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Red Hot

By: tweetybird



She pulled into the parking lot of the motel. His car was already there. She found a parking spot and waited for a minute. Her cell phone rang and she picked up the call. 

"Hey there" his voice came over the phone, "is your erotic mind ready to drive me wild?"

"My mind and something else," she laughed. "I'm here in the parking lot, what room are you in"

"117" was his reply.

She quickly found the room and went inside. He was laying across the bed totally naked with a hard-on that was throbbing hot. 

He looked at her in amazement. He thought he knew who she was, but sometimes like now, he wondered if he would ever really know her

She wrote erotica as a hobby, her occupation was much more subdued, she spent her days working in the health care profession. No one would ever guess what ran through her mind as she tended to her job. Nor would they guess by looking at her what her "other" life was like. Her hair was cut short, fashionable but easy to care for, deep blue eyes, a round body, with nice breasts for a woman of a mature age. In general she looked like the average person you would meet at the grocery store. She could be your neighbor, your child's teacher, the clerk at Wal-mart. 

In the next few seconds she was about to transform from an ordinary woman to a vixen who would satisfy his every desire. He hoped he would do the same for her. They were both married, to someone else. Their respective spouses just did not have the same sex drive that they did. 

She leaned over his naked body and kissed him. Her tongue parting his lips and snaking into his mouth. His arms encircled her and he pulled her down on the bed with him, turning her on her back so that he controlled the kiss. His hand pulled her blouse up out of her skirt. Quickly he slide his hand underneath on her clothing and touched the lace of her bra. He pinched her nipple through the bra and was rewarded with a low moan from her throat. 

He unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off of her. He bra was white lace. He could see her pink nipples standing out and put his mouth to one sucking on it through the fabric. He pulled at her skirt, it slide down her legs and wound up in a pile on the floor. She had thigh high stockings on. No garter belt, she told him that she didn't think they were becoming on a woman of her size. Looking at her stockinged legs, feet still encased in the black pumps she wore, he thought that she just might have a point there. The stockings ended at mid thigh and from there to her bra she was totally naked. 

He parted her legs and looked at her pussy. Red hairs curled all around the lips covering her mound but not able to hide the tip of her clit that poked out between her pussy lips. He loved looking at her. Just the sight of her red hairs, pink pussy lips and her parting her legs for him to see her turned him on beyond belief. 

"MMMMmm you look good enough to eat" he said.

"Well I wouldn't want you to feel like you can't sample the menu." she laughed.

His head went between her legs and his tongue licked at her slit. Up and down, sometimes he let the tip of his tongue dart inside of her. His hands held her legs apart and he was using only his tongue to eat her sweet pussy. It was like lapping honey from a spoon. It wasn't long until her hips were moving pushing more and more of her pusssy in his face. He sat up a bit, positioning his body to keep her legs wide apart for him. He slid one finger inside of her and began rolling it in tiny circles. He heard her gasp as he changed the movement to an in and out pumping, fucking her with his finger. She was so wet, he could see the drops of moisture on her. He put two more fingers inside of her and continued to thrust in and out of her. His mouth and lips tightened around her clit and he began sucking on it, like it was a tiny cock. 

He felt her body start to buck underneath him, her moans becoming louder, until he heard her say "Now darlin' now, I'm cumming". Her love juiced pouted out of her pussy and he licked them up not missing a single drop. Sipping from her body the fluids that her passion released. 

"I want to fuck you, now baby." he breathed into her ear.

He helped her roll onto her stomach, dragging her down so that her pussy was accessible to him from the rear. She still had the stockings and heels on and his hands rubbed her ass as he took in the view. He could smell her cum, as he reached down to get some in his had to rub on her ass. 

His hand went next to his own cock. The head swollen, the shaft throbbing, his balls aching for release. He held it in his hand stroking a few times, though he was already plenty hard enough for penetration. Slowly he entered her open pussy. He heard her moans and his own sounds of delight joined in. He began to pump into her just a slow steady rhythm. Her pussy pulled him in, she was so tight and hot that it felt as if he had slipped his cock inside a smooth leather glove. Again he looked down at her ass, his cock buried deep within her pussy. He pulled all the way out of her and with one thrust entered her asshole with his cock. A couple of thrusts in her ass and then back again to her pussy.

Her body shook with orgasm after orgasm as he fucked both of her holes at the same time. Now deep in her ass, he knew she had to have cum six times while he fucked her, he found his own release. Hot milky white cum filled her ass as he shot into her. He cried out in relief and joy as his cum flooded her body. Then collapsed on top of her as he was totally spent.

It must have been a couple hours later when he awoke. He knew that they had both drifted off to sleep after their lovemaking. He felt her gentle hands on his cock, warm wash cloth and soap as she washed him clean. Her hands caressed his balls, fondling them gently as she cleaned him. Putting the wash cloth down she climbed over him so that she had no trouble in reaching his cock or balls with her mouth. He felt her slide a pillow underneath his hips and knew that she could now reach his asshole as well. He closed his eyes. 

"Suck me darlin, I love it when you do that", he said to her.

She said nothing at all her tongue already at work in his asshole. One hand on his balls, one hand on his cock, and her tongue up his ass. His cock was as hard as a rock again. He felt her tongue glide over his balls. Her mouth taking them in one at a time. So warm, so good, his body completely relaxed into hers, as he enjoyed the sensations she was giving to his body. Her hands crawled up his chest rubbing his nipples. 

Her hand was stroking his cock, while her tongue moved in tiny flickers under it's swollen head. She sucked the head into her mouth her tongue moving along the shaft now. More and more of his cock was in her mouth until it was buried to the hilt in her throat. 

He couldn't help it he began to move his hip, fucking her mouth. She took him, every inch. He could feel the cum boiling in his balls. 

"I'm going to cum baby," he gasped, "can I cum in your mouth?"

Again no answer just a continuance of her mouth on his cock. His body stiffened and he released into her. Her mouth was slightly open and he could see his cum dripping down her chin. His legs were weak from the intensity of his cum and he was shocked to suddenly find her on top of him. 

She opened her mouth slightly and he could see the white liquid still in her mouth. Her lips moved to his and her kiss deepened. Her tongue slipped between his lips and he tasted his cum and her kisses. He moaned and in doing so opened his mouth wider. She deepened her kisses transferring his cum from her mouth to his then back again. 

Soon he began returning her kisses, they had ingested his cum together. He liked the sensation. Once again he pulled her to his body, holding her close and lightly touching her hair until sleep overtook them both.

Red Hot



Copyright © 1996 

I also take great pleasure from my work life, where I get to meet and socialize with many fascinating people. My business calls on me to consult with organizations that want to improve the decor of their offices. Normally, this means businesses and office complexes that want to make their sterile cubicles and hallways more human and hospitable. When the principal of an elementary school in my area called to ask about my services, I was genuinely surprised. I wouldn't have thought that schools would be able to afford the art work and fine appointments that are usually the basis of my advice. But he explained that a group of local artists had volunteered to donate their paintings and sculptures. The principal (John) felt there needed to be a consultant to help select from the available works and fit them into the existing environment of the school building.

At this point in the conversation, I was figuring out how to tactfully let him know that this wasn't the job for me. I envisioned paint-by-number seascapes, popsicle-stick sculpture, and Elvis-on-black-velvet... and I didn't want to be the arbiter of this kind of pseudo-art. But before I could give voice to my refusal, John started to list a few of the artists that had offered to donate their pieces. Somehow, this small community in rural New England had attracted a loosely-knit colony of accomplished masters of the visual arts. I was intrigued by the possibility of working with these people, and the concept of incorporating great and challenging art works into the backdrop for young students' education was alluring. When the principal asked me what I would charge for consulting, I tapped into the more generous side of my personality, and offered to serve the school on a gratis basis. After all, these artists were willing to trade in the five- and six-digit prices that their works could normally fetch on the open market, for the gratification of helping the school. Who was I to ask for more?

As a way to warm-up to the project, I asked John if I could come for a visit to the school, to see the building and meet some of the teachers. It is a tenet of my business that the people who occupy a building are really my clients, and I always seek to determine what they want.

When the day arrived for my visit to the school, I awoke an hour before my alarm was set to go off. I lay there in bed for a while trying to fall back asleep, but I could tell that it wasn't going to be possible. Normally, I'm a sound sleeper. When I have insomnia, I know from experience that it is because something is troubling me. I knew what it was. The prospect of going to an elementary school put me out of my comfort zone. My active sexual life, and my inclination to fantasize graphically about the people I meet, was completely at odds with the situation I would be in. Without any equivocation, I draw the line sexually when it comes to underage kids. I was lying in bed worrying about how to control my impulses in this inappropriate context. With time on my hands, I decided to take the edge off my natural high- pitched lustful appetite. With no partner to help me out, I took matters into my own hands. From the bedside stand, I took out a printout of a story that a had been written for me by a fan of my stories. With the dawn's soft light illuminating the words, I read this man's well-written fantasy of how we got together, and how we engaged in the most energetic and kinky sexual games. The second half of the story focused on how he pulled his long, hard cock out of my grasping cunt and slowly snaked it into my asshole.

This writer knew in advance that I am not inclined toward real anal sex. My experiments in this area have been totally unsuccessful, involving discomfort and pain. Pain is not something that I think of as sexual and exhilarating. But he also knew that I like a bit of teasing around the edges of my asshole, and that I was fascinated by the fact that being fucked in the ass works wonders for at least a few women. So his story got me worked up very quickly. I propped myself up on an elbow, and held the pages in my left hand, as my right hand wormed into the tight space between the mattress and my hips. As usual, I was sleeping in the nude, so my fingers were able to find the accessible objective between my thighs. My level of arousal was evident by the slippery moisture that lubricated the inner folds of my labia. As his story built gradually to its climax, my fingers insinuated themselves more and more insistently into those puffy flaps of skin, chasing and trapping the hard nub of clitoral flesh. Instinctively, my hips began to rise and fall against the resistance of my hand and the mattress. As the fictitious man in the story reached his orgasm, stimulated by my mythically compliant asshole, clutching and pulsing around his throbbing cock, my own very real orgasm soared from a gentle pianissimo into a full-blown crescendo. My face burrowed into the papers while my fingers strummed over my clitoris, struggling to keep contact as my hips humped and pumped uncontrollably.

Two hours later, I was on-site at the school, getting a tour of the facility. My masturbatory therapy had worked wonderfully, for I was now in the appropriate frame of mind for the task and the setting. And I was fascinated by the challenge that it presented. It was a very new building, basically well designed but too clean and cold for my tastes. Many of the walls stretched up 10 or 15 feet, and were decorated on the lower portion with the product of the youngster's art classes. But above the six-foot line, it was nothing but silver-gray cinder block-lots of space to showcase the masterworks that I chose from the studios of the artists. Occasionally, John and I would stop in to a classroom. To my untrained and unaccustomed eyes, each of these rooms appeared to be a chaotic storm of pandemonium, but John proudly gave me an overview of the educational philosophy of the school, and I started to see how much learning and productive activity was taking place in the midst of the seeming chaos. And the smiles on the kids' faces were contagious, infecting me with the enthusiasm and idealism that pervade the whole place.

My world is inhabited almost entirely by adults, both in my work and play. So this was such a different environment for me. As John and I whisked from room to room, I was fascinated by the behaviors and attitudes of the kids. I was introduced to the teachers in each class, but they didn't make much of an impression on me..., until we entered Polly Trinka's third grade classroom. In the center of a swarming mass of 8 year olds was a stunningly beautiful and serene woman. Polly Trinka was thin and tall, and her natural charisma was almost instantly apparent to me. Above and beyond all the things that registered on my consciousness in those first moments, it was her hair that really knocked me out. It was the most radiant shade of orange-red that I had ever seen on a person, almost as if the swirling strands were composed of burning embers in a campfire, lit from within by the fiery heat.

John must have noticed my interest in Polly's classroom; when we left her room and entered the relative quiet of the hallway, he remarked that she was clearly the most beloved and effective teacher in the school. All the parents want to get their children into her class, the kids get the highest scores on standardized tests, and the other teachers and administrators respected her so much that she was asked to be principal a few years ago. It was only the fact that she refused the promotion-preferring to keep her hands-on connection with the kids-that made John's administrative appointment possible.

John went on for a few minutes elaborating Polly's attributes. When I finally got the chance to respond, I said "It's obvious that she has something special going on, and the one thing you didn't mention about her must be the thing that everyone notices first."

"Oh, you mean her hair, don't you?" John said. "It really is amazing isn't it....?" And his voice trailed off in embarrassment. I could tell by John's gushing description of Polly that he was an admirer, and in a way that was more than just professional. And I had already noticed that John was not married (to be honest, I check out the left hand of most men that I meet within a few minutes!). Similarly, I had also seen that Polly did wear a wedding band. I had to wonder what it was like for her husband, living with someone so seemingly perfect and esteemed? There were obvious aspects of her personality that her friends saw as being "nice." But for someone who had to live with her, she might be perceived as prudish, condescending and orthodox. Her beauty and charisma might serve her well in her professional life, yet interfere with her intimate and sexual life. I found it impossible to picture her engaged in wild and kinky sex. Probably her limit was the missionary position once- per-month, in her king-sized bed with the lights out. What a waste!

Anyway, as we compared our impressions about the remarkable Polly Trinka, our discussion was interrupted by the school bell, signifying the end of the school day. The hall that John and I were standing in was instantly filled with the random, Brownian motion of the laughing, screaming youngsters. Within five minutes, the corridor was again silent, and we proceeded to the conference room for our meeting with the teachers. Twelve of them attended, and I was glad to see that Polly was there. We went around the room introducing ourselves, and one man was of particular interest to me, for two reasons. First of all, he was the art teacher for the school, so this related to my consulting job. Secondly, his name was Michael Trinka, and he sat right next to Polly. Math isn't my strength, but I can put one and one together-the two of them were married. And what an interesting contrast they made. Whereas Polly came across as refined and ethereal, Michael was very earthy, with burly Eastern-European features. Not that he was fat: he was big and muscular and swarthy, and just as Polly's hair was her signature characteristic, Michael's hair was dramatic. His head, cheeks, and chin were covered with dense, brushy black hair, and even the backs of his hands sprouted with long dark curls.

I was also intrigued by the way the two if them interacted during the meeting. Generally, the tone of the discussion was positive and constructive. Many of the participants had good ideas about where the artwork should and shouldn't be placed, and which of the artists were most appropriate. But there were plenty of friendly disagreements amongst the teachers and, most memorably, between Michael and Polly. Michael was a proponent of elegant, peaceful, objective pieces, whereas Polly was in favor of large, powerful and anarchic works. Each spoke persuasively and fervently for their positions, yet they provided respectful space for each other to speak, and they listened intently as the other spoke. When Polly's position eventually garnered the support of all the other teachers, Michael was magnanimous in defeat, granting that Polly's ideas (having to do with challenging the sensibilities of the students) were probably best for the school.

After two hours, the meeting finally broke up. Several teachers came up to me to emphasize their enthusiasm for the project. Finally, I broke away and walked over to where John, Michael and Polly were sitting, engaged in a continuation of their previous debate. When I sat down with them, I complimented Polly and Michael on how skillfully they handled their differing opinions. Michael laughed and said that their life together was full of juxtapositions. Their backgrounds, their politics, their personalities, and of course their appearances were almost entirely in opposition, yet they loved each other so much that they had struggled to find a way to build on their differences.

This was fascinating stuff. I wanted to know more about how this worked for them, but before I got to ask another question, Polly said she had missed lunch so that she could talk to some parents about their kids, so she was starving. She invited me to come to their home for dinner. I asked if John could come as well; I didn't want to be a third wheel, and I was attracted to him anyway. Perhaps my mischievous elf was whispering in my ear, for I hadn't forgotten about John's unstated infatuation with Polly, and I wanted to see how that would play out. While I was within the environment of the elementary school, I had no trouble restraining my libidinous thoughts. But now the image of being away from the school with four interesting people got my juices flowing, both figuratively and literally. My expectations were tempered by my expectation that Polly was too much of a goody-two-shoes to be interested in anything wild and kinky. But perhaps John and I could slip away early and act on our impulses.

I haven't described John yet. He matched my stereotypical image of a principal-intellectual, politically cautious and astute, clean-cut and genteel. And very handsome, too, with sandy brown hair and a long thin nose holding up his horn- rimmed glasses. Compared to Polly and Michael, John was kind of "white bread," but I found him easy to talk to, and I think that we had been unconsciously flirting with each other all day. My read was that he would be available for a fling if I wanted, and that he would be an attentive and enthusiastic (if somewhat conventional) lover. I had successfully held my erotic predilections at bay since my morning masturbation, but now that we were making plans to leave the school building, I was happy to let the free and erotic spirits back into my consciousness.

Anyway, we all trundled off to our cars, and I followed the Trinkas' car for about 10 minutes, until we arrived at their home. It turns out that Michael had built it himself after he got out of college. It was obviously handmade, with unusual angles and materials incorporated into every room and surface. Here was an art teacher that could do more that just teach. He was a true creator, bubbling over with inventive energy. Everything about the house flowed seemlessly, leaving the overall impression of a comfortable and alive home. There was something sensuous and personal about it.

Polly was in charge of the meal for the night (they took turns), so she assigned the three of us to chop vegetables and start some pasta, while she disappeared up a ladder into the loft to change out of her "teaching outfit," as she called it. As I was slicing the zucchini, Michael felt compelled to let me know that my technique was somewhat unsafe. He offered to show me a better way to grip the knife, and when I agreed, he sidled up beside me and held my fingers to place my thumb and index finger on either side of the blade. I could smell his musky, masculine scent. I could feel the strength in his hands and arms. His sexual magnetism was just as strong as the more ethereal charisma that emanated from Polly's personality... another one of their many contrasts. That erotically charged feeling of anticipation that I am so fond of was beginning to pervade my body.

Then Polly reentered the kitchen. What a transformation! Her so-called "teaching outfit" was beautifully tailored, and modest to the point of being frumpy. Now her attire was chic and sexy. She was wearing dark green spandex Capri pants, and her silk blouse was sheer and silvery-white. From the way that the glistening fabric was pushed from side to side as she walked, I could tell right away that her breasts were unconstrained by a brassiere. And if she was wearing panties, they didn't telegraph any impression through the skin-tight fabric of her pants. She was barefoot, and her hair, which had earlier been done up in a loose bun atop her head, was now free to waft down onto her shoulders, emphasizing even more the shimmering radiance of her carrot- colored tresses. She had mutated from a Pollyann-ish schoolmarm to a provocative vixen in only a few minutes.

I was stunned by the change. When I turned to see how John reacted to the sight of this siren, I could see that his stirring of the pasta was preempted by the stirring of his passions.

Polly spoke directly to John, saying "If I didn't know better, I'd be worrying that your eyeballs are going to pop right out of their sockets. I realize that you are used to seeing me in a particular way: as the dedicated schoolteacher; as the maternal care-giver; and as the meticulously proper and trusted guardian of the impressionable youth of our town. But I hope that you can see that I'm not that serious and predictable all of the time. The same goes for Michael. Sometimes, we just have to let our hair down." She emphasized this thought by flipping her glowing mane around her shoulders. "Perhaps you, too, have had thoughts and feelings that you wouldn't want to talk about at a PTO meeting. Hopefully, you've had the opportunity to act out some of those taboos."

As we finished the preparation of dinner, and then sat down to eat the delightful feast, we had an amazing discussion. Each of us had the chance to talk freely about the tricky separations that needed to be maintained-between our professional lives and our natural appetites for private experiences and pleasures. And Polly, Michael, and I had plenty of experiences and pleasures to share with the others. The two of them had plenty of bawdy tales to tell, especially from times that predated their relocation to this town. Since then, they had been much more discreet in their behavior.

When I told them that I got a particular kick from writing erotic stories for alt.sex.stories on the Internet, they looked at each other and burst into laughter. It turns out that they were avid followers of the Newsgroup, and that they were fans of my work. The fact that I was, in person, much as I described myself online, was a wonderful surprise. This had been the subject of much disagreement between the two of them. Polly found my online personae to be entirely believable, but Michael had surmised that SueNH was probably a flabby, lonely guy who got off on the impersonation of a libertine woman. Weren't they glad that Polly was right about that!?

John had been so silent during this whole discussion of our past lives. But the mention of the Internet and the sex- related newsgroups finally brought him to the point of opening up. He too was a reader of alt.sex.stories, as well as many of the picture and discussion groups. In particular, he was always on the lookout for stories and pictures of redheads.

When he said that, and then realized the implications of what he had said, he turned scarlet with embarrassment. The passage of time was suspended for a few moments of silence. Then Polly broke into a broad and comforting smile. She tried to put him at ease, telling him that she was flattered, that she was probably typical of most women in the sense that she enjoyed being looked at and appreciated.

More talk ensued on this subject, and gradually, John admitted that his fascination with redheads had begun when he had met Polly. He knew that her marriage made her "untouchable," so he played out his fantasies in private. Michael asked John if he thought about Polly when he masturbated.

"Oh, yes," he replied. "I hope that I'm not offending you, but it's true. And I'm glad to finally get a chance to talk about this."

"I'm not bothered in the least. If I didn't have Polly to enjoy in the flesh, I'd be just like you-enjoying her vicariously. Maybe Sue can write one of her stories, telling all of us what it would be like if you and Polly really got to act out these dreams of yours."

"Well," I explained, "I'm not entirely sure that I have any ideas about how this would play out. I need more suggestions from you guys." This was somewhat disingenuous of me, since I certainly could have written the story based on the basic premises that had already been established. But I love hearing about people's hidden, kinky fantasies, and I hoped to encourage more and more revealing confessions, perhaps for my story, and perhaps just because I get off on hearing this kind of stuff from real people.




Red Hot



Anyway, Polly pushed her chair away from the table and said "Well, dinner is finished. Let's adjourn to the living room and see where this conversation leads."

When we got there, Polly said "Sue, I only met you today, and while I've known John for many years, it has always been entirely within the setting of our professional relationship. I don't want to propose anything that is beyond the boundaries that you all are comfortable with. But it's been months since Michael and I have gotten to let down our hair." That was the second time that she had used that illustrative phrase. "All this talk about sex has gotten me very aroused. And John, your flattery for my hair, and presumably, the rest of my body, makes me want to act on your suggestions.

"Michael, I know that you want to stay and watch. You just love to see me fucking another man. And I'd love to have you be here too, Sue. If you want to get it on with my husband, I can assure you that he'll be a great lover. And he has the hots for you. On the way home from school, he told me how much he'd like to fuck you. Now that he knows that you are the famous SueNH, I'll bet my ass that his cock is trying to tear a hole in his pants."

John was paralyzed with shock. His mouth was hanging open, and his eyes were glazed and wide. Polly took the initiative; she walked over to where he sat on the couch, placed a knee on either side of his hips, and sat her butt down on his thighs. She leaned forward to kiss him hard on the lips, and she grabbed her long hair in both hands and engulfed his entire face in the shimmering object of her desire. Then her hands trailed down to his chest and unbuttoned his shirt. John came partially to his senses, and he tentatively massaged her shoulders and back through the oily silk fabric. Polly finished with his buttons and pushed the shirt over his shoulders and part way down his arms, trapping them at his sides. She was enjoying being in control.

As Polly unbuttoned her own blouse, Michael took hold of my hand and led me over to the couch so that I could sit right next to John and Polly. His hoarse whispers filled my ears, encouraging me to watch them while he took care of me. He sat on his haunches between my knees, lifted my skirt up, and pulled my panties off, removing my shoes at the same time. In the process, his fingernails gently scratched along the sensitive skin of my inner thighs and calves. As his fingers retraced their path back up toward my crotch, they were followed by nibbling kisses.

He took his time, teasing me and allowing me time to watch Polly's seductive lap dance. By now, she had shed her blouse. Her professional teacher's outfit had totally masked the size of her breast, which now swayed pendulously in front of John's face. I was fascinated by her nipples (which were very small and dark) and especially her areolae. I had never seen any that were so incredibly wide and pale. They were almost the same color as the surrounding skin, but the texture reminded me of large-scale goose bumps. Freckles were splattered randomly over her chest and shoulders.

Polly tantalized John with those firm breasts and tiny nipples. Whenever he would manage to trap a nub between his lips, she would pull it out of his suckling grasp. Then she twisted her shoulders more vigorously, slapping his face with the supple flesh. John's arms were still trapped, and he showed no sign that he wished to be freed. I marveled at Polly's intuitive understanding of how to make love to him- he needed to be ravished and toyed with. Normally he was the principal. tonight she was the headmistress.

I was also being teased by Michael, who was kissing all up and down my inner thighs and onto my tummy. I spread my legs wide apart, hoping to make the invitation more obvious. But still he declined my unspoken suggestion, and continued his fiendish circling. I endured as long as I could, then I grabbed him by the curly black hair and gently pulled him toward my waiting cunt. Still, he resisted, so I became more aggressive, placing my heels on the back of his neck and tugging more insistently on his hair. He knew enough to end his teasing, and I felt his mouth cover the entire mound of my cunt. He went from calculated restraint to ambitious zeal, as his fingers pulled my outer labia apart, and his tongue dug upwards through the wet crevasse between my inner lips. My clitoris was the pinnacle at the head of the canyon, and Michael's nose, lips, and tongue alternatively flicked over this protruding feature. Occasionally, his tongue reached down all the way to my anus, testing for my reactions. I enjoyed his attention to this area-until one of his thumbs tried to enter my asshole. That insidious feeling of discomfort displaced the wonderful erotic feelings that had been mounting within me. I told him not to do that, and he accepted my prohibition with a disappointed sigh.

This distraction reminded me that I was not paying attention to my neighbors on the couch. When I turned back to them, I was that Polly was now in the same position as my lover, sitting on her haunches between John's knees. His slacks and underwear were now crumpled on the arm of the couch next to them, and Polly was busy swallowing his cock. And that is exactly what it looked like. Her lips were fastened tightly around the base of his penis, and her cheeks and jaws were churning energetically. If John was endowed with an unusually long cock, then the head would certainly be embedded deep into her throat, something which I find uncomfortable. Eventually, Polly pulled back off his cock, and a streamer of clear pre-come bridged the gap from her tongue to the purplish crown of his penis. I saw that his size was more manageable, maybe 6 or 7 inches long. For Polly, this was a bite-sized snack, judging by her hungry resumption of her fellatio. Her palms cradled and jostled John's hairy testicles, and he moaned and gasped in appreciation. His arms were still trapped at his sides by the only garment that he still wore, and he made no attempt to untangle from the Brooks Brothers bonds.

Meanwhile, I was more actively participating in directing my enjoyment. I encouraged Michael to stick two of his fingers inside my vagina, and I let him know when he made contact with my G-spot. He bent his fingers upwards, exerting the pressure on that area that provides me with the most intense sensations. The swabbing of his tongue was now concentrated totally on my clitoris, and he lashed at it unmercifully. I was quickly swept up the slopes toward my orgasm. It was the kind of mind-shattering orgasm that is only provoked by the combination of expert physical manipulation (Michael certainly knew what he was doing) and the naughty thrill of engaging in outrageous and immoderate escapades with strangers. My entire body was heaving and shimmying as I clutched his head into my open cunt. I tipped my head back and let my triumphant shrieks echo off the cathedral ceiling.

As I gradually drifted back down from these giddy heights, I once again turned my attention to Polly, who was now back to her original position sitting on John's knees. His shirt had finally been removed, and he was using his liberated hands to play with his cock, massaging the hard tube of flesh. Polly looked at me and said "Jeez, I thought you were gonna have a heart attack! If you are back with us, then do John a favor and hold his cock for him. I want him to play with my tits."

Of course, I was eager to help, so I reached between them and held his cock straight upwards, jacking up and down the shaft very slowly. Polly lifted her hips upward and positioned her cunt so that the lips were wrapped over the bulging head of his penis. Her outer labia were much longer than mine, hanging loosely like thick red velvet. She humped back and forth so that his cock head sliced through her cunt and jabbed against her knot of her clitoral hood. She was so wet and puffy. Juices were smeared all around her cunt and throughout her sparse red pubic hair. Sticky, salty liquids flowed down onto my fingers, a mixture of both their secretions. When John tried to lift his hips so that his cock could plunge deeper into the folds of her cunt, she too rose up, keeping her distance. Both she and her husband could be such impish teases!

Polly had guided John's hands onto her breasts which were pink and moist with a light sheen of perspiration. She insisted that he tweak and pull at her teeny nipples, and the harder he pinched, the more she moaned in pleasure. Suddenly, without warning, she let the muscles in her legs go soft, and her cunt dropped down onto John's cock in one swift motion. She engulfed him, her wet crotch pushing my fingers out of the way.

She was as energetic about her fucking as anyone I had ever seen. As soon as she had impaling herself with John's cock, she lifted back up, and then pounded down, again and again with a swiftness and tempo that made the couch rock. Yet she was able to measure her lift perfectly, so that I could see the head of John's cock peak out from the folds of her skin at the crest of each cyclical stroke. She held tightly to John's shoulders so that she could increase her leverage, and John in turn held tightly to her ass cheeks. He tried once to match her motions with his own thrusts, but her pace was unmatchable. Her wonderfully big breasts were swinging wildly, slapping randomly against each other and John's face. Now sweat was flowing out of her pores, dribbling down her skin in meandering streams. Her beautiful hair was plastered to her face, neck and back.

Then she slowed down just a bit, and looked down at Michael, who had his head cradled between my thighs. Between her gasps for breaths, she said "Honey..., as wonderful as John is...., I need more. You know what I want.... pleasssssse!"

"Oh, yes, dear," Michael replied, "I know what you need right now. And I'm glad you asked, since I don't think that Sue is interested in this for herself. Is it all right with you, Sue, if I leave you alone for a while, so that I can help out with John and Polly? When Polly gets this excited, she needs more that one cock. And without help, I don't think that John will be able to get off-Polly's cunt is just too loose to do the job on it's own."

I was so curious about what was to happen, and my massive orgasm still left me fully satisfied and generous about sharing my new lover. I nodded my assent. Michael immediately stood up and quickly stripped off his clothes. Exhausted yet unsatisfied, Polly had slowed down a bit, and now John was able to fuck his cock upward into her. As her husband stood between John's outstretched feet, he asked John to pull Polly's ass cheeks apart. Michael spit into his hand and lathered his thin cock with the saliva and his seeping pre-come. Now I knew what he had in mind. And it was something that I had never seen before. As I said before, I knew all about anal in a theoretical sense, and my fantasies sometimes included thoughts of it. Now I was going to see it up close and personal.

In fact, even closer than I expected; Michael asked me to do for him what I had just done for John. He wanted me to hold his cock as he pushed it into Polly's ass. I asked her if this was really what she wanted. She said "I know that this is not for everyone, but for me, getting fucked in the ass by Michael can be the most exciting and arousing thing. It's harmlessly nasty and sinful, which makes it deliciously attractive for me. It's the exact opposite of what people usually expect from me. The first time, it hurt just a little, but now it doesn't hurt at all. After all, Michaels' cock is just made perfect for this."

And I suppose that it was, for his cock was incredibly thin, something like a table candle. Also, the head of his cock was kind of pointy, and it was no wider than the rest of his penis. I accepted her assurances, and so I stood beside Michael and pulled his cock down. All this talking had allowed it to become dry again, so I bent over and relubricated him with my own saliva. As I did, he reached around my own ass and combed his fingers through my cunt. The prospect of what I was about to see had me aroused again, and I shuddered at his touch.

I straightened up and aimed his spear-like cock at its intended target. With John's hands pulling her cheeks wide apart, I could plainly see Polly's anus. It was burgundy- colored, and the rim was crinkled, hairless, and puffy. She was purposely twitching the muscles of her sphincter, making it wink open and closed. Just below was a small exposed part of John's cock-the rest was embedded deeply into her vagina. For the moment, he had stopped his thrusting, waiting for this new level of kinky and forbidden sexuality.

Michael edged forward. With my help, his slippery cock zeroed in on the bullseye-shaped target. As he hunched forward, the rubbery flesh of his dark red glans compressed and deformed, and I thought for a moment that he would not, after all, be able to enter. But the muscles of her buttocks gradually softened, and with this, her asshole became more receptive. Abruptly, his cockhead popped inside the narrow confines, and Michael let his weight shift forwards with the most unhurried pace. I saw his cock slide through my fingers and disappear millimeter by millimeter-accompanied by a long, groaning exhale from Polly's lungs. As she ran out of breath, Michael's wiry crop of thick black pubic hair pressed into the skin of her cheeks. Just as when I had held John's cock, my fingers were pushed out of the way by the collision of flesh.

Michael left himself fully imbedded for a long time, allowing Polly to become comfortable with the intrusion. Finally she whispered that it was "OK, go ahead." Michael pulled himself most of the way out, and then gently eased back in, again eliciting an earthy grunt of pleasure from his wife. The third time, Polly said to John "Come on, John, I need you to fuck me too. I need you both." As John started to thrust in and out, it took him a while to figure out how to match the Michael's tempo. But soon they had it coordinated. Polly simply held her position, allowing herself to be fucked by her two lovers. Only her head moved, pivoting around on the axis of her neck as she chanted an endlessly repeating mantra: "Oh yes...., oh yes...., oh yes...." She seemed to be in some kind of trance. Michael placed one hand in the small of her back, and the other reached around and grabbed ahold of one of her meaty breasts. His fingers dug deeply into the pliant flesh.

With two long, hard cocks competing for the limited space inside her, I could only assume that the constricting tightness inside each of Polly's canals was incredible, and I was surprised at how long John and Michael were able to hold out. But at long last, the intense sensations were too much for both of them, and their own gasps and grunts mingled with Polly's. John was the first to reach his climax, and as his body stiffened into an arch and his hips vibrated with orgasmic twitches, this acted as an inspiration for Michael and Polly, triggering their own explosive orgasm. The incredible depth and breadth of their commingled sensations was fully obvious to me, painting a picture of bliss and satisfaction that is etched forever in my mind.

Michael finally was unable to control his leg muscles, which had turned to jelly. He collapsed backward onto the carpet, his softening, slimy cock slapping onto his stomach. Polly sagged forwards, momentarily smothering John with her sweaty, heaving breasts, but she slid off to the side enough to allow him room to breathe. Now the scene that attracted my attention was the view of Polly's crotch, still gaping wide open. From both her cunt and her asshole, milky white dribbles of semen pumped rhythmically out of the pulsating reddened orifices, drooling in sticky streams onto her thighs and John's testicles. It was the most carnal and wickedly erotic sight that I could possibly imagine.

Since that evening, many images and lessons are indelibly etched into my consciousness. Naturally, the images of red- hot sexuality burn brightly in my memory. But I was also inspired to question my tendency to prejudge people. My interactions with Polly, Michael, and John taught me that first impressions are often wrong. Hopefully, I learned something..., we'll see.



Red Hot & Office Blue



Steve had been feeling horny for days. After he had split up from his last girlfriend he had not thought about sex for weeks, but now that was changing and he couldn't stop his prick getting hard for little or no reason. He tried to keep it under control by masturbating regularly (well, almost daily), but this was no substitute for the real thing, and his prick knew it. 

It was a hot Tuesday afternoon at work, and as had been the way so much recently Steve could not stop his mind from wandering from the work he should be doing. His prick stiffened a bit (again) and Steve knew he would have to make some adjustments inside his underwear if he were going to be able to keep working, so he chose this time to go outside for a cigarette. As he stepped out the back of the office he quickly put his hand down his shorts to re-arrange his prick and balls he heard the back door to the office open again, and could not get his hand out before Jo popped her head round the door. 

"Hello Steve - pleased to see me?" she said with a sly smile. Jo was a temporary typist, and Steve had spoken to her during cigarette breaks over the last week or so. Steve blushed and told her that he had needed to make some adjustments, that was all, and he would be pleased if she wouldn't mention this to any of the other workers. Jo said that she wouldn't, and they moved the conversation on to work. 

"I've been given my orders from the agency, and I've got a new job to go to next week at a factory" She told Steve

"Shame - I was getting to like these chats over a cigarette and a coffee" Steve replied and discreetly looked her up and down. Jo was a good looking woman of around 30 with short cropped black hair, she was around 5'8" and wearing the usual office uniform of white blouse, black skirt and black high heels. The thing that pleased Steve's eye most was the outlines from her lacy patterned bra that were quite visible through her blouse, drawing his eyes to her impressive cleavage. 

"I know, but I gotta go where the agency says. I'll miss the people here. " she said looking over at Steve "and I prefer an office to a dull factory any day. " 

"Yeah it's ok here - the work can be depressing - I often have to stay late to get mine finished" replied Steve "still - good luck with the new job, maybe we'll see you back here again soon". 

The conversation carried on for a while, but the cigarettes ended and they both returned reluctantly to their desks, Jo on the other side of the office to Steve. Steve got his head down and wrote some more of those reports he had been putting off. Steve's prick wouldn't stay still, and he had to make another adjustment. This time he chose to try and do this discreetly under his desk. 

Just then a new Email popped up on his screen. "You'll go blind!" was all it said, and it was from Jo. Steve quickly typed a reply "why do you think I wear glasses?" He looked over to where Jo sat outside the boss's office and she smiled cheekily over to him. He blushed again and put his head back into his work. 

As the afternoon wore on Steve couldn't concentrate. He was meant to get a set of figures ready for the boss the next day, but had a different sort of figure on his mind - Jo's. When 5 o'clock came Steve had nowhere near finished the figures for his boss and resigned himself to another evening at the office. He said the usual goodbyes to the rest of the office crew as they left, and Jo came over to see him on her way out. 

"You staying the night?" she inquired. 

"I've got this report to finish by morning, so I'll have to"

"Shame - I was going to ask you to join me for a drink after work"

"Sorry - can't tonight" and boy did he mean he was sorry! "If I don't get this report ready for the boss I'll be in deep shit. How about tomorrow?"

"We'll see" said Jo "don't work too hard now" Jo looked around to make sure there was no-one left in the office. She leant down to where he was sitting at his desk and kissed him softly on the forehead, winked at him and left. 

xXx

Steve took a while to get his head around what was happening - was this gorgeous woman really coming on to him? Yeah, Ok she had a boyish haircut but the rest of her was all woman, and boy did he want to get close to a woman again. His mind wandered to thinking about her full round breasts and the fun he could have with them, "Still", he thought, "it will have to wait 'til tomorrow because I've got to get this report finished for the morning". 

He went round the office and locked all the doors, got himself a drink and settled down to get the report finished. Just another quick adjustment inside his trousers and he was as comfortable as he was going to be and ready to work. He put his head down and got on with the task, but still wasn't finished until about 8. 30. When he put his head back and relaxed his mind was swimming with thoughts of Jo, and his prick took only seconds to respond by stiffening uncomfortably. 

Steve had been trying to ignore his erection for long enough, and decided it was time to do something about it. He had the office to himself, and as his girlfriend had taken the PC when she left this was his only chance for some decent internet time. He logged on to his favourite amateur site, voyeurweb, and began scrolling through the recent additions. He stopped on a girl calling herself "redhot", and boy was she! Cute smile with blond hair, and performing a striptease in an office, what could be better. 


He stood up and unbuckled his trousers, slipped them and his shorts down around his ankles, loosened his shirt and sat back down. The weave of his office chair was strange on his ass, but he had other things in his mind. He started to stroke his knob as he scrolled through the pictures of redhot undressing. As he pulled at it harder he could picture himself with the girl on the screen, licking and sucking at her skin, biting at her tits as she took her bra off. She stripped down to just a g-string and stockings, and he was there with her, licking at the soft skin of her thighs. 

He slipped his hand down and squeezed at his balls as he scrolled the picture to "redhot" removing her G-string and standing facing forward, legs wide with her blond pussy and ass thrust at the camera. "oh yeah, I'm gonna fuck your sweet hole" he murmured as he put his attention back to stroking the shaft of his prick "I'm gonna cum all over those sweet ass cheeks". 

"Ahem" a voice behind him! "You adjusting yourself again?" 

Steve turned his head to see Jo sitting on a desk a few rows back from where he was jerking off. Steve tried desperately to cover his softening prick, he could feel himself blushing madly as he mumbled something about thinking he was alone. 

"Don't worry Steve, I've been sitting there for about 5 minutes watching you. I lifted aspare set of keys from the boss's office and popped back to see if you were still here and if you wanted to go out for that drink, but I can see you are otherwise engaged" She stood up from the desk and walked toward Steve. "Now, I've seen what you've got on the screen, let's see what's in your hand". 

She confidently stepped round the side of Steve's desk, looking down into his lap where he was still holding his now limp cock. "You seem to have lost your thread" Jo said "That's a shame, perhaps this will help you get back in the mood". Looking down at Steve she slowly undid the buttons of her blouse as Steve looked on in surprise. She hadn't changed from the day at work, and as Steve watched she cupped her tits in their lacy bra and squeezed them together to show a delectably full cleavage line. 

Steve could feel his prick getting hard again as he looked on, he could see Jo's nipples hardening underneath the lacy pattern of her bra. Jo could see where Steve's eyes were pointing and she rewarded him by unhooking the clasp of her bra, letting her full tits swing forward, and gently touching them, stroking around their full shape and in toward the full brown nipples. "now let's see you jerk off properly" she whispered to him, moving closer to him so that her tits were almost touching his face. 

Steve lost all his inhibitions at this display, and started to feverishly pull at his prick, sticking his tongue out trying to reach one of Jo's nipples. Jo moved forward again to let Steve lick round first one of her tits then the other. Steve needed no further invitation and slurped noisily around Jo's tits, gently biting then releasing, all the time rhythmically pounding at his prick. Jo bent down further to cup Steve's balls in her hand as he licked and bit at her tits. 

"I want you to cum on my tits" she gasped to Steve and bent down further. Steve couldn't hold off and aiming carefully squirted his sticky cum onto Jo's waiting breasts in three bursts. Jo looked down at the dripping mess and demanded "now lick it all off". Steve looked up into her eyes, saw that she meant it and did what he was told. The salty juices tasted strange to him, but he carried on until Jo's tits were clean again. She then bent down and kissed him, sticking her tongue deep into his mouth and mixing her saliva with his cum. 

xXx

Jo pulled up a chair and started scrolling through the pictures of "Red Hot" on the screen. Her tits were still exposed and Steve could see the remains of his cum drying on her chest. Steve pulled himself back from the desk a little to make room for her. 

"This girl is hot" she stated to Steve casually "You like all these positions that she's showing herself off in?"

"err sure.. " Steve's head was spinning from what had just happened " I like these ones particularly" He scrolled through the pictures to where "Red Hot" was sitting in an executive chair with her legs spread wide and invitingly. "Red Hot" had one hand cupping her left tit in this picture, while the other hand appeared to be edging up her thigh towards her glistening pussy. 

"Yeah - I can see why! - those pictures are really damn horny" replied Jo, and pulling Steve up by the hand said "now come with me... "

Jo led Steve towards the boss's office. She pulled a set of keys from her bag and quickly opened the door and walked deliberately towards where the boss relaxed in a big leather executive chair. "Now I know what turns you on I want you to find out more about me". Steve stood watching as Jo sat herself comfortably into the leather upholstery and spread her legs wide giving Steve a full view up her skirt where he could see her panties and the tops of a pair of sheer stockings. 

Steve could hardly believe that he wasn't dreaming as he watched Jo pull her skirt off and start to rub at her pussy through her panties. He was standing there with no trousers on and only his shirt gently drifting from side to side and could feel the tension in his prick beginning to rise again. 

Jo started to tease at the silky cloth of her panties, sliding her finger along the furrow of her pussy as Steve watched on. She gently cupped a tit with her other hand as she began to get a little firmer with her self-handling. Jo mouthed a silent "O" at Steve, looking directly at his rising prick as she pushed a finger slowly into her wet pussy, pushing the silk cloth inside herself showing Steve her well trimmed bikini line. 

Steve moved forward, watching Jo's display with eager eyes. His prick was now ready for more action, and Jo kept her eyes firmly on Steve's rod as she pulled the silky panties down and dug two fingers deeply into her now wet hole. She pulled her legs wider apart on the boss's chair as Steve approached her, and pulled her fingers out and ran them along her thighs to the top of her stockings, leaving sticky marks shining on her white flesh. 

Steve knew an invite when he saw one, and kneeling in front of her gently started to kiss her stocking tops. He moved his tongue along the white flesh above her stockings, savouring the feeling of sheer lace on his chin. Jo murmured that she wanted his tongue inside her and Steve was more than happy to oblige. Lifting his head slightly he pulled his hands up to her hole and spread her lips wide as he thrust his tongue firmly into her inviting hole. Moving his head only slightly he pulled his tongue back and up to her erect clitoris, licking and biting gently. 

Jo leant forward in her chair as Steve continued to lap greedily at her wet hole. She pulled her fingers through his blond hair, grabbing at the back of his head and pushing his face into her. 

"Nnn... Oh Yeah... go on... nnn... ah... fuck... I'm cumming you fucker... nnn... aaaaaah" Jo pulled Steve hard against her as she came, Steve sucking at her juices as they flowed onto his tongue "Now fuck me hard Steve... I want to feel your prick inside me... " 

Jo swiveled round in the executive chair and, sticking her ass in the air, opened her legs for Steve, just like the pictures of "Red Hot" that he had been wanking over. He grabbed Jo's hips and pulled himself toward her, gently rubbing at her wet entrance with the end of his now rock hard prick. Slowly, so slowly, he eased himself forward an inch or so into Jo, then pushed hard to enter her deeply. Thrusting hard he reached forward to grab at Jo's tits. Jo put her hands on his and together they squeezed at her bouncing flesh as Steve rammed her harder and harder. 

Looking down Steve could see his prick entering Jo's wet hole again and again, and her stocking clad legs bucking rhythmically underneath her. With a firm thrust he plunged deep into her sopping pussy and came, warm jets of cum gushing from his prick deep into her hole. 

Turning round to smile at him sexily Jo casually asked "Now do you feel like going out for a drink?"



Red Hot Cindy



This was going to be the most difficult trip Cindy was ever to undertake. She knew it was over a long time ago, yet she held on, something she could do no longer. The engagement was a total waste of time; they never saw each other and Cindy suspected that he was having sex on the sideline even though they had both promised to be faithful. It had to end and she was on her way to make it so.

As she was driving to Cape Town, it struck her like a bomb she had never has her mustang checked out. Oh well, if something happened, it happened. Her words had hardly left her lips when she heard the most peculiar sound coming from her cars engine.

With a stutter and a shudder her car came to a complete stop, standing on the side of the road. She could kick herself. She climbed out and walked around the front of the Mustang, with a bit of a struggle she managed to lift the heavy hood. Leaning forward over the grill she felt her short skirt hike up the back of her thighs, another millimeter or two and the crack of her ass would be showing beneath the hem. Her tiny red g- string pulled tightly up between her firm ass cheeks and in doing so pressed the small patch of silk panties firmly against her pussy lips, the pressure, she could feel, slightly parting the smooth shaven flesh. It had been a long time since anything other than her own practiced fingers had passed between those lips and into the liquid heaven beyond. She longed for a man, no strings attached to take her and ravage her, fuck her to a point where she wanted to pass out with pleasure. Ooh her thoughts were beginning to have a slippery effect on the area directly beneath that same small piece of silky panties.

Meanwhile...

Jacque had just had the mother of all fights with his fiancé and called off the engagement. What a bitch! He couldn't take it any longer. How could she deny the affair she was having with his father? He knew he was sober when he went for a walk down to the river on his farm. He saw them, his fiancée and his father. How could they? How could his father? There she was on her knees in front of him, her mouth around his stiffly erect cock. Her head moving back and forth as she drove his shaft in and out of her soft mouth. She knew how he enjoyed it when she took his cock in her mouth but lately she had not wanted to, he had wondered why but it was all clear now. She pumped furiously on his fathers cock, teasing his balls, teasing the oncoming orgasm to the surface. Jacque had turned away just as the explosive rush of semen began to shoot into her mouth.

Memories of what he had seen haunted him as he slammed the door of his Ford Ranger 4x4. Driving like a bat out of hell on the dirt road driving away from his farm, his hurt, and his pain. On the main road he turned.

Driving on the road his mind where on other things.

By now Cindy was almost in tears, she had searched through everything, which she imagined could be wrong. In order to reach some places under the hood she had stepped up onto the bumper and was bent forward over the motor, She could feel the cool breeze fanning her naked ass as she fought to find the reason for her breakdown but she was not perturbed by the fact that if any one drove past they would quite comfortably have full view of her red panties covered pussy. Not only was she exposed down there but in leaning forward her ample breasts were almost totally exposed by her low cut top. Cindy hated wearing bras, her firm, perky tits allowed her to go braless with confidence that she would be turning heads. Right now she would certainly be turning heads. Her pink nipples with their slightly darker circular areolas were clearly visible where her top had fallen forward.

Jacque was driving when he saw the red Mustang; stupid he thought to leave a classic next to the road. Driving past he suddenly noticed a pair of slim legs disappearing under the hood. He pulled over and stopped. Walking over towards the Mustang he noticed that the pair of legs now ended in a perfectly shaped, firm ass. Sitting squarely between the cheeks was an equally perfect pear shaped pussy, covered in a very tight fitting, very small red silk triangle of panties. The little piece of fabric was trying very hard to hide the secret beneath it but was defiantly not winning. As he approached, Jacque could clearly make out the edges of two soft pussy lips appearing around the elastic line of the panties. As he got closer still Jacque could make out the defined spot between her ass cheeks where the thin line of the g-string parted those delicious orbs, that dark secret place.

She must have heard his approach because there was a brief struggle for balance which caused a further parting of those delectable thighs, revealing even more of the little red patch where it bravely covered the taunt mound of her vagina, trying desperately to keep the lady's pussy closed despite her every effort to spread it wide open.

Help at last she thought. Struggling to get upright she turned slightly and to her surprise realized that he was standing right behind her. Shit, her can see right up my cunt she thought as she hastily climbed down from her perch on the bumper. Embarrassed, she made a show of straightening her clothes and then she stuck her hand out towards him. "Cindy" she said. His grip was warm and firm but it was the eyes that melted the ice somewhere inside her and caused a flood of wetness to course southward toward her pussy.

When he got out of his bakkie, Jacque didn't think that a goddess would need his help. Looking at her he was very happy to be of help. Cindy could not believe her eyes. An Adonis had stopped to help her. He asked what seemed to be the matter. Don't know she said. He bent over to look what was wrong and she took a peek at his butt. Cute ass. She stood closer to him to have a look at what he was looking at. He looked up and almost had her breasts in his face; he smelled her and she smelled of roses. He loved roses. He brushed up against her and told her that he would have to tow her back to his farm where he had the right tools to fix her car. She happily agreed.

To spend time in this hunk's presence was going to be a blast.

As he was towing her back to the farm, he couldn't stop thinking of her. Those breast those legs, that ass. He could feel the bulge growing and hungered for her. Back in her mustang being towed she couldn't contain herself. She hasn't had sex in over three months and then this man stopped to help her. She felt tingling all over her body and the wetness between her legs was ever increasing.

Stopping at his farm he moved the Mustang into his workshop and told every one to leave. Knowing that their boss was in a bad mood they all left and went home leaving the two of them alone in his workshop. He stripped of his shirt to start working on her car. He looked over and saw her eyes moving over his body and smiled. She looked up and blushed.

She looked at him and decided to take a risk. Why the hell not she thought. She walked over to him and placed her hands on his chest. Running her hands all over the thick muscle, she looked up and smiled at him. He grabbed her ass and pulled her near, his large hands holding each cheek, spreading her slightly. The force of his grip driving her now swollen mound against the huge bulge in his pants, the friction forcing the lips of her aching pussy apart, rubbing against her burning clit. She kissed him and he hungrily replied. He put his hand under her shirt and felt her firm breast. He tore of her top and started to lick and suck on her nipples, toying with her. She loved every moment. His other hand now under her skirt, he ran his finger over her undies and felt that she was shaven and he smiled as he felt the defined lump of her erect clitoris press back against his fingers. She has slipped her hand into his pants and started to rub his dick and balls. She unzipped him and he stripped off her skirt, tantalizingly slowly he removed her g- string, gradually exposing the twin ridges of her pussy to his hungry gaze. They were both naked. No one could see them, not that they cared.

He took a blanket out of his car and placed it on the hood of her car. Unbeknown to him he was fulfilling her fantasy of being fucked by a stranger on the hood of her car. He took her hand and led her to the car lifting her on top of it. He kissed her on her lips and stroked her breasts with his hand moving his hand down to her pussy. He stroked her clit softly with his finger. Inserting his finger into her pussy he felt she was wet. He moved the same finger over her clit and went down on her. He kissed her on her clit and heard her moans, licking her and sucking her, he tongue fucked her, tasting her and loving every moment of it. She was feeling sensations she had never felt before. She pulled him up and rolled him on his back. She went down on him and took him in her mouth. She nibbled softly along his shaft, flicking with her tongue, he moaned, she smiled. She softly tickled him on his balls and saw his back arched. She took his dick into her mouth and started to suck on him. He was enjoying every moment of this.

He pulled her up and she straddled him, placing the tip of his cock at her dripping entrance, she slowly lowered herself down onto his raging cock, impaling herself on him. The warmth of her pussy was driving him mad. Slowly she started to ride him, he running his hand s over her body, pulling her closer and sucking on her breasts. He grabbed her ass and began to ride her hard. She felt that she was climaxing, he felt he was about to blow. In unison they kept their rhythm. He pulled her off and turned her around. He wanted to fuck her from behind. He felt her pussy envelope his dick as he fucked her hard, he was pulling her closer with every stroke, the full length of his thick shaft thrusting up inside her. Her moans were getting louder, her back arching, and her thrusting more violent. Together they came, his cock shooting deep inside her, heaving, sweating. He took her in his arms and kissed her.

They got dressed and he asked where she was going. She told him that she was going to Cape Town to break off an engagement. He said that he would accompany her and to tell her soon to be ex fiancée that she was his.

She looked at him with her big blue eyes and he knew that he would forever be lost in her eyes. With a slap on her ass, he was going for round two...



Red Hot Elixir



Lucas stood fully erect, with his wings extended as two crimson red snake like tongues groomed his glowing coat of fur. He felt their tongues groom his entire body of neon red fur from head to toe. Lucas extended his eight foot body majestically before them and fluttered his six foot wing span almost knocking down one of the beauties before him. 

She wouldn't complain. No one would. He controlled them all. They were his toys; his playthings. Casually he looked down at the sea of nymphs that would be his source of entertainment. There were a hundred or so of them occupying the enormous room below him.

The room was fully furnished with exquisite furniture. Each woman below was naked and had a tattoo between her shoulder blades with a number on it. They all pined to be one of the three chosen ones to satisfy his morning ritual. Small inaudible noises escaped his lips as the two beautiful women licked him clean.

This daily ritual was the way the eight foot tall glowing red beast began every day. The beauties grooming him, also did not wear a stitch of clothing. Their bodies were beyond perfection. One was cute and the other, Daphnia, was stunningly gorgeous.

Both women had huge breasts and their waists and buttocks were small and tight. It didn't take Lucas long to achieve his full 10 inch, red, hot, erection. Within minutes a third beautiful nymph entered the room and positioned herself kneeling in front of Lucas's enormous hard on, waiting for his command.

"Miranda, tap the head of my hardness twenty five times then bow your head." 

She extended her snake like tongue and did exactly as she was told. On the twentieth tease he grabbed her head and pushed it forcefully onto his enormous, red, cock. She dared not gag and willed herself to open her throat and allow his full length to invade her little mouth.

His cock was red and hot and seared her mouth on impact but still she showed no signs of discomfort. Being in Lucas's favor was an honor and any bodily discomforts were ignored. Pleasing Lucas was what every woman in his den strived to do. He controlled them. He owned them. They were his toys; his playthings.

Her mouth opened wide for his two inch girth as he continued to assault her mouth with his throbbing, hard, searing cock. 

There was only one way to transcend to the other world where equality was restored and that was through becoming the most attractive woman there, and staying that way for an entire month. At that point freedom was granted.

Until the women were able to achieve this goal they were controlled by Lucas's lightening temper, and immense power, which could be used to obviate their existence at any turn. So they did exactly as Lucas instructed them. The alternative was to dissipate into nothingness when they reached a level of ugliness that was below the tolerable range.

This was Lucas's task. He was the judge and the jury. One might ask if this was fair procedure, but it didn't matter. This was Lucas's world and he could do whatever stroked his ego at the moment.

There were two possible ways to achieve beauty. One, was by drinking from the red elixir that poured from Lucas's 10 inch hard cock and they other was by robbing another woman of her beauty on Lucas's command.

He shoved his hard cock into the beautiful woman's mouth before him, then watched her head bob up and down in a steady rhythm. She released, looked up at him, and seductively circled her long serpent like tongue, around him, faster and faster.

Lucas watched as she placed his hardness between her luscious tits and held them around him. She then took him deep in his mouth while swirling her tongue around him.

"Suck me harder Slut! I'm not as aroused as I was yesterday."

Miranda grimaced for a brief second then continued sucking his beautiful cock with renewed efforts. She knew with unfathomed uncertainty that today she would not be chosen but her efforts to satisfy him did not stop. Accidently she grazed his cock with her teeth, making him flinch. She cringed, but continued her efforts. Hopefully she didn't displease him enough that he wouldn't allow her to drink from his elixir.

The ritual continued as he gazed at the women below him. Lucas often felt like a gladiator looking on at his den of lions and humans knowing he controlled their fate like in the human Roman times. The woman below him were in different stages of beauty. Some were close to banishment, but yet they did not give up hope. It was a survival game and they wanted to win. They needed to win.

As the morning routine came to a close he turned to Daphnia and whispered in her ear.

"824."

While looking at her Lucas could feel himself drawn to her beauty. It was powerful, and he knew it made him weak. She had pleased him tirelessly and her ingenuity and obedience continued to amaze him.

Daphnia was two days away from fulfilling her month long quest for freedom. He would miss her if she was successful, but the game would continue, and another would arise in her place. There was always the chance her mission might be overthrown by a cruel twist of fate.

Miranda's mouth was starting to look red and raw. She was cupping his balls now and inhaling and worshiping his cock for all she was worth.

Lucas was always amazed at what lengths his women would go. They were such temptious sluts. He harbored a belief that they enjoyed sucking his cock as much as he enjoyed controlling them. 

At that point he grabbed Miranda's head, held it between his hands, and started pumping her mouth at lightening speed. He continued for 10 minutes straight. Her lips were bleeding. Her mouth was chapped. Her beauty diminished.

Feeling a little sadistic, he pulled out of her mouth before his elixir could heal her beauty defects. He started pouring his red hot searing liquid all over her naked body and face. It hit her hair, soaked her big tits, and landed in the well of her stomach.

"Lay down slut!"

She laid her body on the floor and felt him continue to pour his wet liquid all over her tits, pussy, legs and stomach. It pooled in her navel and between her breasts. Lucas covered her with more than a litre of elixir. Her tongue circled her raw lips in search of the healing liquid. She was tempted to sit up, or raise an arm for a taste but that meant certain punishment. Disobedience was not tolerated.

"Drink my beauties," Lucas gestured to the women who had so artfully groomed him to perfect.

Immediately Daphnia's and he rival's mouths landed between Miranda's breasts as they gulped up the precious liquid. After a few minutes Lucas spoke.

"Stop now!"

They immediately stopped their thirst quenching activities and sat down on their pillows beside him while Miranda continued to lie before him. Daphnia soon began to feel the transformation beginning. She felt her tits getting even bigger, her nipples even tighter, her waist even smaller and her smile even brighter. Inside she rejoiced feeling more and more confident that victory would be hers.

"Take her downstairs!"

Daphnia put her hands under Miranda's shoulders while her rival carried her legs. Down the stairs and into the center of the room she went. The long dark purple sex chair she was laid on became the other women's obsession. A hundred or so women whose eyes were always lowered according to Lucas's instructions waited for their cue to feast.

"Okay now."

Daphnia stood back and watched as the women devoured Miranda. She had no time for compassion for her, since finding the woman whose number was 824 was all that was on her mind.

Lucas didn't always soak the entire body of the woman sucking his cock, but grazing his manhood was unforgivable. He soaked her knowing the women would ravish her until she was bruised and red and cut and sore.

He watched and laughed from up above as the women devoured Miranda. After some time had passed, he called out below.

"Okay bitches, entertain me," he instructed the women.

This was the part of the morning routine that turned the women in lesbians for Lucas's viewing pleasure. They were use to this event. Some gravitated towards their favorites, while others found new skin to kiss and caress.

Lucas watched with sexual contentment as mouths touched mouths. Legs intertwined; pussies greeted lips. Most sex chairs were occupied and offered him an erotic view from up above. Soft radiant skin was being caressed by numerous hands, or sometimes one on one.

Some women took out their strap-ones. Couples soon fornicated aggressively, knowing how to arouse one another to an erotic extreme. They were hoping to capture Lucas's eye so he would choose them as one of his daily three, morning wenches. The competition was fierce and the sexual playground visual was dynamic and exuberant.

And it was all for him. Lucas felt himself feeling aroused once more. Soon he would be fucking Daphnia if she could fulfill her mission in time. If not her over thrower would become his new toy.

Daphnia moved towards her mark. 824 was an exotic raving beauty and already had two women on her by the time she found her. One was sucking on her tits while the other was running her tongue up and down her inner thighs.

Daphnia moved herself into position and released her extra long snake like tongue so it landed on 824's clit with a forceful slap. 824 looked up at her, then closed her eyes and moaned.

Daphnia continued her pleasure fulfilling techniques. She urged the others away with nudges and pulled 824's pussy up to her mouth. Daphnia's fingers slid in and out of her wet opening while her tongue slid around her clit with forceful resignation.

Daphnia knew the clock was ticking so she increased her speed and slid a finger in 824's ass. 824's orgasm pulsated into Daphnia's mouth.

Upstairs Lucas watched and started to stroke his red hard cock.

As 824 lay helpless in the sex chair Daphnia slid her wet pussy over top of 824's face and started rocking up and down on her tongue and lips. She slid lower and lower, sometimes pushing down lightly, then raising back up. The girl's tongue responded by retracting and increasing it's length.

Daphnia sensed that the time was almost up and with a determined push she planted her pussy over the mouth and nose of the beauty beneath her. 824 struggled and fought, hitting and pushing Daphnia to make her raise her pussy from her life giving orifices. 

At that moment Daphnia let out a cry of release. Her orgasm was overwhelmingly strong and riveted her. 824's struggle for freedom continued but she was no match for Daphnia. Daphnia held her ground and pushed down harder until the struggle ceased.

Instantly she could feel her transformation begin. Her already amazingly attractive body and features began changing to an even higher level of intoxicating beauty. Daphnia arched her back and stretched her arms up, signally her victory. Then she stood triumphantly and waited for the signal.

Women were pleasuring each other around her to please Lucas and didn't notice what happened. Two women discreetly carried 824 to her room. There she would sleep for a fortnight and when she awoke her beauty would be diminished. Her radiant features had been instantly awarded to Daphnia but it would take time for her beauty to diminish.

Daphnia heard the now familiar whistle blow and proceeded up the stairs to be fucked by the beast, Lucas.

Lucas was overwhelmed by Daphnia's beauty as soon she entered the room. She licked her lips and moved her sexy body seductively as he guided her approach. His red hard penis dangled before him. Daphnia looked at his power and strength and felt totally turned on. Maybe that's why she won the beauty contest so far. She really enjoyed her role. 

"Kneel down!"

She did as told. 

"Part your legs wide!"

She did as told.

"Show me how wet you are! I want to hear it."

Lucas watched as Daphnia licked his lips then slid them between her pussy lips and started pumping. Soon wet gushing sounds filled the room. He held his cock in front of her face so she could smell it. She resisted an urge to allow her snake like tongue to do it's will and chose instead, as usual, complete obedience.

"Cum for me bitch!"

Her orgasm followed on cue. Swift vibrant currents with a powerful voltage rippled through her.

"Good girl," he said obviously pleased at her display of pleasure.

He came up behind her then and proceeded to touch her g spot and go beyond, the instant his red throbbing cock entered her molten pussy. She could feel his searing strength rip through her; her wet pussy still pulsing and sensitive. He repeatedly grabbed her hips and pulled her sexy curves toward his hardness. Daphnia flipped her hair back and forth and pushed back on every thrust enjoying every movement of his cock inside her. It would be sad to see him go.

Lucas flipped Daphnia and started to fuck her face to face then. His strong chest moved up and down on top of her as if he was doing push ups. She felt him so deep inside her and had another orgasm. They tried many different positions, and then suddenly opportunity was upon her.

She was behind him pressing her sexy body into his when she wrapped her hair around Lucas's neck and pulled back. He struggled in vain as she used all her power and strength.

Suddenly she felt the transformation as his energy released into hers. She felt herself getting taller and bigger. Her color changed to a bright neon red. Her blonde hair became red and so did her nipples. By morning she knew her wings would sprout and her fur would begin to grow. She moaned loudly to the air above her, feeling her raw power. Daphnia's fingers reached down and touched her wet pussy while looking down at the women below her.

She was in charge now. The first thing she thought she might do was recruit some men for the playground. They would add lots of flavor.



Red Hot Lips Cyber Affair



Should she really do it? She had been surfing the net looking for some adult chat, not really sure what she was looking for. She found the room itself quite dull, but then her instant messenger started to go nuts. Whoa, this was not what Red expected. All of them wanted to know if she had a web cam, she did, but didn't want to show herself in that way. So she lied and said she didn't have one. It was a bit on strange side she thought. Never could she do that. One man asked her if she wanted to watch him, should she? Oh what the hell she thought and she said yes. She was curious about it.

Wow! There was a picture of a man stroking a nice hard cock. It made her pussy tingle with anticipation. She watched as he worked it, oh my, it was nice. Before long she had four guys onscreen jacking off for her. Red discovered she liked to watch. In fact it made her horny as hell. She slipped her panties off from under her skirt. The action of going commando was a thrill on it's own, but with her view, whoa! It was not long she had her fingers in her own pussy finding some satisfaction for herself. It had been a long time since she had cum that much. Her chair was soaked. If she did this again, some changes would need to be made, and Red knew she would be back. It was exciting to watch them. 

She needed to get a few things lined up before coming back though. Like a new name on her messenger, she didn't need her friends wondering what she was doing. This was her naughty little secret. And maybe she should buy a new chair, a waterproof one!

She was back 3 days later with a new name. Red_Hot_Lips. She was still undecided about the web cam. The second chat was just as hot as the first. Thank god for the waterproof seat on the new chair! She knew it was time to purchase a toy for this, her fingers got so wet and sticky it made a mess of the keyboard and mouse. 

Red took her first trip to a sex shop. Her eyes were huge, as she looked at all the different colours, styles, & models available. She finally chose a red 8-inch dildo. She could not wait to try it out. Her pussy tingled with anticipation just thinking about what she going to do with it made her panties wet. As soon as she got home she went into her bedroom and locked the door. She undressed and unwrapped her new toy. It felt right. Which way should she try it? Standing or lying down? She decided for the first time lying down was best. 

She got out her favourite strawberry flavoured lube and rubbed some on her breasts, which always felt nice. Her nipples were hard and slippery. She came without using "Big Red." She was ready to try her first dildo. Her hand went down to her slick wet pussy, no lube needed there! Her finger touched her clit and found it wet, she rubbed it gently and moaned. Her fingers quickened and she came again. Wow, 2 orgasms before she even put Big Red to work!

She reached over to Big Red and picked up the dildo. Red looked at the dildo and brought it to her mouth and licked it. Then she sucked on it. She took the rubber cock out of her mouth and placed the head on her moist lips and prepared to make them red! She gently pressed the rubber cock into her pussy, oh if felt nice and a little cool inside of her, not warm like a mans cock. She slowly pulled it out and quickly rammed it back into her cunt. She did that a few times till she could no longer stand it, soon she was ramming the rubber dick into her wet pussy as hard and fast as she could. She reached an orgasm and the release felt wonderful.

The next step in Red's naughty journey was still to come (no pun intended!) She went to the chat rooms, but tonight nobody would show her their cam. They wanted to masturbate together online with her. Red was a bit scared, she never showed anyone her privates. In reality Red was a prude, that she had went this far was amazing. 

Red thought maybe she would hook up the cam offline and see what she looked like on it. This was kind of exciting. She reached over to adjust the cam and accidentally hit the take a pic button! Shit! Now there was a picture of her pussy on her computer. She looked at it. It didn't look half bad, and maybe a few more would be fun. This was turning her on! She took pictures of her breasts, her pussy, her pussy opened wide and one with Big Red shoved into her pussy. Should she keep them? Someone may see them on here she thought. She would delete the pictures. But she liked them. Maybe she could hide them in a file by themselves. Would anyone find them? So that's what Red did she hid them in a secret file..

Maybe Red could do the live cams after all; nobody would see anything other than her pussy and what she did to it. Red decided to masturbate with the cam but only offline. What a turn on! Her pussy was hot and she was horny. She was going to go online with cam. With growing excitement Red logged on. She went to her favourite room. She waited until someone wanted to see her cam, but she told them not unless she could see them too. An invite came right away, and the cam loaded and she saw a nice large cock. Red let the other guy see her cam. It made her hot, cause she could see herself too!

Soon her screen lit up with requests, some had invites to other cams. How many should she let watch? What the hell let them all look! Red was going to show how red those lips could get!! Soon Red had 38 viewers, and they were all watching her rub her clit. Red put her strawberry lube on her fingers and stroked her pussy. It felt very nice, but what the viewers did not see was what Red did when her hands disappeared. She licked her fingers; they tasted of strawberry and her own juices. MMMM yummy. Many hard cocks were showing on her screen. It was a virtual orgy of masturbation, all colours and sizes of cocks were there to see. One man came right away, but stayed to watch her little peep show. Looks like Red was a voyeur and exhibitionist as well, she was enjoying this cam show a lot.

She came soon and made her new chair all wet. The chair was slippery with her cum. The sight of that made another man so hot he shot his load. However he stayed to watch too. Red could smell the strawberry scent and the scent of her own cum. She reached over a picked up Big Red. The viewers could not see, but she licked the rubber cock. She could wait no longer; she lowered her toy to her wet pussy and slipped it in. She was so wet the dildo went all the way into her, buried to the hilt. She moaned with pleasure, and it was then she realized her cam had a mic and her viewers heard every sound she made!

This made things even more fun, Red knew all could hear and it made her hornier yet. She was so wet you could her the dildo making slurping and sucking wet noises as she fucked herself with it. It made her so excited she forgot all about the sight on her screen. She fucked her pussy hard and fast and it got wetter, and her lips got redder. She came, it gushed out in a big stream all over the chair and the floor. You could hear cum drip down to the floor. All heard her moans, her scream of pleasure and how wet she was. Red had one of the largest orgasms of her life. It was so hot the other people watching came too. It was wet, it was wild and it was fun! Some night if you log onto an adult chat you may run across Red and her toy, and we all know Red would love to have you see her too.



Red Hot Ride



I'd been on the Patrol for 3.5 years now, and it wasn't like I hadn't seen this before. In fact, I'd seen it often enough that I now looked forward to it. Very simply stated, there are some people that simply believe they are above the law. And there is a particular class of these people that interests me...young women. Specifically, young women who still lived out of Daddy's wallet...until they found some other rich sucker who could afford to take care of them in the manner to which they had become accustomed (which usually involved a hot red sports car). Daddy was always very rich, powerful, well-connected...i.e., not someone you'd want to mess with. But he'd earned that reputation the hard way...with (figuratively or literally) knives in the backs of his competitors. These Daddy's girls hadn't earned a thing. However, no one had bothered telling them that...so far.

It had been going on for better than a week. Who knew why? Who cared? It couldn't be a job...that was out of the question. It could be a boyfriend. It could be a daily trip to the gym. After all, this type of girl had one asset she really needed to worry about: her body. So, more than likely it was the gym. But it didn't matter. Once it passed about 3 days in a row, I took notice...and I followed just long enough to get a sense of how far down the road she was headed. So I put together a plan...taking into account all the predictable variables. There were always things you couldn't know for sure in advance. But one thing I was sure of was...the blinking lights and the Smokey Bear hat generally kept passersby from asking too many questions.

I decided it would be on a Tuesday. It was one of those "half-holidays". The ones where government types and bankers have to work, but a lot of others take the day off. That meant the traffic would be down somewhat...lessening the likelihood of complications. The digital clock on the dash read 8:32am, and I knew I'd be seeing her tear by within the next 10 minutes. Two minutes later, she blew past me going at least 75. I was half-hidden by a concrete embankment, but I slowly pulled out into the right lane and tailed her in a very low-key manner...never letting her out of my sight. When she passed the last exit before the target, I sped up and kicked on the lights...traffic moved right as I pulled into the middle and then the high-speed lane. I knew she'd intially think she'd outrun me...so I had to close fast, with only about a mile remaining before the all-important exit.

She was 15 lengths ahead of me...her long blonde hair blowing up behind her in the breeze. It was a very pleasant day, even for this hour of the morning. A great time of year. And yes...a great day. This was going to be a GREAT day. 10 lengths now...I just KNEW that she gave off a big sigh before even moving out of the passing lane.This little bird was one opportunistic driver...headed wherever she wanted at anytime, no lane signals, nothing. She owned the road...and she damn well knew it. When I moved into the middle lane behind her, she moved over into the right lane. I knew she was thinking: "What's he doing? Why didn't he pass me? Dammit..." And then, as I pulled into the right lane behind her...just at the precise intended moment, it sunk in. And it was too late. She was now at the entrance to the exit ramp...the traffic behind knew that I was pulling her over, and they had started to swell back into the lanes and pass us again. But because of the hilly area, there was no place to pull to the side on the ramp itself. She had to exit the freeway, and then I gave her a hand-signal to turn right and park. And park she did.

No one really even knew why this road existed. Of course, I did...but, to the general public, there was no justification whatsoever. If it saw 20 cars in a day, it would be a shock. But there were about 50 semis in a day that used it...and they all had one destination. Ransom Pharmaceuticals, owned by multi-billionaire Hank Ransom...the hard-scrapping Texan who had moved here years back and made the fortune of many lifetimes with his cancer-fighting wonder drug. It was expensive stuff...but when you're losing a loved one, you'll pay almost anything. It would be up for generic manufacture in three years, and everyone figured that, at that point, the plant would close completely. But, for now...there was still a steady, if small, stream of traffic that used this road each day. However, that was to the left...and I had told her to turn right. The street was basically a dead-end this way...there was a loop turnaround for those that turned the wrong direction...and a small utility building to the right for various communications links. Unmanned.

As she screeched to a stop, her door popped open and she jumped out of the car, marching back my way, glaring at me. I looked up just as she reached the trunk of her car and pointed her back into her car. She crossed her arms and stamped her foot. Who the hell did I think I was, anyway? Oh, yes...this was going to be interesting. Finally, she got back in her car...leaving her door open and her legs out on the road.

After keeping her waiting for about 5 minutes, I slowly opened my door, exited the vehicle and slipped on my Patrol hat. My mirror shades had been in place all along. I cut a pretty nice image in the uniform. 6′3″, 195, thick, muscular upper body. I could be fairly intimidating to just about anyone I'd ever encountered. But I knew this little filly would be different. As soon as she saw me walking her way, she jumped out of the car again. "What the hell is this all about? I've got places to be. You had no reason to stop me." I motioned her to sit back down. She said, "I will not!" Now, the fun began. I got to within 3 feet of her face and barked, "Sit DOWN...!!" I let my deep voice ring for a minute in her brain...and sure enough, once it registered fully, she backed away and sat down quickly.

"License and registration, please."

She reached behind her and picked them up off the seat...dangling her hand as if she could barely be troubled for such intrusive cooperation. As I suspected, the attitude was resurfacing.

"Miss, were you aware that you were travelling 78 mph in a 65 mph zone, that you were not signalling before changing lanes, and that the right brake light on your car is not functioning?"

"I was not. And you need to let me go now."

"Miss, don't force me to charge you in order to extract your cooperation. (she sighed and sat back again) It says here that this car is registered to a Caitlin Ransom. Is that you?"

"It's me. Doesn't the name mean anything to you?"

"It does if you are related to the Ransom Pharmaceuticals family."

"Exactly. Now let me go before I have your badge."

"Miss, I'm going to request nicely just one more time. Please watch your mouth and your attitude and your threats. I don't want to have to charge you now."

"Charge me with what, hot shot? A broken tail light? My Dad will have you thrown off the Patrol, and you won't be able to work in this town again!!"

"I see. Well, Miss. I tried to warn you. Stand up please. (she popped up...just so she could be closer the next time she spat venom my way) Now, turn around and put your hands on the hood of the car."

"What? What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"I am placing you under arrest. On many grounds, including verbal threats to an officer of the law, excessive speed in a motor vehicle, malfunctioning safety equipment, and yes...even resisting arrest. Get your hands on the hood."

"Get bent!"

I whirled her around and slammed her hands on top of the car...then cuffed her quickly, with her arms behind her back. It was a nice sight. Her chest was even more prounounced with her arms like that...her sleeveless top looked wonderful, and her short jean skirt showed off her legs to nice effect. "Step around to the other side of the car, Miss. We don't want someone side-swiping us if they don't see us in time.

She was steaming now...but completely powerless. She couldn't get to her cell phone. She knew she was probably guilty of whatever I'd said...and the fact that her threats hadn't backed me down had begun to scare her. Once she could reach her dad or his lawyer, or even a friend that she could vent to...she'd be OK. But for now, she was much closer than she'd been in years to a scared little girl. She walked slowly around the car, and stood quietly, waiting to see what I was going to do next.

But even scared little girls sometimes lash out and throw tantrums.

"Dammit, let me go now! You have no idea how bad I can make things for you..."

"Yes, Miss. Of course. I'm sure you'll have every opportunity to do so. But, at the moment, you are in my custody, and you WILL do what I say. Are we clear on that?" There weren't 6 inches between her face and mine by the time I stopped speaking. She grew instantly silent.

"Miss, are you carrying any hidden weapons on your person?"

"No, of course not. Why would you ask?"

"You've spent the last several minutes threatening me. My job, as an officer of the law, is to see that any threats are neutralized before I proceed with the arrest. Stand facing the car, please. Spread your legs about as wide as your shoulders...and hold still, please." I squatted down behind her and, beginning at her feet, patted her down...even though her legs were completely bare.

"Oh nice. Having fun down there?" she spat.

When I reached the bottom of her skirt, I did pat her down along the side, which is customary. But then, I stood up behind her...close behind her...and slid my hands down under her skirt in front. "What the hell are you doing...?" she squealed.

She was, at best, about 5′5″...her license said 5′7″, but I suspected 5′3 and a half or 5′4″. My large body had her pinned against the car with her hands behind her. She wasn't going anywhere, and it was quite obvious that she'd never been at anyone's mercy before in quite this way. In fact...I wondered...mouthy girls like this had often done much less in real life than their attitude suggested. How far had she actually gone? This had been interesting, and was becoming even moreso.

My right hand was under her skirt, rubbing her mound firmly through her thong. She was indignant now, but scared of being raped. Since her attempts at intimidation hadn't worked, she was working through her options...planning her next move. But as I slid my hand under the crotch of her thong and began working around her joy button, it became apparent that she wasn't thinking clearly anymore. She was doing her best to suppress her breathing in order to cover any pleasurable reaction. If you've never felt your body betray you by feeling things at a time and place that you wish it wouldn't, you might find it hard to understand. But she was losing the battle.

I slid a finger inside her, and she struggled to stand still...her breathing now clearly deepened, and it wasn't possible for her to keep her soft moaning silent any longer. Even with nowhere to go, she had struggled at first to pull away from my touch...but she'd given that up compltely at this point. My forefinger worked around inside her...rubbing across her pleasure center, up and down, and side to side. And my left hand was fondling her breasts thru her top. Her nipples were completely stiff...another betrayal by her body.

I reached down behind her now and popped the lock on one of the handcuffs. She was free to properly brace herself against the car with her hands now. My thick, powerful fingers, however, continued pleasuring her as intensely as I knew how. And my left hand was down down inside her top, inside her bra cup...gently squeezing her breasts and tugging on her nipples. She was moaning and obviously had no intention of objecting at this point. She was dripping wet, and I knew that it was time to unholster my gun.

I unzipped my pants and slid it out. It was thick and reasonably long...and it had been ready for some time. Fully swollen with blood, warm and ready to go. I slid the back of her skirt up and rubbed it a couple times against her bare butt cheeks...then slid it between her legs. I lifted her up to gain a better angle, and then slipped the fat head between her lips from behind. She gasped: "Oh my god...!" I was guessing that, if she'd done this before, she had been in control, and her pleasure came much more from that than from anything the guy did to her. But this was no time to mess around....I slid deeper inside...slowly back and forth, in and out...until I was fully buried inside her.

Her weight was leaning against me...so my hands were now free for a moment, and I reached around and quickly unbuttoned her top, so her breasts were hanging out. I pinched her nipples lightly, tugging on them and then squeezed the whole breasts...and apparently that touched something in her that she really wanted/needed to feel. She gave up all restraint at that point. Her pleasure had no bounds and no inhibitions...she was loud and she didn't care. Moaning, urging me on...faster, harder, more of this, more of that...she wanted everything I could give her...and I gladly obliged.

I rammed her hard time and again....long, slow strokes, long, fast strokes....pulling her hips back toward me as I banged her. She was a tigress, but let out of cage for the first time ever, and she didn't want it to end. But I was more than equal to the task. I rammed and slammed her until neither of us had much left. And then I felt her begin to tighten down around me...she had hit the wall and begun to climax with waves of pleasure....and she started to tighten down on me like a vice. I plunged deep within her a few more times....then pulled out and shot my seed all over her bare ass cheeks. She reached around behind her and rubbed it in to her skin, while I slowly fingered her past climax and rubbed her gently into a cool-down period. She collapsed against the car. Her legs were like jelly. I eased her skirt back down and helped her get her top buttoned up again, and she sat down in the passenger seat of her car, smiling crookedly at me, and waiting for me to speak first.

I pulled out my traffic pad, and said, "I was considered charging you with trying to bribe a police officer as well...but I'm thinking that I'll let this one go with a verbal warning. Just make sure that you get that brake light fixed, eh?"

"I most certainly will, Officer. Thanks for keeping our roads safe. Have a great day."

"Oh, I most certainly will...I can assure you." I walked back to my cruiser, and climbed inside. Once I made sure that she was safely back in her car and underway, I pulled back around and out onto the freeway, in search of the next criminal of the day.



Red-Hot Rita Ch. 01



I’ve always been fascinated by women. When I turned 18 years old, my parents bought me a computer and I suddenly had plenty of fuel to fire my lust. Very quickly, I found that my lust centered on the more mature women in my life. When I say mature, I mean women my mom’s age, not that she’s all that old. Suffice it to say that the material for my sexual fantasies on the World Wide Web consisted of the more “classic pornstars” of the past rather than the ‘newcomers.’ Of course, being so horny all the time, any woman with a nice body and a pretty face did wonders to the state of my cock.

My parents and I live in a high-end neighborhood of extravagant homes with manicured lawns and crystal clear swimming pools. Our house bordered a private golf course and I spent a fair amount of time ogling the women on the golf while either playing or hanging around in our backyard at the pool. It seemed that many of the club members had classic trophy wives who led lives of leisure and spent a great deal of time keeping up their appearance and shopping for their wardrobes, whether for the golf course or for nights on the town. They certainly knew how to spend their husband’s money. 

The wives were tan, fit, and elegant and they enjoyed showing off their wares which were in incredible shape considering the fact that most of them were in their forties. Every time I was in the club house after school there were women dressed in expensive business suits and high heels. On the golf course, these women enhanced the landscape of every hole to make them look like a photo spread for an ad in a golf magazine. 

Our house was quite large, I had my own bedroom upstairs on the opposite end of the main hallway from my parents. This allowed me the privacy I wanted as a high school senior and a good view of the golf course as well as our neighbor’s yard. I spent many hours surfing for sex stories and pictures of hot older women. My appetite for sex was big but with masturbation being my only outlet so far, I often fantasized about losing my virginity to one of the women in the neighborhood or at the country club.

School was always easy for me so I spent a lot of classroom time day-dreaming about my female teachers, neighbors, and the trophy wives at the golf course. Being a typical horny male, I was constantly focused on sexual matters. The shape of a woman’s calves and legs when she wore high heels, the hemline of a skirt against her thighs, the swell of her tits in a blouse, the lace of her bra if exposed by the cut of a shirt, the movement and potential exposure of her panties as she crossed her legs, the sound of her stocking-clad legs rubbing together as her heels click against the floor….

I fantasized every night about beautiful women, even my mom who fit in quite nicely with the country club trophy wives. There were hot girls at my school but they didn’t draw my attention like older women. I dated girls from school now and then but it was awkward for me and I never could figure out how to get past kissing and fondling to my ultimate desire. So my sexual energies typically found limited release in my fantasies about losing my virginity to some hot wife at the golf course or in the neighborhood and then having her teach me the art of loving.

On a warm spring evening, I was sitting at my desk in front of my computer with my headphones on listening to this hot Literotica audio story about a mom and a college student. Her voice hypnotized me and I could imagine that I was the young man that she was fucking. Knowing that my parents were still awake, I couldn’t jerk myself but my cock was super hard as I rubbed it through my pants. 

I was interrupted from the story when my mom walked into my room to announce that she was going to bed. Before she could figure out what I was doing, I flicked to another screen and turned to say good night. She gave me a quizzical look and paused before shutting the door. Despite the fact that mom is gorgeous, this surprise interruption sort of ruined the mood for me and I sat staring at the window. I got up to look next door with my never-ending hope that I would see my neighbor, Mrs. Wilson, undressing or perhaps even fucking. Of course, this never was the case but I still had hope.

It was almost 11:00 and there were a few lights on in the house. Looking into what I knew to be the master bedroom downstairs at the back of the house, I saw someone moving. Excitement shot through me at the possibility that I would finally see something but it turned out to be a man from what I could tell. My angle from upstairs wasn’t good so I decided to go downstairs to try to get a better look.

From our kitchen, I had a better view and saw that Mr. Wilson was packing a suitcase. Disappointed, I turned away to get a glass of water. I resigned myself to going to bed but when I turned back to leave, I saw Mrs. Wilson standing behind her husband. She started to undress so I quickly turned out the light and watched. When Mrs. Wilson began to remove her blouse, I started to get hard and my thoughts of seeing her naked made my heart race. I could see that she was wearing a sexy white lace bra as I waited for more. Unfortunately, just as she was about to unclasp her bra, her husband pulled the curtains shut. A few moments later the lights went out and I was left wondering what was going on in the Wilson’s bedroom.

It occurred to me to go out to their window but I was scared of getting caught so I went to bed and jerked off thinking about Mrs. Rita Wilson. The Wilson’s had been our neighbors for as long as I could remember and because they didn’t have any kids, Mrs. Wilson was often playful with me at parties. Mrs. Wilson had a subtle but classic beauty to her. I’d always thought of her in a motherly sort of way until I was older and I read more into her polite flirtations and appearance. Thinking about her sexually now made it harder to be around her at barbeques when everyone was swimming and wearing very little clothing. Still, she wasn’t a big part of my fantasies until I saw her breasts that night, even if she was still in her bra. I knew that her tits were full and heavy and that they would hang in the way I loved. In most of my fantasies, I love having a woman ride me or to fuck her from behind because of the way her tits will sway and shake to my poundings.

I shot a good big load that night and fell asleep thinking that I might be able to get a better view of Mrs. Wilson by peeping in their bedroom window at some point. It might just be worth the risk.

The next morning I wandered off to school with the usual thoughts. In my third period English class with Mrs. Ryan, I got so hard I considered masturbating in the bathroom between classes. Although Mrs. Ryan didn’t have the spectacular face of a trophy wife, she wore these stylish glasses that made her look kind of sexy. And she always wore dresses or skirts with blouses that were a little tight and made her look sinful and almost slutty. She definitely wasn’t fat, just sort of voluptuous and it was hard to tell exactly what her body was like. Today she was wearing a new outfit—her black skirt hugged her ass and her white blouse was just sheer enough to hint that she was wearing a lace bra. 

“Fucking shit!” I thought to myself, “I bet Mrs. Ryan has a wild side to her.” When class ended, I made sure I was the last to leave so that no one could see the bulge in my jeans. However, I did notice that Mrs. Ryan did a bit of a double take when she saw me leave. Her brief glance to my crotch made me scurry a little quicker out of the room.

After I finished my homework that night, I watch some TV before flipping on my computer. Unfortunately, I didn’t find any new stories that interested me on Literotica so I surfed through some pictures on various sites. I was semi-hard when I glanced out the window and saw the light on in the Wilson’s bedroom again. The curtains were open but I didn’t see anyone so I went downstairs.

From the kitchen, I could see Mr. Wilson unfastening his necktie. He seemed to be talking to someone and I imagined it was Mrs. Wilson. Mr. Wilson moved out of view and then the lights went out. Disappointed again, I decided to go to bed but just as I turned to leave, I saw another light go on. The room was more dimly lit now by a lamp near the window. I waited and waited and eventually was greeted by the sight of Mrs. Wilson wearing a short red satin nightie. She was quickly joined by her husband who took her in his arms and kissed her. After a few moments, they moved out of view. I knew they must have gone to the bed but the lamp was still on.

I ran up the stairs to put on shoes and then snuck out the backdoor. I went around the side of our house and crept along toward the back of the Wilson’s house to their bedroom window. I was scared to peek in because of the light but worked up the courage to pop my head up to the window pane.

When my eyes made it over the sill, I was engrossed by what I saw. Mrs. Wilson was on her hands and knees crawling between her husband’s legs, taking husband’s cock between her lips. I nearly lost it right then but kept watching. She easily took him in her mouth and worked up and down on his erection. A few moments later, she released his short cock and moved up the bed across his body to mount him. She looked so sexy as she did this with her surprisingly big tits swaying.

She worked his cock into her pussy and sat back on it. As she began to ride her husband, her tits started to sway up and down. Even from my poor vantage point, she looked so good like that. Up and down, up and down, her body moved sensually with a nice rhythm. Her husband reached for her hips and began to quicken the pace. Mrs. Wilson began to bounce and moan as her tits shook and the fucking became more forceful. She worked her ass harder and I heard Mr. Wilson start grunting. 

I pulled my cock out and started stroking it. Mrs. Wilson started to grind her hips on the cock in her cunt and I could hear her moaning now. She put her hands on his chest and began to slam down on his cock so hard I could hear their bodies slapping together. I jerked myself harder standing there outside their window with incredible excitement building in my balls.

I stood up taller to see the beautiful woman pull on her nipples and gyrate faster. She looked like she was about to cum and from the noises her husband was making, he was close too. The sounds of their fucking suddenly got louder and I was hypnotized by the action. It took a second but then I went into shock when I saw that Mrs. Wilson seemed to be looking at me. I froze but in the same instant, she smiled and licked her lips. I didn’t know what to do but because Mrs. Wilson didn’t stop, I didn’t either. I kept stroking my big hard cock and watched. 

Mrs. Wilson began to bounce harder and started talking louder. “Fuck me! Honey, fuck me and give me your load!” Then closed her eyes and starting ramming herself up and down. “Oh baby! That’s so good! Cum for me honey! Fill me up!” she yelled.

I was almost pressing my face against the window and my heavy breathing caused some fog to form on the glass. Mrs. Wilson looked at me again and opened her mouth in ecstasy. Her husband grunted as he began to cum and this caused her to shake and moan, “YES!!! Shoot in me! I want your cum! Oh yes! I’m cumming too!!!” She kept gazing in my direction as she groaned and collapsed.

“Did you enjoy that baby?” she said after she caught her breath. She was laying on her husband’s chest, still looking my way. I could only keep stroking myself. Her husband laid still on the bed as Mrs. Wilson slid one of her fingers through her pussy lips. She raised it to her lips and licked it. “I’m going to miss you for the next few days.”

Mrs. Wilson slowly got up off of her husband and moved toward the window. I couldn’t stopped jerking my cock but wanted to run away. She held a finger to her lips as she prepared to turn out the lamp. Seeing her in all of her naked glory, I started to shoot my load against the side of her house. She must have noticed my changing facial expression and raised her hand to the window, so close to my face. My mouth opened as a groan escaped and I shot a huge load of cum on the house. I don’t know if she knew what I had just done but she smiled sweetly and clicked off the lamp, turning back to the bed. A little embarrassed, I stuffed my cock back into my pants snuck back home in excitement and fear. 

**********

When I woke up the next morning, I was uncertain about what would happen the next time I saw Mrs. Wilson. She hadn’t screamed or called the cops when she saw me but it was an awkward situation in general. I got up to shower and when I entered the hallway, I heard voices downstairs. I was too distracted to pay attention and took a long shower to clear my head. The cascade of hot water helped me regain my thoughts and I was glad it was Saturday.

After getting dressed I wandered down the stairs in a good mood looking forward to breakfast. However, I stumbled when I recognized the voices in the kitchen. I couldn’t believe it when I turned the corner and saw Mrs. Wilson talking to my mother at the kitchen table. They were having coffee and laughing about something. I flushed and almost ran back upstairs but Mrs. Wilson saw me and said, “Good morning Paul.” Mom then turned around and greeted me with a “Hi Honey.”

“Uhh, morning. Hello Mrs. Wilson.” I muttered avoiding eye contact.

“Want me to cook you something for breakfast?” Mom asked. I just stood there and then nervously went to the refrigerator. “No, I’ll just get a bowl of cereal.”

“Where’s dad?” I asked as I went about my business, trying to calm down. 

“He took Mr. Wilson to the airport. He’ll be back in an hour.” Mom said.

“Oh…” I said and started in on my breakfast.

“Yes, my husband will be away on business for a week and I was just asking your mother if you could help me with some work in my garden. I wanted to plant some new seeds in the flower bed between our houses.” Mrs. Wilson said with a sly smile.

I glanced at her trying to measure her words. Her word choices were interesting but made me cautious and weary.

“But maybe I should go to the nursery and pick out some flowers, perhaps some roses or clematis that will grow and creep up the side of the house. If you’re busy Paul, I’m sure I can hire someone from the garden to do the work with me.”

“Uhh…Well, I was going to…. Uhh, okay.” I relented when mom reprimanded me with a look.

“Don’t worry Paul. I’ll make it worth your time.” Mrs. Wilson added. “Does two o’clock work for you? If you could mow the lawn too, I’d appreciate it so much. Mr. Wilson hasn’t been happy with the way the lawn looks and I haven’t been satisfied with the service either. You could do it all summer and make some money for all those dates you go on.” She tried to tease me.

I guessed that Mrs. Wilson wasn’t mad at me by this point and in fact, it sounded like she was propositioning me. But I was nervous as hell and the sound of the cereal crunching was violently pounding in my ears.

“Uhh, two o’clock. Okay.” I quickly got up and took my bowl to the sink.

Mrs. Wilson got up and brushed against me as she refilled her coffee cup. Standing next to me, she added, “You won’t need any gloves, I have some for you. I don’t like to wear them myself because I like the feel…of the dirt in my hands.”

“Rita, Paul will be happy to help you and you don’t need to pay him.” Mom got up and joined me at the sink. “I’ll take care of that Paul. Go clean your room and then get ready to help Mrs. Wilson.”

“Yeah, it’s fine Mrs. Wilson. I…I’ll come over at two.” I left the kitchen with a good tingle in my cock.

**********

Two Days of Teasing

I was anxious and excited as I walked next door to the Wilson’s. I rang the doorbell and waited, feeling like I was going to collapse. When Mrs. Wilson answered the door, she was wearing a white sleeveless button down shirt tied at her waist and khaki shorts with sandals. I don’t think she was wearing a bra or panties because I could see a trace of her nipples against her blouse and the material of her shorts was smooth across her ass. I was hoping I could find out by stealing glances during the rest of the day.

She leaned into me and kissed my cheek and whispered, “Thanks for coming. It’s going to be a hot day and I really appreciate you doing this Paul.” She brushed her lips against my ear and sent a shiver through me. I watched her turn to lead me into the house. She asked me if I wanted a glass of lemonade as we discussed and surveyed her plans for the yard. I just listened until she got up to show me where the mower was in the garage. She picked up some keys and led me through the back yard. Again I was treated to the vision of her sexy form move as she walked ahead of me.

After Mrs. Wilson explained everything, she told me she would check on me in an hour. I watched her as she turned to leave, her ass was glorious. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her and was lost in nasty thoughts when she stopped and turned back to me. I blushed as she said, “Here.” And tossed me the keys.

“You might need these, one is for the garage and the other is for the backdoor to the house. If you want, I’ll hire you to do this for the entire summer. Your mom told me you needed a job.” She didn’t wait for a reply and was gone.

I busied myself with the lawnmower. Overnight, my life was taking on a new dimension but I didn’t have a firm grasp on anything except the fact that I would have to jerk my cock at the next opportunity. I got to work hoping to take my mind off of Mrs. Wilson’s ass. The Arizona heat enveloped me in a quick sweat as I pushed the mower back and forth across the small front lawn. A short while later I moved into the backyard and worked my way around the pool. The water looked enticing as I made my way around and around it with the mower.

When I was almost finished, Mrs. Wilson came out. The swell of her tits in the deep cleavage of her blouse was a welcome sight. Her tan flesh and long legs were obviously the result of long hours spent in the sun. She must have laid out during the day when I was at school. I wondered if she sunned herself in the nude. 

“Looks great Paul. Here’s a glass of water.” she offered.

“Thank you Mrs. Wilson.” I took a big gulp.

“Rita. Call me Rita when your parents aren’t around.” She said. “You know, it’s so hot, you can take off your shirt if you want. You don’t have to be embarrassed around me.”

“Uhm, it’s okay.” I was still a little skinny and immediately decided that I would start lifting weights to get in shape.

“Did you get the side yard over between our houses?” She asked. I’d forgotten that there was a strip of lawn over there. “No, I forgot.” 

“Hmm. How could you forget that Paul?” She paused. “Finish mowing the side and then we’ll run over to the garden center and pick up some flowers.”

“Uh, okay.”

I pushed the mower to area between our houses and saw the cum stain I’d made on the side of the house. After I finished mowing the grass, I tried to wash the cum away while not being seen but I couldn’t get some of it off. I went to put the machine back in the garage when Mrs. Wilson called out that I should get cleaned up and wait for her in her Mercedes Wagon. I washed up in the kitchen sink and went to wait in the car. I was still a little sweaty sitting as I wondered what was taking so long. Just then Mrs. Wilson appeared, her fresh face glowing, her lips painted with bright red lipstick, her bobbed blonde hair pushed behind her ears. “Okay, ready. Sorry it took me so long.” She said as I took in the smell of her perfume. 

As we drove, I kept stealing glances at her tight thighs and the curves of her tits. It was hot and the fact that I was nervous about what she would say about last night didn’t help my increasingly excited condition. Mrs. Wilson broke the silent tension by asking, “So how’s school going?”




Red-Hot Rita Ch. 01



“Okay, it’s not too hard or anything.”

“Your mom’s told me that you earn good grades.” I could see her looking my way out of the corner of my eye.

“Yeah, it’s no big deal.” I said, staring straight down the road.

“What’s your favorite class?” She shifted her ass in the seat as she asked this.

“Umm, probably English.” I muttered. I didn’t tell her why it was my favorite.

“Do you have a favorite girl? I bet there’s someone you’ve been dating.”

I swallowed hard, scared that she was implying something about my adventure in voyeurism the night before.

“Paul, you don’t have to be shy with me. Your mom told me that you weren’t dating anyone right now. We talked about it this morning.”

“Well, I don’t know. It’s hard, I just haven’t met the right girl I guess.”

“I remember when I was in high school. All of the boys were just so awkward. You know, there’s really no reason to be. A good looking nice guy like you should do well with the girls.” She glanced my way again. “There’s no reason to be embarrassed Paul. We can talk about anything can’t we? I’ve known you so long.”

I was relieved that we were pulling into the garden center parking lot. As we walked toward the entrance, Mrs. Wilson nudged me, laughing, “Loosen up Paul. It’s okay. I saw you last night and I’m not mad.” I stopped in my tracks. She turned back and looked at me with a warm smile. “Come on, I need your help here.”

After that comment, I just followed her around looking at my feet as a clerk explained all of the positives and negatives of different plants. When the clerk showed us their variety of creeping clematis, Mrs. Wilson put her hand on my shoulder and said, “We need something to cover the side of the house but I don’t think fertilizer will be a problem.” 

I was dying but finally Mrs. Wilson made her choices and I loaded the plants into the car while she paid for them. When she came out, she was carrying a flat decorative stone that looked like a step. She handed me the stone and looked straight into my eyes and said, “I think we’re going to need this if you’re going to fertilize that flower bed at night.”

I panicked. “Um, Mrs. Wilson, I’m so so sorry. I didn’t….”

“Paul, don’t worry about it, just get in the car.” She cut me off. 

In the car, Mrs. Wilson leaned toward me and put her hand on my bare thigh. “Paul, it’s okay. I hope you know I enjoyed it too. It gave me a little extra thrill. And this morning, I noticed that you left quite a mess outside my window.”

“Oh gawd. I’m sorry. It just happened…I saw your light on and well….”

“You don’t have to explain Paul. I know young men your age are always horny. Gawd knows that I had to fight off boys by the dozen when I was in high school. I still do know when I’m at parties and the men get a few drinks in them. Although sometimes, I can’t resist a little…. Well, just don’t worry about it Paul.”

“I don’t know what to say Mrs. Wilson. It won’t happen again.”

She started driving and giggled, “Yes it will. Why do you think I bought that stone Paul?” and with that she turned on the radio.

When we pulled into her driveway, Mrs. Wilson got out and said, “You can get started with the flowers Paul. I’ll be out in a few minutes.”

I started unloading everything and then went to get a shovel. Every time I saw the cum stain, I shuddered a little. I began digging holes and had everything set for Mrs. Wilson to check. I don’t think Rita was expecting me to come into the house because when I entered the kitchen, she had her back to me and was on the phone. When she turned toward me, I saw that her blouse was untied and she was braless. This didn’t phase her though and she simply pointed to a chair. When I froze, she pointed again and continued her conversation, “Yes, he’s been great. He’s did a great job with the lawn and we’re just about to plant the flowers.” Mrs. Wilson began to pour a glass of water. 

“Oh yeah, it’s no bother. I owe it to him after all the work he’s done and he can keep me company since Bill’s away for the week.” She set the glass of water in front of me. I could see her big tits when she did this. “Uh huh, we should go shopping tomorrow. It’ll be fun. Oh, okay.” She touched my face and looked at me, her tits hanging so beautifully, so close. I was freaking out. “Yes, that’s great. Okay then. Bye.” She clicked off the phone and put it on the counter. I had cotton mouth and quickly drank down the water. Mrs. Wilson slowly buttoned her blouse and tied the bottom again. 

“That was your mother. I told her I’m going to take you out for pizza as a reward for helping me today.”

“The flower beds are ready.” I blurted out.

“Oh okay. Let’s go have a look.” 

I couldn’t believe Mrs. Wilson was so nonchalant. My cock was throbbing and I hesitated to get up but I had no choice. When Mrs. Wilson saw I didn’t move she stopped and said, “What’s wrong?” 

“Um, nothing.” I got up trying to move quickly so she wouldn’t notice the bulge in my shorts but she was looking right at it. She merely smiled and walked out the door. I took the opportunity to adjust myself and slowly followed.

We walked through the gate toward the side yard and got to work. As each flower was set in place, I came to the conclusion that Mrs. Wilson wasn’t acting upset so I could relax. In fact, she was going out of her way to flirt with me and this surprise preoccupied my thoughts as I wondered what might happen. 

About thirty minutes later we were finished and I started pick up the empty pots along with the tools. Mrs. Wilson suggested that we might get some pizza for dinner and I agreed. I was getting hungry. Then she asked, “Where does this go?” I turned to look and she was holding the foot stone. “Um… I don’t know.”

“How about right here?” She set the stone under her bedroom window. When she looked at me she saw embarrassment and smiled. “Paul, I told you not to worry or be embarrassed. This should be useful if you ever want another show. Now go get cleaned up for dinner and meet me here in a half hour.”

I ran home to shower, still wondering about Mrs. Wilson’s behavior. 

We went to a pizza place not too far from the neighborhood and Mrs. Wilson actually let me drive her car. From the driver’s seat, I had a good view of Mrs. Wilson’s thigh and her tit profile with the seat belt creasing her chest. She was wearing a short revealing patterned skirt with a simple matching black t-shirt and plain black leather sandals. She looked like a college co-ed. 

I felt much more comfortable at dinner and the conversation was a trip down memory lane as Mrs. Wilson reminded me of a time when I fell off my bike in her driveway. She said that that was one of the few times that she wished that she had had children. Our conversation even got funny at times like when Mrs. Wilson told me that her husband once got hit between the legs with a golf ball and I told her about the time when a kid at school fell out of his seat when he fell asleep in class. It was good to get over my anxieties and my dinner with Mrs. Wilson almost felt like a date for a while.

As we finished the pizza, I asked, “Mrs. Wilson, can I buy you an ice cream cone after this?”

“It’s Rita. Paul, I told you that you can call me Rita when your parents aren’t around. I know that they’re proper about manners but I’m not so formal in case you haven’t noticed.”

“Okay, Rita. Rita would you like to go next door and get some ice cream?”

She smiled, “That sounds good. I love French Vanilla myself. How about you?”

“I’m a Chocolate Chip man myself.” I offered getting up from the table.

The girl at the ice cream store went to my high school but I didn’t really know her. She gave Mrs. Wilson and me a strange look when she realized we were together. I paid for the ice cream and we went out to the car to sit in the evening heat. We didn’t say much as we ate. I was just enjoying the setting sun and the view of Mrs. Wilson’s extended legs.

On the drive home, the song “It’s My Life” was playing on the radio. It was one of my favorite songs and I started singing. Much to my surprise, Mrs. Wilson joined in. When the song ended, I asked her how she knew the song and she told me liked the song too although she knew the version performed by an eighties band I didn’t recognize. Pulling into the driveway, she told me to come in and that she would play the song for me. I happily followed her into the house and sat down on the sofa.

I guess I had never really notice the stylish décor in the Wilson’s home. Everything had sleek lines, especially the woman of the house as she sauntered over to the stereo. She played the song and went to get us drinks. We sat there with our drinks, playing music and talking about our experiences at high school dances.

On an apparent whim, Mrs. Wilson asked me if I wanted to go for a quick swim. I couldn’t pass up the chance to see Mrs. Wilson in a bathing suit given the events of the past 24 hours so I said yes. Mrs. Wilson went to change and I went out to the pool and quickly stripped down to my shorts and jumped in the pool. Even though it was dark, I was self-conscious. I stood in the water cooling off when Mrs. Wilson appeared on the patio.

I watched her take off the towel wrapped around her body and step out of her panties. Mrs. Wilson was completely naked. She cupped her tits as she slowly walked toward the pool. She took a few steps into the shallow end of the pool before she released them. I could see that she shaved her pussy. It was amazing. Her legs were firm and sexy too but her tits got most of my attention. Even though I’d seen them earlier, her tits made me drool, they were so big and firm and they looked so perfect. They hung there with just a bit of sag with incredible protruding nipples.

Upload: If y“Paul, I didn’t think you’d mind if I skinny?dipped.” She said casually. “It’s been a while and I thought it would be fun.” With that, she dove forward swimming past me and my hard-on. When Mrs. Wilson reached the deep end of the pool, she flipped over and backstroked her way back toward me. She stopped in water that was just deep enough to cover her body although the dim lighting of the pool allowed me to seen the outlines of her tits. 

“This feels great doesn’t it? So nice after a hot day.” She asked.

Although I was certainly more at ease now, the fact that Mrs. Wilson was completely naked kept my cock hard and I was careful to keep myself submerged as we swam. I had to admit that it felt good to swim around in a pool with a naked beauty and I yearned for some sort of contact with her. 

I was treading water in the middle of the pool, a little disoriented when Mrs. Wilson swam over to me. She surfaced in front of me and said, “Hi” in a sultry voice and then with a peculiar expression she dove down and pulled off my shorts. I was shocked as my hard cock was pulled free. Mrs. Wilson swam away with my shorts to the shallow end of the pool and I followed, playing along with her game.

When I surfaced next to her, she was neatly folding my shorts and then placed them on the pool’s edge. I looked at her, not knowing what to do. “So Paul…” Mrs. Wilson began, “Did you have a good day? I bet it’s not everyday that you get to skinny dip with a woman?”

“You’re so beautiful Mrs. Wilson. I…I… It’s been amazing….” The words caught in my throat. My cock was so hard at this point, I was scared to move. My thoughts were racing and I thought that all of my fantasies were about to come true. 

“You’ve been very helpful today Paul.” Mrs. Wilson continued despite my babbling, “I think you deserve a reward. Come closer.” She opened her arms for me and added, “I don’t want to scare you, but I want to give you something special for your work.”

I must have looked shocked as she took me into her arms. It wasn’t what I had imagined for my first time. I thought I was about to lose my virginity in an incredible fantasy moment. Mrs. Wilson’s body was slippery and electric against mine. I looked into her face and her eyes softened. She then moved up to brush her lips against mine. It was a gentle kiss. When she didn’t pull away, I hugged her a little tighter and opened my mouth. Electricity shot through me when her tongue entered my mouth. I moaned and let my hands slide down her back. 

Our hot kiss continued and I felt my cock bobbing in the water against her body. Breathless, Mrs. Wilson pulled back and her hands moved down between us. She looked at me as her hands found my cock. She held it in her hands and fondled it. Looking down into the water, Mrs. Wilson stroked it a little and then looked up at me again. “Oh my gawd! Paul, you’re so big. I can’t believe it. I’ve never….”

I was overcome by lust. Mrs. Wilson was holding my cock. I leaned down and began to suck on her tits in an uncontrollable frenzy. “Oh, suck them Paul. Suck my tits honey!” She moaned as she squeezed my cock. I took the opportunity to caress her ass as I licked and nibbled on her tits. Her nipples felt so good against my tongue. Mrs. Wilson was moaning and breathing hard. 

“Paul, oh Paul….” She breathed. “That feels good honey.” Then she pulled my head back up to kiss me again. We stood there kissing and fondling. Mrs. Wilson kept running her hand back and forth across the length of my cock. “You’re so big honey. I can’t believe it.” She repeated. I took her words with encouragement and slid my fingers around her ass to touch her pussy. I had never felt a naked cunt before and I didn’t know quite what to do so I just held my hand there on her pussy lips and rubbed them gently.

Mrs. Wilson gyrated against my hand in a subtle motion. “Oh yes, that’s nice.” She kissed me harder, driving her tongue into my mouth, squeezing my cock. I was feeling an incredible bliss, better than cumming when I jerked off. 

Moments later, I felt Mrs. Wilson moan into my mouth and pull back. She released my pulsating cock and stepped out of the pool. I was left standing there and took a few steps to follow her but she stopped me. She knelt down and put a finger to my lips. “Paul, this is just between us. I need to go to bed now but it’s going to be a long hot summer for you young man.” She then kissed me with a sloppy wet tonguing and moaned. “I am going to love having you around.” She turned and walked toward the house, her ass so sexy as water dripped from it.

I was dumbfounded and so hard. Standing there with my cock erect pointing out in front of me, I blurted, “Wait…Mrs. Wilson…” She turned as I caught up. Her eyes met mine and she smiled. “Paul, it’s okay. It’s okay.” She reassured me. She kissed me once more in a loving manner and added, “I’ll see you and your big cock tomorrow. Don’t play with yourself tonight. Wait for me.”

Suddenly I was alone and naked in the Wilson’s backyard. I ran back to put on my shorts and finished dressing. I walked past Mrs. Wilson’s bedroom window but was disappointed that the curtains were pulled shut even though the light was on inside. I raced home excited about what tomorrow might bring, my cock still throbbing. I went to my room thankful that my parents were already asleep. I thought I heard their voices down the hall but ignored them. I quickly stripped and jumped into bed with images of Mrs. Wilson in my head. I laid there for a while, my hard cock grinding against the bed as I tried to control my thoughts. Although I wasn’t certain, I was fairly confident that Mrs. Wilson had enjoyed our kissing and fondling. It was the best experience of my life to date and the memory of it eventually led me into a contented sleep.



Red-Hot Rita Ch. 02



I woke up early the next day and decided to try to do something special for Mrs. Wilson. Knowing that watering should be done before it got to hot, I went next door and began to water the new plants at the Wilson's at about seven-thirty in the morning. I didn't know if Mrs. Wilson would be awake yet so I tried to be quiet. Her curtains were still closed and I could only envision the sight of her in bed on the other side of the wall. 

By eight o'clock, I was finished watering and went home for breakfast. "Good morning Paul." Mom said as I reached for a cereal box. "How did yesterday go with Mrs. Wilson?"

"Fine. She said I could work for her through the summer. I need to go clean her pool in a little while." I answered.

"Well, we're going shopping in a bit. Make sure you do a good job." Mom left the kitchen then to get ready. 

I hustled to finish breakfast and get back to Mrs. Wilson's hoping to see her before she and mom left. I got the pool equipment ready and started to work. I was lost in my own thoughts when Mrs. Wilson came out into the back patio. 

"Hey Paul. Good morning. You're at it early."

"Um yeah. I wanted to do some things before it got too hot. I hope it's okay. I just wanted to do a good job."

"Of course it's okay. I appreciate it." Her tone was friendly but I guess I had hoped for a little more flirtation or something. "I'm going shopping with your mother. We should be back after lunch." I already knew this and said as much.

Mrs. Wilson began picking up some things around the patio and then called me over to where she was. "Look what we have here Paul." She was holding a pair of panties in her hand, I assumed they were from last night. "Did you relieve yourself last night or did you do as I asked?"

"Um, no. I didn't...I didn't masterba...."

"Paul, I told you not to be embarrassed. Here, you can keep my panties as a reminder of last night Paul." She said as she pecked me on the cheek and stuffed the panties in my pocket. "I have to go. See you later."

"Uh, bye." Was all I could manage to say as I watched her sexy legs carry her away. I got back to work and as it got hotter, I took off my shirt. Looking down at my chest, I resolved myself to working out beginning that day. When I finished with the pool, I went home and tucked Mrs. Wilson's panties into the back of my nightstand drawer but not before feeling the silky lace material and smelling them.

With the fragrance and texture of Mrs. Wilson's panties filling my senses, I began my workout regimen. I got on the floor and began doing push-ups. As I counted them out, I thought about Mrs. Wilson--RITA. Imagining her naked, underneath me in this position as I pounded her. It would be just like the pictures I had seen on the internet only better because it was real. I was dreaming of her moaning as I fucked her, having her pussy locked around my cock as I drove deeper inside of her than any man. I was going crazy and I worked up and down, each push-up counting as a hard thrust into her. Unfortunately, I barely made it to 20 before I had to stop.

I rolled over and caught my breath before beginning my crunches. This was easier and I got to 50. I worked through two more sets before I finished although I wasn't able to do as many push-ups in each set. I decided that I would spend some of the money I earned during the next few weeks on a weight set.

After showering, I got dressed and finished up some homework before sitting down to watch some TV. I flipped through the channels aimlessly and then decided I would go to my room and read some stories on Literotica. I searched through the 'mature' stories and found several that reminded me of my recent adventure with Mrs. Wilson. I guess that a lot of people have fantasies similar to mine and perhaps they had even lived them.

Mom knocked on my door a little while later and again surprised me although this time I wasn't getting ready to jerk off. I had decided that Mrs. Wilson had something in mind for me and I was going to do as she had asked. Mom popped her head in the door and said, "Mrs. Wilson needs some help picking up some things she ordered today. I told her you would help her after dinner at about 7:00."

"Okay." I said trying to conceal my enthusiasm.

At seven o'clock on the dot, I knocked on the Wilson's door. Mrs. Wilson greeted me with a smile. "Ready to go?" she asked. 

"Yeah, uh, where are we going?" 

"To the computer store. My husband wants me to learn how to use e-mail so he asked me to get a computer while he is away. Are you good with computers Paul?"

"Uh, yeah I guess. I have one in my room."

"Do you look at pictures of naked women on your computer? I've heard that there's a lot of pornography on the internet."

"Uh well...."

"I'll take that for a yes. Let's go."

I was trembling with both lust and some level of humiliation but managed to get into the passenger seat of the Mercedes. Mrs. Wilson put her hand on my thigh as she drove and I just looked at her. She didn't look back but just drove. We got to the store and picked up the desk top computer she had ordered. On the way home, she asked me if I could help her set it up the next day. I agreed but wanted to spend more time with her so I asked her if she wanted some more ice cream.

"I have to watch my figure you know. Maybe we should go somewhere where we can have a little privacy Paul. Isn't there somewhere that you take your dates?"

I was flabbergasted. "Um, well, there's this place where the kids go out by the old airport. The hangar and airfield where they take the old airplanes."

"I know where that is. I want to see your big cock again and maybe I'll do more than touch it this time. I'll even let you suck my tits again and show you how to play with my pussy." 

I was surprised by Mrs. Wilson's forward comments. She was so matter of fact about it all. I was at a loss, especially when we stopped at a red light and she leaned over and slid her tongue into my mouth. My cock got rock hard and I was ready for anything at that point.

Mrs. Wilson kept teasing me as we drove, asking questions and making rather lewd comments. I didn't know what to think other than that I was going to do whatever she wanted. "So your mom tells me you don't have a girlfriend Paul. Would you like to treat me like your girlfriend and fuck me." The word 'fuck' made the blood rush to my head and I thought I was hallucinating. "I bet the girls at school don't know what to do with that big penis of yours."

"Uh, I'm...." I stuttered. "I'm not.... I'm still a...a...."

"You're a virgin Paul? I'm surprised. Oh my gawd, you're a virgin." She wasn't teasing me but I was still embarrassed. Mrs. Wilson reached over and fondle the bulge in my pants, "You're a virgin."

We drove another five minutes and then Mrs. Wilson pulled into a dark area near some trees. The moonlight added a nice ambience to what I was thinking would be the night I finally lost my virginity.

"So, this is where the high school kids come to have sex? Have you been here before?"

"Uh, yeah but..."

"I know, it's just sort of fun to think about. When I was in school, we went to people's houses when their parents weren't home. Actually, though, I didn't lose my virginity until I was in college."

"I can't believe that...."

"Well, it's true. Just because a guy wants to get into your pants doesn't mean it happens. I bet lot of your friends are virgins even if they say otherwise. And I bet none of them has a big dick like yours."

I couldn't speak.

"All those cute little girls running around school with their hot bodies and none of them has had your cock. Hmm. Well, it's their loss."

I looked at her in a daze.

"Are their bodies as nice as mine Paul?" she asked.

"No. No way, Mrs. Wilson." 

"It's Rita. I can see I have a lot to teach you Paul." she said leaning over to me and licking my ear before she kissed me. 

I moaned as she drove her tongue into my mouth. My cock started throbbing and my hand were all over her. As the kiss continued, I moved my hands under her blouse to feel her tits. She stopped me though and sat back.

"Do the girls at your school have tits like mine?"

I nodded 'no' and watched as she cupped her tits over her blouse. Then she began to unbutton it and revealed her bra. It was white lace and her tits swelled in it.

"Do you like my tits, Paul? Do you want to play with them?" She took my hand and moved it to one of her tits. I slowly began to caress it and pulled on her nipple. "Oh, that's nice. Not too hard, just roll my nipple between your finger. There are times when I like it rough but not right now."

I could hardly believe it. I was playing with Mrs. Wilson's tits and her nipples were getting hard. I wanted to suck them like I had last night in the pool. I raised my other hand to play with her other nipple.

"Ooh, yeah, baby!" she moaned. "Now suck on them for me, just like last night."

I pulled on her big tits through her bra and then pulled it down to expose them. Leaning over I opened my mouth wide and sucked in her tit-flesh. She reached back awkwardly and unsnapped her bra giving me even better access as I licked and drooled all over her chest. As I continued to kiss, lick, suck, and fondle, she shrugged off her blouse. Mrs. Wilson gasped. "Oh Paul! Honey, that's it. That feels so good. Paul, you're making me wet."

Mrs. Wilson began to rub my cock. "Oh gawd, you're so big. Paul, show me your cock again. I want to see it. Pull your pants down so I can see."

Reluctantly, I pulled away from her delicious tits and sat back. She reached over and undid my pants. My cock sprang forward when she pulled my pants and boxers down my thighs. It stood up like a flagpole.

"Oh gawd Paul." she said, touching the head. "It's so big and fat."

"Will you...will you suck it Rita?" I asked meekly.

Without warning her mouth engulfed my cock and I yelped, "OOOHHHH!!!"

Mrs. Wilson stretched her mouth wide and slide her lips up and down my shaft. She was drooling on my cock and it was by far the best feeling I'd ever experienced. Electric bolts of pleasure were shooting from my balls up through my shaft. "Oh, shit!" I moaned. "That feels so fucking good!" She worked up and down, her head bobbing and my cock pulsing.

She pulled her lips from my cock with a pop. "Paul, your cock is so big and beautiful. I can hardly get half of it in my mouth." She flickered her tongue over my cockhead and worked it over good, even nibbling on it. I felt like I was going to blow my load right then but Mrs. Wilson started squeezing the base of my cock as she licked and sucked.

"This is better than an ice cream cone. I think you're my new favorite flavor Paul."

My ego was soaring with Mrs. Wilson's compliments. She took a deep breath and began to suck again, trying to take more of my shaft into her mouth, humming as she savored the feeling of it in her mouth. Then she pulled back and licked the bottom of my shaft and planted kisses all along its length. 

"Oh gawd Paul, your cock is so big." she said. "I can't wait for you to fuck me with it but that's not going to happen tonight. I'm not going to let you cum right now either. I want you to wait until we can do it right. Then I promise I will let you fill my mouth and my pussy with your cum. Maybe even more...." She giggled as she sat up in her seat. She didn't let go of my cock though, she just stroked it slowly and then kissed me again.

After the sumptuous kiss, Mrs. Wilson started the car. She looked at me and said, "Paul, sucking you has made me very horny and in the next few days, I will have a very special surprise for you. But you have to wait and you can't jerk off anymore."

Then she bent over one more time to put her lips on the head of my cock. She slurped it good as she raised her eyes to mine. Then she pulled away and drove us home, holding my cock the entire way. I was so fucking hard I wanted to attack her but I couldn't. I just sat there smiling awkwardly. In the dark driveway, Mrs. Wilson gave me one last tongue sucking kiss and then told me to come to her house the next afternoon to help her with the computer. I quickly pulled up my pants and went inside, again with fantasies and hopes about tomorrow.

*********** The next day I was elated when Mrs. Wilson greeted me with a nice soft kiss at the door. Floating on air, I retrieved the computer boxes from the car and unpacked them in her den. It took about 30 minutes to set it all up and when it was ready, Mrs. Wilson joined me for a lesson on how to work everything.

It was nice to stand behind Mrs. Wilson and touch her as I led her through the basic commands of operating different programs and sending and receiving email. She sent a message to Mr. Wilson as a test and received an automatic 'out of office' reply note. Then we moved on to surfing the World Wide Web.

We went to the country club's website as well as her husband's business site. Then Mrs. Wilson asked me how to use a search engine so I had her go to Google and showed her where to enter the topic she wanted to search in the submission box. For fun I told her to type 'weapons of mass destruction' in the submission box and click on the 'I'm Feeling Lucky' button. She laughed when she saw the result and asked me, "Are you feeling luckier than our President today?"

"I think I am." I was feeling confident as I leaned over her shoulder, looking down her shirt into her deep cleavage. "And well, I think I've found some 'weapons' that might cause 'mass destruction' in most men."

Mrs. Wilson laughed and played along by putting my hands on her tits. "Do you think they might trigger an explosion?"

"Oh yeah. Um, they're causing my rocket to launch...." Was all I could come up with as my cock flexed in my pants.

"Well Paul, sneak out after dinner and we'll take care of the situation. I think a careful inspection is in order. Tonight will be your lucky night honey. Go home and get ready sweetie."

I couldn't believe it. In a few hours, I wouldn't be a virgin anymore. I reluctantly left but had to steal a kiss before stumbling home. Just before dinner I checked my e-mail and found a message waiting for me from Mrs. Wilson.

Dear Paul,

I'm sitting here with my panties down around my ankles and my juices are dripping down the insides of my thighs. I'm thinking about your big monster cock and how good it will feel inside me. Last night got me thinking some nasty thoughts and I can't wait to teach you how to really use that big cock of yours. 

We can try every position but I bet you'll love it doggie style. I need your big cock inside me Paul. I promise to make your first time the best experience of your life. In case you were wondering, my measurements are 34d-24-34. You're going to feel every inch of my body tonight. I'm going to love your beautiful cock honey.

XOXOXO, Rita

I got so hard reading her message, I was tempted to jerk off. Instead, I saved the message and went downstairs for a quick dinner so I could run an errand before my tryst with Mrs. Wilson. I told my parents that I was going out and went to shower. I took some extra time soaping up my cock and could hardly contain myself. I was still semi-erect as I walked out the door. 

Once outside, I picked some flowers and took a look around to see if anyone was on the street. Then I snuck around the far side of the Wilson's house and went to the backdoor. Rita was right there in the kitchen washing the dishes when I knocked and entered, flowers in hand.

"Look who's here...and with flowers!" She said enthusiastically. "Come give me a kiss big boy."

I did just that without hesitation, my excitement bursting forth as I was eager to get started. Mrs. Wilson noted this, "Well, someone's excited. And you aren't the only one. But sit down for a minute Paul."

I sat down in a chair and looked up at Mrs. Wilson. She came over to me and sat on my lap. "Paul, I promised you that you would love what we're about to do but you have to promise me that it will be our secret. You can't tell your friends and your parents can never find out. I'm taking a big risk here but I can't resist your beautiful cock and I want your first time to be very very special." She kissed me before continuing. "Promise?"

"I promise."

She took my hand and led me back to her bedroom where she sat me on the bed. She turned on the lamp on the nightstand and began undressing me. She touched and caressed each part of my body. When she finally got to my pants, she squeezed the bulge and asked, "Oh how sweet Paul, did you bring this for me too? This is my favorite flower."

Mrs. Wilson knelt down between my legs and pulled down my pants. My cock was just inches from her face. I could feel her breath on my rock hard cock. She kissed her way up my thighs and slowly licked my cockhead as it stood against my stomach. "Oohhh!" I moaned when she made contact. She pulled back and held my cock.

"Now Paul, I want you to try to control yourself for me. I know you have a big load of cum waiting for me and I don't want you to cum too soon although I know you will be able to get hard again and again." With that, she stood up and began to undress. 

Talking dirty to me as she unbuttoned her blouse and unclasped her bra, she softly described her gorgeous body. "Your young cock is going to be so happy tonight. Do you want to slide your big rod between these tits?" She cupped her tits and shook them. 

She raised her skirt and said, "Do you want to feel my tight pussy on your throbbing cock? To slide it between these slick lips? Perhaps you want it this way?" She turned and bent over as she unzipped her skirt. I could see she was wearing a sexy thong.

Her skirt dropped and my eyes followed it to the floor. She was naked except for the thong and her heels. "Do you want me to keep these heels on for you? My 'fuck me' pumps?"

"Oh yes." I gasped. 

Mrs. Wilson came to the bed and touched my balls. "Are these all full for me honey? Rita wants to drain them for you."

The sight of Mrs. Wilson's naked body, especially her big tits and the slick folds of her pussy, had my cock throbbing as I sat there. I lunged forward and took her in my arms to kiss her.

Mrs. Wilson broke the kiss. "Oh Paul, slowly. I want to taste you and then have you fill me."

"Mrs. Wilson, you're so beautiful. I can't take it...." 

"Rita, loverboy, call me Rita or you'll be going home."

She forced me onto my back and gave me a deep kiss, before crawling between my legs. She licked my nipples and my stomach, smiling and moaning as her tongue flickered on me. Seductively she looked up into my eyes as she moved to take my cock between her lips. She formed a wet ring on my cockhead and sucked, inching her way down my shaft.

"Oh my gawd, that feels so good!" I moaned, staring at her lips. "Oh fuck!"

Rita kept going until I felt my cockhead against her throat. The feeling was exquisite as my sexpot neighbor worked her mouth and throat on me. With agonizing care, Rita took me even deeper into her throat and held it there as she breathed through her nose wheezing. Then she pulled back ever so slowly. I felt like I was about to cum when she pulled away and squeezed my balls firmly.

"Hold on stud. There's a lot more coming before I'm going to let you shoot you load." She laid down on her side next to me and we kissed as she locked her fingers around the base of my cock. I moved my hands to caress her all over. Her tits were so soft in contrast to her nipples. I rolled them like she taught me, causing her to moan. "MMMmmmm honey, that's it! Good...."

I took her in my arms wanting to rub my cock against her hot body. My hands wandered down to explore her ass. I slid a finger across her asshole, her juices already spread there.

She tensed and moaned, "Ahhhhh!!! You dirty boy! Ohh...your finger feels so good there! You like my ass? MMMmmm! Yes, just like that Paul!!!"




Red-Hot Rita Ch. 02



I was encouraged as we kissed, waiting for Rita to let me fuck her. Finally, she rolled me on top of her. My cock was against her flat stomach. She reached down between us and held it firmly. Lightly she ran the head across her clit and through her pussy lips. I could feel her juices coating me. It was the best feeling until she held my cock against her pussy hole.

"Now slowly push forward baby. Ooohhh!" 

I could feel my cockhead parting her. I held my breath as her pussy lips folded around me. Rita put her hands on my hips, holding them there with just my cockhead in her ring. Slowly her let my weight down so that my cock penetrated her inch by inch. 

"MMMmmm...yes Paul. Slowly. You're so big." 

"Aahhh. So good Rita. I can't believe it...." 

She exhaled and relaxed a little more. She was just enjoying fullness while I was enjoying both the tenderness of her lesson and the tight grip of her cunt.

Less than half of my cock was in her now but Rita made me wait. She took my face in her hands and kissed me. Then looking into my eyes she said, "Your cock is so good Paul." Her eyes moved down between our bodies, "Look at us. Isn't that beautiful. It feels so good honey. I'm ready for more, are you?"

I adjusted my position and the movement of my cock caused her to flinch.

"Oh careful honey. You could really do some damage with your big cock. I'm going to need some practice to get used to how you stretch me Paul."

I smiled as Rita spread her legs wider. "I don't know if I can take all of you in this position." I pushed deeper as I clutched Rita tightly in my arms. Her tits pressed hard against my chest. 

"Oh yes. MMmmm so big. Ahhh!!! Easy... Yes... Back and forth now, pull back and forth baby."

In a sexy even motion, our bodies found a lingering rhythm. It felt so good I wanted to ram myself in her. But Rita controlled my slow thrusting by closing her thighs on my hips to limit the penetration. 

"Do you like this honey? Doesn't my pussy feel good. I feel so nasty doing this Paul. Oh gawd! My pussy's on fire. I'm gonna cum soon. Oh so good!!!"

"Ahhh Rita, I love it. I want to..." I caught my breath and started pumping faster.

"Oh like that Paul. Yes...short strokes, not too fucking much!!! Oohhhhhh, jeezuz! Honey...Ooohhh! Mmm...My pussy is...yours!!!" Rita was almost incoherent as she moaned her way to orgasm. I looked at her face as I felt her spasm on the top half of my cock. I was happy knowing that I could make her cum and gave her a few quick jolting thrusts for emphasis.

Rita was still breathing hard as she pushed me up so I couldn't push. "Mmmm wait Paul. Give me a second." I started kissing her neck, tasting her flesh, feeling the sperm swimming in my balls. I knew I was going to lose it soon.

Rita crawled out from under me and had me lay back. I willingly complied, feeling our bodies slide apart, watching to see what she would do next. She straddled me and again rubbed my cockhead against her drenched love hole. As she rose up, she held my shaft and then without warning, Rita impaled herself on me.

I groaned loudly and she screamed. Her hot wet cunt swallowed most of my cock in one smooth motion. I let out a grunt of ecstasy and Rita shook and grimaced in a mixture of pleasure and pain. It felt like she was cumming again, the way her inner muscles clenched on me. She was so slippery tight—it was the best feeling in the world. My balls tingles and I knew I was going to cum. Rita was sitting down harder on my cock moaning and groaning incoherently. Her pussy drenching my cock as she pressed on my chest and worked her thighs to ride me. 

When all of my cock was consumed in Rita, I erupted violently, crying out in emotion. A look of passion ignited Rita's face as she bounced and felt my explosion inside of her. The bed was shaking and Rita just kept riding up and down on me as I flooded her. 

"Oh Yes Rita! I'm Cumming!!! Can You Feel It??? So Good! Ughhh!!! Yes! More!!!" 

"Cum Paul! Ooohh You're Filling MEE!!! Fucking Me So Goood!!!" She began rubbing her clit furiously. I could feel her tense up. "Oh my gawddd! You're so good in me! I'm gonna cum on your cock!!! Paul... Baby, YES!!! YES!!!" She picked up her rhythm and slammed on me a few times. I grabbed her bouncing tits and held her up as she leaned into me. 

We were sloppy wet at the point of our union, her cunt muscles clenching on my flexing cock. "Oh look Paul, your cum is seeping. It's so much inside of me." I could feel it but looked to see. Her pussy was a delicious vision with our juices coating us. Rita sat fully down on my cock then and began to grind her hips.

My cock was still hard and it was twitching inside of Rita. She had her eyes closed and I just stared at her. When she had caught her breath, she looked down at me and smiled. "Oh Paul...mmmm. That was amazing. And you're still hard if my pussy is still sending me the right signals after that."

"Oh Rita! Shit!...I can't believe... It feels so good!...OH!...Thank you...." She cut me off with an impassioned kiss. It felt so good to be inside her, the body against mine, her hard nipples on my chest. 

Rita began to slide off me and pulled back down my body to lick my cock and balls causing a tremor in my strengthening cock. She looked at me with cum-glistening lips and whispered, "Time for a new position." She then turned around and presented her ass to me on her hands and knees.

I moved into position behind her and held my cock against her pussy lips as I stared at her asshole. She rocked her body back and forth, her pussy lips bumping my cockhead until my cock penetrated her. Rita gasped and kept on doing this until she was taking more of my cock with each movement. Then she pushed back and held my cock by flexing her pussy muscles. I grabbed her hips and began to control the tempo. 

Long slow smooth thrusts into her slick hole pushed my cock into my groin, followed by the pull of her velvet grip as I arched my hips back. It felt like my cock was growing longer and longer. Each movement making our connection tighter. Rita propped her head against the bed and started to play with her tits. She moaned and I exhaled with each thrust. 

"I'm ready baby. Harder, fuck me harder Paul!" She urged after a few minutes.

Rita started fucking me back as I pumped her. Pistoning my hips, I squeezed her ass to maintain my leverage. We both worked our bodies faster as the echoes of our pleasure filled the room along with the slapping of Rita's ass against my thighs. That sound spurred me on and I jackhammered her cunt, fueled by the stamina of having cum once already.

"OOOHH GAWD PAUL!!!... MMMM...SO GOOD!!!... AHHH!!! YOU'RE FUCKING KILLING ME!!!... I'M GONNA...CUMMING!!!... OH HONEY!!!... YOU"RE MAKE ME CUM PAUL!!!...UGH!!! YOU FUCKING STUD!!!... YOU'RE MAKING ME CUM AGAIN!!!... I'VE NEVER CUM LIKE THIS BEFORE!!!... I CAN'T STOP...CUMMMINGG!!!...BABY!!!...OH YEAH!!!"

I could only respond to Rita and the feelings I was having in a long-low-drawn-out-moaning-grunt as I pounded away. Watching her ass cheeks ripple was so beautiful. It all felt so good. I was outside my mind ramrodding my cock into her, possessed by the most incredible feelings a man could have. Truly indescribable.

After a minute or so, I had to stop. Rita was a mass of hot flesh bent over in front of me. She was breathing hard as I held my cock in her, caressing her ass. We were covered in sweat and tingling from the intensity.

"Oh shit! I'm gonna be so sore tomorrow Paul. But it's worth it baby. I want you to cum again. In my mouth this time." She pulled away and forced me to pull out. Turning around she attacked my cock with her mouth as I laid back.

Rita's lips were all over me. I knew she was a cock sucking expert from the night before but now she was driving me insane with her lips, tongue, and throat. She took her mouth away from my cock and held it.

"I want to taste you Paul, fill my mouth." She slurped. "Cum in my mouth." She went back to work, it didn't take much after the jackhammering in her pussy. Her hands stroked my cock as she inhaled the head with a vigorous cum hungry sucking action. Suddenly I erupted, shooting streams of cum. "Ahhh...ahhh...fuck!" I bellowed just as the second explosion shook me. Rita pulled away after the third rope and the next one spurted onto her face. My cock kept dribbling cum after that and Rita licked it up, swallowing again and again.

"Oh Rita!" I was feeling uninhibited after I caught my breath. "You're so hot. I'm lucky...Thanks for making my first time so good."

She looked up at me. "Don't be so formal Paul. You just fucked me better than anyone ever has and now I have your cum on my face."

"Oh gawd. I can't believe it. You're the best Rita. I...I love you...."

She let the comment pass and only responded by kissing my cock and then moving up into my arms. "Paul, that was incredible. It won't be the last time you get to put that beautiful cock in me. We'll do much more together. You're very sweet honey. Now let's get cleaned up. You'll love this."

We showered together and I took pleasure in washing my cum off Rita's ass with my soapy hands. When she turned to let the water wash the cum off of her face I got behind her and held her. "Next time when you fuck me from behind, play with my clit and pull on my nipples like this." She took my hand and put it on her pussy and then put the other on her tit.

"I love your cock Paul. I think I'm going to need it everyday if we can manage. Instead of working in the yard, I think you're going to have to be my fuck toy."

"Oh. Rita that would be great."

The thought of being Mrs. Wilson's fuck toy and having sex with her daily was more than I could ever hope for. I wondered when her husband's next business trip would be but I knew we still had a few more days together.



Red-Hot Rita Ch. 03



Early the next morning I went to water Mrs. Wilson's, Rita's, flowers again. I gave them a good dousing and was lost in thoughts about the previous night. I jumped when I heard Rita tap on the window. She smiled and opened her robe to flash me her gorgeous tits. My cock started to get hard immediately. Then she blew a kiss at me and pointed to the backyard.

"Well good morning big boy." Rita greeted me as she grabbed my belt loop and pulled me into the kitchen for a passionate kiss. I kissed her back, sliding my tongue past hers into her mouth. As the kiss continued, I caressed her big tits and pulled on her nipples.

"Come on!" she said, taking my hand. Rita led me to her bedroom. "I need a quickie. Give me your big beautiful cock Paul!" She bent over the bed as I dropped my pants. 

Rubbing my cockhead against her juicy pussy, I heard her moan, "Oh gawd! Fuck me, I don't have much time! Put it in me Paul!" Rita demanded, "Fuck me like a slut! Give it to me honey!"

I eagerly pushed into Rita's hot hole. Again, the feeling of her inner walls caressing my cock triggered my need to thrust into her wildly. She was already so wet and we were quickly able to start a furious fucking action. My cock was sinking deep with each thrust causing Rita to moan loudly.

"Oh fuck Paul! That's it! I need this... Make me cum Paul! Just like that! I'm almost!!... " Her nasty encouragement made my cock throb harder and I too wanted to unload quickly. "Gonna cum!! Harder baby!!" I pounded my cock into Rita as hard as I could. "Fill me up! I'm cumming! Oohhh!! AHHHH!!"

Rita reached back between her legs and ran her fingernails across my balls. Her tight pussy clenching on my cock. "Cum for me Paul! I want it!" I tensed up and shot my cum into my neighbor's hot cunt. Pumping, I drenched her juicing pussy with my cream until my balls were empty. I collapsed against Rita's ass and kissed her back.

"Oh!! What a great way to start the day! MMmmm baby." Rita cooed. "Oh my gawd Paul." She slowly moved to let me know she wanted to get up. "Honey, unfortunately, I have to go. I have an appointment in an hour and you have to go to school don't you?" 

"Oh Rita, I wish we could stay here all day. I love fucking you."

"I know Paul. I love it too. Later, there will always be more later."

"When? When will you be back." I whined.

"Honey, I'll send you an e-mail later. Just keep it hard for me and be patient. I can only take so much of that cock although you're stretching me so nice."

She went to clean up and I reluctantly went off to school. The day went by so slowly. I couldn't think about anything but Rita and my thoughts had me hard and permanently horny. After school, I rushed home to check my e-mail and ran in the door. Mom was in the kitchen and I moved in behind her to give her a kiss. In my state of arousal, I was craving any female touch I could get and I was also strengthened by the confidence Rita gave me.

"Well, you are happy and excited aren't you?" Mom said with a laugh.

"You must have had a good day Paul. Don't I get a kiss or at least a hello?" It was Rita. I didn't notice her in my excitement. She was sitting at the table and now I couldn't take my eyes off of her legs. She was wearing a short black skirt and high heels.

"Oh! Hi Mrs. Wilson." I gathered my composure.

"Mrs. Wilson says you've been a great help to her. We were just talking about playing a round of golf tomorrow."

"Yes, my golf game needs some work. I was thinking about getting some new clubs or trying some of those new balls that everyone's talking about."

When mom turned back to the sink, Rita flashed me her naked pussy. I didn't want to leave, but the conversation and the view were making me hard and I didn't want mom to see. Rita was teasing me and I just wanted to throw her on the kitchen table and fuck her.

Just then the phone rang and mom answered. She went to the other room for privacy and when she disappeared, I boldly snuck a kiss with Rita. She slipped her tongue in my mouth and then pushed me away. 

Rita whispered, "Not here. We might get caught. Later, come over tonight. Go check your e-mail."

I left Rita sitting there and went to my room. I could hear mom and her best friend, my lover, laughing as I flipped on my computer. A message from Rita was waiting for me.

Paul,

I can still feel your cock inside me. Your cum is swimming around in my cunt and I can't wait to take my time with you to really enjoy you and your special talent. I have a treat for you tonight.

XOXOXO,

Rita

I closed the message and instant messaged with some friends for a while. Then I decided to go for a run to continue my workout routine. I put on a pair of shorts but decided to go without a shirt. When mom and Rita saw me, they playfully noted that I had gotten bigger. I don't think mom meant the same thing that Rita did but the fear of getting hard in their presence sent me quickly out the door.

I ran and ran, sweating up a frenzy that reminded me of last night with Rita. It was hot and I could feel the sun soaking into my skin. It felt erotic in a sense but then virtually everything during the past few days had a dimension of sex associated to it in my mind. 

Eventually, I arrived back at home, dripping sweat. I went to the kitchen for a glass of water when mom walked in. "Paul, what's with the running. You never exercised before?"

"Just trying to keep in shape mom. I'm going to get some weights and start lifting too."

"Well, go take a shower. You're a mess although I will say that you aren't in such bad shape." She was eyeing me and I could only wonder what she was thinking. Mom did have a hot body and she was just as good looking as Rita but I couldn't exactly think about her in the same way that I thought about Rita.

After cleaning up, I sat down to dinner with my parents and we talked about school and the coming summer. I was a bit distracted but managed to make some intelligible comments about working for the Wilson's and perhaps finding some other work. My dad was happy when I offered to care for our own yard and mom said she would make some calls to see if she could find me anything.

I went to my room and did some homework to hold my attention on something besides sex and Rita. After an hour, I looked out my window to try to see if Rita was around. Her house was dark and no one was home as far as I could tell. I took her panties out of my drawer and held them as I thought about the possibilities of what might happen tonight. My cock got semi-hard thinking about the way her ass looked as I pounded it.

My parents said good night at about 10:00 on their way to bed. I put on my shoes and crept downstairs and out the door to the Wilson's backyard. The house was dark and the backdoor was locked. I hadn't brought my keys so I knocked but there was no answer. I went around to try the front door. I was nervous because I didn't want anyone to see me but it was locked too and Rita didn't answer the doorbell. Finally I went to her bedroom window. It was dark inside but the window was cracked open.

I decided to crawl in through the window, not thinking about what I would do if Rita wasn't home. I fell across the sill and suddenly heard a voice, "Oh my gawd, who's there?" Rita said in mock alarm. She was lying in bed with a sly smile. 

"It's me."

"Oh, please don't hurt me. Take whatever you want but please don't hurt me."

"What?"

"Mmmmyy... my husband's not home. Just take whatever you want. I won't call the police. Get out please!"

It took me a minute but I finally got it and threw back the sheets. Rita was naked, a glorious vision of sexual flesh and beauty. She sat up with her legs spread wide, one hand covering her tits but she left her shaved pussy bare. "I'm not going anywhere." I said trying to act tough.

"Please. Just please don't hurt me."

"I think you'll enjoy this Mrs. Wilson. Your hot little body is going to get worked."

"Ohhh!!" She jumped as I shoved a finger in her pussy.

"You're wet. Does this excite you?"

"No. Don't touch me. I... I... "

"Just do what I say and no one will get hurt. I think you'll like me in fact." I grabbed my crotch. The scene was starting to get me hard and I was getting into the role-playing. I pulled on my shirt and kicked off my shoes and climbed onto Rita.

"Whaa..tt are you doing?" She mocked in a soft voice.

"I'm going to fuck you." I said blatantly.

"Noo!! You can't. Only my husband... in this bed." She lied.

I covered her mouth with mine, grinding my hips into her. She made a tentative motion to push me away but then threw her arms above her head and kissed me back. When I kissed my way down to her tits, she said, "Feels like you have some sort of dangerous weapon in your pants."

"You're going to love it Mrs. Wilson." I sucked on her nipples then and pulled them through my teeth. 

"OOOwww!! You're hurting me baby!" She yelped as she held my head to her tits. "Like that! It hurts... good! Yes!" I mouthed her tits as I undid my pants and slid them off. Then I adjusted my position to straddle her tits. She stared at my cock as I played with her nipples.

"It's so big, don't hurt me with it." Rita smiled and flickered her tongue at my cock. "Feed it to me." I edged forward against her tits and she took the head between her lips. My shaft was between her soft beautiful tit-flesh and she was rubbed her lips and face all over my cock. Precum was oozing and she smeared it on her cheeks. 

Then Rita began sucking my cockhead in earnest, moaning on it to make it harder. My cock extended a little deeper into her mouth. She took a second to breath and then moved her hands to my ass and had me crouch over her face. 

"Don't make me do this." She said as she started rimming me. She had her tongue against my asshole as she squeezed my cock firmly. I flinched and moaned at the new sensation. It felt good but weird. I had never played with my ass and Rita's tongue there ignited a unique tingling through my cock.

Rita continued to stroke my cock and maneuvered me back to her tits. As I straddled her again, she squeezed her tits against it. I slowly pumped back and forth her big jugs and pulled on her nipples again. 

"I'm going to fuck you now Mrs. Wilson." 

"No. I can't take your big cock! Please don't... You'll stretch me and it will feel... so big... I might... " Rita was teasing me and feeding my ego. She was fingering herself as she said these things.

I positioned myself between her thighs and held myself over her in a push-up stance. "Take my cock and put it between your pussy lips Mrs. Wilson." There was a commanding tone in my voice. 

"Oh gawd! It will be too big. It might hurt but...  If you won't hurt me, I'll try. I'll try to make it good for you if you promise it won't hurt."

"You're going to love it baby. I know you will. Now put it in your cunt."

Rita squeezed my cock and held the head between her pussy lips. Her juices made it slick. I looked into her eyes and dropped my hips a little causing my cockhead to enter her. "Mrs. Wilson, I promise you'll love this. I only want to bring you pleasure." Inch by inch, I penetrated her. Her slick walls collapsed on my cock-shaft and milked it. 

"AAAHHH! Oh you're so thick. I can't believe I have a strange cock in me."

"Do you want more Mrs. Wilson?" 

"Oh! I can't... stop... slowly. Please... more... It's starting to feel so... No! Let me get used... " 

She was putting on a good act but I couldn't wait any longer. In one long smooth slick thrust, I filled her with my cock. Rita opened her legs wider for me. I moved to grip her ass and hold myself as deep as possible in her. I could feel my cock push against her cervix as I bottomed out in her cunt. 

"Oh my gawd! You're so deep! You're going to ruin me for my husband! You're stuffing me with thick cock! Uuuggh, it's so fucking good baby!"

I pulled back and started a slow long loving pumping action. She raised and spread her legs and moaned. My cock was throbbing and I went as deep as I could with each thrust. Again, I assumed a push-up position with only my cock in her. With long hard thrusts I jackhammered Rita. She started thrashing around under me as our bodies slammed together. Each time my cock filled her, she grunted. The look on her face was one of intense concentration.

"Oh, your cock's gonna make me cum. I can't... my husband... "

At that moment, I began fucking her even harder, wanting to make her forget her husband. I pumped hard and let my body down on top of her. I held her as tight as I could, my hands squeezing her ass hard, pistoning in and out, groaning with exertion.

"AHH! I'm gonna fill you with cum. I'm gonna coat your inner walls Mrs. Wilson. Can you feel my cum load building in my balls."

"Oh you can't cum inside of me. I'll get pregnant from your monster cock. I can't. I'm gonna cum but you can't...  AHH! I...  Gonna cum on your fat cock!! You bastard!! Don't make me!!...  Cummingg!! Oh! Oh! Oh! Don't cum yet...  So good... your cock in me...  CUMMMMIIINNGGGG AGGAINNN!! AAIIEE!! You can... You can fuck my ass... instead. Please fuck my ass... "

Rita pushed me back forcefully as her body shuddered and spasmed. She was breathing hard and took a moment to calm down a little.

"You can cum in my ass. I can't...  Oh jeezuz!! So hot!! I'll sit on you. Fuck my ass please." 

"You are a nasty slut aren't you Mrs. Wilson." I was stroking my cock slowly as I watched her breathing. 

"Yes. Anything, just promise you'll leave after you cum. I'll show you...  Lay back and I'll take care of you."

I laid back and held my cock in my hands. Rita crouched over me this time and spread her ass cheeks apart. The lubed up tip of my cock was against her asshole. When she bounced in a short sharp motion, my cockhead pressed into her hole. "AH! Slowly, you big bastard. You big fucking cock is going to kill me. I don't know if I can take it."

"Yes you can you cum slut." I pushed the tip of my cock a little deeper into her asshole. 

"OOOUUCH!! Easy stud! Please!!" 

I let her sit there with just an inch of cock in her ass. I really didn't want to hurt her of course. I was about to pull my cock out when she let more of her weight down on me. Her ass clenched tightly and she was forcing it deeper. 

"Paul, I love it in my ass. Just be gentle baby. You're just so big sweetie." Her tone changed and I reached up to pull her in for a kiss. My cock was still lodged in her and we locked lips in a sensual tongue melting suction. The kiss relaxed her and her ass loosened up. 

She was against my chest and I stroked her back enjoyed the clenching of her asshole on my cockhead. I flexed my cock in response. She looked at me and stroked my cheek with her hand. 

"This will be our secret handshake. You in my ass. Feel that?" Again I flexed my cock in response. 

Rita pecked me on the lips and rose up to begin sitting down on my cock again. She reached back and took my shaft in her hand. "There's a lot of cock left to put in my ass. Let me get some lube baby." 

She slowly slid off me and reached into the nightstand. Squirting some slick oil into her hands, Rita looked at me. Her hands worked my cock to incredible hardness.

"Paul, you're going to fuck my ass and cum inside of me. This big cock will be completely in my ass. I hope you like your surprise but the best will be when you cum sweetie. Your fuckstick is going to fill me and I'm going to be your ass slut tonight."

She got back into position above me and sat down again. Her ass was so tight but she wedged half of my cock into her with a grinding motion. My cock was bending and thrusting as she gyrated her hips. It was a little uncomfortable but as the penetration inched deeper, it felt amazing. 

I started a short slow thrusting action as Rita moved up and down in a matching rhythm. Rita told me to play with her clit as she took more and more of my cock into her ass. She groaned and became more aggressive as she took most of my cock into her backdoor. She looked at me and sat down harder with each thrust. 

"Almost there, I can feel it baby!" She opened her mouth as she supported herself with her arms behind her. "A little more and then start pumping Paul!" 

I grabbed the lube and squirted some in my hands and slid it under her to coat my cock-shaft. I tickled her asshole. It was stretched so tight on me. Then I slid my finger in her pussy and held it there so her motion would drive it deeper as she rode me with her ass. I could feel the ridges on her inner walls.

This caused Rita to shudder and scream. "Oh FUCK!! That's perfect. You fucking stud. I love that." I pushed my finger deeper and suddenly her asshole relaxed and I was all the way inside her. "AAAWWW!! OH YEAH!!" 

Rita breathed deep, sitting there with a smile. "I'm ready now Paul. Do it."

Feeling her ass milk my cock, I knew I wouldn't last but I grabbed her hips and started fucking up into her ass. She adjusted herself and began to finger her own pussy as we built up a steady motion. The thrusts were shorter but the electricity was intense and surged quickly between us. 

Our voices sounded off simultaneously, "Oh gawd... yes... so fucking good... so tight... so big... fucking your ass... cock filling me... so close... so close... gonna cum Rita... your cock in my ass is gonna make me... CUMMINGG!! NOW!!"

We collapse in a heap. Rita said she had to pull away and when my cock slid out she groaned. My toes were tingling and I held Rita tenderly and lovingly. I felt so good about what she gave to me. We relaxed and laid there in a sensual stupor.

"I love the things you say when we're fucking Rita." 

"I love to talk dirty Paul and your cock makes me crazy."

"I like being your fuck toy and I'm going to have to crawl in your window every night if this is what happens."

"Paul, I love your cock. I've never had one so big. You're very special to me."

I knew I couldn't fall asleep there as much as I wanted to hold Rita through the night. I got the feeling that she too wanted me with her as she slept. But finally I had to get up to leave and Rita kissed me with a very loving gesture.

*************

The next two days were a blur of quickies and blowjobs and innumerable orgasms for both of us. I was getting very attached to Rita when she told me she was going to the airport to pick up her husband I was upset. I had told Rita that I loved her a few nights before in a moment of lust but now I really felt like I loved her.

That night, I kept looking at the clock, wondering what Rita was doing. I sent her an e-mail in teenage desperation, asking her if she could sneak out for at least a kiss. I asked her to leave her curtains open at the very least. I didn't get a response and resolved myself to my first night alone in a week.

At about 10:00, I went to the kitchen for a snack with the thought of seeing if Rita had left the curtains of her bedroom window open. When I looked across the way, I was greeted by Mr. Wilson's profile. His cock was hard but shorter than mine and I took some pride in this. Rita entered the picture and after a quick kiss, she was on her knees giving her husband a blow-job.

I had to get a better view so I snuck out to the window. I wanted Rita to know that I was watching. I slowly stepped up onto the stone Rita had set out for me and carefully got into a position where I could safely watch. Rita must have seen me in her peripheral vision because she turned her husband slightly away from the window with her mouth still on his cock.

Slowly stroking my cock, I watch Rita's mouth easily take all of her husband's cock into her mouth and throat. Perhaps her 'practice' with me had made this easier I thought. Inside, Rita began to suck harder, exaggerating her action so that her big tits shook. Her hands were busy with her pussy and I heard her moaning get louder.




Red-Hot Rita Ch. 03



Mr. Wilson moved his hands to Rita's head and fucked his wife's mouth. After a minute, he pulled back and lifted Rita to her feet. They moved to the bed and laid on it whispering. I couldn't hear what they were saying but Mr. Wilson smiled and Rita climbed on top of his cock facing me with her back to him. She quickly sat down on his cock, grinding her hips as she played with her nipples.

Rita stretched her tits out and looked at me. She flickered her tongue in my direction and nodded her head up and down. Our eyes were locked as she rode up and down shaking her tits for me. I stared and stroked wishing I was inside doing her. She was putting on a good show for me and her husband was definitely the unknowing participant here.

Mr. Wilson started grunting loudly and Rita seemed to work her hips harder in response. I started pumping my cock faster when Rita stood up with her ass in my direction. She bent over and suck Mr. Wilson into her mouth. I could only see her head bob up and down and her ass shake toward me.

Rita was pulling and sucking her husband's cock and I was jacking myself good. Suddenly her head jerked up and I heard her yell, "Oh yeah! Give it to me!" She laid her head on Mr. Wilson's chest and turned toward me. I didn't have a great view but it was clear that he had cum on her face. I could see the cum glistening on her beautiful lips and cheeks. She kept looking at me and silently mouthed, "Cum for me Paul."

I kept stroking myself as I stared at her naked body. Rita rolled over on the bed and I lost sight of her for a moment and then saw Mr. Wilson get up and move past the window. I quickly ducked out of sight and almost fell. "Fuck!!" I mumbled to myself. I was breathing hard when I heard a light tapping on the window. I looked up and saw Rita there. She stood on the other side of the glass fingering her hot pussy with cum dripping down her face. 

She bent down and motioned for me to show her my cock. Pointing down with her free hand, she licked the window. She then resumed fingering herself with one hand while the other pulled on a nipple. Rita has a nasty look on her face and whispered, "Hurry Paul." 

I worked my hand furiously, staring at Rita's finger-filled pussy. When I was about to unload, Rita turned away abruptly and pressed her ass against the window. "Honey." she said. "Get on the bed for round two." Her ass-flesh was right there in my face and I imagined fucking her ass again. I took a chance and licked the glass as I gave myself a few more strokes and shot my cum on the house. I sighed and unloaded the last few spurts on the flowers as Rita turned back to look at me. Looking up I saw her smile and blow me a kiss before she slowly closed the curtains. She mouthed, "Tomorrow." And then was gone..

I stumbled home, fantasizing about 'round two' but egotistically thought about how Mr. Wilson probably couldn't make Rita cum like I did. After washing up, I went to bed, not quite satisfied but able to sleep.

**********

The following afternoon, Rita and I were talking in the kitchen when Mr. Wilson came home. We hadn't fucked yet, only kissed and fondled each other. Mr. Wilson asserted himself as husband and kissed Rita rather passionately when he walked in.

"I'm going to go for a swim before dinner." Mr. Wilson said. "Want to join me."

"No, you go honey. I have to finish getting dinner ready and I need to talk to Paul about some things I want done in the yard. He's been such a great help, I thought we'd try to take on a bigger project this summer."

"Great. Well you know I don't have much of a green thumb. Just want the lawn nice and green.' And with that, he went to change.

"Paul, I've been thinking... " Rita whispered. She looked so good in the late afternoon light. "I'm going to take your big cock and make it my project this summer. In just a few weeks, you'll be on summer vacation and I am going to put you to work."

"Will the pay be good?" I played along.

"We can negotiate pay based on your performance. Last night was a great start I think."

Just then Mr. Wilson walked back through the kitchen to the pool. Rita moved to the sink and looked out the window. When her husband looked back she waved and he dove in and began to swim laps. 

"Now's your chance Paul." Rita said as she lifted her skirt up to expose her ass. I quickly dropped my shorts to my ankles and got behind her. I pushed her panties to the side and started rubbing my cock through her slit and across her asshole. Rita was will watching her husband swim but moaned, "MMmmm... " When she felt my cock against her ass.

"Rita, I love your ass." I groaned.

"We don't have time for that now. Just fuck me sweetie." 

I slid my cock into her juicy cunt-hole and began thrusting slowly to let her cream coat my shaft. She wiggled her hips to adjust herself and then started pushing back away from the counter against me. I could see Mr. Wilson swimming as I looked past Rita out the window. He stood up in the pool looking around and Rita waved at him awkwardly. He waved back but was too far away to see exactly what we were doing and submerged back underwater.

I squeezed her hips then and gave her some hard thrusts just to watch her ass ripple. Rita lowered her hips a little more and spread her legs wider on the floor. I loved the fact that she wore heels almost all the time. 

Each thrust provoked a grunt and a moan from our bodies. The smooth slick passion of our bumping grew into a pistoning torrent of obscenities. My penetration grew longer and harder as Rita fucked me back furiously.

"Hurry Paul! We don't have much time! AAIEE!! Fill me up baby!" She clenched her teeth and hummed in ecstasy. Mr. Wilson was standing in the shallow end of the pool looking out at the golf course. 

"OH GAWD RITA!" I yelled. Pounding for release, I reached around to play with her clit and fuck up hard causing her to rise up onto her toes. "OH!! OOOHHH!! UNH HUH!! RITA!!"

She was panting, almost suspended in the air by my cock. I was driving my shaft into her, my cockhead sliding across her inner walls at various angles. Rita leaned forward into the sink, grabbing the counter for support.

"OH PAUL!! THIS IS SOOO HOT!! HE'S GETTING OUT OF THE POOL...  HURRY! I'M GONNA CUM FOR YOU!! OH GAWD!!" I could see Mr. Wilson drying himself off. "HURRY!" she urged. "Here he...  CCccuumminngg!! Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! Oh gawd!!" Rita muffled her orgasm in a dish towel as I pumped my load into her spasming cunt. I grunted and held her there for a second breathing hard and squirting. Frantic, she pulled away as spurt of cum hit her ass. Mr. Wilson began walking up to the house as Rita used the towel to wipe her cunt, ass, and the floor. She told me to zip up and go out the front door as she scurried away into the bathroom.

I showered at home and was in dreamland. My fantasies were unfolding in an unpredictable manner and I had Rita to thank for it all. She was so beautiful and sexy but her sense of the sexually dramatic was the best. The night past quickly and even though I didn't see Rita, I was happy with the memory of the afternoon.

*************

The next morning, I came down for breakfast and found my mother in the kitchen having coffee wearing a short robe that accented her legs. The robe was open at the top and I could almost see her nipples. The vision of her sent a charge through me even though it was my mom.

She was watching as I got some cereal and joined her at the table. She smiled and said she felt like she was losing me to my growing maturity and independence. It was true that we weren't talking as much as we used to and my hot affair with Rita was only taking me further into manhood. But I told her she was my favorite girl and that I would always be her son.

"How are things at school?" She changed the topic.

"Good. You know, it's not too hard. I'm actually really enjoying my English class. We're reading poetry. It's kind of fun."

"Is that the class with Mrs. Ryan?"

"Yeah. She's an interesting lady."

I could hear her cross her legs and tried not to stare. "Just keep up your grades so you can get into school at Tucson next year. Oh, by the way, your father and I are going to a function at the country club tonight. We should be home at about 11:00."

"OK. I'll find something to eat when I get home from school."

The day passed slowly. In English class, Mrs. Ryan had us reading love poetry. When it was my turn, I tried my best and acted like I was reading it to her. She didn't say anything of course, but she did give me a nice smile at the end of class.

After school, I was a little bored. I wished that Rita had picked me up to give me blow-jobs like she periodically did but she was busy. I assumed that Rita and her husband would be at the country club party with my parents so I knew wouldn't see her in any form that night. I surfed through TV channels and compared Rita's body with those of the girls in music videos. I wondered if she could dance like they did.

I woke from my hypnotic state when heard a noise in the kitchen. It sounded like the backdoor. I was a little alarmed and got up to check it out. Suddenly Rita burst into the TV room, standing there in a long coat. 

"I knew you were going to be home alone tonight so I thought I'd bring you a treat." she said trying to mask her excitement. "I didn't want you to be lonely or think that I could go without your hot cock for a day so here I am." 

"Rita, you know how I feel about you and I think about you all the time. I'm glad you're here but what about your husband and the party?"

"I love my husband Paul, but those parties are a bore." Rita said. She looked a little funny, like she was uncomfortable. "Especially when there's a nice big hard cock to play with next door. I would never leave my husband but there's no reason that we can't have some good nasty fun to take care of our special daily needs. Is there Paul?"

With that, Rita opened her coat to reveal her almost naked body. She was wearing a hot pink half-bra that left her nipples exposed and her pussy was also exposed by a pair of matching crotchless panties. To top it all off, she wore pink high heels and there was a wire that led from her pussy to a device that was attached to the waistband of her panties. 

"If you keep your mouth open like that I'm gonna have to put my tongue in it Paul. Do you like what you see?" 

I was speechless so Rita gave me a delicious tongue kiss. My hands were all over her, our bodies grinding as she flickered her tongue in my mouth. Finally, we had to come up for air. I asked her what the wire was. 

"It's a vibrating silver bullet. I'm so wet with it inside me Paul. It's not like your magnificent cock but it stimulates me in a different way." Rita answered. "It's made me so horny. You should see the toys I found today. I only got this one but maybe we can go together sometime. That would be a fun little adventure."

She kissed me again and I played with her clit. I loved the crotchless panties and I could feel the vibrations the bullet was making. Rita then took the lead and led me to the couch. She knelt in front of me and undid my shorts as I pulled off my t-shirt. "Oh this cock! I want you fuck me with it hard and fast. We only have an hour or so baby. Let's see how many times we can cum together. This little toy has me feeling like a slut tonight."

Rita was wanton and aggressive and I loved it. She threw off her coat, baring her sexpot outfit. As we frenched, I reached down and pulled the bullet from her hot cunt. She was drenched and shuddered as I held the vibrating toy to her clit. She took command again and pushed me back on the couch and straddled me.

Lowering her dripping pussy onto my cock, she fed me her tits. My mouth engulfed her nipple and her slick love-lips engulfed my cock. Rita put her hands on my shoulders and began a slow sexy ride, bucking rhythmically to coat my cock. The creamy mixture of her juices and my precum made it easier for her to take more cock. I grabbed her ass and squeezed as she pumped on me. Moaning and suckling on her beautiful tits, I also played with her tight asshole. 

Rita picked up the pace and was soon slamming her cunt onto my cock. We were both gasping with exertion, the spine-tingling energy surging from my cock into her deepest being. I coated her asshole with the juices that were dripping down to my balls and raised my head to shove my tongue in her mouth. 

Our fucking became louder with the pumping sounds of my throbbing hard cock in her sloppy pussy. I relished every stroke and tried my best to make it sexier than ever for Rita. I was consumed by the feeling of her love-hole working up and down my fuck-rod and let her know.

"Rita, you're so beautiful like this. I want you to cum for me. I want you to feel as good as I do. Use my cock and cum you hot slut! Feel how good it is to ride on my big fuck-pole. It's for you. I'm gonna cum and flood your beautiful body."

I slammed up into Rita and she slammed down on me. I reached for the bullet vibrator and awkwardly turned it on. Then I slid it against her asshole as she bounced up and down to get it coated with her cream. In the next instant, I popped it in her ass and she screamed.

"OH SHIT!! PAUL!!" She was cumming. "OH MY ASS!! AAAHHH!!"

For once, Rita just enjoyed her cum and moaned. I worked her ass and bounced her harder trying to coax more and more cum spasming action from her.

"Yeah, Rita! Work it! Cum again you hot slut! Feel the vibration in your ass! Use my cock and slam your sweet pussy on me!"

"AAAHHH!! YES!! OH CUMMING!!" 

I could feel Rita's cunt muscles tensing as I put my finger against her ass with the toy. She pushed her big tits against me and shook in a tight gyrating motion. I tugged on the wire connected to her ass, causing her to shudder. Then I grabbed her ass and rolled her over, keeping my cock in her.

Rita knew what I wanted to do and lifted her legs to my shoulders. I started slamming into her wanting to make it a little rough. Rita opened eyes wide and her mouth formed an 'O' as I jackhammered her slick hole. The friction between us was building toward an explosion. The whole scene was so hot I knew I was about to cum. I pounded Rita a little longer, watching her body writhe in pleasure, seeing her tits shake, staring into her eyes. 

"Paul... so good!! Just like that!! Gonna cum again!!"

"Oh yeah Rita!! Almost there baby!!" 

Our bodies were pressed tightly together as Rita reached for me around her extended legs. I gave her one long thrust before ramming into her and collapsing with my cock fully engulfed, cum shooting in wicked spasms. At the same time I pulled the wire and dislodged the bullet from Rita's ass, causing her to jump against me with another bolt of pleasure. "Oh gawd!" She whined.

I released her legs and she wrapped them around me to keep my cock in her. After some moments of silence broken only by our breathing, we kissed gently and pulled apart. 

"You're so hot Rita. I love what you do to me. Your gorgeous body was made for my cock."

"MMmmm Paul. You are a fucking stud. I love your cock." She paused. "Paul look at me." She kiss me softly and then looked into my eyes. "I love you. I love your cock. We can't be together like a couple but...  But we can have a very special relationship. I love being able to have... "

Her words ignited me and I interrupted. "I love you too Rita. I know...  I just want to be able to keep fucking you... "

"Your cock is mine Paul. Your big hard cock is mine. Promise me I can have it like this whenever I want."

I didn't speak, I just kissed her. Unfortunately, a few minutes later we realized that my parents would be home soon and Rita covered up her radiant body and left. I showered and slept soundly, dreaming of all the possibilities.

**************

The summer arrived quickly and my torrid affair with Rita grew more passionate as our fucking took on renewed energy with the longer days and my freedom from school. One day we visited an adult store and bought some toys. We used an anal plug and vibrator in many different kinky scenarios. One of my favorites was when Rita wore the anal plug as we worked in the garden and had to talk to my mom who came over to take a look at our efforts. Another was when I double penetrated her, my cock in her ass and a vibrator in her pussy as we sat in front of a mirror, my hands on her tits and hers working the vibrator and her clit—Rita came so hard she fell to the floor and I shot my load all over her undulating body.

I did everything for Rita I could. Our relationship was almost all sexual but I wasn't complaining and there as an easy atmosphere between us. Rita dressed to keep me horny--she never wore panties during the day unless they were crotchless, she almost always wore skirts and high heels, and her blouses revealed much of her ample cleavage. Mr. Wilson continued to enjoy the benefits of his wife's appetite for sex and Rita put on some good shows for me during their sessions.

Rita and I fucked on the golf course several times during the hot summer afternoons. One day she unsheathed some new golf balls and put one in her pussy as we drove around in the cart. I had to finger her hard to get it out and she came as I pulled it out. Fortunately, the ball didn't hurt her pussy as she was in good shape from our frequent fucking.

Eventually, the summer came to an end and I went off to college in Tucson a few hours away. I mostly saw Rita during vacations and we fucked as often as we could. I did date a few co-eds but my interludes with Rita satisfied me enough to prevent me from getting seriously involved. Our fucking was more explosive because of the absences and Rita's pussy was tighter from her relative inactivity. Once in desperation, Rita even came to visit me. I was surprised but happy, especially because we were able to spend the entire night together for the first time. 

Even when I was involved with girls later, Rita and I continued our secret affair. It was simple and hot and we both enjoyed it. Hopefully it will continue for years to come...



Red, Hot Roommates



I was going into my second year of University & myself, Ann and Mary were trying to find a place to stay other than the dorms when I found an ad in the local paper that read:

"Female university student looking for 3 other females to share furnished, 4 bedroom house off campus. 

If you're messy, inconsiderate or unwilling to share the work then don't bother calling!

Rent $350/person plus 1/4 of utilities & food."

It left a cell phone # and address and at least the address was in a good area of town. I called and talked to Tanya who seemed quite nice. We talked for a while and she must have been satisfied with the answers because she set up a time for us to come over and look at the place. I picked up all my friends (I was the one with the car) and drove over after supper. 

From the outside it was a nice looking place but inside was even better. There wasn't any of the usual 'student' furniture, it was all fairly new & in great shape. Each bedroom had it's own dresser, nightstands, double bed, small TV and a work desk. There were 2 bathrooms, a huge living room/dining room and the kitchen. When we said we were definitely interested in taking it, Tanya told us that she was very serious about the 'messy, inconsiderate & unwilling' part and if any of us failed on any of those there'd be consequences. 

When we asked what she meant by 'consequences' she said that she'd had other roommates that didn't work out so she'd decided to make sure any future roommates knew what would be expected of them. She gave each of us a copy of the 'rules' - basically no one could spend more than 30 minutes in the shower if others were waiting to use it, laundry must not be left in either the washer or dryer, dishes must be cleaned up and put in the sink. A cooking/dishwashing and housecleaning schedule would be set up and must be followed. There were to be no overnight guests on school nights and no loud noise past midnight. We agreed that they were reasonable rules but she still hadn't answered the 'consequences' question. 

Tanya hesitated for a minute and then told us that as a child her father had punished her and her siblings with spankings so that's what she'd decided to do as well. Looking back, it was kind of funny 'cause all 3 of us said 'Spankings?' pretty much at the same time. After the initial shock had worn off, she went on to say that for each infraction, we'd receive our choice of 15 swats on a fully clothed behind, 10 with just panties on or 5 on our bare behinds. If we didn't want the spanking, we could draw from the 'choice' jar which had a bunch of punishments in that we could do instead. If we chose 'choice' but didn't like what we drew then we'd get the original spanking plus 10 additional strokes on our bare skin. She gave a few examples of punishments like cleaning both bathrooms (including toilets) with a toothbrush or doing everyone's laundry for a month. 

Mary asked Tanya if she was exempt from the tasks and punishments and she said that she would be an equal member both in work and punishment, then she said she'd go to the kitchen while we talked it over. We weren't real keen on the idea of the spankings but seeing as every other place we'd looked at was either a dump, way out of our price range or the other roomates were druggies we decided that we really liked the place and if she was willing to be part of it then at least it was fair - besides school was starting soon so we didn't have much choice. When she came back we told her we'd all agreed and would take the rooms & moved in the following week.

Once we were all moved in, we found a sheet on the fridge with the rules on it and underneath were all our names and spaces to track any infractions. The first few weeks went quite well with no problems and no infractions but then school started back up and we got busy. By the end of that week, Mary had 2 marks, Ann had 1, Tanya had 2 and I had 3. Friday night had been designated to settle infractions so with much apprehension, we all got together in the living room. Tanya came in and told us there was one thing she hadn't told us - that each week, person with the lowest number of strikes would be exempt from being spanked and would actually be the 'spanker' for the week so that meant Ann was off the hook and would do the spanking. 

Tanya and Mary had 2 each so they flipped a coin to see who went first and Tanya lost. She said she'd leave the clothes on so she lay across Ann's lap for 30 strokes. At first Ann was somewhat hesitant but by the time she was at 20 strokes, Tanya was squirming and by 30 there were definite tears in her eyes. Mary decided to go for less strokes so she pulled her pants down and lay over Ann's lap with just panties on but didn't have the pain tolerance that Tanya had and was sniffling by 10 strokes. 

At first I'd figured on going fully clothed or at least with panties on but seeing the reaction of the other two and knowing that with 3 strikes I'd have either 45 clothed or 30 on the panties I figured I'd go for 15 on the bare skin. The first one hurt more than I'd anticipated, by 5 it was stinging and by 10 I had tears in my eyes but by 15 I was surprised to realize that my face wasn't the only thing wet - I was actually sexually excited! I'd never been spanked as a child so I was totally unprepared for the tingling and warmth that spread from my ass to my pussy. When it was over, I quickly dressed myself and headed to my bedroom in embarrassment but was so horny that I had to take care of things with my trusty vibrator. 

The thoughts of what had just happened and the stinging of my ass on the bedspread added to everything and my orgasm was both fast and big. When I came back down stairs, I noticed Tanya looking at me with a strange look on her face but nothing more was said. Over the next couple of days, Ann & Mary grumbled about the spankings, complained about their sore asses & wished they hadn't agreed to move in but eventually agreed that it was still better than anything else they'd seen for rent and if we followed the rules we didn't have anything to worry about. 

Things continued on for several months with each of us having varying numbers of infractions and it almost became something to look forward to - at least for the person with the fewest marks on their sheet. Each time I got spanked it turned me on and the less clothes I had on, the more excited I got. I was pretty sure that even though Tanya took her strokes with the rest of us, she far preferred doing the spanking to being spanked. I was also pretty sure none of the others knew how turned on I got during the spankings, but that all changed one Friday night.

I'd had a really rough week and had actually forgotten it was Friday. When I got home, I had a couple of fairly stiff drinks and went to my room to watch some TV - ok, the TV was on just so no one could hear me getting myself off with a vibrator. I was really close to an orgasm when Tanya knocked on the door and told me it was time to come down for the weekly spankings. Not only was I totally frustrated at being so close to cumming and having to stop, but I remembered that I had 6 marks on my sheet which meant a minimum of 30 strokes on my bare ass but I couldn't remember who had the lowest. It wasn't until I went downstairs and saw Tanya in the spanking chair that I remembered she'd only had 1 strike where Ann had 4 and Mary had 5. 

By now we were totally used to seeing lots of bare skin so it didn't surprise anyone when Ann just dropped her pants and panties and assumed the position. I was already wet but the sight of her bare ass quickly turning red, the sound of the slaps and the gasps as each stroke hit just got me wetter and wetter. When she was done, Mary said she didn't want to be spanked so she opted for the 'choice' jar. The way her face turned red when she read it intrigued us & then she handed it to Tanya who read it out: "your choice: either masturbate to orgasm in front of everyone or pick someone to masturbate you to orgasm." 

Mary said she'd go with the first option so she undressed and lay on the floor. She was usually quite shy so it took her a while to get into it but when she did, her fingers really started flying and by the time she came she was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, her whole body was flushed and I'm pretty sure her moans could have been heard by the neighbours. When she was done, she looked around like she'd forgotten we were watching, turned even brighter red and pulled up her pants. 

Tanya then looked at me and crooked her finger in a 'come here' motion. I flipped my skirt up over my waist, pulled down my panties and lay across her lap. The first few strokes were surprisingly light but got progressively stronger and several times I thought I felt her lightly caress my ass in between strokes. My spankings had always excited me and with my interrupted orgasm I was hornier than I'd ever been. By 20 strokes I was breathing heavily, by 25 I was moaning and on the 30th stroke I came. Now I'm not talking about a couple of little groans that could be written off as pain from the spanking - this was a long, loud moan and a far stronger cum than I'd had in a long time, in fact I could feel myself gush and when I got up, any chance of talking my way out of it was dashed when I saw the wet spot on Tanya's pants. I fully expected everyone to laugh or something but Tanya quickly rescued me by saying that the next time I was spanked I really should go to the bathroom first. I think everyone then mistook my embarrassment at cumming on her leg for embarrassment at peeing on it and nothing was said. 

The next week, the tables were turned slightly and it was Tanya who was over my knee. On a few previous occasions when I was spanking her, I swore she ground herself against my leg so this time I waited for it and sure enough I could feel her rubbing against my leg in between swats. She was due for 25 so I stopped about every 5, put one hand in the middle of her back and told her to quit squirming so much. While everyone could see that hand, I let the fingers of my other hand slide up and touch her slit which was almost as wet as mine usually was. By the 4th time I stopped, I was actually fingering her slightly with no complaints from her. Over the next few weeks it quickly became a game between the two of us to see how much the spanker could touch the spankee without the other 2 noticing. 

I wasn't sure how far either of us wanted to go until our spring break. Ann & Mary had both gone home for the break, it was about 10pm & I was working on my computer in my room when Tanya came up and told me it was time to settle up for the week but thought seeing as it was just the two of us we could do it right in the bedroom. I said that was fine but the last time I looked at the sheet we both 5 strikes so it should cancel out. Tanya agreed but said the other option was that we could spank each other & just the way she said it sent a tingle through my pussy. 

Tanya said she knew I got off on being spanked and while she enjoyed it too, her big turn on was doing the spanking & did I want to kick it up a notch. I know I turned beet red but there wasn't any real sense in denying it and I could already feel myself getting damp so I asked her what she meant. She pulled a bag out from behind her back and said she had a couple of things in it that she was pretty sure I'd enjoy. When she opened the bag, I saw a blindfold and two toys connected by a strap - one was short, tapered at the tip, got quite a bit wider and then tapered back in at the base and the other one was longer and fairly wide with less taper. It took me a few seconds to realize the shorter one was a butt plug and the longer one a vibrator. I'd never had real anal sex but all my vibrators had found their way up my ass more than once and I really enjoyed it however I'd never used anything as wide as the butt plug before. I was turned on more than I was scared so I just nodded and pulled my nightshirt over my head which left me totally naked in front of Tanya for the first time. 

She put the blindfold on me and when she was sure I couldn't see, she spent a few minutes gently touching me, spending extra time on my hardened nipples and pussy before telling me to bend over the bed. Once I'd bent over, I felt her soft hands carress my butt cheeks, down my thighs and back up the inside of my legs, stopping just before my slit before she pulled away. It wasn't long before I heard the click of a cap opening and then a well lubed finger teasing my backdoor. I thought she was going to put the toys in and then spank me but I was wrong. 

Just as the first knuckle of one finger parted my pucker and slipped inside, the palm of her other hand cracked against my ass. The combination of the pain of her slap and the pleasure of her finger were wonderful and I spent the next few minutes being spanked as one, then two and finally three fingers found their way into my ass. I felt empty for a second or two when she pulled all three fingers out but then I felt the tapered end of the plug pushing against my slightly stretched but well lubed behind. Bit by bit she worked it in, still reddening my ass with her other hand. Once the butt plug was fully in, she started working the vibrator into my pussy. That slid in much easier even though the butt plug made it feel quite a bit tighter. Once both were fully inserted, my spanking started in earnest. Slap after slap stung my ass and just when I thought there couldn't be more stimulation, she turned the vibrator on to full. 

Holy shit! I couldn't believe the sensations as I got closer and closer to a totally mind blowing orgasm. Tanya must have known how close I was getting because she told me to roll over on the bed and hold my legs up in the air. The spanking continued in this new position but the vibrations felt totally different. As I was getting to the point of no return, I felt hot breath quickly followed by lips and a tongue on my clit which immediately sent me over the edge and I screamed as I came...and came...and came. With each contraction a fresh squirt of cum sprayed into Tanya's face and she happily lapped it all up. When my contractions had slowed to a crawl, I realized I was still holding my legs so I let them go but didn't have the energy to do more than roll over on my side. I didn't even feel Tanya take off the blindfold, pull the two toys out or cover me up but it was several hours later before I woke up covered with the room totally dark and the feel of another warm, naked body curled up behind me. My stirring must have woken her up too because I felt her arms tighten around me as she whispered in my ear, "I'd hoped there'd be at least one of you who enjoyed being spanked & I'm really glad it was you. Let's get some more sleep and in the morning you can spank me."

We did, I did and imagine the surprise of our other 2 roommates when they came back to find Tanya and I sharing her room and a sign out front advertising a room for rent for another student. We talked about it a bit and both of them admitted they suspected that I got turned on by the spankings but were a bit surprised that I also enjoyed sex with Tanya. While we were waiting to find another roommate, the spankings for everyone continued but it wasn't unusual for Ann or Mary to hear the sounds of a spanking and other pleasures behind our closed bedroom door on days other than Fridays. 

Seeing as it was the middle of the year, most students already had housing and the ones that didn't were usually because they'd been kicked out of wherever they'd been at so we didn't want them either. When the few that did apply heard about the way infractions were dealt with, they decided they'd keep looking. Surprisingly when we finally rented the room, it wasn't to a female but a male student named Steve. We made sure he was fully aware of the arrangements and consequences before he signed on and he was fine with it. 

As it turned out, he was more than fine with it - when it came to the first session, he'd lucked out big time that week because he didn't have any strikes against him which meant he also got to do the spanking. We could all tell from the bulge in his pants he enjoyed the thought of it and we quickly realized the one thing we hadn't thought about before - not only would we possibly end up being spanked by a guy we really didn't know but depending on how many strokes we wanted he could be getting a great view of our naked, red asses. As it was, Mary was the only one with enough strikes against her to choose to have her spanking on the bare ass, Ann took hers on the panties and Tanya and I left our pants on. It took a few weeks but we got used to Steve seeing our bare asses and when his luck ran out, we certainly enjoyed watching his ass get red and hot whenever it was his turn to get spanked. Ann & Mary didn't get particularly excited spanking Tanya or I but both got totally flushed and excited when they had him over their knee so it wasn't long until after the spankings, Steve would go off with either Ann or Mary (and occasionally both) while Tanya & I went to our room. 

Every so often Tanya or I would invite Mary or Ann to join us for sex but they always declined. One particular Friday we'd all had a few drinks (ok, maybe more than a few) and after the strikes had been tallied and spankings delivered we were sitting around the living room when Steve and Ann started making out. That made me even hornier so I started making out with Tanya. One thing led to another and soon Steve was fucking Ann from behind, Tanya was fucking me from behind with a strap-on and spanking me at the same time (nothing feels as good as getting it doggy style when your ass is still stinging from a spanking) and Mary was sitting there playing with herself watching everything that was going on. Again I asked Mary to join us but this time instead of her usual 'no thanks', she came closer so I could touch her and before long I was licking and sucking on her pussy while Tanya pounded me from behind. Hers was only the second pussy I'd tasted and I quickly found that just like guys, not all girls taste the same. Her and Tanya were both delicious but her pussy had more of a tart fruity flavour and unlike Tanya's trimmed pussy, Mary's was totally smooth & bare. 

After a while, Tanya pulled away from me and rolled onto her back so I could ride her which left Mary on her own again but not for long as she moved under Ann and started alternating between licking her slit and Steve's cock. Looking back, I don't think this was the first time Ann & Mary had touched each other because I was soon watching my two friends 69ing. I was so engrossed watching them that I didn't notice Steve pull away until I felt a hard, wet cock against my asshole. He wasn't as lubed as I was used to but he also wasn't as big as some of Tanya's toys so he slipped in fairly easily. Considering how long he'd been fucking Ann, he held off quite well but eventually I felt him stiffen against me and his cock started pulsing as he spurted his cum into my ass. I'd already been close to cumming just riding Tanya's strapon so with the added stimulation of the first cock to ever go in my ass and feeling him cumming was all it took to push me over the edge and I started contracting and let loose with several huge gushes of my own cum.

By the end of the night, I think everyone had either been fucked, eaten or fingered by at least 2 and sometimes 3 other people and at one point Ann had Tanya's whole hand in her pussy which made the rest of us stop and watch until she reached a tremendous orgasm. It was a totally amazing sexual experience and while it wasn't a regular occurrence, it (or variations of it) occurred every few months until graduation. 

Like most female university students, I had my share of boyfriends but only a few of them enjoyed spanking me and none of them would let me spank them so our little group stayed together through university and we even got together on and off over the next year before we finally drifted apart. In a month I'll hopefully be able to catch up with everyone because I got an email today inviting me down to a 5th anniversary of graduation reunion at Tanya's place in Florida with a subject line of "Come on down for a spanking good time!"