0 comments/ 3654 views/ 0 favorites Juliet By: pocketrocket Author's note: This is a short short story, with no sex. It is a character in one of my novels. If anyone is interested in a writing challenge, try writing this girl's diary. Feel free to contact me. * Have you ever dreamed of being snatched out of your life into something much grander? That happened to me. One day I was a waitress at a greasy spoon diner. The next day I was working for Richards Enterprises and was introduced to my mistress. The next I was given to her. It was like a dream come true. I am very quiet. Even I think so. Finding the right word can be so difficult. By the time I was old enough for school, everyone tended to avoid me, even the bullies. I guess it is not fun if you cannot get a reaction. I made decent grades in school, because all the tests are in writing, but most of my teachers treated me as if I were slow. After high school, college was not an option. There was no money and no one thought I was good enough anyway. It goes without saying that I never had a serious boy friend. What might be harder to believe is that no one tried to make me a one night conquest. Not even Ted hit on me, and he claimed every other girl in the class. The weird part is that I would have let them. By my junior year, all it would have taken was, "Let's go fuck." I would have tried anything the guy, or the girl, wanted to do. Instead I went home and read fantasy stories about women who get enslaved by barbarians, but manage to cope through sex. You have heard of Gor, right? After high school I had to find work. That was easy sometimes. I look good on paper. Some people only want to read the application and see you nod to what they say. I had trouble keeping a job. Sooner or later the owner or manager would get tired of me not saying anything and find a reason to fire me. It was pretty harsh. I drifted down to a job waiting tables at a coffee shop on 7th Street. It was working pretty well, because no one wanted to hear about daily specials. Then it happened. Two guys came in for lunch. They were talking about erotic photography, the kind with handcuffs. I was getting wet just hearing about it. Then they noticed me listening. A few minutes later one of gave me a card saying Richards' Enterprises and told me to call in the morning. When I did, they told me I had been hired at the diner, so I was already late for work. That day I met Mistress Cynthia. She warned me not to call her that, but I still think it. Mistress knew exactly what I was from the first time we met, even if I did not, yet. She told me about Jason, and how she had tied him up for the picture. I was wet before I even met him. Then I saw the video we took the picture from. You have probably seen the picture by now. It is a simple upper torso portrait of a bound man, staring at something outside of the frame. It is the expression that gets everyone. There is a mixture of pain, fear, longing and lust, all at once, and all folded into a beatific expression of acceptance. The object he was staring at was a riding crop in Mistress Cynthia's hand. Jason and I walked through the entire scene, frame by frame, from all four angles, looking for the perfect shot. Mistress pulled it out in less than a minute. Even Peter, who does this for a living, does not know how she does it. Mistress is very gifted. For work, Mistress put me with Jason. We worked at the simple, repetitive but tricky part, while she, Peter and Justin worked on the fancy part. It was nice. Jason and I worked well together. After we were done for the day, Mistress sent me to her friend Francine. It was interesting. Francine had me strip naked, then kneel with my hands behind my head, then went away for a very long time. Mistress told me later that Francine had apologized for being gone so long. When she finally came back, Francine showed me how to maintain the posture more easily, which I liked a great deal. Then she showed me Second Posture, which is exactly what I needed. I sit on my heels, knees apart, with my hands behind my back holding the elbows. It is very relaxing, yet it gives Mistress easy access to my pussy and my tits. Mistress has gone so far as to bind me in the posture when I am observing her work, though she usually includes a butt plug and dildo or ben wa balls. That was how I went, in less than a week, from a lonely girl who had never been kissed, to the happy submissive of my Mistress. In my entire life, the only one that had every made me cum was me. Mistress has found all sorts of ways to make me cum, usually involving whipping my pussy in some way. It is so much more satisfying than spanking it myself, which I had done for so long. Perhaps I should explain spanking pussy, since it does not appear to be well understood. When I was in grade school, I was running in the school parking lot and never saw a short metal pole. Bang. The next thing I remember was the nurse's office, with my skirt up and my panties down. Mrs. Voss was prodding the area below my belly. The bruising was very serious, so it must have already been coloring and swelling. I can remember that some pokes hurt and others hurt, differently. The next day, my mother took me to see Dr. Carlson. He had my mother hold me while he examined the same area. Again, some of his prodding made me squirm because it hurt, and some of his prodding just made me squirm. There was a difference. This time my hands were held. This was to become a pattern for the next several days. Every night my mother would hold my arms, while she tested the tenderness of my pelvic area. There was a bump that never completely went away, but the bruising did. This is one place where being non-verbal probably helped. Mother would have stopped if I had said what I was thinking. She might have taken me to a shrink. In any event, the bruising improved and the probing stopped. Naturally, I started doing it myself. Just probing with fingers was nice. It did not take long to figure out where the sensitive spots were. I can remember wondering why Dr. Carlson and Mother never touched me quite that far down. After a while, I discovered I could get a bit of that mix of pain and pleasure if I hit it with my fingers. Soon I was literally beating on my special place like a drum. I used the sticks from a toy drum they had at school. They are sticks about six inches long, with round rubber balls at the end. I still have them. A while later, I had a discovery. It worked better if there was something in the slot. Fingers soon gave way to other things. I broke my own hymen before I turned eight. It was with the handle of mother's hair brush. The blood scared me, but I was in the bathroom, so I was able to clean it all up. The incident did teach me caution about using anything with even a slight edge. The whole thing with having the arms held took a lot longer. Tying your own arms is counterproductive for autoerotica. I did not rediscover that, really, til I met Mistress. She has tied me up and whipped my pussy so much better than I ever did by myself. Now one of my fantasies is being tied to a bed, spread wide, with Mistress drumming my special bump to Michael Jackson's Beat It. Mistress knows me so well. It is funny, I suppose, that I lived 19 years, and never realized I was a submissive with masochistic tenancies. Sean Richards recognized it as soon as he saw me. Mistress not only recognized it, she has been training it. My favorite was the office party. She had me kneel and blow Jason, with everyone watching. Then I was turned over and Peter stuck his big cock in my ass and pounded me out. I must have cum five times. Afterward Mistress told me never to forget that it had been a scene. Scenes are pretend. Life is something else. Tonight I am supposed to go with Jason and not pretend. Juliet and the Window Cleaner George arrived home on Wednesday evening at half past six. The drive home had been enjoyable because he passed the time fantasizing about his wife, Juliet. When he realised his new job was going to require more travelling he had invested in some porn audio tapes, but soon discovered that they weren't anything like as much fun as fantasizing about fucking his own wife. All the different positions they did: fucking her spread-eagled, naked, out on the lawn; fucking her on her hands and knees, skirt pushed up over her ass in the locker rooms at the tennis club; he also had fantasies about watching her fucking other men. The idea of watching another man drive his cock into Juliet's cunt turned George hard in an instant. The best image was the idea of coming home one day and finding Juliet being fucked by one of the tradesmen that called by the house. He imagined his wife on her hands and knees in the kitchen, ass in the air, and some stranger with a hot and hard cock ramming into Juliet's glistening, welcoming cunt, stroking his cock back and forth. George imagined watching Juliet moaning with pleasure, rocking backwards and forwards with the force of the man's cock strokes, her nipples hardened with pleasure, her tits swinging freely as the man - any man - banged his cock in and out smacking against her ass cheeks in an effort to drive deeper into her cunt. As he pulled into the driveway and parked his BMW, he tried to adjust his trousers, to make his hard-on a little more comfortable until he could do something about it. He knew it wasn't going to go away. He had called Juliet on the mobile when he was about five miles from home and she had said she would wait from him in their gym. since then his cock had been hard and throbbing; Juliet liked to exercise naked - it turned her on. It turned him on too, watching her body stretch, watching her ass rock on the bicycle saddle. They had installed mirrors along one wall in the gym, so George was able to watch Juliet's lithe body from two angles at once; he was able to watch her tits and her ass bouncing as she jogged. He imagined her sitting on one of the exercise benches, he worked his way down from her short, black hair just beginning to shine with sweat, past her face with those luscious lips down to her big, firm, beautiful breasts with her nipples hard with excitement. His mind's eye travelled down her flat stomach, and stopped at her dark bush. He'd thought often of asking her to shave it, but decided that he like it's darkness hiding it's treasure, which would only be shown when Juliet opened her legs for him and the pretty pink wetness of her cunt was revealed. He smiled as he thought about the amount of times they had fucked in the gym since they had had it installed six months ago. George got out of his car and attempted to straighten his suit. He was a good-looking man, with short straight sandy brown hair, clean shaven. He had an impressive physique and he was wearing an expensive, well-cut suit, but there was no disguising his throbbing cock straining against the material of his trousers. When Juliet heard the front door open, she smiled and looked over at her reflection in the mirror which was the first thing George would see as he opened the door. She was naked and was sitting straddled on one of the exercise benches. She had been exercising gently since he called, nothing too exerting, just enough that she could enjoy the view and start to get wet with desire. Now she leant back against the back-rest, opened her legs a little wider and started idly stroking the lips of her cunt with her right hand, smiling as the shivers of pleasure ran up her spine and her fingers got wet. George opened the door to the gym and marveled at the sight of his wife in the mirror. She was still tanned from their holiday in the Bahamas a month ago, her nipples standing out as a dark pink against the all-over honey tan of her skin. Her eyes were closed, but she had heard the door so she knew he was watching. She moved from stoking her cunt lips to running the first two fingers of her right hand inside herself, stroking in and out, her fingers and her cunt glistening with wetness. Both George and Juliet moaned with pleasure as she started to do this and George could watch no longer. He stepped fully into the room and unzipped his fly, bringing his cock out, hard and throbbing, it was too painful having it trapped inside his trousers. When Juliet heard the zip, she pulled her fingers out of her cunt and stood up. She walked to one of the higher benches and sat on it with her legs curled up and her cunt spread wide. He cunt was now level with his cock. George walked over to her and rubbed his fingers up and down the lips of her cunt; she was soaking wet so he slid his cock straight into her cunt. Juliet groaned with pleasure as she felt his cock enter her, then she hooked her legs around his waist and lifted herself up onto him. She drew a sharp breath as his cock went ever deeper into her cunt. George held onto her ass, rubbing his fingers into her crack as she pumped up and down on his cock, gasping with pleasure with ever deep, throbbing push of his cock inside her. With her arms around his neck and her back arching as she rode his cock, George carried her out into their hallway. Juliet knew that anyone could see them from the hallway - the front entrance was clear glass. The risk excited her and she began to ride his cock harder and faster. She enjoyed the idea of being seen fucking her husband. She liked to tease some of the delivery men by answering the door dressed only in a sheer night-gown, especially on cold days when the blast of air made her nipples stand out from her breasts. She liked to make sure she turned around as she bent down, to make sure they could see she was completely naked, and they could see her ass crack and her bush underneath it as she bent down. As George carried her upstairs, he reached his fingers into her crack and found her hole. He began running his fingers around the edge, feeling the muscle tighten in response. Juliet began to grind against him even harder than before but she couldn't get him in deep enough to satisfy her because his clothes were getting in the way. He laughed softly at her frustrated moans as she tried to thrust his cock deeper inside her. When they reached the top of the stairs, Juliet could take the frustration no longer. "Fuck me now," she whispered in his ear, "I can't wait any longer. I want to come now!" George laughed and agreed. He lifted her off his cock and set her standing in front of him. As he took of his suit, he watched her go down on her hands and knees and curve her back so that her ass was sticking up in the air. She spread her legs so her glistening cunt was open to him. George smiled as he thought that even after five years of marriage, Juliet's idea of a wifely welcome was to spread her legs and offer her cunt. He wasn't complaining at all. He knelt down behind her and thrust his cock inside her cunt, pulling her waist towards him so that his cock went in as far as it could go. Juliet groaned with pleasure at the feeling and George began fast hard strokes, he grasped her waist with both hands and moved her body as well to increase the force of this strokes. Oh! He was enjoying this! Juliet was moaning and whispering 'harder! harder!' with every stroke, so he moved more quickly and forcefully. He thrust harder and deeper, her ass cheeks opening up as they were pressed against his stomach each time he drove inwards allowing his cock to go in just that little bit deeper each time. He felt himself come and as his cock throbbed with the force of his cum shooting out he pressed himself hard against Juliet's ass to thrust himself as deep as he could go. Juliet's back arched and she gave a long, satisfied groan as she came too and then she relaxed. George withdrew, his cock still quite hard and Juliet stretched out and lay, spent, on the carpet. George smiled down at her satisfied face and told her he was going to shower. Juliet followed him to the shower, she stepped in behind him and started massaging his balls. George groaned and leant against the wall of the cubicle, resting against his arms. Juliet continued to gently rub his balls and as she felt his cock grow hard again she began stroking it with her right hand while continuing to rub his balls with her left. George could barely stand, his knees were going weak but he did not want her to stop for an instant. When his cock was hard and throbbing, Juliet told him to turn round, George did so and amid all the splashing water, Juliet knelt down and took his cock into her mouth. At first she just sucked him gently, running the tip of her tongue over the head of his cock but as she got more excited her strokes grew faster. George loved to watch as she did this, her lips surrounding his cock, her back arching with her own excitement and the water from the shower running down her back and dripping of the curve of her ass cheeks. He felt himself throb and then come again. Juliet gagged slightly as his cum shot into the back of her throat, but she continued to suck and lick him until the sensations became unbearable for him and he had to get her to stop. She gently let him go from her mouth and swallowed all his cum. She licked her lips and smiled up at him from where she knelt. "So, did you have a good day at the office?" she asked. The next morning, they slept until ten. Juliet has asked him to take Thursday morning off this week, all she would say was that she fancied a fuck after breakfast, but George knew the time spent would be worth while. Juliet's games were always worth the effort. After she had served him breakfast in bed, Juliet lay on her back in the middle of their huge bed, with her legs spread wide gently stroking her cunt lips. She asked him to fuck her and George needed no second asking. He loved taking her this way because it meant he could watch her tits move in time to his strokes and he could rub her nipples as he thrust causing Juliet to arch her back up against him. Juliet kicked her legs back and showed him her wet, open cunt. George slid in his cock, her cunt was so wet that it slid straight in to its full depth and Juliet gasped in surprise as she felt his fullness. George rubbed her tits as he thrust in and out, at first long, gentle strokes but getting harder and faster at her urging. As his thrusts got really hard he stopped rubbing her tits so that he could watch them rock as he pushed himself into her cunt. Just as he felt himself throbbing and ready to come, Juliet whispered 'Come on my chest! I want to see you come!' Eager to oblige, George gently withdrew his cock and knelt up over Juliet. It only took two quick strokes of his hand before he came, and as he watched his white cum splatter all over Juliet's tits, he groaned with pleasure. He watched Juliet reach down to her cunt and start rubbing herself until she too came, her back arching with the force of it. George left her lying on the bed and went to the bathroom to wash. A couple of minutes later he thought he heard Juliet gently calling his name. The door to the bedroom was slightly ajar and as he came up to it he saw Juliet still lying spread-eagled on the bed, his cum shining white on her chest. He was about to enter when he saw her right hand lying down by her side. She raised her first finger and pointed slightly towards the window. George's knees went weak as he saw the window cleaner staring transfixed at Juliet. George moved so that he was definitely out of sight, but had a good view of both Juliet and the cleaner. Juliet kept her eyes closed so it appeared she was asleep and her head was facing away from the window but George saw her smile slightly. She knew the window-cleaner was there, and she was going to give him and George a show. Slowly, languidly, Juliet brought her right hand onto her thigh and then slid it down onto her cunt, using her first two fingers to stroke her cunt lips. George felt his balls ache and he glanced up at the window-cleaner watching his wife. The cleaner was a young man, probably not much more than twenty and as Juliet's performance continued, George began to see why she had chosen him for the show. The window-cleaner's cock was growing hard and straining against his cover-alls, he looked big. George moaned softly in pleasure as he watched the cleaner watch his wife. He had always dreamed of watching another man fuck his wife and now it looked like Juliet might be doing something about it for him. George began to rub his cock in reaction to watching Juliet. Juliet moved on from rubbing her cunt lips to thrusting her fingers inside her cunt and stroking them in and out. She also moved her left hand up to her tits and started rubbing his cum into her nipples. Her finger strokes grew more vigorous and she stretched out her legs to give her more room. Two fingers just weren't enough any more, so she thrust all four fingers into her cunt, squealing and writhing as her cunt lips stretched to take her full fist pumping in and out. For George it became almost unbearable, he wanted so badly to run into the room, pull her fist out of her cunt and ram his cock in as hard and as fast as he could. He gripped the door to stop himself. It must have become unbearable for the window cleaner too, because he tore himself away from the amazing view and carefully climbed down the ladder. As soon as he was sure the cleaner had gone, George did rush in and thrust his cock into Juliet's cunt, she lifted up her legs and welcomed him with a moan of pleasure. He was so hard already that he came almost as soon as he entered her. He pushed his cock in as far as it would go and grunted with pleasure as he felt the force of his own cum for the second time that morning. Juliet looked up at his with a lazy smile, "So you liked that?" George could only nod, speech was beyond him. "Make sure you spend next Thursday morning in the local office. I'll call you if anything happens" Juliet said softly and she smiled as she felt George go hard again inside her. Next Thursday, George could barely concentrate on his work. Finally at around half past eleven a text message flashed up on his cellphone, it read "CUM". He hurriedly put on his coat, made excuses to his secretary - a dental appointment he'd forgotten - and ran out of the office to his car. In the mid-morning quiet, George made the journey home in fifteen minutes. He pulled up in front of the house and very carefully opened the front door. He knew where Juliet would be - he had told her of his fantasies - she would be at the back of the house, in the kitchen. As he got closer to the slightly open door of the kitchen, he could hear grunts and moans. Some of them he recognized as Juliet's moans when she was enjoying a cock in her cunt. He quietly moved up to the door and gasped when he looked in and saw it was even better than his fantasies. Juliet and the window-cleaner were kneeling on the heavy wooden table at the centre of the kitchen. George could see the cleaner's cock thrusting in and out of his wife's cunt - it was as big as he had thought, not much longer than his own but much wider, this kid was built like a tree trunk. Juliet was moaning every time the cleaner thrust his cock deep inside her. George felt his own cock go hard as he watched his wife enjoying this animal pleasure, imagining her cunt stretching around the cleaner's huge cock. As the cleaner's thrusts got deeper and faster, Juliet's grunts and moans grew louder. Her tits were rocking backwards and forwards with such force that her nipples were practically hitting her chin. The cleaner was moaning now as well and thrusting faster. He grabbed Juliet's ass cheeks and opened them himself to allow his cock more room to ram into Juliet's cunt. She squealed when she felt him go even deeper into her. The cleaner forced himself in harder, ramming himself against Juliet, clenching his hands into her ass to hold her in place. He was groaning and Juliet was screaming when the cleaner's back arched and he gripped Juliet even harder as he came. Juliet continued to groan as her own body shook as she came. George knelt at the door, gasping at the power of seeing his fantasy come to life, it was far better than he had ever imagined. The cleaner was gasping for breath as he withdrew from Juliet and climbed down off the table and began to get dressed. George watched as Juliet climbed off the table, he could see the mixture of the cleaner's and Juliet's cum dripping down her thighs, the entrance of her cunt still stretched from receiving a larger cock than it was used to. She glanced quickly at the doorway, to George and signaled toward the sink with her eyes. George looked across the kitchen and almost gasped out loud. Sitting on the draining board, partially obscured by a tea towel was his small camcorder. Juliet had recorded the whole thing for him. He watched quietly as she pulled on a shirt and hand over some cash to the cleaner who was fully dressed now. The cleaner turned towards Juliet before he left. "You... er... you want to do this again?" he asked. Juliet smiled and stroked her stomach, pushing the open shirt back so the cleaner could see her tits and her bush, now wet and glistening with his cum. "Oh, I expect so," she answered softly and opened the back door for him. The cleaner grinned, "Well just say the word. I'll fuck you whenever you want!" Juliet laughed softly to herself as she closed the door behind him. She turned and walked across the kitchen and opened the door for George. It was his turn now for the view of her tits, swollen from the force of the rocking, and her wet bush. George felt his cock begin to throb even harder. He had to open his fly and let his cock stick out to relieve the pain. Juliet's smile grew even wider as she saw how hard he was. She opened up her shirt and put her fingers into her cunt, she looked up at George and said, "I'm a bit of a mess down here, do you want to fuck me in my other hole or shall I suck you?" George moaned softly at the thought, undid his trousers and let them fall to his ankles. Juliet knelt in front of him and began to suck vigorously on his cock. It didn't take long for his cum to shoot into her mouth, George gasped at the force of it and gently pulled himself out of her mouth. He crouched down and kissed his wife, fondling her tits as she swallowed his cum. "Thank you," he whispered, "But I have to get back to work!" Juliet nodded and smiled. "I'll leave the video out for you this evening." That evening, Juliet went to bed early, but she left George the video from the afternoon. George undressed, put on his robe and took the video into the study. He was able to watch the whole affair from the beginning. The video started with Juliet, dressed only in one of his shirts, opening the back door to the cleaner who said he needed paying this week. Juliet invited him in, and while searching for her purse, asked him if he was busy for the rest of the morning. He said no, that this was his last call. Juliet turned round and walked towards him, unbuttoning her shirt. She asked him if he wanted to have some fun. As she said this Juliet began fondling her tits and rubbing her fingers into her cunt. George marveled as he saw the cleaner go hard at his wife's come-on, he felt himself go hard as well. "What do you want?" the cleaner asked. "I want a fuck," Juliet replied, "I want you to fuck me with that big, hard cock of yours." The cleaner was stunned speechless, but came in and hurriedly started taking off his cover-all. Juliet sat on the table in front of him and opened her legs to him. George could see her hand rising in and out between her thighs and he pictured her rubbing her cunt and pushing her fingers in and out. The cleaner was transfixed. Juliet and the Window Cleaner "What about your husband?" he asked. "Oh, he's at work." "And he doesn't do it for you any more?" the cleaner asked. George could see his eyes following every movement of Juliet's fingers up and down her cunt. Juliet laughed, "My husband does it very well. I just fancied something different!" The cleaner was now naked, he didn't appear to wear anything under his cover-all and his cock was standing out hard. George marveled at his thickness. Juliet did too as she ran her hand up and down it, "I am going to enjoy this," she muttered. She shrugged off the shirt. Now completely naked herself she directed the cleaner up onto the table with her, saying it would be the most comfortable place because it had a padded cloth on it. By now the cleaner was so eager for his fuck that he didn't care where they did it. Juliet climbed onto her hands and knees and opened her cunt to him, he knelt up behind her and began to push his cock into her eager cunt. Juliet's squeals began immediately as she felt the cleaner's cock inside her, felt her cunt stretching and getting even wetter in anticipation of feeling something so huge inside her. At first the cleaner was careful and gentle but at Juliet's fervent urgings his movements grew faster and as his own excitement took hold he began ramming his cock into her cunt as hard as he could. George had never heard Juliet scream like she did now, it was an animal response to the purely physical act of being fucked by the cleaner, feeling his huge cock thrusting deeply into her, pushing against her cunt. As he watch them fucking again, George felt himself throb in reaction. Listening to his wife screaming at the feeling of a big, strange cock in her cunt was even better than he had hoped. Watching her tits swing backwards and forwards as the cleaner forced himself further into her cunt, watching that cock go in and out, another man's cock sliding into his wife's wet and willing cunt - George could watch no more, his own cock was so hard it was painful. He walked into the bedroom and saw Juliet lying half asleep on the bed. When he came up to the bed, Juliet opened her eyes and smiled, "Was it everything you wanted?" she whispered. "More," he replied, "Much, much more." Juliet reached out and started massaging his cock, "You want some of me too?" she whispered, "My cunt's still sore..." George felt a thrill run through him as he realized he could extend his fantasy now to include these scenes, his wife's cunt still stretched and sore from the beating it received from that stranger's cock. But she was his, so he had many more opportunities to enjoy her than the window-cleaner, many more. "I want your ass." he whispered. Juliet smiled up at him, "It's all yours." Juliet rolled onto her stomach and lifted herself up so that she could tuck her knees underneath her as far as they would go - sticking her ass in the air and stretching the cheeks back, then she curved her back, so that it was her hole rather than her cunt that was being offered to George. George stepped up behind her and began to thrust his cock into her ass, now she moaned as the muscles stretched to take him, torn between fear at his size and the desire for more. It didn't matter how often he fucked her ass this way, she always felt that fear. He usually tried hard to keep it slow and gentle while the muscles got used to him, but his time he was too excited to care and as soon as he could he began pumping his cock deep into her ass. He grabbed her cheeks and pushed them further apart and thrust his cock in even harder, seeing again in his mind the cleaner's cock ramming into Juliet's cunt. The memory of her moans and screams were mingling with her moans now as he grabbed her pelvis and started to lift her up to make his thrusts deeper and harder. When he felt himself ready to come, he lifted her off his cock and turned her over, spreading her legs so that he could go where the cleaner had been. Juliet's brain was over-loading from all the sensations from her ass, so she was barely aware of what he was doing when he turned her over. The feeling of his cock suddenly ramming deep inside her cunt shocked her back to consciousness and she gasped in a mixture of shock, pain and pleasure. Two deep ramming thrusts of his cock made pleasure over-ride all the other feelings and she moaned as she felt all the blood rush down to her cunt, swelling it so that it pressed harder on the pumping cock inside her. This was the best yet, George's strokes were coming hard and fast, and then suddenly he grunted explosively and forced himself deep inside her as he came. The power of it overwhelmed her and she forgot everything as her body responded. She clung to him, not wanting him to remove his cock as she felt the electricity running up and down her cunt. Her back arched and she gave one long moan, then she relaxed back on to the bad, and her cunt relaxed against his cock. George looked down at her spent body and sighed softly, "Thank you" he whispered. Juliet Starling Inspired Tease This was my sophomore year at a reasonably well known East Coast College an institution known just as much for its academics as its sports. I got in as a legacy seeing as may dad went here but would have stood just as much chance on my own having solid grades and a exemplary high school sports career. I was good enough that they gave me my shot at college football as well. To date I had played well and had proven myself. I came from a little money, had some family connections, was a respected athlete, and could hold my own in the looks department. All this aside a drew some curious glances and a couple of questions from my teammates and several friends in some of the more selective social circles I traveled when at the end of freshmen year I pledges what my friends would call a fringe fraternity. No one gave me any long term grief though. I had always been able to move relatively easily between disparate social groups and this held true even here. The reality was that I had ambitions for after college geared to the higher end of business or maybe politics. I wanted a good solid academic background as well as the popularity and connections. To that end I joined a more cerebral fraternity. Yes these were the geeks and nerds of academia but they would be very helpful for getting through classes that I was weak in and some day some of these boys would be heads of their own tech and science firms (something a lot of people forget about). Being an athlete and popular got me in the door with the guys easily enough and having me as a member did raise the fraternities equity some. I treated the guys as normal human being and this got me there respect. I became the de facto social guru for my frat helping the guys out when I could and giving advice when asked with the additional duty of organizing and executing several of the yearly parties. It was in this capacity that a handful of the guys came to me with a request to put together a special get together for one of our soon to depart brothers Tom. They wanted something good as a send off. I gave it a little thought and agreed giving them a time and date. I specifically picked a holiday weekend when pretty much most everyone would be away and we would have the house all to ourselves now of course I had to figure out what to arrange and how. Fast forward a couple of weeks to a holiday weekend afternoon at the frat house. The guys had been having a good if not mellow time. Everything was what you would expect up to this point, music, beers, snacks, some cinema, and some video games. Actually only one video game was out that was lollipop chainsaw I claimed I had misplaced the rest when I was setting up. And though this is everything you'd expect at a private party for college nerds and geeks this was a special gig for Todd in honor of having gotten into Caltech's grad mathematics program on a full ride scholarship. Not something you achieve easily and it comes with scarifies like your social life. But he had at one time or another gotten us all though a bind, for me it was business statistics, so the boys wanted to send him off in style. Of course having a small social circle meant that there were only seven of us including myself (everyone else was out of the house and I was confident no one would be back till tomorrow). The only thing the guys found out of the ordinary up to this point was that I collected everyone's electronics at the door when they arrived (I had asked everyone to vacate the house earlier for several hours while I did prep). This was an event for us NOT the rest of the world. "Okay guys things are getting a little dull so how about we change gears? Let's go take in a show." Todd and a couple of the other guys had curious looks on their faces but his buddies who had helped me arrange one or two things had looks more of anticipation. Of course even they didn't know what was coming. Expecting we were going to head out people started making their way for the door. "Hold on everyone I got something set up in the game room. Lets head on back there and grab a seat." I had cleared most things out of the room earlier leaving as much open floor space as I could and some comfortable chairs and the like. When everybody got in and gravitated to the half circle of seating I had set up I went over to the far wall were I had the other part of the room curtained off. This was a smaller annex were we had set up some old video game terminals the frat had collected over the years. I pulled the curtain aside, stepped in, and began wheeling out a massive prop cake almost 7 ft tall. The guys broke out in cheers" "Killer, Brad got us a stripper. This is going to be awesome." They had no idea. As I pushed the cake into position around 8 ft in front of them I tapped the small remote I had in my pocket causing the lighting to drop a touch and some low techno to come on. "All right guys you ready for some eye candy, you dam well better be ready" "Hell yes" "I don't know guys that was a little weak. Give it another shot!" "HELL YA!" this time it was loud, in unison, and the cue. I popped the switch causing the cake to collapse down almost flat to its wheeled base and up popped out the last things in the world these boys expected. The shock was instantaneous and there was nothing but silents accompanied by eyes the size of moons. A few of the guys even had their mouths open. There in front of everyone was Jennifer Jones our amazingly hot cheer captain. In an outfit I had made sure to hand pick for this outing. She was decked out in Juliet Starling's cheerleader getup form the game lollipop chainsaw. I had made just one small change. As they guys stared not knowing what to do or say they took in for full package. Starting with her white and red sneakers then up to the red legwarmers then following those shapely legs upwards clad in white thigh high stocking with purple tops. By this point there eyes came to rest on the short little pleated miniskirt with red belt. In the game she has on a set of purple panties as well but that wasn't quite right in my opinion so I had her in a purple thong and this was hinted at since you could see it riding up on her hip above were the skirt ended. Next they eyes continued up her tight bare mid drift to a purple Knights tube top just managing to hold in her firm perky C size tits. I even had her do up her hair in pony tails with the pink hair scrunches. She had her hands up with yellow pompoms in them in a cheerleader pose which only served to make her tits even more inviting. I'm glad she also remembered the lollipop. Having that in her mouth was a tease and really sealed the deal. Now you see the shock in the room form my social marginalized friends was from the simple fact that Jennifer wasn't just out of there league she might as well have been on Mount Olympus. Jennifer came form a little bit of money and was the essential stuck up, hot, college bitch. She would never talk or even acknowledge these guys in school or on the street, social standing of course forbid such a thing (with the exception of TA or tutor situations). She had always dated the star player for whatever sport and if my friends here would have tried to get to know her they would have probably been made to regret it. But here she was in cosplay geared to their tastes. I know the guys in the back of their heads were wondering how. Let's just say Jennifer owed me, really owed me and she had a side that only a few of her ex-boyfriends knew about. But that's a story for another time. I let the tension and silence linger for a few short moments then tapped the remote in my packet again and the music picked up and the show began. Jennifer in response to the music gave the boys a wink and teasing smirk then tossed her pompoms aside, put her hands to her waist giving a couple of side to side snaps waving the skirt, then turned around and bent over at the waist sticking her ass straight out at them while flicking up her skirt. God she had a great ass. This blasted the guys out of there stupor and shock. They started hooting and hollering. For them this was a super bowl touchdown moment. She rose back up and turn back around to faced them hands back on hips and gave a couple more of the hip side to side swings then reached up and started playing with the lollipop in her mouth rolling it from side to side and making a show of sucking on it. As she did this I stepped up to the cake and extended my hand to help her step out of the prop. She daintily stepped up and out and walked into the front of the half circle the boys had made while I kicked the now unneeded cake prop back and out of the way. Now you have to understand there was no way in heaven or hell Jennifer was going to ever do this kind of thing for these type of guys. Not in the light of day anyway. More to the point though I didn't know how far she would go or was willing to go. I didn't want to push her and blow the deal. Setting up for this she was reluctant to say the least and nervous. I had given her a little something (something safe) to relax her a bit and loosen her up. But I had also laced the lollipop with a touch of X. I didn't know what she was going to do, not really. I had talked her into doing s little strip tease, losing the skirt, and maybe giving Todd a lap dance. Seems though that the X and such had done quite a bit to really get her relaxed and into the role. She was charging ahead on all cylinders putting on a show I certainly would have paid good money to see (and the guys did cough some cash to help with this). She was there maybe 7 or 8 ft in front of the guys shaking her ass and rubbing her hands all up and down her body. She'd give them a wink or blow a kiss every once in a while and kept playing with the lollipop or twiddling her hair. Then she came to a stop, assumed a spread leg stance, and bent at the waist reaching all the way down to the ground showing off her cheerleader flexibility. Her ass was straight in the air and she gave it a little wiggle. And back up she came, popped the lollipop out of her mouth, made a little O face, then brought he lollipop back up to her lips teasing it with her tongue, as she sucked it in then back and forth a bit. I thought some of the guys were going to pass out. Right about the third time she slid it back in she turned her back to the boys assumed the same spread leg stance as before and once again bent at the waist. Not quite all the way this time instead she positioned herself for the maximum ass visibility. Of course the short skirt had fallen forward all the way. We all had an amazing and clear view of her ass with legs spread and purple lacy thong covering her pussy. She then without changing any part of her stance reached back with the hand not occupied with the lollipop and fingered herself. She did this for just a few moments enough to clearly define the shape of her pussy lips underneath the thin material. She left us wanting but not for long as she moved her hand from between her legs to the back of the thong then she gently and slowly pulled up stretching the thong. We watch without making a sound, no one breathing as the thong stretch, became smaller then revealed her pussy as it slipped in between her pussy lips. If anyone hadn't been hard up to this point they sure as hell were now. Some of the guys probably even came. As she was holding the thong tight she gave her ass a little shake and the room exploded in cheers. Touchdown once again. I was enjoying this as much as everyone else since I had not expected Jennifer to get this involved in her role. She was totally into her little act and was playing the part of a wanton cheerleader nymphomaniac to perfection. Perhaps more so then we knew since I noticed that the little bit of thong you could just see passing across her mostly exposed pussy had darkened a bit and was getting moist. This was promising. As I wondered, Jennifer let go of her thong and straightened up. Without turning she went down and did a full split then arched her back at us giving us a look down her cleavage. Jennifer giggled. At that moment her giggle was just as inviting as those tits. She spun herself around onto all fours and crawled over to Todd swinging her ass and tits as she went. She knew who he was as I had pointed him out earlier. Todd loving what was going on but also a little confused (remember of course this is a unattainable high school goddess) stepped back a little and landed onto a chair we had placed behind him. Before he could react Jennifer was there kneeling in front of him. She reached out and spread his legs, gave him a little wink as she took the lollipop out of her mouth, then bent forward burying her head in his lap. The room went wild. Todd's dick was hard and balls were swelling in his pants as Jennifer nuzzled them though the fabric. She then came up a little and undid his belt then his pants with her mouth, the girl certainly had skills. She reached up and pulled down his boxers and pants as far as she could with him sitting and instantly got slapped in the face by his hard and somewhat larger than average cock as it was freed from it confining prison. Undaunted she gave it a couple of quick little lick with her tongue then took his head into her mouth gently sucking. By God Jennifer was giving him a blowjob. This was all to much for Todd. He had already gotten worked up like the rest of us thanks to Jennifer's tease and was going to blow. He was never going to get this chance again and fuck everything else he wasn't going to let it pass him by. He reached out and grabbed her head by both her pigtails and pulled her forward and down as far as he could as he blew. Jennifer was clearly startled not expecting him to be assertive or to shot a load so soon (she may not have realized how good her tease was) and tried to pull back as she started to gag a bit. Thing is he wasn't having any of that and held her there. People don't think about that fact that a geek can be strong too. Realizing very quickly that she was stuck, she tried not to chock by swallowing and sucking as hard as she could. Todd shot a lot of cum down her throat. When he let go she quickly came up for air, cum running down her chin, he expected everything to go wrong at this point, probably everyone did. But at that moment the world turned upside down. "No fair I wanted to play." The statement was clear and it came from Jennifer. The room was suddenly filled with exuberant cheers. Jennifer stood up and started swaying her ass back and forth. She was facing Todd and reached up with both hands sliding her top off while bending towards him. Each tit popped out one by one and jiggled right in front of his face. Clearly this show was going all the way. Todd reached up and started squeezing Jennifer's tits pinching the nipple occasionally. Top now gone and hands free once again she reached down and played with his dick getting him hard again. When he was ready she let go of his dick and took his hands form her breasts moving them down to her hips. That done she turned her back to him reached back pulling her thong aside beneath her skirt then wiggled backwards onto his dick. She gave a little moan as he pushed inside her and she started to rock back and forth into his lap. He quickly started pushing forward into her to match her rhythm. No one would have believe me if I told them what I saw. There in front of me and some friends was Jennifer Jones our hot stuck up cheer captain riding Todd Masters cock fully decked out in pigtails, stocking, and pleated skirt, tits out bouncing free and she was ENJOYING it. After a couple of minutes of fucking Todd she looked around at the rest of us in the room. "I seem to have lost my lollipop. Would someone be nice enough to give me something else to suck on?" Oh hell yes. There was a mad dash by all of just to get our pants off and cocks out. Mike our resident star trek specialist got there first. He had been wearing loose gym cloth since he came over here form the schools pool and sports complex. He was about average in size but he was already hard (go figure) and he was standing in front of Jennifer. She adjusted her positioning on Todd so as to bend forward as much as possible making Mike's dick accessible. Without any teasing she put her head forward taking Mike's dick into her mouth and went right to work sucking him off. Not being experienced Mike was soon cumming and Jennifer was swallowing his cum. Todd wasn't far behind but instead of having him pull out Jennifer pushed her ass back into him maximizing the moment for both of them. When he was done Jennifer gave a sigh and got up out of his lap. Without a word she pranced into the midst of the rest of us and got down on her knees and smiled. She reached up and took the nearest cock guiding it to her mouth. The rest of us circled around her. As she sucked she took in hand the cock to the right and the left of her and worked them until it was their turn. Jennifer eagerly blew everyone. Swallowing some and letting others cum on her face and tits. When she finished she got up and strolled away towards the frats showers ass swaying seductively as she went. We all stood there silently watching her go in appreciation and awe. "Okay guys time to get dressed and clean up." Everyone complied without a word still a little dazed. Once we had the room back together I herded the boys back to the main parlor. "Well I think our little get together has come to its end. Gentlemen collect your cell phones on your way out and it may be best we keep our, let call it a special treat, to ourselves. Now if you boys don't mind I could use a little time alone with Jennifer to make sure we're all square." Everyone agreed without a word of protest. Though the likelihood of this or something like this ever happening again were amazingly slim there was still a impossible chance and why risk ruining a possible future one in a million shot. After seeing everyone out I made sure to lock the door and headed for the showers to check in on Jennifer. I wanted to make sure she was okay and I was praying she was still horny. Juliet Takes Stage I am kneeling between Ken's thighs. Though he is still clothed, I am naked. It seems appropriate; he has made me feel naked since the day I walked into his Beginning Acting class five years and a lifetime ago. "Allison," he murmurs, his fingers running through my hair. "Yes, Ken," I say, unable to disguise the tremor that his voice, his caress raise in me. My eyes remain locked on the raised front of the button-fly jeans just inches before me. "Tell me what you want, Allison." His strong, warm voice is low, and I tremble all the more, knowing what he wants me to say. "I want to heal you, Ken," I whisper, my voice high, thin, and warbling. I can hear the smile, even as the lump in his jeans seems to grow, to rise. "Oh, sweetheart," he says, "you do that every day that I'm blessed enough to see you." My heart fills my throat, leaves me breathless. "But that's not what you want right now, is it, Allison." Not a question, not really: he knows me, knows me better than I do myself in so many ways, and I am raw clay before him, the girl he made and remakes, just by looking at me. By desiring me. By speaking to me in that low, throaty voice so full of love, desire, and control. "N-no, Ken." No. Not right now. Healing him, yes, I want that, but now? This long, long, lonely, lonely first year in college, I've been halfway across the country and we've barely seen each other, and all I've had to keep me warm has been his emails and his letters — letters full of stories of his adventures with other women, from Dana, his teacher, to Cindy, who broke his heart, to Rachel, the Big Easy, to Veronica, his first Juliet, to all of the rest — and they've left me wanting, left me needing so many things. Wanting them right now. I stare up into his eyes. "Tell me what you want, sweetheart." His fingers trace a silver-soft line down from my ear to my collarbone, and from there to the nipple that aches at the tip of my breast. With middle and forefinger, he gives my nipple the gentlest of pinches, sending a spark all of the way to my toes, back up to the crown of my head, and then down into my crotch, which flowers open, so that I can feel the cool air of the room flowing over then. "Whatever you want, you can have. If you ask." There is power in words, he always says, and I love the power that his words have over me, that my words give me over him. "I..." Exquisitely conscious of his fingers, his voice, I barely notice my own hands sliding up to the insides of his thighs. They are warm and substantial, even through the jeans, and they ground me, even as they lead me upward toward the object of my quest. "I want... to eat you. Ken. Please." It has been months since I have had his cock — thick, heavy, and just long enough — inside of me. In my mouth. In my hand. In my cunt. In... "You want to suck my cock, Allison?" "Yes. Ken. Please." "And?" "And..." Why am I embarrassed? Why do I feel once more like the virgin I was before Ken first took me into his bed? He knows what I want, and I know he knows how he makes me feel. How many times has he told me, There is no shame in love, Allison? "I... want to fuck you, Ken." Here, in the classroom, where he brought me tonight, knowing that this is one of my oldest, most fixed fantasies. Here, where we've never fucked. As we've never fucked... He waits, the other hand sliding up my arm and finding my other breast, which had been feeling deprived, but now, oh... "I want... I want you..." I want you. I want you so bad. I want you so bad, it's driving me mad.... "I want to fuck you, for you to fuck me." I can hear the smile grow, and feel his caresses intensify. But that's not all I want. Name it, I hear him saying in acting class. If you don't know where to go next, name what's happening — what's really happening. Name what you want. "I want you to f-fuck me, Ken. Please. And... And fuck my ass. I want you to fuck my ass, Ken." My voice finds its strength as this confession of the desire. His breath catches. "Really?" "Please." The desire, the need has been building in me over the last month, since he sent me the story of his affair with Rachel, the actress he met in New Orleans, of how, when they were both nearly totally spent, he slid into her ass and fucked her there, the one place he has never fucked me, and that it never occurred to want him to fuck me, and the air flows between my open cunt lips. "I want... I want to give you everything. Everything." He slides down off of his desk chair and onto the floor with me, and his hands slide over my ribs, down my sides, over the ass I've never really thought of except as a place to sit — until I read about what he had done with Rachel. His mahogany eyes fill my world, and once more I cannot breathe. "You gave me everything, Allison. Even before you gave me your virginity." He leans forward, his body pressing against my naked one, and whispers huskily into my ear. "I told you — " "I gave you back your life." "Yes." His hands, like his cock, are large, and wide, and each slides over one of my ass cheeks, one up, one down, so that one thumb finds its way to circle the opening between them, and the long fingers of the other hand trace the moist, trembling lips of my cunt from the back. "Fuck, Allison...." It fills me with pride and desire to hear that I've had that effect on him. "Please, Ken. I want you to come in my mouth, in my cunt, in my ass. I want..." His fingers find my clit, and he pinches it just as he pinched my nipples, leaving me gasping for air. "And what are you going to get out of this, sweetheart?" "Hnh?" I'm struggling to focus on his words when the pressure of his fingers around my lips, around my clit, against my anus are forcing out all other awareness. "I want all of those things. Fuck, Allison, I want to fuck your mouth and your cunt, and hell, yes, I want to fuck your sweet ass." His thumb presses against my asshole, and I gasp as he pushes it just far enough to force the muscles to open. "But — " "But?" I whimper. "What are you getting out of this, besides giving this old man a heart attack?" "Not... old," I groan, as I always do when he gets stupid like that. "Old enough," he moans back. Most girls get a crush on a teacher at some point. Most boys too, I suppose. Only a few ever actually get to turn the fantasies to reality. I did. With Ken. He did, with his teacher, Dana. Dana did, with her teacher, John. I know this because of the inscriptions in the book of John Keats's poetry that's sitting on the floor beside my knees. John inscribed the book to his student Dana on her eighteenth birthday. Dana inscribed it to Ken on his. And last spring, Ken gave the book to me for my eighteenth birthday, and changed my life. "I..." I grunt, pushing myself back, onto his thumb. The feeling of his finger, of his flesh pressing in, pushing into someplace where nothing, no one has ever gone fills me with heat; my nipples buzz with need and my cunt lips flutter against his searching fingers. "I get... you." I look up into his dark eyes, whose lids are drooping with lust. "I get to know that I am blowing your fucking mind, you old fucker. I want to feel you come all of the way up my ass and know that I've taken you somewhere no one else has." He kisses me, and a tremor of passion passes between us. "Jesus," he murmurs against my lips, pulling me against him, pushing his thumb deeper into me. "God, Allison. What's gotten into you?" "You!" I pant. ~*~ I took Ken's Acting classes through all four years of high school — and his Poetry and Advanced Comp classes Junior and Senior years. My friends used to tease me about being his biggest fan, which I guess was true; I loved his classes, and even I would have admitted that I had a huge crush on him. Hell, I wasn't the only one: a bunch of my girlfriends did too — and at least a couple of the boys, for that matter. He's a good-looking man, definitely, and that rumbling voice and those eyes... Well, they did things to me that I honestly didn't even have words for at the time. But it was more the passion with which he taught, and the passion for the subject that he inspired in me and in the other students that put me under his spell. I'd taken acting classes before I got to high school, but they'd never felt like a personal journey of discovery before. He would ask all of the classic acting-teacher questions: What do you want? What's in your way? What are you going to do to get what you want? But where those questions had always seemed academic before, suddenly, under his piercing gaze, they felt inspiring and deeply, deeply personal. He was asking about the character, about her motivation, but he always said, What do YOU want? He always said, Every character is just some aspect of you, some part of you that you don't usually show the world. So don't ever think of the character in the third person: you are the character, and the character is you. The first time I ever thought of Ken sexually was actually in the middle of an acting class. We were working on Shakespeare monologues, and I had just done Juliet's "Gallop apace ye fiery-footed steeds" speech, which I still dearly love. I had worked hard on the iambic pentameter the way that he had been teaching us, and I had made sure that I understood — really understood — all of the words, and I had sung the speech like an aria, which had felt really good at the time. The rest of the class had applauded energetically — even Erica Travers, who hated everything I ever did, who hated me for no reason that I could ever see. But when the applause died down, Ken just sat there against his desk at the foot of the stage, face stony. "Very pretty," he grunted. "The scansion was great, and you're on-voice, which is a nice improvement." Now he scowled, dark eyes flashing. "But. What. The. Hell. Do. You. WANT." I was caught off-guard by his question, by his tone. I could see my shock reflected in the faces of my classmates. "I... Juliet is waiting — " "Not Juliet, Allison. YOU. And I know what you're doing: you're standing on a stage, dancing back and forth, looking like you have to pee." The class tittered. Erica looked like she'd just been given a Christmas present in April. Now Ken stood, walking to the foot of the stage, and I had to fight the urge to step back, to hide — even though I was humiliated, I knew my need to do what Ken was asking, to learn what he was teaching meant far more to me than my own puny ego. Still, I couldn't let go. I couldn't see what he wanted me to do. "I'm..." I huffed. "It's... It's just a monologue, Ken — there's no one else on stage, I mean, who could I want anything from?" "Just a monologue?" he asked, voice low and intense in a way that I found sparked all sorts of interesting responses in my body. "Listen to me, Allison — it's not just a monologue, not just one of the greatest soliloquys ever written." He turned to the class, who were scattered through the seats of the little theater that served as the acting classroom. "What's the difference between a monologue and a soliloquy, anyone?" The other students, who were all sitting wide-eyed, shrugged or shook their heads. He turned back to me, his gaze piercing me. "A... a soliloquy," I rasped, trembling, "is a monologue where the character is alone on stage." "Thank you, Allison. But just because the character is alone doesn't mean she doesn't want something from someone." I want YOU, I thought, for the very first time, and was scared speechless by the intensity of the feeling. Sensing my agitation, Ken turned out to the class again. "Who could she be talking to?" "To herself?" said Erica, looking pleased to be able to show me up. "To the audience?" said Jordan, my friend, who looked as if she wanted to throw her arms around me and pull me off of the stage. "Both good," Ken granted. "And in Shakespeare's plays, characters talk directly to the audience all of the time. And in that case, it's just like talking to a character on stage: you've got something you want from them, something you want them to do." He looked back up at me, and I found myself trembling again. "But in this case, we know who she's talking to — she tells us in the first line." "The sun," I croaked. "Exactly," Ken said with a grin and a nod, and I felt as if a fist had just released its grip on my heart. "Phoebus was another name for Apollo, the sun god, whose fiery-footed steeds pulled the chariot of the sun across the sky. So, Juliet, what do you want?" "The sun to set." "Really? Is that what you want?" "Romeo," I gasped. "She wants... I want him to... come." I hadn't meant it as a sexual innuendo, but it was a classroom full of sophomores — they heard sexual innuendo everywhere. A fierce round of giggling rippled across the little auditorium, and I blushed. But even as my skin caught fire, the image appeared in my mind's eye, clearer than any DVD: that was exactly what Juliet wanted, for Romeo to come, to climb her balcony and climb into her bed, and undress her, and... Ken cleared his throat. "You guys think Allison's joking — but she's not. Juliet's a young woman — younger, even, than you guys — but it's her wedding night, and she's very clear about what she wants to happen. Learn me how to lose a winning match, Play'd for a pair of stainless maidenhoods. You guys didn't invent sex, believe me. Give me my Romeo, and when he shall die..." Here he grinned out at the class; then he smiled up at me, and gave me a wink. "Anyone know what she means by die here?" Silence. Ken smiled at me, but his gaze was dark and full of low, banked fire. "Elizabethans used the phrase the Little Death to mean... orgasm. Come, Romeo, come, thou day in night!" Again the class tittered. My blood was racing. Ken's eyes locked on mine. "Oh, I have bought the mansion of a love, but not possessed it, and though I am sold, not yet enjoyed. Allison. Juliet. What do you want?" "Romeo." More titters. Ken cut them off. "And what's in your way?" "The sun won't get out of the fucking sky." Laughter, this time — no doubt to hear little goody me use that word — but Ken and I let them laugh. He nodded up at me. "And what are you going to do to get what you want?" "I'm going to beg the sun to set, to hurry, and night to come — Thou sober-suited matron — and bring me my Romeo." "Exactly," said Ken, eyes aflame now. "Do it again." I did the monologue again, and I know the scansion was probably not as good, and my voice was all over the place, but I begged, I pleaded with the sun to hurry the fuck up, to bring me my Romeo, my husband, my lover, so that he could climb in my window, and pull off my clothes, and fuck me. And Romeo — who had been a faceless, featureless figure to me before — suddenly had a very specific face: it was Ken who I saw leaning over me, Ken's long, thick fingers tearing away the mall-bought clothing from my fevered, quivering body, Ken who kissed me and — gently, patiently, insistently — initiated me into a mystery I was only beginning to understand that I wanted to solve. When I finished, I felt spent, drained; my panties were damp and my bra felt incredibly tight, but I was barely aware of them. The class applauded again, even more loudly this time. But all I heard was Ken's hands clapping, Ken's voice, as he sat there on his desk: "Wow. Allison. Wow." ~*~ I am bent over that desk, staring up at the small stage where my sexual initiation began — though neither of us knew it at the time — and then back at him: my teacher, my lover. Ken is behind me, kissing, licking, nibbling his way slowly up the backs of my thighs, and I feel my fingers grasp the front of the desk. Determined not to give in too easily, not to dissolve immediately into a sexual, submissive puddle, I ask him, willing my voice to something like an even tone, "When you taught me all about... Juliet — about how horny she was, about how she wanted Romeo — " His tongue draws a long line up my left hamstring to my round ass, and in spite of my resolve, I am struck speechless for a moment. " — Where you... Where you thinking of Veronica, of watching her play Juliet, of wanting to —?" His tongue circles my asshole, and I gulp. "Yeah," he murmurs, into the incredibly sensitive spot between my cheeks. "I was thinking about how sweet and sexy she was as Juliet, of the incredible amount of subtext she managed to get into and when he dies..." His lips press against my bum, and I groan. "But the minute you started the monologue, she went right out of my head. Seeing you, kneeling there... As a teacher, it's hard not to pick up on the students' feelings: anger, sadness, happiness. But you, I could sense your excitement, your desire. Could see your nipples pressing through that damned Beatles t-shirt. First time — " He presses his tongue against my rectum, and thrusts in, making me cry out, those same nipples doing their best to drill through the wood beneath my chest. He withdraws his tongue, and my whole body quivers, a small orgasm — a Little Death — flowing through me. "Had to shove my hands in my pockets because watching you got me hard, right there." He begins to kiss his way up my spine. "That was the first time I ever thought of you sexually, Allison." "Me too," I pant. "Me too, you. You were who I was thinking of. I... wish... Wanted you just to jump up there, take me in front of everyone, fuck me right up there, everyone watching, Erica fucking Travers seeing how you made me feel..." He groans into my back, and I feel his cock, hard, between my knees, sliding up between my thighs as he stands. "You were my student. You were a fucking sophomore. You were barely sixteen." "Didn't mean I didn't want you. Wanted you so bad, Ken." "Allison." I can hear him, feel him breathing hard behind me as his hands tremble, fumbling to open the lube. The length of his cock is pressing up now against my cunt lips. But that's not where he's going this time. His left hand is fever-hot as it presses down on my left cheek, opening my bottom to him again. The lube gel, however, is cool as he squeezes it from the tube against my asshole, and I shiver. With the index finger of his right hand, he begins to work the slippery gel into me. Terror is beginning to grip me, and I know that I have to think of something other than that slow, insistent invasion. "D-did you and Dana fuck this way?" Ken's teacher — his first lover. He grunts, and adds a second finger, evoking a low groan from me. But I won't stop: I continue through gritted teeth, "Did she, Ken? Did she take you up her ass?" He pushes his fingers all of the way into me, pressing all of the air out, leaving me breathless. At his mercy. "Yes," he whispers. And I hear the splash of lube again — one-handed, into his palm, this time. "Yeah. She wanted to teach me... everything." I can hear the slurp as he applies the gel to his hard cock. Oh, God. He is. He is going to fuck my ass. "Know you did with Rachel." "Did that bit turn you on?" He withdraws his fingers, and I can feel the cool air tickle the open ring of muscle. Turned on. Holy fuck. "And... Veronica? Did you... stick your cock up into her little, tiny ass?" "Huh. No, actually. And her ass wasn't so tiny. It wasn't anywhere near as beautiful as yours." He kisses the ass in question, and then stands. My ass, my whole body flushes with the compliment. I can feel him closing behind me, can feel the fronts of his muscular thighs pressing against the backs of mine. Can feel the thick head of his cock, slick and hot, pressing against my asshole. The head stretching me open. Beginning to push in. Out of habit, I don't ask about Meredith. We never talk about his wife. We've never fucked in the bed they shared. Every other room in his house. In the theater, fulfilling the fantasy that was born that day when Ken and Juliet taught me what desire felt like. But never in their bed.