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First Aid

By: TenaciousD



It was 8:30 am on a rainy Monday, possibly the worst combination of events ever. Walking to school from my apartment took about 10 minutes, not too bad when the weather is nice. On that day, however, it was like getting another shower, this time fully clothed. On top of the crappy weather, it was Monday morning. I had an assignment due at 3:00 pm that needed to be edited and finished off before I handed it in. Unfortunately, I had classes from 10:30 am until 3:00 pm, so the editing had to be done before class. Getting up early always sucks, and getting up to finish an assignment (and getting drenched in the process) sucks at least 10 times more. So it's safe to say that I wasn't in the best of moods.

After peeling off my wet jacket and hanging it in my locker, I headed for the same study area I always used in the library. As I approached my usual table, I noticed someone else already sitting there. Cursing under my breath, I walked up to the table to see who'd taken my spot. It turned out to be Greg Jackson, possibly the biggest prick in my class. He was one of those guys that got under your skin... a real asshole, but the women were still attracted to him. To make it worse, he always rubbed it in to us other guys whenever he'd scored with a new chick. The table was big enough for two, but books and papers were scattered all over both sides.

I looked around, and not seeing any other free desks, gestured to the empty chair. "Mind if I move your stuff? I need a place to work."

Greg glanced up to acknowledge my presence, then looked back down at his work again before saying "Sorry Dave, Sara's sitting there. She just got up for a second."

Sara was new to our class, transferring over from another university earlier this term. She seemed nice enough, though I'd never really talked to her before. Rumour had it that she was on Greg's "to-do list", as he called it.

Greg came up for air again. "Say, what time is it?"

"It's...," I looked down at my wristwatch, "8:53."

"Shit, I've got class across campus at 9:00." Greg started throwing his books and papers into his backpack. "Here, you use this spot while I'm gone. And tell Sara I'll be back at 11:00, would ya Sport?" He pointed at me and winked before leaving. Fucking prick. Oh well, I thought, at least I can get to work now. Forget about that asshole, let's get this damned assignment done and out of the way.

Pulling back the chair and sitting down, my eyes settled on a girl across the room. She was reaching for a book on the top shelf of a bookcase, standing on her tip-toes. The stacks were about 8' high or so, not high at all for a 6'3" guy like myself, but her shorter 5'4" frame had to stretch a little to grab books from the very top. Her midriff was bared slightly as she extended her right arm, revealing her back, and the top curve of her hips. She was wearing a snug red sweater that just covered her torso, hence the slight revealing look when she stretched, and a nicely filled-out pair of jeans. Turning around, I noticed her chestnut brown hair fell a little past her shoulders, resting on the shoulders of her lithe frame. She was heading this way, so I turned my gaze down at my bookbag and began unpacking my work.

"Hi, I don't think we've met before. I'm Sara, I'm new in your class."

Looking up, I realized the girl I was just checking out from afar was Sara. The only time I'd seen her was from back-on in class, mostly because of my habit of slinking into the back of class 5-10 minutes late. She had beautiful brown eyes that matched her hair, covered with a stylish pair of wireframe glasses. Her slight smile seemed both naughty and nice at the same time, which got my imagination going...

After a couple of seconds passed, I realized I should say something instead of just staring at her. "Hi, I'm Dave. Greg had to run-off to class, and I needed a place to study, so... here I am."

Sara slid down into her seat across from mine, then leaned over me to whisper, "Just between you and me, do you find Greg to be a little... overbearing?"

Her perfume wafted into my nostrils as she leaned in, a subtle yet intoxicating scent that was extremely pleasing. I chuckled before responding, "Yeah... he can be a bit too much at times, if that's what you mean."

"Whew, I was afraid it was just me," she said. "He seems like a nice guy, but he reminds me of my old boyfriend too much. We broke up just before I transferred here. It was actually a good excuse to dump his sorry ass though, heh." Saying this with a laugh, Sara then stretched her arms out, yawning. "Still adjusting to the change in time zones though."

I watched her yawn, as her head turned slightly skyward. While her eyes were looking away from me, I checked her out once more. Her chest was pointed out as she yawned, her breasts jutting out even more. They weren't huge by any standard, but looked to be good B-cup size, just enough to fill your palm. They seemed to stand out firm on her chest, proudly displaying themselves. Damn, this girl was beautiful.

She finished yawning, and I quickly averted my eyes back to a more neutral target. After a few minutes of work (and me stealing glances at her whenever the opportunity arose) she spoke up again.

"Say Dave, do you know where they keep the older periodicals in this library? I need to find an old journal article for an assignment."

"Sure," I said. "They keep a bunch of older journals and papers in the old part of the library, up on the fourth floor. I'll show you where."

I got up to go, letting her walk ahead of me like the gentleman I am. The elevator in the library was only used by the staff and special need students, so we had to take the stairs. Watching her walk ahead of me was heaven. Her near-perfectly shaped ass wiggled oh so attractively, making it harder for me to walk myself. I had to look away every now and then in fear that she'd look back and catch me with my face practically up her ass. When I did look away, I'd glance up at her breasts and watch them bounce ever so slightly with each step as well. This woman was amazing, and I immediately resolved to build up the nerve to ask her out sometime.

We arrived at the fourth floor, which was mostly older periodicals and texts that no one used anymore. Half of the floor was filled with cardboard boxes full of the library's administrative records. Walking among the mess, we ended up in the furthest corner of the room, where a bookcase was filled with early 19th century volumes of some ancient journal.

"I think that's the one I need up there," Sara said, pointing to an old volume on the top shelf. "Be a dear and get it for me, would you?" She smiled at me, batting those brown eyes at me for encouragement, not that I needed it.

I reached for the volume, grabbed it with one hand and yanked back on it, expecting it to slide out with ease. However, the accumulation of dust and grime on the shelf had virtually grown the book to the shelf. I tugged a bit harder, then harder again, before my hand slipped and my momentum threw me back on the floor.

Sara ran over to my prone body on the library floor. "Oh, are you ok? I'm soooo sorry I made you reach for that book, it's all my fault if you're hurt..."

I sat up, not really hurt at all, but thinking I could squeeze some pity from her. "I'm ok, I think... kind of twisted my arm when I landed though."

"Don't move, let me check it out. I've got a first aid certificate. Now, lie back down until I check you out." She gently pushed me back down to the floor, leaning in as she did so. Her breasts lightly rubbed against my chest as she did so, sliding her body softly over mine. Sara inspected the forearm I fell on, lightly rubbing it with her hands. "Does this hurt?" she asked, as she gently squeezed it.

"Ouch!" I faked a slight pain, hoping it would lead to more of her taking care of me. "I think it might be sprained or something."

"Wuss." she joked. "Although, it could be a torn ligament or something... we'd better get some ice on that for you. Come on, I have some supplies in my car. First, let me quickly check the rest of your body for any bumps or bruises." Sara then quickly ran her hands down my other arm and legs, feeling around intermittently and asking if I felt any pain. Just before she was finished, she rubbed her right hand over my crotch, gently squeezing the bulge of my half hard-on in my crotch. "Ooh, I think that's a bump there. We'll need to get some ice for that too." she said, winking at me.

I blushed and couldn't think of anything to say, as I got up and followed her down the stairs. "Damn," I thought. "Now she must think I'm a total perv or something... no way she'll want anything to do with me anytime soon."

We left the library and went to her car in the parking lot. I waited for her as she searched around in the trunk, then came back empty-handed.

"Sorry," she said. "Don't have anything here. Thought for sure I had my first-aid kit with me, but guess I was wrong." I'd figured as much. Now here's the part where she takes off as quickly as possible and...

"But I know for sure I've got one at my apartment. It's only a 5 minute drive from here, if you think you can last that long with those injuries." she added, with a slight nod to my crotch. Well, maybe she wasn't as offended as I thought.

We got into her car and I reached to put on the seat belt. Sara got into the driver's seat, but instead of reaching for her seatbelt, her hands reached over and unzipped my jeans. Looking up, she explained, "We need to expose the area, or the swelling could get even worse. Wouldn't that be a terrible thing?" Before I could say anything, she'd reached into my boxers and slid her hand inside. I lifted my ass off of the seat and slid my jeans down to my knees to give her better access.

Sara slid her hand out and yanked down the boxers too. My 3/4 erection was now proudly exposed, twitching slightly as it raged on toward full tumescence. Sara licked her lips and ran her hand up the hardening shaft, admiring the small drop of pre-cum she'd produced on the head. "Mmmmm, looks like someone's excited. Are you that glad to meet me, Dave?"

All I could do in reply was groan lowly as her fingers slowly slid down my now full 7". Sara flicked her tongue, licking up the small pearl of pre-cum into her mouth. "Oooh, tasty. I can't wait for the main course." She then leaned back over to her seat and started up the car. Thankfully, it was an automatic, so she could drive with one hand and continue to stroke my shaft with the other.

I was going out of my mind with horniness by now, so I reached over and rubbed her right breast, feeling how firm it was. She took her hand off of my cock and partly lifted up her sweater so I could slip my hand underneath. As she focused on driving, I slid my hand underneath her bra cup and rubbed her nipple until it was stiff, which didn't take very long. Sara moaned softly and sped up a little, just as anxious as I was to reach her place.

As we pulled up into her driveway, I zipped up again for the time being. We ran into her apartment building. Thankfully, she lived on the ground floor, and in a few seconds (that seemed like forever) we were inside her place. It was a small single apartment, with a kitchen, living room, bedroom and bathroom.

Sara lifted her sweater over her head and flung it on the sofa, then wrapped her arms around me. I felt her soft brown hair tickling my neck as she kissed me passionately, thrusting her soft tongue into my mouth. I kissed her back hard, probing her invading tongue with my own. Her hands fell to my jeans, one unzipping them again and the other tugging them down from behind. I reached back and unfastened her bra, letting it fall to the floor along with my jeans once it was undone.

I quickly kick off my shoes so my jeans can come completely off as Sara removed hers too then slid out of her jeans. I glanced down at her crotch and saw that she was wearing a cute pair of pink panties, which looked like they were made of silk. She saw me admiring her underwear, then kneeled down in front of me. "If you're a good boy, I'll let you feel them later. And if you're really good, you can feel what's inside of them."

As she was talking dirty to me, she stroked my rigid cock, rubbing its purple head on her nipples and between her tits. She looked up into my eyes the whole time, which was extremely sexy. Then, with out missing a beat or moving her eyes, she slid my pole up between her tits one more time and inserted its head into her waiting mouth. I gasped, her tongue rolling all over my cock head, rubbing the rest of my shaft with her soft hands at the same time. Leaning back against the doorframe so I wouldn't fall over, I groaned my pleasure at her skillful cocksucking. She slid one hand to my balls and rubbed them, cupping them one at a time, then alternating between gently pushing them together and separating them. Sara's other hand reached back between my ass and teased my asshole. I'm not too big on the whole anal thing, but when a girl starts playing around back there at the same time as she's working on my dick, it really adds to the sensation. Sara released my cock head and asked how I was liking it so far. My dick sprung up, smacking wetly off of my stomach from her saliva and my pre-cum. I responded by scooping her lithe form up off of the floor and carrying her to her couch.

Laying her down on the couch and climbing over her in a 69 position, my hands went immediately for her panties. I had to see her pussy, how she trimmed it, how wet it was, how pink her lips were... Pausing only a second to rub her mound through the silk fabric, I pulled the crotch of her panties to one side to reveal her moist pussy. Her lips were swelling, and she had a neatly trimmed bush with a small square shaped patch at the top of her vulva. Sara whimpered in pleasure, then returned her attentions back to my cock. She began deep throating all 7" of me, whipping her tongue into a frenzy at the same time. Returning my attention to her, I lowered my head and kissed both of her thighs, teasing her a little. My tongue dipped into her soaking labia, tasting her juices. She was really wet, and I spread that wetness over the rest of her pussy with my fingers. Sara moaned as I brushed her clit, gently rubbing her love bulb before getting back to her swollen cunt lips. I dipped my tongue in, flicking it every which way and shaking my head to add to the vibrating effect. My nose was brushing against her patch of pubic hair, and her musky scent was driving me wild. I thrust my tongue inside of her, moving it in and out as fast as I could.

Meanwhile, Sara's deep throat action was driving me to the brink of orgasm. She was taking all of my hard cock in her mouth for 4 or 5 strokes, stopping every now and then to focus only on the head or pulling it out and rubbing it against her cheek. It was driving me nuts, and I was going to blow my load soon. I told her as much, and she pulled out my dick with a wet pop from her suction.

"Ooh, we can't have you coming yet. I'm in need of some good, deep fucking before I'm done with you, Davey boy."

With that, she lead me to the bedroom by the cock, squeezing me so I wouldn't come yet. I licked my lips, tasting her juices. I couldn't wait to be balls deep in her tight little cunt.

I sat down on the edge of her bed, my hard on sticking straight up. She kissed me deeply, our respective juices from the other's tongues mingling in our mouths. She lowered herself on my cock, sliding in slowly, inch by inch, until I was in to the hilt. Moaning her approval of how well I fitted her, Sara groaned and started bouncing in my lap. I lowered my neck and sucked on one of her nipples, tugging on it lightly. She responded by pushing her tit further into my mouth, pulling on her other nipple herself.

"Oh yeah... that feels so good, baby. You like my tits, don't you? Play with my tits while you fuck my tight pussy... fuck it hard!" She was grinding away in earnest now, and I could feel drops from her wetness on my thigh.

I leaned back on her bed, letting Sara crawl on top of me, still controlling our fucking. I kept nibbling on her tit, and moved my hands to her fine ass, pulling her down onto my cock with each thrust of her hips. After a bit of that, I eased one hand onto her asshole, the other to her clit. Sara was already rubbing her clit furiously as she fucked me, I just placed one hand on top of hers to help out. With my other hand, I probed around her asshole to see if she was ok with that. She moaned out for me to continue, and I started to rub her hole gently. This really got her going, and she let out a high pitched squeal.

Sara got up off of me and quickly got on all fours on the bed. "Fuck me doggy style, I really need you to pound my pussy as hard as you can! Fuck me!" I had no problem complying with that order, and after teasing her by rubbing the head of my cock around the outside of her dripping pussy, I plunged in once again. God, she was so hot and wet inside... my cock was near the bursting level now. My balls were bouncing off of her tight ass, smacking loudly as we fucked. I reached for her tits, pulling on her super-hard nipples as she was rubbing her clit with both hands. By now, the headboard of the bed was slamming furiously off of Sara's bedroom wall. I'm sure her neighbours would have headaches for weeks after this if they were home.

Sara was really screaming now, and her pussy tightened on my thrusting cock. That was it for me, no turning back from there. I shoved my dick in as far as I could before yelling out a cry of joy as I shot load after load into Sara's spasming cunt. She milked my cock for all it was worth before we both collapsed on the bed. I rolled to the side so as not the crush the poor girl. After a few minutes, she climbed on top of me as my shrinking dick slipped out of her pussy.

"Thanks lover. I really needed that." She ran her hand over my chest and I pulled her to my mouth, kissing her deeply. "Any time baby, anytime."

We lay there for a few more minutes, basting in the afterglow, then got up and went to the shower. We soaped each other up, and when she rubbed her soaped up body against mine, my cock twitched and started to grow hard again.

"Well," she said, "looks like that swelling problem is back again. Do you need me to kiss it and make it better?"

I couldn't believe how fucking unbelievable this woman's sexual appetite was! She engulfed my cock in her mouth before it could reach full mast, deep throating it all as it grew. This woman was an expert in giving head, I was already fully hard after only a few seconds of her work. I reached up to her shower head, which I noticed was a detachable one, and got her to splay her legs open while she was sucking me off. I adjusted the spray to a thin focused one, and aimed it at her pussy. She moaned without missing a beat, still bobbing wildly on my cock. Again she moved a finger to play with my ass, driving me nuts. Her other hand was diddling her clit, and I moved the spray a lot closer to her pussy, just pounding her cunt with a great force of pleasure. This sent her over the edge, and she thrust her finger further up my ass, triggering another orgasm for me.

After we caught our breath and cleaned ourselves up again, we had a bite to eat at her place. It was only then, around 1:30 pm, that I realized that my assignment was due in a little over an hour! We raced back to the school, and I managed to get the paper passed in literally minutes before the deadline. Sara and I continued to see each other, much to Greg's disgust, and I ended up getting a B+ on my paper. All in all, it turned out to be the best rainy Monday morning ever!

First Aid



"Hello?"

"Hi, Miss Jessi."

"Hello."

"Hey, you wouldn't happen to have any straight pins and some rubbing alcohol, would you?"

"No, ummm...why?"

"Well, I smashed my finger and I've been draining it and now it's all full again."

"Ed, that's disgusting. Why don't you go to the doctor?"

"Don't want to."

"It could get infected." 

"That's why I keep draining it." 

"Do you want to bring your finger here? I'll see what I got."

"Yep that would be great."

"Okay, I'll see you in a bit."

"Okay, bye."

I hung up the phone and shook my head, laughing to myself as I went into the bathroom and grabbed my make-up bag. 

Ed is my best friend, I've known him since I was sixteen years old. He was a senior in high school when I was a junior. I met him one day when I decided to skip school and so did he. We were parked right by each other and as I got in my car he spoke up.

"Hey, where do you think you're going?"

"I don't know, but I ain't staying here."

"Yeah, me neither." 

"Where are you going?"

I moved to the other side of the car so I could get a better look at him. 

"Don't know either." 

"Oh by the way, my name's Jessi."

"I'm Ed." 

"That's great Ed, wanna hang out, since neither one of us knows where it is we're going to go?"

"Sounds great, but don't we still need a plan?"

"Naw, c'mon. We'll take my car."

We ended up at a restaurant in the next town and over breakfast we discussed were to go next. We spent the day mainly just hanging out at the lake and from there built a very good friendship. 

I heard a knock on the door and I laughed again. Ed would do some crazy stuff, but I never thought I'd get a phone call asking if he could operate on his finger in my house. 

I opened the door and let him in. He went straight for the kitchen while I let my dog outside. 

"So, what you got for me?"

"I couldn't find anything really. Got this pair of tweezers, do you think that'll work?"

"I don't know I'll try it."

"Here's some peroxide too."

"Thanks."

I left the kitchen, my stomach wasn't made to watch people poke themselves. I heard him hissing as he worked on his finger and in a short while he called to me.

"Okay, I'm done. You got any band-aids?"

I walked back in the kitchen and looked at his finger. He pulled his hand back when I touched it and I gave him a, don't-be-such-a-big-baby look.

"It hurts."

"Yeah, but I don't think it's infected."

"Me neither."

"Ummm...I don't think I have any band-aids. But I'll look."

I jumped up on the counter and opened the cabinet. I don't know why I throw things up where I can't reach them, but I do, and if I had any band-aids they would be on the top shelf. I looked around and couldn't find any. 

"I don't see any."

I turned my head and looked down to see Ed looking up my skirt.

"Got a good view there, Ed?"

"Yeah, but if you could spread your legs a little more."

I laughed and moved off the counter.

"Miss Jessi's not wearing any underwear."

I smiled, he'd called me Miss Jessi ever since the first time I met him. I was the only one he ever did that to and I had always enjoyed it.

"I never wear underwear, Ed."

"Oh yeah, I didn't know that."

He put his head down and started playing with his finger. He looked up a short time later.

"Well, I really wish you had a band-aid, but if you don't, I guess I'm done here."

"Okay. I hope your finger gets better soon."

"Yeah, me too."

I turned around to walk out of the kitchen and Ed grabbed me. He pulled me close to him, and his hand went right up my skirt to my pussy. I gave a surprised squeal and then sighed as I felt his fingers playing on my pussy. I pushed back further into him and he bent down to my ear.

"Have to pay the doctor don't I?"

"But I didn't do anything."

"Shhh...sure you did, you provided the things I needed." 

I laughed, "so really I'm more like the nurse and you're the doctor."

"You could look at it that way."

I moaned as he moved his fingers down and inserted one into my pussy. 

He turned me around and kissed me. I moaned as I felt his tongue brush against my lip. We kissed passionately for several minutes, and his fingers found their way down to my pussy again. He pulled away and looked down at me. 

"Do you think we should go find band-aids somewhere else?"

"Yes, I think we should."

"Do you think that there would be some in the bedroom?"

"Might be, I put things in odd places."

"Yes, I know."

I grabbed hold of his hand and led him into the bedroom. He wrapped me in his arms again. We resumed kissing, until he pushed me down on the bed. 

He lifted my legs up to my chest and began to lick my pussy. His tongue felt so good on me, and I began to cum instantly. He shoved his tongue as far as it would go into my dripping cunt, and I came again. 

I sat up, took off his baseball cap, and watched as he enjoyed me. He looked up at me and smiled.

"You have the sweetest tasting pussy. I can't believe how sweet it is."

I laughed, "thank you." 

He moved a finger into my pussy, and brought it back out. He moved it to my lips and I sucked on it. 

"See?"

"Hmmm-mmmm....I'm very sweet." 

I winked at him, and he went back to lapping my pussy. He placed two fingers inside of me and began to fuck me. I bucked, moaning louder.

"Keep that up, Ed! Jesus that feels so good!"

He moved his hand from me, and I pouted. But soon it was back, he placed one finger in my pussy, and harshly shoved the other into my ass. I screamed, the pleasure of feeling his finger in my ass sent me into another orgasm. He watched for while, then placed his lips back on my clit. I really couldn't take anymore, and I pulled his head from me. 

"Fuck me. I want to feel your cock."

He said nothing but stood up and took off his clothes. I watched, and smiled as his cock came into view. He lifted me, facing me away from him, and planting my feet on the floor. He bent me over, so that my upper body was secured on the bed, and once again I felt one finger in my pussy and one in my ass. I moaned but shook my head.

"No, no! I want your cock. Ed please give me your cock!" 

"Don't you like this?"

I moaned loudly, "Yes I do, but I want your cock!" 

He finger fucked me till I came one more time. He pulled his hand from me, grabbed my hips, and shoved his cock in my pussy. My body began to shake instantly as I felt his cock pushing in and out of me.

"Oh yeah! Just like that, Ed, fuck me! Oh god, that feels so fucking good!" 

"You like my cock, Miss Jessi?"

"Yes, Ed, I love it!"

He moaned and thrust a little harder. 

"God your pussy is wonderful, Miss Jessi."

I laughed and pushed back against him, moving my hips in time with his until he announced that he was going to cum. I had one more orgasm, harder than all the rest, as I felt him shoot his seed inside of me. 

He broke from me, turned me around, sat me on the bed, and placed his cock on my lips.

"Clean it up now."

I took his cock in my hand and began to lick it, moving my tongue slowly over every inch, moaning as I tasted the mingled juices. I placed his cock in my mouth and began to suck it, waking it up completely from it's semi-hard state. 

Ed moaned, and grabbed the back of my head. He began to thrust hard, sending his cock down my throat. I moaned and grabbed on to his hips. 

"Fuck, Jessi, I think the only thing you do better than fucking is giving head." 

I looked up at him and winked again as I kept sucking his cock. 

He announced again that he was going to cum, and I swallowed it all down. He moved away completely after he was spent. We quietly put our clothes on and went back out to the living room. He kissed me again before he left.

"Thank you for suppling the things I needed to tend to my finger."

"Thank you for your payment." 

"You know I hurt myself quite a bit."

"My door's always open to tend to your injuries." 

He smiled and kissed me gently on the lips. I walked him to the front door and watched as he left.



First Anal



You are lying there, peaceful and content after an incredible wave of passion. Your skin is flushed and glistening with perspiration. Your nipples are still hard and your breasts swollen. Creamy wetness is still flowing from your open sex as you lay there with your legs comfortably parted. The scent of your arousal and release lingers in the room. Candles soften your contented smile.    

I watch you as your tongue slowly licks your lips, remembering our mingled taste when you took me deep in your mouth afterwards. Our passion was an erotic mixture you savored and shared with me in your gentle kisses. The quivering of your perfect body and the after waves causing sweet, low moans to escape as you mold yourself to me again.

Rolling over onto your tummy, you sigh in contentment as my hands begin to caress your shoulders and back. I feel you relaxing as you quietly enjoy the closeness and intimacy of my massage. Warm oils give silkiness to your skin and make you feel so very special.

My large hands find your rounded bottom and you feel me stroking you as I gently part your precious cheeks. Cupping them softly, I run my fingers between them and play in the moistness still there. Teasing you and hearing your soft moans again as I spread your creaminess over your little puckered hole. Slowly circling around the tight opening I tease you with just the tip of my very large finger. You tense as you feel me probing your most intimate spot for the first time.

Pushing your little bottom up as you try to relax, knowing what I want to do with you, opens you to my gentle insertion. Your arousal obvious as you push back, wanting me to give you this pleasure, but a little afraid of something so different. I hear you gasp as you give in to the penetration and gradually accept the rhythmic in and out pleasure you have wondered about for so long. The pain you worried about soon gives in to the growing warmth as you allow me to play.

My own arousal obvious now, I roll you over on your back and pull you to the edge of the bed. Spreading your legs and folding them against your shoulders opens your wetness to my gaze. Completely exposed and very vulnerable, you blush furiously and hide your face in the pillow. Smiling at your obvious embarrassment as you realize that you are still dripping and unable to stop the little noises from your tight openings.

Kneeling between your parted thighs, I taste your creaminess as my tongue travels up and down your open sex. Twirling it around your hard pink clit and parting your swollen red lips to the sound of your sweet moans as you start to respond. You gasp as you feel me probing your bottom now and your hips start to move enticingly as your imagination soars. Pushing yourself open, you sigh at the thought of your newfound naughtiness.

Through partially closed eyes, you watch as I stand between your legs now and tense as you feel the hard head of my cock at your virginal bottom. Rubbing it up and down in your wetness, I spread the creaminess over your tight puckered opening and gently push inside. The resistance makes you squirm around as my cock slowly slides past the opening to pause while you try to relax. Caressing your face, I dry the tiny tears while you bravely smile at me to continue.

Knowing it is stretching you and tearing you a bit, I try to be careful as you feel the tightness giving way gradually. You groan at the painful burning sensation while I continue my penetration of your upturned bottom. I can feel your muscles there flexing and sucking me as you try to adjust to this fullness .You cry out now as you feel me fully inside you, my balls slapping against you finally as I patiently wait for you to accept this new invasion.

Completely aroused by your submission, I tremble, as I look down at your violated bottom so completely stretched open by my cock. Hearing your low moans spurs me as I slowly withdraw fully and hear your sigh of relief. Just as gently as the first time, I push back inside you as I feel you once again trying to accommodate my cock in your tiny bottom. The contractions of your inner muscles suck harder now as you begin to accept this penetration and I feel your girlish hips start to move with me now.

Ever so slowly, you begin to draw me in and out as you feel a new type of pleasure building deep inside you. The pain soon turns to unexpected warmth and a naughtiness that has you blushing as you begin to enjoy being taken anally. Thrusting your bottom up and opening it fully to me, your moans signal the huskiness I’ve come to know as your signal that you are near the ultimate pleasure again. Pushing harder and deeper, my cock stretches you more as I feel my own passion coming to a peak. 

You feel my weight on top of you as I take you with passion now. Dominating you and no longer considerate of you feelings, my cock in control and my hips spreading you open even more. Animalistic, primitive and powerful as I ravage your stretched bottom while you try desperately to feel less vulnerable. My cock grows even harder as I feel you responding to my need to have you.

I feel your own arousal building as your wetness overflows. Your nipples harden as you thrust back on my cock and impale yourself firmly as we both reach our orgasms at the same time. Your bottom clenches around my cock as I feel your spasms milking me deep inside. Almost splitting you, I take you furiously until my scalding hot juices flood your virginal ass while you crush me in your arms, holding me close and screaming my name. We melt into that special oneness for such a brief moment before we collapse on the bed.

Completely spent and drained, my slowly softening cock slides regretfully from your ravaged bottom. The last spasms still sucking me like a tiny mouth and not wanting to let it go. With a last moan and a sigh, it is over. Lowering you tired legs and letting you stretch, I join you in bed and wrap my strong arms around you and hold you close. Kissing you softly I feel your pulse and breathing slow as you quietly fall asleep. The scent of our passion lingers and waits to ignite our passion again.



First Anal



I've been thinking about it for weeks, and I finally decided to do it tonight: 

Anal play. 

I had just stepped out of the shower. I had the string of ten anal beads ready, as well as a towel and the Astroglide Anal Lube Shooters. I must admit that the shooters were an excellent find, for I could easily apply it to my asshole, and after using the tip of the shooter to spread around the first of the lube, I was able to gently insert its tip and apply more lube directly inside me. 

I had no idea what it would feel like. I knew from my best friend that it would feel nice and different, and I figured that since she enjoys anal play, it can't be bad. I cannot describe how it felt to have just the tip of the shooter inside me, but that was definitely not bad!!! 

I used the entirety of the first shooter inserting lube into me, then used the second shooter to lube up the first five beads on the string. Then, naked on the bed, I slowly inserted the beads, enjoying how I felt myself open up with each progressively-larger bead. The first four went in without a problem, which was not unexpected given their tiny size. 

After the first four, I had to pause before moving on to the next bead, and that process continued until the entire string of ten was inside me. I just laid there for a long time, enjoying the feeling, euphoric in having lost my anal virginity, lost in the sensation of having something inside me in such a forbidden place. 

And then, I turned my head toward the opposite wall and saw my best friend's picture. The first thing that came to mind was: Now I understand. 

I got up and walked around, a smile upon my face, enjoying the feel of the last bead pressing against my sphincter from the inside. I went to the bathroom mirror, bending over and spreading my cheeks to see the loop at the end of the beads and just the very top of the last bead. The feeling was amazing, and I actually wished that my best friend could have been here to witness my first anal experience. 

Then I wondered about the anal vibrator and the anal plug I had purchased. I got both out and put a battery into the anal vibrator, and got another lube shooter. I slowly removed the first few beads, but after the third or fourth, they all came out at once... and the last three beads were coated with fecal matter from having burrowed so deep into my bowels. So, a fair amount of clean-up -- of the beads and of myself -- ensued. 

The cleaning done, I then lubed myself and the anal vibrator. The anal vibrator only vibrates at the external end -- it does not have any motors inside the insertion portion, and afterward, I wished it had. It felt even better than the anal beads, and I could feel almost its entire insertable length inside me. After I got used to the feeling of something vibrating inside me, I began to move it -- slowly, out and in, out and in, varying the angle of penetration, occasionally rotating it inside me. I was glad that I had started with the anal beads first, as I believe that opened me up just enough to not have any difficulties inserting the bulbous tip of the anal vibrator. It was by far the best experience yet of my young anal "career." And I realized once again, as I first had some ten years earlier, that this was as close as I would ever come to understanding sex from the female perspective. 

But in time, the anal plug was practically screaming my name. I took out the anal vibrator and switched it off, relubed myself, added lube to the anal plug, and began to slowly insert it. There was a brief moment of panic -- What the hell am I doing to myself!?!?! -- but it quickly passed, and the feeling of fullness once the plug was fully embedded was exquisite. This was also the first time of the evening that I became erect -- another first in my young anal "career." I stayed on the bed for a while, just enjoying the feeling of fullness, then did something I had read about previously: I tapped on the base of the plug, and I was absolutely amazed at feeling the vibrations of my tapping resonating into my body, into uncharted territory. I even tried spanking myself a few times, marveling at how each blow resonated through the plug and into my rear passage. Eventually, I got up and started walking around again, enjoying the fullness, wishing that my best friend could be with me to be a part of my first anal experiences. 

After donning underwear to help prevent lube from getting on the chair, I sat at the desktop computer. I had heard and read accounts of people (usually women) wearing anal plugs for extended periods of time, including at the office, and the feeling of the seat cushion pressing the plug deeper into me was amazing. As I shifted position on the chair, it affected the position of the plug inside me. 

I could not believe that this was happening, that I had finally given in to the curiosity and was at last exploring this aspect of sexuality. My best friend and I had talked on quite a few occasions about anal play and how much she enjoys it, and I really wanted to call her and tell her what I was experiencing, what I was discovering, to let her know that I now understood. 

At last, I took out the anal plug, and I actually felt a loss at no longer being filled --probably much like a woman after sex. Then the cleanup began -- first of myself, then of the beads and the vibrator and the plug. While in the shower, I had started boiling water for the anal plug, as it is made of silicone; after the shower, I used the Safe Suds to clean everything, then put the plug in the pot to boil. I do wish the beads were also made of silicone, as I like the idea of being able to sterilize silicone toys by boiling them (I had learned that last spring with the silicone penis gag I had bought to use on a play partner). 

In hindsight, I am amazed. I measured the anal beads and I find it almost unbelievable that the insertable portion measures twelve full inches in length. The fact that I had twelve inches of anything inside me is almost mind-boggling. I only wish that I had been able to feel the tiniest beads so deep inside me. I am actually considering trying to find something similar, only with thicker beads for that entire length - perhaps if the initial beads were as thick as the final beads, then perhaps I might be able to feel them so deep inside me. One can only hope... 

Having used four packets of the anal lube shooters, I plan to order more, including a set for my best friend if she wants it. I really believe that shooters are the way to go for anal play for the simple fact that they make it much easier to place the lube inside the body where it is truly needed. 



First Anal: Not Really



"Have you ever been fucked in the ass, Lindsey?" the man behind the camera asked.

"No," I replied, lying like he wanted me to.

I've been done in the ass hundreds of times, but this was supposed to be my very first anal scene for all the suckers online. I was sitting on a couch in the middle of a room with not much else around me. The guy behind the camera kept asking me questions and I kept lying the best I could.

"So you're here today for your very first anal. Are you scared?"

"A little nervous sure."

"Should we get started then?"

I nodded and he yelled behind him at a door. Seconds later it opened and two more guys walked in staring at me. They had big smiles, walking towards me.

"Lindsey this is Dave and Lenny, they will be the ones fucking you in the ass for the first time today."

"Hi," I said shyly, totally playing it up.

They sat on both sides of me, telling me how gorgeous I was and excited they were. They didn't waste anytime. Both of them began rubbing my bare legs and arms. Their hands got progressively more aggressive. Dave's hand was soon under my skirt to my panties and Lenny groped both of my small breasts through my tank top. The guy behind the camera got closer and I added some fake moans as my breasts were squeezed.

I knew the drill, let them fondle me for a while then I would release their growing dicks and start to suck them off. Once that was boring they would take over and finish removing my clothing. It was no different than the many other times I've done this before. Dave smelled of alcohol and Lenny of cigarette smoke. Lenny's pre-cum was putrid so I tried to suck Dave more than Lenny. That doesn't always work when the guy grabs you're head and shoves his cock down you're throat and holds you until you gag. Been there done that, almost use to it now.

I sucked and stroked both men until my mouth hurt, spitting all their pre-cum out of my mouth as it arrived. Finally they moved on and stripped me down. Smacking my ass and pulling my cheeks apart, Dave licked my pussy and ass while Lenny pinched my nipples so hard it hurt. Fingers penetrated both my orifices from Dave. Lenny had his cock down my throat while he waited. I couldn't see anything but knew what was coming when Dave stopped doing oral. His cock entered my pussy seconds later with a violent thrust. I moaned on Lenny's member in relation to Dave's thrusts inside of me.

Both men called me bitch and slut, smacked my ass, and twisted my nipples as the scene progressed. They switched places and Lenny had his way with my open pussy while I was forced to suck my own juices from Dave's throbbing member. I just focused on the money I would get at the end of the scene and what I could buy with it.

The faster Lenny got the more I would scream and moan. It was just what they wanted and the camera got it all. The pussy fucking didn't last very long; they wanted to move on to the anal since that was why I was there apparently. The cameraman asked me if I was ready to try it. I played coy the best I could and whimpered that I was. Tongues and fingers soon found my ass and Lenny and Dave prepared me for their cocks. I was more than ready for them but acted like it was really tight and hurt when Dave's engorged head pressed into my ass.

It didn't hurt in the least but I put my hand back on his leg acting like I wanted him to go slow. I was kneeling on the couch now with my back arched. One arm was on the back of the sofa the other on Dave's leg as he slid further in.

"So what do you think of your first anal?" the camera man asked once Dave's cock found its way to the base.

"It's okay, kind of hurts," I lied again.

"Oh come on you love it and you know it girl," Lenny said, smacking my ass and leaving a hand print on my right cheek.

Dave began moving in and out of me in a steady rate. Once he was fucking my ass deep and fast Lenny went around the sofa and fed me his penis again over the back. Dave would give me five or six hard thrust and pull out, spreading my ass for the camera. They liked to film my gapping red asshole for the perverts online watching. Then he would shove his cock back in and repeat the process. I kept up the act, whimpering and moaning on Lenny's stiff shaft while Dave gapped my ass.

They switched us around later and it was my turn to do some work. Lenny sat on the sofa and I was told to get up on him, facing away, and ease down on his cock. I whimpered again when his penis entered my ass. It didn't hurt at all but I made it look good nonetheless. I paused, acted like I was adjusting to his width, and then rose up off of him again with my feet on his legs. Dave stood on the sofa and I sucked my ass off of his dick the best I could. Lenny held my ass up with his hands and began fucking my ass with a flurry of thrusts. When his cock flipped out he would hold my ass up for the camera to look inside of me again. Each time they would ooh and awe over my wide-open hole.

Dave jumped down about five minutes later and shoved his cock in my open pussy. They began double fucking me and I screamed like it was killing me, since I wasn't supposed to have done anal let alone DP. They laughed and hollered as they fucked me hard and fast with their hard rods. They had me sandwiched good, pounding my pussy more than my ass in this position.

It changed about five minutes later when Dave pulled out, lifted my small body up and around, setting me back on Lenny facing him. His cock found my wet pussy and Dave shoved his dick in my ass now. He went all out, pounding me so hard his knocked me forward into Lenny with each thrust. Lenny pinned my arms behind my back and held me down on his cock while Dave fucked me mercilessly. I screamed, faking pain and discomfort for the camera.

For the end of the scene they had me sit on the sofa while they masturbated into my face and chest. They both tasted nasty and I spit all the semen out of my mouth, letting it run down my chest and drip to my legs. I was covered in sticky white jizz after they both finished. I somehow managed not to get hit in the eye today, which was a major plus since it stings like a bitch when it gets in my eyes. They had me say some cheesy line into the camera about my first anal and it was finally over for another time.

I got my money after cleaning up and went straight to my junky for my cheap crystal meth. I got a discount after sucking him off and headed home to get my fix. 



First & Intense



Alyssa and Debbie had known each other for less than a year yet had become very close friends. Both talked to each other about anything and everything, and enjoyed each other's company. Though Debbie was nearly ten years older than Alyssa, she was amazed at how mature this 18 year old actually was. 

When Debbie's boyfriend left to find work, Debbie asked Alyssa to move in with her for the following months. And Alyssa didn't mind. Alyssa never thought about Debbie in a sexual way until one night, after nearly a month of living together, Debbie told a joke and while laughing placed her hand on Alyssa's thigh. Immediately Alyssa's pussy started to throb, and soaking herself, Alyssa made her way to bed, only to bring herself to an intense orgasm while thinking of licking Debbie's throbbing clit.

Alyssa lay in Debbie's arms watching the rise and fall of her chest. Many nights Debbie had fallen asleep while lying on the bed chatting with Alyssa. Alyssa was more of a night person than Debbie was, however, Debbie was usually awake at 6:30 a.m. It hadn't taken long for Debbie to fall asleep. Alyssa brushed the hair away from Debbie's face and lay there thinking of how peaceful she looked. Their lives would not be peaceful if Debbie ever found out how Alyssa fantasized about her every night and had brought herself many times to orgasm. Debbie would probably kick her out, Alyssa imagined.

Debbie rolled over and cuddled Alyssa. Alyssa was very glad that Debbie was asleep. Debbie's pussy was very close to Alyssa's knee and Alyssa could feel the heat. Instantly Alyssa began to recall the many fantasies she had about Debbie, and she could feel her wetness creep along the lips of her pussy. 

She didn't want to wake Debbie and yet her pussy was aching for attention. 

"Debbie?"

No answer. Alyssa sighed and gently tweaked her own nipple. It was amazing how her nipples seemed to be attached to her clit. Her clit began to throb and she knew that she was going to have to relieve herself. She quietly slid her hand between her legs and massaged her pussy, letting out quiet moans. 

Alyssa was very shy and realized that she could not masturbate in front of Debbie, even if Debbie was asleep and so, she decided to go out to her own room. She gently removed Debbie's arm from around her and began to roll off the bed. As she was about to sit up, she felt Debbie's arm wrap around her and cuddle her even closer.

"Where do you think you're going? You don't mind cuddling do you? I miss that!"

"ummmm… no sweetheart. It's okay; I'll stay if you like."

"Good!" Debbie said, and then gently kissed Alyssa's cheek, very close to her lips.

Debbie reached out and placed her arm beneath Alyssa's head and around her body, as Alissa gently placed her head on Debbie's shoulder and her arm around Debbie. Alyssa had to admit that she enjoyed cuddling, but feared that much more of this would make her cum instantly. Her clit still throbbing, Alyssa didn't know what to do.

As they lay there, Alyssa gently kissed Debbie's face and brushed back her hair. "Good night sweetheart!" Again she kissed even closer to Debbie's lips.

What was she doing? Alyssa asked herself this question over and over. And yet, when Debbie sighed and pulled her even closer, Alyssa… for a moment… felt that maybe Debbie wanted this as well.

Alyssa wearily kissed Debbie's lips and as she did, Debbie returned the kiss. Alyssa moaned gently into Debbie's mouth. Her heart starting beating faster and her clit throbbed even more. Debbie pulled Alyssa close and their tongues entwined. 

"Oh Debbie. You don't realize how much I've wanted to kiss you. How long I've waited to feel your lips against mine!"

Debbie didn't answer, just kissed her passionately. Debbie looked Alyssa in the eyes and quietly asked her to get on top of her. Alyssa had never been with a woman, and was pretty sure that Debbie had not either. However, right now, Alyssa was game to do anything that Debbie asked of her. 

Alyssa knelt over Debbie, throwing one leg on each side of her, and gently pushing her pussy against Debbie's. Both women moaned and Alyssa lowered her face closer to Debbie's. Alyssa now was the one to do the searching and gazed deeply into Debbie's eyes. She slowly licked around Debbie's lips and nibbled gently on the lower one before once again gently wrapping her lips around Debbie's. 

Alyssa sat up and lifted her shirt over her head, while Debbie unclasped her bra. It didn't take long before both women were naked and Alyssa lying on top.

Debbie smiled and gently tweaked Alyssa's nipple. Alyssa moaned loudly and Debbie laughed. "You like that?" As Alyssa tried to nod her head in response, Debbie quickly tweaked her nipple again. "Oh you do?! Your pussy is feeling it too, hey babe? I can feel your juices. *Debbie moaned* I know you want more." With that, Debbie rolled Alyssa off the bed and continued to kiss her.

Both of Debbie's hands found their way to Alyssa's tits. Gently they circles and massaged, without even glazing the nipples. By this time Alyssa was anxious for relief, and so began to tweak Debbie's nipples with one hand while slowing reaching down and flicking her own clit, making her lower body lurch forward. 

Debbie lowered her face unto Alyssa's nipples and attacked them. Alyssa nearly died of relief. She moaned loudly. "That's it baby. Suck my nipples. Bite them." Debbie did as Alyssa requested and gently sucked and nibbled on Alyssa's nipples.

Alyssa felt bad for Debbie, who seemed to be getting very little attention. She reached out and starting from Debbie's ass, traced her finger up to Debbie's clit. Without touching it, she traced little circles around it – driving Debbie wild. Alyssa reached out to Debbie's face and brought her up to her level and began to kiss her passionately while circling Debbie's clit. She then removed her finger and placed it between both their mouths. One licked each side and then Alyssa once again passionately kissed Debbie.

Both women reached for the other's pussy at the same time. Debbie gently felt around Alyssa's soft and shaved pussy, while Alyssa traced along Debbie's pussy lips. Alyssa gently pushed her middle finger into Debbie's pussy causing Debbie to lose all focus on Alyssa, push her whole body forward and let out a loud moan. Alyssa smiled and was glad that she was having this affect on the woman she had fallen in love with. 

Alyssa continued to pussy fuck Debbie. Slowly at first, and then after adding another finger – a little faster. Debbie was beginning to pant loudly, and moaning continually. Alyssa was very glad that Debbie was managing to tell her what felt good and what to continue. Alyssa kissed Debbie's neck and then made her way down across Debbie's belly – the whole time continuing to finger her lovely hole. 

When reaching her pussy, Alyssa stopped to smell the scent of Debbie's and her arousal combined. It made her clit throb. Alyssa gently traced her tongue along Debbie's pussy lips before licking Debbie's clit. Alyssa was very inexperienced and yet was only doing to Debbie what she knew she would enjoy herself. 

Debbie was fucking Alyssa's fingers wildly by now, and Alyssa was fighting to keep her mouth on Debbie's clit. Debbie screamed out that she was about to cum and Alyssa sucked Debbie's clit between her lips causing Debbie to scream out in pleasure – her hips bucking, her pussy contracting, her cum flowing. And Alyssa licked every bit of it up. Then Alyssa kissed her way back up to Debbie's face, kissed her lips gently and said, "That was amazing. You taste wonderful!"

Debbie was in no mood to just lay there. After tasting herself on Alyssa's lips, Debbie wanted to know first hand what Alyssa tasted like. Debbie pushed Alyssa away and then throwing one leg over her body, straddled Alyssa. Debbie leaned down to kiss Alyssa while both her hands found their way to Alyssa's tits. Alyssa's hips were already bucking and Alyssa couldn't wait for the much needed attention on her clit.

Debbie smiled and began to gently lick Alyssa's nipples. Debbie bit a nipple hard and Alyssa wasn't sure if she should scream in pain or moan in pleasure. Then Debbie began to kiss her way down Alyssa's belly.

Upon reaching Alyssa's pussy, Debbie lay there, gazing at the beauty before her. It was amazing, and glistened! She was obviously gazing for longer than Alyssa could handle and she slid down a little further pushing her pussy into Debbie's face and her clit hit hard against Debbie's nose. Alyssa moaned loudly and bucked her hips forward again. This time Debbie licked out her tongue and licked from Alyssa's ass right up and across her clit. Debbie knew that it wouldn't take much to make Alyssa cum, since she had already began to shake.

Debbie licked her tongue out and making it as hard as she could, began to tongue fuck Alyssa's pussy hole. Alyssa was amazed at the way this felt. No guy could ever make her feel the way Debbie could. 

Debbie then began to lick Alyssa's clit and pushed her finger gently into Alyssa's hole. Alyssa was soaked and so, Debbie inserted another finger, making Alyssa squirm.

"Alyssa, have you ever had a g-spot orgasm?" Debbie asked.

"A what?"

Debbie smiled and giggled. "Okay sweetheart, if you don't know what it is then you haven't had one. Just promise me, whatever you feel like doing – do it. You won't pee on me – promise!"

"Pee on you? Why would…." 

"Sssshhhhhhh…" Debbie whispered and gently began to massage Alyssa's inner walls.

"OH MY GOD!!!" Alyssa screamed and pushed her hips even harder against Debbie's hand.

As Debbie continued to massage Alyssa's g-spot, Alyssa grasped the sheets on the bed. She couldn't concentrate and didn't know what to do. One minute she was clinging to the sheets, the next to her own hair and the next to Debbie's hand.

"What are you doing to me?" Alyssa moaned between gasps. She didn't need an answer right now, but the question would later have to be answered. "I'm going to piss on you Debbie. Stop it!"

Debbie smiled, "No you won't sweetheart. Cum for me please! Let the pleasure overtake you!"

Alyssa's eyes went wide, her hips pushed forward and her pussy began to contract. "HOLY FUCK!" And then she screamed.

Debbie kept massaging and Alyssa began to shake, her cum running down over Debbie's hand and unto the bed. If Debbie's fingers hadn't been so deep in her pussy, the force behind the orgasm surely would've caused the cum to squirt across the room, Alyssa thought later.

Finally Alyssa collapsed after the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. Debbie cleaned up Alyssa's pussy with her mouth and then, once again, positioned herself in Alyssa's arms. 



First and Last



I am the only child of a happy couple. We live in the island of Oahu, Hawaii. My dad is still an active duty military assigned in one of the bases here in the island. My mom a pure Asian woman, a desirable one at her age of 35. She always get the attention and comments of how she look by my dad's shipmates. 

My interest of her started when I overheard one of the military personnel assigned in the commissary where we shop commented of how good and sexy my mom looks. One said that he is willing to do anything just to get in her pants. My mom has nice oriental face, and long, well-shaped legs. I was turned on by this man's comment. I had few girls in my young life but for a no good reason my mind got diverted to focus on my mom. She does really look good and just by imagining of how nice she looks in the nude made my dick really hard. I even masturbated smelling her used underwear. 

Last summer, my dad's best friend came to visit us with my parent's invitation to help him coupe with the pains of getting separated from his wife who ran off with another man. He's going to be with us for a week. I went with them anywhere they go except for the night in Waikiki where they bar hop or dancing. We spent most of our activities either in our pool or out in the beach body surfing. I noticed that I am not the only one having interest in stealing looks at my mom's body. Our visitor was stealing glances whenever he can. She's on her bikinis all the time that were out in the pool or the beach. 

I came home unnoticed one night and saw my mom and dad at the patio sipping wine and joking around with Greg. This is Greg's last night with us for he will be flying out late next day. The visit is almost over and so as the weekend. Greg got up and told my parents that it is time to hit the sack. My dad said goodnight and bid his good-byes for he won't be able to see him off for he will be going to the base early in the morning. Still unnoticed, I heard my dad commented my mom of she had been very hospitable on his friend's visit. H e then jokingly asked my mom if she wanted to go to bed with Greg. Mom look at him seems angry. My dad then said that he is only joking and it turns him on imagining my mom and Greg fucking. Mom then said that he can imagine tonight of her having sex with Greg. She said that she would even utter Greg's name while they fuck. My head spinned and I felt my dick went hard. Shortly, I made my presence known and my mom and dad told me to go on ahead and stop by Greg's room and tell him my good-byes since I will be leaving early too for a trip to the Big Island.

Woke up early the following morning and drive off with dad. He took me to the meeting place with my friends and the he went off to his work. Unfortunately two of my friends won't be able to go for they will be going to California instead with their families. So I decided to go home with the thought of spending the week with my mom. It was still dark and all lights are turned off when I got home. I tiptoed to my room and went to bed. I woke up with the sound of kitchen utensils; smell of brewed coffee and fried bacons. I decided to get up and surprised my mom of me being home. She probably thought that I was off with my friends and having a good time. 

I tip toed on my way to the kitchen to surprised my mom when I heard Greg was telling my mom how he wish that his wife was like her. He also commented her and telling her that my dad is really lucky having her. Finally I heard him said that he heard my mom and dad making love last night and my mom calling his name in the verge of her orgasm. I slowly peek in and saw Greg behind my mom and he seems to be massaging her shoulder while she washes the dirty dishes. She told Greg to stop. Greg made her turn around and kissed her in the mouth. My mom tried to fight back and pushed Greg away. Greg got her pinned by the counter and the next thing I saw was my mom exchanging tongue with Greg and breathing hard. Greg was touching her all over and I was enjoying the show with astonishment and a big hard on. For the first time I have seen my moms breasts while being massage by Greg. My mom then pushed Greg and told him that wait for her in his room for she needs to freshen up. Greg pulled away and smiled at her. I then swiftly and quietly went to my room and waited for the outcome. 

After about fifteen minutes I heard mom got out of the shower and head on to the guestroom. Luckily she didn't bother closing the door and left it wide open for she thought that the only two of them in the house. Oh yes, my room is right across the guestroom and I can see the bed from my room. In other words I had a good view of the room. 

Greg was already naked with a hard on when mom came in. She dropped her robe to the floor and there goes. . .what a beautiful woman my mom is. They kissed while he was running his hands all over moms' breast and pussy. My mom finally knelt down and took him in her mouth. She did it for a few minutes and then went and lay down in bed. She then spread her legs apart and invited our guest to her hospitality. I had a good view of my mom's wet pussy. People were right when they said that they'll do anything just to get in her pants. . .I too had the same thought when I saw her pussy. Greg went lovingly and expertly sucking her hard clit. My mom moans as if she is cumming. I then saw Greg kneeled between her legs and buried his hard cock into my moms glistening pussy. They probably fucked for a good half-hour and I t came about three times. I then saw mom left the room and headed to the shower. I went to my closet and stayed there till I fall asleep. 

I woke up about noon and heard the washer and dryer running. I got up and headed to the kitchen to get something to eat. My mom walked in from the laundry room and her mouth dropped and eyes popped when she saw me. She reluctantly asked me how long I have been home. I told her that I saw everything she did with our visitor and begged me not to tell my dad. She even that she'll buy me anything or give me anything. I also told her that I masturbated and ejaculated several times while watching her fuck Greg. My mom started crying and told me to stop. I got so turned on seeing her like this. I then stood up and went behind her and started massaging her neck. She then faced me and hugged me telling me not to mention to anybody what I saw that morning. I assured her that it was ok and no one would know. She thanked me and kissed me on the cheek. When she was about to walk away, I grabbed her hands, placed it on my hard cock and while I was kissing her in the mouth, which she fought, really hard to keep her mouth close and her had fisted closed. She begged me to stop and reminded me that she is my mother. I told her that I want to go to bed with her and ever since I had the fantasy of fucking her. My mom cried and ran to her room and stayed there till late afternoon, an hour before my dad comes home.

At about 5 in the afternoon the phone rang. It was my dad telling her that he will be home later that evening, about midnight. I was surprised when my mom handed me the phone and said that dad wanted to talk tome. He said that he's glad that I was home. He also asked me to escort my mom to a concert that they were supposed to be watching that night. I said that I'd be glad to. I then returned the phone to my mom.

Mother and myself were ready to go to the concert about 6:30 PM. We never talked on our way to the concert. I was thinking that she was really mad at me and I myself was really sorry for what I did to her. The hall was a little bit dark and mom ordered maitai and a virgin pina colada for me. I then told my mom that I was very sorry and promised her that I will not do it again nor mention of things that I saw early that day. She smiled at me and said thank you. 

All the time that we were watching the show my mom will look at me and smile. I then lovingly put my arm over her shoulder which she returned by leaning on my chest. I held her hand and we stayed like that throughout the show. There times that she put her hands on my thigh just above my knees. We were like lovers. On our way home she told me that she need to talk to me and she suggested parking the car by the beach, which I did. Again I told her that I am very sorry for what I did. She looked at me and asked me if she really turned me on. I said yes and I also said that she's the most beautiful woman I had ever laid my eyes on. She then asked me to kiss her in which I did passionately. Next thing I knew my tongue was exploring her mouth and hers mine. We then started caressing each other's body till I found her breast, which I massage from the outside of her dress. I then asked her if I can touched her pussy in which she said do as I please for she's mine that night. I put my hand under her skirt to find out that she wearing only a stocking that has a split crotch. She is wet and soft. I buried my finger into her and I felt that she is getting more wet and moaning. My mom was stroking my hard on while trying to pull the zipper of my pants when her phone rang. It was my dad asking where we were and that he won't be home till early morning. My mom said ok and that we are heading home. My mom then suggested for us to go home and continue the night at home.

After we got home she told me to shower and wait for me in my room. It was the longest wait I had all y life. After half-hour or so my mom came to my room with just a pair of bikini panty. She told me to stand up and kissed her the same way I saw Greg kissed her. We went kissing for about 10 minutes when my mom pulled away from me and kneeled down and took my really hard dick in her mouth. She sucked on it really hard and she was making a popping sound while she pulls her mouth away from my dick. She did it for about five minutes and stood up and we started kissing again, She held my hands and walked me toward my bed in which she laid down and spread her legs. I then knelt between her legs and started eating her wet pussy better the way Greg did. I actually put my tongue in her pussy like a dick and sucking really hard on her clit. She moaned and told me that she is cumming and that I have to suck her harder. She then asked me to fuck her like Greg. We probably fucked till 3:00 A.M. 

After several orgasms she told me that this will not happen again nor I am going to ask her for another one. I asked her if I can take pictures of her and she said yes. Up until now I have not tried to.



First and Last



She wanted you. She watched as you flirted with girls many years her younger. The twist in her gut proved she wanted you more than she ever led you to believe. Seeing you with that younger gal made her stifle her thoughts. Her emotions were again shattered, just as her former love had done to her.

Months of silence filled her every breath. She wanted to tell you of the pain. She wanted you to know her emotions were real and undying. Instead, she faded away...withdrew from your life.

The younger girl left town, leaving you essentially alone. A long interlude finalized the long lasting fling you were having. All you had left of her was the visual memory of her too-tight, too-white, too eager torso. Had she respected you enough to keep her legs together to all men, perhaps you may have shown her enough respect in return and she'd still be your cute little plaything.

Truth would become evident to you over the next few years as you thought back to these times with Sandy and all she contributed to your life.

Date after intimate date with the woman who truly loved and admired you, she too soon parted. You reflected upon the moments shared.

Sandy kept you in her heart, allowing you to reflect as you did. The universe was open wide to your energies. 

First thoughts first. The innocent flirting began upon your third interaction. Sandy wore a dress to impress you. More flesh was visible than she was normally willing to display around strangers. The tingle your presence brought to her made her feel like she did ten years ago. An older man had her interest. She allowed it.

Sandy filled your quiet moments each day the same as you filled hers. The low cut blouses continued when she felt she was going to see you. All other times, Sandy wore a snug sweater, even in warmer weather. 

It brought a smile to your days, knowing she wanted you the way she did. A few minutes in her presence filled your mind with her scent...light and slightly floral. By the time you got home each afternoon, you'd be hot and bothered. The tingling in your pants did not wait for the journey to end. Two miles from home, you were already grabbing at your shaft to stifle the growth until you were in your house. Or at least in your driveway, where nobody could see. The garage door opened at your press of a button. Before it was fully lifted you ran inside to hurry upstairs. The door slammed shut with your firm kick. Briefcase tossed on the counter nearly tipped the bottle of wine that was waiting to be sipped. By the time you sprinted to the top of the stairs, your belt was unbuckled, button undone and your fingers gripped at your zipper. 

A few steps later and you were at your bedroom door...but you did not enter. The bump under the covers stopped you in your tracks. With your fly open, it was no effort for your pants to slide down your legs to surround your ankles. You stepped out of them one foot at a time and kept going until you reached the bed. 

A feminine voice commanded enticingly through the sheets. You followed each directive with a boy like eagerness to avoid what may happen if you did not comply...but you were excited like a man in anticipation of what may happen if you did not. You were hoping for it to be Sandy's voice beckoning you to climb into bed with her.

She wanted to watch you jerk yourself off. Her first command was to have you step to the edge of the bed. She reached her arm from beneath the covers so you could rest your balls in her hand. You did just that and she added to the command for you to continue stroking yourself. She extended her other hand towards you and strapped her hand around yours, pressing her fingertips between your fingers to touch the silken skin of your hard cock. She tightened her fist around you and then tightened the one around your balls.

She then gave you permission to release your hand and enter the blanket tent she was creating with her legs in the air. You climbed in at the coaxing by her grip on your sac. By the time you wiggled on the bed and under the covers with her, you balanced yourself with a hand on her bare breast. The rest of you straddled her, close to her chest. 

Lifting her head, she could reach the tip of your hard cock with her tongue. Enjoying the feeling and wanting more, you eased up her body towards her face. You felt her arm wrap gently around you to pull you closer. The warmth around your balls stopped briefly as she released her hand but Sandy would not let you hang long. The pillows were primped enough, elevating her head to meet your cock without effort or strain. 

Sandy licked the length of your cock to build excitement. She felt you stiffen to a harder point than she'd dreamed of you. You braced yourself in anticipation of that tonsil tickling blowjob. She instead licked the length of you and teabagged you instead.

The sensation, warm and wet. The thrill of being sucked in a way beyond your dream. Sandy delivered what you never knew you could order. She twirled her tongue in a dance with the boys. Slight pulsating sucks intermingled with slicking tongue, soft and firm all around your bag. She even nibbled at your soft skin with her tightened lips. 

Moans filled the air. What you began, she continued. The vibrations enhanced the sensations for you. Hearing her voice reminded you of the time, only a few minutes prior. She lured you with a voice command. As you were ready to fill your palm with some lotion, she brought you under the covers. You now straddled her naked body, wondering how you could best fondle and massage her firm breasts while they were beneath your bare thighs.

You wanted her to tell you more of what to do, but she could not because your tasty balls filled her mouth. You tried to pull away but she lifted her head to keep you in place.

Finally giving in, she let them go with a popping expulsion followed by a playful giggle. Her playful voice shifted back to the domineering one that lured him earlier. She commanded many things you'd only dreamed of her commanding. 

You acted on her commands one by one, from putting on the cock ring waiting for you on the nightstand to jerking off until you were about to cum...but then resist that titillating urge. Sandy smacked your cock hard enough to deflate it a little, then she told you she needed for you to cum on her neck and chest. She went on to smear your nectar across her tits, down to her belly button. Reaching for your hand, she brought it to her pussy and told you exactly how you were to help her masturbate.

She granted you permission to cum when you brought her there...she thanked you when the collective panting subsided enough to catch a breath.

You got out from under the covers and headed to the shower to cool off a bit...

Once the steamy water flowed, she left you...and your fantasy girls...and her once-hopeful dreams of ever being by your side for real.



First & Last



This story takes place early on in Bendis's All-New X-Men. After Scott Summers's possession by the Phoenix Force, he has started a mutant revolution with a splinter faction of X-Men. In a stated attempt to dissuade him from this, Beast has gone back in time and brought back the original X-Men—himself, Marvel Girl, Cyclops, Angel, and Iceman—from their days as teenage students of Professor X. The 'O5' are now living in the Jean Grey School for Higher Learning under the care of Headmistress Kitty Pryde. 

***** 

Jean crept through the halls of the school, wishing she could fly so the floorboards didn't creak under her. It was the dead of night and at least some things hadn't changed—curfew was strict. No roaming the halls. Not unless you were a time-traveling teenage member of the original X-men. God, she was in the Jean Grey School. A school named after her. Because everyone loved her. Because everyone missed her. Because she was dead. 

Jean found the door she wanted. She cast her mind inside, trying to find if the occupant was sleeping, but she hadn't counted on years of psi-training. The consciousness she felt detected her and slammed into wakefulness. Jean backed away, hearing her name dimly voiced inside the room. She turned to run for it, certain she could get away before the door opened, but of course, Kitty Pryde just phased right through it. 

"Jean Grey?" Kitty asked. "Now what the heck are you doing out of bed?" 

Jean turned to her, blurting out "How old are you when I'm me?" 

"Huh?" 

"I mean—in my timeline—my time period—how old are you?" 

Kitty shrugged it off. "God—I'm too much of a girly girl to wanna think about that stuff. When you were—are—are a teenager, I must still be in grade school. Years away from developing my mutant power. But c'mon. You didn't come all the way down here in your PJs to talk temporal physics." 

Jean felt a sudden, intense urge to cover herself with her hands. Her pajamas were actually a little more modest than her uniform—a simple billowy set of top and bottoms that covered all but her hands and feet, made her feel a little like Peter Pan would be stopping by. And wasn't that what had happened? She'd been taken to Never-Never Land, where she never had to grow up? Never would grow up? 

"I, uh... I had a nightmare." 

Jean tried very, very hard to keep her power in check now. She knew what Kitty was thinking, she just didn't want to know it. She didn't want to hear Shadowcat's beautiful mind filled with thoughts of what a baby she was, a scaredy-cat, a disappointment after all the legends built up around her... 

Whatever Kitty thought, she kept a tight lid on it. Her face was a look of simple concern as she got the door for Jean. "Come on in. I'll fix you something." 

Kitty's room was adult in a way Jean had a hard time contextualizing. It didn't have the hard austereness of the Professor, but it was no dorm room either. It was clean and well-designed, but with a few nerdy posters, pin-ups for rock bands, even a little dirty clothes—including one singed spare uniform. Kitty tidied up quickly before going to her mini-fridge for a jug of milk and some Hershey's syrup. "How's hot chocolate sound to you?" 

"Sounds... sounds fine." Jean looked away. She couldn't have hoped for a better reaction from Kitty, more understanding or more accepting, but that just made it worse. Here she was, supposed to be some great hero, and she needed Kitty Pryde, a prepubescent girl in her own time, to hold her hand and—God! So stupid! 

"Hey." Kitty sensed Jean's recrimination as surely as if she were a psychic herself, setting down the ingredients in the room's little kitchenette to go to her. "Hey, hey, hey. This isn't the Avengers or the Fantastic Four. We're not commandoes. This is a school and a refuge. People come here to learn and to be safe. So you never ever have to feel bad about being scared. Okay?" 

"I'm not—I'm not scared," Jean insisted. To prove it, she called up her power, telekinetically pulling a pot to the stovetop on the counter, filling it with milk as she tripped the flame, stirring the chocolate sauce in with no spoon... 

"Wow, you're getting good." Kitty put her hand on Jean's arm, rubbing it through her pajamas. She herself wore a silky little kimono that looked so good on her that Jean wanted to cry. It was perfectly modest, but at the same time, so becoming... "But this isn't TP 101. So I'll stir the pot, you tell me what's wrong." 

Jean waited as Kitty went to get a spoon, passing through her rather than asking her to move. She didn't start until Kitty was at the pot, actually stirring the dark milk, waiting for it to come to a boil. "It's Scott." 

Kitty darkened. Jean had been afraid of that. "Has he done something?" 

"No, no, not—well, he has, but not to me. Don't get mad at him, please." 

"I'm not mad, Jean. I'm... concerned." Kitty had stopped stirring. She started again. "Go on. Please. I'm not mad." 

"Okay, it's... I've read Hank. I know what's happened. He got the Phoenix Force and he hurt a lot of people and the Professor..." Jean suddenly felt very cold. She stood closer to the stove's blue flame, and to Kitty. It helped a little. So did holding herself. "Everyone's so mad at him. I can hear them. Some of them—they would kill him. They're thinking of reasons not to kill him." 

Kitty looked at the milk, swirling even now that her spoon had stopped. "I'm sorry. I know how much he means to you—but I can't control how people think." 

"He wasn't in control of his actions. The Phoenix was. It made him do those things, so why is it everyone's so..." Jean felt tears start in her eyes. It made her so frustrated. It wasn't just her anger—it was how it fed into her, into itself. She was frustrated with how frustrated she was, angry with how angry it made her. Why did she have to be so damn young? Why did she have to feel useless when she was supposed to be some great hero, someone who everyone loved enough to get along for? 

Hank had said he wanted Scott to see his future, his past, but Hank also wanted him to see her. He wanted them all to see her. She'd seen it, just not in his conscious mind. Deep down. Underneath. He wanted her to make things right. 

"Even I... I've yelled at him and he hasn't even done anything yet!" 

Kitty gave her a moment to gather herself, turning her back to pour the chocolate milk into two ceramic mugs. She added little marshmallows too. Jean smiled despite herself at how thoughtful Kitty was. 

"I know it's hard to understand. In a lot of ways, it'd be easier if it were Mr. Sinister or Apocalypse—" 

"Who?" 

Kitty waved her hand. "Bad guys. We feel okay hating them, but there's a limit to the hate because—it's who they are. It's what they do. Bad guys." She pressed one of the mugs into Jean's hands and just holding it was so good. Jean was able to breathe again. "And someone like Scott—someone we love and trust—when he hurts us, it's hard to understand. Hard to accept without blaming ourselves or thinking maybe it's our fault... we've all looked up to Scott, followed him, but he's just a guy. I'm not saying that's a bad thing. We're all just... guys." 

Kitty took a sip from her own mug, somewhat regretting that turn of phrase. Little Jeannie was most definitely not a guy. 

"But because he's the leader, we hold him to this standard. And a lot of the time, he's actually so good at what he does that we... believe it's not a standard. It's just who he is. Then we turn around and he's just as flawed and fallible as the rest of us. And it hurts more because we believed in him. So we take out that anger on him. But people will get over it. We've forgiven Emma Frost, Magneto, Mystique, Sabretooth... we won't stay mad forever." 

"So you don't think they're right to be mad." 

Kitty grinded her teeth. "Errr... you mind drinking that cocoa there, kid?" 

Jean didn't know what difference it made, but she obediently drank. 

Sighing, Kitty turned to walk out the kitchenette—through a counter. "You're kinda bumping up against the limits of my wise old headmistress act, here. I'd never tell someone not to be angry after they've been hurt, or suffered a loss. But, uh, there's a right way to express that and a wrong way—" 

Jean followed her out into her apartment's living room. "Wolverine said he wanted to kill Scott. My Scott. Stop the whole thing right there." 

"Oy vey... Jean, I love that man, but he is not a role model. He doesn't even drink very good beer... come here." 

Kitty sat down on the bed and Jean joined her, sipping her chocolate milk. She still could feel the warmth of Kitty's slumber underneath her. She bounced a little. 

"Big bed." 

"I had a big boyfriend... listen, I have two things to tell you, and I honestly don't know if they'll make you feel better. But they're the truth, as far as I can tell, and I owe you that much. So, you ready?" 

Jean tried for a brave smile. "Nice Jewish girl like you... what's the worst you could say to me?" 

"First off: the things Scott's done? All the hurt? Everyone's capable of that. Warren was one of the Four Horsemen. So was Wolverine. Beast was—we actually called him Dark Beast. Iceman... okay, Bobby's pretty alright. But I wouldn't be surprised to find he's the bride of Ultron in some crappy alternate future twenty years down the line. Life pokes and prods us and because people are scared, because they're hurt, because they're angry, they jump to places that—that we have to pull them back from. Scott isn't a bad person. Not all the time. It's just that there was so much pressure on him that, that we put there and none of us like to admit that. But honestly? If I were in his shoes? If, from the day I got my powers, I was in the hot seat? I can't promise that I'd be half as good a leader, as good a person as Scott. It's not my place to judge. Ryktʻr nyt kdy yy wwʻrn gʻmşpt." 

"What's the second thing?" Jean asked, feeling a constriction in her heart. It wasn't breaking—it'd broken a while ago. She still felt the jagged bits embedded in her. No, it felt like a little of those edges were being pulled out. 

"Just that, Scott's done a lot of good. And everyone—everyone—is capable of that, too. I know a girl; she's had a life that would make you weep. Literal tears. Her very conception, it was without love. An act of violation. She was born as a science experiment. Abused. Experimented on. Forced to kill and see anyone who showed her kindness die—some at her own hand. Until she ended up here. And now she listens to music and helps people with their homework. All that evil done to her, and she rinsed it off. You've met her: Laura Kinney. She doesn't have to be what was done to her." 

"Yeah, but... she gets a choice." 

"Who doesn't have a choice?" 

"People—some people." Jean turned to Kitty suddenly, pinching her hands so tight around the mug Kitty was worried it would shatter. "Can I stay here tonight?" 

"Yeahbuhwhat?" 

"It's just—when I had nightmares at the school, the old school, I went to Scott." Not like that, she added psychically. "I went to his room and we'd talk, play board games. Even hold each other. The Professor knew, but he was okay with it. We all knew Scott would never... not for a long time. I guess. Not yet, anyway. Only now..." Jean looked down. Kitty's nice, clean carpet. No stains. I'm such a bad person. 

"No you're not, Jean, c'mon..." 

Jean couldn't even say the words aloud. I don't trust him! It's not even... the Phoenix. It's a million different things. Emma Frost, Madeline Pryor, kids—we have kids in the future! Or we don't or... Everyone makes mistakes, but it's like I'm getting uploaded all his mistakes at once and, and... 

"And I wouldn't feel safe around him." When Jean heard those words in her own voice, she hated herself. "I'm such a fucking bitch." 

"Jean, no—" 

"I am! Hard as this is on him, and I'm making it about me. Who cares about me? I get to come back to life. I get to be some sort of Virgin Mary! But the man I love... and I don't even care about him." 

"Jean, it is okay to think about yourself first." 

"That's what I've been doing!" 

Jean threw herself down on the bed. It wasn't hers. Neither was the one in her room. She wanted her old one, her real one—not even the one back at Xavier's, but her own bed in her own room in her own house. The pillows with the floral pattern, the blue comforter with the red patch where her nana had sewn it up, Mr. Biggles the Bear who she was just barely too old for... 

She was curled up in a fetal position now, but Kitty was there, petting her back, combing her hair with her fingers, working some magic that made the fierce weight on her feel a little lighter. 

"The nightmare wasn't about him. It was about me. About how I'll get the Phoenix..." Jean began to sniffle. "And I'll hurt all those people... and what if everyone hates me like they do Scott?" 

"Ssh... ssh..." Kitty's comforting had gone beyond words now—it was just the warm pressure of her hands on Jean's skin, her closeness, the cooing sound she put in Jean's ear. "Shhhh..." 

"They're all my friends—my family—what if they went away? What if they wanted to kill me?" 

Kitty was even closer now—holding Jean, pulling Jean just a little ways out of the trap she'd made of her own body and into the older woman's embrace. Jean felt herself restrained by Kitty's tight grip, but in a good way. Like without it, she would fly off, explode. 

"No one's going to kill you. No one's going to hurt you. As long as you're here, you're under my protection. Me and all the X-Men. And you are always going to be my friend." Kitty kissed Jean at the top of her head. "Trust me, I was there when you died. We were still friends." 

Jean found herself laughing and sobbing at the same time. She loved how Kitty understood her—not with the overwhelming, needful affection of Scott, or the cold, clinical diagnosis of the Professor... but with a kind of nostalgia, memory. Like Kitty had been through everything she had, and now had only fondness for all of Jean's horrors. 

Kitty reached over to the nightstand, pulled a Kleenex from its box, and brought it to Jean's nose. "Blow," she said. Jean should've felt mortified, being told to blow her nose like a small child, but instead she felt touched at Kitty's unjudging thoughtfulness. She blew. Kitty wiped her nose and tossed the Kleenex away. Now Jean had stopped crying—just a sniffle or two as she rattled out what was left of her fears and sorrow. 

And suddenly, Kitty phased them under the covers. The bed was a little womb of cool sheets and a warm comforter against the night chill. And Kitty. Kitty still holding her, keeping her warm, her stroking touch a constant reminder that she was loved and protected. 

"You can stay with me tonight," Kitty told her. "And in the morning, we can talk more about it. Or we can not. But I want you to get a good night's rest. And I want you to not be afraid, because I'll be here all night." 

"Okay," Jean said, finding it easy, soothing, to give into Kitty. To trust her guidance. "I... I promise I'll really try not to have an accident." With a mortified flush, she remembered her first night in this time, when Kitty had let her sleep in her room. A nightmare had played upon her telekinesis, putting Kitty's room in ruins. 

"Don't worry about that. It's only stuff. You could break everything in here—who cares? A Sentinel's probably going to step on it next week anyway. That's why I keep all my movies on the cloud." 

"What cloud?" 

"Forget it." Kitty patted her, and Jean nearly purred at the contact. It felt so good, having Kitty all around her. Saving her. "Just focus on getting your rest. We'll talk more in the morning, okay?" 

"Yes Ms. Pryde." 

"Please..." Kitty gave her one last caress before pulling Jean to her chest, to settle in for a good night's sleep. "Call me Kitty." 

*** 

"We're going to get married." 

Kitty opened one eye. It was too early in the morning for this. She didn't even know what time it was, and it was too early for this. 

"Scott and I." Jean was still in her bed, but on the opposite side of the king-sized mattress. Curled up on herself, a little looser than she'd been when she'd collapsed inward last night, but still balled up. Like a fist. "He showed me the wedding invitation. And yes, there is coffee." 

Freaking psychics. Kitty raised her head to see, in the kitchen, the coffeemaker was bubbling with milk, cream, and sugar hovering nearby.Wonderful freaking psychics. 

"I realize now isn't the best time for this," Kitty said, "but trust me, that is—it's going to be a very good day. Even with what comes after. And before. You have to take the good days." 

"How many bad days is a good day worth? When I know all the mistakes that go with it—how can I be sure me and Scott are even good for each other? We just seem to find people we're happier with and—steal each other from those people. Is that what we are? Some toxic, addictive thing?" 

"Okay, Jean, first off, bring me coffee." Kitty raised herself up to sit against the headboard. "This is a coffee conversation." 

"It's on its way." 

"Second—last night you're having nightmares about the Phoenix, now you're having relationship issues? I know this place is a high school with so much drama you'd think we had a distribution deal with Bravo—" 

"The Inside The Actors' Studio people?" 

"—isn't there usually a little more breathing room between angst? C'mon. We snuggled." 

Jean floated a steaming cup of coffee over to Kitty. "It's just... he's obsessed with me, I'm obsessed with him... how much of that makes us better people? Maybe if we just called the stupid thing off—he got together with whatever a Psylocke is and I started dating Warren—maybe we'd be happier? But then, what if he's my destiny?" 

Kitty drank. Kid could make a mean cup of joe. She wondered if Jean had gotten coffee for all the boys back at the old school. They were pretty sexist in those days. Made Jean wear a minidress. "Jean, trust me, if people were destined to be together, there'd be a big Russian dude where you're sitting right now." Or, ya know, your daughter. Awkward. "If you don't want to be with Scott, then you don't have to be. You don't owe him anything. And you can absolutely find someone else." 

"Like you? All anyone can talk about is this—epic love story with me and Scott. If I'm not with him... who am I, even?" 

"Oh, honey—you are still such a teenager, aren't you? Obsessed with your love story. I'm not judging, really, at least he's... American. C'mere." Kitty patted her lap, not knowing exactly what the gesture meant, but Jean seemed to. She came over and laid down with her head on Kitty's leg. The proximity was nerve-wracking. They could either freak out or... not freak out. Not freaking out was also pretty freaky, though. 

They didn't freak out. Jean smiled up at Kitty. 'See how comfortable I am?' 

Kitty patted her shoulder. "Listen. On your Wikipedia page—err, your Encyclopedia Britannica entry... under the header on sexual partners, it does not read 'see Summers, Scott.'" 

"I... I sleep with other people?" 

"Yeah, you and Scott, you have an on-again, off-again, thing. Don't hold it against him, you're dead for a lot of that." 

"Not all?" Jean wound an arm under Kitty's knee. "No, don't tell me that, I don't want to know any more than I... know. Just—think you can tell me who I bang without breaking the space-time continuum?" 

"You're kidding me? You really wanna know—" 




First & Last



"Well, it does make me feel better about all the pining after Scott to know I will get to tap that, eventually. And this is probably all gonna get wiped out of mind anyway so; what harm can it do?" 

That struck Kitty as something she herself had tended to say right before a lot of harm occurred. But how could she say no to green eyes and red hair all over her lap? "Well, uh, you know about Logan. I'm pretty sure you've given him at least a handjob." 

"He better have showered for it." 

"And, uh, Warren—I'm gonna say there was some necking there. You two have—had—have that vibe." 

"Something to look forward to. Oh, hey—am I bisexual?" 

If only Kitty had been drinking her coffee. She would've done a classic spit-take. Like, right out of Animaniacs. "What the helllll—" she droned. 

"It's just, I've always had this—" Jean made the air-quotes she'd adopted for using future speak, "'girl crush' on Sue Storm, and then when I came here, I met Ororo, and she—" 

"Yeah, she has that effect on people. Are you sure you're talking to the right person? I have terrible gaydar. Once I ran into my boyfriend in an alternate universe and he had to like, mount a dude before I realized that my alternate bf had an alternate lifestyle." 

Jean snuggled herself against Kitty's thigh, using it as a full-on teddy bear. "If you can't gossip about yourself, who can you gossip about?" 

"Okay, you know Wanda Maximoff?" 

"Scarlet Witch? Yes. For a terrorist, she seems nice." 

"Yeah, she is. You're going to be friends. Friends with tongue." 

"My word," Jean enunciated, eyes wide. "I mean, I've always loved her costume, but who knew—" 

"And there's this black chick, Misty Knight? You're gonna be roommates with her. I'm not saying anything happened, but she's been hanging out with this chick Colleen Wing for the last ten years, and I'm like, yeah, you two are such good 'partners'." 

"You think she and I-?" Jean put her forefinger through a circle of her thumb and other forefinger, before realizing the unsuitability of the gesture. 

"Well, heck, maybe all three of you—" 

Jean's eyes seemed to grow out of her skull. "I... I'm open-minded, but..." 

"Hey, they're both ninjas, no judging. Do you want me to keep going?" 

"Yeah, this is a little addictive. These are all attractive women, after all—nice to know if I do go gay, I'll be a stud." 

"Oh." Kitty was suddenly dismal. "There's this blonde chick, super-hot, pure evil. I'm pretty sure you two hook up, but I have to admit, the sex is probably amazing. I still hate her, though, I think you do too." 

"Then why do we—" 

"I don't wanna think about it." 

"Two villainesses and a ninja. I guess I have a thing for bad girls." 

"I guess." 

"Don't I ever date someone—a girl—who's just... sweet?" 

"Well... not date." 

"Something?" 

"Not date," Kitty repeated. 

"Who?" 

"This... girl." 

"Uh-huh." Jean propped her chin on Kitty's leg, listening intently as she stared up at her. 

"Younger than you. Legal. But, like, naughty legal. Very... inexperienced." 

"Oh... I'm her first." 

"In a lot of ways." 

"And does she like it? Her first?" 

"She loves it." 

"This younger woman... I think she's pretty." 

"Well..." 

"Very, very pretty. Very compassionate. Very funny, and sweet." 

Kitty was blushing. "Jean, technically you're my student, and I think that—" 

"If I were with a younger woman, I would want to be good to her. Show her how good it can be." 

"This is... bordering on the inappropriate." 

"No one's ever shown me how good it can be. Kitty." And Jean kissed her leg. 

It struck Kitty suddenly how wrong this was... lying her, in bed with this girl, this student, having slept with her, cuddled with her—and now, touching her, letting her kiss her body. She should stop this. She should absolutely stop this, be the adult, put an end to it. Only... Jean was drawing the hem of her kimono up Kitty's legs. Her eyes were burning into Kitty's skin. Kitty felt her legs part, and when Jean looked, she could've sworn she felt that hungry gaze sizzling on her cunt. 

Jean crawled forward, stopping only to kiss at Kitty's legs as she climbed them—sometimes the bare skin, sometimes through the gauzy material. Until she was between Kitty's legs, her head at Kitty's crotch—and she blew on Kitty. Her breath may have been warm, but Kitty was so hot that it felt cool. 

"Is this how we'll do it last time?" Jean asked, and Kitty closed her eyes. No more thinking. Fuck now, guilt later. 

With a little crackle of power, Kitty felt her body lifted. Jean slid the kimono out from under her, up around her waist. Now Kitty's lower body was exposed to her panties, a pale feast for Jean. The redhead dipped her tongue into Kitty's belly button before lapping and licking all around it. Kitty found herself petting Jean's hair as the girl kissed her belly, the soft little layer of fat that hid her muscles proving perfectly tender for her loving. 

"That's it—" Kitty said, almost whimpering. "You have to tease a little before you get started—let them know how much you care about them." 

"I wanna eat your cunt," Jean said, her little voice saying such a filthy word almost ruining Kitty. "When can I?" God, so polite—why was that turning her on so much? 

"Now," Kitty groaned, pushing down on her head, gently but firmly, down to her wide-spread thighs—and between. Jean kissed her—so lovingly—right through her white panties. Right on her sex. 

Kitty felt herself come a little. It just whet her appetite. 

Jean looked up at her again, those big green eyes full of apprehension, lust, sin. "Can I take your panties off, miss?" 

"No," Kitty said firmly. "I'll do it." 

She phased to wiggle out of them, so she didn't kick Jean in the face as she did so. Then she was back, Jean facing her bare cunt. Even as turned on as the girl was, her eyes were widened at the sight. Kitty guessed they didn't have Brazilians back then. Lucky devils. The things they didn't have to do to get with Bobby Drake. 

"Blow on it," Kitty ordered Jean—requested of her—Christ, she didn't know what this was. "Just a little." 

Jean pursed her lips, looking up at Kitty for confirmation that it looked as sexy as it felt. It looked plenty sexy. And she blew on Kitty's slit, making it run over with even more of its juices. Jean saw it, so wet, so open, and she had to have it. She moved in, wanting to clamp her mouth to that delicious pussy and suck for days—but she found herself phasing right through Kitty's groin. 

When she raised her head, Kitty was smiling sardonically at her. Keeping herself intangible, she drew open the belt on her kimono. Opened it until it barely stayed on her shoulders, and Jean saw she wasn't wearing a bra. Wasn't wearing anything. Not that her breasts needed it. Small as they were, they thrust out perkily like they were held up by the sheer stiffness of her nipples. 

Becoming corporeal once more, Kitty crooked her finger. Jean went to her breasts as she had her belly, peppering them with kisses, sucking desperately on each nipple when she found it between her lips, but unable to stop herself from then letting go and continuing her campaign of tasting every inch of Kitty's cleavage. 

"Good girl," Kitty found herself saying of Jean's enthusiastic but unskilled efforts. She was heated enough for it to be effective. Still, this was the X-Men. Good enough was never Good Enough. 

Kitty pushed Jean back, both of them now upright on the bed. She ran her hands down Jean's torso, flattening her silk blouse to her breasts before she began to unbutton it. Jean fidgeted nervously, for all her earlier aggression, rolling her lips inside her mouth, staring at Kitty as if looking for any sign the woman would stop. 

"Have you done this before—a lot—before?" she asked hesitantly. 

"A few times," Kitty answered—more than she cared to remember. She wasn't a slut or anything—no Emma Frost—but everyone knew girls didn't count the same as boys, right? You could eat a girl out and it was just messing around; not like giving a blowjob. 

Kitty groaned inwardly. Why did she have to have such lousy self-justifications in front of a psychic? And she'd messed up on one of Jean's buttons, had to go back to it. As she now recalled, after her thing with the other Jean (the real Jean?), she'd followed her advice and found herself dating Rachel for a prolonged, if ill-fated, relationship. Who the hell slept with two members of the same family, much less two generations? 

That's how wrong this was—the girl she was currently seducing (slash being seduced by) was going to grow up to give birth to a time traveler who Kitty was going to do things with. Lots of things. Yikes—she'd never even had a finger up her ass before dating Rachel. 

Maybe she was a bit of a slut, but hey, what was wrong with being a slut? The sex was good. Girls were cute. And the knowledge that she was going to fuck this woman's daughter when she was the same age as Jean was now—actually turned her on. She ripped Jean's blouse open. Jean gasped like she'd never known such lust; in herself or Kitty. She continued gasping—small, keening sounds of need—as Kitty cupped her breasts. Young as Jean was, they were still bigger than hers. Big as Rachel's. Fuck, she was some kind of pervert. She needed to be on a government watchlist. 

But then, she was a mutant and an X-Men. She probably already was on all the watchlists. 

"Like this," Kitty said, lowering her head to Jean's exquisite breasts. "Remember: slow and steady wins the race." With practically a purr, Kitty took one stiff nipple in her lip and sucked it with all the relish in the world. 

Jean sighed explosively, her nipple seeming to turn to stone between Kitty's lips. Kitty drew on it with almost painful force; she wanted it down her throat. She nursed, gnawed, whipped it with her tongue. She never let Jean get used to the stimulation. Always something new. Always something that felt good. And just when it felt so good that the sensation could only go downhill, Kitty went to the other and bit down. Jean whined like an animal in pain. 

Kitty lowered her to the mattress, continuing to suckle at her big, bountiful breasts. The thought entered her that Rachel had done much the same—for both of them. It sent a lightning bolt of delight through her cunt, into her clit. She needed to fuck this woman. And just like that, her hand was in Jean's pajama bottoms and she had Marvel Girl's cunt in the palm of her hand. 

"Oh yes! Oh Kitty!" Jean's eyes were screwed shut, her voice thin and reedy. "Oh please, oh please, oh please!" 

Kitty was going out of her mind with need. It didn't matter how much experience she had—she felt like a schoolgirl again, full of new lust. Had to experiment, had to explore. She levered herself off Jean and slammed her hands to Jean's tits—they filled her hands, so full and warm and soft and perfect, Jean was perfect, and Kitty was going to be her first. 

Jean seemed to feel the wellspring of desire in Kitty—how could she not?—and it triggered something in her. She rose up, crashing into Kitty's body, and kissed her full on the lips. 

Kitty was surprised for a moment—she'd taken to thinking of this as something almost sordid, too perverse for such a tender, affectionate feeling to pass between them. But her surprise faded quickly. This was just as arousing for Jean, obviously, but it was romantic as well. As she'd learned with Rachel—there it was again—perversion and intimacy were not mutually exclusive. 

Obligingly, Kitty tilted her head back so that Jean's face hovered over hers. Their lips brushed together again, lightly, wet with each other. Then, both sets parted. Kitty's tongue met Jean's, moving around in firm exploration. They continued to kiss as Kitty rolled them down to the mattress, Jean below her. When they broke, Kitty ran her hand over Jean's face. It was so hot, so flushed, that Kitty didn't know how much more the girl could take. 

One thing more. At least. She moved down Jean's body, ignoring her open shirt and heaving breasts, to find her sex damp inside her disheveled pants. Kitty was quick to pull those down. She had cupped and rubbed Jean's sex, but not yet penetrated it. Or tasted it. 

"Are you gonna eat me out now?" Jean asked, almost fearfully. 

"Yes, princess, I am." 

"And it's going to feel good, right?" 

"Yes, Jean. Oh yes." Taste good too. 

She kissed Jean's soft little belly first, just over her pussy, where she could feel the velveteen brush of her pubic hair on her lips. It was an assurance, and a promise, of what was to come. Jean laid there, waiting, perfectly willing. 

"Say it," Kitty ordered in a low whisper. 

Jean gasped as if Kitty had just touched her. "Eat me out—eat my pussy—make me come—" 

Kitty kissed the smooth inner thigh just under Jean's groin, licking at it, her tongue a mere inch from the heat of Jean's sex. "Am I the... secondperson to do that?" 

"No!" Jean was nearly hyperventilating. "You're the first, my first. Be my first, Kitty. Take my virginity—make me a woman!" 

Kitty vined her arms around Jean's thighs, sleek and firm with Danger Room training. She breathed the hot juices tantalizing her taste buds. She kissed the satin flesh to either side of her, trembling and clenching in need. She stared at Jean's clit as it bulged beautifully outward, a flower in bloom. "How?" 

Jean bit her lip. "Lick my cunt!" she gasped out, her voice barely audible. 

The first lash of her tongue hit the little morsel of flesh protruding from its hood. Jean cried out, her lust suddenly set on fire. At that one stroke of Kitty's tongue, Jean's clit swelled, and Kitty returned to it almost sadistically. She swabbed it with slow laps, bending it from side to side, pushing it around with the tip of her tongue. She wanted no second thoughts from Jean. No backing out. No recriminations that could stand for an instant in the shadow of her pleasure. 

Then Kitty bowed her head with almost religious fervor. Left Jean's clit pouting in all its need and slithered her tongue inside Jean, first tasting the rim, the exterior, then sending her tongue deeper, and deeper, sucking Jean's labia into her mouth as she fucked with her tongue. Jean went wild for it. She thrashed around, her hips jerking so hard that Kitty almost phased through them reflexively. Although almost unwilling to take her eyes off what she was inflicting on Jean's sex, Kitty looked up. Saw Jean grabbing her own heated breasts and wrenching them around, mauling them with her own two hands. 

Kitty slapped her hands to Jean's ass, groping them as she touched her tongue to that spot inside every woman. With Jean, it was right where Rachel's had been. Kitty stroked it just three times and Jean was spilling down her throat, writhing and crying her way through the first orgasm she hadn't had with her own hands, possibly her first one ever. 

Kitty swelled with pride. She knew it was a bit aggressive, but she did it anyway; pressed her puckered lips to that needy little nub atop Jean's pussy, sucked it inside her mouth, and tortured it with her tongue. Jean shrieked like a banshee as she experienced multiple orgasms; and Kittyknew that was for the first time. She almost drowned Kitty in the juices pouring from her. 

Then she was lying flat on her back, trembling with what was left of her sanity, her eyes glossy and wide. Kitty laid down beside her, pulling Jean to her and stroking the girl, not sexually, but just as she had the other night to comfort her. It was only fair. Jean had done the same to her when she took Kitty's virginity—held her as she dreamed, in her dream. Kitty hoped she'd given Jean the same satisfaction Jean had (would?) give her. As impossible as that seemed. 

Jean's stunned face gave way to a happy smile, her eyes bright with fulfillment. "That was amazing, Ms. Pryde. You were amazing." 

"I told you. Call me Kitty." She kissed Jean, only realizing afterward that she'd shared Jean's taste with the girl. Jean didn't seem to mind. "I'm glad you liked it as much as I did. I loved doing it for you. And I wouldn't mind—I'd love—to do that again." Kitty's inner rabbi screamed at her that once was a one-night stand, twice was an affair, but she didn't care. The pleasure she'd taken had deadened her guilt. 

Jean's lips pinched, the girl visibly restraining the 'uhhh' all teenagers defaulted to, so she could say quite plainly "I'd like that." 

"Good." Kitty put her hand on Jean's thigh, as familiarly as could be. "Do you want me to eat you out again, or should I use my fingers this time? Or something else?" 

Jean squeezed her legs together before Kitty could get her hand in-between them. "No." Kitty felt a sudden rush of remorse. What was wrong with her? How could she do this with a woman little more than half her age, a woman—"It's your turn," Jean finished. 

"Oh," Kitty said in a small voice as Jean rolled her over, ducking between her legs. 

"Just tell me what to do," Jean said, looking up at her, and Kitty had no idea where to start. 

*** 

Emma Frost licked her fingers clean, having gotten each of them quite wet. She'd only thought to take a quick peek in her rival's subconscious while her teenage self's defenses were still unconstructed. She'd had no idea she'd find her asleep in that little brat Kitty's bed—or what the two of them would do to each other, with a little push. They'd certainly enjoyed themselves. 

But then, so had she, Emma thought as she sucked her thumb clean. 

Now there was just the question of what to do with this scintillating new information. She was sure the two girls would hate for their little shenanigans to be found out. Imagine Rachel knowing. Or Scott. Emma could see them doing almost anything to avoid their secret getting out. 

Who knew? With a little luck, she might never have to compete with that little ginger bint again.