1 comments/ 39906 views/ 3 favorites Off The Hook By: msxxl As Chris gave me directions to his house I thought about the fact that it had been at least seven years since I had met a guy and ended up naked with him within hours of meeting, not since I was 21. And yet here I was driving back from the desert where Chris and I had ended up going wild with oral sex just hours after I met him and now we were going back to his house to finish. I had met Chris at the local truckstop where I was having late night coffee with friends, one of whom had gone to high school with him. Chris had been on the pay phone in the hall outside the restaurant and I had been struck by him right away, tall and broad he was wearing all black. His tight jeans and form fitting black t-shirt would have caught my attention but the full length black leather trench was an added bonus. His dark Native American looks and silk smooth curtain of waist length black hair made me catch my breath. I sat at the table with my friends talking and laughing and was surprised when my friend Bobby introduced us all to Chris, when he sat next to me I felt as if I had melted. He told us all how a girl he had dated for a few weeks had stolen his car and was driving to Nevada where she thought the people at Area 51 could prove she was half alien. We ended up talking about our mutual love for muscle cars and about our jobs and flirting. I finally realized that our friends had set us up, as all of them bailed out and Bobby suggested I give Chris a ride home. Chris and I flirted more and then found ourselves driving out to a small park out in the desert outside of town. I ended up putting the car on cruise control and giving Chris a handjob as I drove and he tweaked my nipples through my shirt. Out at Buff Bluff around 3 in the morning we found ourselves alone and proceeded to torment each other to screaming orgasms, ok so I had maybe half a dozen including one from Chris playing with the back of my knees and yes I did most of the screaming. Chris finally suggested we go to his house as the sky began to lighten and told me he wanted to take me to bed for 2 days and not let me out. Sounded like a great idea to me, We pulled up in front of Chris' house, a really nice newer place with a small but totally secluded yard. Even though he was only on maybe a 1/8th of an acre of land most of it was back yard and surrounded by a seven foot fence. Chris lead me into the house and showed me the ground floor, a huge living room with big screen TV, two wonderful overstuffed leather couches, an ottoman and a huge chair that could pass as a small love seat. The dining room was separate from both the front room and kitchen and was set up with a simple oak table for four. He lead me from there into the kitchen pointing out the full downstairs bathroom in the hall by the backdoor. In his backyard he had a large Jacuzzi in his small yard, easily an eight person tub. Personally I would have love to jump right in the tub but Chris told me that he could not wait to get me into his bed and promised that we would tub before sleeping. I took his hand and followed him up the stairs to the second floor. The upstairs was divided into two large bedrooms about the same size and a really large luxurious bathroom, like at my house one of the bedrooms was full of computer equipment he used to work at home with. He had told me how he was programer for computer games and I told him about designing websites including doing paysites for other people. Following him into his bedroom I was struck by how huge his bed was, I have a king size but this one was even bigger. I asked him about it as we came through the door and he laughing admitted it was a California king and the biggest bed he could get without having it custom made. "I really like to move around on my bed and I want to be comfortable, of course it nearly fills the room but that is ok." The bedspread was super soft black cotton and there were at least a half dozen large soft looking pillows in matching covers. I honestly had not seen a young guy with a house so well put together and I mentioned it to him. "Blame my mom for the bed stuff, every birthday and Christmas she gets me entire sets, I have at least three black sets, a red set and navy blue one." "Damn I want your mom to be my secret santa." I told him and leaned against the tall bed. Chris came over and wrapped his arms around me and gave me a long deep kiss that took my mind off of matched bedding and mothers. I slid my arms around him under his black buttersoft leather trench coat and pressed my soft plump body against his large sturdy one. I could feel his cock hardening between us and found myself thinking that one of these times I was going to have him fuck me while he wears just the trench, maybe on one of those leather couches downstairs. He moved me around so that he was the one leaning against the bed. "Lola I want you to strip for me, real slow and sensual. I want to watch you touch your body as you take off your clothes." Chris pulled himself up on the high bed and began to work the laces on his Doc Martin's, all the time staring at me with smokey eyes. I felt as if I was blushing but I didn't resist, I slipped off my shoes and tossed them behind me and reached to my waist grasping the waistband of my long skirt in my hands. I slowly slid it down, letting my hands stroke my thighs then my calves as I brought the skirt down to the floor. I stepped out of it slowly and then drew my hands back up my body to the bottom of my shirt. "No panties Lola, you are such a naughty girl." Chris' words sent a thrill through me. I smiled back as I began to lift the lightweight top up over my belly, holding it between thumb and forefinger, I let my other fingers drag slowly across my soft plump belly thinking about how Chris' hands had felt when he had stroked it. He had worked one boot off and tossed it into the corner watching me the entire time. For once in my life I had absolutely no doubt that the man I was with was totally aroused by my body and not in spite of it. The look in Chris' eyes proved to me that he was telling the truth when he told me that he thought I was beautiful and that he meant it when he said he was attracted to plus-sized women. Knowing that made me feel amazingly sexy and gave me incentive to tease him a bit. I had reached my breasts and I slowed down even more as I dragged the top over the lace bra which was trying to hold in my full soft breasts. I spread my fingers and cupped my breasts for a moment before finally yanking the top over my head and dropping it at my feet. I stood there in just my bra. I slid my hands back up from my waist to the underside of my breasts and cupped them again, lifting them up so that they half spilled over the full cups. I let my fingers trace over my lace-covered skin to the front center where the hooks and eyes were straining. Slowly from the top I began to unhook them, one after another until only the bottom two held my bra on me. I looked and watched Chris watching me, I could see that his breathing had increased, that he looked almost dazed at the site of me before him and that gave me the courage to undo the last two hooks. Instead of letting the front of the bra fall away I quickly cupped it to my chest and gave Chris a cheeky grin. "Oh you bad girl, don't tease me now I can't take it. So naughty." I had let the bra slip off and was cupping my bare breasts. "Play with your nipples for me Lola, show me how you like them pulled, I know you like them played with rough." I laughed and said, "I love it when you call me that." and started to pull on my nipples, lightly at first, giving them a little twist. "What? Bad girl?" I nodded. Chris gave me this evil sexy look and said, "You want to be my naughty girl don't you? I know you like those big nipples played with harder then that baby, don't tease me, I want you to really show me how you like it. Bad girls who tease might have to be punished." I gasped and pulled harder on my already swollen nipples, twisting them hard I asked, "What will you do? Spank me?" Just the thought of his hands on my ass made me twist even harder. "Please Chris I want to see you naked, strip for me and I will show you just how much of a bad girl I can be." He got off the bed and came over to me and took one of my hands and placed it against the crotch of his jeans. I could feel his impressive cock straining against the denim. What is it about feeling a man get hard through his jeans that just seem so naughty and wicked? "Can you feel what you do to me Lola? You are driving me crazy." He lifted my hand back to my breast and stepped back. First the duster slid down his wide shoulders and was tossed over a chair in the corner. Then I watched him take his belt off as I began to pull at my nipples even harder. The belt dropped to the floor. I had a quick thought about how it would feel if he used it on me, first to spank my ass with it and then to tie me to the bed. Chris was bringing out my kinky side which had been dormant for a long time. He quickly pulled his shirt up over his chest and over his head, none of the slow teasing I had done, he was impatient and not afraid to let me know it. Then his hand was on his fly and even though I had held his cock in my hand and in my mouth less then an hour before this would be the first time I would see it by something other then dashboard or moon light. The zipper slid down and he began to pull the form fitting jeans down as his cock sprang free and stood up against his belly. I had known from touch that it was large and well shaped but the deep color and silk smooth sheen to his skin was amazing to see. The thought of his reddish brown hand on my pale white ass had me even wetter then before. Kicking the jeans off Chris reached for me. "Bend over the bed bad girl, I am going to give you the spanking you deserve. I want you to use one hand to play with yourself, I am going to spank you hard until you cum for me really good." His bed was waist-high to me, a little shorter then my bed, but pretty much perfect for bending over. I leaned forward bracing myself on one arm as I slipped the other under me and began to tease my clit. I flinched a little bit as I felt his hand on my ass but Chris just ran his fingers over it to my thighs and I wondered if he was remembering giving me an orgasm by nibbling and lick the back of them. His fingers teased up and down my backside, lifting off and then when I was sure a blow was coming he would stroke me again until finally his hand came down on my ass like thunder. SMACK SMACK SMACK I moaned and arched my back to offer my ass to him even more as the blows rained down. Chris knew what he was doing, too many people will land each blow right on top the last, over and over, but Chris spread them out and covered my ass and upper thighs. I was getting closer and closer to an orgasm but trying to hold it back since I did not want him to stop spanking me. "I love seeing you pale skin turn red with heat." He said. "Your ass is so round and sweet, I am going to spank you til you howl and then I will fuck you so I can feel the heat." Chris' words put me over the edge and I came shaking and still he smacked my ass over and over. "Don't stop playing with yourself bad girl, that was not a good orgasm, I know you can do better." Smack, his hand landed dead center of my ass and then raised to strike again, I could feel my backside getting hotter and hotter and each blow was bringing me closer to another orgasm. "I want you shaking baby, I want to hear you howl. I know you love having me spank you big ass, I know it makes you hot. Let go Lola baby cum for me." His hand had sped up, raining blows all over my burning red ass and his word drove me over the edge. I began to shake and moan, my orgasm built higher and higher and thankfully he did not stop the blows until my spasm had passed. I felt Chris grab my hips and pull me up on tip toe as he worked his rock hard cock between my thighs and slid into my soaking wet pussy. I have always came so easy and I felt as if just the feel of him would put me over edge again any second. I found myself begging him, "Fuck me hard, oh god fuck me hard, don't stop. Fuck me." I howled as he slammed into me and pressed himself against my flaming hot ass. "Fuck me, fuck me, Don't stop." I chanted mindlessly, lost in the moment. Chris demanded. "You are such a bad bad girl, I am going to fuck you till you can't take it any more. Oh yeah you bad girl you love having me pound against you ass after spanking you don't you?" "Yes oh yes, pound me baby, pound me good." I could feel his cock filling me even as wet as I was, I could feel every thrust and was pushing myself back against him. I never wanted it to end even as my calves felt like they were on fire from standing on tiptoe, next time I am doing this in highheels, the thought sped through my mind. Over and over like a pile driver Chris slammed into me, pushing his tight belly against my ass, reminding me how tender it felt and how much I loved the feel of it. He reached forward and grabbed my curling red hair where it laid halfway down my back and wrapped his hands in it. I have always loved to have my hair pulled and feeling him pulling it as he fucked me hard brought me to the edge of orgasm yet again but it was the feel of his waist length heavy hair brushing my back as he leaned over me that put me over the edge of a screaming orgasm. As I came my shook and my entire body was racked with spasms. Chris pulled back on my hair as he slammed into me a few more times and then began to cum, I could feel his cock inside me jerking as he came. The heat of his cum filled me up and the spasms of it seemed to go on and on. We both collapsed against the bed, Chris laying on my back and kissing my shoulder. After a few minutes he slipped out of me half hard and stood back. I stood up and felt my legs go out from under me as I turned and then found myself sitting on the floor. Chris looked worry as I laughed and then smiled as I reached out for his half hard cock. "Well while I am down here I might as well make use of the moment." I said as I licked my tongue up his cock and tasted both him and me on it. I licked his balls clean and then began to work my tongue up the now hard again cock. Chris began to stroke the top of my head and sort of quietly crooned to me. "Oh god you are so beautiful, you make me crazy. You hair is so soft." I took him in my mouth and sucked him deep in slowly. He gasped and sighed, "I have never met a woman like you, no one has ever done that so good or made me so hot." Again and again I sucked him in and out of my mouth, slowly, sensually, knowing it was driving him insane. I kneeled before him at least 20 minutes before he pulled away from me and reached down to lift me up. When I stood before him he kissed me deeply. "I want to take a shower with you and soap up every inch of your body." he said leading me across the room to the big bathroom and the huge shower with clear glass walls. I stepped in and turned around waiting for him and realized that the glass side of the shower faced the large tub and the mirror which covered the wall above it on the wall between the shower and the tub was a long vanity with another wide mirror that went to the ceiling. "Oh man. I don't think I have ever seen so many mirrors in one room." I had never watched myself make love but the idea of seeing Chris' dark skinned body against my milky white Irish complexion and watching as he touched me all over was a complete turn on. "You like it?" He asked. "One of the reasons I am buying this place is this bathroom, I can't even think how much it must of cost the last people to do it up. I like being able to see you from all angles." He reached past me and turned on the water, adjusting the heat as I watched his every move. His body moved so easily and he was so comfortable in everything he did, I couldn't wait to draw him again and I knew I was going to get him to pose nude for me soon. Chris took a bar of herbal scented soap down and directed the water so it flowed over his shoulder and on to my breasts. I looked down as his strong dark hands lathered up the soap and then gently began to soap up my breast, stroking my nipples and lifting them up. Chris was intently staring at my body as if he could brand the site of it in his mind and I looked up and saw us reflected in the mirror across the room. I had never been someone to stare in the mirror and yet the site of us together, nude, wet and soapy made me so hot I could not stand it. I took the bar and began to soap up Chris' chest and worked my hands down to his cock as he teased his hands along my soft belly making me gasp and shiver. We laughed and teased each other as we played in the shower, using the soap as an excuse to touch and explore. Chris took me by the shoulders and turned me to the wall beside the door and had me lean against it, the feel of the still cool tile against my breasts and belly was a great contrast with the hot water and Chris' hands on my back. I turned my head and watched in the mirror as he stroked his soapy hands all over my back until he reached my ass. He soaped up his hands and put the bar down and then cupped my ass in his hands, moving them around and around, squeezing my cheeks. I felt the fingers on one hand stray to my crack and begin to slowly soap it up. I gave a little gasp and Chris stopped and waited to see what I would do. "Don't stop, that felt good." I said. Chris let his fingers slide down my crack and when he felt my puckered asshole he lightly teased it, slowing as I tensed and starting to tease more only after I relaxed enjoying the feeling of his finger pressing against it. "Have you ever had anyone fuck you in the ass baby?" Chris asked me, I shook my head no. "Want to see what it would feel like? I will go slow and if you don't like my fingers I will stop." I pushed my ass back against his hand to get his finger to press harder against my hole. "I trust you Chris, I want to try it." I felt him move a little so the water poured onto my ass more getting it nice and wet then gasped a little as his first finger began to slide in up to the first knuckle. Chris took a moment and let me adjust to the feeling of his finger, then he slowly slid it the rest of the way in. For a moment that one finger felt monstrously huge and then my body relaxed and I realized I was loving the full feeling of it. Sensing that I had relaxed Chris began to work his finger in and out of my asshole. I felt him pull back and watched in the mirror as he began to work a second finger into my tight hole. He was going slow to let me adjust but I did not want to wait and I pushed myself back onto his hand pushing his fingers deeper inside of me. I groaned as he began to fuck me with two fingers. Chris leaned over me and whispered in my ear, "I want to fuck your ass while you lean over the vanity and look at me in mirror." I nodded and told him I wanted that also. Chris took his fingers out of me and I knew I wanted him in me more then anything. "I have never watched myself having sex before." I told him. "But you make me feel so sexy and i want to watch you fuck my ass, I want to see your face as you slide into me." Chris opened the shower door and reached for a towel then started to dry me off. As he ran the towel up my back and shoulders he looked me deep in the eyes. "You are sexy Lola, you are the most sexy woman I have ever met, if no other guy has ever made you feel that way then they are idiots. I am going to make it my goal to make you realize how hot you are and never let you forget it.' I took the towel from him and wrapped my arms around him, I dried his back off as I gave him a deep lingering kiss. "I think you could do it too." Chris folded a dry towel on the vanity and kissed me then turned me towards the mirror. Off the Hook! Brad needed this party. Stress had once more reared it's ugly head and sent him into a frenzy of action. Struggling with punishing deadlines, spending long days hunched over cryptic books and vainly attempting to organize lazy workmates had left the young man feeling as worn out as a fat man's pair of tights. No amount of working out at the gym had helped to reinvigorate Brad, the only solution now was to have one hell of party, to just cut loose and get his groove on. He was suddenly shaken out of his reverie when he realized that one of his friends had addressed him, repeatedly by the sound of things. "Yo, Brad, snap the fuck out of it, man! Earth to Brad, seriously! Wakey wakey!" Freddy yammered, as we was wont to do. "This party is gonna be OFF THE HOOK, bro'! And here you are all bizzer man! Fallin' asleep on us? Shit you ain't even touched your shit, man! You got some catchin' up to do!" "Man, shut the fuck up!" Brad drawled in reply, and swiftly downed his drink; a mixture of vodka, rum and fruit soda. It was smooth and felt good. "John! Break the stuff out and let's have us another round!" On the other side of the cramped dorm room, John stood up from where he had sat slumped against a bookshelf and, with the careful steps of those who are in a chemically induced state, made his way to a glass cabinet where he kept his booze, or as Brad had put it, "the stuff". He rummaged around in the cabinet for a while and finally came over with a number of bottles, each more exotically labeled than the last. "Sheeeiit!" exclaimed Freddy, a huge toad grin splitting his narrow, bony face "You've got some hardcore shit up in this bitch, bro'! That's enough booze to float a fucking cruiser, yo!" "Yep" John replied, and unable to resist the infectious quality of Freddy's smile, flashed a broad grin of his own, lighting up his usually sombre and dark face. Brad smiled as well as he slowly stood up from John's and couch stretched greatly, brushing his fingertips against the low ceiling of John's little dorm room, before making his away across the tiny space and getting to work on refilling his glass. "Hey, John, I gotta thank you for having us over for the warmup, man! This place is pretty sweet: close to the party and full of booze." Brad said with a broad smile on his cleanly shaven face. "It ain't no thing, Brad. Also, I expect that you'll restock my cabinet" John replied and indicated his stash of "the stuff", now visibly diminished after the ravages of the thirsty trio. "Sure thing, man!" "Yeah yeah yeah, whatever dudes! You chattin' or drinkin'? Let's down these mothers and hit the road!" Freddy nattered from his seat on the corner of John's unmade bed. "He's got a point" John admitted. Brad just shrugged and held his tumbler out. "Here's to one hell of a party!" "Hell yeah!" his friends cheered in unison, before all three of them downed their final drinks and slammed the tumblers down on the table. They all stood and started to smooth out their clothes and generally get ready to head out. Brad was wearing a simple black tank-top and a pair of snugly fitting jeans. Usually he felt that it was hard to properly carry a tank-top, but tonight he felt that he could get away with it and the fact that it showed off his physique was an added bonus. He was in good shape, but not musclebound, and the lack of sleeves presented his broad shoulders well. Freddy straightened his "lucky hoodie", a piece of apparel so ancient that it had probably seen the rise and fall of the roman empire. It was covered in patches and no two were alike in shape, size or colour. The repairs had in some places gone so far that the patches had patches. Yet he swore by it and said that it gave him luck with the ladies. "Whatever floats his boat" Brad thought to himself. After a quick rummage through his closet, John decided on a simple short-sleeved shirt to go with his shorts. He was a simple dresser. "That's enough standing around, ladies!" roared Brad "Let's get this show on the road!" And with another cheer the trio set off through the night. The party, or rather, the parties were indeed, off the hook. One could go so far as to say that the hook was no longer in sight, and might in fact be on a wholly different continent. Spread across several dorm buildings, and spilling out onto the campus grounds in between, the festivities were loud, frenetic and absolutely awesome. The trio soon found themselves swept up into the partying masses and were funneled around with no real sense of direction, time or balance. The latter was no real problem though, as the bouncing bodies of young men and women were so tightly packed that falling over was simply impossible. Somehow from somewhere somebody had managed to scrounge up a cover-band that was shredding through their set list on a hastily thrown together stage, complete with stage divers. The crowd was going wild, screaming along with the singer and flinging themselves off the stage, and even off the roof of a nearby bicycle shed, to land on the upraised hands of the cheering masses. Brad watched, stupefied, as Freddy clambered up onto the stage, arms held high, hands throwing up the horns, and screaming a wordless roar throw himself onto the crowd where he was carried away. "That was fucken' awesome!" Brad yelled. "What?" John replied beside him. "AWESOME!" "Huh?" "Whatever!" "Okay!" The night went on and the three young guys moved from dorm house to dorm house. These houses seemed to have been built with partying in mind. Rather than the typical design with a straight corridor and rooms along that, these houses were built around a central, communal area that combined kitchen with dance floor. Several hours into the night, the trio found themselves on a particularly bouncing dance floor. A DJ stood on a raised dais at one end of the room and he was working frantically to deliver some fat beats. But suddenly, music took a back seat in Brad's mind as his dark eyes locked onto a sight that came dangerously close to taking his breath away. She was tall, maybe head and shoulders shorter than him, and slim. Slim but not skinny, she had shapes in all the right places, and dressed to accentuate it. With a pair of low cut jean shorts that ended midthigh and a white and green striped spaghetti tank top she was a picture of young, nubile sexiness. With a hungry smile he also noted that she was not wearing a bra. Brad's eyes hungrily lapped up the sight of her, taking in her long, finely toned legs and how her mane of fiery red hair, the colour of burnished copper, fell in lazy ringlets down her bare, shapely shoulders. The young woman's skin was exquisitely pale, not the pallor of those who avoid the sun, but a rich, creamy tone that looked as smooth as silk. Brad felt a stirring in his pants at the very sight of this wonderful creature. His eyes felt drawn to her strikingly green, large orbs, and in the instant that their gazes met something primal and animalistic passed between them. The pounding, tribal music disappeared into a background buzz as a single thought emerged and dominated Brad's slightly fuzzy brain: "I've got to get over there, I gotta go to her... I've got to have her." Brad was dimly aware of John and Freddy tagging along behind him as he smoothly wound his way through the dancing throng. Before long he was standing before the flame headed beauty, her pretty face turned up towards his with an expression of... curiosity? Lust? He didn't know. They exchanged words, but if anybody had later asked him what had been said he wouldn't be able to answer. What Brad could remember was that suddenly he went blind, and that he felt something warm and soft pressing against his mouth. His body understood before he did and responded in kind; the young pairs' lips crashing together in a fiery kiss. Brad circled her narrow waist with his strong arms and felt how she pressed her lithe body against him, felt her deliciously soft breasts pressing against his upper abdomen. He moved one hand up along her arched back and gripped her neck in a firm, but gentle grip, locking her mouth to his. She didn't resist, to the contrary she fell into the kiss even further, her full lips parting eagerly. Brad gently sucked on her ripe lower lip, and somehow managed to hear her little moan over the sound of the pounding music. In return she playfully nipped his lips, eliciting a sharp gasp of surprise, pain and most of all, pleasure, from Brad. Not one to be one-upped he moved his lips lower and brushed them against the tender, ivory skin of the pale beauty's neck. He bit down, softly, into that sensitive spot and was rewarded by another moan. She felt Brad's lips form a satisfied smile against the side of her neck. Without warning somebody in the dancing crowd bumped against the entangled pair and sent both of them crashing against a bookshelf set against the wall. They didn't even flinch. Breathing deep the smell of her coppery hair, the lusty young man slowly started to slide his hand up the outside of the equally lusty young woman's tank top. As his mouth worked her neck and sensitive earlobe, now gently kissing, now playfully biting, his roving hand cupped a breast that was an ample handful. Meeting no resistance to his advances he swiftly slid the exploring hand up under the barrier of cloth and slid his eager paw across the silky smooth skin of her taut stomach. As his fingers closed on their sought prize, Brad felt the fiery young woman tangle her small hands in his shortly cropped hair, pulling his head up, their lips once more meeting in a hungry kiss. The young man's eagerly roving hand sought out her erect nipple, eliciting small gasps of pleasure as his dextrous fingers found their mark. The earlier stirrings in his pants had now moved on to a fully fledged erection that strained at his jeans. At that moment something came over Brad. Maybe it was the pounding music, the animal sounds of pleasure emanating from the woman in his arms, or just a culmination of sexual tension and stress or maybe all the above. With his eyes still closed, he dipped his head down low, and with one hand firmly gripping the front of her tank top, pulled it up to reveal her shapely breasts, exposing them to his hungry mouth. He swiftly took one erect nipple in his mouth, his free hand working the other. His tongue flickered like a flame across the sensitive nipple, it's shape and size resembling a raspberry so ripe it begged to be eaten. And with such a thought in mind Brad let his teeth gently play over the tasty treat. His lips formed a smile against her smooth breast as his ministrations were rewarded by a quick gasp of pleasure. The fact that they were standing at the edge of a crowd of dancing youths, dancing witnesses, did nothing to deter them. Finally, opening his eyes, Brad spied a worthy prize behind the ivory skinned woman: a vacant couch. Easily maneuvering her towards it, her hands still entangled in his hair, the strong young man lowered her onto the couch and straddled her. Once more he found his head pulled up and his lips assaulted most pleasurably by her fiery advancements. Her small, sharp teeth nipping at his lips, her hot tongue intertwining with his own. Brad stayed there for a long while, savoring the passionate kisses, the exotic taste of her mouth. While their mouths busied themselves the young pairs' hands roamed. Brad felt a small hand rub across his hairy chest and soon found his nipple twisted in a fashion not unpleasant. Not long after he felt her other hand hungrily stroke his straining bulge. In return he slid his hand down across the hot skin of her stomach and cupped the front of her jean shorts. She squirmed against his hand, grinding herself against him. Moving his mouth to once more tease her smooth neck, Brad worked his hand down the front of her snug shorts and down the front of her panties. He felt neatly trimmed hair brush against his sensitive fingertips as he reached his moist goal. The fiery young woman's lower set of lips were invitingly soft and slick with the juices of lust when Brad's roving hand slid across their sensitive surface. Unable to restrain himself he slowly slid a finger up her wet cave. It was soon followed by another and he started to pump his digits rhythmically. The redheaded beauty moaned quite openly, and many an eyebrow was raised in the dancing crowd at the sight of the entwined pair. "How does that feel?" Brad managed to gasp between fierce kisses. "Good" She breathed in reply "More?" "Yes" He complied. As his agile fingers worked her wet crack, Brad's mouth worked her lips and neck, kissing, licking, sucking and on occasion biting gently. "What's your name?" The beauty asked, her voice a husky whisper, almost inaudible over the din of the party. "Brad" came the muffled reply. "Annah" "Annah, wanna take this somewhere more private?" Brad managed to ask between gasps for air as Annah kissed his breath away. "Yes..." her voice was heavy with lust. The, now quite inflamed, young man slid his pumping fingers out of Annah and swiftly sucked the sweet juices off of his sticky digits. "My place ain't far." "Yes" Brad couldn't remember the trip back to his dorm, but he did remember carrying a squealing Annah over his shoulder, her sharp little teeth digging into his exposed lower back, as he fumbled the door to his dorm room open. Stumbling into the tiny space he kicked the door shut behind him and almost ran to his bed, where he unceremoniously dumped the giggling redhead. Tearing his tank top off and flinging it across the room the panting young man fell to his knees before the lounging, firehaired woman. With a low, animal, growl at the back of his throat Brad furiously set to work on releasing Annah from her constricting shorts. She attempted to help, but they just ended up tangling their fingers together. After some effort, and a lot of giggling, Brad managed dislodge his trapped digits. The impatient man then swiftly moved the giggling woman's hands aside and roughly ripped her shorts open, spraying buttons across the room. Annah squealed in shock and delight, and soon dissolved into more giggles as Brad pulled the torn piece of apparel off her and flung it over his shoulder. Annah was wearing a simple pair of white cotton panties and her arousement was as obvious as the dark patch on their front. Still growling softly, much to the apparent amusement of the aroused young woman, Brad gripped the front edge of Annah's underwear with his teeth and, smiling widely around the white material, slowly eased them down her long, smooth legs. Brad's smile widened further at the view that was revealed. "I see you've rolled out the red carpet for me, babe." He said, his gaze rising to met Annah's pale green eyes. Her only reply was to smile invitingly. An invitation that Brad couldn't refuse. Snapping his eyes back down to that enticing patch of red hair, neatly trimmed to resemble a downward pointing triangle the pussy hungry young man felt his cock strain, almost painfully, against his snug pants. He followed the triangle down to the pale beauty's full, ripe labia. Her excitement had flushed them, colouring them a gentle rose hue, and they shone wetly, beckoningly. The entranced young man slid one hand up Annah's slender leg as he lowered his head, allowing him to brush his lips against that deliciously red bush, to take in the rich scent of her pleasure. He reveled in the feel of trimmed hair tickling his sensitive skin. His strong hand gently massaged the inside of the softly panting woman's knee as he moved his tongue around the outer edges of the crimson triangle. Slowly he slid his probing tongue down to suddenly, swiftly flick across her inflamed lips, eliciting a sudden intake of breath. His questing appendage continued to roam across her rosy lips, sliding slowly along the outer edges before, without warning, flickering up along her wet cleft. Annah's panting started to pick up as Brad worked his tongue in ever faster, ever tighter swirls across the outside of her sensitive, swollen lips, smiling all the while as he exulted in the results of his handiwork. "How do you like that?" Brad started to ask before suddenly having his head slammed into Annah's wet crack. He felt small hands, digging almost painfully into his hair, pressing his face into that sweetly scented cavern. "Do me proper, and do me now!" Annah growled, her voice husky with lust. "Oh, you bet'ya!" the pussy breathing man tried to say, but what Annah heard sounded more like "Ohmuummf". Brad's tongue started digging in deep between the thick, rosy lips, savoring the flavor of her as he burrowed deep. The panting woman threw back her head and bit her full lower lip to keep from groaning loudly. Brad slid his free hand up to the dripping, wet opening and slowly slid one finger in while moving his tongue out. Flattening his tongue, he started to mop it across the wet lips, lapping up their sweet juices as he added another finger to the excavation. He started to lick in upward moving strokes, ending each sweet trip with a flick at Annah's sweet spot, the all important button of flesh. Each flick across her engorged clit caused the fierce woman to squeal in delight, and her breathing was now fast and frantic as Brad picked up the pace of his ministrations. He couldn't hold back moans of his own as his tongue moved at an incredible pace, seeming to cover the entirety of Annah's sopping wet pussy at all times. Leaving mercy behind, Brad moved his attention wholly to the pink clit, flickering his tongue back and forth, side to side, up and down and in any other directional combination that he could think of. Before long Annah was shuddering violently, her long legs shivering as she neared an explosive orgasm. Never letting up, the hard working young man ramped up the movements of his tongue, and feeling that thick muscle start to tire, carefully added his teeth to the party. Luckily he didn't have to go on that much longer as Annah clenched her hands, still in his hair, and pressed his face hard against her. Head still thrown back, red hair falling down her arched back, the orgasming woman let out a primal sound that was somewhere between scream and moan. Face pressed against her wet lips and crushed between smooth legs, Brad clearly felt her quaking body buck wildly, and absently started thinking that he might choke down here. Not a bad way to go. Finally, Annah regained her senses enough to release Brad from his, not entirely unenjoyable, imprisonment. She smiled sheepishly at him, a playful twinkle in her large eyes. "You always this loud?" Brad graveled when he managed to regain his breath. "No, It's not always I get eaten out so well..." she replied, her sheepish smile widening and taking on an appreciative tone. "Well then..." and with those words the gasping man took a deep breath and dove right back in, much to the delight of Annah who once more threw back her head in pure enjoyment. No longer able to ignore the pressure in his pants, Brad started to undo the buttons at the front of his jeans, all the while working his tongue wetly in Annah's dripping slit. Finally having defeated the obstacle of his button-fly, no easy feat with fingers slick with the hot juices of lust, he firmly grabbed the redhead's arms, ceasing their clutching at his head, causing her squeals of delight to take on a tone of surprise. Brad straightened up from his oral attentions, bulge now even more visible as his pants fell away to reveal his tight, grey boxers. Annah quickly caught on, and wiggled her arms free from the erect young man's, now loose, grip. With a smooth move she pulled her tank top over her head and threw it aside, revealing her jiggling breasts. The sight of those heaving mammaries, invitingly pink nipples erect, aerola flushed the same rose shade as her lower lips, sent Brad into a lust-fueled feeding frenzy. Swelling erection momentarily forgotten, he leaned down towards Annah, one hand gripping her waist, his other hand sliding along her smooth stomach to cup a soft, but also firm breast. Still holding on to that sweet orb of flesh, he hungrily mouthed the other one. Sucking on that firm tit, his tongue working the nipple as his teeth softly teased it. He then also, not all that ungently, massaged the one still in his grip. His fingers tweaked Annah's large, engorged nipple as he bit down on the other one. The fiery beauty leaned back, resting on her elbows, full lips parting soundlessly, eyes closed. Brad growled softly as he alternated between the two pear shaped godsends, constantly pleasuring both in one way or another. Off the Hook! Brad was roughly reminded of his everstraining erection when Annah snuck one hand down to stroke his swollen shaft through his boxers. The smile playing across her full lips widened greatly, and a hungry glint entered her green eyes. "My... aren't you a big boy!" She breathed hotly. "Yeah? I'll show you big..." Brad softly said in reply, reluctantly releasing a pale breast from between his lips. Suiting words to action, he grabbed the top of his boxers and quickly slid them down his muscled legs, kicking them aside. Annah's big eyes widened with delight and a small measure of trepidation as she gazed upon the meaty shaft that sprung forth. Brad's thick cock stood straight, parallel to his body. She followed the veins from the engorged glans down to the heavily hanging balls. "Wow" was all that she finally said, but it summed up her feelings pretty well. Without giving her any more time to think, Brad moved forward, grabbing her waist and with an easy move flipped her around, eliciting surprised giggles from the horny redhead. For a moment the lusty young man took in the sight of Annah's perfect ass. Smooth, pale skin, and full, rounded cheeks that he couldn't resist. Bending low he bit down once, drawing out the moment, enjoying the low moan that the inflamed woman emitted. Straightening up he grabbed Annah's slim waist again and lifted her into a position that had her resting on all fours. He then moved forward and placed his right foot with it's heel against her right knee, leaving his left foot on the floor. Annah turned around, raising an arched, crimson eyebrow at him questioningly, her green eyes curious. He just smiled in return and smacked her firm butt for good measure. She grinned. Having put off the moment long enough Brad gripped his veiny shaft with one hand and maneuvered it forward to nose carefully at Annah's still drippingly wet pussy. She felt the broad, blunt head start to press her lips aside and closed her eyes in anticipation. "Oh!" she squeaked, eyes popping open, as Brad started to enter her from behind, and the sound dragged on, elongating as he slowly plunged deeper. Releasing his dick, he grabbed the pale beauty's firm buttcheeks and bent down low, his body parallel to her back. He pressed deeper. With one quick move he moved one hand to grab a pale shoulder and bent down the final distance to her tender neck which he promptly kissed. Finally he felt his pelvis press against Annah's wet opening, his cock now fully enveloped by her silky smooth, hot embrace. In reply to this Annah threw her head back, tossing her fiery hair in Brad's face. Before she could utter a single sound Brad met her mouth with his, smothering any forthcoming sounds of ecstasy as their tongues met and intertwined. Now he released the beast long pent up, now he threw away all restrictions. Still holding her soft lips against his, he tightened his grip on her slim shoulder and firm cheek and swiftly pulled better part of his wet cock out of her tight embrace, leaving only his swollen glans. In a single move he rammed his full length back in and felt Annah moan, or try to, into his mouth. Picking up the pace he started to passionately pump his shaft in and out of her hot pussy, each move rewarded with the sound of her wet crack sucking noisily around his shaft. She broke free from Brad's lips long enough to groan loudly at his hard shafting, before being caught in his fierce, fiery kisses once more. The leverage he gained by placing his feet so far apart allowed him to empower each thrust greatly, sending his sizable sack slapping against her lips with each slam. Brad started to relent, but Annah, quite ungently, bit down on his lower lip and glared at him, her green eyes afire, dispelling any thoughts of slowing down. Grinning wickedly at this, the thrusting man sped up his thrusts, his long shaft almost blurring as he pumped furiously. The speed was such that the rich, creamy juices that coated Brad's cock started to froth and drip onto the bed and floor. That is to say the juices that weren't being splattered across his lower abdomen and Annah's round cheeks. Releasing the redhead's lips from his own, Brad moved his mouth to nibble the curve where her slender neck met her shoulder. Her mouth now unrestricted, Annah moaned loudly, each ecstatic outburst in time with the furious thrusts of Brad's pumping hips. "Oh, yeah! Just like that!" She attempted to say, but as her body started convulsing in the grips of another orgasm, albeit a milder one this time, the only sound that exited her ripe, parted lips was a long, low groan. "Urgh" Was all that Brad could utter in reply as he felt the smooth, soft walls of her tight pussy squeeze around his thick erection. Clamping down on his own rising orgasm, he could do nothing but bend down lower, the hair on his chest brushing against Annah's smooth back, and hold on for the ride. The clinging man could only grunt as the orgasming woman's wet opening spasmodically massaged his throbbing member, could only hold on tight to her shuddering, sweat slicked body. At last Annah's shudderings started to abate, and then finally cease. She turned around and smiled at Brad's pained, concentrated expression, and rolled her hips alluringly, grinding her firm ass against his pelvis. Finding some hidden inner source of resolve and discipline, Brad encircled Annah's slim waist with his strong arms and with a mighty grunt, cock still deeply embedded in her, turned himself around, swinging a squealing Annah along, so that he ended sitting on the edge of the bed, the giggling beauty sitting on his lap, facing away. With more grunting, and some entanglement of limbs, he also managed to turn her around to face him, her long legs circling his waist, arms resting on his broad shoulders. Her wonderful breasts hung just before his face, and he instinctively started sucking on one firm tit. Annah leaned down and gently bit Brad's ear, her breath hot on the side of his face, as he hungrily mouthed her magnificent mammaries. Slowly easing his hips off of the bed, Brad started to once more pump his hips. The pale, redheaded woman had other ideas though and roughly pushed the pumping man down onto the bed, her breast leaving his mouth with a wet "pop!" and firmly grabbed his shoulders. Placing her feet just so she looked down onto Brad's face and smiled. "My turn" She whispered. He nodded and smiled widely. Brad leaned back, resting his hands on Annah's beautiful buttocks, kneading her firm buns. She raised her arms over her head, slowly leaning her head back, as she started to ride Brad's disco pole. Her hips undulated sinuously, grinding curvy circles against the widely smiling man. Not even he could resist throwing his head back as well as the intensity of her grinding increased. "Yes" he moaned "Yes..." higher thought processes completely lost as most of the blood in his brain rushed to further engorge his smoothly enveloped cock. Annah started to move her hips up and down, aided by Brad's hands. Her hot embrace moved along his thick shaft, rubbing the increasingly sensitive, veiny surface. Unable to restrain himself, the baser functions taking control, Brad started to, once more, pump his hips, thrusting his shaft in countertime to Annah's movements. Each thrust upwards meeting her descending pussy, ending each meeting with a satisfying, wet sound. She snapped her head forward in an explosion of red hair and gave Brad a playfully reproachful look. He grinned widely in reply and thrust all the faster, feeling his balls tighten up as his orgasm climbed nearer. The thrusting man leaned forward and once more mouthed Annah's breasts, alternating working her raspberry nipples with his teeth with flickerings of his hot tongue. "I'm close, Annah... I can't hold on much longer..." he moaned, voice muffled by her sweet tits. "Just a bit more, keep going, don't stop!" She panted in his ear, voice close to desperation. "Why does this happen to me?" Brad wondered to himself, feeling a certain sense of deja vu. He could once more feel the telltale signs of her orgasm, the shuddering, the panting, and also, quite unmistakeably, the clenching of the pussy! "Ergh" he grunted, feeling his cum rising like the mercury in a thermometer. "Seriously, Annah, I can't hold on!" She squealed something unintelligible as she bucked against him, full breasts rubbing against his face, smothering his protests. With sheer willpower Brad managed to keep his impending explosion in check, just short of boiling point. Annah finally came to her senses and gracefully slid off of Brad's impressive cock, the shaft leaving her wet embrace with a long sucking sound that ended with a wet, resounding "SPLAT!" as his cock smacked against his stomach. She knelt on the floor and firmly grasped his shaft, which she mercilessly started stroking, pulling his foreskin back and forth over the incredibly swollen glans, it's sensitive skin having turned a deep red that bordered on purple. Brad was beyond words and just grunted wordlessly as Annah's small, pale hands worked along his slick, slippery shaft. "Don't hold back, stud. Give me that hot, milky cum! Cum for me, baby!" Her litany went on, her tones hushed, lusty, her voice low and smoky. "Cum" she repeated. He did. With a quiet breath, more akin to a silent gasp, and a great feeling of vacuum, Brad finally came. Annah didn't even begin to let up her ministrations as the first, thick, white rope shot forth. If anything she stroked faster, more furiously. The first shot landed across her full, smiling lips, and was soon licked away by a flickering, pink tongue, but not before the next had landed on her cheek. It was close to a continuous flow as he unloaded, balls tight to his juddering shaft. His creamy load was spread thickly from Annah's chin down to her breasts, thick drops falling from the former to the latter. Lips still wide in a smile, Annah licked Brad's broad, blunt glans clean and sucked it gently, before looking up at him with her exquisite, green eyes and saying "Look at the mess you made!" Her smile turning into a mischievous grin. Brad smiled tiredly in response, but staggered slightly to the side, finally being hit by all the alcohol he imbibed earlier that night, and the fact that he was now quite exhausted. The next thing he remembered was waking up to the sun shining through the blinds on his window. He noticed, through the fuzzy filter that covered his brain, that Annah was nowhere to be seen. When he finally, groggily managed to get up from his bed, and convince the world to stop spinning, something on his desk caught his eye. Shuffling over to it he examined the items of interest: a note and Annah's torn shorts. Lifting both he read the note. On it was a mobile number and the words "You owe me a new pair of shorts, stud!" followed by a winking smiley and a heart. Brad looked at the torn jean shorts in his hand and chuckled to himself. And instantly regretted it as the laughter sent him rushing for his toilet; it was time for morning communion at the porcelain altar. Off The Hook As I leaned forward and got comfortable he reached into a drawer for a tube of lube. "Are you sure about this hon? I don't ever want you to do anything you don't want to just to make me happy." I smiled at him in the mirror. "Sweetie you bring out the kinky wild side of me and I love it, I want to do everything we can." To prove my point I wiggled my ass at him. He grinned as he poured some of the lube onto his hand and said, "Well then baby I am going to make you feel so good and turn you on so much you are going to want to fuck in front of the mirror all the time." I felt his fingers again tease my asshole but instead of just water the slippery lube made the first one slide in easily, then the second. Chris fingered ass for a bit then added more lube, the cool gel made me gasp as it slid down his fingers to my hole but the feeling was sexy and naughty and made me wiggle again. I felt him work a third finger into my tight hole and the spreading feeling was making me weak in the knees. Finally Chris pulled his fingers out my ass and I saw in the mirror that he had used his other hand to cover his swollen cock with more lube until it shined sticky and wet. I had known from feeling him fill my pussy to the brink that his cock was perfect but now it seemed so huge and I wondered if I could actually take in my virgin ass without being torn apart. Chris looked down at his cock as he guided it to my hole and then as it lay there right against the edge barely pushing in he looked up at me in the mirror and smiled this sexy little smile that pulled at my heart. "Ready?" He asked. For the answer I stared him the eyes in the mirror and then I pushed back against him, the head of his cock pushed against my puckered hole that had felt so open just moments before and now felt as if it could never let anything in it but I didn't let it stop me. Chris held my eyes in the mirror and his face had such a look of desire and pleasure that I gasped and relaxed and felt the head of his cock push past the rim of my hole. He held off for a moment and then slowly began to push himself into me. I was transfixed by the sight of him behind me, by the feeling of my ass being split open, my the look in his eyes and suddenly I realized he had filled me completely, his cock all the way inside of me. He held if there for a moment and then tossed his head so that some of his hair fell over his shoulder and began to slowly pull out of me. The site of that amazing hair had been the first thing to really transfix me about Chris and now the site of it again had me hotter then ever. I felt him pull out almost all of the way and then slide into me again slowly, he did this another seven or eight times then pulled almost all the way out. "How is it? Do you like it?" He asked me. I grinned and tried to push myself back against him but he was teasing me and would not let me force him deeper. "Yes! I love it, I love everything you have done to me and I love the feel of you in my ass. Don't stop!" I demanded. Chris grabbed my hips and slammed himself deep inside of me making me cry out and squirm. "Oh yeah you love it don't you bad girl?" He pounded deeper and harder as I cried out yes. "You are going to be my very own bad girl aren't you?" He sped up pounding into my ass, I had never felt so full, so wildly aroused as when I watched him staring at me in the mirror with possessive eyes. I began to shake and moan. "Two days are not going to be enough Lola." Chris said as he slowed down and repeatedly pulled almost out of me only to slam his cock deep into my ass, filling me over and over. I caught my breath as I waited to hear what he would say. "I guess you are stuck with me baby cause I am not going to leave you alone, once I find something great I stay around." "Good 'cause I'm not going to let you go either baby." I said to him. He smiled and lifted a hand and brought it down on the side of my ass. The feel of it on my still slightly tender ass pushed me over the edge and I started to shake and moan. "Fuck, fuck, yeah, oh fuck, don't stop, don't you dare stop damn it." I howled as my orgasm ripped through me. I had lost count of how many I had since we had started but I knew this was going to be a mind blower. I thrashed and shook, throwing my head back as my orgasm began to cascade into a multiple, shockwave after shockwave ripped through my body and I clamped down with the muscles in my ass so tight that Chris could barely move. "Oh yeah baby, cum for me, cum for me. God you are amazing, com'on baby let go scream for me.' Chris said as he slammed into me one last time and started to cum in my ass. I could feel the spasms of his cock shooting my ass full of cum and it drove me insane. I began to scream and wail, tossing my head around as the last of my orgasm hit me like a tidal wave. I lay my head on the marble vanity and just shook as Chris stroked my back and let himself slip out of my ass. I stood there collapse over the vanity trying to catch my breath as i heard Chris turning the shower back on. I felt him take me by the arm and lead me to the steaming shower. He wrapped his arms around me and held me up under the flow of the water and then lifted my head to kiss me. "So you think you can stand have me around for a while? Maybe a long while?" He said as he began to soap me up again. I stood there and felt totally safe in his arms, I kissed him again and wrapped my arms around his neck. "Oh hell yeah."