0 comments/ 8298 views/ 0 favorites The Long Summer of Love Ch. 01 By: Jesus_Jones No-one ever said that married life in the army was easy. The men were often away and, for the most part, missed their wives terribly. Their wives also worried constantly about where their husbands were, and whether they would come back. It was equally difficult for the children, who never knew where their fathers were and when they would see them again. Eventually, they would get used to the lifestyle, but that wouldn't make it any less bearable. Sam Jardine was Tom Watson's best friend. They'd spent the last four years of secondary school together after Sam's Father's regiment had moved there. It hadn't exactly been friendship at first sight. Sam had regarded Tom as something like a poof due to an unfortunate hair cut, whereas Tom thought Sam was a loud bully. During their first sports lesson, they'd played on opposite teams in the rugby trials, and had spent a fair amount of time winding each other up until finally the coach had had to pull them apart as they traded blows with each other. Although the coach told them in no uncertain terms to put a stop to it, he'd also been happy to see some naked aggression from some of his team and so decided to start both of them in the first match of the season. Neither was happy about it, but they now had a grudging respect for each other. At the start of their game the following Saturday, the opposition's number eight decided to assert himself by flattening the first person he came up against, and high-tackled Sam long after he'd passed the ball to his scrum half. Tom was there in a flash. The number eight didn't know what hit him -- all he saw was stars, darkness and then the inside of the dressing room about half an hour later. Tom regarded that as being worth the yellow card he got, and they ran out easy winners having deflated the opposing team with their hard nosed attitude. Sam and Tom became the bane of any team their school played against, and found that they also enjoyed each others company outside of school. Although Tom was a bit more reserved that the ebullient Sam, they were soon inseparable. And when they were out at night, many girls didn't stand a chance against their easy charm and well developed physiques. As Sam's family lived in army accommodation, they didn't spend as much time there as they did at Tom's family's three bedroom house closer to the school. Tom enjoyed speculating as to where Sam's father and his comrades were at any given time, and also found that he got on well with him and his friends in the periods he was on leave. As it was getting on for the end of the last year at school, their thoughts were turning to what they were going to do next. Tom was thinking about joining the army, whereas Sam had set his heart on going to University. When they discussed this, Sam was always dead set against the army, which Tom found strange. However, he had yet to get the real reason out of him. Once their A-level exams were over, they went to a huge party for all the final year students, and proceeded to get suitably drunk with their team-mates and friends. As they talked, drank and danced, it seemed that half the girls netball team were rotating their way through the good looking rugby boys, running their hands surreptitiously across the boys pectoral muscles and allowing their breasts to rub up against their partner's torsos. The boys in turn enjoyed copping a feel of their partners tits and a couple even managed a slow hand between the legs, rubbing the girls' pussies through the fabric of their filmy panties. The boys then had to work very hard not to let their erections show when the girls changed partners. When Tom ducked out to go and get another drink, one of the taller girls decided to take matters into her own hands. Her name was Jenny, and she had shoulder length brown hair, flashing green eyes and long legs that ended in a very cute tight arse. She was wearing a figure hugging dark blue number which suggested more cleavage than it showed (not that she was lacking any) and presented her butt to the best degree. Whilst Tom was ordering himself a beer, Jenny arrived silently at his side and breathed gently in his ear "I hope you're not trying to avoid me, gorgeous," and allowed her tongue to flick out quickly and touch his earlobe. Tom's heartbeat quickened slightly at the unexpected, though welcome manoeuvre, and turned his head to look into Jenny's eyes. "Why on Earth would I want to avoid you? How about a drink to clear up any misunderstanding," he said, enjoying the closeness of her body. "Sure, I'd love a vodka and coke," Jenny replied. As Tom turned back to the barman to place the extra order, Jenny allowed her hands to slowly fall to her waist out of sight of anyone on the other side of the bar, and then the left hand to wander over to Tom's crotch, where it stopped with precision. "Well well, what have we here big boy? I can see what some of the girls have been telling me is true! Why have you been hiding it from me all this time?" The last part ended up as an attempted pout, which just made her look sexier than ever. Tom was trying to keep his cool, which wasn't easy with Jenny beginning to grasp his cock. "There never seemed to be the right opportunity for us, especially as I was seeing Janette for a while." Janette was a friend and team-mate of Jenny's. "Well, your well developed friend down here seems to think this is the right opportunity. What do you think?" The pout had turned into a devilishly sexy 'come hither' look, which wouldn't have needed the cock massage Tom was getting to make him stiff as a board. He didn't think twice, and leaned in to give Jenny a long kiss. She responded with equal enthusiasm, her tongue entering his mouth energetically and crushing her breasts against Tom's shoulder. The barman gave a discrete cough. Tom and Jenny broke apart so that he could pay, and she took her drink and downed it in one, before releasing her grip on his member and moving off in the direction of the hallway. The barman gave Tom a conspiratorial wink, and Tom grabbed his beer and walked off after Jenny, leaving the barman with his best tip of the evening. When Tom got to the end of the hallway, it opened out into an atrium where there were several doors going off into rooms for conferences. He caught one of the doors closing with a click, and so stepped towards it whilst quickly checking that no-one else was around. The room itself was pretty dark, with only moonlight to show anything. As the door closed again, he fumbled for a light switch. At the moment, two long arms encircled his waist and went down to his cock, making him jump and spilling his beer on the carpet. "Jesus! You scared me!" "Well, at least that won't be the only liquid you'll be losing tonight," came the giggle from behind him. Jenny moved one hand to undo his fly whilst the other kept Tom where she wanted him. "I think this guy needs some air," she whispered as she pulled his pants down and let his cock spring free. She held it there for a second before moving her right hand to his helmet and back again, glorying in the size of it. Her left hand was rubbing Tom's pectoral and pinching his nipple through his shirt, which was turning him on even more as he felt Jenny's breath on his neck and boobs on his back. Tom couldn't do much as Jenny pleasured him, so he put his hands behind him and started caressing her bum cheeks, rubbing and squeezing them as best he could. As Jenny started quickening the pace with her right hand, Tom started lifting Jenny's dress up using his fingers to inch up the fabric on her skin as fast as possible. He managed it get it half way over the curve of her rump before moving his hands on to her silky smooth cheeks. As he manoeuvred his hands round he could feel that she was only wearing a g-string. He got one of his fingers to her arsehole and started massaging the ring. "Ooh, naughty," Jenny squealed, and gave his nipple a sharp nip with her fingers. "I know, and you're going to have stop for a second, otherwise this is going to be over pretty quickly." "Why, can you only manage it once?" she teased. "Fuck no," he laughed, "but I can think of better places to put it." With that, he turned round and looked at the beauty in front of him, reflected in the moonlight. He put his hand to his lips, and snaked the other behind her to lower the zip on he dress. Then he moved the fabric down to release her glorious chest. To Tom, they looked like a D-cup, and were almost flawless. If anything, a small mole above her left nipple added to the whole. He gave her another long kiss, and the move down her neck and into her cleavage. "Hmm, that's nice," she breathed, as he moved across and took her left nipple between his teeth and started flicking it with his tongue. She moaned for the first time as he moved across to her right nipple, but moved his hand up to caress her left breast. He felt both nipples stiffening and expanding as he continued to tease Jenny. Then he felt her move both hands down, one for her and one for him. "We can do better than that babe," he said and, standing up, picked her up in one swift motion and carried her to the nearest desk. He sat her gently down and then got on his knees. God she smelt good! With her dress up just far enough, he could make out her g-string. Jenny put her left hand down to her pussy and starting rubbing it. "Oh God that feels good. I haven't been this wet for ages!" Then she put her hand back to her mouth and licked her index finger. "I taste good Tom. Don't make me wait." Tom didn't need telling. In a flash he had his face into her pussy and was licking the fabric of her underwear. Jenny move her hand down again and pulled the material to one side. Tom slowly licked the outline of her pussy, enjoying the taste and the teasing. Jenny already had her head back and her left hand was supporting her as she leaned back. "Don't tease me you bastard!" she said to the ceiling. "Get your tongue in there and satisfy me!" Tom move up to the top of her pussy and slowly licked her clit, eliciting a flurry of moans. He didn't think he'd ever seen a pussy get this wet before, and so he finally obliged Jenny by getting his tongue in there and lapping away as quickly as he could. The moaning was getting louder and more intense as Tom tongued Jenny. He moved one hand down to wank himself off, and move the other to Jenny's crotch, sliding in two fingers whilst softly biting her clit. "Oh...my...God...don't..stop...now!" Jenny managed between breaths as Tom's fingers fucked her hole and his mouth pleasured her cunt. He could feel her getting incredibly tense before finally arching her back even further and giving a half strangled scream as her juice came out over him. Tom took his face away but kept his hands going as Jenny thrusted herself on to his fingers as her orgasm continued. He was getting close as well, but wanted Jenny to take him all the way, so he brought his other hand up and rubbed her clit. This made her scream again as another orgasm racked her body. He kept going for all he was worth as he saw Jenny's breasts bouncing and her hair swaying to and fro. Once the second orgasm was over, he took his fingers out and stood up. Jenny sat there shakily, with a beautific smile on her face. Tom lifted his fingers and licked them. "You're right, you do taste good. Here, enjoy them for me," and put the fingers in her mouth. She sucked greedily at them for a moment, before pulling back. "You didn't manage to jack yourself all the way did you? No? Good. Because I want something else in my mouth you horny fucker." Jenny got down on her knees and without further ado, opened her mouth and took his cock in as far as it would go. Tom almost came there and then, but manage to control himself as Jenny moved back up his member to the tip and back down again. She also manage to move her tongue around his cock as she worked it. Tom knew he wasn't going to last long. "Yeah, take it you dirty bitch, how does my cock taste compared to your pussy?" He thought he saw her smile, but couldn't be sure "Oh yes, I am going to come in your mouth. Be a good girl and swallow every last drop." Jenny nodded but didn't stop. He could feel the explosion coming and let it all go with muted roar as the gism hit the back of her throat. She swallowed it all and kept going, getting the second lot down as well as Tom lost himself in the best orgasm he'd ever had. Finally, she moved her head away, licking the helmet to be sure she had everything. "Well well Tom, not only have you got a nice cock but you give great head. I could definitely find uses for you',"she laughed. "In a similar vein, you have a knock-out body and suck cock like a pro," he said as she stood up. He moved towards her and cupped his hands around her tits. "How about we get some desert from the kitchen and I eat it off of the best tasting thing I had tonight?" "Not right now lover, but maybe later? A few of us are going back to my place to carry on. Perhaps you would like to join us?" Tom could already feel his cock stiffening again as he listened to Jenny and looked into her innocent yet incredibly dirty face. Jenny noticed and smiled. "I'll take that as a yes then stud. Now help me with my dress and we can go and have another drink." Tom helped her put her chest back in, giving her nipples another lick for good measure, zipped her up and then helped smooth her dress back down. "You still smell great Jen. Can't wait until the rest of me smells like you." Then, hand in hand, they left the room and want back to their friends. The Long Summer of Love Ch. 02 Sam, meanwhile, was beginning to suffer the after effects of a prolonged session of vodka shots he had been doing with his team-mates from the rugby club. Leaving a couple of disappointed netball girls in his wake, he staggered off to the toilets. Having struggled up the stairs and into the bathroom, he staged a brief fight with the zip on his trousers before finally getting his pecker out and relieving himself. "Jesus, sometimes that feeling is better than an orgasm," he thought as the piss cascaded down into the bowl. When he finally finished, he zipped up and stumbled over to the sink and washed his hands. After drying, he opened the door, and then noticed that his laces had come undone. As he knelt down, the door closed and he heard a pair of sighs from the stalls. "Thank fuck for that, I thought he was going to piss a river!" exclaimed a male voice. "Never mind that, get back to what you were...aaaaah..." gasped a female voice. Then all Sam could hear was a soft squelching, coupled with continued feminine sighs. His curiosity piqued, he stood up and tip-toed over to the open stall as quietly as he could. The noises continued, so he eased himself up on to the toilet and peered over the top of the divider to see what he could see. And what a sight it was! One of the hottest girls in the year, Nicole, was sitting on the closed toilet, her head back and eyes closed with her blonde hair loose around her neck. Her right hand was on top of the male head lapping at her pussy, whilst her left was kneading her right breast, pausing occasionally to pinch the nipple. Her panting was getting quicker and louder, gripping the head of dark hair that was working on her snatch. Sam couldn't make out who it was, but he seemed to know what he was doing, making Nicole squirm and grasp with ever greater intensity. Her left hand now moved down to her clit and started rubbing at a frantic speed. Sam's erection whilst watching was getting harder and harder, but he couldn't risk moving a hand down to give himself satisfaction for fear of losing his balance. Finally, the man at Nicole's cunt brought her to orgasm. She half moaned and half screamed as she began to squirt all over the man's face. The man took her knickers and stuffed them in her mouth to quieten her and, as he moved backwards to stop himself from drowning, Sam recognised him -- Mr Jennings, the history teacher! Sam pulled himself back to stifle a snort of laughter. It was an open secret that Nicole preferred experienced lovers, but this was almost a Daddy complex! Eventually, the muffled screaming subsided. Then Mr Jennings said "Right young lady, you've had your fun, now I think you need to return the favour!" "Yes of course sir," said Nicole in her best imitation of a devout student, and there was some shuffling as they changed positions. Then came the unmistakable sound of trousers being unzipped, and then the moans and sloppy sounds resumed, although at different pitches. Sam risked another peek over the divider and saw Nicole giving Mr Jennings some very obviously superior deep throat action. Nicole was taking it all without gagging, and had one hand at her pussy, with that other massaging Mr Jennings' balls. She still had her skirt up, and Sam could see her knickers on the floor behind her. For a brief second, he imagined finally being able to give his hard on some air, and then getting in behind Nicole to give her a graduation present she would never forget. He shook his head -- he didn't want to get arrested for rape! Sam quietly got down from his perch, and slid a hand under the divider to get Nicole's panties. Silently padding out, he surreptitiously put them in his blazer pocket, and then allowed the door to slam loudly before emitting a massive guffaw, and shuffling off back downstairs. Although his head was by now more or less clear, he decided to go out for a cigarette and get what he had just seen into the spank bank for later. And who knows, maybe get him somewhere with a spot of black mail as well. His hard on was refusing to go away whilst he dwelt on his thoughts, so he transferred them to the end of his cigarette as he walked out of the hotel and towards a row of hedges where someone else was already enjoying their nicotine fix. "Hi there Sam, I didn't know you smoked," said a familiar voice. "Hallo Ms Stevens. How are you?" replied Sam, as he looked his English teacher up and down. She was about five foot six inches in her heels, with bobbed red hair and a figure which, although it appeared to be nice, was usually covered by severe looking suits -- today was no different. This had given rise to speculation as to Ms Stevens sexuality, with the prevailing opinion being that she preferred her female students. "Have you been having a good time then Sam?" enquired the teacher. "After all, this is the probably the last time you'll all be together." "Not bad so far thanks," said Sam, "Just needed a break from the beers and what have you." "Yes, I saw what that means, how you were dancing with those girls from the netball team," said Ms Stevens, her expression suddenly sly. "I have no idea what you mean," he replied, trying unsuccessfully to look innocent. "Come on, you don't think we teachers enjoy a good gossip as much as the students? A few of us had a little wager on who would disappear first! Whoever got Tom won the pot. Stupid little me, I picked you." "Oh really? And why did you did do that?" "Because, if I were eighteen again, I wouldn't let you out of my clutches until the next morning at the earliest," she said, eyeing Sam up as if he were a lollipop. "Well," said Sam, the memory of what he saw in the bathroom still fresh in his mind, "I suppose I do owe you something for the faith you showed in me when you were betting," taking a step towards her. As Sam had his back to the hotel's entrance, Ms Stevens closed the gap as well, copping an unseen feel of Sam's swollen member with her right hand. Sam's eyes opened wide for a moment as his supposedly lesbian English teacher gave a few tugs on his cock before loosening up and enjoying the sensation. Ms Stevens took a deep drag on her cigarette before getting up on tiptoe and exhaling in his ear: "I hope you can handle everything I'm going to give you young man. It's a bit too public here, but I have taken a room for the night. So, if you can wait five minutes, come to room two oh six and be prepared for the night of your life. Oh, and don't come in your pants, we need that for later." With that, she released her grip, flicked her cigarette butt into the bushes and walked back towards the hotel without a glance backwards. Her gait was a lot saucier than Sam could remember from any of his lessons trying to master Shakespeare; then again, there were no women like this in his plays either! Sam sucked in another lungful of smoke, trying to make his erection go down with any unerotic thoughts that came to mind so as to make his walk to Ms Stevens room a bit easier. After a couple of minutes he finally managed to make himself presentable and sauntered casually back to entrance. As he started up the stairs he saw Tom and Jenny making their way hand in hand back towards the party hall. Sneaky bastard! Still, he was sure he was going to have the better evening of the two of them! Making sure no-one saw him, he went up to the second floor and smartened himself up in front of a mirror before knocking on Ms Stevens door. After a couple of seconds the door opened and Sam stepped through into the room. As the door closed, Sam turned round to see his English teacher as he'd never seen her before! Gone was the suit and blouse, Ms Stevens was standing there in white stocking and suspenders with a bra and knickers to match. She had also applied a bright red lipstick, making her sultry blue eyes stand out all the more under her red bob. To Sam's eyes, here tits were easily 34C, and her stomach and arse were firm and ripe for kissing. Her fine, smooth legs ended in red high heels. He suddenly realised that some serious planning had gone into this, and the silent compliment was making him harder than he thought he'd ever been. "So, big boy, think you can handle this thirty five year old body?" she whispered huskily. Without replying, Sam leant down and kissed his teacher. She responded greedily, her tongue forcing his lips apart and searching for his own. Her hand was once again rubbing his cock through his trousers, whist the other was buried in his hair, raking his scalp with her nails. Sam opened his eyes briefly to lock the door and then moved both hand down to her pert arse, forcing her into his body whilst kneading her buttocks. She released him and instead started grinding into him, enjoying the feeling of his strong hands on her. As the kissing for more passionate their breathing increased until finally, Sam had to break it off for fear of asphyxiation. "How's that so far then, my student?" ask Ms Stevens archly. In reply, Sam started kissing her neck and then moved down to her breasts, licking the valley between them and gently biting her nipples through the fabric whilst using one of his hands to rub her pussy. Her knickers were already sopping wet, and he had no problem moving them to one side and moving his fingers up and down her slit. "Hmm, that feels so good," she managed as Sam pushed her towards ecstasy. Then, with one swift movement, Sam stood up, picked her up around the waist and threw her on to the bed. "Ooh, is this how you treat all your lovers then?" she said, but quickly melted into another fit of squeals and squeaks as he renewed his assault on her pussy, this time with his tongue lapping her lips and her clit. He also manoeuvred himself so that he could get one, then two fingers into her cunt and slowly started pumping her pussy. With herself impaled on his fingers, his thumb rubbing her clit and him still licking for all he was worth, Ms Stevens was writhing around, her hands on his head and her breath coming in gasps. "Oh yes, fuck me with those fingers, ooh that feels so good you nasty bastard, lick my snatch you fucking horny boy, how do those mature juices taste...ooh, aaah, I'm cooomiiing!" She pushed his face into her pussy as hard as she could, arching her back and releasing herself on to him. "Oh...my...Gooooood!" she screamed as she continued to come with Sam refusing to let up on the stimulation "I think I'm going to come agaaaain!" as Sam got a third finger into her and pumped for all he was worth. "Don't stop, don't stop, don't stooop!" she wailed, mashing her cunt on to his hand and into has face. Finally, Sam released Ms Stevens and she managed to get her back back on to the bed, panting like a marathon runner, flush and still very horny. "So, looks like I picked a good boy this year," she giggled mischievously. "What do you mean?" asked Sam. "Never mind you stud. Come here, I want to taste me. Give me those hot fingers." She took the forefinger that had been in her pussy and slowly licked the tip, before taking it in her mouth and slowly moving down to the hand. "Hmm, I taste good don't I? Give me the next one." Without breaking eye contact, she took his middle finger and gave it the same treatment. Without being aware of it, Sam was rubbing his cock through his trousers -- this was so unreal! Ms Stevens saw what was happening and moved her head back. "Hey big boy, that's my job. Why don't you let me take care of your frustrations? Wait there." Quick as a flash, she got up and undid his trousers, sliding them down along with his boxers to reveal his incredibly hard eight inch prick. "Hmm, all for me then, I can hardly wait! Lie down and let me do what I do best." Sam took the position he was told to, and started unbuttoning his shirt. Meanwhile, Ms Stevens was jacking off his cock with a dreamy look in her eye. "It's been a while since I had one this big. Now just relax and enjoy the ride." She bent over and lovingly licked the underside of his helmet. He groaned as she flicked her tongue around the ridge of his helmet, and then put his bell end into her mouth, sucking gently. As Sam began to writhe a little, she sucked a little harder, still wanking his cock and enjoying the taste of this gorgeous, horny teenager who obviously couldn't get enough. Then she began bobbing her head up and down, taking more and more of the cock into hour mouth, until eventually she was three quarters of the way down each time it went in. Sam was close and could barely control himself. "Ms Stevens, I can't hold it much longer!" he managed between gasps. "Don't worry, I love swallowing young cum. Give it to me!" and with that, she took his entire length to the back of her throat, and licked and sucked for all she was worth. The feeling of his cock going that far tipped Sam over the edge, and he began to cum. As she felt this happening, Ms Stevens quickly put the index finger of her left hand up past his balls and into his anus. "FUUUUCK! What are you doing?2 cried Sam, as he started to have the most intense orgasm of his life. "What is that doing there?!" he shouted out again. As his semen hit the back of her throat, she tried to swallow as much as she could, whilst wriggling her finger about in his arse. She didn't think it possible that he could cum as much as he did; he didn't think the orgasm would ever end. Eventually, she had to let him go, moving her head back and letting the cum dribble down her chin and on to her tits. She was still making him move, wanking his cock and moving her finger in tandem. "Please stop," he begged, "I can't take any more!" "Well, seeing as you asked nicely," she smiled, and removed her finger, wiping the cum on her face off and then licking it all off again. "Kiss me as a thank you." Shakily, Sam got up and kissed his teacher. The taste was slightly salty but not unpleasant, seeing as most of it was in her belly. "Done without hesitation, I'm impressed. I hope you can recover quickly, there's a lot more for us to do before the night is out!"