6 comments/ 15436 views/ 0 favorites Mayson & Syrie Chronicles Ch. 01 By: moonlitclover I would just like to say, on the record, that most men are pussies. Oh sure, they talk real big and fuck real hard (when they want to anyway) but all it takes to reduce one to putty is the slip of a nipple or, if you're feeling a little meaner, one quick comment about his inability to make you cum more than once. Low blow? Bull shit. What's the point in having the ability to be multi-orgasmic if you're wasting time with a loser who can barely get you to number one? Pass me some double a's packed inside a swirly gizmo and let me show you what a little energizer bunny can do. That puts them in their place right good. Me? I'm just a girl from a small ass town no one gives a fuck about. Fresh out of college, wondering what I'm gonna do with my life now that I can't fuck my way into an A. I suppose there's a corporate ladder waiting to test my gag reflex but I'm feeling like it might be time to take my show on the road. I had a friend once who used to make a little money letting old men finger her in Sydney. Maybe the land down under would like my ass... "Bitch, stop daydreaming on my fucking couch. If you cream it, you're cleaning it, goddamn it." Meet my best friend Syrie – short for Syracuse. Rumor has it she was conceived there. Her parents are fucking morons, but then again, whose aren't? The dumb ass rednecks fucked in a bathroom stall in a gas station on their way to visit some family member and low and behold, a star was born. We've been friends since kindergarten but Syrie's mama ran off with some car salesman when we were 12 and then in 8th grade, her daddy got a job in Austin and we lost touch. Imagine my surprise when senior year I found her smoking in the bathroom next to my first hour class. Apparently her daddy got fired and they moved back home to live with her grandma. I'm not sure what her daddy thought he was doing, putting the two of us in the same town when we were both 18. Maybe he still thought we were the 5 year olds who opened up a lemonade stand by his trailer. Whatever his thinking, Syrie and I caused more trouble, did less homework and got better grades all thanks to her teaching me most of what I know about seducing boys. We're a little like Thelma and Louise, without the whole driving off a cliff bullshit. Well, that and we're hotter, though back in the day ol' Suzie did have a nice pair of tits. "Crackwhore, there ain't nothing I can put on this couch that will outdo you blowing Jimmy Stills here on it in after homecoming. I bet that stain from when you tried to swallow but puked instead is still on here... if I could get beneath the one night stand juice," I respond, grabbing her ass as she walks by to sit down next to me. On second thought, the Aussies might really like her ass. Mine is tight but sort of flat, the typical ass you find on girls who only weigh 95 pounds but Syrie weighs about 15 pounds more than me and it's all sitting in nice round globes on either side of her crack. "Wow, cuntbag, you're really reaching today. Sure, I threw up on Jimmy's cock but at least I didn't get crabs last year from the guy who makes my latte, Mayson." Yeah, my name's Mayson. I told you everyone's parents are fucked up -Especially in small towns in Texas. I mean, where the fuck else would people think it was cute to name your kid after a jar and worse, misspell it while you were at it? Syrie and I got the fuck out as soon as we graduated high school – the couch came with us because Syrie claimed that it was bad luck to leave so much of herself back in Texas and of course by "herself" she means cum. The girl has a thing for being bent over the ugly ass couch – it's not my fault. "If I hadn't gotten the crabs, I wouldn't have been able to fuck that doctor to get you your oxy's, my little fuck muffin, so please at least pretend to be grateful. What are we doing today, anyway? You said you had some fun planned. It doesn't involve stuffing ginger up my ass again, does it? That hurt like a motherfucker, even if I did cum harder than I have in my whole life." "Like a motherfucker... Well, I guess you would know. How is your step daddy these days? Still eating out strippers on their nights off, down at Moe's?" "You know he only turned to strippers once he couldn't fuck you up the ass. Can you blame the man, though? Jesus, your ass is hot. Stop changing the subject though. What or should I say who, are we doing today? I'm bored." Syrie and I like to play games. It started with seducing nerds senior year. There's nothing quite like the O face on a guy with glasses, braces and no shot in hell of touching a cheerleader when you blow him in a corner of the library. From there we moved on to college freshman in the dorms at UT Austin. We'd waltz into parties wearing skirts with no panties and flash when their girlfriends weren't looking. If they were cute enough, we'd wait out by the car for them to ditch their dates and let them watch us make out. Sometimes we'd leave em hanging to whack off and sometimes we'd let them join in to cop a feel. It really just depended on our mood. We reserved actual fucking for teachers and coaches. You would be amazed how much fun detention can be and how good for one's gpa. You didn't think I got into college based on my scholastic aptitude, did you? My biggest conquest in our tiny little high school wasn't the football team, although either of us certainly could have had them. Syrie set my sights way higher, on the principle, Mr. Roman. He was old, about 55, with a beer belly that hung over the khaki pants he wore every single day. He went to church every Sunday and sat next to his wife, Laudette, a fat pig of a woman who wore way too much makeup and still blow dried her crackly brown hair within an inch of its life. Word around town was that she was cheating on him, but we couldn't think of who it could possibly be with. We figured with all that going on at home, the man deserved some 18 year old pussy but the problem was figuring out how to get him to say yes. I certainly couldn't just walk into his office, strip and fuck him then and there. He had far too many pictures of Jesus up on the wall. Hey, just 'cause I don't believe in the man don't mean I want to piss him off. We decided the only thing I could do was start slow. It was school policy that if you got detention 3 times in one week, you got hauled into Mr. Roman's office to have a good stern talking to. It was simple enough racking up detentions. I just told Mrs. Marshall to get fucked when she asked where my English assignment was and then walked out of Ms. Wainwright's lame ass Spanish class. With only one more to go, I thought about slapping little Mr. Jackson but I was trying to save bigger things for last so I simply threw wadded up paper balls at his head. "Mayson Preston, I'm disappointed in you. You know your mama works too damn hard for you to be throwing your education away," Mr. Roman lectured, working hard to keep his eyes on my face. I had worn a real tight wife beater tank top, without a bra and a short jean skirt. I did have panties on, but only because I was sure Mr. Roman was the type to get a little stiff over a glimpse of white cotton. I pretended to fidget uncomfortably, crossing and uncrossing my legs. I saw his eyes slip and his jaw tighten as his gaze jerked back up. I decided to roll my head from side to side, as if I had a tension headache building, closing my eyes and exposing the length of my neck while pressing my cleavage out. The poor man coughed and adjusted himself in his chair. "I'm serious, Mayson. Grades aren't the only thing that count in this school, young lady. All I have to do is say the word and you can spend the rest of the year doing extra assignments and cleaning up hallways. Clean your act up, missy, or I'll be talking to your mama." Again, I faked a look of discomfort. I knew he meant it, but I wasn't afraid of my mama. She was too busy with a couple boyfriends who didn't know about each other to care what I was up to. With my best innocent puppy dog look, I begged Mr. Roman not to rat me out to my mom. I told him that I was just having a hard time paying attention because the classes just weren't hard enough. I asked him if maybe sometimes I could come to his office and he could give me something hard to do. I have to give him credit, he didn't look like he was buying it but he finally said he would think about it after I flashed him a look at my panties again. Over the next couple of weeks, I was in his office two or three times, prancing around in tight shirts and short skirts. The poor man had to be going out of his mind, but instead of touching me he just brought in more pictures of his wife. I knew that I was going to have to make the first move, but I was nervous because if he didn't go for it, I'd get expelled for sure and more than anything, I wanted to go to college to get out of that shit town. "Mr. Roman, do you think I'm pretty?" I asked one day. After two weeks with no action, I had decided to switch it up. I was wearing the most conservative clothing I owned, which was just a t-shirt and baggy jeans, but I was certainly more covered than I had been in years. Hell, I was even wearing a bra, albeit one that pushed together my perky B cups in one hell of a sexy way, if I could ever get the opportunity to take the damn shirt off. Mr. Roman just blinked, unsure what to make of the question. "No, really, I'm serious. I want to know if... well, if you think I'm pretty. I mean, I'm a senior and I've still never had a boyfriend. Do you think it's cause I'm too skinny?" "Lots of young women your age are thin, Mayson, and I do not believe that makes them unattractive," Mr. Roman answered, hell bent on keeping the conversation above board and level. "Really? Because one of the boys in class said that he wouldn't touch me if I were the last girl on earth and all of his friends laughed. He called me... well, I can't say what he called me, 'cause you wouldn't approve of the language, but it wasn't nice," I sniffed a bit and managed to squeeze out one lone tear. Moving over to him, I stood right next to his chair, my breasts just inches from his nose. I placed my hand on top of his, resting on the arms of his desk chair. "Mr. Roman, why wouldn't someone want to touch me?" I asked, rubbing my hand over his hand and leaning my tits into his chest. "Mayson, I hardly think this is an appropriate situation. Please take your hand off of mine and go back to your own chair." Damn but the man had will power. It was clear to me that playing the innocent wasn't gonna get me where I wanted. Before he could react, I picked up his hand and moved it to my rib cage, just below my breast and then slid it upwards. His face looked shocked but then he cupped it and squeezed slightly, almost involuntarily and then it was just like he snapped. "You are a little slut, aren't you, Mayson?" He asked with a gleam in his eye, "Prancing around here, trying to turn me on. I ought to fuck you hard on this desk and then expel your ass." Grabbing me hard, with one hand on each shoulder he pulled me down into his lap. I sensed that part of his bag was being rough and tough and intimidating, so I pretended to be scared. "Mr. Roman, what are you doing?" I squealed, while at the same time, squirming my ass across his crotch. "You think you can come in here and cock tease me and get away with it? You don't think this new, more fully clothed look fools me do you? You and your little friend Syrie probably think I'm some harmless old man who you can make hard and then laugh about at home." "N-no Mr. Roman, I don't even know what you're talking about. I mean, yeah, I am wearing different clothes today but that's just cause nothing was clean and I had to borrow something from my mama. You think I dress slutty the rest of the time? I thought I looked cute," I pouted. "Cute is a five year old dressed up for church. You strut around here looking like a crack whore needing some cock, thinking it's cool to make me want to touch you. Well, I'm gonna touch you all right," he growled and then ripped my tshirt right off. He caught sight of my lacy white bra, pushing my titties up and sneered as if it was proof of his theory. He just sat there and stared at the outlines of my nipples and for a moment I thought he was gonna lose his nerve. I pretended to try to stand up, but really just pushed into his cock. The contact pulled him back into the moment and he leaned forward and took my nipple into his mouth, bra and all. "Oh, Mr. Roman," I sighed, "Your mouth is so warm." It was hard not to laugh, trying to talk him up, but I needed to keep fueling the fire. "You like that, you little slut? Of course you do but you have no idea what you're in for," he said just before biting my nipple. I let out a very real scream and he moved a large hand to cover my mouth. His other hand was pawing my other tit, ripping the lace of my bra until my breast was completely exposed, though still held in a perky cleavage inducing position. He pinched my nipple and then moved his mouth to it. I was so afraid that he was gonna bite it that I trembled for real. He took this to mean that he had me in submission and suddenly slowed down a bit. "You want me to make you feel good, baby?" he asked, sliding his fingers over my stomach. I smiled, realizing that I had won. I could do whatever I wanted now. "No, I'm gonna make you feel good, but first I want you to spank me. You know I've been a bad girl." Standing up, I began unzipping my jeans. I slowly pushed them down over my hips so that he could just see the top of my thong. "See anything you like?" I giggled, shaking my ass near him. "Sweet Christ on crutches," he swore under his breath. His dick was so hard I thought it was gonna pop right through those damn khaki pants. I threw my jeans across the room and removed the remains of my bra before turning around to face him. I thought his eyeballs were gonna pop right out of his head when he saw that little triangle of white lace covering my pussy. I had shaved everything around it and I could tell he was wondering if there was any hair beneath it but before he could pull them down to find out, I laid myself over his desk with my ass facing him. "Come on, Mr. Roman, punish me. Slap my ass. You know you want to." He picked his hands up off of the arms of his chair but instead of slapping my ass, he caressed my cheeks. Kneading and rubbing, he copped a feel like he had never laid hands on an 18 year old ass before. Hell, he probably hadn't and I knew damn well his wife's ass wasn't all tight and perfect like mine. He continued to rub and ran a finger down my crack, moving the lace of my thong out of the way. Just when I thought he was either gonna lick my taint or finger me, he hauled off and slapped my ass so hard, I nearly slid off the other side of his desk. Repositioning myself and holding on tighter, I looked over my shoulder and told him to do it again. My ass was so red after just a few slaps and I was starting to not be entertained by the spankings, so I grabbed his hand and guided it toward my pussy. I led his fingers right to that tiny patch of cloth, and felt him push it aside exposing my fully shaved pussy. He began to rub the wetness that was starting to form. "You're all wet from me smacking your ass? Jesus, Mayson, I thought I was gonna fuck you but you're gonna teach me a thing or two, aren't you?" "You know it," I said, turning over so that I was laid out, spread eagle on his desk, "Eat my pussy. Go on, lick it, daddy." Mr. Roman leaned forward, pushed my ass into the air and took off my thong. He threw it across the room near my jeans and shoved a finger inside my pussy. Rubbing my juices around with his fingers, he then lifted his hand to my mouth. I have to say that sucking my cream off his fingers was actually pretty hot. I hadn't really expected to get so turned on by him. I just wanted to say that I'd fucked him, but damn, the sexual frustration he had going on at home really turned the man into one kinky desk fucker. He leaned forward and licked my pussy and I arched on the desk, it felt so damn good. Pushing my hips down he kept licking my clit, enjoying the moans which I didn't even have to fake. He slipped two fingers inside me and rammed them in and out roughly, but I didn't mind. I was so close to coming from all of the attention to my clit. "Oh, oh God, Fuck Mr. Roman, I'm gonna cum. Oh shit. Oh God Ohhhhh." "That's right, Mayson, cum for me. I assure you later, I'm gonna cum all over you. Come on, baby, cum harder," he said rolling my clit in a way that I was sure was supposed to hurt but just made me cum twice in a row. "Holy fuck, Mr. Roman," I said when I had recovered my breath, "That felt so fucking good." "Damn right, now get on your fucking knees and blow me, you little slut. I want to feel my cock ramming down your throat." I was a little unsteady as I stood up from the desk, I had cum that hard, but I was eager to show this prick that I could one up him. He thought that he was in charge just 'cause I came on his desk? I would have him begging me to let him fuck me before he even knew it. I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out of his whitey tighties. I absolutely hate whitey tighties but I had to let this perv know who the boss was. "You want me to play with your cock, Mr. Roman?" I asked, running my fingertips over his swollen head. "You want me to tongue your balls and deep throat your big cock? I can but you're gonna have to ask nicely." "Suck my cock, you fucking whore," he growled, moving my hand to stroke his cock. "Now now, Mr. Roman, I said nicely," I smiled, sliding my fingers up and down, feeling his cock jump at my touch. I wondered when the last time he got a hand job was. "Fuck you. Suck my cock. Suck my cock now." I stopped my fingers and moved my face near his cock, "Say please." "Please you little slut, just su-" his words were cut off as I licked the head of his cock and then slowly slid him into my mouth. Thanks to the nerds in the library my blow job skills were tip top. I had Mr. Roman's cock, balls deep in my mouth and throat, with him grunting like an animal within 5 seconds. His hands moved to my head and he directed me up and down for a bit, until I motioned for him to let me do my own thing. I sucked that fucker within an inch of his life but just when I felt he was about to cum, I would sit up and wait about thirty seconds. The first time he looked like he was gonna smack me right across the face but when I began sucking again he surrendered and just hoped I had a plan. I teased his cock another couple of times before I stood up, laid back across his desk and instructed him to walk around to the side where my head was. I leaned my head off the edge of the desk and told him to fuck my mouth. I have never seen a man look so excited. He pumped his cock into my mouth so hard and fast, I thought I was going to suffocate but I managed to take him. It was only a few seconds before he began grunting and moaning again. "Oh, oh oh shit fucking shit you dirty whore, you like sucking my cock, don't you?" he said in between gasps for air, "Oh shit fuck god damn I'm gonna cum." He swore as his hot jizz spilled down my throat. I swallowed his load and then sat up, the blood rushing to my head from being bent over backwards on the desk. I knew that if I wanted him to beg to fuck me, I was gonna have to pretend like I intended to stop there. I stood up and started moving towards my clothes. "Mr. Roman, you ripped my clothes. How on earth am I supposed to leave your office?" Mr. Roman looked dumbfounded. "Leave? Baby, you ain't leaving yet. I ain't even half done with you." "But I have to, Mr. Roman. My mama is expecting me home by four, just like always." I lied, trying to look innocent, which really isn't that easy with a man's jizz still on your lips. Mayson & Syrie Chronicles Ch. 01 "Damn it, Mayson, if you leave this office without fucking me, I swear to god I will expel you," he growled. "Mr. Roman, if you expel me, I will tell your wife about this. I will tell my mom and the school board and whoever else will listen. Hell, I blew a reporter once who I'm sure would love this story." A look of sheer panic crossed his face. He knew that I had him but he still wanted to fuck me so bad it was killing him. "Baby, I'm sorry I threatened you. You're just so damn hot, with your titties out begging me to play with 'em again. You know you want me to fuck you. I can be gentle or I can be rough - Whatever you want. Just let me fuck you." "Mr. Roman, I can't. My mama..." "Fuck your mama. Well, I guess I have already, but that's beside the point. I'll write you a note or whatever, but I have to fuck you, Mayson. I want to feel your tight little pussy squeezing my cock." I stopped for a minute, "You've fucked my mom!? Holy shit? When? Seriously? Oh my fucking god. I can't believe it." "How do you think I knew you'd be such a whore. Like mother like daughter, Mayson. Now get over here and ride my cock!" So much for him begging me. I was so blown away by the announcement and yet so turned on by the fact that apparently Mr. Roman wasn't quite the pussy we'd always thought that I decided to give in. If there's one thing I know about my mama it's that she doesn't suffer fools in her bed. If he fucked her and lived to tell about it then I was in for one hell of a time. "Bitch, I told you not to cream my fucking couch," Syrie's voice sounded pleased as she interrupted my memories, "If you make yourself cum now, you're not gonna be up for what I have planned, and trust me baby, what I have planned is some damn good shit..." To be continued Mayson & Syrie Chronicles Ch. 02 Author's note: I finally got around to writing a second chapter and to my surprise it's pretty darn long. I hope you like it. Please leave me feedback and vote for my story if you like it. If you hate it, please leave me feedback and tell me what sucked, but you don't need to vote. :P Thanks! - Moonlit Clover ***** "So stop blabbing about how great your plans are and just tell me already," my best friend, Mayson, said with a look of impatience. The girl has the attention span of a stripper on meth. She's lucky she has such a tight little body, cause she sure ain't luring 'em in with her brains. Truth be told, she's about as blonde as they come and the curtains would match the carpet, if she had one, that is. She's all platinumed up, with perky little titties (which I've felt up my fair share of times, I might add) and a whole lotta horny piled into just 95 pounds of exhibitionist with good follow through. If it weren't for me though, she might never have stepped up her game. In fact, she'd probably still be flashing panties at nerds instead of pussy at firemen and fucking teachers instead of hot guys with a shit ton of money. When it comes down to it, she's kind of the Chrissy to my Janet, except I look a little more like Jacyln Smith in her day than Joyce DeWitt. Sorry, my dad had a real hard on for 70s tv women. I'm sure I've seen every episode of Charlie's Angels, The Bionic Woman and Wonder Woman, in addition to Three's Company even though I wasn't even born 'til those shows were in reruns. Hell, he probably still rubs one out to Linda Carter's star spangled hot pants every now and then. I was raised by a pretty laid back set of parents. Growing up, talking about sex was just something we always did. Sometimes I kind of wonder what it would have been like, growing up in one of those southern baptist nightmares where you have to sneak around to get laid. In the early days before their divorce, my parents barely even remembered to close their door. My dad even drove me down to get on birth control and still calls me up just to ask if I'm getting any. He's been in a bit of slump for the past 10 years or so, since my mom left. Sometimes I think he just needs to perv out a bit, thinking about me getting fucked up the ass... I might weigh a little more than Mayson, but I have the ghetto booty and tits to show for it. "Have a little patience. You know how I love to tease you," I laughed, reaching over and pinching her nipple, which has already perked up at the promise of a good time. Mayson has perfect nipples, not too small but not so big they overtake her b cups. I'd have to say they're the second best set I've ever licked... The first being my own of course, "Remember I told you last week about that guy I met in my Philosophy class who's having a big Fourth of July party?" Mayson's face dropped for a second, "Cocksucker, your plan isn't 'til July? I'm horny now!" "Oh ye of little faith. Of course I have plans for today. My pussy needs to be licked by someone other than you for a change." She immediately cheered back up. Mayson and I aren't really fucking. Hell, we aren't even really bi, we just play with each other a bit to mess with the boys. We have gone down on each other, but only in the presence of one or more gentlemen callers. I particularly like the hardon guys get watching girl on girl - so much more satisfying when you finally let him show you what he can do with it. "Wait, I thought you said his roommate was a cop? How the hell can anyone throw a great party with law enforcement checking in on shit?" See? I told you she wasn't the brightest crayon in the box. It hasn't even occurred to her yet that if my friend Alex knows people on the force, that no one is gonna show up to bust the party for underage drinking or having a little weed. I could have waited to see how long this realization would take but I just couldn't muster the patience – besides, I was counting on her being slow on the uptake. It's part of what will make today's plans so much fun. "His roommate Is a cop and he has asked us to do a little sweet talking to get him and his friends all ready to go next week." I could see the wheels spinning, proof that the hamster hadn't yet jumped the wheel, which was all I really needed to get her sparked into motion. "You need to get dressed. You're going for sweet and innocent today, so bust out that little pink tank top with the flowers and that cardigan that matches. You should also wear that white skirt with the eyelet lace, the one you thought was way too long – oh and Mayson," I said, a mischievous grin pulling at the corners of my thick lips, the one that gets her all wet in anticipation, "No panties!" We didn't really need to sweet talk anyone, it was just an excuse to get a little freaky mid-day, but Mayson is as turned on by the idea of a challenge as she is a perfect pink cock. Obviously, part of my bag is being in control but that's not to say that I don't like a good hard dick. My ghetto booty tends to draw in the big black cock though and I have to admit, though I have "gone back" after my share of black guys, it's never been as hot. I fuck white guys for practical things like grades or rent, but I call black guys up for a good time. I let Mayson have her challenge but personally I had another goal. Alex said his roommate Brandon was from a well to do southern family, full of over-achieving black men -just my type. What could possibly be better than hooking up with a hot cop with tasty coco colored skin and some money in his bank account? While Mayson went off to find her best church girl costume, I rummaged through my closet. We couldn't both show up looking like Sunday School teachers but this also was not the time to bust out my new super short, incredibly low cut see through red dress, the one that barely covers my ass cheeks. Instead, I opted for that little peach colored bra with cups so small my nipples always manage to find their way up for air, a very loose and flowy v-cut sleeveless hippie blouse that will allow for a few "unintentional" nipple slips and a tight pair of jeans that show off my ass. I pass over the pair of super high heels since we're supposed to pass as good girls fresh out of college, not sorority sluts gone wild (not that I would ever have been caught dead in a sorority mind you – why sign up for the competition and bullshit philanthropy hours?). I settled on some sequined flip flops. At least they show off my super cute toes and the brilliant hundred dollar pedicure my former Calculus professor paid for. He has a foot fetish. I'm still willing to oblige even though I graduated a couple of months ago. "You really want me to go out in public looking like a virgin librarian?" Mayson asked walking back out of her bedroom. "Puss, I don't think any amount of pink and flowers could make you look virginal. We're just going for a little harder to get. You look perfect." "Syrie, why do you get to look all hot?" she asks, eyeing the ruffle lining the v-neck of my blouse which showcases the inner curves of my D cups, pushed up extra high. What? I was on a mission. To humor her though, I threw my long brown hair into a sloppy ponytail, so as to look a little less planned and picked up a dark red corduroy blazer that said "hippie artist chic – that shaves" more than "please fuck my tits after the board meeting". She seemed momentarily pleased with my concessions. "We have to go, I'll explain on the drive." I say waving my hand in a dismissing fashion. I just love being in charge. On the way over I explain that Alex's roommate Brandon is having a barbeque at their house with some of his cop buddies after their softball game. From what Alex told me, Brandon was the token black guy on the team, though by far the best athlete. "We haven't actually been invited, we're just showing up looking for Alex and when he's not there, flirting our way into an invitation to stay. The goal is to get each of the guys so worked up that they can't wait to see us at the party." "Worked up? I wanna fuck!" "All in good time, but for now I need you to tone it down on the f-bombs. We're supposed to seem like nice girls that Alex is friends with, not strippers he hired to seduce his friends into being cool about his party." Mayson pouted for a second – she hates being censored – but smiled when I reached over and fondled her through her tank top. For a tiny girl, she really does have a great rack. "Nice job toning down your makeup, by the way. You still look hot in earth tones but much more like the type of girl who does her homework instead of fucking her professors for As." We pulled up to the house and did one last look-over in the mirror before hopping out and going up to Alex's front door. I rang the bell and tried not to smile. The door swung open to reveal a tall, thin white kid in a baseball cap holding a beer, his mouth open about to say something, "Oh, hey. You're not Mike. Not that I mind, of course," he laughed self consciously, "I was just, um, expecting our other friend who said he might come. So what's up?" He was eyeing us up and down without even bothering to hide his interest in Mayson. I wondered how many beers he had consumed already, since he didn't really strike me as the type to have enough confidence to look a girl up and down, wink and tell her she was wearing nice shoes. "I'm a friend of Alex's. I was just stopping by to see him. Is he here?" I asked, trying to peer around him, supposedly looking for Alex, but really I was hoping to catch a glimpse of Brandon. "Uh, no. He's not home right now, I don't think," his face fell at the thought of us leaving before it brightened back up as it occurred to him to invite us to wait for him and join the barbeque. "I'm Cody," he smiled at Mayson. I might as well have not been standing there. I'd have been insulted but the kid was clearly only about 18 or 19. I was out of his league on too many levels to be bothered with him. Cody led us through the house and out to the backyard. There was a large swimming pool and a built in grill, hooked up to the gas line of the house. A couple of guys, who looked well muscled but had just kind of average faces were seated in patio chairs, drinking beer. A third guy was seated on the diving board talking to them, he was a lot better looking, though I couldn't see his eyes because they were shaded by his baseball cap. Finally, there was a really hot guy, with great biceps, thick lips and dark skin holding a pair of tongs in his hand, turning over a steak. Did I mention that I love men who can cook? It doesn't matter if it's only grilling, it's hot. Brandon looked up at us and waved from the grill. It didn't seem to phase him that he didn't know who we were. Maybe he figured we were friends of Cody's but seriously, even though we were dressed down, what guy like Cody knew girls like us? Cody offered to get us beers and passed by Brandon on his way in, explaining our presence. Mayson was busy checking out the guy by the pool, who was her favorite type, tall and clean cut, so I went over to talk to Brandon. "Hey, sorry to crash your party. I figured Alex would be home midday on a Saturday. Actually, I figured he'd probably have just woken up. He was never on time to our 10am Philosophy class." "He's helping his friend move - should be back soon and you're more than welcome to join us. So you went to school together? What are you studying?" he was trying not to be too obvious about checking me out, much more smooth than Cody could ever be. "I just graduated actually. I got my degree in Business. What do you do?" "Oh, I'm a cop. Actually, my buddy Rob over there by the pool, the one your friend is talking to, is a detective. The guys at the table are Chris and Jim, they're on the force too." I nodded, pretending like this was new information, "But Cody's not a cop, right? He seems pretty young." "Nah, he's Chris' little brother. He plays on our softball team and likes to hang out with us 'cause we let him have beer even though he's got two years before he's 21. We just had a game and these guys came over to hang out. Jim's girlfriend, Jenny, should be here soon too." Girlfriend? Shit. That could seriously put a kink in our whole game to seduce the cops. I decided not to worry about it until it became an issue and kept flirting, asking if he'd won the game, introducing myself and explaining my goofy name – you know, the usual. Mayson was actually doing a really good job of playing hard to get. She hadn't grabbed Rob's cock yet, though I could tell she was definitely on board for fucking him. She even smiled a little with Cody, which I thought was gonna give the kid a heart attack. For a while, I just let us blend into the scene. You can't just show up at someone's party and get things rolling five minutes in. It doesn't seem real. Besides, these guys hadn't even planned on having girls around, except this Jenny chic, which means I had to warm them up to my new ideas about the evening. After everyone had eaten and gotten used to each other though, I decided it was time to start instigating. Claiming I was hot, I took off my blazer. In the process I let Chris get a good look down my shirt, leaning forward as I undid the buttons and slid off the sleeves. I pretended to readjust my shirt but really just created a better angle for him to see straight down to my flat stomach. He shifted a little, trying to get a better look while trying to look like he wasn't looking. As planned, one of my nipples was well above the cup of my bra. He noticed but attempted not to let it show on his face. I tried not to smile. As if on cue, Mayson took off her cardigan as well. She still looked quite conservative since the tank top wasn't low cut at all, but she dangled her legs off her chair in a way that caused her skirt to ride up a little. She leaned back to stretch a little and even though Jim's girlfriend had arrived and was sitting in his lap, I watched his eyes follow the rise and fall of her tits. Men are so predictable. Jenny was actually pretty cute. She had short blonde hair, not platinum like Mayson's, but still pretty light and she was wearing a tube top and pair of cut off shorts. I figured that if we didn't flirt with Jim directly, she just might get in on our seduction and take care of her own boyfriend. "You guys seem pretty laid back for cops." "We're not on duty, ma'mm," Chris answered, tipping his baseball hat towards me and trying to get another look down my top. "So is it super hard having to break up parties or arrest girls for being drunk in public, knowing they're just having a little fun?" "Yeah, sometimes. One night there was this chic who kept trying to get out of a speeding ticket by flashing me. She had a great rack and I would have totally let her off, but my partner's a real hard ass. He told her to 'put her tits back in her top' and be thankful he wasn't adding indecent exposure to her ticket." Mayson knew that this was her cue. Guys have a thing for talking girls into flashing. They like to think it was their idea, which is exactly why I had her dress conservatively. They would believe that they were calling the shots if she played shy and reluctant. If they'd seen Mayson in full on aggressive sex goddess mode, they'd know they were being played. "Oh my gosh, I can't imagine flashing a cop to get out of a ticket. Wow. That's crazy." "Haven't you ever flashed anyone before?" Jenny asked. I could have kissed her. The only thing better than guys talking a girl into flashing is getting to perv out watching another girl who wants to see tits. "Well actually, no 'cause obviously my boyfriend wouldn't count, right?" "Yeah, Mayson, I'm pretty sure flashing means random people who don't normally have viewing rights," I chimed in. I don't know how she did it, but Mayson actually managed to blush. The girl had fucked her entire way through college and she could fake a blush over the thought of flashing her tits. I obviously don't give her enough credit. "I bet Cody would really like for you to flash us," Jenny giggled, "Not that anyone else would mind." Apparently, Jenny was our kind of girl. I didn't even have to clue her in and here she was doing my job for me. "What? No," Mayson said, crossing her arms over her chest. "Seriously, I bet you have a good rack and what's the use in that if you don't let anyone see it?" This came from Chris. I guess seeing one of my nipples briefly had just gotten him in the mood to see more. "I tell you what, I'll take my shirt off, let you judge my abs and pecs, just to be fair," Brandon said, "In fact, we all will." Each of the guys made a show of taking off their shirts. Brandon by far had the biggest muscles, and Rob had a great six pack and a couple of large tattoos, though he wasn't nearly as bulky. Chris and Jim were both toned, though nothing spectacular like Brandon. Unsurprisingly Cody was skinny as if he had just undergone a growth spurt to make him that tall but it was still quite a good base to start working on, if he chose to do so. With all the guys shirtless it was only a matter of time before we all were. "Oh come on, Mayson, you know you want to. Take a couple shots... Hey, I bet Jenny will do it too, if you do," I figured the least I could do was include her. Jenny nodded eagerly, obviously quite the exhibitionist. In fact, it was hard to tell if she really wanted to see Mayson's tits or if she just wanted an excuse to flash her own. Cody was clearly drunk by this point, though the rest of us appeared to be just pleasantly buzzed. He poured Mayson a double shot of tequila and began begging and pleading. Chris and Jim tried to shush him and Rob kicked him under the table, they wanted her to feel like she wanted to do this, not like she'd been pressured into it, plus he just seemed desperate. "Well, I guess if Jenny does it too," Mayson finally said, taking the shot as if to steel her nerves. "Hey, what about Syrie?" Brandon asked, eyeing the full cleavage now clearly visible without the blazer. It was starting to get dark out and he stood up to turn on the patio lights and the ones in the pool. Chris and Rob were quick to agree that I should have to flash as well. I pretended to let them talk me into it a little bit, but I didn't have to play as hard to get since I'd clearly been trying to get Mayson to do it. We all agreed and Mayson suggested that I go first, so that she knew that I would really go through with it. Everyone laughed and clapped, thinking this was a great idea and as I leaned forward again, my left nipple peaked out of the low neckline of my shirt. "Holy shit, her shirt isn't even off and I can see her nipple!" Cody yelled, finally noticing someone besides Mayson. I giggled and started to adjust it back inside the slanted cup of my bra when Chris asked what the point was. Normally when girls flash, they just lift their top and their bra together but I decided to work it a little more, taking my shirt completely off. I sat there with my huge tits tucked into the smallest amount of fabric possible for a second and watched as all of the eyes focused on me. "You should dance a little and make your nipples pop back out again," Jim suggested. Jenny hit him in the arm but then added her encouragement. Apparently, she really liked my tits but was slightly less pleased that Jim liked them so well. Poor guy. Girlfriends can be complicated. I obliged and stood up, dancing a bit like a belly dancer, moving my shoulders and hips until both nipples were peaking above the fabric. I let everyone look for a minute and then declared that it was someone else's turn. I adjusted my bra and put my shirt back on and waited to see if Jenny would step up first or Mayson. Mayson & Syrie Chronicles Ch. 02 "I'm glad you girls came looking for Alex," Rob said eying me as if he hadn't really noticed me before. To be fair, Mayson was sort of monopolizing him and she does a good job of keeping attention focused on her. It just allows me to be the surprise attack. I don't mind at all. "Yeah, who needs guys night when girls like Syrie exist?" Brandon asked, eying my tits as if he could will my shirt back off, "But Alex is missing the show. I almost feel bad for the guy." "Screw him, let's see some more tits! Who's next?" Chris said loudly, impatient with all of the conversation. "I'll go, just to help you get a little more used to it," Jenny laughed. Without even a little bit of hesitancy, she pulled her tube top down to reveal that she wasn't even wearing a bra. Her tits were on the small side but they had cute triangle shaped tan lines from laying out in a skimpy bikini and each of her nipples were pierced with rhinestone barbells. She was still seated in Jim's lap and he reached around and tweaked each nipple, playing with the jewelry and causing a couple of the guys to groan. Touching wasn't supposed to have been on the menu. "Lucky bastard," Chris whispered under his breath. "You want to try?" Jim asked. Chris didn't have to answer, Jenny just walked over to him, stepped in between his legs as he sat in the patio chair and leaned forward. All of the guys looked amazed that Chris was feeling up Jim's girlfriend but weren't about to say something and ruin the show. "Ok, Mayson, your turn," Jenny said, pulling Chris' hand off of her tit and pulling her shirt back up. "Syrie danced, I let Chris feel me up... top that if you can." Mayson stood up and slowly began lifting her tank top revealing her impossibly tight stomach. She paused as if unsure and let everyone egg her on, loving every second of it. Finally she took a big gulp of her beer and removed her shirt. "Bra too!" Cody yelled and then hiccoughed. "Aren't you guys all cops? I don't want to get in trouble or anything," Mayson said with a fake note of worry in her tone. "Hey, I want to see your tits as much as everyone else. If you step over here, I'll take your bra off for you, sweetheart," Rob answered. Mayson sat down on his lap and let him unclasp her bra. Everyone cheered and catcalled as her tits bounced free. Rob grabbed her hands to stop her from covering up, not that it was necessary. "See, that's not so bad, right Mayson? It's kind of fun knowing that every guy here wants to fuck you right now, right?" Jenny asked. Mayson got up and poured herself some more tequila and then smiled at everyone flirtatiously. She was standing there topless in a skirt with no panties beneath it. She was eating this up, though she looked every bit the girl who only needs a little alcohol to turn into the biggest slut. "Yeah, but they'd fuck any of us at this point and you said I had to top you," Mayson giggled. Before anyone dared to hope that she would look for a way to show us up, she unzipped her skirt and stood naked in the middle of the group. She twirled a little, making sure everyone got to check out her completely shaved pussy and then moved over to Cody. "So Cody, are you a virgin or what?" she asked. Cody blushed. He hated having to make the admission in front of guys but he was too busy looking at her pussy to think of a good lie. He nodded. Mayson pushed him back in his seat and began to give him a lap dance, pushing her tits up against his face and grinding her naked pussy over his cock, still tightly encased in his shorts. She ran her nipples over his bare chest and then sat straddling him, bouncing her hips so that she was dry humping him. I have to give him credit. He didn't cum in his shorts, but I'm still not really sure how. "I'm not a virgin, but you can give me a lap dance if you want, baby," Rob said and the sentiment was echoed by the rest of the guys. Mayson walked back over to him and leaned over and licked a narrow line in the tattoo that spread from his bicep, up over his shoulder and upper back. He tried to pull her into his lap but she shook her head and whispered something into his ear, pressing her tits into his chest and dragging her pussy across his cock. None of us could hear what she said, but we watched as Rob stood up and started taking his clothes off while Mayson jumped into the pool. When she resurfaced she laughed and asked, "So did I win?" "Hell yes," Rob said, jumping in the pool, "Come over here and I'll show you your prize." Now that Mayson, the conservative one, was naked we could all rip off our clothes and skinny dip, though I could tell from the look in Chris' eye that he hoped this was just the beginning of the fun, rather than the highlight. Cody and Chris were next in the pool, while Jenny was talking quietly with Jim. I couldn't hear what she was saying but I couldn't even try because Brandon came up behind me and grabbed my ass while I was bending over to take off my shoes. "Damn girl, how did a white girl get a butt like that?" Brandon whispered into my ear after I stood back up. "I got it from my mama," I sang in imitation of a cheesy song that sometimes plays when Mayson and I are out at the club, sliding my ass over his crotch teasingly. "I'd like to see what else you got from your mama. Get your ass in my pool," he said, first slapping my ass and then cupping it, rubbing it like it was a favorite toy. "I'm sure a guy like you doesn't need a pool to get girls naked." "You know it. Hell, I don't want to be out here naked with a bunch of guys if I can get you naked alone. Is your pussy all shaved like your girl's?" "I could tell you, but it would be so much more fun to show you. But you should guess first. What do you think?" I teased, unbuttoning my jeans and sliding them down to reveal my g-string panties. "I bet you have a sexy strip of dark hair this color," he said running his fingers through my hair, which I'd just let down. He pulled me towards him and pushed the fabric of my panties aside finding the evidence of his theory. "You're not a little girl like your friend. All woman." "Yeah, a woman who wants to swim," I said, pulling away. Yes, I wanted to fuck him and I had every intention of doing so, but I couldn't let him win so easily. Besides, by my count the girls were outnumbered and if I let him drag me off to his bedroom, I wouldn't be able to help out with that. I took off the rest of my clothes and started to make my way to the pool when Brandon's hand caught me around the waist. "Hold on, don't you go jumping into that pool without letting me look at you," he said, spinning me around to face him. I stood there, letting him look me over and watching the appreciation in his eyes and his shorts before I stepped forward and grabbed his hardening cock. "My my, officer, is that your firearm or are you just happy to see me?" "Oh, I'm happy to see you alright. Of course, I'll be happier when I see your lips wrapped around my cock." "Patience," I said and then ran and jumped in the pool. Mayson was in the corner of the pool, surrounded by Chris, Rob and Cody. Jenny had apparently finished her discussion with Jim and the two of them were making out on the other side. I thought about stealing a guy away from Mayson, but Brandon jumped in the water and swam up to me, pinning me up against the wall of the pool. "Patience is overrated," he said, and leaned forward to kiss me. We sat there, making out for a few minutes, his hands fondling my tits and my ass, with my legs wrapped around him. I have to say, it was hot. His body was firm all over from working out and his hands were making me warm and horny as hell. I kissed him back, grinding my pussy along his abs, thinking that maybe I should have taken him up on his earlier offer. "Hey, Syrie," Mayson called from her corner of the pool. Reluctantly I pulled my mouth away from Brandon's and looked over at her. "I think Cody needs a little attention. He is a virgin after all. Isn't that just the saddest thing you've ever heard?" I had no burning desire to fuck the kid, not when I had Brandon's huge cock waiting for me, but I couldn't just leave everyone else at the party to Mayson. I pulled myself out of the circle of Brandon's arms, though he tried to stop me, and swam over. "I think something could be arranged," I smiled, "but maybe Jenny wants to help too. We can all educate our boy on a few things." Even though Jim had been cool with Chris feeling up his girlfriend, I wasn't sure how he was going to react to this request but he didn't seem to mind. I wondered if they were swingers or if he was just really getting off on the idea of watching. "Cody," Mayson smiled, "why don't you have a seat on that pool lounge chair? Just lay back and we'll do all the work." It was obvious that Chris was insanely jealous, while Rob just watched intently and Jim appeared to be taking a picture of Jenny with his cell phone. Brandon was impatiently awaiting my return, but they were all also turned on by the thought of watching the three of us work on Cody. Cody, of course, looked like he had died and gone to heaven. "So, Cody, has a girl ever let you touch her naked body before?" Mayson asked, moving herself within arm's reach of him. He shook his head and she picked up one of his hands and placed it on her tit. "Play with my nipple, baby. I know you want to and it will make me feel good." "So, Cody, has a girl ever licked your cock?" Jenny asked, laughing as he tried to shake his head but just couldn't stop looking at his hands cupping Mayson's tits. Jenny kneeled down next to him, leaned forward and licked the head of his cock. He was so hard, it looked painful, but I didn't feel sorry for him. He was getting the show of a lifetime. "So, Cody," I said, copying their questions, "Has a girl ever shown you her pussy?" I knew the answer, so I just moved near him and let him explore my pussy with clumsy fingers. Predictably, he had no technique, but I was still pretty turned on by all of the naked people, the feel of my legs wrapped around Brandon's hard body and the thought of fucking him later, so I was very wet. I moaned, pretending that the attention from his fingers had caused me to do so. "So, Cody," Mayson piped in again, "Would you like to lick my pussy?" Cody seemed to be too dazed to answer. Mayson laid back the pool chair so that it was flat and moved to straddle his face. She looked out to her audience and said, "I don't know guys, what do you think?" "The kid won't know what to do with you, let me," Chris answered. "Nah, this is for Cody, Chris. Let your little brother have his moment," Jim laughed. Mayson lowered herself so that her shaved pussy was just inches from his lips. He moved his hands, one of them covered in my pussy juice, to her and began to trace her outer lips. "Here, Cody, let me show you," Jenny said and she moved over to Mayson, and showed him how to find the clit. "Lick her there. Like this." Jenny leaned forward and ran her tongue in circles over Mayson's clit. It obviously wasn't her first time and Mayson let out a moan as the guys cheered Jenny on. As Cody did his best to copy her motions I looked out at the other guys. Chris and Jim were both stroking their own cocks as they watched but Rob and Brandon just looked on with amused expressions, enjoying the show. I cupped Cody's balls and played with his cock, giving him a handjob as he ate my best friend's pussy. "Cody, baby, are you ready to become a man?" Jenny asked. She had moved herself over by me and removed my hands. Apparently she was the one who was going to take one for the team and fuck Cody. I seriously needed to get this girl's number before I went home. I looked over at Jim to see if he cared and he yelled out, "That's right, baby. Fuck him while I watch! God, you're so hot!" Jenny lowered herself down on Cody's cock slowly, so that he could feel every inch of himself slide into a woman for the first time. He reached up to play with her tits but was so drunk and overwhelmed that he soon let his arms drop. Mayson and I knew that Cody wouldn't last long, so I began playing with Jenny's tits and Mayson rubbed Jenny's clit in an attempt to help her cum too. "Oh God, oh my fucking God, I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum. Shit!" Cody yelled after a round of moans and grunts as Jenny rode him. It was only two minutes, but I'd venture to say it was the best two minutes of the kid's life. Mayson leaned down and kissed Jenny, while she played with her clit. "Chris, get over here and help poor Jenny," I yelled. I knew that Mayson really only wanted Rob and Chris would be happy to pick up where his brother had left off. Jim jumped out of the pool two and I heard the two of them discussing a wobbly H as they ushered Jenny to an open space of pool deck. Cody just laid back and looked immensely pleased with himself. He passed out a minute later, but Jenny was already blowing Jim while Chris fucked her from behind. Mayson was sitting on the bench in the pool with Rob's hands all over her tits, and he leaned down to suck her nipples while fingering her and causing her to squirm "You're right. There are far too many naked men out here," I said to Brandon, now that everyone appeared to be in good hands, "I want you all to myself." Brandon picked me up, his amazing biceps bulging as I wrapped my legs back around him. The contrast between my light skin and his chocolate color was almost as beautiful as his lips. I sucked on his bottom lip and ran my hands across his chest as he carried me towards his room. His mouth was so hot and his cock felt like hard metal beneath the cheeks of my ass. He dropped me onto his bed and it was only a second before his body was on top of mine, his hot skin burning into me and his lips sucking on the hollow of my neck. "You're so hot," I whispered in between kisses, running my hands over every part of him I could reach. I grabbed his ass as I spread my thighs, making room between my legs for him. "Look who's talking. I've wanted to do this since about three seconds after I saw you." "Three whole seconds? I'm insulted." "I'll make it up to you." His hands trailed down my body, causing me to shiver both in anticipation and from the absence of his heat as they passed over my tits, my stomach and down to my thighs. "That little boy had no idea what to do with this pussy. Why don't you show me what a man can do?" Brandon was up for the challenge, though he didn't go straight to the licking like I'd thought he would. Instead he ran his large fingers over my lips, rubbed the patch of hair he'd found earlier and then lower, covering his fingers in my pussy juice. Reaching up, I expected him to offer his fingers to me to lick, or to lick them himself but instead her traced my nipples, wetting them, pinching them, pushing my tits together and sliding his finger in and out of the cleavage, clearly giving me a preview of things to come. His hands pushed my thighs farther apart and he teasingly drew circles with his fingertips, just at that spot where the inner thigh connects. It was so sexy, so teasing and driving me absolutely insane. I wanted his big fingers to play with my clit and inside me, stroking up and down like he'd done to my tits, but instead he just played for a moment. I squirmed, trying to bring my pussy into contact with his fingers but he just pushed my hips back down. I looked at him questioningly. "Beg me. You know you want me to fuck you with my tongue, so say it. Ask real nicely and I'll think about it." "Oh God, just fuck me - with your fingers, with your tongue, with your gorgeous cock. Whatever makes you happy, I just want you to Fuck me." I don't beg but I'm not afraid to say what I want either. "Not good enough." He stood up and kissed me again, keeping his body away from me, except his mouth, clearly starting his teasing process all over. As he played with my nipples running his teeth across them, he bit down softly, causing me to gasp loudly. "I don't think you understand," I whispered, completely breathless, "I don't want you to make love to me. I'm not your wife. I want you to fuck me - hard, fast, hell, up the ass if you want, just FUCK ME." "Nice," he said, "but still not good enough. You're hot as hell, but obviously no one's ever made you want them bad enough to beg. I plan to fix that." He was right, as far as that went. I'd never begged anyone to fuck me. I mean, for fuck's sake, look at me, people are usually begging me. His hands were driving me crazy, caressing ever nearer but refusing to touch my pussy. I tried sitting up, thinking that I'd make him beg me instead. He'd said earlier that he wanted my lips wrapped around his cock and as horny as I was, I needed to either get fucked right then or be doing something to distract me. He easily pushed me back down and held me there. Ok, don't think less of me and certainly don't tell Mayson, cause she'd never let me live it down, but I finally Had to give in. I seriously couldn't even form coherent thoughts I wanted him so badly. I was dizzy and tingling and needing so desperately to cum that I just couldn't take it anymore. "Please." He smiled and kissed my inner thigh but still stayed away from my pussy, "You're getting warmer." "Oh, God please. Please please fuck me. I need-" I couldn't even finish the statement because he moved his fingers to my pussy and began running his thumb in a circle over my clit. Maybe it was because I'd never taken this long to get down to business or maybe he just had great technique but I came almost instantly. Hell, in terms of the time the man was making actual contact with my pussy I came faster than Cody, though I'd had quite a bit more workup. "Oh. My. God," I moaned. I'm really used to being in control, teasing men, getting what I want out of them, when I want it. I never realized just how sexy it could be to let a man take over. "I guess since you're all about manners, I should say thank you, now?" I joked, reaching for his cock, ready to return the favor. "Not 'til I'm done," he said shaking his head, "I haven't even tasted you yet. Patience." Ugh. It was me who used that word first. He was going to make me pay, apparently all night long. If his fingers had been good, his tongue was even better. In my personal experience up to that point, men had really never done the job justice. Oh, some had more than enough enthusiasm and a few had some technique, but no one could compete with Mayson during a threesome. I assumed it was just something about a girl knowing how girls need to be touched and licked, but Brandon was proving me wrong. With every pass of his tongue I shivered. I thrashed, I moaned, I bucked my hips. I didn't feel like I was even in control of my own body anymore. He lifted his fingers to me and I sucked on them suggestively, trying to tempt him to make me cum on my schedule rather than his, but he was having none of it. Fucking cops. I should have factored that in when I decided to go after him. Cops are control freaks too. Of course, I was still having a hell of a good time. He slid a finger inside me and instead of fucking me, like I expected, he immediately sought out my gspot, rubbing lightly while licking my clit. Ok, maybe it's my own fault for using sex to mostly get things I want, rather than purely pleasure, but sadly, this was the first man to ever actually locate my gspot with his fingers. I bit my lip to keep from screaming and he slipped a second finger in. The rhythm of his tapping and licking felt like the beat of a slowly seductive melody to which my body happily hummed along. I came again so hard that my body shuddered and it felt like I was spinning for a really long time. It probably wasn't even a whole minute, but it felt like a year. I couldn't even move. Mayson & Syrie Chronicles Ch. 02 When my mind cleared I looked up at him, positioning his body above me and smiling like he had just won an Olympic medal. His weight was pushing me back into the bed and I could barely breathe but I managed to smile back and whisper, "So now I can say thank you? That was insane. I've never cum that hard. Ever." "Still a little early for Thank You, Syrie. I'm gonna make you cum again," he said as he positioned his cock just outside the entrance to my pussy. "I'd make you beg me again, but I need to be inside you. I don't have time for your stubborn streak." I leaned up to kiss him and whispered, "Please. Please fuck me. I want to feel you inside me. Please make me cum again. Ple-" He shoved into me so hard it would have been painful if I hadn't been so ridiculously wet. Though I had held his cock in my hand for a minute outside, I hadn't really gauged just how big he was, length and girth. I was afraid he wasn't going to be able to fit. Not really for him, but for me. I could feel him throbbing inside me and I just couldn't let him go yet. He pulled my legs up, placing them over his shoulders and repositioned my hips so that I could feel him going even deeper. I swear to God it felt like he was all the way up in my throat he was so deep. "You're so fucking tight. God you feel good." "Kigels," I laughed. He began to pull out of me and I suddenly wished that my legs were back around his waist where I could use them to pull him back into me. As it was, with my legs over his shoulders, I was completely at his mercy. He sensed my desire to control him and pulled himself completely outside of me. I swear the man has more self control than anyone else I've ever seen. "Ok, ok, you're the boss. Please just fuck me. I want your cock back in my pussy so badly. Please please fuck me." He smiled again - fucking bastard. I'd have been pissed if I wasn't enjoying myself so much. He finally slid his cock back inside of me and began fucking me for real. He wasn't playing around anymore. His cock slammed in and out of me and I moaned loudly over and over. "Uh uh uh uh uh uhhhh, oh God. You're. So. Fucking. Big. Oh God. Oh my God. Holy shit. Oh my fucking God. Brandon! Oh my God, Brandon, oh oh. Brandon!!" Hearing his name from me pushed him over the edge. He started to fuck me faster, feverishly as if his cock were a runaway train that couldn't be stopped. I honestly didn't think I was going to cum again. I usually don't unless I'm on top but fuck if the man didn't make me scream his name again. Three times! Three of the best times ever. My orgasm this time was short and intense. Really intense. I felt it in my fingers, my toes, shit even my eyelids and the tips of my hair, I think. "Oh my God. You're unbelievable but seriously, you need to fucking cum already. You can cum on my face, my tits, wherever you want, just do it. I'm on the pill, you can cum in me if you want." He did cum then, whether it was from the suggestion of doing so on my face or just because he had decided he was done, I don't know. Of course, the control freak in me wants to believe it was my doing, but if I learned anything that night it was that he was most definitely running the show. "Thank you," he said to me, rolling off of me but just off to the side. His hand was cupping my breast while another pushed a strand of hair out of my face. "You're thanking me? That was seriously the hottest thing I've ever experienced. Thank you.Any chance we can have sex in the squad car? That'd be Hot." "Only if you're very very bad," he laughed. "Oh, I promise. Shower?" I tried to stand and follow him to the shower in the bathroom attached to his bedroom, but I couldn't keep my balance. He laughed as I fell back on the bed and came back to pick me up. "So helpless. I suppose I'll have to wash you too." ***** When I woke up the next morning he was gone and so were all of his friends. I found Mayson asleep on the couch and Alex in the kitchen making coffee. "When did you get home?" "A couple hours ago. I knew you were here and as hot as I'm sure it was, I didn't think I needed to be here for it," he said with a knowing smile, "Good night? "The best. Where is he?" "Work. He left you a note though," he said, handing me a folded up piece of paper. S- You're welcome. Can't wait 'til the party. Next time though, I'm breaking out my handcuffs. -B ***** Another Author's Note - Thanks for reading!!! I'm on a mission to earn one of those gosh darn little red H's. If you think my story is hot, please vote but if you thought it fell short, I would really appreciate feedback so I can do something different next time. Thanks again. Catch ya next time. - MC