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Dara's Favorite Website Ch. 1

By: halogengrrl



Dara stared at the paper in her hands with disbelief. On the downloaded image from the internet was a slim blonde woman with breasts much too big for her body had both her hands wrapped around a monstrous penis. The penis was inches from her face, thick and veinous its head wet with precum. Dara had never seen a penis so huge. And worst of all, the woman's mouth was open slightly. Her tongue seemed ready to run up and down the thick length of the shaft, her mouth ready to take it inside as her lips wrapped around the flesh.

Dara dropped the print out onto her desk in disgust. It landed beside the math book, pack of Marlboros, and small notepad she had removed from Billy Miles' desk. She had noticed the group of senior boys gathered around him during study hall. She hadn't said anything though. Being new to Middleburg High Dara didn't want to make enemies of the students in her second week of teaching. Least of all did she want the captain of the football team hating her for embarrassing him for bringing pornography to school. It was worse enough she could embarrass him for many other things. 

In the few days she was here, she caught Billy and a few of the other students leering at her. Dara would admit to anyone she lead a sheltered life growing up in private schools, and even during college she avoided doing much of anything that wasn't related to classes or being a Phi Beta Kappa member. It was hard at times making friends with people who didn't try bullying her into being more social, or to take more pride in her body. Dara thought she had a nice body, but it wasn't anything to show off. 

At 5'6 her shoulder length blonde hair framed a thin face with dark green eyes, a smallish nose, and lips a little too thick for her face. Thinking of her features, she almost laughed remembering her one boyfriend in college. Mark swore men, and women, less horny than he would pay for a glimpse of her body naked. Mark hadn't seen that though, and Dara was sure his imagination had gotten the better of him. At best he had seen the swell of her 36D breasts under a tight sweater, or maybe the curves of her ass in form-fitting workout clothes she never dared wear to a gym. 

Maybe she was sheltered, but she knew enough to recognize the lewdness hiding behind the deep blue eyes of the 6'2" quarterback and his buddies. Dara admitted to herself if Billy were five years older and six or seven hundred percent less full of himself, she might have been attracted to him. As it was now, she had to figure out what to do. Everything in the pit of her stomach told her to bring the trashy picture and Billy Miles straight to the principal's office. If the problem were off her hands, all the better. But she knew that wouldn't solve anything. After a week's suspension, Billy would be back to school and Dara would have made the worst enemy possible among the students. She needed to do something though. Everything she learned in her college courses suggested she needed to gain the respect of Billy and his friends. 

Although part of her thought it wasn't a good idea, Dara picked up the print out and pack of cigarettes off her desk and returned them to Billy's desk just as she had found them. She intentionally left the notebook on her desk. She did wonder what sort of note-taker Billy was. 

With half an hour left in the lunch period, Dara sat at her desk, screwed the cap off her bottle of Evian, and flipped open the notebook. She was surprised. From everything she suspected of Billy, it would have been natural for the notebook to be filled with scribblings, notes to his friends, and probably even lewd drawings. It wasn't, at least the first ten or fifteen pages of it. Billy had tucked a copy of her algebra syllabus inside the small blue notebook's cover pocket, and he had taken better notes for the first four days' lessons than Dara ever had in high school. 'Of course,' a part of her whispered, 'keeping his attention to the front of the room gave Billy the chance to stare at her.' 

And then, the notes ended. Dara knew she had three full periods over the last week teaching the kids all about factoring and negative factors, but Billy hadn't taken a single note. She flipped further into the notebook, and a folded piece of paper fell out onto her desk. Dara worried. Her Evian had been out of the faculty refrigerator for a few hours and the late August heat had made the bottle perspire. The paper from Billy's notebook sat on her desk, its edge in the ring of water. Quickly she started to put it back in the notebook. Billy wouldn't notice the water-logged edge. But she didn't know where in the notebook it had fallen from, and curiosity was getting the better of her. 

Unfolding the paper Dara wasn't surprised – another internet porn picture. It was a picture of two women and a black man all naked beside a pool. A tall brunette with a tanned and supple body, heavy breasts and long legs stood fingering herself beside a lawn chair. On the lawn chair, the other woman, a blonde with shoulder-length hair and natural breasts laid with her back arched in pleasure and her lips encircling the second biggest penis Dara had ever seen. Dara looked away in a mixture of disgust and amusement. Maybe she had led a sheltered life. The two biggest penises she had ever seen, she saw in the same day. 

Folding the picture, Dara slid it back into the notebook. She flipped through the rest of the pages, careful not to let drop any other loose paper that may be waiting to be discovered. Fortunately, there was only one. A handwritten note on blue note paper was stuck in the very back of the notebook. Dara unfolded it waiting for what sexual act Billy downloaded this time. But it wasn't a picture, it was a note written between Billy and someone whose handwriting Dara didn't recognize. 

'Yeah I'd do her. She has one hell of a body under those ugly ass clothes. Wish she'd realize that so I wouldn't have to use my imagination in class so much. Just to see her once in a tight t-shirt or a low-cut top.' Damn, Billy had written to start the note obviously carrying on a conversation or even another entire note.

'Don't get me wrong,' wrote the other person in a heavy masculine scribble. 'The bitch could be a hottie. But facts is facts. She ain't never gonna be anything but a school teacher. One day soon those big hooters are gonna shrivel up and that pussy's gonna go dry.' Dara was shocked. That one of her students would talk about her this way, that any student would describe his teacher with so much vulgarity. Beneath the vulgarity, there was something in his words that really hurt. Dara lived an active life, as active as she was comfortable with. She had her own self-worth and to think 18 year old men measured her by how much of a slut she could be... Dara wondered how much those two women by the pool would have enjoyed each other without the muscular black man present. The thought distracted her, but she returned to reading the note.

Billy responded. 'What kind of crack have you been smoking?' That earned him a point or two on Dara's respect scale. Still, he'd have a long way to go before she came close to forgiving his vulgar thoughts.

'Only the best bro. I've had some fine pussy around this school and I'm tellin you I wouldn't want it from her,' wrote the other. I like my women to know who they are and what they can do. That bitch ain't ever realized what a body she has. That tells me the bitch ain't got no self-respect. She's afraid of herself. So there ain't no way I'm gonna respect someone who's ashamed of herself.'

Some part of Dara hoped for another good response from Billy. She was disappointed. 'Well, maybe you're right. There is something about Ms. Farris that makes her seem so small and scared.' 

'Damn right I'm right. I know Cindy with her ten dollar blows up in the third floor bathroom has more self-respect. Hell, you remember that voting site I showed you?'

Billy wrote back, 'Hottie-or-not.com?'

'Yeah. I bet Cindy with all her acne could do better than Ms Farris,' said the student who Dara so wanted to meet in a locked classroom with her taser and maybe her big uncle Joe.

Folding the note, Dara put it back in the notebook. She closed her eyes. There was just no way she could ever get through to Billy, and probably his vulgar friends. She was not about to wear revealing clothes to work. The thought disgusted and scared her. With student loans to pay, she needed the job at Middleburg. Dara thought there had to be a way to gain her male students' respect without demeaning herself or fueling rumors she was a cock-sucking slut.

Four days later

Dara stared at her email screen disappointed. Since graduating college, the amount of email she received dropped to almost nothing. Only a note from her mom about her sister's wedding plans, and an electronic digest from her Phi Betta Kappa chapter were in her box. Those messages had been in her box all week and at this point she still didn't feel like reading them. She didn't care much right now about her old honor society and who she knew was doing great things. And she knew all about Jenny's wedding from Jenny herself. Her mother's version of events would put her sister on a pedestal the rest of the family would have to bow down to. 

Pursing her lips, Dara knew she was being too harsh. Her mother was just happy that where one of her daughters hardly dated at all, the other had found herself a lawyer. And she knew she should be happy for her old classmates too. But all week she felt depressed. More and more she noticed the cold stares of her students. At times she felt like she was talking to herself at the chalkboard during math class. And all around her, her sister, her mother, the landlord of her small apartment, and even her cat Minx seemed more confident of themselves and what they were doing with their lives than Dara. By week's end Dara was almost emotionally exhausted. She hadn't enjoyed her favorite Friday night television shows and her lemon tea sat cooling for an hour on her coffee table, untouched. 

Where was her life going? If she couldn't gain the respect of her students, she could be a real teacher. Without teaching, what had she spent the past four years of her life doing in college? So many of her friends from high school were making much more money than she was, and they had only gone to technical or trade schools. 

Realization didn't quit hit Dara. It more slinked out of her unconscious at the same moment the banner advertisement on her free email service changed. She had to respect herself and she had to be proud of her mind and her body. Even her 18 year old students could see she wasn't proud of herself. And there was no way the woman pictured on the banner advertisement could be proud of herself, Dara thought. Could she?

The woman's face was broad with sharp cheek bones and sunken grey-blue eyes. Her lips were impossibly thin and rested in a shadow cast down from her jaunted nose. She had what Dara thought was an overbite marring her smile and the large brown mole over her right eyebrow was anything but a beauty mark. Beside her face were the words Am I Cute or Not? Click here to vote!

Dara knew her vote before she realized she had clicked the advertisement. In a minute or two... her internet connection was terribly slow... most of a site loaded in a new window. Along the top of the screen, printed in dark blue letters on a while background was the site's title. Growing tired of waiting for all the site's images to load, Dara clicked the text link at the bottom of the page titled 'How it works.' After a few minutes of reading, she had to admit she was amused. Apparently the site was a voting booth where visitors not only submitted photos of themselves, but also voted on just how cute the other visitors were. 

Dara thought for a moment. The rules were simple. No pornography, no images of people who weren't really you, and no harassing the people who posted their pictures. But could she? Dara looked down at her body and closed her eyes. The rise of her breasts pushed against the fold of her terricloth bathrobe. With her left hand she pulled up the bottom edge of the robe higher and higher over her left thigh. Her legs were smooth and fairly long. As her hand rested beside the blonde public hair hiding the narrow slit of her vagina, her right hand drifted down across the full of her left breast. Her fingers moved in slow circles around her nipple. As her nipples rose hard against the terrycloth, Dara's left hand rubbed against the moist lips of her vagina, two and then three figures working back and forth against her clit. In the darkness behind her eyes she imagined herself standing beside a pool, working herself up to a crushing climax, watching a blonde go down on a muscular black man. She could hear the other woman's groans mixed with her own gasps of self-pleasure, the other woman's body arching upward as she was wracked by one orgasm after another. The man pulling his nine inches of smooth black cock out of the other slut's mouth, his eyes locking to hers, inviting her to come and taste.

Dara snapped her eyes open. The climax left stars ringing the edges of her vision. She looked at the thick moisture between her legs, her large breasts loosed from her robe, her nipples still erect. On the computer screen before her was the picture of a mousey brown-haired girl a few years younger than Dara. As her breathing stilled, Dara looked at the screen and clicked a '4,' trying to forget the images she used to bring her to her first orgasm in months. The next image on the screen was an equally mousey girl with glasses, a crooked smile, and small beedy eyes. The image looked like something out of a high school year book – definitely a three. 

Still horny, and looking at pictures of women who she thought... no, knew she looked better than was doing something for her self confidence. Brazenly, Dara had an idea. In the drawer of her desk were pictures from the last time she and her sister Jenny went to Palm Beach. Somewhere she remembered Jenny snapping a picture of her in a swimsuit. She was right. The suit was an old yellow and black Bodyglove one-piece she had since her freshman year in college, and even then she remembered it to have been second-handed. The suit wasn't especially sexy, but it did give her a bustline that looked on the verge of spilling into a 36DD. 

She held the photo in her hand for a few moments debating just how smart a thing it was to put something possibly 'racey' on the internet. The chances of anyone she knew seeing it were pretty slim...

As Dara scanned the image into her computer, she had an even more brazen idea. Maybe it was the small rush of self-confidence looking at all the other women who had put really tame pictures on the net, or maybe it was the restlessness she felt between her legs... Dara didn't think the swimsuit picture would be appropriate for the site. Everything was so tame, and everyone was so bland. Outranking them wouldn't be very much fun, especially if she didn't score as high as the crooked-smiling blonde girl. 

She tried to remember the website Billy Miles mentioned in his note. Dara typed in the address. Unlike the pastels of the previous site, this new website had a black background with red headline fonts and white text. Dara was surprised by how bare it looked. The site title was scrawled across the top of the page at an angle: Hottie or Not. Beneath the title an image slowly loaded of a puckering blonde woman wearing a red midrift that barely covered her over-sized breasts. Her top read 'Hottie.' 

Well, Dara thought, if she could compete with women that looked like that, not even Billy Miles could make fun of her. She looked for the submission instructions. They were as brief as the site design. The instructions read, 'to submit a picture for the ranking use the FTP option below Ginger on the main page. Please no porn stars, models, or pics swiped illegally. Authentic classy ladies only.'

It seemed simple enough. With a quick browse of her desktop, and a click of the upload button, the screen changed to a brief 'thank you for your submission' screen. Dara was ready to log off the internet when she noticed the little 'e' in the top of her browser was still turning. There was more of the site to load. After a few moments the thank you screen was replaced by a blank black screen. Dara guessed there were a lot of images to load. Maybe she would get a chance to see the competition.

Something cold ran through Dara's body as she watched the first image load. It was nother blonde woman, her hair stringy and wet against her scalp. Droplets of water hung from her pouting lips. As more of the image loaded, she was topless. Her breasts were huge. Dara guessed at least 40EE. Watching the first image load, Dara sat fearful of what she had gotten herself into. 

Soon the whole image loaded, and another. Both were of very large-chested women. Both women's public hair was shaved, their faces made up with so much make up, they were both so slutty and erotic. They faced opposite each other, around the Hottie or not logo which now featured two brunette women eating out each other in a 69 position. Dara's stomach grew light. She felt almost dizzy as the image text appeared. 

'Hey guys!' She read, all her horny urges spilling away. 'Welcome to the web's greatest girlfriend post and vote site. Each week we take your submissions and vote on which of you have a girlfriend who is TRULY a hottie. If your girl wins, we'll photo manipulate her image and put her in steamy sex pics with today's hottest porn stars. See your girl fucked by another man, fucked by a group of men, going girl-girl, doing one guy and a girl, or even in the middle of a hot orgy.' 

Dara covered her face and was ready to cry as this week's winner, Laurie from Sacramento, California appeared on screen. Her simple snapshot of her beside her boyfriend was turned into Laurie naked, her lips fuller, her hips wider, and her breasts at least two cup sizes larger than real life, riding atop the cock of a well-muscled Latino. Laurie's next picture had a smile on her face as she held in each hand the erect cocks of two black men while an Asian woman knelt between her outspread legs.

Dara collapsed onto her keyboard, sobbing.

To Be Continued...

Dara's Favorite Website Ch. 2



 (Just a note. All characters in this story are at least 18 years old.)

--Central City

Mark Leoni sat in his office and sighed. Alone in the dark back room of the Fox's Den Gentleman's Club he could worry. Ten years of being better than the other guy had kept Mark at the top of Central City's adult entertainment industry. No club in town could compare to his achievement with the Den. Forty luscious girls dancing seven days a week, jello or mud wrestling every Friday night, porn stars dancing at least twice a month, and an amateur night every month. It was success, but with success came a dozen other guys always trying to take it away. 

Mark ran his fingers through his hair. Speckles of gray spread up from his temples into his thick brown hair, thin lines circled his eyes. He felt old. The clubs down Leyton Boulevard were younger, racier. The girls there danced nude and a few of the club owners insisted their girls be available for special guests. Mark knew what went on in the back rooms of those clubs. Down the street dancing was second to sex. 

Unzipping his slacks, Mark tapped his computer keyboard. As his monitor turned from black to an open internet browser, he thought of his most recent venture. While the Fox’s Den website was tame with dancefloor webcams and pictorials of his girls, this new site was anything but tame. 

Hottie-or-not.com had started five months ago as a hobby, something to keep Mark’s mind off business during the slower nights at the club. It had quickly become an obsession not only for him but also for over 1,000 registered members. If voting for which of the submitted ladies was the hottest of the week was fun, photo manipulating the winner’s head onto porn star bodies was absolutely erotic. 

Mark had needed an extra box of tissues in his office. He couldn’t count the number of times he stopped his work in Photoshop to wrench his erect cock out of his pants. He knew the bodies were Chloe Vervier, Asia Carrera or Pandora Peaks, but with the heads of sweet young girlfriends superimposed, they became entirely different people. The thought of a young Iowa prom queen becoming a slut, sucking off a well-muscled latino while an older guy thrust his thick cock into her dripping wet pussy was amazing stress relief. 

The site’s newest winner however, was simply amazing. Michael had taken her picture home with him the previous night. He had cum twice, quickly both times. Tonight he had convinced himself he could do wonderful things with her. But his hand shook so much and his rigid cock strained against his jeans. He couldn’t even think past the need to pull his cock from his pants, run his fingers around the 8 inch shaft, pinch its head wet with precum between his thumb and index finger, and then begin to work his sweaty palm up and down the length of the shaft slowly at first. And all the while she would look at him, smiling. Her green eyes blazed in the summer sun. Her thick lips were open in a broad smile spread over her perfectly sculpted face, strands of her shoulder-length blonde hair blowing over her left cheek. And her body… Framed by ocean waves in the background, her voluptuous breasts were ready to spill from her one-piece swimsuit. 

Mark stroked his cock faster, his eyes locked on her round, full breasts. Her nipples were visible as they pressed against the thin lycra of the suit. He imagined her stepping out of the ocean like Aphrodite from the waves, her skin glistening, droplets of seawater in her hair, her pouting lips sucking in a cool sea breeze. As his hand moved faster and faster over the taught flesh of his cock he asked the screen aloud, “Who are you Dara?”

--Middleburg

Dara sat in her empty classroom staring at her gray cotton tee. She had worn it for the last two Middleburg High Faculty-Student field days, but this time it was different. She breathed in, watching the swell of her breasts push against the thin fabric. The tee barely hung down to her belly button, leaving two or three inches of skin showing above her white shorts. The shorts were from her intramural field hockey team in college and had been through the wash more than a few times. Despite the way her hips pushed tight against the shorts causing them to ride up higher over her long tan thighs, Dara still teased herself about being Xena, Warrior Princess on the playing field while wearing them. 

Now she wondered if she was kidding herself more than she imagined. For the last two years she wore the same outfit for field day, and every year the boys picked her over all the other women teachers to be on their side of the boys-girls flag football game. She didn’t think this year would be any different. The boys would pick her again, whistle and cat-call, and not because of her Xena-like moves in the game. They’d pick her because she was dressed like a slut.

Dara closed her eyes and pushed the thought from her head. She wasn’t a slut and she wasn’t dressed like one either. The other teachers, if not the principal would have said something if her clothes weren’t appropriate. If anything, someone needed to let Barry Horowitz in the history department know that tight Magnum P.I. shorts went out in the Eighties, at least among men who couldn’t fill them out. The thought brought a smile to her lips.

She smiled again unfolding yesterday’s copy of the Middleburg Tribune. Pulling section C from the thin daily, she dropped the rest of the paper in the wastebasket next to her desk. She took a pair of orange-handled scissors from the ‘hug me’ coffee mug on the other side of her desk calendar and pursed her lips. Dara couldn’t remember the reporter’s name, but he had taken a great photo of her classroom for a series on the district’s fresh young teachers. It seemed there were so many people her age teaching the paper didn’t need to make Dara seem so special. She knew of six other teachers younger than thirty just at Middleburg High, and there was her friend Julie at Forest Heights Junior High, and Mark and Cindy at Suncrest Elementary. However, she was flattered to be in the paper. After field day was over, she would have to make copies of the article to send home and maybe send one to Dr. Green from college. 

Stuffing the clipping into her teacher’s edition algebra book, Dara pushed her chair away from the desk and crossed the room. It was ten minutes before the afternoon’s events started with a teacher-student tug-of-war, and she needed to pee. There was a girl’s bathroom in the gym, by the locker rooms, on her way to the athletic field behind the school.

The halls of Middleburg High were empty as Dara took the stairs in a hurry and went down the hallway beside the library. Most of the students spent their lunch breaks on field day outside picnicking, and she suspected a few of the seniors snuck off campus to Burger King or Taco Bell. The faculty lounge, at the other end of the hall from the library, was full of loud voices and laughter. As she went past, Dara waved without checking to see who might be looking. She didn’t feel like gossiping today. As soon as the last bell rang, she swore to herself she was going straight home to change into jogging pants and a sweatshirt and never change out of them, ever.

Stepping into the gym, Dara checked her watch and pushed open the bathroom door. Built in the 1940s, the school didn’t originally have a girl’s locker room, or a girl’s bathroom in the gym. She suspected back then girls were expected to sew or cook while the boys played baseball or ran the track. Back then teachers probably didn’t wear short-shorts and a midriff either, she reminded herself caustically. 

Dara paused. There were voices in the bathroom, but she couldn’t see anyone. All four of the ceiling-high gray stalls were empty. She listened and heard what sounded like someone hurting herself on the other side of the bathroom wall. With every slow step she took toward the end of the row of stalls, there was a grunt and heavy breathing. At the end of the row, a doorframe was set in the wall beyond the last stall. Without a door, Dara could see in to the girl’s locker room. She still couldn’t see anyone and hoped no one was hurt.

As she took a step past the last stall, a girl’s shrill excited voice cried, “Oh yeah! Come on baby. Give me all of that cock.”

Part of Dara’s mind knew what was happening. The grunts and heavy breathing were definitely not anyone in pain. Probably two students decided to spend their lunch hour doing something other than picnicking. Dara didn’t want to get anyone in trouble today. She thought it best to quietly leave and find another bathroom. But the part of her mind controlling her legs didn’t listen. Instead she walked straight to the doorframe. 

Dara’s mouth opened. The cool rush of air helped stop her from gasping. She reached out to grab the doorframe to keep her knees from collapsing. The edges of her vision blurred, but she could clearly see the biggest cock she ever imagined possible for a high school senior. Joey Markus, the school’s all-state running back sat naked on a bench, his dark brown legs spread, his thick fingers wrapped around the shaft of his black 9 inch cock. On all fours on the floor before him, Jessica Daltry moaned in anticipation. The petite redhead was hardly out of her band uniform. Her skirt and panties were crumpled on the floor under the bench, exposing her small but full ass to Joey. Her band jacket and vest were undone giving Dara full view of her breasts.

She was facing Dara, but her eyes were closed as she said, “Come on. Fuck my ass. It was so good last night.”

Joey smiled. Without a word he slid to his knees. The head of his thick cock swept up along Jessica’s shaved pussy as he grabbed her ass, pushing her cheeks apart. Sliding his hands up to her hips, he pushed the head of his cock into her. She gasped. He began to thrust into her, his hands pulling her back onto his cock. Slowly her gasps of pleasure came with each thrust. Reaching back with her left hand to finger her pussy, Jessica opened her eyes.

Dara’s pussy was on fire. Her clit burned the same way it had when she submitted her picture to the hottie-or-not.com website. Watching Joey’s adult hands grab the redhead’s ass, thrusting his more-than-adult cock deep into her ass, Dara’s free hand slid under the waste band of her shorts, under her moist cotton panties. Her fingers danced around the burning edges of her pussy watching Jessica begin to finger her own pussy. Slow waves of electric pressure began to build around her clit. With each thrust Joey made into Jessica, Dara’s fingers pushed deeper into her own pussy.

When Jessica’s eyes snapped open, locking with Dara’s wanting stare, neither woman stopped pleasuring themselves. Jessica smiled and her eyes drifted slowly down Dara’s body, lingering on the hand in Dara’s shorts. Part of Dara wanted to scream, to run away and leave the school, leave everybody and go far away. Watching the two students fuck was wrong. Getting more aroused by another woman watching her masturbate was horrible. It was erotic. Dara felt herself cumming under Jessica’s stare. 

The young redhead brought her hand up from her pussy and slowly ran her wet index finger over her lips. Her tongue swirled around her finger nail. Wagging her finger to Dara, she mouthed the words “come here.” 

It was enough to rock Dara out of her lust. Her mind was screaming so loudly, so wildly she fled the girl’s bathroom, her hand still entangled in her panties. Her steps pounded on the gym floor echoing behind her as she ran into the faculty parking lot. Pulling her car keys from her back shorts pocket, Dara didn’t know how many times she pushed the remote unlock button as she ran her right arm hard into the sideview mirror of a Toyota. Finding her Mustang she pulled the door open and fell into the bucket seat. Closing her eyes she slumped against the steering wheel and hoped the world would all go away.

***

“Girl, you left a lot of disappointed boys at the start of the flag football game.” The voice on the other end of the phone was kind, but just a little teasing. “But I understand though. Before I had Michael and little Ashley, I’d get cramps like you wouldn’t believe.”

In bed, Dara pulled her down comforter up tighter against her shoulders and pushed up harder against the pillows stacked behind her. “Thanks Julie,” she said, cradling her cordless phone on her shoulder.

“Well, you get a good night’s sleep and I’ll see you first thing Monday morning. You’re still available to car pool to that math teachers workshop in Central City...”

“Yeah, I should survive the weekend,” Dara said, pinching her eyes closed and exhaling. “See you Monday.”

“Bye girl.”

Dara clicked the off button and let the phone drop onto the bed. Reaching over to the nightstand she switched off the lamp. With her eyes closed, she hoped for a good night’s sleep. Just one night without all the erotic dreams would be good...

... He pulled her tee up, letting her breasts free of the tight cotton. Beefy hands held her breasts, fingertips toying with her erect nipples. His arms smelled of cocoa butter and sweat, and all around was the smell of sex. Dara closed her eyes and moaned as the smooth black flesh of his pectorals pushed against her shoulder blades, his warm breath falling on the nape of her neck. He was taking her anally. His thick cock swelled to a full 10 inches, its head pushing inside her. 

She needed more. The lips of her pussy were soaking; her whole body was on fire. For all his rugged manhood, the dark stranger taking her by the pool was not enough. She snapped her eyes open. Her sea-green pupils blazed with desire. She wanted more, she wanted satisfaction, she wanted to be filled again and again. Her eyes danced over a woman watching her being taken by the black man. Lust seeped from the woman. Long red hair fell in waves over her shoulders and down to the middle of her back. Her lips were crimson and her eyes were deep blue. Her hands held her full, round breasts to her mouth as her tongue swirled around one nipple and then the other. 

Dara could see the dampness between her legs, she knew the want in the woman’s eyes. Her own eyes narrowed. She mouthed the words ‘come here.’ Within moments the fire of anticipation melted as the red head thrust her tongue into Dara’s mouth. Behind her the black man pumped his cock deeper inside. Her own hand met the red head’s hand as their fingers pushed between the wide lips of her pussy. Dara came with the woman’s full breasts pushing against her own, and as the waves of the first orgasm began to fade she was overcome by a second, and a third...

-- Central City

Mark Leoni always had a deep appreciation for watching lesbian sex. From his office he watched through the stage level one-way mirror. The show Skye and Raina were putting on was absolutely heavenly. Young and athletic with short blonde hair and 36D breasts Mark had paid for himself five months ago, Skye was quickly becoming his favorite dancer. As the only true bi-sexual girl on his dancefloors, there was something about her girl-girl shows that never failed to give him an instant hard-on. All the girls were required to do girl-girl shows each week, but Skye was so damned authentic it hurt Mark’s balls watching her. 

Now with Raina her hands moved in expert circles caressing the lantina’s breasts. Her tongue darted over the other woman’s nipples, as she rubbed her red g-string panties up and down against Raina’s pussy in time with the music’s beat. 

“Damn,” Mark said as he looked away from the stage. He really appreciated Skye. And in the last day or so, he really began to appreciate Fate. Fate had brought him a copy of a small neighboring town’s newspaper after some customer had left it on a table come closing time. Fate had made him flip through its pages rather than throw it out. And there, smiling at him from the front of Section C was the answer to his wildest fantasies. 

He clipped the photo and was waiting for his computer to finish scanning it. “A school teacher huh?” he said, studying how her luscious body was ready to burst through her confining skirt and blouse. “Kinky.”

TBC