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Kelsey

By: Midnight_Man



I teach history at a community college in a small Midwestern town. Most of my students are freshmen and eager to learn. I've been teaching for about five years, and I pride myself in being a good instructor. I keep the classes interesting and try not to overwhelm my students with boring lectures and tons of homework. I also present myself in a professional manner, never socializing with students. However, I maintain an open door policy and students are free to see me outside of the classroom should they feel the need to do so. 

One student in particular Kelsey Blair, has been to my office on a few occasions seeking additional information regarding lectures or assignments. She is not only a lovely girl with an outgoing personality, but an A student as well. She is also what I would consider hot and sophisticated for eighteen. On this particular day Kelsey came popping into class more bubbly than usual. She also took a seat in the back of the room, which she normally doesn't do. I lectured for about fifteen minutes and then assigned a short essay that I hoped would consume the remainder of the class. After all, it was Friday and just like the students I was tired and ready for the week to be over. 

As I glanced around the room I could see Kelsey very clearly. And from my vantage point I could see a glimpse of her white panties peeking out as she slowly fanned her legs. She was a cute little thing, about five eight, long silky legs and a very shapely ass. As I continued to watch I noticed her right hand had moved down between her legs, slowly gliding up and down her inner thigh. Trying not to be obvious, I moved away from my desk at the front of the classroom over to the opposite corner to get a closer look at this sweet young girl. As I continued to steal inconspicuous glances, what I saw next almost took my breath away.

Spreading her legs slightly wider, the fingers on Kelsey's right hand had worked their way under the leg band of her panties. It was difficult to tell exactly what she was doing from where I was standing but the look on her face said it all. 

Probably without even realizing it, Kelsey had now tilted her head back, closed her eyes and was silently mouthing "ooh" with her sultry lips as her fingers continued their magical journey. Beads of sweat began to form on my forehead as the rest of the class seemed oblivious to what was going on. Jesus, could I be the only one who could see what she was doing? I guess they were all so busy with the essay I had assigned to even notice her. 

Then something happened that you pray will never happen. I was staring so intensely at Kelsey's hand massaging her precious little cunt I didn't notice she had opened her eyes. She caught me like a deer in headlights. For a brief moment I saw my entire teaching career flash before my eyes. I could see the headlines in the local paper - Teacher fired for molesting young college student.

But to my relief, Kelsey never broke her stride as she flashed a sexy smile my way and ever so slowly pulled the white panties over her hips and down her legs, and quickly over her black pumps. Bending slightly, she dropped the panties in her purse and then resumed stroking her sweet little pussy. 

With her legs now spread a little wider and the panties out of the way I could see her fingers slowly plunging in and out of her sweet love tunnel. I could also see glimpses of her black pubic hair. I have to tell you at this point it was all I could do to keep from racing across the room and falling between this young woman's legs and tonguing her for all I was worth! My cock was beginning to swell and my balls were beginning to ache. And just as suddenly as this began, the bell range bringing it all to a screeching halt. 

Immediately the class began to shuffle toward the front of the room to place their essays on my desk. Soon everyone was gone but Kelsey. 

Flashing me with a glimpse of her sweet little cunt one last time, she slowly rose from her desk and sauntered toward me. With a very sexy smile she reached into her purse and pulled out the white panties and placed them in my right hand. Purposely, she leaned into me pressing her firm, pointy breasts against my chest. Then she brushed the fingertips of her right hand across my lips intoxicating me with her sweet heavenly scent. And while I was still trying to come to my senses, she whispered softly in my ear, "I hope you enjoyed the show, professor." Then she quickly turned around and zipped out the classroom door.

Kelsey and Crystal



Kelsey was looking forward to the weekend camping trip with her girlfriend, Crystal. It was to be just them, one tent, cooking over a fire, swimming and hiking. A nice break.

She drove to Crystal's house with her car packed with all the camping stuff. Crystal was contributing the food and the drink – her parents were gone for the weekend and she was able to secure beer and vodka.

"Hey, girl," Kelsey said jumping out of the car to greet her friend. "Don't you look hot!" It was true. Crystal, blond hair and blue eyes, about 5' 7" with a firm body and big boobs, was wearing cut-off shorts and a bikini top. Her cleavage was spilling out nicely. She was tanned. 

"Thank you, sweetie, you're not bad yourself." Kelsey smiled but she knew she wasn't in Crystal's league. Kelsey was shorter, chubbier, with dark hair and brown eyes. She wore a plain blue tank-top and black shorts. It didn't even matter – all eyes would be on Crystal no matter what.

The girls got the food together and packed it into the car along with the liquor. Before hitting the road, they decided to have one beer. They both felt so rebellious drinking alcohol in Crystal's house. It was a two hour drive to the national forest where the campground was located so after the beer, some talk about boys, they decided to hit the road.

It wasn't long before they were on the interstate heading away from civilization.

"You know what I feel like doing?" Crystal asked Kelsey.

"No what?"

"Taking off my top! Let's do it." Kelsey wasn't so sure about that, but as she was considering it, Crystal was reaching behind her back and undoing her bikini top. Kelsey glanced over to see her big boobs spilling out. Crystal rubbed them, running her hands under their girth and ended up pulling her own nipples.

"Whee! That feels good! So free! You have to do it, too."

Crystal leaned over and began tugging at Kelsey's tank-top. Kelsey was a little annoyed but adjusted herself to make it easier for Crystal to get it off. Kelsey felt prudish because she had a sports bra underneath it, which Crystal easily removed. Then Kelsey was surprised when Crystal began feeling her boobs, tenderly at first and then a little rougher, pinching her nipples, which were now very stiff.

"Hey, Crystal, what's up?!" Kelsey asked, half-scolding her friend.

"Oh, come on. What's the big deal. We're best friends aren't we?"

"Yes – no big deal, girlfriend." Kelsey looked quickly at Crystal and smiled, catching a quick glimpse of her friend's large tits. Despite their size, the areola's were small and tight, dark, the nipples small and sharp. In a word, perfect. Kelsey's own tits were a nice size, with big pale areola and flat stubby nipples.

Kelsey was cruising along at 75 MPH when they girls saw a big rig up ahead.

"Let's have some fun with this driver," Crystal said.

"Crystal... don't you think that's a little dangerous?"

"No, it'll be fun... now catch up to him and cruise alongside."

Kelsey did as she was told and kept the car steady next to the cab of the big rig. She glanced over the see Crystal arching her back as she massaged her big tits. Bringing one than the other to her lips, she licked her own nipples repeatedly. Kelsey could feel herself grown hornier just watching her friend. 

"What's he doing?" Kelsey asked, because from her angle she couldn't see the driver's reaction.

"He's trying not to run off the road. Also looks like he's stroking himself." Crystal laughed and kept right on rubbing her tits.

It was then that Kelsey looked down and saw the gas light come on.

"Oh, shit. We're almost out of gas!"

Crystal never took her attention away from pleasing the truck driver. "Just stop at the next station, what's the big deal?"

"What if he stops, too?"

Crystal looked over at Kelsey. "Then speed up."

Kelsey gunned it and passed the truck and looked in the rear view mirror to see it fade in the distance. Up ahead she saw the sign for a gas station and took the exit.

At the gas station, Kelsey pulled in and stopped. She began putting on her top but saw Crystal wasn't.

"Still going topless?"

Crystal had a devilish grin on her face.

"Why not, Kelse? I bet the clerk is pretty bored working way out here all by himself."

Kelsey noticed they were the only customers at the moment – but that could change, of course. Crystal didn't give it a second thought. She got out of the car when Kelsey pulled up to the pump and bounded into the store giggling and waving back at her friend. Kelsey started pumping the gas.

Once Crystal was through the door she made a quick right down the first aisle and to the back of the store where the beer cooler was. The clerk, a small, wiry man in his late-50's hardly looked up from his magazine. He had faded tattoos on his arms, longish salt-and-pepper hair and a moustache. His skin was a bit weather-beaten and tan. Crystal pulled two 16-ounce cans from the cooler and made her way to the counter. The clerk finally looked up and noticed the stunning blond with the big, young tits standing in front of him.

"Well aren't you the best thing that's happened to me all week," he said straightening himself up to ring her purchases. His eyes barely left her tits.

"Like what you see, grandpa?"

"Oh, you bet I do, young lady. But I need to see an I.D."

Crystal completely ignored he request.

"Wanna feel them?" Crystal used her hands to lift her tits in his direction.

"That's a dumb question." The clerk stopped messing with the beer and turned to Crystal. She removed her hands and jutted her chest toward him. He took her soft young tits in his rough hands and kneaded them, pinching the nipples, licking his lips; his eyes getting wild. Crystal looked out the glass door and could see Kelsey still pumping gas.

"I bet that ol' shriveled cock of yours is hard now, huh grandpa?" Crystal loved teasing the old man, and loved the feel of strange hands on her tits. She was incredibly wet now.

"You got that right, missy."

"Let me help you, Ok?" Crystal walked around the back of the counter and kneeled before the clerk. Quickly she unbuttoned his pants, unzipped his fly and drew his cock from his boxer shorts. It did look a little shriveled, but was long and thin, the pubic hair a salt-and-pepper like the man's hair.

"You do what you need to do, sweetie."

Crystal took the old cock in her mouth, swallowing it whole before pulling her lips back and massaging the head. She looked up and saw the clerk staring at her intently, struggling to keep his eyes from closing due to the intense pleasure of her blow-job. She reached up and felt the old man's balls, they were shriveled and hung very low. Crystal felt herself getting turned-on by his musky scent and the realization of what a purely slutty thing she was doing.

The cock was growing larger in her mouth, but it wasn't huge. Still she felt like the old man couldn't go much longer. At that moment, she felt her hair pulled tightly and her head yanked back. The clerk had grabbed her hair and pulled her mouth off his cock. He was now jerking his dick furiously and before Crystal could move thick gobs of cum were splashing over her face.

"How do you like my cum, bitch?" He was crazed in the moment. Crystal tried to wipe the cum away but he jerked her head and his shrinking cock was now back in her mouth. She could taste the saltiness of him and cleaned him up as best she could before he let go of her hair and she stood up. He began to buckle his pants again. When he was done he reached out and twisted her nipple, hard. She winced.

"Not bad for an old man, huh?"

Crystal quickly made her way around the counter and out the front door of the store. She could hear the old man laughing as she left.

Kelsey was in the car when Crystal jumped in the passenger's side. She could see her friend was covered in cum.

"Crystal, what did you do?"

"I felt bad for him – so I gave him a blow job. Then the bastard spunked all over me. Here... taste." Crystal rubbed some sperm onto Kelsey's lips as she started the car.

Kelsey shrieked.

"Ewww... are you serious?!"

"It's actually not bad."

As Kelsey drove away from the gas station, Crystal massaged the remaining sperm into her tits, leaving a sheen that soon disappeared.

The campground wasn't much further down the highway and the girls made it before dark. Kelsey had already slipped a t-shirt back on and now Crystal did the same before checking in at the ranger station at the entrance to the campground. The ranger was an older man, probably in his 60's and also served as the camp host.

"You gals picked a good time to come. This early in the season there's not too many campers out yet. Because of that we put most folks in one loop until it fills up. I got you in the C loop. Only one other spot taken in that loop so it should be nice and quiet. I'll come check on ya' this evening when I do my rounds."

Kelsey thanked him and drove off slowly.

"I'm glad there's not a lot of people around," Crystal said. "That means we can do some skinny dipping."

"Is that all you think about?"

Crystal paused for a moment. "Ummm... yeah!"

It was a short drive to the loop, which was a nice one, not far from the lake and secluded by tall pines. As Kelsey slowly drove through the camp sites looking for theirs, the girls noticed a groups of trucks, three or four, parked at one of the sites that turned out to be adjacent to theirs. As Kelsey cleared the trucks the girls peered to see who they belonged to.

"God, I hope they're hot!" Crystal said in a low voice, straining to catch a glimpse of anybody at the campsite.

"Why, you gonna go over there and offer yourself to them?" Kelsey laughed.

"Maybe..."

The girls both broke out in laughter.

Seeing no one, Kelsey continued on to their spot and backed her SUV into the parking space. The first thing they did was get the small, two-person tent set up, then the cooking stuff. Since they didn't bring a stove, they began building a campfire.

"Kelse, I don't see the firewood back here," Crystal said, fumbling through all the stuff in the back of the SUV.

"That might be the one thing I forgot."

"Great – now what?"

"I need to use the bathroom – can you go back to the ranger dude and get some. I thought I saw some stacked nearby."

It was the last thing Crystal wanted to do – but she was hungry and it was sure to get chilly soon so she jumped back in the SUV and headed back to the front gate. As Crystal pulled up she noticed a sign on the window – the ranger had gone back to his campsite in Loop A. Damn, Crystal thought to herself. She pulled the SUV around and headed to Loop A, looking for the camp host site. It wasn't hard to find. The ranger lived in a long RV with a canopy out front and a little golf cart with mops and brooms in a tall bucket attached to the back of it. The lights were on in the trailer so Crystal parked the SUV, got out and walked up to the trailer door. She rapped on the screen door and heard some rustling inside. Then a voice, it was the ranger.

"Come on in, it ain't locked."

Crystal was a little leery about going in but did any way. "Hello. It's me from earlier."

Just as she got to the top step of the trailer she saw the ranger near the back, which she assumed was where the bedroom was. He was only dressed in a t-shirt and sweat shorts, but he still had his dark socks on.

"Oh, hi. Yeah, uh, come in. I was just changing into my night clothes. Hate wearing that uniform all day, like to get comfortable when I can."

"No problem, sir. It's just that we forgot our firewood and I wanted to see if we could get some from you?"

"I guess it's already a bit chilly out there, eh?"

Crystal at first wasn't sure why he said that, then she realized her nipples were jutting out beneath the flimsy material of her own t-shirt. She thought about covering up, but instead clasped her hands behind her back, making her large boobs stick out just a little bit more. The ranger did not let this go unnoticed.

"A lot of people think when it gets chilly they got to put on layers and layers of clothing. But you know what? When you get in your sleeping bag tonight, do it naked. You'll never be warmer."

Crystal giggled at the remark. She liked him. He was kindly and the fact that he thought she was sexy and worth noticing made her feel good about herself and her body.

"Really. Naked makes you warmer?"

"Yes, yes it do. And I'm not just saying that 'cause I'm a dirty old man or nothing."

"Are you?" Crystal asked, playfully.

"Am I what?"

"A dirty old man."

Crystal looked down and saw the bulge in his shorts getting bigger.

"I guess no dirtier than the rest."

"Do you have a shower in here?"

"Yep, right back here."

"Mind if I use it?"

Crystal didn't wait for an answer. She began walking toward the old man and removed her t-shirt as she passed him. She opened the shower door and turned on the water, then turned to him and slipped her shorts off and her sandals. The ranger was watching her intently, his hand gently rubbing the bulge in his shorts. His eyes ogled her firm young breasts and her nearly hairless pussy. Crystal massaged her tits and pinched her nipples, giving him a good show before slipping into the warm shower and closing the door behind her. As she soaped up she heard more movement in the trailer, the door closing and locking, cabinets opening and closing. She thought to herself the old man must be getting out candles and wine for his big night. She laughed to herself and wondered what she would allow him to do – if anything. But then she remembered she did need wood so maybe jacking him off was in order. Besides, she wanted to get back to Kelsey. Still, he was a handsome man for his age, not like that filthy clerk at the gas station. Crystal began rubbing herself as she thought about what the ranger looked like naked: Maybe silver chest hair, a little paunch but he looked in shape. And I bet he hasn't had something as hot as me in years, Crystal thought to herself.

She felt sufficiently horny and turned the shower water off.

"Do you have a towel for me, Mr. Ranger, sir?"

As Crystal stepped out of the shower a strong hand firmly grasped her wrist and she was flung through the trailer to the bed in back. The ranger followed closely and as she fell spread-eagled on the mattress he was right behind her.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Crystal yelled at him, but he didn't answer. In his hands were pieces of rope and he set to tying her wrists to metal bars on opposite sides of the bed. Once this was done, despite Crystal's struggles, he moved to her ankles and tied them similarly to bars at the foot of the bed. Crystal was now displayed before him, arms and legs spread exposing her young body fully.

"That's much better," the ranger said. "You seemed like a little tease, known teases like you all my life. No more teasing."

"Let me go or I'll scream!"

"Did you notice there are no other campers in this loop? No one will hear you. And if you do scream, I'll just have to put a gag in your mouth."

Crystal didn't want that. Besides, she thought, he doesn't seem like the serial killer type so maybe if he gets what he needs he'll let me go.

"Don't worry, sir. I won't scream."

The ranger smiled at her. "That's better, my little slut. And call me daddy, OK?"

Crystal thought the request was strange, but in a sense it turned her on even more.

"Yes, daddy."

Kelsey had most of the camp set-up and was beginning to fume about Crystal not coming back sooner with the fire wood. She didn't suspect anything could be wrong, it was just taking longer than expected.

Kelsey thought a shower might be in order so she gathered her things and walked the short distance to the camp showers. They were typical – two stalls, spider webs and other insects but the water was relatively warm and the pressure was just right. Kelsey stripped and got under the stream. She took her bar of soap from the baggie she brought it in and began soaping her body. As she did, she reflected on the day: The topless drive, Crystal giving the truck driver a show and then a blow-job to the geezer at the gas station. She looked down and saw her nipples harden and moved her soapy hands to her sex. It felt good to touch her clit. Though she had never told Crystal, she secretly desired her friend and hoped this camping trip might spark something. She was sure Crystal would be up for it.

Kelsey was lost for a moment massaging her clit when she heard male voices outside the showers. She stopped rubbing herself and listened but couldn't make out what was being said. She turned off the water and grabbed her towel, drying her naked body. She then wrapped the towel around herself and stepped into her sandals and slowly made her way out of the little hut that held the showers.

The guys had taken a gamble that the woman using the shower was not some grandmother, or another guy for that matter. When Kelsey walked out in her towel, which was a little smaller than she had hoped, she froze when she saw the four young men standing before her. They looked like hillbillies in overalls and unkempt facial hair. All had a tattoo of some sort on their bare arms.

The tall one spoke first. "Well, hello, little lady. What are you doing out here all by your lonesome?"

Kelsey wanted to just push right past them and head to her car and lock the door. Then she remembered Crystal had the SUV to get wood.

Frightened, she tried to brush them off. "Hi, guys, I'm meeting my friend. My boyfriend. He's getting some wood."

As Kelsey tried to walk by another young man, who looked Hispanic, stepped in front of her. "We can walk you back to your campsite, darlin'. I'm sure your boyfriend would appreciate that."

"No, no... I'm fine, really."

Kelsey again attempted to walk away but this time she was scooped up by the group and carried kicking and screaming to their campsite. Someone put a hand over her mouth and muffled her screams but she continued and as she kicked and struggled her towel fell away and she was naked in their hands.

The ranger, whose name was Hank, had stripped down and stood nude before his tied captive. Crystal's eyes fell to the older man's cock, which was large and cut with a strong set of balls. It could have been the cock of a 20 year old.

"What are you going to do to me, daddy?" Crystal asked playfully, any fear she had was overtaken by lust.

"I'm going to have my way with you, my little slut."

With that the older man was on the bed, positioning himself at her smooth pussy. Using a finger, he played with her opening, spreading her lips, revealing her clitty, then inserting the finger into her. She was wet, soaked. Crystal watched intently as Hank fondled her pussy. She moved her hips to better get his finger deeper in her. She wanted that finger and that cock now. But he moved slow and took his time. Soon his tongue was licking her thigh, making its way to her pussy lips, as well. She felt the tip of it on her clit, then his lips tugging it gently. Her nipples stood so erect they almost hurt. She writhed in pleasure as he finally dove full bore onto her pussy with his mouth, hungrily eating her, penetrating her with his tongue and finger, sucking that clit until it was engorged and Crystal was on the brink of orgasm.

When Hank removed his finger from her pussy and quickly plunged it into her ass, Crystal came hard, gushing juices into the old man's mouth. Her body was dripping with sweat and shuddering with each wave of climax.

"Fuck me, daddy. Please fuck me with your hard cock."

"You want daddy's hard cock, bad, don't you my slut?"

"Oh, god, yes. Please. Put it in me..." 

Hank wasted little time moving up to put his cock head at her tight opening. Slowly he worked it in the full-length of his eight inches. Once he was all the way in, he began banging Crystal's pussy slowly and then harder. It wasn't long before they were jumping off the bed together with each thrust. Crystal yelled slutty things and lost herself in the pleasure of his cock. Suddenly he pulled out and positioned himself at her face.




Kelsey and Crystal



"Want daddy's cum, baby?"

"Yes, give it to me..."

Hank stroked his cock several times and tensed before shooting gobs of cum over Crystal's pretty face. She opened her mouth to accept it, she wanted all she could get.

Hank rubbed his spent cock over her face and put it in her mouth to get the last drops. She sucked at it greedily, straining her neck to swallow as much of his meat as she could.

"You are a little slut."

"Yes, I am."

"We'll see how much of one you are..."

Crystal wasn't sure what to think about that. Hank slipped back off the bed and put on a pair of pants and a sweatshirt and some tennis shoes.

"I have to go out for a bit. You'll be all-right there for a while. And remember, there's no one around so don't go shouting out or anything." He left and Crystal heard the door lock behind him. Now she was scared. When was he coming back? Slowly, she drifted off to sleep wondering what Kelsey must be thinking.

Back at the campsite, Kelsey found herself tied to the tall metal pole that most campers hung their lanterns from. She was naked save for her sandals, which were pumps. Her arms stretched above her, exposing her naked body plainly to the four guys who had abducted her.

"Let me go, please..." The guys just laughed and opened another round of beers.

"What should we do with her?" the short one asked.

"I don't know about you but I want to get me some of that pussy." It was the Hispanic guy. He approached Kelsey and stood in front of her. He reached out and played with her tits, pinching the already hard nipples. His hands kneaded her flesh roughly and she squirmed under his touch.

"Hey, come here and grab her legs." He motioned for the other guys to come over. Two of them each took one of Kelsey's legs and held it aloft, stretching her wide. The Hispanic one, his name was Augie, got on his knees in front of her and buried his mouth on her pussy. Kelsey let out a quick scream of pleasure and surprise as the strange boy's tongue worked her sex. Other hands grabbed her tits again and the fourth boy, the tall one, leaned in and kissed her mouth hard. It was an assault but her body didn't treat it like one. Her juices flowed freely and she felt an orgasm rising from the stimulation of her clit. A finger found her asshole and roughly made its way in, no lubrication. The owner began pounding her ass with his finger, while her nipples were sucked hard. Soon Augie stood up and slide his short, stubby cock into her drenched pussy. It slide in easily and he jack-hammered her uncaringly. The cold steel pole was hard against her back but she soon forgot about it as another orgasm overtook her senses. A gush of hot cum soon filled her and Augie stopped his banging of her.

"My turn." It was Jimmy, a stocky, fat-ass who was the epitome of hillbilly. He dropped his denim overalls and his cock was hard and at Kelsey's hole ready to go.

"Damn, Augie, you made her all sloppy. I might try the fresh hole." After a little adjustment Jimmy was working his cock into Kelsey's virgin ass.

"You are a damn 'Deliverance' fucker, ain't ye?" said Matty, the tall one.

"Damn right – except I prefer my pigs to be females."

Jimmy got his hard cock in Kelsey's ass and ponded her for about 30 seconds before he shot his load in her.

"Is that it, Jimmy-boy?" Matty said.

"She's a good fuck, what can I say?"

"Best you'll ever have," said Matty. "My turn."

Matty switched places with Jimmy and brought his long, thin cock up to Kelsey's pussy and slipped it in easily. Kelsey watched him as he held her ass with his hands and gyrated his hips, fucking her with long and steady strokes. Matty was the best looking of the bunch and Kelsey enjoyed his fucking most of all. She didn't close her eyes but watched him – and he returned the favor.

"Like that fucking, don't ye, sweetie?"

Kelsey looked at him and said "yes I do. Fuck me good, OK?" She was completely won over by the cock inside her and wanted the fucking to go on all night. Bobby, a big burley, hairy country boy awaited his turn and Kelsey figured his would be the biggest cock of the bunch.

Matty was close to cumming and held Kelsey close, kissing her deeply on the mouth and he tensed and shot load after load into her messy pussy. The cum was running down her naked thighs as he released her and she stood momentarily before Bobby stepped up for his turn. He took out his monster cock. Kelsey was right. It had to be more than 10 inches and thick.

Her pussy was so stretched and lubricated by now it was little trouble accommodating this beast. Bobby slid it in and went to work, pounding Kelsey hard with no pretense of affection. The others watched in amazement as Kelsey seemed like a toy doll in his grasp. She held onto the ropes that bound her wrists and tried to wrap her legs around the huge man-child. Shortly, another gush of cum was filling her and Bobby stepped back and let her stand on her own. If it wasn't for the ropes binding her, she would have crumpled to the ground. Cum oozed from her holes and down her legs. She was tired and felt like sleeping and she was unsure where things would head next. Then a voice perked her up.

"You boys look like you had a good time here." It was the park ranger. Kelsey recognized him and figured he would put an end to her assault.

"Yessir," said Matty. The boys were a bit unsure how to act but soon knew everything would be all-right. Hank walked over to where Kelsey hung by the ropes against the pole and reached out to fondle her tits. He pinched her nipples and Kelsey just stared at him, somewhat in anger, thinking he should be doing more to protect her.

"What are you doing you pervert?" Kelsey said, her anger growing.

"Looks like I'm feeling up your young titties," Hank responded. The boys laughed at the remark.

"We can take her to the shower and clean her up for you, sir, if you want a piece yourself," Augie said.

"Nope she's fine just like this. I like 'em dirty." Hank chuckled at his own joke, then turned to the boys. "I'm over on Loop A. I got a pretty little thing tied up in my trailer. She should be ready for a good fucking by now, horny little slut that she is. Why don't you fellas wander over and have at it?"

The boys wasted little time in heading over to Loop A, they didn't even bother dressing, just started off naked.

Kelsey felt sorry for her friend and the assault that was to come. Now she was looking at the old man who had stepped closer to her and reached a hand down to her pussy, his fingers probing inside.

"They really did a job on you, didn't they?"

"Is Crystal OK?"

"Oh, she's fine. Just gave a good fucking. She really wanted it – she'll have a great time with those boys. Like you will have with me."

Hank looked her up and down. "Mmmm, I like a girl with a little chunk on her." He removed his fingers from her pussy and examined them, sticky with the boys' cum.

"Do you like cum, sweetie?" Hank put his fingers up to Kelsey's lips, not expecting or even wanting an answer. "Suck 'em sweetie."

Kelsey did as she was told, leaning forward to get the fingers in her mouth and sucking the cum off of them. She looked at Hank as she did this. Kelsey had tasted cum on a few occasions, but she was still fairly innocent where sex was concerned. Hank dropped his pants and his cock was hard again. He lifted Kelsey's legs up and inserted his penis into her dripping sex. Kelsey closed her eyes as it slid in and she could feel it fill her, rubbing her clit as it slowly pistoned in and out of her. Her hands gripped the ropes and she held on for another orgasm.

The four boys found the trailer with no trouble and Matty was the first to go inside. Crystal was still sleeping, still tied spread-eagle on the bed. The four of them couldn't believe their luck. They climbed onto the bed with her and began hungrily running their hands over her body, her tits, her pussy. Crystal stirred awake and was momentarily shocked, forgetting where she was and what had happened to her.

"Who the hell are you guys?" she said, glancing at them with wild eyes.

Matty spoke up. "The old guy who lives here told us about you. Said you needed more fucking. Well, here we are."

Matty moved himself around so he was positioned between Crystal's legs. In an instant, he was inside her and Crystal's hips came up to meet his thrusts. She wanted it bad. As Matty fucked her, Augie moved up near her mouth and offered his cock to her. Crystal swallowed it, sucking it hard and with passion. Hank had not satisfied her enough. She wanted all these guys to fuck her over and over. And they would.

Eventually, after each of the guys had had her twice, they untied her and carried her back to the campsite. They found Hank asleep in a chair, with Kelsey still tied to the pole. She had fallen asleep, cum seeping from between her thighs. The boys untied Kelsey as well and took both girls to the shower and the cold water startled them awake. They held each other close and let the water wash over them. Someone handed Kelsey a bar of soap and she began washing her friend.

"Make sure you get her between the legs, too," Augie yelled, laughing.

Kelsey enjoyed being able to touch Crystal as never before. She soaped her tits first, and was aroused by the feel of them in her hands. Crystal's nipples grew hard, and the boys noticed and made comments about how they must be lovers. Kelsey wished, now more than ever. She let her fingers work the soap between Crystal's legs. Crystal obliged by leaning back against the shower wall, her palms pressed against the rough tile. Kelsey worked a finger, then two, inside her friend. With her other hand she massaged Crystal's hefty tits until Crystal began moaning loudly and shuddered to orgasm on Kelsey's fingers. Kelsey dropped to her knees and buried her face into Crystal's mound, licking at her sex and nibbling her clit. Her own hand dropped to her pussy and rubbed it furiously until she too climaxed.

"Looks like they're pretty good friends!" Jimmy said, laughing. And all the guys laughed with him.

When Kelsey was done, she raised up and kissed Crystal on the mouth, deeply. "I love you," she told her.

Crystal opened her eyes at the words and smiled back. "I know," she said.

For the rest of the weekend, Kelsey and Crystal remained naked, servicing both the boys and Hank repeatedly. The fun stopped when other campers began to arrive in greater numbers. During the weekend, the girls were allowed to sleep in Hank's trailer and use his shower. When it was time to leave, both girls were sore from the constant attention, but they promised not to wear any clothes for the drive home. Kelsey let Crystal drive so she could play with her friend's tits the whole way home. And that's what she did.



Kelsey Bottoms



"What a week," she thought to herself as she drove down Interstate 30. Getting away was the best medicine she thought as she brushed her cheek with the back of her hand wiping away a tear. "Give us some space, that's what we need." 

She had called her friend and told her she would be driving up for an overdue visit. She was not expected until tomorrow but she had to go, get away from the phone and think. She figured that one night in a Hotel room alone would be all right. So she started out on the four hour drive. 

Time slipped by after she had been on the road awhile. Her mind was elsewhere. 

She seen a sign that made mention of a detour ahead. She knew that was not where she wanted to be, in the middle of road repairs, so she took the first exit she came to. The sign read, " Kelsey Bottoms." 

As she turned off of the main road onto the tar road, she looked at her cell phone on the console and thought what a nice little route this was going to be. Tall trees shaded the road. Wild flowers splattering colors all along the roadside. 

Shay was so caught up in the scenery, she had not noticed the dark clouds forming ahead. They were some pretty intense thunderstorms with rolling clouds. You could see the hail and rain. She began to smell the approaching rain.

She was a little shocked at how fast this storm slipped up on her. She never liked driving in the rain, much less a storm like this that she had headed right into. 

The tall trees shaded the road normally but the black skies made the headlights necessary. She cut her Kenny Chesney CD off to allow her to concentrate more on the roads and she began to slow down. She knew how easy it was for her Mustang to hydroplane. Her speed had dropped to 35 miles per hour as she approached a curve. The rains were pouring and her windshield wipers were not able to do their job... 

~o~ 

The smell of coffee filled her nostrils as she opened her eyes. A few blinks to focus her eyes. Her mind was racing. There was a fire along one wall of this old place. Smelled musty and was lit only by the glowing fireplace and an oil lamp in the center of a table. The windows were boarded up on the inside. There were two old chairs by the fireplace. She recognized the clothes draped over them and along the hearth. She reached for her head as she sat up in the bed grabbing the old quilt that was on her. Her long blonde hair was wet. She felt a knot on her forehead that explained the confusion. She could her the wind howling and the rain beating down on the tin roof. There was a drip from the ceiling in the corner hitting a wooden table. 

The old door flew open and she squinted her eyes to focus on the frame of someone forcing the door closed. 

A twinge of panic went through her. Who was this, where was she she wondered as she glanced over at her clothes across the room.

As the stranger turned and began wiping the rain from his face he seen her sitting up in the bed holding her head. 

"I knew the smell of that coffee would get you stirring," the man stated with a little hint of humor. 

Shay asked calmly, " Where am I at? Where is my car? And my cell phone?" She then started to pull the quilt up on her as she started to get up. 

"Hey! Hold on pretty lady. Your all right. You took a hit on that head when your car hit the ditch." By then he was at the side of the bed. He could tell she was scared. 

"Just stay down Shay!" he said as he reached for her bare shoulder and she pulled back away from him. 

"How do you know my name?" Shay asked abruptly. 

"I looked at your drivers license to see what your name was. OK! Now let me look at that head again" he ordered. 

Shay pulled away more, " I'm OK. Just get me too my car. Please." 

"My name is Rick," he stated as he climbed up on the bed As she moved away more he pinned her against the wall looking at her forehead. 

"Dayumm!" Shay shouted as she pushed his hand off of her head. "Is it cut?" she asked. 

Climbing off the bed he replied with sarcasm in his voice, " Fuck no it's not cut, and this is just what I needed. I leave one 'poor helpless bitch' in town and I get boarded up with another!" 

Shay took offense by his remark but she was still a little concerned about the situation she was in. 

"Just give me my clothes please and I will get to my car. My cell phone must be in there. I will call for help for both of us. You wrecked too?" she asked.

He began to laugh. He pulled a cork from a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon wine he had picked up from the table, " Lady, about two years ago I wrecked when I got tied up with the bitch." 

Shay could tell he was a little disgruntled about someone. She knew she wanted out of there. 

She watched him take a drink from the bottle of wine. He was at the old rickety table and the light from the oil lamp illuminated his face. He was a nice looking man. She could see his muscular build through his wet T-shirt.

His jeans were wet as well. 

Without looking at her, he took another big swig of the wine and placed it back on the table. 

"We have a problem here Shay. The bridge is washed out. Even if you could get your sweet little ass to your car, you could not get out of "Kelsey Bottoms". So looks like you are stuck here with me." His tone in his voice was just enough to piss her off. 

Shay touched her forehead and then began to climb off the bed. " I think I can take care of me. I want to get to my car, my cell phone is there. I didn't ask for your help but I do appreciate your taking the time to help." 

As she shuffled to her clothes draped on the chairs, he watched her. His hands on his hips, he was smiling to himself. He knew what was under that quilt. He did take his time as he undressed her while she was out of it. He even touched the gold 'S' charm resting inside her navel. " Bet I could make that wiggle", he thought to himself. 

As she reached for her jeans, the quilt slipped off her right shoulder and exposed her tanned back. From the angle she was standing, Rick could see the round full breast attached to her chest. The thought of her breast still fresh in his mind excited him. 

Shay felt his eyes on her. She glanced over at him. 

"I would not be much of a man if I let a lady out in this storm. You really need to stay till the storm lets up," Rick said with a smile on his face. It made her uncomfortable. " Yeah, you will stay here." 

"Excuse me?" Shay asked with touch of resentment in her voice. " Who the hell do you think you are?" 

By now Shay had forgotten about modesty and had let the quilt fall to the floor as she wiggled into her jeans. Her breast fully exposed. The fire light flickering making them seem to be dancing in a seductive motion. He caught a shimmer of light beaming off the gold 'S' charm in her navel. His eyes then went back to her luscious breast. 

Rick watched them and he knew she was going no where. 

"You mentioned some 'poor helpless bitch' earlier. That's not me and if your attitude with her is like it is now, she is a very lucky lady that you are gone." Shay pulls her blouse on and begins to button it. Not even bothering with her bra. 

Rick tipped the wine bottle up again and laughed out loud as he placed it back on the table. 

"You know," Rick replied as he sat on the table, " her 'good luck' as you put it of me being gone, just became your good luck Shay. You see...we have these little tiffs pretty regular. We always make up. I will go back into town tomorrow, she will be pissed, I will take her down right where she stands, give her a good fuckin', we will talk all around our problems but we will start all over again. I will practice the fuckin' she is going to get on you." He had her attention. He gave her a wink and a nasty smile that made her really become concerned. 

Her mind was racing even more. She decided to take the 'I am not in the mood' approach, hoping it would work. 

She slid her boots on and was zipping them up and blasted him. " Look...I have left a situation for a day just as you have. I am not in the mood for this shit! If I wanted to be talked to like this, I would not be out here in the middle of fuckin' nowhere soaking wet, a headache and some smartass wanting to use me for a test run for what he has in store for 'the poor helpless bitch' at home." She began walking to the door. 

Shay had no idea, that approach only excited him. 

She pulled the door open and the blowing rain had her soaked again but she was determined to get to her car. 

Shay made it off the old porch when she felt arms surround her and her feet were off the ground. 

~o~ 

Shay was kicking and telling Rick to put her down. 

He did. He slammed the door and walked holding her from behind to the bed. He laid her on the bed quickly and laid his wet body on top of hers. Pinning her down with her arms out stretched. Wedging himself between her legs forcing her to spread them. 

"Now see what ya done Shay!" he shouted out, a little out of breath. For a tiny lady she was a fighter. " We are both soaked again." 

His right hand took her right hand to the left one so he could securely hold them both with one hand. He then slid his left hand between them to the snap on her jeans. She could feel his hand. 

Now she was concerned. 

Shay began to talk to him asking, " What are you doing? You don't want to do this. Let's talk. Maybe we both could let off some steam. Come on Rick..my head is hurting." 

He grunted in her ear as he pulled her boots and jeans off, " I'm going to make you forget about that headache." 

He had her undressed from the waist down so quick. He flipped her over and stood over her reaching for the snap on his jeans. Unsnapped and unzipped just as fast. His jeans were on the floor with hers. Rick knelt down picking the pile of jeans up and watching her at the same time. He turned and walked to the door and tossed them out in the rain. Shutting the door he told her, "We can talk. I will talk you through everything I do. I may even give you a test. Pay close attention." 

Rick picked up the open bottle of wine and a full one and took them to the area in front of the fireplace. He placed them on the hearth. 

Shay was trying to keep a cool head and trying to remember all the classes she had taken for situations like this. 

Rick came to the bed and pulled her up standing her on the floor. He then took the mattress from the bed and lifted it over his head. Shay could see his slightly hard cock dangling in front of him. He plopped the mattress down on the floor in front of the fireplace. When he turned and reached for the wine she darted to the door. He was at it before she was. 

He took his hand and buried it in her long blonde hair, tilting her head up to look at him. He was so excited by the look on her face. It was a mixture of 'No' and 'maybe.' He felt an adrenaline rush. He knew she would be a fighter. He thrust his hard cock at her tummy and told her, " I want you to fight Shay." He then led her to the mattress. 

"I know what you are doing" Shay replied. " You say you want me to fight when you really don't. You want me to just take your shit...well FUCK YOU! You are gonna have a fight. I am so God dayum sick of you son-of-a-bitches thinking you can just fuck with women and they have to take it. I know you can take me you bastard! And that's exactly what you are going to have to do because I sure as hell am NOT going to GIVE it up!" With that she slapped his face. It startled her. She knew it had to be fear and adrenaline. Her hand was stinging, she knew he felt it. 

He pulled her down by her hair. It was evident he was feeling her slap. He was rotating his lower jaw as he stared at her. 

He ripped her blouse from her. And then he done the same with his shirt as he straddled her. Never taking his eyes off hers. And now he was holding her arms over her head with one hand. 

He reached for his wine and took a big drink. Taking the bottle from his lips a little he told her, " You just fucked up, I was going to tell you what I was going to do to you as I done it." He shakes his head side to side slowly still holding the wine bottle to his mouth, " now I am just going to do what I want to without warning you." He took a mouth full of wine, held it in his mouth and placed the bottle on the floor. He then leaned to his prey slowly letting the wine pour from his mouth onto her breast. He was really excited at how her breast looked being in a pinned position. The wine rolled to her back. She could feel it. 

Shay thrust with all she had to try and knock him off balance. She was no match. 

Shay felt his hand that was holding her arms up over her head relax as he was fondling her nipples. She felt she needed to try to stop him. Or do I she thought to herself. She took the chance. She pulled her right hand free and dug her manicured nails into his chest. 

She felt the pain shoot through her breast like fire as he pinched her nipple so hard. She gasp for air. He inhaled deeply. 

He begin to maneuver his body around. He turned his body on top of hers so he could place his head between her legs and his cock at her mouth. 

As he was on his hands and knees holding himself above her, he looked between their bodies and told her, " I know you know what to do. You hurt me and I will hurt you Shay." With that being said, he lowered his cock to her face. 

She was seeing this engorged, thick cock coming at her. She couldn't breath. She felt a surge of mixed feelings. 

Just then she felt his tongue dart between her lips opening her up. She gasped, her lungs filled with air. 

Shay turned her head. Rick thrust into the side of her face. He then sunk his teeth into her mound. It worked. Her head turned towards his hard cock. He felt her breath on him. 

Rick slid his index finger down the crack of her ass. He placed his finger hard against her hole and told her, " Open your tight fuckin' mouth or I am going in your tight ass!" 

Her lips opened with teeth clenched. 

Rick pushed his cock against her teeth three times before he applied pressure to her ass hole. Her mouth opened. 

She wanted to bury her teeth in him, but the sucking impulse overtook her. His thick cock was being tugged into her mouth by her expertise. He began to push into her mouth in time with her suction. 

As he ravished her between her legs, she tried so hard to not feel. He was violating her. He began to push himself into her mouth with a faster pace. He was lapping at her like a thirsty animal. She placed her hands on his ass. The movement of her hips was something that slipped up on her. 

Shay could tell by his movements and sounds he was about to unload in her mouth. The bastard would not get the satisfaction she thought to herself. 

Shay noticed the unopened bottle of wine in arms reach. They had moved around enough that she could get to it. She stretched to get the bottle as his cock slid in and out of her mouth. A strong contraction in her womb took her by surprise. She knocked the bottle over. 

"Oh God!" she thought. His thrusting stopped. She was tasting his precum in her mouth. She wanted more. 

~o~ 

Shay heard his sigh. He raised his self up pulling his cock from her mouth. He licked his lips and told her," You want wine? I will give you wine Shay." 

Rick moved to her legs. He reached for the unopened bottle of wine as he sat on top of her legs. 

Rick picked the bottle up by the long slender neck. He smiled at her as he placed the corked end of the bottle to her wet spot. 

Shay tightened her muscles with all she had, knowing all along she would not be able to stop him from using the wine bottle on her, nor did she want to. 

Rick pulled the hood back from over her clit and placed the cork on it. He began to drag the cork back and forth. He slid his finger to her labia. She was wet. 

"I don't hear you begging me not to fuck you with this bottle. I don't see you putting up a fight now Shay," Rick stated in his condescending voice, " you going to beg me NOT to fuck you with this wine bottle Shay?" 

He then turned the bottle tip downwards and pushed it into her tight pussy. He begin to twist it and move it side to side as he watched the bottle appear and disappear. He also watched her face. She could not hide the fact that she was hot. Her deep blue eyes were a give away.

Shay realized she was tightening her muscles with every thrust he made into her. She was beginning to enjoy the sensation of the bottle being used on her. She turned her head, closed her eyes. 

"Am I still being violated?" she thought to herself. Followed by a faint moan. 

When Rick heard the moan he pulled the bottle from her and slid it down her crack. Her eyes opened. He smiled at her. 

He got on his knees between her legs. Placed the corked bottle to his mouth and uncorked the wine. Rick took a long slow drink from the bottle and swallowed. He then filled his mouth again with wine, placed the bottle to the side of him. He was not concerned with Shay using the bottle on him now. She seemed to be too preoccupied now. Rick slid his big hands under her ass and lifted her ass in the air, legs spread. He opened her up and placed his mouth to her opening. He forced the wine inside her. 

Shay could feel his mouth blowing into her and the wine running down the crack of her ass. She wrapped her legs around his head. 

Rick's tongue slipped in her. 

~o~ 

Shay stopped trying to ignore the feelings that were taking over her body. Rick was slowly consuming her pussy. Every flick of his tongue, every lick, every poke and every time she felt his breath on her she wanted more. 

He placed his hands on her hips and flipped her over. Pulling her ass in the air he was on his knees behind her. Rick placed his right hand on her shoulder and shoved her shoulders to the floor making her ass more in position for him. 

"Please don't." Shay said quietly as she looked at him over her shoulder. She had never had anal before. Then she wondered why she was trying to stop him. Her body was clearly wanting more.

Rick laughed and replied," you bitch...you say please don't and your backing that tight ass up against me the whole time." 

He leaned back and looked at her exposed pussy from the back. The folds of her lips. The swollen clit peeking out. He placed his hands on her ass and placed his face into her. Licking her with his tongue flattened taking long wide licks. He felt her shudder. He then took his right index finger and slid it inside her. With the angle of entry he was able to touch that little rough spot in there. He manipulated it. 

Shay began to push uncontrollably against his face. He had to steady him self she was bucking against him with such force. The second finger slipped into her. He was really working her tight hole. He could feel her clamping around his fingers, as if refusing to let them leave. 

With his fingers still in her, he leaned over her back and took the hair and pushed it away from her neck. He then placed his teeth onto her flesh and bit. Shay did not notice the bite, only the sucking he started doing on her neck. 

Rick leaned to her ear and whispered as she rode his fingers and moaned in animal like sound, " Hey bitch, the rain has stopped. It's still daylight. You can leave now." 

"No! No! You bastard," Shay shouted in a husky sexy voice. "You are finishing this. You are violating me. Finish me!" 

Rick laughed at her as he slid his two fingers from her tight pussy that had formed a suction on his fingers. 

"Violate..." he sighed as he touched the head of his cock to her wet hole. " Violate and 'finish me' are not on the same page." 

He then he pushed himself all the way in her. He heard her moan as he opened her up completely. He was impressed with her tightness. And her ability to stay in place. He really was ramming her ass. Then he raised up a little and plunged deeper into her, he hit that rough spot again. 




Kelsey Bottoms



Rick heard the sound of a woman encased within her orgasm. Shay was now in an uncontrollable zone letting herself feel all of him. 

Rick began to thrust harder into her. He reached under her to her tummy to see if he was slamming her hard enough to make the gold 'S' charm in her navel wiggle. It was. He felt the first surge of his cum passing through his cock. He clenched his teeth and tossed his head back as he held her hips tightly keeping her from moving from him. Surge after surge of hot cum spewded inside her. It was coming out of her as fast as he was putting it in. 

Rick collapsed on top of her and they laid together trying to collect their breathing patterns. He was asleep in no time. 

~o~ 

Shay wrapped up in the quilt and went outside and picked up their jeans. She went back inside, closed the door and began laying their wet clothes along the hearth and chairs again. 

"What are you doing?", she heard Rick mumble as he seen her at the fireplace. 

Shay replied, " They should be dry by morning." 

~o~

The rest of the night they talked. They talked about their relationships. They talked about likes and dislikes. Tattoos and piercing. Their lifestyles. everything they could think of.

Before the morning came, they had pleased each other several times.

There was no question in Shay's mind if this was "being violated." Each time after the first time, she initiated the act. She also made sure they went on for hours. 

~o~ 

Shay heard birds chirping when her eyes opened. 

Rick was gone. 

She was dressed and at her car quickly. Her car had been placed on the side of the road now. Out of the ditch. 

She got in the car and found a note on the passenger seat. It read... 

"Shay ... Your cell phone is in the glove compartment. I put it there when I took you from the car. Just in case you got away from me, you would not been able to use it if you couldn't find it. You would be mine for the night as planned. About tattoos, I think you should get one. You said you were afraid of it hurting. You are a tough lady. You said you would not know what to get. I picture a tiny wine bottle. You know the shape I am refering to. Have the words "Violated vs. Willing" placed across the label... Research the words. You seem to be confused about the meaning. In your case, they mean the same." Rick

Shay tossed the note out the window as she sped off. She turned on the radio. She took the road slow this time. There were a lot of curves. 

She reached the bridge. She could feel the anger swelling up in her. 

"The lying bastard," she said out loud. She stopped her car at the center of the bridge. This bridge was maybe a couple of years old. A concrete structure that was so high. The water would have to of been up twenty feet to wash this bridge out. 

The local radio station is reporting rainfall total of ten inches.

Shay drives across the bridge and as she drives she glances back in her rear view mirror.

The sign in her mirror read...." Kelsey Bottoms Creek".



Kelsey Brings a Friend



I was on my way out of my office when two of my history students, Kelsey Blair and Sara Chase walked in. I was a little surprised to see them since they both missed class today. If Kelsey had been by herself I would have figured she wanted to play and of course that would have been okay with me. But I knew very little about Sara other than like Kelsey she was a good student and also a freshman. I assumed she was also eighteen or nineteen years old. Both girls were wearing summer dresses that hit them about mid-thigh and sandals. Knowing Kelsey that was probably all she had on. 

I closed the door, sat my briefcase back on my desk and made my way back to my chair. Kelsey and Sara took a seat in the side chairs across the room. God you just have to love it when these young girls wear short dresses. I could see just a hint of Kelsey's dark pubic hair and Sara's white panties were more visible as she made almost no attempt to keep her dress from riding up. If Kelsey had been by herself I would have jokingly made a crude remark about being able to see up her dress but since I didn't know Sara outside the classroom I kept my tongue in check. But I didn't try to hide the fact that I was looking and enjoying the show. Kelsey was the first to speak.

"We're sorry we didn't make it to class today," she said. "Sara's car had a flat and we had to wait for her dad to come home and fix it. We thought we'd better drop by and see if we missed anything important."

"Well as a matter of fact you missed one heck of a lecture," I told them with a smile. "We're having a quiz on Wednesday so it's a good thing you checked. I'll make you copies of the lecture and you should be fine."

"Thanks Mr. Saunders," Sara said. "I've got to hold my A in your class to be eligible for my scholarship next semester. If there's anything I can do for you just let me know."

That sounded promising I thought to myself. There was plenty she could do for me but probably nothing she was willing to do.

"I know you didn't come to school today, so what did you two do," I asked? 

"We spent most of the day in bed," Kelsey said with her evil little grin that I've come to know so well.

"Really, that sounds pretty interesting. Care to elaborate," I teased. 

I could see Sara beginning to blush. In my mind I had a visual of the two of them lying naked in bed fucking and sucking the day away. Knowing what a great fuck Kelsey was I couldn't help but wonder if Sara was just as good. Without a doubt, she was as appealing as Kelsey. 

Sara was a couple of inches taller than Kelsey's five eight, and her long muscular legs were tanned a golden brown. Her breasts were fairly big and looked very firm as they stood up high on her chest without the help of a bra. As I continued to look Sara over Kelsey stood up and approached my desk by herself. I could see Sara look down as she started to speak.

"To be honest, we did fool around a little today. But what I really want to tell you is Sara has a crush on you. She's wanted to fuck you all semester. That's the real reason we're here."

I have to admit I was a flattered but also nervous. I had taken a big chance by having an affair with Kelsey, and I wasn't sure I should push my luck. I always figured if our affair came to light I might be able to deny it and make the problem go away. But two against one wasn't very good odds. 

While I was mulling the situation over Kelsey walked back over to Sara and pulled her from her chair. She wrapped her arms around Sara and kissed her for a very long minute. Once they broke their kiss Kelsey walked Sara to the back of my desk nudging my chair out of the way. She sat Sara on the desk and instinctively, Sara leaned back on her elbows and drew her knees up into a bent position. Fuck, I thought I was going to blow my wad just looking at her lying on the desk. Her legs were slightly spread and her dress was riding up to the very top of her thighs giving me an excellent view of her panty-covered crotch. 

Kelsey leaned down and kissed Sara again and this time I could see their lips locking and tongues reaching into each others mouths. As their lips parted Kelsey reached for Sara's panties and she slowly slid them down her legs and over her sandals, tossing them to me. I took the tiny little wad of cloth and pressed it to my nose. As I inhaled Sara's fragrant aroma my cock began to swell instantly. Oh, this girl was sweet. 

Next Kelsey bent over the desk parting Sara's thighs with her hands as she pushed her face into her crotch. With her bare ass shining Kelsey slid her tongue into Sara's waiting cunt. As she grasped her puffy lips with her mouth Sara squealed with delight and locked her hands on either side of Kelsey's head and held her face tight against her pussy. From the sounds coming out of Sara's mouth I knew Kelsey was tearing her sweet little cunt up.

I unbuckled my trousers and freed my throbbing cock from the confines of my boxers and gently stroked myself as I watched the show. While I stroked my cock Kelsey continued her assault on Sara's pussy. Knowing that Kelsey needed some attention I rolled my chair close enough that I could slide my hand between her legs. At my touch she parted them wide enough to give my hand access to her own little pussy. I worked my fingers up and down her succulent lips until I was able to slide a finger into her hot wet love hole. Within a few seconds her sticky juices coated my finger like thick molasses. 

As I slowly circled my finger inside her pussy Kelsey began to rotate her hips while continuing to work her magic on Sara's pussy. Sara was moaning loudly now and beginning to yell out words of inspiration to Kelsey.

"Oh, God, Kelsey that feels so good. Fuck me with your tongue. Oh, yeah baby, just like that," she cried.

By now Kelsey was moaning and whining too but her words were muffled by Sara's cunt. As I withdrew my finger from her pussy she briefly glanced back my way and gave me one of those "what the fuck looks." But as I stood up and maneuvered myself behind her and pushed my throbbing cock between her legs she mumbled and started grinding her hips. When I placed both hands on her ass and slowly rammed my dick to the very bottom of her fiery twat and she let out a loud groan. I pounded her cunt for what seemed like an eternity before I finally felt her contractions. 

"Oh fuck yeah! I'm Cuming," Kelsey shrieked.

Kelsey's pussy began to squeeze my cock as she pumped her hips and moaned loudly. As my strokes became more deliberate she pulled away from Sara's crotch completely and held us motionless until her pussy stopped convulsing. Close to coming myself I began to pump Kelsey again until I shot my wad deep inside her. As I focused my attention back on Sara I could see she was fingering herself to a rousing climax. As she began to cum she closed her eyes and began to rotate her hips in a circular pattern. She whimpered softly as Kelsey let her hands roam freely over Sara's upper body. She kneaded and squeezed her breasts and pinched her hardened nipples before leaning down and giving her a long wet kiss. 

I sank back into my chair and watched them kiss again before Kelsey turned her back to the desk and leaned against it. As Kelsey climbed on the desk Sara slid off, and sank to her knees in front of me. Without any hesitation she wrapped her tiny hand around my semi-hard shaft and placed it into her warm wet mouth. She bobbed her head up and down in expert fashion engulfing every inch of my cock and before long I was hard again. Satisfied that I was a ready to fuck, Sara let go of my cock, pulled off her dress, and leaned over the desk.

Looking over het shoulder she said, "I want you to fuck me now Mr. Saunders." 

As I rose from my chair I could see a look of excitement and approval on Kelsey's face. I think she was as excited about me fucking Sara as I was. I walked up behind Sara and pushed my cock into waiting pussy and Kelsey dropped a hand between her own legs and began to touch herself. I couldn't believe how warm and tender this girl's pussy was. It wrapped around my cock like a warm tight fitting glove. It was all I could do to keep from coming instantly. 

"Oh yeah give me that big cock baby," Sara blurted out as I pushed deeper and deeper. 

Fucking Kelsey was always a delight but Sara's young pussy was something else. Her little cunt was sucking and squeezing my cock with every stroke. She moaned incoherently as I quickened my pace and rammed my cock to the very depths of her pussy. After a few minutes of very intense fucking Sara began to do a bump and grind and I knew she must be close to a another climax. 

It wasn't long before she cried out "Oh God Jim, make me cum baby. Fuuuuuck yeah!"

Immediately I felt her pussy begin to contract and quiver sending a warm wave of fluid through her cavity. Gripping her hips tightly I pumped hard and fast until I felt that warm sensation flow through me sending a strong steady stream of hot milky cum deep inside her shivering cunt. I groaned loudly as I emptied my load. Jesus, it didn't get any better than this. 

When I pulled my cock from Sara's pussy Kelsey dropped to her knees and quickly engulfed my entire shaft. With her hands on my hips she pulled me to her and sucked feverishly lapping up both mine and Sara's remaining juices. With Sara now standing behind her with her hands on her shoulders, Kelsey bobbed her head up and down the length of my cock until she was satisfied that she had sucked me clean. She released me and slowly rose to her feet hiking her dress up over her hips as she slid up on the desk just like Sara had done minutes earlier. She leaned back and pulled her knees up and parted her legs giving Sara her queue. In one smooth motion Sara bent down and eagerly pushed her face between Kelsey's waiting thighs and tongued Kelsey's cum-filled pussy making her squeal with delight. 

"Oh fuck yeah Sara, eat me honey," Kelsey screeched. 

Kelsey rubbed her breasts and tossed her head from side to side as Sara devoured her pussy. God these girls were young but they sure knew how to put on a show. Kelsey continued to moan and groan as Sara continued to attack her pussy with expert percussion. Sensing Kelsey was about to cum I moved closer to the action and gently massaged Sara's ass as she brought Kelsey to a climatic finish. Kelsey whimpered and moaned loudly and began gasping for breath as she arched her hips and pushed against Sara's flickering tongue. As her orgasm subsided and she floated back to earth, Sara planted soft kisses all the way up her stomach finishing her journey by engaging Kelsey in one last passionate kiss before breaking free and collapsing into my leather chair. 

Kelsey was red-faced and still sprawled out on my desk as I pulled up my boxers and pants. Sara looked completely exhausted too as she lay limply in the chair. As I adjusted my belt Kelsey sat up and with a seductive smile motioned me to her. I wrapped my arms around her and she kissed me deeply. I could still taste the three of us as she floated her tongue into my mouth. As we finished our kiss Sara stood up and sashayed toward us. Breaking from Kelsey I pulled Sara to me and gave her a deep, passionate kiss. It was the perfect ending to our quaint little threesome. 

Eventually Sara broke away and retrieved her dress and pulled it on. Kelsey slowly climbed off the desk and as she smoothed out her dress she walked toward me and with as smirk on her face said, "I'd like to do this again sometime."

"Honey, you can count on it," I replied.

After another round of kisses I told them we better call it a day. As much as I hated to see our sexcapade come to an end I thought we better sneak out before someone dropped by and caught us off guard.

I quickly made the girls copies of my notes and sent them on their way. But if the truth be known I didn't care how they faired on the quiz. There was no way they were going to fail my class! 

As I made my way around the room I noticed Sara's panties still lying in the chair where I tossed them earlier. Holding them to my face, I inhaled her sweet smell one last time before pushing them into my trouser pocket and quietly walking out of my office. 

As I walked to my car I slowly relived what has just taken place. Fuck, I was either the craziest bastard I knew or the luckiest fucker on the planet. Hell, I quickly came to the conclusion I was both. Somehow someway, I'd be seeing these girls again real soon. 



Kelsey Drops By The Office



By far the best thing that has happened to me this semester has been my relationship with Kelsey Blair. She's the young college freshman with whom I've had the pleasure of getting to know intimately. 

After our tryst last Sunday Kelsey and I had only exchanged friendly hellos and sexy smiles during the week. She had missed a couple of my classes and I had been busy preparing a mid-semester exam. But when Friday afternoon rolled around all of that changed when Kelsey came walking through my office door. 

Jesus she looked hot. She was wearing a very short dress that hit her at mid thigh. Her nipples, obviously hard and erect were trying to poke through the thin material that covered her braless breasts. Her tanned legs, long and lean led down to a pair of brown summer sandals. Her auburn hair wasn't in its usual ponytail today. It flowed freely about her shoulders. 

"Mind if I come in," she said as she closed the door behind her and took a seat across from my desk. As she crossed her legs I caught just a quick glimpse of her panty-less crotch. Damn, short dress, no panties, this sexy eighteen-year old new exactly how to turn a guy on. She had been in my office less than a minute and my cock was already beginning to stir.

"How are you Kelsey? I haven't seen much of you this week," I said with a smile.

"I'm okay," she said. "I'm sorry I missed those classes," referring to Tuesday and Thursday. "I heard we were having an exam next Tuesday and thought I'd better drop by and see what I missed."

"You didn't miss much, I told her. "I can make you a copy of my lectures. If you read them you should do okay on the exam."

"What's been going on in your life to cause you to miss two classes in a row," I asked.

"My mom took me shopping on Tuesday, and Thursday I had the blahs. But I'm feeling better now," she said with a smile. 

Kelsey stood up and walked to the back of my desk and stood next to me. She looked down at me with an evil grin and took my right hand and brought it up under her dress. As she guided my hand up her thigh and toward her pussy she told me, "I have a surprise for you." 

As my hand continued on its unexpected journey I soon learned what the surprise was. Kelsey's hot little cunt was as smooth as a new born baby's behind. 

"I shaved it just for you," she said with a sexy grin. "Do you like it?"

As I slowly slid my hand up to her stomach and back down to her warm wet labia my cock began to grow leaps and bounds.

"Oh yeah, baby, I like it." 

Still standing Kelsey spread her legs slightly allowing my easy access to her pussy. I let my fingers slowly glide up and down her moist lips. Next I slipped a finger into her and began to pump it in and out. As I began to pump a little faster Kelsey moaned softly tossing her head back, and rocking her hips in perfect rhythm. With my left hand cupping her ass I slipped a second finger into her hot little cunt and pumped feverishly. Her moans became louder and her hip rotation more pronounced. 

With her moans much louder now I began to panic as I wasn't sure if we were the only ones on this end of the hallway. What if someone heard her? What the fuck I thought to myself. It's probably too late to worry now. 

With that thought in mind I slipped a third finger in her and proceeded to bring her to a near earth shattering orgasm. She trembled uncontrollably and she pushed her body forcibly against my hand before finally bringing her hips to a complete stop. Breathing heavily she leaned over and rested her hands on my shoulders. As I squeezed the cheeks of her now motionless ass I slowly pulled my sticky fingers from her juicy warm pussy. 

As she slumped into my lap Kelsey's breathing was still a bit irregular, her face was flushed and I could see a tiny bead of perspiration on her forehead. I wrapped my arms around her waist and she leaned into me and we kissed. We kissed once more before she pulled free and put her head on my shoulder.

"Oh, James, that was good. Really good," she whispered in my ear. 

"You liked that did you," I teased. 

As she ran her fingers through my hair and smiled that coy little smile of approval she didn't need to answer. 

Having caught her breath, Kelsey stood up and began to unbuckle my belt. She unbuttoned my pants and I lifted myself off the chair just high enough for her to pull them and my boxers over my hips and down to my ankles. As she turned her back to me she hiked her dress up over her hips and lowered herself over my throbbing member. 

Taking my cock in her hand she guided it into her pussy. Once I was completely inside her she began to pump her ass up and down like a well tuned piston. With my hands on either side of her waist I held on while she worked her ass up and down pumping my cock. Her tight little cunt gripped me tightly and sucked me like there was no tomorrow. Fuck I knew I wasn't going to last much longer at this pace. I just decided to sit back and enjoy the ride. 

Once again Kelsey was breathing hard and I was sure she was fixing to cum again. Soon my balls began to swell and ache as Kelsey continued to pump me hard and fast. In a few seconds that familiar sensation began to flow through me as I shot hot cum into Kelsey's sweet little cunt. As I moaned with agonizing joy, Kelsey increased her motion and cried out inaudible sounds of bliss. I could feel her beginning to cum as she continued to bounce up and down uncontrollably on my cock. As her pussy began to contract her ass slowly came to a stop. I wrapped my arms completely around her and she leaned back against me. 

Spent, we sat quietly for several minutes. Cum had oozed out of her and I could feel the sticky mess it had made between us. When she finally lifted herself from my lap she grabbed a handful of tissues form my desk and wiped between her legs. She grabbed another handful and cleaned me off. As she pulled her dress down over her hips and smoothed it out I pulled my pants up and got out of my chair giving my legs a much needed stretch.

I pulled Kelsey to me and gave her a big wet kiss. She ran her fingers through my hair and leaned in and whispered, "Thank you, baby." 

And as quickly as she had appeared, Kelsey took a copy of my two lectures and disappeared out the door. 

I fell back into my chair and closed my eyes reliving what had just taken place.



Kelsey in the Morning



When I awoke the next morning I found Kelsey stretched out on her stomach, facing away from me, with all of her beautiful backside exposed. Her knees were slightly drawn up and parted affording me an excellent view of sweet firm ass, and a glimpse of her precious little cunt. Not wanting to disturb her, I slowly and quietly slid toward the edge of my side of the bed and stepped down onto the plush beige carpet that covered the floor.

Orientating myself to the surroundings I located the bath just to my left. As I entered the doorway I looked back to make sure I hadn't disturbed my sleeping beauty. Kelsey hadn't budged an inch. Flipping the light switch and closing the bathroom door simultaneously I stepped up to the toilet and proceeded to take a much needed piss. Once that was accomplished I opened one of the vanity doors on the right side of the cabinet and as luck would have it, I spotted a bottle of baby oil sitting right on the front edge of the lower shelf. I snatched the bottle up and made my way back to the bedroom. 

Quietly slipping back into bed I coated my left hand with a generous amount of the oil and gently slid my oily fingers down the crack of Kelsey's ass until I found its puckered opening. As I swirled my index finger gently around the opening she began to stir. Moving slowly, she extended her right leg fully, and drew her left leg up towards her stomach giving me even more access to her sacred treasure. She moaned softly as my finger began to press against her opening. By now my cock was as hard as a rock, and demanding attention. As I continued to push, the opening gave way and my finger slowly eased its way into her ass. Jesus, the inside of her ass was as hot as the inside of her sweet little cunt had been the night before. 

As I continued to slide my finger in and out of her very tight, warm opening, I massaged her back my right hand. Slowly up to her shoulders and then slowly back down gently rubbing the cheeks of her ass. Her skin was warm and silky smooth and receptive to my touch. As I continued to massage and probe, I couldn't help but notice the scant familiar fragrance of her womanly scent floating up into the air as I began to ease a second finger into now slippery, warm asshole. As she spread her legs a little wider I could see the moister building on her labia. Jesus, this girl was so hot! Everything about her body was perfect; beautiful soft lips guarding the entrance to her near perfect cunt, her tight firm ass sheltering her perfectly tight asshole, and her long sexy legs that extended to her tiny flawless feet. 

As the rhythm of my fingers increased and plunged all the way into her wet tunnel Kelsey shifted her head on the pillow and was now facing me. A warm inviting smile appeared and I leaned down and gave her a soft, wet kiss. 

"Mmmm, that feels so good. Are you going to molest me with that big hard cock this morning?" she said with a seductive grin. "It crossed my mind," I teased.

Without a word being said I slowly withdrew my fingers from her now relaxed opening and Kelsey began to rise and positioned herself on all fours. Lowing her head and shoulders to the bed and hiking her sweet little ass into the air was all the encouragement I needed. I coated my cock with some baby oil and rubbed the head against her pulsing tan opening. As I pressed forward Kelsey pushed back and slowly the head of my cock disappeared into her secret passage. Giving her time to relax, once again I gently massaged her back and buttocks. As Kelsey began to push against me again I slowly pushed my cock a little deeper. 

Kelsey groaned softly and said, "Yes, baby, I'm ready. Give me all of that big cock. Fuck my ass, fuck me hard, baby!" 

Placing my hands on either side of her hips I pulled her to me as I pushed my cock all the way in. Her hot little asshole began to contract and suck at my cock as I began to pump my cock in and out of her. As Kelsey pushed back and forth in rhythm with my thrusts she tossed her head from side to side in a sadistic manner. Her right hand had now moved to her pussy and she began to rub her clit. This was the kind of fucking that you hoped had no end. 

Although I couldn't see her pussy, I knew her sweet juices were flowing in abundance as the smell of her nectar flooded my nostrils much stronger than before. I grabbed Kelsey's long black hair with my right hand and pulled it rather forcefully as I continued to rammed my cock into her ass. Our fucking had grown almost violent as I pounded her ass and pulled her hair. Kelsey moaned and fingered her clit and pussy like there was no tomorrow. Before long she began to cry out loud inaudible moans as she began to cum with enormous force. Her hips bucked almost uncontrollably and I let go of her hair for fear of hurting her. 

"Cum in my ass right fucking now, baby," she demanded. And right on cue my cock began to shoot hot sticky cum into her waiting chamber. 

"Fuck, Kelsey, here it comes, baby," I blurted out. 

I pumped hard and steady making sure to empty every drop of my load into her ass. Stopping my motion briefly, I leaned over her back and gently but firmly grasped her neglected breasts, one in each hand, as I milked my cock slowly in and out of her quivering ass. In a matter of seconds, we both collapsed to the bed.

With both of us spent, and lying motionless, Kelsey eventually snuggled up against me and gave me a very wet, passionate kiss. 

"Mr. Saunders, you really know how to wake a girl up," she said with a wicked grin on her face.

"You're not so bad yourself," I teased back. "By the way," I said, "Its okay with me if you want to call me James." 

"Okay, James," she smiled, "I think it's time for a shower and some breakfast. Care to join me?"



Kelsey Loves the Kissing



I thought I'd dip my toe into the girl-on-girl pool. Not a scene I venture into too often, not since I'm male and capturing the essence of Sapphic love isn't the easiest.

Still, here it is, a scene of seduction where Kelsey is somewhat reluctant at first...

Feedback would be appreciated. I hope you enjoy the following.

Thank you for reading.

GA - Da Nang, Vietnam - 19th of February 2015.

*****

Anticipation

Kelsey looks up from the depths of the sofa. She chews her bottom lip, uncertain, wondering why she ever agreed to it in the first place.

"Wine, Kelsey?" asks Carla as she settles alongside her guest. Smiling, the Englishwoman adds, "You're still not comfortable being here, are you?" She rests a reassuring hand on Kelsey's knee. "Don't worry about my husband being Jim's boss. None of that concerns me. I invited you to stay because I like you. Don't stand on ceremony. I'd like us to be friends." She waves a hand in an airy gesture Kelsey thinks is typically English: elegant, refined. "Those silly men and their hobbies," Carla scoffs. "You'd think they'd grow out of engines and cars."

A few seconds pass while Kelsey digests it's all, then she closes her eyes and sighs, deciding Carla is right. Holding up a hand the palm toward her host Kelsey drawls, "I'm sorry. I don't mean to be this way." Her eyes open and she fixes her doe-eyed gaze on Carla's face. "But it is kind of intimidating."

Desire uncurls inside Carla when she sees Kelsey's face twisted with concern. It's all she can do not to lunge in for a kiss. God, those Cupid-bow lips...

She's divine. So bloody perfect...

Carla chuckles and squeezes Kelsey's knee before she eases back into the sumptuous embrace of her sofa. "Of course, Kelsey," she purrs. "I understand completely." Carla crosses her legs and rests an elbow against the settee's arm, a forefinger held to one cheek while appraising the attractive woman next to her. "I don't involve myself in Harold's business. I'm not interested in the machinations and the politics. As far as I'm concerned we're just two rally widows who could be friends. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable. I want you to feel at home. You need a friend in this country ... How long is it you've been here?"

Kelsey pulls a face. "Okay. I'll try to relax." She sighs again while looking around at the opulence of Carla's home. "I'm sorry, Carla," she murmurs. "I guess I'm still getting used to everything. It's all so strange ... y'know? I've only been in England six weeks..."

A corner of Carla's mouth lifts. She pouts, nodding slowly. "Well, in that case I think I should take you under my wing. Never mind about the boys and their work..." Carla waves her hand again to show a complete lack of concern for her husband's status. "They've gone off and left us for the whole weekend, after all." Her eyes roll as she shakes her head in disdain. "I don't mean to be awful, darling," Carla says, eyes locked on Kelsey's face, "and I don't want to criticise - but your Jim has been selfish enough to lumber you with my company for the whole weekend..."

A gay laugh tinkles from Carla while she pauses.

"So I'll make it my mission to take care of you - at least until you find your feet."

Kelsey blinks quickly several times, seemingly close to tears. "Thank you, Carla," she breathes. "I really do appreciate it."

Carla beams a prefect smile in a show of faultless dentistry before she levers forward, uncrossing her legs. In a brisk tone she says, "How about that wine, dear? It'll help you relax."

Kelsey nods and shrugs. "Yeah. Sure. Why not?"

"That's the ticket," Carla says, nodding quickly. "Tell you what," she adds, as though the idea has just occurred to her. "Why don't you go and have that bath you mentioned earlier? That might be a help, too. There's a tub in your ensuite, you know. You go and start it and I'll bring your wine up in a bit." Carla stands as though the suggestion is fait accompli, then finishes with, "Red or white wine, Kelsey?"

"Oh," Kelsey responds, somewhat taken aback at being organised so efficiently. "Red please, Carla."

The older woman's bottom lip curls juts out while she considers options. "Will a Rioja do, darling?"

Kelsey lifts one shoulder in a half shrug. "Sure. Yeah. Thanks, Carla."

"I'll bring it up," Carla promptly replies.

She watches Kelsey stand up, her attention focussed on the American's legs and swaying hips as Kelsey leaves the room. Carla's nostrils flare when yearning yaws in the pit of her stomach. "Dear God," she murmurs with Kelsey well out of range. "You're just so fucking exquisite."

Sighing, expression vacant for a few seconds, Carla indulges in a little fantasy. She allows herself a minute or two of lewd imagining and then rouses herself, walking to the kitchen to select a bottle from the myriad available in the rack.

Carla uncorks the bottle and places it down on the pristine counter, leaving it standing while she returns to the living room to retrieve her mobile phone. Confident Kelsey is drawing a bath she returns to the kitchen and opens the big French windows, stepping outside into the benign evening air.

"It's me," Carla says after moving deep into the garden. "She's running a bath. I'm going to take wine up to her soon."

Carla pauses and listens, a smirk lifting the corners of her mouth.

"She's bloody lovely," she breathes, eyes closing in appreciation. "I mean she's absolutely gorgeous. Talk about fit!" Carla exclaims. "She told me she's into yoga - and I'm telling you, she looks stunning on it. Forty years old, but what a figure! I'm so bloody jealous.

"Of course," Carla sneers, "her boobs aren't real; she's had them pumped up a couple of notches - but even so..." She fans herself with her fingers for effect despite there being no one present to see. "I'm going to ply her with wine and see what happens," Carla continues. "Yes," she adds in response to a question down the phone. "Of course I'll call you tomorrow ... Yes I'll let you know how it goes. Wish me luck!"

Ending the call, Carla stands beneath the cherry tree and gnaws her bottom lip, anxiety a brick in her tummy as she contemplates her next move. The impulse to barge in like the proverbial bull in the china shop is near overwhelming, but Carla knows from long experience Kelsey wouldn't respond well to the brute force and ignorance method of seduction. She sucks in air and forces herself towards patience. Kelsey will take some playing if Carla has a hope of lulling her beautiful guest into bed.

"Softly-softly," whispers Carla, tapping the mobile phone against her chin while deep in thought. She sucks in another deep breath in an effort to soothe her snarling libido and slow her heart. She waits for a further half-a-minute or so before moving slowly towards the open doors and into the house.

In the kitchen she pours wine into two glasses: Rioja for Kelsey and chilled Sauvignon Blanc for herself.

"To us," Carla murmurs, holding both wine goblets up. She slowly brings them together until the bowls kiss. "The rally widows," she toasts. "Cheers." Then Carla sips and smirks and raises her eyes to the ceiling, lewd images of Kelsey in the bath forming in her mind.

The Bathroom

Kelsey eases back in the tub. She's an island of glistening skin among the foam, the warm water a balm while delicate bubbles pop around her. She can feel the tension draining as her muscles relax.

It isn't so bad, she decides. Carla seems nice: kind and thoughtful and at pains to make her feel welcome. Kelsey is still miffed at her husband for putting her on the spot the way he did, but she can't blame him - not really, not when his career could skyrocket with this new placement.

But she's going to make him suffer for it. Oh yes, indeed; no matter how good a friend Carla turns out to be, Jim is going to pay for his selfishness.

Kelsey drifts, slipping into the netherworld, neither asleep nor fully awake, mind floating until she becomes aware there's someone in the bathroom with her.

Kelsey's eyes snap open. "Oh," she blurts, startled, water splashing when she sees Carla standing next to the tub. "I didn't hear you come in."

Carla's head cants to one side while she surreptitiously eyes Kelsey's breasts. She gulps down the moan of desire rising in her throat, lust flaring between her legs.

Carla forces her eyes to move up from those twin buoys. "I couldn't knock," she says, holding up two glasses. "Sorry, had my hands full."

"No problem," Kelsey says, reaching for the proffered glass. She frowns when she notices Carla has removed her day clothes and is now covered by a loosely tied towelling robe. "Thanks," she adds, too polite to comment. Inwardly, she shrugs - maybe Carla is going to her own room to take a bath? Perhaps she's planning to shower before dressing for dinner?"

"When did you get your boobs done?" Carla asks, sipping wine. She regards Kelsey over the rim of her glass, expression enquiring.

Kelsey is unfazed. It's a question she's been asked a lot. Someone is always interested in her breasts. She gets it in the washrooms in clubs or at dinner parties after a few drinks: What size are they? How much did they cost? Did it hurt? Can I feel?

She pulls a face and replies with, "Couple of years."

Carla's lower lip juts while she nods. "I noticed them today. Impressive. Not freakishly large." She waves a forefinger over the general area of her own décolletage. "Your skin doesn't look all strained and stretched like some I've seen."

"No," Kelsey says, wine glass held daintily aloft. "I was really pleased. I went up to 34E." She grins, cheeks dimpling while her eyes slip away from Carla's face. Quietly, throat and cheeks suffused pink with embarrassment, Kelsey adds, "Jim says they're just like the real thing - only better."

Carla blurts a laugh. "Men," she says, tone mocking. She grins to take any sting out of her comment in case Kelsey bridles.

Kelsey nods and chuckles. "Yeah ... I know. They think boobs and cars are great."

Both women sip wine before Carla perches on the edge of the tub. The belt loosens as she moves and the gown gapes.

"You've got a superb figure," Carla murmurs, attention fixed on Kelsey's nipples. "I wish I was all toned like you. God, Kelsey," she sighs, "you look stunning in clothes."

Kelsey's expression shifts when her host goes on to say, "And I dare say you're even more gorgeous out of them. Are you comfortable being nude?"

Kelsey is uncertain and feeling more than a little awkward at this twist in the conversation. She doesn't know Carla at all, not really. They've only met twice before - and briefly at that. Being in the bath with her breasts exposed to a virtual stranger is borderline as far as she's concerned, and Carla in her robe with the talk decidedly intimate is a step closer to the line.

Is this kind of shit normal in England?

Again, in deference to her host, Kelsey sucks it up and replies by saying, "Uhm," she begins, shrugging. "Well ... I'm okay at the beach in a bikini, I don't have any hang-ups about my body ... Being naked is fine if I'm at home and of course I'm not worried about Jim." A brittle, embarrassed laugh comes out of her as she grimaces and rolls her eyes. "I wouldn't go out in public or anything, but ... Well, you know..."

"God," Carla responds on a sigh. "If I had your body..."

Just as Carla had hoped, Kelsey comes back with, "Hey, I don't know about that, you look amazing, Carla. I love your hair." Kelsey winces inwardly: I love your hair? God, how lame does that sound!

Carla laughs and twirls the blonde ponytail with her free hand. "Oh, this isn't my natural colour. And I think your hair is gorgeous too, Kelsey - so thick and long...

"But thank you all the same." Then Carla regards Kelsey's breasts with open admiration. "You really are stunning, Kelsey," she breathes.

The situation is getting more and more uncomfortable for the American. She's out of her depth and unsure about how to respond. After all, despite her assurances to the contrary, Carla's husband is Jim's boss. The men might have gone off for a weekend of racing cars around a countryside circuit as the best of friends, but a word in Harold's ear from Carla might cause problems.

Kelsey quaffs wine, gulping half the glass in a few quick swallows. "Thanks, Carla," she says, avoiding the other woman's eyes. "But I really don't think I'm all that special."

Undeterred, Carla goes on. "You look after yourself, don't you - with your yoga?"

Kelsey nods, grateful for a safer topic. "Every day. I work out four times a week, too. And I jog."

"The results speak for themselves." Carla drains her glass and nods towards Kelsey's. "Another drink?"

Surprised by the speed Carla drained her glass, Kelsey looks at her own. "Well, yeah," she says, tone uncertain. She doesn't usually drink much but still feels bound by politeness. "I suppose."

Carla beams at her. "Drink up!" she trills with enthusiasm.

Kelsey hesitates but then empties her glass.

"Be right back," Carla tells her, reaching to taking the goblet from Kelsey's fingers.

"Jesus," the American mutters when Carla leaves her alone. "What the hell...?"

Kelsey reclines, gasping when she feels cold porcelain against her back. Her thoughts tumble, the analysis beginning in her head. She thinks about the inappropriateness of the scene which just played out. Or at least she considers it inappropriate. It occurs to her again that the Brits might not be so inhibited. Carla is certainly forthright and Kelsey wonders if her host is a typical example or one of a kind.

"Maybe it's just you?" she murmurs to herself.

Lunging forward, Kelsey twists the hot tap. She then leans back again while warm water cascades into the bath.

"Relax," Kelsey sighs. "Take it easy. It's nothing. So what if she checked out your tits - it happens all the time."

By the time Carla returns the tap is turned off and Kelsey feels less anxious.

"Here we are," Carla trills. She hands Kelsey her wine and pretends to ignore the American woman's wide-eyed double-take, the towelling robe fully loose, the belt dangling. "You know," Carla adds, holding her own glass out to her guest. "I might just join you in there."

Kelsey takes the wine glass in an automatic response, gaping in surprise when Carla slips off the gown and lifts one leg to step into the tub. 

***

Kelsey stares, shocked into inaction. "Oh," she squeaks, gulping. "I ... You..."

Water laps at the sides of the tub as Carla eases in. "You like it hot, don't you!" she gasps, settling. "Thanks," she adds as she reaches for her wine.

"You know," Kelsey says anxiously while turning her face away from Carla's leering grin. "This tub is a little small for two of us."

Carla pouts when Kelsey makes to rise up out of the water. She sweeps the air in front of her with the glass. "Nonsense," she purrs. "There's plenty of room."

Kelsey grimaces. "Yeah, well, I still think I should get out." Carla's restraining hand on her shoulder makes her gasp.

Using gentle pressure from her fingers Carla keeps Kelsey in the water. She knows she has to go gently. The American is as skittish as a colt. If she goes for it too heavily Kelsey will bolt. A thrill of excitement ripples through Carla, not all of it sexual. There's an enormous risk in what she's doing. If she gets it wrong the personal consequences could be enormous, catastrophic in fact. Carla doubts Kelsey or her husband would make a failed seduction attempt public, Jim did have his career to think about, but Kelsey was an unknown quantity, and American at that - Carla wasn't entirely sure how to read her.

She takes the risk, desire making her reckless. "It's all right, sweetheart," Carla coos. "Relax. We're only having a bath." She sips wine and offers Kelsey a benign smile. "Have a drink, darling..."

With wary eyes set on Carla, Kelsey eases back against the porcelain. She sips wine, her stare never wavering.

Carla's big breasts rise as she breathes in, the air coming out in one long sigh. Her outward demeanour is cool and collected but inside her heart bounces around like a scared rabbit. "This is nice, don't you think?" she breathes, hoping.

Furrows of uncertainty crease Kelsey's usually flawless brow. "I'm not sure," she replies, tone matching her expression. "I don't usually..." Kelsey gulps and grimaces. "We're both naked in the tub," she hisses.

"I think it's lovely," Carla says, lips pursing in contemplation. "And it doesn't mean anything. We're just two girls relaxing. I like doing this with you, Kelsey." She shrugs one shoulder. "Being in a bath of warm water with another woman is so ... oh ... I don't know," a little laugh tinkles from her, "gentle I suppose the word is I'm looking for." Carla nods with approval. "Yes, that's what I mean." After a sip of wine, she finishes with, "What about you? Don't you think it's just so nice?"

Kelsey is still recovering and doesn't quite know what she thinks other than it's definitely weird.

The silence between them lengthens, anxiety ballooning inside Kelsey while the damn Englishwoman just keeps on staring at her tits.

"If it were a man in here with you, Kelsey," Carla begins, "I doubt you'd get much peace for long." She smirks, eyebrows arching before she sips more wine. "A man would lunge at you, with grabbing hands and no finesse." Her shoulder lifts again. "Not that I would blame him," she breathes, eyes moving over Kelsey's chest. "But they do get a little carried away with their enthusiasms. Show them breasts, especially works of art like yours..." Carla sighs and shakes her head, expression rueful.

Then the tension winds tight inside Kelsey when Carla whispers, "Do you mind if I touch them?"

When Kelsey's mouth opens Carla's immediate impression is there's going to be an outright refusal. Kelsey is going to shake her head and utter an emphatic no. But, instead, what comes out is a reedy, "Oh, uh, I'm not sure..."

The uncertainty spurs Carla to press on. "Oh, come on," she says, tone inveigling.

She's already moving, one hand reaching out.

Water laps the sides of the bath when Kelsey shrinks back, breasts disappearing below the surface. Her nostrils flare as she blinks rapidly and turns her face sideways. "Carla, really, I ... I don't know about this."

Carla ignores the upheld palm. Instead she scoops water with her free hand and cascades it over Kelsey's shoulder.

She repeats the action several times while murmuring, "Do they feel false, Kelsey? I'm impressed by their look; they're really not at all obvious. Please, sweetheart," she pouts, "can't I just have a little feel?"

Kelsey's throat works as Carla's fingers trace a feather-soft line from her shoulder to the exposed outer flank of one breast. She sucks in a quick breath when Carla's hand turns and strokes the back of her forefinger over sensitive skin. Despite her anxiety Kelsey shivers in response, the sensation not at all unpleasant.

"Oh," Kelsey moans, eyes closing. She sucks on her lower lip and lifts frightened eyes to Carla's face.

It's a struggle, but Carla resists the urge to lean in and suck at Kelsey's nipples. Slowly ... Go slowly. Don't scare her. Easy, gently ... But isn't she just the loveliest ... Oh God...

With a huge effort, Carla manages to keep the yearning out of her voice. She gently squeezes Kelsey's breasts, pouting and nodding an endorsement after cupping them both in turn. "Oh my God," she trills. "They're fantastic!"

Carla slumps back and gulps wine before grinning and deliberately breaking the tension. In a tone of enforced jocularity she says, "Worth every penny, Kelsey. I'm so envious."




Kelsey Loves the Kissing



Kelsey is relieved when she sees Carla's expression. It wasn't so bad after all. All Carla wanted was an experimental feel. Her mood lightens. She eases forward, spine straightening, skin gleaming.

Kelsey sips wine before saying, "I can't see why you'd be envious, Carla." She tilts the rim of her glass towards the other woman. "Your boobs look pretty good to me."

Carla thinks it's the perfect response - a superb opening. "Well," she says as though she's not too sure. "I suppose so. I do try to maintain my figure. I visit a gym, too. My legs are still in good nick and I'm happy with my boobs, but my middle..." Carla grimaces and glances down at the water. "I'm getting on and I feel a bit ... thick," she says, eyes rising to regard the other woman.

On cue Kelsey replies with, "I didn't think that when I saw you take off your robe. Really," she continues when Carla's eyes widen, her look incredulous. "You look good to me, Carla."

"You're so kind," Carla breathes as she offers Kelsey a warm smile. "Thank you. When I was younger," continues Carla, pose languid while taking a gulp at her wine. "I was quite a looker. I had men queuing. Had a couple fight over me, too." Carla laughs and waves her near empty glass. "So desperate, they were!" She chuckles, smile wistful. "Oh my," sighs Carla, "I did have some wild times."

"Really?" Kelsey says, responding in the only way she can think of at the time.

Carla's answering nod is emphatic. She grins, expression vulpine. "God yes. At uni." She waves a hand. "Before Harold ... I got up to all sorts."

Still stuck for words, Carla takes a hefty swig. "Really?" she repeats, gasping as the heady tang of the Rioja grips her throat.

Carla shrugs as though her libidinous past is of no consequence. "Men ... Women..." She fixes Kelsey with her sly look and, tone clandestine, asks, "Were you a bit wild too, Kelsey - In your college days?"

A swell of concern at the sudden reversal in the conversation rises in Kelsey's chest. Her heart leaps out of the blocks and sprints for the line. "Oh," she blurts. "Me? Wild? Uhm ... No, not really. I..."

Carla drains her glass. "Never been in a bath with another woman?"

"God no," gasps Kelsey."

"Never been kissed by another woman?"

Concern flares into anxiety, with outright panic only a couple of degrees away when Carla calmly reaches over the edge of the tub and places her empty glass on the floor. Kelsey sees the other woman's fingers grip the sides of the tub as she levers upright. She gulps, gasping in disbelief as Carla moves through the water towards her on her knees.

"Carla, what...?" she breathes, a hand going up. "God, what are you doing?" Kelsey turns her face away, a restraining hand against Carla's body. The glass is plucked from her fingers and quickly finds a home on the small shelf in the corner next to Kelsey's head.

Carla scoops water in the cups of both palms. She lets it fall over Kelsey's body again, her fingers then tracing the full, rounded globes before scooping up more water.

"Jesus," Kelsey hisses when she feels Carla's lips press lightly against her cheek. Instinctively she turns to face the other woman. "This isn't right," she mewls.

"Tongue," Carla sighs as she holds Kelsey's face between her hands. "Gentle ... Soft," she murmurs, locking Kelsey's anxious stare with her gaze. "You're so lovely, Kelsey..."

It's a shock when Carla leans in and traces the line of Kelsey's lips with her tongue. She gasps, the action giving Carla the opportunity to slip the tip of her tongue into Kelsey's slightly open mouth.

"Just a little kiss, baby," moans Carla, her lips pressing against Kelsey's cheek once more. She keeps up the gentle pressure, sighing, fingers going into Kelsey's thick hair. Some strands fall loose when Carla disturbs the clip holding Kelsey's hair in place. "Tongue," Carla murmurs again. "Come on, darling," she sighs, moving closer so her breasts are squeezed against Kelsey's boobs. "Give me the tip of your pink tongue."

The sensations are subtle but effective. The narcotic sigh of Carla's voice hooks Kelsey: there's no denying her body's response to the sound. Her libido thrums, a pulse finding life between her legs. She feels the urgency in the press of Carla's palms against her cheeks, the stealthy slide of the woman's tongue eliciting a burst of desire for more of the same while Carla demands her complete attention with her eyes.

Kelsey moans softly, her brain urging her to pull back or push Carla away while her insides clench and her body wakes.

"Tongue," urges Carla, the word almost inaudible. Her hands move from Kelsey's face, down over the younger woman's shoulders as Carla eases back and slides her palms over the full outer flanks of Kelsey's breasts. She teases both nipples with her thumbs, Kelsey sighing in response.

"Oh God," Kelsey breathes, her head moving side-to-side. "I can't ... Carla, we shouldn't..." she gulps. Even as she says it the need to feel Carla's gentle kisses yaws in the pit of her stomach, an aching void that has her squirming and moving in closer her lips parting.

Carla leans in when the tip of Kelsey's tongue appears. "No, darling, come on," she mutters as Kelsey balks and pulls back a second before Carla's tongue comes into contact. "It's so sweet, my lovely," she coos while sandwiching Kelsey's cheeks between her hands once more. Rising higher out of the water Carla uses the superior position to dominate Kelsey. She presses close and licks Kelsey's lips, the American's mouth opening in response, which gives Carla her opportunity to slip her tongue inside.

When Kelsey's tongue flicks against her own, Carla moans into the woman's open mouth. "That's it, baby," Carla breathes, gazing into Kelsey's eyes. "Soft kisses. Lovely kisses. It's so sweet, Kelsey. God," she sighs, throat working. "I could kiss you all night. You're so beautiful."

Kelsey grunts and attempts to pull away when Carla returns for a more forceful kiss. "Carla, please..." she tries, wriggling and turning her face away.

But Carla is insistent, gentle but unyielding as she turns Kelsey's frightened face back to her. "Don't you like it?" she asks, pecking Kelsey's lips with her own. "I think you like it really, Kelsey." Two more quick kisses and Carla continues with, "But you're scared, aren't you, poppet?" Carla kisses Kelsey again, this time gently pulling the other woman's lower lip between her teeth. "You don't have to worry, Kelsey," Carla whispers while caressing Kelsey's breasts with both hands. "Just kiss me, darling. Go with it. Listen to your body." Her thumbs tease Kelsey's elongated nipples, both teats thick points of arousal that betray the woman's true feelings.

When Carla goes in for another kiss it turns into a full-on snog. Kelsey gasps and moans and opens her mouth to accept Carla's squirming tongue. She returns the kiss with enthusiasm, lust an arterial burst inside her. Heat floods Kelsey's vulva. She feels her sex swelling, pussy oiling while the kiss rolls on and on, Carla growing more agitated the longer they're joined together.

"Yes," Carla murmurs, her smile beaming while pouring emotion into Kelsey's consciousness through her eyes. "That's it, sweetheart. Isn't it divine?"

Then they're at it again, with Kelsey moaning, desire bubbling when Carla takes her arm and moves it to where she can embrace the older woman around her torso.

"Hold me, darling," breathes Carla during a quick break. "Hold me tight. Kiss me. Feel me."

"Yuh-you've got a great body," Kelsey stammers while her hands move over Carla's skin. "You're toned and tan ... I don't know why you're so hard on yourself."

"But you're absolutely exquisite," Carla replies, moving in to suck Kelsey's bottom lip. "You must turn heads when you wear a bikini," she comments, a finger tracing the line where Kelsey's fading suntan meets the paler skin.

"Men look, yeah," Kelsey replies, rolling her eyes.

"I should bloody well hope so," says Carla, squashing her breasts against Kelsey's front.

They kiss again, with Kelsey's hands racing the unfamiliar contours of another woman's body. She's vaguely appalled by what she's doing. Kelsey knows guilt will follow but she simply can't help herself. She's drugged by a strong cocktail of impressions and feelings and emotion. It's weird, but despite loving her husband and never before having felt the urge to be intimate with a woman, the moments she's shared so far with Carla in the bath have thrilled her so much she can't stop herself.

Inside her head Kelsey convinces herself it will be a one-time deal, something never to be repeated. She tells herself it's a blip, she's experimenting - a girl-on-girl isn't really cheating. Hell, if Jim were here he'd be grinning and jerking off... 

"If I had a body like yours," Carla is saying, "I'd be prancing around in the nuddy all the time." She kisses Kelsey one more time, easing out of the water, their tongues continually sliding and writhing together until Carla stands upright. "Dear God," Carla breathes, agog when Kelsey also stands clear of the water. "Turn around," she urges, a squeak of delight slipping from her when she sees Kelsey's taut derriere. "That is simply the most perfect backside I've ever seen," Carla gasps. "Oh my God..." 

She steps out of the tub, narrowly missing the wine glass on the floor she's so occupied with running her hands over Kelsey's supremely crafted buttocks.

"God, the tan-lines," she breathes. "I want to see you in your bikini someday, Kelsey. Perhaps I should take you to our villa in Spain?" Carla turns Kelsey to face her again. She offers a helping hand and guides the other woman from the bath.

They kiss when Carla wraps a towel around Kelsey's body.

"Come on," Carla says, grabbing another towel while taking Kelsey's hand. "Let's go to bed."

The Bedroom

For Kelsey it's the kissing that makes it so different. Carla's soft yet insistent lips are like nothing she's experienced in the past. Jim is always so forceful, so dominant - whereas Carla manages to exert a level of control which guides more than forces Kelsey to submit to the older woman's will. Carla imposes authority and then relinquishes some of the control, allowing Kelsey to lead from time-to-time, her enthusiasm soaring.

Carla's touch is another element of surprise for the American: caresses instead of urgent groping; her fingers and lips finding places Kelsey had no idea could turn her on so much.

They're not even fully in the bedroom yet. They're standing just beyond the ensuite doorway locked in an embrace while they explore one another, tongues sliding in a serpentine dance as Carla's fingers push through Kelsey's hair and the clip finally gives up.

"You're stunning," Carla murmurs, her eyes soaking up every detail of Kelsey's face.

"Thank you," Kelsey replies, oddly shy considering what's been going on for the past quarter of an hour.

The younger woman finds herself engaged in more tender kissing while being led to the bed. Carla walks backwards, taking Kelsey with her. When the backs of her legs come into contact with the bed she slips the towel from Kelsey's body.

Carla drops her own towel and they're both naked, hands gliding over soft skin until Carla topples backwards. A yelp of surprise bursts out of Kelsey as they fall against the mattress, the American on top of the older woman.

"You're in charge," Carla smirks, amused eyes on Kelsey's face a few inches above her. "Having fun?" she breathes.

Kelsey's lips twist into a moue of consideration as she quickly ponders the question. She hasn't thought of the situation in those terms before, so far it's been a case of the scene carrying her along. Other than a brief moment of clarity in the bath she hasn't done much analysing, but now the question is out there she realises she's having immense fun. It isn't her husband beneath her but she'll deal with the emotional fall-out later. Kelsey is a little heady from the wine and drunk on the kissing, but regardless of how she's going to feel in the morning she wants more of this woman's lips and tongue.

"I'm having so much fun," Kelsey grins, eyes rolling.

Carla's smile broadens. "Good," she murmurs, a hand going to the back of Kelsey's head. "Kiss me."

***

She didn't notice the pressure between her legs at first. Kelsey was too caught up in the texture of Carla's tongue and the tingles of pleasure she experienced when the other woman teased her nipples to thick elongated points of tingling flesh with her lips and teeth. Then it dawns her pussy is sluicing, pleasure radiating in waves while Carla eases her thigh back and forth, the tight spongy muscle goading tingles of arousal from Kelsey's cit.

It's soft and subtle and brings gasps of delight from Kelsey when the reason slowly percolates through. "God," she breathes, "I never knew..."

Carla chuckles, a deep rich sound steeped in erotic joy. "I've been fucking women for years," she purrs, hands going to Kelsey's buttocks. "I can turn you on in ways you've never imagined."

The casual delivery of the obscenity sends a leaden sinker of urgent desire to the pit of Kelsey's stomach. She gulps as her insides clench, carnal need suddenly imperative. She squirms while Carla's fingers knead her bottom, the older Englishwoman finishing by slapping a hand against one cheek, the weight of her thigh between Kelsey's legs a constant delight against her vulva.

"My God," Carla croaks. "I simply cannot get over how firm you are."

Kelsey laughs. "My ass," she chuckles, "always gets a lot of attention." She looks down at Carla with a rueful smile. "I work at it. In the gym ... You know, with the jogging too."

Carla returns Kelsey's smile, nodding. "I think I'll start jogging," she purrs.

Then they're kissing and moaning, with Kelsey's hips jerking convulsively while she presses her sex tighter against Carla's thigh.

***

It isn't enough to get Kelsey there. The pleasure is intense and her pussy is swollen, her clit a bundle of tingles. She's close but needs something more.

"There's no rush, sweetheart," Carla breathes when she sees Kelsey's tortured expression. "We've got ages. We've got all tonight and all day tomorrow. The boys will be playing with their cars, darling. We've oodles of time for our little bit of fun."

Air hisses from Kelsey's nose. "I'm so turned on," she whines, jaw tensing. "I need to come."

Carla chuckles, her expression feline while she murmurs, "Oh you'll come, sweetie." She nods quickly. "I promise you. Aunty Carla will take care of that."

Carla pulls Kelsey's face down to hers, the woman's thick, streaked-blonde hair falling over them both. They kiss with burning ardour until Carla's hand on Kelsey's shoulder signals her intent.

The American goes with it, allowing Carla to manoeuver her through an easy roll, their positions reversed.

After a final quick peck at Kelsey's lips, Carla levers upright. "Turn over," she mutters, twirling a forefinger. "On your front. Let me get a look at your gorgeous arse."

Kelsey is quick to comply, resting her forward weight on her elbows while angling her hips and tilting her pelvis, her rounded posterior lifting at Carla's urgent demand. She knows the effect this pose will have, Jim has raved about the view often enough. 

She waits, buttocks presented while Carla gazes at her core.

"Sweet Jesus," the Englishwoman breathes when she sees the scarlet, glistening gape, with Kelsey's meaty labia dangling. She reaches for the tensed twin globes and splays Kelsey's buttocks, the folds parting further with tacky reluctance as the dark roundel of the woman's sphincter is exposed.

"My pussy?" Kelsey asks, straining to twist round so she can look back at Carla. She nods and continues before Carla can formulate a reply. "Yeah, I know. I used to be so embarrassed about it. I mean, just look at them. Jim says I must've been gang-banged in college, but he's wrong. It's just the way I'm made."

Carla studies the ungainly lips, teasing one trembling fold with her thumb. "It's gorgeous," she sighs, sliding the same thumb over Kelsey's slippery clit. "You're gorgeous. I'm going to devour you."

Kelsey squeaks in surprise when Carla's tongue dabs at her sphincter. "Oh!" she yelps. "My ass!"

"I know, darling," Carla replies, pausing momentarily before going back to it, her tongue squirming deeper into the taboo smudge.

She goes at Kelsey with everything she has. Carla laps and licks, she probes and slurps while holding the woman's hips, mouth pressed against Kelsey's intimate places, her tongue exploring a pussy sodden with lust. She dabs at Kelsey's anus occasionally, each expeditionary wriggle bringing a gasp of appalled delight from the American.

Kelsey squirms and moans, pleasure whining out of her. She thinks it's the single most erotic experience of her life - when she's capable of coherent thought that is. Who would have known her body was capable of so much intense pleasure from such an unlikely source!? Carla's tongue squirming into her rectum is the best: nasty and wrong and so fucking good.

"Oh God ... Oh Jesus," Kelsey blasphemes, her orgasm simmering. "This is ... Oh shit ... This ... I ... You..."

"I'm going to make you come, you beautiful bitch," hisses Carla. She rises up onto her knees and grabs at Kelsey's hips, turning the American woman bodily so she's laid on her back, legs wide.

Kelsey's face falls slack when Carla drops down and resumes her oral assault, a finger probing the younger woman's opening.

"Oh my God," drawls Kelsey, wall-eyed with the pleasure of it when another finger slides alongside the first. She gasps and levers up onto her elbows, torso angled, chin on her chest, legs folding at the knees. Staring into Carla's eyes, with the older woman licking her clit, Kelsey feels the simmering climax rise to the boil. "I'm going to come," she squeals, teeth clenched. "Jesus, Carla," Kelsey snorts. "What the fuck are you doing to me? Keep rubbing me there. Oh ... Oh fuck..."

Carla keeps her fingers inside Kelsey as she once again rises to her knees. Her wrist is goose-necked, the tips of her fingers working the special place she can feel in there, the rough little patch against the spongy softness that has Kelsey squirming and gasping, wide-eyed and spitting like a feral animal trapped in a corner.

"Come on, baby," Carla murmurs, expression intent, gaze fixed on the other woman's face.

With her free hand, Carla mauls Kelsey's breasts. She then leans in to suck both nipples before moving up to slip her tongue into Kelsey's mouth.

The American grunts and wails into Carla's open mouth. Kelsey's chest heaves, stomach tensing, her legs juddering in spasm while the muscles in her thighs shiver with nerveless tremors. She falls back against the bed, a hand reaching for Carla's wrist.

"That's it," Carla breathes, her own big breasts swaying as she works vigorously at Kelsey. "Come ... yes, that's it. Come for aunty."

The familial reference makes Kelsey groan. It's perverted and wrong, yet the sheer wrongness of it has her orgasm spiking. She groans and gasps, teeth clenched, nose wrinkled as she snarls nonsense at Carla.

"That's a good girl," Carla grins, fingers smacking Kelsey's clit. "Let it all out, my darling," she coos, leaning in for another kiss.

Finally, eventually, Kelsey cools. Her climax tapers and she lays out all sprawling limbs, chest heaving as she sucks in deep draughts of air. She lies there for some time, eyes fixed on the ceiling, occasional moans and gasps escaping from her.

Carla sits on the bed in a mermaid pose while surveying her handiwork, one hand slowly caressing Kelsey's unblemished skin.

"Oh my God," Kelsey mutters, levering up onto her elbows. She gazes at Carla, agog. "That was just-" The American breaks off and shakes her head in wonder. "I don't know," she adds, cheeks ballooning. "I had no idea..."




Kelsey Loves the Kissing



A delighted laugh comes from Carla. She grins and winks and, in the second before her mouth touches Kelsey's lips, murmurs, "There's more to come, my darling girl. Lot's more."

Into the evening

Carla allows little time for a recovery. She settles herself over the supine woman on straight arms and then ducks in for more kissing.

"My tits," Carla hisses, her own need urgent. "Suck my tits, Kelsey."

Desire flares anew when Kelsey feels the dense weighty mass of Carla's breasts in her hands. She squeezes and kneads tit-flesh, the size and shape and texture of Carla's body so much different to her own. She finds it odd - the heavy globes are so familiar to her touch yet so strange, so like her own but so not the same at all.

She cranes up, straining slightly as she lifts her head to take one long, thick nipple between her lips.

"God yes, baby," Kelsey hears Carla sigh. "Both of them. Yes, that's it, sweetheart."

Kelsey suckles each teat in turn, the flesh extending as Carla moans softly. Then she becomes aware of the Englishwoman's thighs squeezing one of her own and it dawns that Carla is using her leg as a rubbing post.

"Do you want me to lick you?" the American breathes. "I've never done it before," she adds as Carla looks down at her. "But I'll do my best. If you want me to, I'll lick your pussy."

"Yes please," Carla squeaks.

She ducks in for a final time to plant a quick kiss against Kelsey's lips; then she's up on her knees and clambering over the other woman's torso, her depilated mound hovering over Kelsey's face.

Kelsey has time to notice pink lips peeping from the fleshier outer labia. She sees the shiny prepuce hooding Carla's clit glistening with arousal as she reaches up to take hold of the other woman's hips. Her fingers dig into the flesh of Carla's buttocks, the muscle firm despite the Englishwoman's earlier disparaging comments about her own body.

Then she's enveloped in the musk of Carla's sex, the scent fresh after their recent bath. It's another first: the aroma of a woman aroused; female genitalia smearing desire over her chin and mouth and cheeks while her tongue takes an experimental and surprisingly arousing few licks at slippery flesh.

"My cunny," Carla whines, her clit bumping over Kelsey's nose. "Kiss it, my lovely girl. Lick me. Flick my bean with your tongue..."

The vernacular is new to Kelsey but she gets the message, slurping and lapping at whatever part of Carla she can reach with her tongue.

It isn't a raging success, a result owing a lot to the awkwardness of Carla's positioning and ever-increasing tendency towards wriggling vigorously. Kelsey does her best but can't get Carla to the peak she is so desperately striving for. In the end, after five full minutes of frantic action Carla concedes defeat and falls away sideways.

"Let me get there with my fingers," she grunts at Kelsey, thighs wide, three stiff digits fucking into her opening.

Kelsey looks on, mouth hanging open while she watches the Englishwoman working at herself. The obscene squelching of Carla's body around her fingers sends a thrill of desire through Kelsey. She sits on the bed and gazes, her own thighs going wide so she can stroke her sodden pussy.

"God yes," Carla snarls, her hot-eyed stare fixed on where Kelsey's fingers are busy at her thick-lipped sex. "Let's wank together, Kelsey," she whines, head lolling, ponytail swishing along her back. The Englishwoman recovers and smirks at the American. "Let me come and then I'll give you a little surprise," she purrs, a sob bursting free a moment later.

***

When she sees it, Kelsey goes up onto one straight arm from resting on her elbow. She's on the bed, boggling at what Carla has just walked in with.

"Oh my God!" Kelsey cries. "What the hell are you going to do with that?"

Carla holds it up, the straps dangling. "Well, the general idea is, my dear ... I'm going to fuck you with it." She waves the length of moulded latex, the dildo waggling. "I don't know about you, Kelsey," Carla smirks, "but I don't get ultimate satisfaction unless I've got something inside me." Her head cants to one side and Carla pouts, continuing with, "I absolutely adore the girl-girl thing - I really do. I love the tenderness and the kissing and the intimacy of being with another woman. But I do need something solid inside me to get off properly."

"Oh Jesus," Kelsey mutters. "I don't believe this, Carla," she adds, gulping, eyes fixed on the strap-on. "You're crazy."

"Good crazy or bad crazy?" Carla asks, giving the dildo's big bell-end a lascivious lick. She pops the cock-head between her lips, cheeks concave as she sucks. Carla laughs when she pulls the thing free of her mouth, positioning the length in front of her while arranging the straps around her hips. "What do you think, Kelsey?" Carla purrs, her fist jacking the knobbed shaft. "You ready for me?"

A minute or two later, after some heavy kissing and a few licks of Kelsey's sex, Carla settles between the other woman's thighs and aims the domed head at her opening.

"Oh fuck," the American groans when Carla lunges. "I don't believe I'm here. I don't believe I'm doing this."

Carla goes at Kelsey for several minutes. She kneels up and holds the other woman's waist, the dildo working in-and-out while Kelsey gasps and moans and rises up to meet the robust instroke.

Then the pair are locked in a tight embrace, breasts squashed between them, tongues dancing until Carla goes up onto her hands, pelvis moving in short jerky thrusts.

Kelsey's arms are stretched over her head, hands braced against the headboard, buttocks off the bed, abdominal muscles taut as she strains towards another climax.

"No," Carla gasps. "Not yet."

The dildo slides out of Kelsey, the shaft sullied with blobs of creamy lust. The woman blurts a protest, her cry turning into a yelp when Carla roughly rolls her onto her front.

"Up!" Carla growls, a palm smacking Kelsey's left buttock. "Lift up," she demands, another stinging slap landing on the left cheek.

"Okay," Kelsey gasps. "Jesus..."

Then she groans, head lolling forward when Carla eases in behind her and slides the dildo into her body.

"I can see it going in," Carla gasps, gazing at the sight of Kelsey's cunt accommodating the dildo's girth. "Bloody hell, Kelsey ... Your cunny...

"Oh god!" Carla blurts. "It's gorgeous watching this thing going in. you're so bloody lovely, Kelsey."

A few desperate minutes later Kelsey is on her elbows, pelvis tilted with Carla looming over her. Kelsey angles herself to take as much rubber cock as she can. It's lewd and crude and exciting. The American woman offers herself to Carla, pussy at the other woman's mercy while Carla gnaws her lower lip and squints at Kelsey's superb rear-end with intense concentration.

"Fuck me," Kelsey groans, a fistful of bed cover in both hands. She claws at the bed, moaning and gasping while urging Carla to do her worst.

The Englishwoman works Kelsey hard. She's robust, forceful while pumping energetically, the other woman on hands and knees, submissive and receptive.

Kelsey moans and grunts, sometimes pushing back, heels of her hands pressed into the bed while at others she leans forward and simply offers herself to Carla. She babbles and mutters obscenities, foul words she wouldn't use in front of her husband, succumbing to the dark urges she has no trouble articulating to the woman pumping at her with the strap-on.

Then it comes. Kelsey's climax hits her with the force of a train. She squeaks a warning and then judders, eyelids in spasm while her mouth gapes and she blurts in delight.

"Get up," Carla grunts, hips working as she fucks the dildo in-and-out. She tugs Kelsey's hair, urging her lover to rise up onto her knees.

Kelsey goes up with Carla's arms encircling her brisket, the Englishwoman's hands closing over Kelsey's breasts.

"Turn your head," Carla snarls, thrusting up hard, the dildo corkscrewing into Kelsey. "Kiss me. Come on, bitch ... Kiss me while you come," she adds in a croaking gasp.

Kelsey comes. She climaxes heavily in a snorting, squirming paroxysm of grunts and gasps and squeaks. Her arm goes back to encircle Carla's body as far as she can reach. She tilts her face to the ceiling and sobs her desire while Carla mumbles at her to turn her face towards her.

Carla's arms are around Kelsey's torso, hands cupping the other woman's breasts, fingers squeezing tit-flesh. "Come for me, my little pet," Carla snorts, desire a maelstrom inside her while marvelling at the aesthetics of the divine works of art cupped in her palms. "Tomorrow I'm going to introduce you to Marion. She's going to love you. There's more of this, you gorgeous sweet girl."

They kiss, which is more a wild licking at each other's tongue than any intimate sharing of emotion. It's purely carnal, an atavistic exchange as Kelsey comes, her instincts regressing to a primordial time.

Then Carla grunts while following Kelsey down onto the bed, the other woman collapsing facedown.

"Oh shit ... Oh fuck," Kelsey gasps, only vaguely aware of what it is Carla is suggesting. She can feel hot breath wafting over the nape of her neck while the big dildo stirs her insides. It's incredible, she loves it, this experience is an awakening and Kelsey wants more. In the moment, with Carla's weight on top of her, her pussy stuffed full of fake cock and her orgasm boiling Kelsey will agree to anything.

"Those silly men and their rally cars," Carla adds, leaning in as low as she can. "They should stay at home with us where the real fun is."

Kelsey turns her face to the sound. She twists, craning round until she can see her lover's face.

"I don't want them," Kelsey moans. "Not when we're doing this together. I don't want a man here."

Carla smirks and nods, pelvis slowing but never completely still as she murmurs, "And Marion, darling." She ducks in and kisses Kelsey's mouth. "Tomorrow, sweetie," she purrs, easing in deeper to make the other woman groan. "I'll get Marion to come over. She's a rally widow too. The three of us can have a few drinks and a chat and then get to know one another better."

A long kiss follows. Tongues slide and writhe together. Kelsey moans and Carla chuckles.

"Does that sound like something you might enjoy, Kelsey, darling? Rally widows fucking?"

"God yes, Carla," Kelsey gasps. "Yes please..."



Kelsey Needs a Ride



It had been a long day for me. I gave all four of my history classes exams, and was in the process of grading them when I heard a knock on my office door. I looked at my watch and just as I suspected it was getting late. Who would be knocking at 7 pm I wondered?

I called out "The door isn't locked, come on in." As the door opened I looked up to see who it was. It was Kelsey Blair, one of my students. "What brings you here at this hour Kelsey?" I asked.

"Well," she stammered, "I was sort of wondering if I might catch a ride with you?'

"Yes, I suppose I could give you a lift."

A smile flashed across her face as she said, "Thanks Mr. Saunders. I was in the library working on a report when I realized I missed the last bus going out to my house."

Wow! This might prove to be a very interesting ride. You see it was just a little over a week ago that Kelsey had come on to me in a not so subtle way. Not only did she flash me and masturbate during class, after everyone had left the room she gave me a whiff of her sweet womanly scent. Along with shall we call them, words of endearment? Anyway, hoping not to be too obvious, I looked her over from head to toe as I told her "I'm just about finished here and I'll be ready to go in about five minutes."

Kelsey took a seat across the room as I gathered up my papers and put them in my briefcase. God, she's a good looking young lady. I'm guessing five eight, one hundred ten pounds, and without a doubt, cute as a button. And the way she is dressed, tight blue sweater and equally tight jeans display her orange-sized breasts and her tight little ass in all their glory. 

We make our way to the car and as we head out of the parking lot Kelsey tells me where she lives. It turns out we don't live that far apart. Her parents' condo is about a half mile from mine. While we make small talk, nothing is said about the incident of a week ago. She's got to know I'm thinking about it, doesn't she? Jeez, I wonder if she is thinking about it. Soon enough we're driving through the entrance gates of her complex and heading to the back where she lives. 

I find a visitors' parking space and bring the car to a halt. "Well, here we are Kelsey. What else can I do for you?" 

She looks at me with a pouty mouth and asks, "Would you mind going in with me. My parents are away for a few days and I'd feel much safer if you came in with me."

Hey, what's a guy going to do? "Sure, I'd be glad to go in with you."

Once inside we take a look around and everything appears to be okay. "I don't think you have any goblins in here so I better hit the road." But before I can take two steps Kelsey grabs my arm and pulls me to her.

"Hey, what's the rush? There's cold beer in the fridge, would you like one? It's the least I can do for driving me home."

Hell, I know I should leave but all I can think about is what happened a week ago and how I'd love to continue on.

"I'll tell you what, one beer and then I've got to go," I told her.

Kelsey tells me to make myself comfortable as she almost sprints to the kitchen. Soon she's back with the beer she promised and a coke for herself. She sits on the sofa beside me and soon we're making small talk about everything from school to politics. As we continue to chat I can't help but notice Kelsey is practically in my lap. She is so close I can feel her warm breath on my neck as she speaks. And I don't know what kind of perfume she's wearing but it has turned me on ever since she walked into my office over an hour ago.

Out of the blue Kelsey suddenly changes the topic. "Mr. Saunders, do you think I'm attractive?"

Damn, what am I going to say? It looks like a catch 22 to me. So being both polite and honest I tell her, "Yes, Kelsey you're very attractive. I'm sure you must have a ton of guys hitting on you constantly?"

"There are some guys who hit on me." She says, "But I'm just not into them. I really have this thing for older guys," she continues. "You know someone like you; someone mature and experienced."

Now sooner than she's finished speaking I feel her hand on my thigh. Ever so slowly she strokes my thigh and with each stroke she gets closer to my now throbbing cock. Soon her hand is in my lap swirling around and around teasing my cock to attention. I can feel her warm breath on my neck as she places little kisses here and there. Man, my brain tells me I should get up and run for the door, but my cock tells me, "Sit still fool, when you gonna get another opportunity like this."

The next thing I hear is Kelsey whispering in my ear, "I want to suck your cock, baby. I want to suck your big hard cock and let you cum in my hot little mouth."

Goddamn, I thought I was going to explode right then and there. I turned to her and as our lips met I gently took hold of head. As we kissed my hands wandered down her back pulling her to me. Her hard pointy breasts felt so good against my chest. Soon my hands found their way under her sweater and I gently massaged her back as we continued to kiss. 

With expert precision Kelsey soon had my belt undone and my pants open, and my swollen cock in her hands. Ever so gently she gripped my cock with one hand and methodically stroked me as she circled the head with the wet finger tips of her other hand. On my, this girl was good. It wasn't long before she pulled her mouth from mine and lowered her head to my crotch. Soon her tongue replaced her wet finger tips and she swirled the head of my cock until I almost couldn't take it. Then I could feel her hot breath as she took me into her mouth. Oh my God! Slowly she swallowed my entire cock and began sucking and licking me into a frenzy. She would raise her head just to the point of releasing it, and then tongue me to near submission before engulfing my cock again. As she repeated this over and over all I could do was lie back against the sofa and run my fingers through her hair. 

As she licked and sucked my cock she ran one hand under my shirt and up and down my chest. Her other hand found its way to my balls. She gently caressed them by sliding her finger nails in a continuous upward motion on the underside tantalizing me even more. This went on for what seemed like an eternity. Somehow she must have sensed I was getting ready to cum because she released my balls and began stroking my cock again as she continued to suck. 

And oh, she was right. Her sucking finally brought me to the point of no return and hot creamy cum began to flow from my cock into her sweet little mouth. And let me tell you, she didn't waste a drop. As cum oozed out of her tiny mouth and flowed down her chin, she scooped it up with her fingers and sucked it down too. She was still stroking my cock as she wiped the last of my cum from her flushed face. If ever a picture was worth a thousand words, this was the time. I can't remember when I've seen a woman looking sexier than Kelsey did at that moment.

As my head stopped spinning and my heart returned to its normal rhythm Kelsey stood up and walked out toward the kitchen. Soon she returned with a warm wash cloth and proceeded to clean us both up. As I looked into Kelsey's eyes I told her I'd really like to return the favor but it would have to be some other time. Not only did I have over a hundred papers left to grade by tomorrow morning, I wasn't sure I had enough stamina to give her the attention she so duly deserved.

She looked me in the eyes and said, "Okay, but only if you promise to come back."

I put my arms around her and pulled her close and said, "Kelsey, love, I promise I'll be back." 

After getting my pants back on we walked to the door and had one long passionate kiss before I headed out to my car and drove away. 

To be continued...



Kelsey Needs Help



Even though it was Saturday night, I had decided to skip the bar scene in favor of a quiet night alone watching television. My little escapade with Kelsey the night before had more than satisfied my sexual needs for the time being. At least that's what I thought. 

I was home watching the final few minutes of the Lakers' game when my phone rang. Much to my surprise it was Kelsey. You may remember Kelsey, one of my history students. She's the sexy little number who not only masturbated for me in class, but also gave me dynamite blowjob last night? 

"Hi Kelsey, what's going on?" I asked.

"I really hate to bother you Mr. Saunders, but there's a problem with the electricity at my house and I didn't know who else to call."

I remember her saying her folks were out of town, but electrical problems aren't my specialty. "You know Kelsey maybe you should call an electrician. I'm really not that knowledgeable about electricity."

"Gee Mr. Saunders I wouldn't have any idea who to call. That's why I called you." she replied.

She had a point. She was only eighteen, and all alone. I had to do something I guess. "Tell you what," I said. "Let me get dressed and I'll come over and we'll see if we can figure it out."

It was a short drive to her house and she was waiting outside the front door when I drove up. The street lights were on and the other condos appeared to have electricity. Maybe it was just a breaker or something. I grabbed my flashlight and proceeded up the steps to the porch where Kelsey was waiting. She was standing there barefoot wearing a long white t-shirt with some kind of weird print on it. It was too dark to tell if she was wearing anything underneath but that didn't keep my imagination for going on an erotic journey. 

"It's a good thing it's warm out tonight," I teased.

"When the power went off I was afraid to stay inside by myself and it was too dark to find any clothes," she replied.

"Let's go inside and see if we can figure out what's going on. Do you have any idea where the breaker box is?" I could tell by the look on her face that she didn't not know where it was. I was also sure she didn't have a clue as to what a breaker box was. 

"Never mind, it's probably in the garage. How do we get there," I asked?

She took the flashlight from me and led the way. Once inside the garage the breaker box was easy to spot. It was on the far wall directly across from us. 

"Shine the light over towards the far wall I told her," as I made my way across the vacant room. I opened the box and almost immediately I knew what the problem was. Someone had pulled the main breaker. I'm not sure how or why the main breaker got turned off but if I was a betting man I'd say it was done on purpose. And since Kelsey was the only one home I had to assume she was the guilty party. Rather than confront her about it I decided to play dumb and see what she had up her sleeve, or should I say her t-shirt?

The minute I flipper the breaker the interior lights inside the house came on. "There we go. All fixed and good as knew," I told her.

"Thanks Mr. Saunders. I don't know what I'd do without you. First it was the ride home last night and now fixing the electricity. I guess I owe you big time, huh?"

"Hey, what are teachers for," I replied. "You still have some cold beer in the fridge? I'll take one of those and call it even."

Once again I found myself sitting on the sofa in the living room while Kelsey retrieved me a beer. I hate to admit it, but naughty thoughts were running through my mind as I watched her sashay into the kitchen. Now that the lights were on it was obvious she wasn't wearing anything underneath the t-shirt. Holy shit, I hadn't been here more than ten minutes and my cock was already beginning to stir. Kelsey returned with the beer and sat across from me in an oversized arm chair. As she pulled her legs up under her I caught a glimpse of her dark black pubic hair. I could also see her nipples standing at attention and pressing against her t-shirt. Jesus, this girl is only eighteen but she is sexier and more provocative than many of the women I normally date. 

As I drink my beer and we make small talk I can see Kelsey's t-shirt begin to ride up higher and higher as she moves and shifts in the chair. It isn't long before she draws her legs up against her chest and folds her hands across her knees. And even though her legs are closed she is still putting on quiet a show. Not only is her pubic hair much more visible, I was also getting a glimpse of her labia. I couldn't help but stare at her and there was really no way to be inconspicuous about it. Hell, what am I worried about I thought to myself? She knows exactly what she's doing. And what she's doing was working. I put my half finished beer on the end table next to the couch and walk toward Kelsey. Without either of us saying a word, I position myself directly in front of her and drop to my knees. 

Kelsey pulls up her t-shirt and spreads her legs as I maneuver my face between her thighs. And God is she beautiful. Her labia is bright pink and moist. Her lips are slightly parted lying in wait for my anxious tongue. I can already smell her sweet womanly scent before I even get a taste of her secret treasure. I gently kiss her inner thighs before slowly working my way toward her moist little pussy. I place my hands on her inner thighs and spread her just a little as my tongue glides up and down her glistening lips. She moans softly as I continue to stroke her with my tongue. Her taste is tangy yet sweet as her juices slowing flow onto my mouth. With one thumb I raise the hood that covers her shinny pearl, and gently flick my tongue against it. She grabs my head and pulls my face tight against her hot pussy. Her moans are getting louder as I continue to nibble at her clit. With my free hand I probe the opening of her pussy with first one finger. She is so wet her pussy sucks it right in. Jesus, it's like an inferno inside her. 

"Oh God, don't stop. It feels so fucking good," she cries. "Eat my pussy baby, eat it good."

As I push another finger into her, her hips start to rotate. Her juices are flowing faster now as she arches her hips and yells out, "I'm coming, yes, feels so good. Don't stop!"

She continues to push her hips forward allowing my fingers to fully extend into her red hot juicy cunt. She's bucking so hard it's difficult for me to keep my tongue anywhere near her pussy. This goes on for about a minute until she finally relaxes and drops back into the chair. I pull my fingers out and slowly straighten up. Her eyes are closed, and her breathing is still heavy as I lean in to kiss her. With her juices still wet on my lips we kiss passionately. 

"That was so fucking hot," she says. "No one has ever made me feel that good."

"I'm glad you liked it." I thought it was pretty fucking hot too."

Kelsey leans forward and starts to unbutton my pants. There is no way I'm going to stop her. My raging cock needs relief and I'm ready to fuck this woman-child. I help her pull my pants off along with my shirt and shoes. Kelsey pulls her t-shirt over her head exposing her very firm and larger than I expected breasts. Her nipples are erect and just begging for attention. I lean in and wrap my lips around one breast and grasp the other with my hand. As I suck on one nipple and twist the other with my fingers Kelsey moans and runs her fingers through my hair. Moving my mouth to the opposite breast I reverse the action. It's been a long time since I've touched breasts as firm as hers. And her skin is so warm and soft it's almost indescribable. 

My cock is as hard as it's ever been waiting in anticipation of what's to come. I pull my mouth off her breasts and lower my hands down to her hips and proceed to pull her ass out to the edge of the chair. I push her legs apart and grab my cock and press it against her still very wet cunt. Her lips begin to part as the head of my cock slowly works its way inside. Goddamn she is tight! I push harder and soon my cock begins its journey into her sweet honey hole. Her hands are holding onto my waist as I finally reach bottom. I just hold still for a minute feeling her pussy quiver and grasp my cock.. 

She moans as I begin to pump my cock in and out slowly at first. As my rhythm increases she moans even louder. Soon my cock is pounding into her, and my balls are slapping against her ass.

"Yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," Kelsey cries out. 

That's all the incentive I needed. With my hands pulling her hips to meet my thrusts I fuck this little angel for all I'm worth. "Oh Kelsey, baby, your pussy is so tight, baby. You are so fucking good!"

Sweat is pouring down my face and my heart is racing ninety miles a minute as I continue to ram my cock into her. Her pussy is so tight it's like my cock is wrapped in a tight super snug glove. It's been a very long time since I've fucked such a tight little pussy. 

I can hear Kelsey's breathing beginning to get heavy and I can feel her cunt beginning to contract. I'm sure she's fixing to cum. I slow my pace and pull my cock almost out of her and then slowly push it back in. As I continue to fuck her she arches her back and slowly bucks her hips pushing against me. 

"Oh, yeah, baby that's it," she moans. "I'm gonna cum baby."

And suddenly she arches her hips one last time and freezes for a few seconds. I can feel her cunt contracting and sucking at my cock. That's all it took for me. 

My cock begins to pulse and soon cum begins to shoot into her. I push and pull with rapid succession a few times emptying every last drop of my love juice into her. As I slowly pull my cock from her cunt a mixture of our juices begins to ooze out of her. She slides her hand across her wet juicy lips and then licks her fingers clean. I slide the head of my cock up and down her cum covered pussy one last time before slowly removing myself from between her thighs. 

Kelsey sits up and pulls me to her, kissing me deeply, sucking my lips and tongue. She has the look of a content young woman. Totally exhausted and completely satisfied myself I'm not sure what my next move should be. Kelsey doesn't give me a chance to think about it. She climbs out of the chair and takes me by the hand. Like a lost puppy I gladly follow her down a long hallway to what turns out to be her bedroom. She pulls back the spread and we both hop in. As my head touches the pillow I can smell Kelsey's scent. She snuggles up against me and we both drift off to sleep. 

To be continued...