it?" She then started tugging at her shorts, pulling the tight fabric out and then down while she shifted her hips from side to side. I gulped loudly when I saw she wasn't wearing any underwear. 

"What do you think of my ass?" she said 

I could honestly say that it was the best ass I had ever seen. In fact it was the only real female one I had ever seen. It had a small bubble form to it that made it look like it was perfect for palming. Her tan lines proved what I had thought when I first saw her, she must wear a thong when tanning. 

"I..i..it's great," I said enthusiastically but hesitantly, fearful of saying the wrong thing. 

"It's better than great, it's the best ass you'll ever lay your eyes on," she challenged. 

"And it's nothing," she continued, "compared to this," and she turned around to show me a perfectly trimmed triangular bush. There were no tan lines on her hips and only the slightest indication of one around the small brown triangle. 

"Now get down on the floor with me, Lenny," she cooed, "I'm sure I'm going to have to give some instruction here. And take that underwear off on the way down," she ordered. 

"Yes ma'am," I said somewhat sarcastically, but knowing that I'd do whatever this woman wanted me to do. 

Dawn laid down on a large throw pillow that must have been strategically placed there before my arrival with her back up against the couch. Her knees slightly bent and spread she told me to kneel on all fours in front of her. My dick was still stiff from the sight of her and my balls hung down heavily with a large amount of sperm stored up in them. 

"Now, this is where you earn your pay, Lenny," "I'm going to spread the lips of my sweet pussy and I want you to lick me to a half dozen orgasms. Do you understand." 

"Uhhhh, yes," I said, "But I've never done this before so you'll have to help me." 

"Don't worry, Lenny, you keep licking and occasionally sticking it in my slit and I'll move around to where I want to be." 

She took her hands and spread her cunt lips apart and I slowly moved my head down to a sight I had never seen. Even Playboy was too mild in those days to show anything more than a girl's bush. I stuck my tongue out determined to give her the best I could give. I could see the wetness and moved my head in licking up and down like you lick an ice cream cone. She let out a moan and said, "Goooooood, that's a good start." 

After about five minutes of this, trying to alternate between up and down and side to side movements, my tongue started to get sore. I pulled it back in to rest and she quickly pushed her pussy up against my mouth. 

"Now suck with your lips if your tongue's tired...don't stop!" 

She put both her hands behind my head grabbing my hair and pulled my face into her. At the same time she had her ass off the ground grinding her crotch up into me. 

"Yeah, keep going, your doing great!" she encouraged. 

I felt good with her words of motivation and continued my forced assault. My tool had softened somewhat from the lack of attention and my focus on her. I could feel it hanging straight down brushing the carpet. Even though my dick wasn't totally stiff, my balls were aching more than ever. This was by far the most stimulus that I had ever had. 

20 minutes later, Dawn was on her sixth orgasm. Her breathing was hurried and raspy. Her head shaking side to side, 

"Oooooh yeeaaahh! Keep it up big boy, I'm thinking about that huge prick of yours and wondering how it's going to fit in my little pussy." 

The sight of her as I glanced up while not taking my tongue off her clit and the things she was yelling out were bringing my dick back to its full size. Finally she said, "O.K., that's enough." 

And she pushed my head away pulled up into the fetal position on her side and purrrrrred. 

"Mmmmmmmmmmm." 

I basically kneeled there with my dick in my hand wondering what to do. Dawn opened her eyes and said, 

"All right Lenny, now it's your turn." 

And with that she pushed me backward on my back. She looked hotter than hell with a post-orgasmic glow. She pushed my bent knees apart and started draping her hair across my cock swishing her head back and forth. This caused my cock to jump while she slowly started kissing me from a light touch on my lips and then down my flat white chest to the head of my penis. By this time another spot of cum had oozed out of my piss hole and Dawn stuck out her tongue to just barely touch it. As she pulled her tongue away a thin strand of cum followed her. All of these sights and light touches were reeking havoc on my senses. My dick seemed to have a mind of its own jumping erratically up and down. 

She started ever so slowly squeezing my balls first one then the other. At the same time she was balancing herself with her other hand on the floor, her 36D tits hanging down in front of my face. I reached out to lick one, but before I could touch it she lowered herself so that her tits were resting on either side of my neck. I peered over her shoulders to view the smooth curve in her tan back and that fine ass sticking up in the air. 

"How does this feel, Lenny?" she cooed into my ear as she began to drag her tits down my body so that they were now enveloping my rigid cock. 

"Ooohhh my gosh, its unbelievable, I...I...can't take much more..." I stammered, my body racked with years of fantasy sensations now becoming reality. 

Then she was lifting up and grabbing my cock at the very base, just above my balls. Her hands couldn't grip all the way around but she was still able to squeeze pretty hard. This left 8 inches of my now purplish looking dick sticking straight up above her hand almost touching her slightly parted mouth. She pulled up on my shaft still maintaining her tight grip. 

"You know Lenny, I love the sight and feel of your big cock. Just the thought of it brought me to 6 orgasms." 

"Ooooooohh," I moaned opening and closing my eyes and involuntarily thrusting my pelvis towards her. 

"I want to see you shoot that big thick load of yours," she hissed while jerking up and down on my shaft now with both hands, one on top of the other. 

"Ahhhhhhh!" "I can't take much more Dawn, I'm gonna lose it!" 

"Not yet, Lenny! You haven't stuck it in my pussy yet! Don't get off with out me!!" 

She then stopped her stroking, kept a tight grip on the base of my shaft with one hand and started to running her perfectly manicured nails across the underside of the eight inches still showing. 

"Ahhhh....Ahhhhhh....hellllp meeee!" I cried, not able to control myself. 

Glancing down with almost a fearful look, I saw three rope-like veins bulging menacingly on my reddish-purple cock. My plum-size head was the darkest I had ever seen it. My balls were killing me as I needed release but wanted to hold out for her pussy and not disappoint her. 

Dawn loosened her grip on my meat, still holding on and brought her other hand down to tickle the skin between my balls and anus. That was all I could take. My cock started having its own seizure, jerking violently while Dawn moved her face away and watched the fireworks take place. 

"Iiiiiiiiiiimmm dyyyyinnng, Ahhhhhhh!" 

I yelled out without any inhibitions at all. Dawn had a smile on her face watching me thrash around, jet streams of cum shooting out 10 to 15 inches straight up in the air. She pointed my raging cock back towards me as the geyser continued to gush out. My thick white fluid was blasting out more than I even thought was possible. Dawn was massaging my balls as my cum was landing on my chest, face, and in my hair. 

After 30 seconds of constant cum shooting, Dawn let go of my cock and the tower of power fell over landing on my stomach with an audible, "Thwaaaak." 

My body was still shaking and my balls were aching with the complete discharge of all the fluid built up in them. I looked between my legs at Dawn still kneeling there and saw her pouting lips and look of disappointment on her face. 

"Lenny, I thought you were going to wait for me? Now what am I gonna do about my hungry pussy." 

I glance between her legs at the moistness that was still there due to my tongue-lashing and her juices and sighed. 

"I'm sorry Dawn, I didn't mean to get off like that. I don't think I'm going to be any use to you now." 

She reached over and picked up my limp 9 inches in the middle, my cock looking like a worn out rope draped over a fence post. She shook it several times with no response and then grabbed my balls as I jerked in pain. 

"Owwww!," I said in obvious agony, "That hurts." 

Dawn reached back to a drawer on her entertainment center and pulled it open. I was shocked and embarrassed when she pulled out a sizeable black dildo. I had only seen them in magazines before and had certainly never seen a woman use one before. 

Dawn said, "You can watch what you could have had, if you had kept under control Lenny, then I have to get some sleep. I have an 8 o'clock class tomorrow." 

She took what looked to be about an 8-inch dildo, around half the thickness of my cock, and slowly worked it in and out of her snatch with one hand while simultaneously rubbing her clit with the other. My cock remained totally limp, as I had to view what I should have been getting. While she got off moaning and thrusting her hips into the fake dick, I grabbed a dishtowel and tried to wipe off all the cum I had drenched myself in. By the time I was done and had put my clothes back on Dawn was finished. 

"Ooooohhhhh, that felt fine!" she half talked and moaned. "I hope you can do better for me next week big man." 

With that she cupped my balls through my pants, planted a kiss on the side of my face and whispered, "Remember Lenny, this dick is mine...No touching this week. If I've found out you have then it's all over." 

"You don't have to worry about that," I said "It's so worn out it will take me a week to recover." 




Blue Balls



"Good Lenny, I trust you. Do you trust me?" 

"Yes, of course I do." I said softly, lowering my head. 

"Great, because I can't wait to feel you fucking my brains out with that beast next week. Remember, 8 p.m. Sunday night, don't be late." 

And with that I turned and walked out. As I made my way towards my car I recounted all the events of the evening and knew I had something special. Finally I had met someone who cared about me. I felt bad about not fully satisfying Dawn, but knew given another chance that I would do better. 

Looking back on it now, I realize that at this point I was almost at the height of my naivete'. I would learn a few more things in the upcoming weeks. For one thing how whipped someone could really become. That would only be a taste though of where Dawn would take me. 

The week rushed by as I fought to concentrate on my studies and maintain my grades to keep my academic scholarship, but I was losing the battle to thoughts about the erotic evening with Dawn. It was such an amazing sexual experience. Not that I had anything to compare it too and yet I felt embarrassed at my lack of self-control. The orgasm was unbelievable, but if I could have just held out a little longer I would have had my first "full" sexual experience. This Sunday would be different, I thought. 

I decided to wear jeans Sunday when I had my visit with Dawn. Maybe the thick material would help me be less sensitive and I wouldn't blow my load so soon. The pair I wore was loose fitting. I couldn't wear tight jeans because my 12 inches and large balls were too much of a load to fit in them. I topped it off with a loose fitting red polo golf shirt and penny loafers. My muscle-bound roommate said not to wear socks. He was always trying his best to make me appear less like the geek I truly am. 

My next decision was to get to Dawn's a little earlier on Sunday. Actually it ended up being quite a bit earlier as I parked at her apartment precisely at seven that evening instead of eight. As I made my way across the parking lot I heard the slam of a door from the second floor and looked up to see a rather large muscular guy coming out of Dawn's apartment. He looked like he was in a rush as he bound down the outside flight of stairs. As he hit the bottom stair and turned, I realized it was John Payne, All American Linebacker and Captain of our football team. 

"What are you looking at wimp?" he spit as he brushed on past me. 

"Uhhh...Uhhhh...Nothing," I stammered, but he had already lumbered by. 

'I wonder what he was doing with Dawn,' I thought. My roommate, Brad, had told me that they were a thing at one time but that it was over now. Then I thought, 'Maybe Dawn's in trouble, he looked angry as he passed by and he had slammed the door.'  I took off as fast as my 5'-9" frame could take me, not exactly bounding up the stairs. 

I rapped loudly on the door and waited, ears perked for any sound that might be coming from inside. 

"What the hell do you want now," I heard Dawn yell out in an unusually harsh manner. 

The door swung open quickly and I saw a perplexed and then smiling Dawn sing out, 

"Oh! Lenny, it's you, I wasn't expecting you for another hour, come on in." 

"I passed John coming across the parking lot, what was he doing here?" I asked. 

"Oh nothing," she said her eyes rolling up. "He thinks he owns me and got upset when I told him I want to see other people now. We officially broke up over the summer, well...at least I did with him, he still wants more than just a physical relationship." 

I wondered what she meant by that, but decided not to keep questioning her. When I didn't reply she said, 

"He's the typical jealous jock that always wants his own way...he just needs to grow up!" 

I had been so intent on our conversation, that I hadn't realized what she was wearing. When she saw me glancing up and down at her silky black bathrobe, her nipples obviously protruding under the thin material, she said, 

"Hey Lenny, I was just about to get in the shower before you came, why don't you join me!" 

She flashed me that brilliant white smile and winked, as her head nodded towards the bathroom. 

"You don't have to ask me twice," I said trying to sound cool, but not really carrying it off that well. It sounded more like a nervous question. 

As I followed her into the bathroom I noticed Dawn's hair seemed really messed up and that she had a sheen that looked like someone who had gone out jogging and then sat down for a few minutes while the sweat dried. 

Dawn reached in and turned the water on then turned back towards me. 

"Here, let me help you with those," she said, reaching down to the button fly on my jeans and popping them all in one quick zip down. My thick hose was bunched in a mass bulging out in my tradition white briefs. Dawn grinned looking at it and tugged at the side of my jeans causing them to fall around my ankles in a "whooosh." 

"Take off your shirt," she said. 

I obeyed, who wouldn't. Somehow commands from Dawn seemed more like pleasant requests. I was still embarrassed about my white bird chest that was not only weak looking but stood out in such stark contrast to Dawn's golden tan. 

As my glasses started to steam from the hot water, Dawn leaned into me, her silk covered tits pressing into my chest. With one hand she cupped my nuts and with her other she attempted to grip my dick and whispered in my ear, 

"I just love your huge cock, Lenny...I've been thinking about it all week." 

Her hand jumped from my cock rising in response to her erotic comments. 

"I hope you can see with those glasses off Lenny," she said as she slipped out of her robe and let it gather in a bunch around her feet. 

Her body was just like I remembered it, perfectly rounded and firm 34D tits capped with puffy aureoles that were quite large in diameter. Her nipples were a slightly lighter brown than her aureoles and seemed perpetually hard. She gave my dick one final squeeze, turned, and stepped into the shower pulling the curtain behind her. 

"Don't keep me waiting," she sang out. 

I took my glasses off and set them on the counter. While I use them primarily for reading, I also need them to see things at a distance.  Dawn wouldn't be to far away. I lifted the band of my underwear up and over my penis which had been pushing the fabric of my underwear up and out since Dawn had first expressed delight in it. I then pulled the shower curtain aside and stepped in. 

Dawn's hair was hanging down wet, causing her to look younger than her 21 years. I had just taken a shower an hour ago, but I knew it wasn't going to be anything like this. Dawn had fully soaped up and she turned away from me and like our last encounter pulled my hands up to her firm soap-slicked tits. 

"How do you like 'em now Lenny?" 

"Ooooooh...I...I love it," 

I said closing me eyes and rubbing up and down her breasts while alternately squeezing them hard. The soapiness caused them to slip out of my grasp the harder I squeezed. My dick was iron stiff, my large knobby head pressing into the small of her back. I felt her lean forward as I released the grip on her tits and she grabbed her ankles.  This pressed her perfectly shaped and now soaped-up ass against my rigid cock. It was almost like she was gripping my dick with her hand, except now it was her tight ass cheeks putting pressure on me from both sides. 

"That feels greeeeaat," 

I moaned as Dawn started to slide her ass up and down my dick. This was a new form of masturbating for me to be sure. My cock was starting to turn a dark pink as I felt the pressure building up in my balls. I grabbed both sides of her slim hips and pulled back from her crack. 

"Hey! What's going on?" Dawn questioned. "It feels to good, I don't want to blow my load too soon like last time." I told her. 

Dawn turned around with a smile, her wet bangs hanging down over her eyes. "Well let's do something we didn't get to do last time." 

She reached between my legs and grabbing the last four inches of my stiff dick and pulled down like a slot machine, almost to the point where it was causing pain because of the stiffness and the downward angle she had me pointed. Then she let go abruptly and my cock shot straight up whacking me in the stomach. Dawn laughed and said, 

"I've always wanted to do that to a guy.... And you're perfect for it." 

I made no motion to stop her and after three more whacks and the blood further penetrating my engorged head she gripped me tight at the base of my dick and pulled me out of the shower. 

I couldn't help but follow and Dawn laughed again as she tossed me a towel that was hanging up as she continued pulling me out into her bedroom. She pushed me down to my knees and then sat on the side of the bed draping her legs over my shoulders as she did so. 

"Now eat me out she!" she said, "and then I'll let you jam that over-stuffed fuckstick up my hot wet pussy!" 

This being my second try at oral sex, I took what I thought was the initiative reaching a hand under and cupping each of her ass cheeks then pulling her tight against my mouth. I went at her pussy with a vengeance wanting to prove my manhood and that I could get her off without instruction. 

"That's it baby," she cried, "be a tough boy and clean me out!" 

While I was pulling her into me Dawn was thrusting her hips up and down causing her lips to spread while she road my face from my chin up to the middle of my nose. She seemed a lot wetter and looser than the last time I had eaten her out. Some of the fluid seemed downright thick, like my sperm, instead of clear like the last time. I didn't give it too much more of a thought as I alternated between pushing my face into her hard and backing off to tease her clit. 

"Ohhhhhh! Mmyyyyy!, Lenny, you're catching on quick baby. Don't stop...Uhhhh... I'm almost there....Ahhhhhhhhh yeeeeeaaahhhh,  Ahhhhhhhhh!" Dawn screamed. 

This only encouraged me more as I brought her obvious pleasure. 

"That's one honey," she cried, "Only 5 more to go!" Dawn exclaimed 

I kept it up for the next 30 minutes bringing her off 5 more times. By this time I had learned to shift back and forth between my tongue, face, and mouth, as each needed a break. My cock was semi-hard at this point and my balls were hanging heavily between my legs. I was ready for my turn. 

Dawn got up and traded places with me, having me half sit and half lean against the edge of the bed, both of my legs sticking out straight with my feet flat on the carpet of her bedroom floor. She took the initiative as usual stepping between my spread legs and grabbing the side of my head with both hands so that she could drive our lips into one another. Her lips had a mushy consistency that enveloped mine as she pushed her pointed tongue into my mouth with short rapid thrusts.  This sent my erection into stiff mode again as I thought about the only thing between her pussy and my cock was the proper angle of entry.  Dawn then made her tongue stiff and penetrated my mouth as deep as possible, pulling her head back and then thrusting in again, mimicking the moves I wanted to be making down below. Since we were the same height, there was no way I was going to be able to make entry unless I lowered myself about a foot. It was then that I decided to make my first bold move. I pulled away from Dawn's tongue despite the incredible sensations it was causing on my throbbing manhood and slowly started to move down her neck to lick her breasts. I was grabbing both of them firmly while flicking my stiff tongue across her nipples. I think this caught her by surprise as Dawn let out a low moan. 

"Oooooooh Lenny, I love your sudden aggressiveness, have those balls of yours grown even bigger?" 

I don't think Dawn realized my intentions as I let loose of one of her breasts and reached down to position myself at the treasure I had been dreaming about. I rubbed my engorged penis head up and down her wet slit all of my senses maxed out as I counted the last seconds before losing my virginity. 

"Oooooh Lenny! You bad bad boy...you really are growing some bigs ones," Dawn challenged as I felt her two hands, one holding each of my balls, tug downwards firmly. 

"Uuuuuuuuhhhh!" 

I exclaimed as the pain seared up through my balls to the top of my scrotum. 

"What did you do that for?" I stood straight up stiffly with her still between my legs. 

"Because Lenny, darling, I wanted to do this first," 

And with that Dawn slid her naked flesh down the length of my body, dropping to her knees. 

"Don't you want to feel more in control, Lenny, with me on my knees in front of you sucking on your massive hard cock!" 

Her dirty talk was killing me. My prick was rock solid, the mass of flesh a dark pink, while three rope-like veins pulsed along the sides and top. Dawn gripped the soft flesh sac between my balls and cock, causing the skin to stretch taught over my balls, making them look like a sack of oranges. Her fingers were clenched tight not causing any pain but definitely making it feel like I wasn't the one in control like she had said. With her other hand she grabbed the root of my dick, then she looked up at me and smiled. 

"You're going to love this Lenny...Not only am I captain of the cheerleading team, I'm the captain of cock-sucking!" 

My pulse was racing, which must have been matching the throbbing in my cock veins as I watched her mouth part slowly to its maximum opening to be able to wrap those luscious lips around my circumcised head.  The skin on my dick felt like it was splitting with the massive amount of blood that had been forced into it. Dawn was expertly pulling down on my sac, then pulling up with the hand gripped around my root and bring her head down as far as her mouth would let her. She was able to fit about four inches of my massive manhood into her mouth, coating it with saliva. Then she slid her mouth off my dick, scraping her teeth lightly across the ridge of my cock-head. 

"Oooooohhhhh...gaaaaaahhhhh...I ca can't take any more...I I wa want your pussy!" I screamed out. 

"Lenny?" Dawn urged, "Look down at me...look how I'm coating my lips with your sperm." 

I looked down and marveled at the sight of this gorgeous creature on her knees between my legs, my balls and cock swollen to their maximum state. Both of her small hands totally in control of the huge appendage before her. 

"I'm going to call it Lenny lip gloss," she hissed, still focusing on coating her mouth with my pre-cum. 

Still holding my cock and balls firmly, Dawn laid back on the carpet pulling me on top of her. Her knees bent and me on all fours above her trying hard to hold back the on rushing torrent of cum that was getting ready to bust the dam wide open. Dawn let go of my cock briefly to lick her finger and then reach down and pull her swollen brownish red pussy lips apart. 

"Here it is Lenny, I want you to take that monster and jam it all the way up my tight pussy hole!" 

I started to shake at her words with sensory overload. I felt Dawn's nails tickling the underside of my scrotum and then one of her fingers penetrate my virgin anus, which was vulnerable to invasion in this position. 

"Ahhhhhhh!!! Heeeelllllllp meeeeeee Dawn!" I yelled as I could no longer stem the tide and my cock lurched forward like it was fucking an imaginary cunt. 

"Uhhhhhhhhh!!!" I continued to yell as sperm rocketed out of my dick in a thick stream. The first shot flew over Dawn's head as she grinned up at me. 

"Come on big boy keep shooting your stuff!" 

Dawn yelled back as she took hold of my contorted cock with both hands and began to pull with all her might like she was in a tug-of-war. 

"Oooooohhhhh!!! Jeeeeeeeeeeezzzzzzz!! 

I heard myself screaming as the second, third, and fourth ribbons of semen were sprayed all over Dawn's tits, stomach and face. She had her mouth open and back arched as she received the sperm assault. 

Dawn then seemed maniacal as she roughly began pulling my cock in all directions, as additional loads flew in all directions. 

"Come on baby...give me everything you've got...I wanna drowned in your cum!" 

It almost started fearing for my safety and then she regained her composure and started milking my cock slower as she gently massaged my fully depleted gonads. 

I started to fall into a post orgasmic trance, but was quickly pulled out of it with Dawn's abrupt comments. 

"Lenny! Look at the mess you've made all over me and for that matter, all over my room! Can't you get it right? I know your new at this, so I'll keep it simple - you stick your dick in my pussy...give me a good fucking...and then you cum inside me. That way we both get something out of it and all your cum ends up inside me. Neat and tidy!" 

"I...I...I'm sorry Dawn, I'm trying the best I can" I whimpered, "It's just that ya ya your so sexy I can't help myself." 

Dawn settled down and her soft brown eye look reappeared. 

"I can understand that, Lenny, maybe we just need to work on your self-control. Your limp dick isn't going to be any use to me now and I'm hot to trot. You're getting pretty good with that tongue of yours why don't you lick up the mess you made all over me and then get me off one more time before you go." 

I eagerly followed her instructions after having disappointed her again, hoping she wouldn't hold it against me. After I was done, Dawn said, 

"Lenny, on your way out pick up that present I have wrapped for you on the foyer table." 

I hadn't noticed it on the way in. 

"Don't open it now, but I want you to wear it for me under your clothes next week, same time same place ....I made it for you special!" Dawn smiled as she blew me a kiss. 

I don't have to tell you how quickly the week flew by. A number of questions were going through my mind. ***Why do we always have to meet on Sundays?*** ***What was the real relationship between Dawn and John?*** ***Why was she so wet when we got together last time?***  ***Was I ever going to get to fuck this babe and if not did I really care?*** The fact of the matter was that despite all of my physical limitations, my being a freshmen, and a bookworm at that, Dawn Ashton, Captain of the Cheerleaders and babe extroidinaire had taken a liking to me. Who was I to complain? 

In a round about way I posed a question to my roommate Brad about the possibility of Dawn and John still being a thing. He said that he thought they were seeing each other off and on, but that during football season it was tough because of games on Saturday and film review from the games early Monday mornings so all the players typically got to bed early on Fridays and Sundays. 

Sunday finally arrived and I opened the package that Dawn had given me. I had been tempted to look earlier but decided to save it as a surprise while getting ready to go over. I tore the wrapping off the package and slowly lifted up the top of the box. 

"Oh my gosh!" 

I pulled out the article of clothing contained inside. It was a white pair of what looked like biker shorts. You know, the lycra-type shorts that are skin tight, however, these didn't seem to be so tight. They also looked to be about mid-thigh in length. I wondered what Dawn had meant by her having "customized" them as I looked inside. It was then that I noticed sown inside were two pockets, one on each side of the middle seam. Those must be for my balls, I thought, How considerate of her. 

I quickly took off my clothes, excited to try on my new gift. The pants pulled up to my groin easy enough over my skinny legs but then I had to take some time as inserted first one and then the other of by balls into the pockets she had sown inside. They both fit rather nicely and securely, but as I went to pull the tight material up over my cock I felt a strange sensation. The seam in the middle of the shorts that ran down the front and up through the crack in my ass also proved to separate my scrotum in half in much the same manner as a woman's bra would lift up and separate. I looked at myself in the mirror to see what it looked like. The thin material of the tight white shorts perfectly outlined each of my large balls and the form of my thickly veined cock with the ridge of my penis head jutting out, looked like it was shrink-wrapped. I grabbed my khaki shorts and pulled them up swiftly before Brad walked in on me. I then threw on my penny loafers and a golf shirt before heading out the door. 




Blue Balls



I wrapped on the door hoping that Dawn would like how her present fit. She opened the door, but before I could head in she was brushing by me and saying, 

"Come on...let's go!" 

"Where are we going?" I said as I followed her lead, taking her hand and heading down the stairwell. 

"I've got the private pool reserved just for us...this is gonna be great!" 

Dawn said with exuberance. She had some sort of throw-over on over her swimsuit. She led me down behind the complex and pulled out a key that opened a locked gate. We then headed down a path for 30 or 40 feet until we came to an iron barred gate in which she used another key to open that. The gate led through a hedge that seemed to surround the whole area. 

"What's this?" I questioned as she pulled me through. 

"Oh this is a special area of the complex that can be reserved once a month by each member. Today I have the only access." 

Inside was your typical cement pool deck area with a sparkling 16 x 30-foot pool. There was a CD Player which Dawn quickly turned on and a cooler that was fully stocked with beer and soda. I thought it was odd that there seemed to be a few dozen of each when we were the only two there. 

"This is cool," I said, "So you mean we have the place to ourselves and no one can see in?" 

"That's right," Dawn replied, giving me a wicked smile. "Let's see how my present looks on you!" 

She reach over undid my pants and tugged them down while I was busy pulling off my shirt. 

"Ooooh baby," she cooed, "Your equipment is looking mighty fine." 

While Dawn was saying this she lightly running her nails up and down my shaft with one hand and squeezing one of my balls with the other. Of course her actions caused instant arousal and left nothing to the imagination as far as my privates were concerned. 

Dawn pulled away and began to unwrap herself. Crossing her arms in one motion, she lifted her swim cover off and displayed a white bikini that covered her enough that your imagination could lust for just a little bit more. Her 36D tits were pushed up and in with just a half-inch or so sticking out the sides. The tiny triangle just barely covered what I knew to be a neatly trimmed bush and the back of the suite wasn't a thong, but it left a healthy portion of her tight firm ass cheeks hanging out. 

Before I could say anything, Dawn was grabbing my hand and saying, 

"Come on let's gooooo!" 

pulling me into the pool as we made an awkward splash upon entry. The water was refreshing and I felt a tremendous amount of peace as Dawn rose up out of the water dragging her tits up the length of my body until we were facing each other. 

"Mmmmmmmm we're gonna have a fun time today Lenny." 

She leaned over to my ear and softly bit the lob while reaching around behind me and grabbing my butt cheeks. The thick shaft of my penis pushed into the folds of the crease between her legs, only the briefest material separating our genitals. I was now fully rigid, the head of my penis just below the top of the tight shorts. 

"Yoooooouuuuu Whooooooo Daaaawwwn? Ready or not here we come!" I heard a chorus of female voices sing out. 

"Wh Whats going on?" I asked Dawn as I tried to peer over her shoulders.

"Oh didn't I tell you?" she smiled, "I invited over the whole cheerleading squad to meet you, I hope you don't mind...just this once." 

She tore away from our embrace and gave my cock one last squeeze as she waded out of the pool to greet the girls. I stood there in total disbelief. Here I was a freshman geek, sporting a major hard-on, while the best babes at school pranced into the pool area. Fortunately for me, the water was waist high. 

"Girls, I want to introduce my most recent bo....a freshman sensation, Leonard, you can call him Lenny Walker." Dawn pronounced. "Lenny, I'd like you to meet the other eleven members of the Varsity Football Cheerleading Team.  Come on up out of the water and I'll introduce each of them to you personally!" she said with a hint of giddiness. 

All my worst fears were realized at that moment as I considered the total humiliation I would be subjected to if I came up out of the water like she asked. 

"Ahhhhh, that's O.K.," I said, "How 'bout everyone else jumping in the pool!?" I half questioned in a meek response. 

"Now Lenny, that wouldn't be very gentleman like would it...come on out so that I can properly introduce you." 

Dawn insisted and I knew there would be no way out. I had hoped that a slight delay might allow time for me to lose my erection somewhat, but in reality I knew there was no way I could hide myself in the outfit she had made for me. My nuts were tightly covered and separated, the equivalent of trying to hide two cue balls in a Speedo. All the half-covered tits and asses in front of me did nothing to subside the tension down below. I gave a weak smile and started towards the steps. 

"Throw me a towel please," I pretty much begged in my kindest voice. 

I was pleasantly surprised to see Dawn reach down and wad up a towel to throw. 

"Ooops...sorry," she quipped as the towel went flying past me and landed in the water. 

I continued the march of humiliation towards the stairs, which were facing away from the girls, and walked up, not making eye contact with anyone.  As I turned to walk towards Dawn who was out front I heard the whispers. 

"Oh my word!" "Can you believe the size of that thing!" "Unbelievable!" "What a cock!" 

My face was beet red and hot as I felt complete humiliation. 

"Hi," I said, barely looking up. 

Dawn said, "Come here silly, let me introduce you to everyone." 

She went through a litany of names I would never be able to recall while everyone continued to focus on my crotch. After the introduction, Dawn went over to the CD player and said, 

"Come on everyone, let's indoctrinate Lenny into what we do at our monthly meetings!" 

And with that she changed the music to what I assumed was their theme song. 

All the girls started a slow bump and grind, teasingly stripping off their bikinis. I couldn't believe what I was witnessing. Any guy at the University or for that matter any guy period would have given there left nut to see what I saw unfolding before me.  The "kinky" dozen had there suits off and were grabbing bottles of baby and sun tan oil to rub on while the blaring music of the familiar song (SHE'S SO) SELFISH, by The Knack rang out across the terrace. 

"EVERYBODY PLAYS HER GAME...SHE'S GOT THE STYLE AND THE CLASS AND SHE GET WHAT SHE WANTS...AND EVERYBODY KNOWS HER NAME...SHE GOT THE STYLE AND THE ASS...." 

Some of the girls were pouring the oil across their chests and rubbing their tits together as they continued pushing the fluid down their taut stomachs. Others were squirting it on each other's asses and tits and then rubbing it in with their hands before grasping one another and sliding up and down to fully coat themselves. I just stood there, hands at my side not knowing what to do. 

"...SHE'S REALLY IN IT JUST FOR HERSELF...SHE DOESN'T CARE FOR ANYONE ELSE... IT'S JUST ME ME ME...SHE SOOO...SELFISH.....UHHHH HUUUU!" 

"Hey guys! Don't be so selfish...we don't want to leave our guest out!"

Dawn implored pointing in my direction. What do you do when you seen twelve beautiful oil covered naked women scurrying towards you. Tits glistening and bouncing as they giggled and laughed there way over.  I did what you would expect and froze in place while they completely surrounded me. 

"Give me some oil," I heard a girl behind me yell. 

A honey-blonde goddess in front of me who stood about 5'-5" with smallish tits capped with pink nipples, looked up and me and said, 

"It's not fair that we're all naked...let's see what you're packing down their." 

"...GIMMEE GIMMEE GIMMEEE GIMMEE GIMMEE...WON'T YA GIVE IT TO ME PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE..." The Knack continued to ring out appropriately. 

Several hands where now pulling at me shorts while at the same time I felt globs of oil splashing on my body, giggling, and then numerous hands rubbing my shoulders, back, chest and legs. The blonde who had been in front of me was now bent over inserting the head of my penis into her mouth. As she was sucking on my head I felt several hands grabbing my balls and shaft jerking it up and down. 

"...DAY AFTER DAY AFTER NIGHT AFTER NIGHT IS SHE GIV'N YA WHAT YA NEED? IS SHE GIV'N YA WHAT YOU WANT...NO WAY..." 

I was almost claustrophobic as I felt hands on every part of my body, rubbing my ass, a finger penetrating my asshole periodically, fingers running through my hair, hands running up and down the length of my legs, and of course a tremendous amount of attention being paid to my prick which felt like it was bursting. All of a sudden I felt something slip around my nuts and draw tight, cutting off the circulation between my cock and balls. Then Dawn yelled over the beat of the music, 

"O.K. everybody, take your positions, it's show time for Lenny!" 

With that all the girls dispersed, six of them lying down on lawn chairs that were fully extended and five of them seemingly pairing up and standing at the foot of the chairs. All of the girls continued to rub there tits and finger themselves. 

"Lenny, I've been bragging to all the girls about what a pussy eater you are!" Dawn continued with her announcement. "So now you have the opportunity of a lifetime...to get the finest looking cheerleading team in the South off with your tongue!" 

She tugged on the elastic twine she had looped over my nuts causing me to jerk forward by my dick and follow. 

"Wha what's this for?" I asked genuinely frightened at Dawn's control. 

"Lenny," she whispered back, "I don't want you to embarrass yourself by getting off too soon. This way I'll be able to help you have some self-control." 

Being the naive person that I am, I remember thinking that she was such a wonderful and thoughtful person for thinking of this. I must have been temporarily insane. 

Dawn led me to the first chair like she was taking her dog for a walk. She gave a sudden jerk down and I got my first real sense of what this little contraption could do. Dawn had complete control over every direction I could go and with the sliding "choke" collar she would be able to cut off the exit of my sperm leaving my sagging balls. 

"...WHEN SHE TAKES YOU BY THE SHORT HAIRS...IT'S THE ONLY THING SHE LEAVES YOU DOWN THERE.... NO TOUCH ME TOUCH ME TODAY...NO TOUCH ME TOUCH ME TODAY..." 

The first chair was occupied by the short honey blonde gal who had first wrapped her puffy lips around my cock moments ago. She smiled down at me as I crawled up the lawn chair, my ass sticking up in the air, cock fully erect pointing right at her, and my swollen nuts hanging low between my spread thighs. She bent her knees and spread her legs wide. 

"Suck me off freak...I'm gonna cum all over that geeky face of yours!" 

I drove my stiff tongue into her wet cunt with wild abandon not thinking to pace myself. I also failed to notice her partner who had been standing at the foot of the chair. Then I felt two hands fondling my nuts and lifted my head up and turned to see what was going on. 

"What the hell do you think you're doing geek, get you face back in there!" the blonde yelled. 

I only got a glimpse of her partner, a shorthaired brunette with big tits who was obviously doing the fondling. She stopped for a moment and I felt her move up my body and whisper in my ear, 

"We're going to push you over the edge cock man...you're gonna beg us to let you cum!" 

"...SHE MAKE YOU WEAK IN THE KNEES LIKE A LOVE SICK FOOL...YEAR SHE SAYS SHE'LL MAKE YOUR MOTOR RUN...NOW YA KNOW SHE'LL NEVER GIVE YA NONE..." 

"Oooooh that's it freak, right there, oooooohhh yeeeeaaahhhh!" the blonde screamed out cumming with vibration all over my face as I continued to lap at her hole. 

"Tweeeeeeeeeeeeeet" 

I heard a whistle blow, "10 minutes are up...switch!" Oh no, I thought, doing some quick math, ten minutes times twelve girls. I was going to be sucking pussy for two hours straight! 

"Thanks baby," the blonde said, getting up and allowing space for the mysterious brunette to lay down. "I'm gonna love juggling those balls of yours and sticking my tongue up your ass!" 

I quivered thinking about that. True to her word, as soon as I settled down sticking my tongue through the hairy bush of the brunette to try and find her clit, I felt a hand weighing my nuts in her hand and then shaking them while her other hand was sliding up and down the length of my shaft. I had an enormous urge to cum and started clenching my ass cheeks, 

"Owwwwwww!" 

I yelled as the sharp tug of Dawn's leash constricted on my scrotum cutting off the blood flow. My dick was still stiff and I could feel the blonde's hand continuing to rub up and down my 12 inches, but the urge to cum was totally gone. 

As the brunette came, bucking into my face I heard the familiar, "Tweeeeeeet," and thought to myself two down, ten to go.  I lost track of time as the tweets from the whistle seemed to run together. It seemed to be easier to keep track by the difference in the pussies I was diving into...some were very hairy, several were shaved bald (which was a welcome relief), one was a redhead...all were wet and demanding.  Each girl behind me seemed to get a kick out of working me up to a frenzy and then having Dawn jerk on the cord to cut off all possibility of me getting off. On the second to last chair my body was starting to ache all over. My knees hurt from balancing on the chair, my lower back hurt from the constant doggy position, and it goes without saying that my jaw and tongue felt numb for the continual use. Most of all, my balls were aching and starting to actually tingle in pain. I know there was never a time in my life where my cock was fully erect for two hours. I heard a voice behind me, 

"...get a load of this, his balls are turning blue!" 

Then another, "Wow! Look how swollen they are." 

"Let's really push him over the edge!" I heard a third squeal. 

Only two more to go, Dawn and her partner. I straddled Dawn's partner like I had all the others and lowered my face to her spread cunt.  Despite the shmorgishborg of pussy, hers smelled sweat, and I felt rejuvenated to get her off too. The other girls had jumped in the pool to clean off and were gathering around for the grand finale. Several of them were now grabbing at my balls and actually slapping them around. I could feel them bouncing from thigh to thigh. 

"Watch this!" 

I heard someone yell and then felt my balls being pulled back through my thighs past my anus like someone pulling back on a slingshot...and then she let go and everyone laughed as they rocketed forward back through my legs. 

"I want to try," two other girls yelled out in unison. 

As much as I wanted to cum, Dawn kept pulling and tugging on the line to keep me in check. Each time they brought me to the edge and then shut me down brought intense pain to my nuts. As I stood up and turned around I looked down at my balls and saw how they were indeed a deep bluish purple color and swollen up to the size of tennis balls. Dawn had me sit on a bench and said, 

"I'm not going to be selfish, Lenny, you've had enough, I'll suck you off!" 

She knelt between my spread legs, my cock still stiff and pointed straight up, my swollen blue balls hanging off the edge of the bench tingling. The other girls still nude, gathered around in a semi-circle to watch. 

Dawn lowered her luscious mouth and started trying to swallow the impossible. She drove about five inches down my thick shaft coating my dick with her saliva. She grabbed the base of my cock with her other hand jacking me off up and down. I felt the mutual sensation of pain from being brought to this point so many times and the pleasure of the build up and expectations of finally blowing my load. 

"Almost there," I whispered, "....almost...almoo...Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" 

I yelled as Dawn jerked the line again cutting my orgasm short, right as I was on the edge of ecstasy. 

"Pl...plll..please," I muttered almost on the brink of tears. "Let me get off." 

"How many want to see Lenny shoot his load?" Dawn questioned the girls crowded around. 

"Yeeeeeeaaaahhh" a chorus of cheers went up. 

Dawn backed away from me slipping the rope off of my scrotum. 

"Go on Lenny, beat your meat!" she ordered. 

"Jack it off...Jack it off...Jack it off..." the girls started chanting.

I realized that it was going to be a solo show and I was being used as the main attraction. I didn't care. I closed my eyes grabbed my thick meat with both hands and started jerking off as hard as I ever had.  I'd give them a show they'd never forget. My shaft was pistoning up and down in a blur as my balls tried to keep up swinging up and down always a little behind. I kept an up and down motion going while I moaned out in pleasure at my new found freedom. After a minute I could feel my orgasm building and I knew there wouldn't be any blockage this time. The girls were gathered, six seated in front and the other six in a row standing behind them. I looked up to see all of them glued to my cock mesmerized by the size and violence of the scene in front of them. I continued to two-fist myself and then at the last second stood up and with a mighty yell shot off like a cannon. 

"Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh!" 

The first shot would have hit the ceiling if we had been inside and pretty much landed on one of the girls in the second row. I then started whipping my cock around in front of me like a fire hose spraying out stream after stream of cum over the girls' naked bodies and wet hair. I heard screams and laughed watching them scramble, falling over each other as the tried to get up and get out of the way.  I just kept cumming and cumming. Then I saw Dawn jump at me out of the corner of my eye. She pushed me backward until both of us tumbled into the pool. As we came up for air I didn't know what to expect. There were still twelve girls to one geekish guy. Then I heard, it...clapping and cheering...girls smiling and laughing. They had enjoyed it. 

Dawn whispered, "That was outrageous!" 

The day ended as a memory I would never forget, and I'm sure all the girls on the team wouldn't either. 

Somehow whenever I was with Dawn I had multiple feelings bantered about. Lust was at the top of the list but was quickly followed by questions of her teasing, wondering if I was ever going to fuck her, as well as what her true motivations were behind seeking me out. In one week I was going to find out the answers to these questions as I would enter a period of my life that would make the pool orgy episode pale in comparison. 

Having run the pussy-eating gauntlet with the twelve varsity cheerleaders, I was considered fully indoctrinated into their club as the "official" mascot. In three short months, I had gone from high school senior geek to University freshmen sensation. At least in my eyes. My point of reference being that I was involved in a major way physically with the twelve most beautiful and popular girls at this major Southern University. 

As Dawn was walking me out to my car she let me know that we had a date again the following Sunday and that she had a big surprise for me. I was bold enough to let her know that I still hadn't entered her pussy yet. At that Dawn had smiled that mischievous grin of hers and told me not to worry, that if I thought today was intense, it was nothing compared to the "fuck of my life" that I was going to get. 

She emphasized to me again that I wasn't allowed to 'play with myself.' Which was no big deal, it took my balls and penis three days to recover from the traumatic experience. 

On Wednesday when I saw my roommate, Brad, for the first time that week, having spent all my time bouncing between classes and the library, he patted me on the back. 




Blue Balls



"Congratulations big guy!" he said, "There are only a select few who get into the monthly inner sanctum meeting of the Cheerleaders." 

"Where in the world do you get your information?" I ask incredulously. 

"Don't worry buddy-boy, your secret's safe with me. It still amazes me though how I have all the muscles anyone can see and you're deficient in every area but one...and that's what counts." Then Brad lowered his voice and said, "Football season will be over in a month and then it's on to basketball season. Dawn will probably captain that cheerleading squad as well, although it will be interesting to check out the freshman competition. I hear there are a couple of hotties trying out." 

"Leave one or two of them for me, Len!" Brad laughed as he slapped me on the back and headed out the door. 

I showed up to Dawn's on Sunday an hour early, turned off my car engine and waited slumped down in my car, under a moss covered oak tree.  About thirty minutes later when I was just about to get out of my car, Dawn's door opened and John Payne, All-American Linebacker, emerged with a grin on his face. Dawn's face leaned partially out the door and they engaged each other in one last passionate kiss. With the windows up almost all the way and the distance from my car to her door, I couldn't hear their conversation. I watched as he headed down the stairs. As he got closer, I crouched low in the front seat so I wouldn't be detected. 

I waited another twenty minutes, checked to be sure the coast was clear, and then headed up the way John had come down. Who was I to dictate her actions I thought? I don't own her, although it seemed more and more like she owned me. John's presence did raise some questions however. I knocked on the door and was greeted by Dawn beaming with a fresh shiny white smile across her deeply tanned face. 

"Hi lover boy!" Dawn said in a teasing voice as she opened the door wide and invited me inside. 

Dawn looked incredible enough to eat, which in a way, was what I knew I was going to do! She was decked out in a short white tennis skirt that barely covered the "V" between her golden-brown legs. Those marvelously firm 36Ds were partially covered by a halter-type-jogging bra. Her constantly hard nipples were protruding through without any resistance. Dawn bent over slightly to turn on some music causing the back of her skirt to ride up a few inches exposing the bottom of her tight bare tan ass cheeks and backside of her pussy. A "whooooosh" of exhaled air came rushing out of me as I viewed this incredible sight. 

The next hour was like 'Deje... vu all over again, as some famous baseball manager used to say. Dawn on her back her perfect tits staring down at me. Her short tennis skirt flipped up, knees bent and spread wide, while I devoured her wet pussy. This time it seemed very slick to me, much wetter than the last times and her crease was wider, allowing me to get my mouth, nose, and face deeper into her. I rotated my face in circular motions while sticking my tongue even deeper. Dawn really got off this time... 

"OOOOOHHH LENNY! You've got it all going tonight...DIG DEEEPERRR, AWWWWWWW YEEAAAAHHHH...lick that goo out of me!!!" 

That was the first time I had heard her refer to her juices as goo, but she was right. It was thicker and whiter than I had ever seen it. 

Looking back on it now, it wouldn't have taken a rocket scientist to realize that an hour earlier John Payne had probably been pounding the shit out of Dawn's twat and here I was cleaning up the mess. But I was naive and hopeful for my shot and never put two and two together. 

Dawn was quite content at the end of our session, having had six orgasms. I on the other-hand was in my typical state of arousal, my cock at attention ready to go. It was then that Dawn started the process that would change my life forever. She reached over to the coffee table and picked up a wrapped package and handed it to me. 

"Open it," she said while giving me her best puppy dog eye look while biting her lower lip. 

I remembered the last gift she had given me and had no idea what she had bought this time.  The box was long and rectangular, almost like something that would contain a baseball bat, except it was about half that size. I eagerly unwrapped the box and lifted the top off. 

"What's this?" I asked, honestly having no idea as I lifted the clear cylindrical tube, which was around a foot and a half in length with some sort of small motor attached to it. 

Dawn smiled, "This is what we're going to use to help you with self-control...it's a penis pump!" 

"I...I...I don't know Dawn, can't we just work on it some other way?" I questioned while looking over the simple looking piece of machinery. 

"I don't think there is Lenny...you're only going to keep frustrating me and yourself if we don't take care of YOUR problem." She said, lips pouting. 

"Don't you want to make me happy?" 

I looked at her naked body and thought, what the hell, what's a guy like me have to lose? I'd find that out the hard way. 

"O.K.," I said, "Do you know how this thing works and what to do?" 

"Don't worry about that Lenny, just do everything I tell you, word for word, on schedule, and in one-month we'll have you cured." She answered rather eagerly. 

"A month?" I replied, "That's a pretty long time ar...ar...are you sure about this?" I became a little skeptical. 

"I'm positive...and besides you get to get off every time." She announced as her closing statement on the matter. "What you have to commit to is twice a day, six days a week for the next four weeks...do you think you're up for it?" she challenged glancing down at my rigid member, "I know your cock is!" she teased. 

"All right!" I answered taking the plunge and wanting to sound forceful, "Let's do it!" 

And with that confirmation I started down a path in which there would be no turning back. I was in for an exhaustive four weeks. I can still vividly recall the first time Dawn grabbed my semi-hard member and fed it into the pump. Even with my limp 9 inches, there was still about 6 inches of empty space at the end. 

"Wow!! This thing could fit a horse." I said 

Dawn tried to stifle a grin, "Well, actually there needs to be plenty of space available for the vacuum suction and expansion of your penis." Dawn replied. Then she flicked on the switch and a low hum that would become all to familiar started up. 

I watched in amazement over the next 45 minutes as my penis grew with the suction and Dawn would take me rate to the verge of orgasm and then shut it off. My role was to raise my hand when I was getting close to blowing my load so that she could shut it down. After the feelings had subsided for a minute or so, Dawn would flip it on again. In the final minutes, I was breaking out in a sweat and begging for release. Dawn shut it down, pulled it off my cock and encouraged me, 

"NOW...beat it till you cum!" 

I grabbed my reddened and engorged dick with both hands and began yanking outward as fast as I could. Dawn was fixated on my pistoning shaft as she continued to yell out, 

"BEAT IT...WHIP THAT BIG PIECE OF MEAT!!" 

I shook and moaned as wave after wave of pleasure pored through me and my sperm blew out all over her kitchen floor. 

"Why didn't you let me cum in the pump?" I asked. 

Dawn's reply was simple and to the point, 

"It's a mess to clean up and besides, I love watching you jack off...it turns me on." 

I sensed that the real reason was more the later than the former. Then Dawn made a check mark on her calendar and said, 

"See you tomorrow morning before classes for our next session." And with that she gave me a peck on the cheek and excused herself to get dressed. 

The only difference following the first session was that beginning with day two, not only did Dawn insert the tube over my penis, but she began to insert each of my balls into the machine as well. It was uncomfortable at first, but I got used to it. Dawn said it was part of the process to desensitize me so that I would eventually be able to delay my orgasm for hours. 

In the last week of our four-week "training" process, I began to notice how my cock was changing. With the two-a-day sessions it all seemed to blur together, but now as I examined myself closely for the first time since we had started I noticed two things. One my dick actually seemed a little longer, if that was possible, and two my shaft, head, and balls seemed to be thicker and fuller. At first I had thought it was due to the temporary affects of the vacuum tube suction, but now it appeared as if the "swelling" wasn't going down, that that was my true size. In addition, the veins and head of my penis had taken on a different look. Before, like my face, my cock even with its size seemed kind of "boyish" in appearance. Now the more noticeable and thick ropelike veins and the more bulbous look of the head, made it look almost fierce or angry.  When I brought this up to Dawn, she just put me off; said not to worry about the temporary affects and that in one week we would be ready for a test. 

Finally, the last session arrived and Dawn put me through the paces. She said, "today is the test...I'm going to turn the pump on its highest setting and see if I can get you to cum." 

As she slipped the tube over my cock I noticed that there were only a few inches left at the end instead of the original 6 inches when we had started. She turned on the pump and slowly increased the power setting from a low hum to a high-pitched whine. We both stared at a digital clock she had set up to see how long I could hold out.  After an hour straight, my cock had expanded from the suction to completely fill the pump. My cock was mashed against all sides of the clear plastic tube like someone pressing their face against a window. Dawn released my cock and yelled, 

"BEAT IT!!" as she placed the tube over my balls and turned the power up to maximum again. 

I two-fisted my cock as the machine inflated and "sucked" at my balls, while perspiration beaded up on my forehead, formed together and started flowing down my face in streams. Finally after another twenty minutes I yelled to Dawn that I was getting ready to cum and she released my balls. She laid down in front of me and screamed, 

"SHOOT YOUR CUM ALL OVER ME...GIVE IT TO ME!!" 

I was frantic as I straddle her body looking down at her as my sweat dripped onto her stomach. 

"HEAR YOU GO BITCH!!" 

I yelled back with a month's worth of pent-up emotion. It was almost surreal since I never thought of saying something like that to her. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhh myyy Gahhhhhhhhhhh.... Ahhhhhhhhhh..." 

I yelled as I pointed my dick at her face blowing load after load onto her hair, face, and body as I directed my fire hose trying not to leave any area untouched. Dawn in the meantime was in a frenzy on the carpet, back arched, fingering herself, looking like she was having some sort of seizure while she received my cum like it was a gift from the gods. 

"Ohhhhhh baby....you are there....you have finally arrived." She moaned with her eyes closed 

Great, I thought to myself, now I'll finally get to fuck this angel. As we were cleaning each other off with a moist washcloth I asked Dawn, "So, now when do we get to consummate this relationship?" 

"Lenny," she said "You don't actually think I'm going to let you put that thing in me, do you?" 

As she said it, she reached out to grab my deflated member. 

"Bu..buu...buuut" I babbled. 

She cut in waving me off with her hand, "This thing is 14 inches long now and as big around as my forearm...If I let you in my sweet little pussy you'd destroy it...there'd be no way I'd be able to feel anyone else as long as I lived." "No, Lenny," she said, "We have a special thing going right now and I've created this monster for a much more important purpose." 

I felt dejected and on the verge of tears. Dawn put her arms around me as we both viewed the pile of man meat lying on the floor between my legs. "I've got a special job for you this Friday. You'll get your pussy Lenny, and I'm going to be the one to help you!" 

I could only guess what Dawn had in mind because she wouldn't give me any of the details, only that I was supposed to be at the cheerleaders' sorority house Friday at 8 p.m.  My instructions were to wear baggy clothes and appear geeky. I figured I could handle those instructions and despite the fact that I had mixed emotions between being angry at Dawn while feeling betrayed, I felt compelled to go along. 

I showed up at cheerleader sorority house a few minutes before eight and was ushered in by the cute honey-blonde gal that had given me the blowjob by the pool. She took me into a side room and said that Dawn had asked her to fill me in on all the details while she was busy getting ready. As Amber, I found out was her name, recounted the details, I was surprised at how exclusive these girls were in regards to their memberships. Amber told me about the history of the cheerleaders here and how the first requirement was obviously to make one of the two major cheerleading squads - football or basketball.  There was also an initiation involved that the Senior Captain was in charge of. In this case it was Dawn. It was all very hush hush and the school administration turned their heads because of the great reputation of the cheerleaders in the community, with charity groups, the alumni, and of course all of the ogling fans. 

The initiation came down to the girl going through the initiation drawing three cards from a regular deck of playing cards. The first card drawn represented an action the girl would have to follow through with. The second card represented a sexual act that the girl would have to participate in. The third card determined the time frame upon which the second act would take place. There was a board, Amber pointed to, which showed each card followed by what it represented for the first, second, and third drawing. It all seemed rather elaborate and I asked where I fit in. 

"That's simple," she said smiling, "you're part of the second stage...the sexual act with the potential candidate." 

Dawn peeked her head into the room, "O.K. we're all set," she whispered.

I grabbed her arm and asked, "What's this all about Dawn? Who's the potential candidate and what am I supposed to do?" 

Dawn put her finger up to her lips to signal me to be quiet and said, "You may not even be involved Lenny, there are three potential guys for the candidate to choose from, you being one of them. If you're chosen by the candidate then you perform whatever action she has chosen."  "You'll do fine...I'm counting on it!" she winked, as she beckoned for me to follow her. 

All the blinds in the great room of the sorority house had been closed while various lights and candles were burning throughout. The eleven other Varsity Cheerleaders encircled the room, which had been modified with a plastic sheet covering the floor, a queen-size mattress in the middle of the floor, and one small end table with a deck of cards on it. I was motioned over to a corner and told to remain out of sight for now. Dawn stood at the head of the room and motioned for one of the girls manning the door to open it. 

It was then that I saw who tonight's candidate was - Tina Bradstreet. Tina was the freshmen sensation this year, easily making many of the upperclassmen jealous - at least the women. Not only was she stunningly beautiful, but she had ranked first in the State of Texas in gymnastics and was on the cheerleading squad that had placed first in Nationals. I watched Tina walk in with somewhat of a swagger. She had an air of superiority about her that came from knowing that you're beautiful and talented and having it confirmed all your life by those around you. I had seen her briefly at freshmen orientation, but tonight she looked hotter than ever. Tina was a true blonde with straight hair that flowed down to the middle of her back. She had cornflower blue eyes and light brown freckles that softly dotted her nose, shoulders and chest. While Dawn was tall for a cheerleader, Tina was her counterpart standing only about 5'-1" which is also typical of gymnasts. And while Dawn had huge 36D tits, Tina's looked to be about a 34C, but on her small frame they were more than adequate. 

As I watched her approach the middle of the room I overheard two of the cheerleaders in front of me, 

"Yeah, Dawn is jealous as hell over this one...she'll do whatever she can to make sure she doesn't make the team." 

The other one piped in with a grin, "This should be interesting...I heard she's only had sex a few times with her high school Bo back home!" 

Tina stood in the center of the room looking straight ahead at Dawn with a challenging look. Dawn cleared her throat and began in a load voice, 

"Tonight we are making an exception to our longstanding rules and allowing Tina Bradstreet to go through the initiation prior to cheerleading tryouts tomorrow. This was done to accommodate Tina's schedule and by recommendation of Ms. Dane, the Senior Judge for tryouts." 

"Miss Bradstreet, do you understand the initiation of the cards?" Dawn asked looking deep into her eyes. 

"I do." Tina replied without hesitation. 

I looked up and down the length of Tina's body taking in her firm perky breasts that were covered by a white tank top and the tan muscular legs that extended down from her short tennis skirt. She was much more self-assured than I would have been in this situation. 

"Miss Bradstreet, turn over your first card!" Dawn commenced. 

Tina leaned forward and flipped over the top card on the deck. It was a Queen of Diamonds, which caused the whole Cheerleading Squad to squeal with delight. Tina looked up questioningly, but still showed no signs of fear whatsoever. I tried to see what was written on the board behind Dawn but it was beyond my sight. 

Dawn began her proclamation, "Miss Bradstreet will remove her panties and have her pussy shaved." 

Three of the team members approached Tina and had her sit in the chair provided. One of the girls had a washbasin, the second a bottle of shaving cream, and the third a razor. 

"Take off your panties and lift up your skirt," the girl with the shaving cream commanded. 

I craned my head to get a better look over the cheerleaders in front of me. Tina lifted up her little skirt to reveal a pair of white cotton string bikini underwear made more brilliant by her deeply tanned legs.  She lifted herself up off the chair enough to wiggle them past her buttocks and down over her white tennis shoes. She kept looking straight ahead with that defiant look as she lifted her skirt up over her waist to reveal that she truly was a real blonde. The cheerleader with the shaving cream was beaming as she applied the cream to her blonde bush. 

"You're gonna love the slick baby feeling when were done with you girly!" 

Tina kept her head up high, as if to say, 'I'm beyond this, but I'm going to put up with your silly games.' 

The gal with the razor started with the procedure and after quickly dispensing with the top two inches of her bush, looked up with a grin at Tina and said, 

"O.K. Miss Priss, spread those legs so I can get the rest of your pretty yellow mound!" 

Tina hesitated briefly and I thought that maybe this would push her over the edge, but then she seemed to dig down deeper as she furrowed her brow, took her two hands and pulled her legs wide apart, her tennis shoes on the floor pressed against one another. The girl with the razor got down on her knees so that she was eye-level with Tina's pussy. 

"Mmmmmm...Mmmmmm...in a few more minutes, you're going to look like the day you were born." 

With that Tina shut her eyes tight like she was wanting to pretend that all of this would just go away. It was fun in a way to see someone on the receiving end of the teasing and I found my dick starting to harden as I watched the last of the pussy hair cut away. The girl with the basis took out a washcloth and wiped away all of the excess hair and shaving cream and then pulled out a bottle of baby oil, squirted it into her hand and started rubbing it all over Tina's now bald pussy. 




Blue Bird



I strolled along the wide sidewalk in the early evening. It was warm still with just a hint of light filtering around me. I glanced to one side a caught a glimpse of my reflection in the darkened store window. "Nice," I muttered aloud to no one. I paused and faced the window, staring as though I were looking into a dressing mirror. My blouse fit snuggly over my chest, my breasts filling it without the aid of a bra. My nipples poked the fabric from the excitement of looking at the reflection. My short skirt hung nicely over my firm rounded hips. I leaned back slightly against my crutches and looked at my long right leg, bare, alone, extending to the black high heel shoe on my foot. A quick glance around found no one near. I snaked the left hem of my skirt up until my hip exposed itself. I watched the short rounded part where my leg once matched the other and smiled for a moment before letting go of the skirt, giving it a shake to make sure it hung properly.

"Hi Jan," Mark said as I approached still about fifteen feet away. He leaned against the outside wall of the 'Blue Bird', a causal restaurant where he had suggested we meet for dinner.

We had stumbled upon each other though an Internet dating site, chatted online for over a month, talked on the phone, and this was our first time to meet in person. Living a thousand miles apart made it difficult to do so, but he had traveled to meet a customer in a town nearby and we had agreed we should meet. My heart had been racing all afternoon and I had gotten little done at work. I left early to change and now felt like I needed another shower.

"Wow! So, at last we meet," I said as he held my waist and held me close enough to feel his chest swell with a deep breath. I stared into his blue eyes and struggled to not move too fast. I kissed him on the cheek and pulled back. "How was the meeting?" I figured that might be a safe topic.

"I closed the deal. I'd been talking to them about the software for several months. My boss was pleased."

"Hey, it gave us a chance to meet." I grinned as I continued to look at him. I took a step back and struck a pose. "What do you think?" I cooed softly. "Worth the wait?" I smiled and stepped closer.

His tongue wiped across his lower lip. "My goodness, yes. Stunningly beautiful." The tongue wiped the other direction. "Good enough to eat." He grinned.

We had a lot of sexual talk online. We had exchanged naughty words. We both loved to talk that way. I'd had more than a few orgasms in the process, though I had not told him. Even while walking along the sidewalk this evening, I knew I would not deny us a chance to get naked in bed.

"Golly, should we skip to desert?" I laughed and wiped my wet palms along my skirt feeling another part of me forming its own wetness.

"I can't say the thought hasn't crossed my mind." He laughed. "Maybe we should eat so we will have the strength for later on." He laughed again and pulled the door open.

I almost expected him to sit beside me in the booth, but he took the bench across the table from me. He mumbled something about it would let us look at each other better. My hand rested in the middle of the table as I opened the menu. He took the bait and wrapped his fingers around mine.

"This is so exciting," he said looking up from the menu towards my face. "It is no lie that I've fantasized about you ... a lot." He ignored the menu for a moment as the thought filled my mind. "You know ... all the things we talked about online. I lay in bed and replay them all the time." His lips formed a kiss and blew it towards me.

"We have some specials," the lanky big-breasted waitress with cleavage exposed said breaking the spell that was forming. We quickly scanned the menu and ordered, then watched her ass sway as she walked away.

"Did you like that?" I asked quietly.

"No way it could compare to what is across the table from me." His fingers squeezed mine then relaxed.

"Good answer." I laughed. "I like smaller boobs ... that way I don't have to wear a bra." I cupped one breast for a moment.

"Yeah, too many legs."

"Yeah." Now it was my turn to squeeze his fingers as my mind drifted back to the reflection in the store window. Now four years without the leg, I still was happy. "Yeah," I said as I returned to the moment. It was no secret to Mark. I had told him after several online talks after he told me about his preference for women like me, at least for women with one leg. He had admitted not giving much thought to why I had wanted this, but that he did not mind.

The dinner conversation was light and only served to pass time. We already knew much about each other from our time online. Parts of my body were demanding attention and I assumed he was feeling the same. I was happy to see the credit card receipt placed back on the table and him putting the card in his wallet. I stood and put my crutches under my arms and watched as he shoved the wallet into his hip pocked.

"My, is someone anxious to leave?" he teased as he stood.

"I want you alone," I replied with a smirk remaining on my face for a moment. I glanced around realizing that I might have said that a bit loudly. No one seemed to be staring.

"Well, well. I think that is easy to arrange. My hotel is a few blocks a way ... if you'd like to come back with me."

"Yes. I most definitely like to cum ... with you." I made sure there was no mistaking how I pronounced the word. It was something I had been ready for since some of the first erotic chats online with him.

His hand gently held the small of my back as we walked along the sidewalk. Deserted, dark, and we were alone. Sensual feelings surged and raced though my body from his touch. I wished my blouse were not blocking his touch from the bare skin.

The elevator opened on the twelfth floor with a ding. The carpeted hall stretched forever in both directions. He pushed me to the left and soon the lock clicked as he removed the cardkey from the shinny brass lock. I don't remember the door closing behind us. I know it did. All I could hear was my heart pounding.

"Make your self comfortable," he suggested as he walked to a small mini-bar. Bent over, he glanced back at me. "Do you care for a drink?"

"Scotch if you have it." I did not need anything to weaken my inhabitations. It just sounded appropriate. I sat on the couch in front of a fireplace and lay my crutches on the floor to one side. My hand reached out and took the glass as he settled beside me. Our glasses clinked in a mock toast before the first sip.

"Wow," he muttered as his eyes undressed me. At least that is what I assumed he was doing. 

It was exactly what mine were doing to him. I snickered and took another sip. "Oh yeah?" I teased. "Do you have me naked yet?" I laughed and rested my hand on his neck, gently rubbing my fingers.

He leaned forward and sat his glass on the low table then took mine to place beside it. Without comment, his lips touched mine. The sensual force was incredible and there was no resistance. Our tongues meet. They moved back and forth between our mouths. I could feel myself lowered backwards and my hands stroked his back.

"The bed might be better," I encouraged, though I did not have too as his hand pulled between my thighs. "Baby," I moaned spreading my single leg and letting the foot slide to the floor. My lips sucked his and our tongues dipped into the wetness of our mouths. "There's no rush," I whispered letting him know I wanted him, now or later.

His hand slid along my thigh under my short skirt. As he realized I had no panties and nicely shaved there, he inhaled deeply in a huge sigh. "Darling," he blew into my mouth around my tongue. His fingers explored my wetness and felt inside for a moment before his hand drifted to my short stump. It wrapped the soft mound and lightly massaged. "Very nice," he whispered pulling his face away from mine.

"Go ahead, look," I suggested pulling on the hem of my skirt. "Everything down there is something I love. I know you do too."

His lips kissed my navel as he trailed a series of wet marks over my hot skin. My hand lightly guided his head. Of course, he needed no encouragement. His hands pushed my thighs farther apart. The one on my stump continued to massage. "Lovely," he mumbled as he paused to savor the view. His tongue dug though my pussy and lifted the clit out of its hiding place. Without thinking, I rocked my crotch against his mouth. His lips wrapped around my clit and lightly sucked.

I maintained contact. "Good," I encouraged gently then rubbed my pussy over his lips. "Eat me baby." I rubbed myself against him again feeling a finger enter me then another. "Yeah." Quickly I was lost in an intense orgasm then fell limp against the arm of the couch.

"I guess I did a good job," he teased as he sat upright and stared at the nakedness once covered by my short skirt. "Damn," he drawled. My eyes fluttered open and then an expression covered my face as if to ask what the problem might be. He realized my puzzlement. "No, no. I was just enjoying the view. That is one lovely pussy you have ... and that stump. WOW!"

"Yeah. Custom made. I love it." I stood and slipped the skirt towards my foot. With a slight hop, I was free of it. My hands reached out and I made a slow turn modeling for him. "Do you like?" I quizzed.

His hands reached out and rested along side of my hips. "What's not to like?" He smiled and pulled me against his mouth. Again, his hand cupped the end of my stump and fondled as he nibbled my pussy.

"You do seem to like to kiss down there," I teased moving my stump outward.

"Is that a complaint?"

"Hell no!" My hand pulled his head tighter against me and I thrust my pussy outward. "Eat me baby, eat me all night long," I begged loudly.

He sucked my clit and squeezed my stump tightly, then pulled back slightly. I heard my loud sigh. "The bed," he quickly said before standing and leading me by the hand.

I pulled my blouse from my body and dropped it near the edge of the bed then sat beside him. We pulled at his belt and zipper dragging his pants away together. Soon his erection stood nicely without any clothing to hide it. I grinned as I closed my fingers around the warm skin, just letting it rest in my grip for a moment before leaning down to kiss the skin stretched tightly across the swollen head.

"Dreamed of this," I mumbled as it slipped between my lips, just the head for now. My lips wet the head and my tongue circled the thick edge.

"Slide that sweet ass up this way," he begged pulling at my foot. I did. I could feel his lips kiss across my stump and up the few inches to my pussy. I moaned and spread my thighs. His face found where it belonged and his tongue vanished inside.

It seemed like days; maybe it was only minutes or hours. Eventually we became so drained there was no strength to do more. I fell asleep with my head on his chest, his arm wrapped around my shoulders.

-

"Housekeeping!" the deep female voice boomed along with the rap of knuckles on the door. Soon a click followed as a cardkey unlocked the door. "Sorry, I'll come back," the woman sheepishly said closing the door behind her.

I figured it was not the first pair of naked bodies uncovered on the bed she had seen and I did not attempt to keep it from happening. Mark's cock was standing nicely though the whole time even though he was still asleep. Softly, quietly, I moved my face towards the cock. The crusted remains of multiple orgasms on the sheet brushed against my skin. Most of his cock had been in my mouth for several minutes before he awoke.

I stopped and looked back at his face. "You missed the maid ogling your cock." I laughed and sucked a few more times. I adjusted my position and straddled him letting it slowly disappear inside me. "This is the way to wake up baby." I rocked my ass and rode him up and down. "Don't you think?"

His hand held my breasts like a warm bra and his thumbs caressed my nipples into replicas of small mountains. "The thought has crossed my mind more than once, you know."

"And?" I begged as my head rocked back and my mouth fell open in a small gasp. "Oh baby, this is one fine cock." I brought my head forward and draped my hair over his face.

"I was thinking we need to find a way to wake up like this more often."

"Kind of tough when you are a thousand miles away."

"We don't have to be ... do we?"

"No baby, we don't. Who moves? Who gives up their current job?

"Would it be that easy?" He asked between groans as his orgasm grew near.

I continued to fuck his cock and look down at him as we talked. His hand cradled my stump. After a few more passes along his long shaft, I said, "Yeah." He smiled, but remained quiet. "It's not like we just met in a bar last night. We've been talking a while. This has been as good as I dreamed it would be."

"Really?"

"Yeah baby. I could see us together ... don't you? Or do you have other one legged chicks after you?" I stopped fucking his cock even though I knew he was very close.

He shoved his cock deep inside me. "Don't stop." He shoved it again encouraging me to restart my fuck. 

I sat still and sat upright with my arms cross under my breasts. My nipples peeked over them. "Well?" My expression remained slightly cold. A frown began to form.

His hands pulled at my arms and I felt myself rolling onto my back. His cock reentered me, this time more deeply. His long slow strokes excited me. His face now hung over mine. A few strokes in silence, then "You are all I dream of darling." Now, he completed a few more strokes, still in silence. "I told my boss I wanted to move here to manage this new contract. He agreed." His chest pressed against mine. My leg wrapped over his back. We finished our orgasms together. We remained in each other's arms. Forever.