0 comments/ 25795 views/ 1 favorites In The Loft By: GreenEyedGirl Patrick brought me up to the loft of the barn. The scent of hay, sawdust, and summer hung heavily in the air. The hay doors were open and the exiting sunlight highlighted the particles floating around us, causing everything to seen slightly surreal. Everything was so breathtakingly simple and beautiful. The rose hues of the sunset, the fragrance of the air, the warmth of Patrick's body against mine; everything felt so good that a shiver of delight ran up my spine. Patrick wrapped his arms around me as we watched the dusk settle. I wanted to feel this way forever. I was just so comfortable. Completely and absolutely comfortable with everything, with me and with Patrick. I was happy. The ease of these feelings surprised me, and I had a small epiphany that true happiness was not achieved through things, but with comfort. And for the first time in my adult life I felt truly relaxed with another person. When the sky had darkened into dusky shades of violet, Patrick pulled me away from the open doors. "Come here." He led me over to the corner of the loft. As I stumbled in the waning light, he lit an old fashioned lamp that was hanging from one of the support beams, illuminating a mound of carefully arranged sleeping bags and blankets. Patrick rearranged some of the blankets and a smile crept up as I realized what he had planned. "Well, you've certainly thought of almost everything." I said as the smile grew into a grin. Patrick stood up, "Actually, I thought of everything." He motioned to a backpack I had not noticed, and as I opened my mouth to ask him what was in it, he pulled me close and started to slowly kiss me. His arms, chest, and lips were so warm I shivered and leaned into him, the backpack temporarily forgotten. Our kisses became longer and his arms tighter until we were both dizzy and out of breath. His fingers slipped under my shirt and rubbed the small of my back, stroking my muscles until my legs began to buckle from his intensity. Then his hand found the edge of my jeans and slipped down until he was caressing my hip. I felt as though I could not breathe because my attention was split between his kisses and his fingers. For a moment movement was not possible, and then suddenly I was released and my hands were pulling at his shirt with an intensity that matched his own. We looked at each other in the flickering lamp light for a moment and I had a fleeting wish that I had worn something sexier than my white cotton bra and panties. But that was quickly pushed aside as I traced with my finger the lines his muscles made in his arms. Watching his tan skin respond to my touch and his eyes darken as I slid my hands over his shoulders to his chest, I felt myself grow warm all over. He tucked a stray hair behind my ear and traced a path down my neck to my shoulder, following the lines of my collar bone and finally stopping at the hollow of my neck. I had to wrap my arms around his waist for support as he slowly ran his finger down between my breasts to my bra. His fingers left electrical pulses on my skin, my nipples immediately hardened and I could feel the warmth that his fingertips left behind. Gently brushing over the cotton of the bra, following the curve of my breasts, his touch created an immediate response in my body of desiring more. Easily, he pulled my shirt over my head. A small smile that played on his lips distracted me for a moment as he said, "You are so beautiful," and his smile widened as he dropped his eyes to my chest, "and white cotton is my favorite." His finger traced the edge of the material where my breast slightly spilled over. I could not move, but I wanted to. Looking into his eyes I saw the same passion rising. I wanted to grab him and kiss him as hard as I could. I wanted to press my body against his until I could not tell where I ended and he began. I let out a small moan, which broke his spell. Suddenly we were crushed together and falling onto the blankets and sleeping bags. Pulling at each other's clothes, desperate to feel more of each other's skin, I stopped thinking coherently. I was working on pure instinct. I wanted to touch every inch of him simultaneously. I wanted his mouth to cover my entire being, I just wanted. I wanted to touch, to feel. I wanted him. Now. Our bodies slipped around on the sleeping bags, our hands desperate to touch and please each other. Our desire was fierce and powerful. His cock was instantly hard and urgent against his jeans. Fumbling fingers found zippers and buttons and belts. We pulled our remaining clothes with no thought of wearing them ever again. Releasing his cock from confinement, I was amazing at his hardness. Pausing for one moment, I took his cock in my hands, cherishing its strength. Admiring its beauty. My fingers traced the ridges, finding the softer spots. Moans escaped from his throat, his body tense as my fingers explored. His eyes darkened into a deeper shade of brown, his pupils lost in the intensity of his gaze. With a small smile, I pulled hard against his cock while fondling his balls with my other hand. With a low growl, Patrick immediately grabbed me and crushed me against him. His mouth feeding on my lips, his hands finding my pussy and spreading my nether lips wide. I was instantly drenched, and a low laugh from Patrick made me even wetter. I could not take it anymore. I whispered against his neck, "Fuck me." Without missing a beat, he slipped his fingers out and his cock in. The feeling of him filling me made me lightheaded, my body started writhing against him, desperate to take him in deeper, harder. Our bodies bucked wildly against each other, our desire building out of control. Before I wanted it to end, I felt the heat rising from my thighs, and my fingers were gripping his arms as I came hard and fast and high. And as I orgasmed, my pussy tightened around his cock, making him come and spill into me. Collapsing, we held onto each other, breathing together, letting the air chill the sweat on our bodies. Patrick's hands drowsily ran up and down my back. As I slipped into sleep a smile played on my lips and I drowsed contentedly. I awoke a few hours later, the lamp was the only source of light in the barn. I rolled back to look up at Patrick, he was already awake and smiled at me. "Hello gorgeous." He kissed me softly, "And now for the 'everything' I thought of." He sat up and grabbed the backpack. He pulled out a bottle of water, two apples, and some cheese. I laughed as I sat up. "Now my dear, we shall dine 'al fresco'," he said as he pulled out a knife and began slicing the apples and cheese. We sat naked and cross legged together in our small pool of light and fed each other slices of apple with cheese. It was possibly the best meal I had ever had. I was ravenous and the tartness of the apples coupled with the sharpness of the cheese tasted heavenly. He was just so damned adorable munching his apple naked that I could not help but grin like a Cheshire Cat. "What is so funny?" He asked. "Share the joke." I began laughing, "I don't know, there is just something amusing about watching a naked man eat an apple. I am not sure why, it's just a great visual." He stood up in mock offense "What? You do not see this every day?" He posed with an apple wedge in his mouth. "Are you telling me that this is not the hottest thing you have ever witnessed?" I dissolved into laughter as he sat down and proceeded to cover himself with the discarded cheese wrapper. "Is this better? Do you feel more comfortable with what you perceive as comedic covered?" That made me laugh even harder, so hard in fact that I snorted. I clasped my hand over my mouth, but it was too late, the hideous noise had been made. He started laughing too and soon we were laying down, holding our sides and gasping for air. "Well, I don't know about you," he wheezed, "but I am finished." He then reached over and tousled my hair. As I watched him clean up, the light from the lamp created intriguing shadows across his back and rear end. I began to feel a bit mischievous and I crawled over on all fours to his turned back and began kissing his thighs and hips. He turned around quickly in surprise and promptly fell on his derriere. I quickly moved over him so my arms were on either side of his torso and his legs were on either side of my knees. He started laughing and I bent down to kiss his chest. I softly kissed and licked his nipples, gently biting them until they were as hard as pebbles. His laughter quickly turned into ragged gasps as I worked my way down, kissing and licking him all over. Biting him every once in awhile for fun, just to hear him moan. He laid back, able to do nothing but moan and grasp my arms. I teased him for a few moments before I moved south and began kissing his hips and the soft area between his hips and private hair. I ignored his obvious arousal for awhile, concentrating on his hip and thigh. I became a bit more aggressive and he began to beg me. "Please, please, please." I stopped and looked up at his face, arching an eyebrow I whispered "Please what?" He looked at me, his face contorted, "Please anything." he rasped, his voice too choked with desire to work properly. I took my arm out of his grasp and ran my hand lightly up his thigh, laughing quietly. Teasingly, I played with the tip of his cock, rubbing my thumb over the top smoothing the pre-cum all around. Then, bending down slowly, keeping my eyes on his face, I took his cock into my mouth. Letting my tongue play with him, causing him to harden, I let my mouth flirt with his cock. Teasing it with the temptation of my mouth. Letting my tongue flick all around, never staying in one place for too long. Then, without warning, I took him completely in my mouth. His body tensed as a startled groan seeped out. I took him fast and deep, using my tongue to tease the tip, all the while watching his face contort with pleasure. Allowing his hips to raise up to meet my downward thrust, I sucked in his cock, using the heat and wetness of my mouth to bring him to the brink. Then, just as abruptly, I stopped my onslaught, and slowed down, licking the base of his shaft, and kissing the ridge of the tip. Watching his face, I could not help but laugh, and the feeling of my laughter against his cock in my mouth released something in him. Grabbing my arms, Patrick pulled me up to him, kissing me bruisingly hard, his hands moving feverishly over my body. Grasping my ass, he plunged me onto his rigid cock. As he drove in deep from below, I circled my hips around his cock. Leaning down, I whispered in his ear "Let my pussy suck your cock off now." That little phrase pushed us both over the edge as we came harder and stronger than before. Collapsing into each other, our bodies shivering as the orgasms ebbed out of our limbs, I knew that I was going to have a great summer. In The Loft Working on Sunday mornings was never an unpleasant chore for me. It allowed me to leave at Noon on Fridays and I considered that more than sufficient compensation. This summer was even better for me because I was joined on the weekend by Cheryl, one of my favorite co-workers, and a summer intern named Debbie who turned out to be a terrific hire. As you can imagine, three females left alone in the office resulted in as much talking as working, but we managed to strike a good balance. A skeleton crew was in the factory on Sunday mornings, so we never had to worry about anybody coming into the administration building where we were. During the week, when the full complement of employees—men, mostly—were in the factory, it wasn't unusual for them to be in and out. Of course, I often accused them of finding any inane reason to come over just to gawk at Cheryl and Debbie. They were both very pretty girls—Cheryl being about thirty years old and Debbie just twenty. I fell about halfway in between and hoped I wasn't considered too ugly compared to the others. I guess the lovers of brunettes went for Cheryl and those preferring blondes chose Debbie. Beyond that, their bodies offered no significant differences. They were both perfect. As the last hour of work approached and I had nothing significant to work on at my computer, I announced to Cheryl and Debbie: "I'll be in the loft. Just yell if you need me." The office building was an old, converted mansion. The first floor had most of the unnecessary walls knocked out to create a great room effect with cubicles and a couple of enclosed offices for the bosses. Overlooking that area was a loft, used for file storage. Rows of shelves lined up like the interior of a library. A wood railing ran the length of the loft. One set of stairs led to the second floor, and I climbed it with every intention of spending the rest of the day up there, relatively alone. I could hear Debbie and Cheryl chatting below me, with no other noise to interfere. I hardly had time to find the first box of files I was looking for when I heard a commotion on the first floor. At first it sounded only as if Debbie and Cheryl's voices were raised, but then I heard a muffled squeal. I turned to look down, nearly shouting out to ask if anything was wrong at the same time. The sight and sound that confronted me made me freeze in place. Three men with guns were in the office, two of them with their hands over the girls' mouths. "Is anybody else in here?" a man asked sternly. I saw Cheryl shake her head 'No'. "If you're lying to me you'll be sorry," he said. "Are you sure?" Cheryl didn't change her answer. "Now, don't scream or you die. Understand?" With guns pointed at their heads, the men behind the girls let them go. Debbie and Cheryl stood still, absolute terror written on their faces. I silently got onto my stomach, inching forward just enough to still see the group below. "Can either of you open the safe?" the man obviously acting as the leader asked. "I can," Cheryl replied. "Let's go." The order was clear and Cheryl led two men into the office with the safe while Debbie and her captor stayed behind. I couldn't see into the office, but I surmised what was taking place. Sure enough, everybody reappeared in a few minutes, the men carrying bags of cash. I got minor comfort in knowing deposits are made every day, including Saturdays, and it was only petty cash they obtained. Still, it would have been a good day's haul without having to work for it. I waited for the men to make their exit. Instead, I learned the worst was yet to come. "Watch the door," the leader instructed one of the other men. "I think we have time to stick around for a while." He handed his gun to the third man and faced Debbie. I watched as he slid his hand up her t-shirt and over her left breast. Debbie flinched and started to step back, but he said, "Don't you dare move without me saying so. For the rest of the time we're here, you obey orders and keep your mouth shut. Got it?" I faintly heard Debbie murmur 'Yes'. Sunday morning attire for the three of us was always casual. We never interacted with the public and rarely with other employees. So we were allowed to wear just about anything. Debbie had a t-shirt tucked into her jeans. The shirt was low-cut and the man was intent on taking advantage of it. He moved his hand up to Debbie's exposed skin and touched her. I saw his fingers disappear inside her shirt for a few seconds. Then he grabbed the shirt with both hands near her waist and yanked it up. Debbie yelped with surprise, but soon the shirt was being pulled over her head and tossed aside. A simple white bra covered Debbie's full breasts. The man pulled down on of the straps and let it rest on Debbie's arm. Again, he ran his fingers over her exposed skin, this time having greater access to her tit. Eventually, he had the cup pushed down enough to show her small nipple. "Take it off," he told the girl. She obeyed without a word and stood topless, the perfect breasts eyed longingly by all three men. The man touched them for a second or two, and then leaned over to take one in his mouth. He squeezed it with his hand while sucking wildly on the nipple. I saw Debbie close her eyes and wince. For the next sixty seconds, he worked the tit in his mouth, and then moved on to the other one. I wanted to believe that he'd have his fun with Debbie's tits and then take the money and run. The first indication I was wrong was when he began to open her jeans. "No! Please!" I heard Debbie sob. "What did I tell you about being quiet?" the man said while pulling down the zipper. Debbie stood motionless as the jeans were pushed down her legs. I could see that she wore a tiny pair of panties. A couple of the men said something I couldn't make out, but the delight in their voices was evident. What I could hear was the leader saying, "Take them off. And your shoes." A moment later, Debbie was in the middle of the small group in nothing but her panties. The man in charge walked up to her and I saw his hand sliding inside her panties. Then his body blocked my view, but Debbie's reaction let me imagine what he was doing to her. He said something to her I couldn't hear. But when he backed away and Debbie began to slide the panties down her legs, I figured it out. Even from my perch in the loft I was in awe of her nude figure once she was standing up again. If there was a flaw on her body, you had to be closer to her than me to see it. I saw the man pull down the zipper of his pants, insert his hand, and pull out his cock. It was my no means fully erect, but still thick and intimidating. "Get down there and suck me," he said. "Just like you do back in school with your boyfriends. Show me how a blonde slut does it." My pain for what Debbie was going through rose to a new level when I saw her get on her knees in front of the man. This ordeal was going to have a bad ending for at least Debbie, and maybe Cheryl. If I was lucky, I'd be spared. I watched Debbie open her mouth and take in the head of the cock. At that point, the man thrust forward and rammed the entire thing inside Debbie's mouth. She remained relatively still and he dictated how fast and hard the cock slid between her lips. The leader looked over his shoulder at the man guarding Cheryl and said, "She's all yours. There's no use waiting." Cheryl wore a short top with about four buttons down the front. It hung outside her jeans, barely reaching the top of the pants. The man guarding her quickly reached out with both hands and jerked the shirt open. He roughly forced Cheryl to turn around and pulled the top off. Just as quickly, he had her bra opened and laying on the floor next to the shirt. I watched him reach around Cheryl and hold her tits in his hands, squeezing them while pressing his cock up against her ass. Soon, he was taking off her pants while Cheryl steadied herself against a table. The man put his hands inside her panties for a few seconds, seeking out her ass cheeks and pussy before pulling them down. Once Cheryl was naked, the man had her lie on the table while he pulled out his cock. Debbie had brought the other man to full erection and he was leading her over to a wall where he had her lean against it, pointing her small ass back at him. My view was from the side and I clearly saw his huge cock disappear between her legs. He maneuvered himself and Debbie for a couple seconds, then drove his body forward in a violent lunge. Debbie howled as the large cock penetrated her cunt. The man held her by the waist, his legs smacking up against her ass with every thrust. Cheryl was flat on her back, having the same fate. The man with her did not need a blowjob, however. He was instantly ready to spread Cheryl's long legs, position his cock at her cunt, and push it in without hesitation. "No! Noooooo! Ohhhhh, God," Cheryl cried out. Both men fucked their captives ruthlessly; the sounds plainly audible even in the loft. I was ashamed to feel dampness around my pussy. But the sight of the two cocks ramming into my friends had a voyeuristic aspect to it that excited me despite my fear. Debbie tilted her head back, the blonde hair in disarray. Her face showed every aspect of the brutal fucking she was taking. Likewise, Cheryl clung to the table she was prone on attempting to survive. Their tits were being clutched and kneaded and pulled by the men. Their pussies were being subjected to undoubtedly the hardest sex they'd ever encountered. The man with Debbie gave the first indications that he was ready to cum. I heard him groan loudly and mutter something to her, followed by even louder grunts. My eyes were locked on him as he held her hips, cruelly driving his cock into her from behind. Then he shouted, "Oh, fuck! Yes! Yessss!" Poor Debbie was smashed up against the wall with the first of his orgasmic thrusts. But then he pulled her back and kept her ass pointed at him while he continued to fuck her and pour his cum inside her cunt. Each loud grunt announced another load. Less than a minute later, the second man was emptying his balls inside Cheryl. He held her by the legs and pumped her repeatedly, deep throaty groans indicating when his orgasm began and then slowed. The ordeal continued to have an effect on my pussy, and I instinctively spread my feet to relieve the discomfort. Unfortunately, I kicked a shelf. Even with all the noise coming from below, the sound echoed throughout the loft. Immediately, three sets of male eyes were scanning the room I was in. "Somebody's up there," the leader shouted. "Pete, check it out." The man guarding the door ran for the stairway. I slid back between the shelves and got on my hands and knees. I wore a denim skirt, which hindered my movements a little, but I managed to move to the back wall. I saw the man at the top of the steps, moving from aisle to aisle. My only hope was to hide behind the end of a shelf and wait for him to pass. When I thought the time was right, I moved as quietly as I could toward the stairs. Once I was within two aisles, I ran. I honestly thought I was going to make it. Then a hand grabbed my t-shirt in the back. I heard it rip as he tugged back and I lunged forward. His strength was too much, and I was in his grasp. "No!" I shouted. "Let me go!" I was dragged back to where I watched the rapes of Debbie and Cheryl. "Use the cuffs if you have to," I heard the leader yell. But the first thing I felt was my shirt being ripped completely off. I flung my arms at the man while the people on the first floor looked up at us. Despite my struggling, he had my bra off in no time and it was my turn to feel the embarrassment of being half naked in front of everybody. "Get on your knees," the man behind me ordered. I dropped down and heard metal handcuffs being opened. He closed one end around my left wrist and closed the other end around the lowest railing in front of me. "She looks like a babe, Pete. What do you think?" one of the men yelled up at him. "Definitely. We'll find out how tight she is in a few seconds." After being so close to an apparent escape, I was doubly frustrated about what was about to happen to me. I felt him push up my skirt and lay it across my back, fully exposing my ass. He quickly had my panties off. The next thing I knew, his gun was sliding up the inside of my thigh and onto my pussy. He used the metal to rub my clit, sending waves of unwanted pleasure through me. I must have shuddered enough for him to see because he said, "Do you like that, bitch? Well, then you're going to love THIS." I heard his zipper. I felt his cock between my legs. Then he pushed my feet apart and I looked down at Debbie and Cheryl who were still naked, guarded by the two men. I now knew their terror and felt their pain. The man's cock entered me sooner than I expected. I grabbed the railing with my other hand and held it tightly as his hard shaft began to pound my cunt. There was no doubt that anybody looking up was getting a good view of my tits bouncing freely as I got fucked. Watching Debbie and Cheryl might have been a blessing in disguise, however, because my pussy was still a little wet. The cock sliding in and out of me might have been impressive any other time, but at that moment I didn't really care for it. The man fucking me had been watching the entire time and unquestionably he was ready to fuck somebody; like me. I hoped he was near the end when he began to play with my tits. I fought back the urge to moan when he squeezed my nipples, something that invariably made me horny. I buried my head between my outstretched arms and let my hair hide the expressions of half-lust, half-agony. When he finally started to cum, he was still clutching my tits. His palms pressed them against my chest as his cock poured out its contents. The sound of his cock slithering in and out of my soaked cunt could have been heard anywhere in the building, I thought. His groans continued for what seemed an eternity. He pulled out eventually and slapped my bare ass. "Tightest cunt we've ever had," he shouted. "Anybody ready for another?" I'm sure I wasn't the only female in the building who dreaded the sound of his words. We thought we were finished after my capture. But, in fact, each of us sustained one more attack by a different man before they gathered their stuff and retreated out the back door. The most difficult part was getting me free without having to bring in one of the guys from the factory to help. Debbie and Cheryl managed to break the railing and let me slide the cuffs off the bar. We found some ponchos to wear and, finally, felt comfortable enough to seek help. Our captors were long gone and we gave descriptions to the police, but never heard anything more about it. Debbie, Cheryl and I insist on working together on weekends, sharing an experience that bonded us even closer. Of course, we now insist on a factory guard stopping in every thirty minutes...with a gun nearby. In the Loft Above... I sigh quietly, ruffling through the boring novel sitting in front of me. We have a report due in less than a week, and I've barely made it through three chapters. I know I can catch up...but lately I've been distracted. I quickly tilt my head towards the clock on the wall. You would think an eighteen year old would have it down pat by now, but our teacher sent me a dirty look from her desk at the rear of the classroom. I sighed. Ten more minutes until I can leave and go to our secret place... I feel my phone buzzing in my front pocket, and I suppress a moan. I've been DYING this last class. I can't help but move forward in my seat. It looks like I'm trying to focus on the book, but really I'm just pressing the seam of my jeans into my clit, thinking about later on. I gently rock my hips back and forth, rubbing my little nub as secretively as possible. It feels like I'm almost in a trance, trying to focus on not cumming in front of the entire class. The school bell startles me and I jerk in my seat. My face is flushed and I feel slightly out of breath. I shove my book into my backpack and exit the classroom, quickly ducking into a stairwell to check my texts. Just one from you—"No panties." I blush, and hurriedly shove the phone back into my pocket. Impatiently, I wait for the thundering herd of students to exit the building, and then I look around for cameras. They're facing away from my position. I remove my panties, hurriedly, and shove them into my hoodie. The rough fabric feels good against my pussy lips and I smile slightly as I scurry to our secret place. The drama classroom is the perfect place for fucking after school hours. We both learnt that our junior year. It's set up similar to a college class, minus the shabby teacher's desk at the front and ripped seats with stuffing leaking out. But the best thing about it is the loft above the stage, where the production work used to take place. No one ever goes there—it was put out of commission after a student fell and broke their arm. The ladder leading up to the loft is rickety and pretty scary to climb if you're scared of heights. I take a deep breath and grip the rungs firmly, half walking, half pulling myself up. My stomach is falling and I feel a wave of dizziness overtake me. I almost change my mind about going up when I see you looking at me from the stop. I steady my breathing and very slowly and carefully continue my journey skyward. It's hard not to feel safe knowing that you're right there, just a few feet away. I pop my head up into the little square that is part of the floor, and you take my hand and pull me up through. Before I can say a word, your lips are pressed against mine, your hands pulling me close to you. They slide down along my back, cupping and squeezing my ass. I run my hands over your chest, lightly scratching you...down your stomach, and rub your hard cock through your jeans. You pick me up around my waist and pin me against the wall, pulling my hoodie and shirt off as one. I slide down the wall and unzip your jeans, pulling them down to your knees and slipping your hard cock out of your underwear. There's already a bead of precum on the tip and I greedily lick it off and begin sucking you, trying to coax out more, enjoying the flavor. I let out a little moan of excitement as I feel more on my tongue. I take my tongue and lick from the base of your cock to the head, flicking it over the little ledge of skin between the head and the shaft, before sucking it into my mouth. I lick my way down, and the up partway, and then down again, before finally taking your balls into my mouth, gently sucking them in and out. I run my hand up and down your shaft, feeling you growing harder. Your breathing is getting faster and louder, and I feel my excitement growing... I feel your hands on the back of my head, tangling in my hair. You pull me off your cock, gently but firmly, and pull your pants off the rest of the way. I lay back and spread my legs, pulling off the rest of my clothing. To be continued...