1 comments/ 9375 views/ 7 favorites Tasha Ch. 01 By: futafanatic This is the first story that I have ever written and will probably read as such. It is the first of many (hopefully) involving these characters and I look forward to your comments. ----------------------------- It had been a long day and the thought of going home and laying down was the only thing on my mind. As I pulled up to my duplex I noticed the lesbian couple next door, Lucy and Sophie, out on their porch. They were not only beautiful, but always positive and loved to talk. Usually I would talk to them any chance I got, but I was too damn tired. As I waved 'hi' to them I also noticed a couple of extra cars on the street. I recognized them as belonging to mutual friends of mine and my beautiful roommate, Natasha. Natasha, or Tasha, as everyone knew her, was a friend from high school and we had decided to move in together for our first year of college. We stayed in town, unlike most of our friends, and everything worked out well enough that it was now somewhere in our second year living together. It might have been weird a few times, especially since I had always had a small crush on Tasha, but who wouldn't? This woman was absolutely gorgeous. She was about 5'9" with long blonde hair and blue eyes, obvious Scandinavian heritage, and she had the wittiest personality of anyone I've ever met. My perception may be skewed, however, because she also had the most perfect breasts of all the women I know, or have seen online for that matter. They are a 30E cup size! And how do I know that? I must admit on occasion I have done some things I'm not too proud of; I've sneaked peeks at her cleavage and ass, I've masturbated to her probably a little too much to be honest, and I've also looked through certain clothing articles on rare occasions, thus knowing her bust size. I'm not going to try and justify my weakness, but I try to keep it in check as much as possible. As I walked into the side door of the house and into the kitchen, I was greeted by Tasha and our mutual friends, Megan and Erin, from the living room. They all shouted hello in unison and I waved with a soft 'hey' under my breath. I was so tired that I barely saw who was in the living room. I wandered to my room and dropped my backpack on the floor before heading to the bathroom to take a piss. After washing up and changing into a pair of gym shorts I headed into the living room to make up for my earlier half-asked attempt of a greeting. "Hey Tasha. Hey Megan. Hey Erin," addressing each of them individually as my mouth nearly dropped open from surprise. They were all in bikini tops and shorts. I have seen them at the beach before, but I certainly wasn't expecting it right now. Megan was a personal trainer and looked good in anything at about 5'6" with a pair of firm C-cup breasts. I could make out the faint outline of her nipples through her top. Erin was a bit shorter at 5'3", but made up for her shortness with at least a solid D cup. She was curvy in the best way with an ass that was the envy of every girl back in high school. Stammering a bit, I asked, "What are you girls up to?" My eyes darting back and forth, "Going to the beach?" All three began giggling in unison as Tasha muttered under her breath, "Looks like the bikini tops are doing their jobs, girls, pointing to my rising gym shorts. Then looking up at me, casually replying, "Yeah, we're just about to head down to the pier for dinner. Want to join us? I think Sophie and Lucy are coming too." Embarrassed already and trying to hide behind the recliner, "nah, I'm pretty beat. Think I'll watch something and take a nap." "Yeah, you look like you need a nap," retorted Erin with a grin as she and the other two got up from their chairs and started moving towards the door. "Can we bring you back anything?" Tasha asked. "I'm good, but thanks anyway", replying sheepishly, still embarrassed. Tasha grabbed her bag, giggling, "Oh come on, don't worry about it," nudging me in the arm, "We'll be back in a few hours, you get some rest, Dave." As the three of them left I could hear the greetings being passed back and forth on the porch with Lucy and Sophie. I looked down and realized I was half hard the entire time. 'Fuck!' I thought to myself and looked up at the ceiling. I waited a minute for the five women to leave the porch and sat in the recliner as I watched them drive away. Megan and Erin got in Tasha's car and Lucy and Sophie got in theirs. Whenever I got a chance to see Lucy and Sophie, I took full advantage. Next to Tasha, they were the two most beautiful women I knew. Sophie was an inch shorter than Tasha at about 5'8", but her breasts were out of this world. Using my knowledge of porn and all the sites with stats of stars and other women, I figured Sophie must be at least an F, probably a G-cup. When she walked, her bosom would rhythmically bounce with her shoulder length brown hair, making any other task nearly impossible. She was fit, but curvy as well; she had a near hourglass shape that made any person on the street, man or woman, do a double take. And if she was with her girlfriend then all bets were off. I'm surprised there aren't more accidents in our neighborhood from all the rubber-neckers checking them out on their nighty walks. Lucy stands just an inch shorter than me at six feet tall. Her body is truly a masterpiece that puts Michelangelo's sculptures to shame. She runs a gym downtown and seems to work out all day. There isn't an ounce of fat anywhere on her except for her perfectly shaped breasts, weighing in at about a 34D. Her jet black hair is always in a tight ponytail, showing off her tanned shoulders and ample cleavage. Watching them drive away, I relaxed a bit and turned the TV on. After flipping through all of the channels aimlessly a few times, I couldn't seem to get Tasha's bikini-clad body out of my mind. Before I knew it, my hand was in my gym shorts. Knowing that I had the whole house to myself and the fact that I can't sleep with a raging hardon, I sneaked back to Tasha's room. With the door only half shut, another moment of weakness overcame me as I peered inside. Scattered across the floor of the far wall were Tasha's dirty clothes and on her bed, I saw Megan's and Erin's beach bags. I tip-toed through her room as if someone was home and slid across the carpeted floor to Tasha's laundry. Perusing through the top of the clothing articles, I came across a lacey thong and waded it up, putting it in my pocket. Walking over to the foot of Tasha's bed, I saw Erin's bag with her street clothes on top. I noticed her panties at the top and pulled them out of her jeans leg. They were black and red and made of silk. A memory flashed into my head of a time in high school when she caught a kid in gym class smelling her while we did warm up stretches. She slapped him so hard that his face was red all week long. I also remembered sitting behind her in World History so that I could see which color thong she decided to go with that day. Needless to say, my grades slipped a bit in that class. Standing at the foot of Tasha's bed, I looked around the room, anticipating a hard slap as I lifted the silk panties to my nose and sniffed lightly. The aroma of Erin's perfect ass filled my nose and I could feel myself become even harder. I placed them back in her jeans leg exactly as I found them and moved onto Megan's bag. It was zipped halfway closed and not wanting to push my luck, I decided to only reach my hand in and see what I could feel. My hand grazed a bra and my dick responded instantly. I went deeper in the bag and could feel a hard plastic cylinder. I held it in my hand and instantly realized what is was, a dildo. I took it from Megan's bag and admired it, knowing full well where it had been. It was about the same size as my cock, but tapered at the end instead of having a head of its own. Knowing full well I would never get a chance to see this guy again, I brought the 8 inch dildo to my nose and smelled its length. Being even more aroused than sniffing Erin's panties, I had to know how it tasted....how Megan tasted. I slowly took the head in my mouth and ran my tongue around it as if giving the object head. I pushed it a little deeper and sucked on it, envisioning sitting between Megan's strong legs and slowly inserting the dildo into her, teasing her. Then slowly removing it and tasting her essence dripping from the toy. From the street I heard a car door slam and was brought back to reality. I heard Tasha yell out, "Just a second, Erin. Hold on!" then footsteps coming up the walkway. Panicked, I tossed the toy back into Megan's bag and darted out of Tasha's room, running into mine and softly shutting the door just as I heard the deadbolt on the door click as Tasha barged in. "Fuck!" she exclaimed, "It's not like you don't forget your wallet every other time we go out, Erin", now muttering to herself softly from her room, "I forget mine one time and she loses her shit!" Heavy footsteps echo in the hallway as my heart beat echoes in my head. Tasha left as quickly as she came in. I laid down on my bed as my heart raced, chuckling to myself, "Shit, that was close." I laid there for a minute as I heard Tasha's car drive away and allowed my breathing to subside. I still couldn't get the image of my three beautiful friends in bikinis out of my head. I felt my cock swell again as I thought about Erin's panties and Megan's dildo....sliding in and out of her pussy, soaked in her sweet juices that I can still taste on my lips. My cock was now fully hard, thinking of Tasha's magnificent breasts and warm cleavage wrapped around my cock. My cock was ready to burst when I remembered Tasha's thong in my pocket. I pulled it out and admired it again, smelling it and savoring the odor. I took my balls and put them inside the soft lace waist. I wrapped the fabric around my sack a few times and finished by wrapping the rest of the material around the intensely hard base of my cock. Precum now coated my length as I envisioned Tasha's long and slender fingers wrapped around my cock, slowly squeezing harder. Her perfectly manicured nails stroking the underside of my dick and lightly scratching the swollen head of my member. I thought about her squeezing my balls in her strong hands as I felt the fabric pull up with every one of my strokes. Finally, I thought of Lucy and Sophie kissing and riding each other with strapons, Sophie pulling back on Lucy's ponytail from behind or fucking face to face with Lucy burying her tongue between Sophie's enormous bosom. The last thought pushes me over the edge and I erupt in ecstasy imagining it is Tasha's hand squeezing my shaft and Sophie caressing my balls. Stream after thick stream cascades over my hand and stomach as my eyes roll back into my head. With a final orgasmic shudder, I stretched out on my bed as I felt sleep finally coming to give me even more release from the day. I wiped up my mess with my shirt and tossed it to the floor. As I looked down, the last thing I see before I fall asleep is Tasha's soft thong hugging my cock. Now it is time for a much deserved nap. Tasha Ch. 01: Poolside Tasha was skinny dipping in the hot tub, Sammy was sure of it. It was late, past the posted hours of the pool, but she was alone and being very quiet and not disturbing anyone on this Tuesday night. It was dumb luck that he'd seen her head towards the pool and grabbed his binoculars to watch. He was worried that it would be too dark to see anything good, but he hoped the walkway lights and the ones in the pool itself might be enough to enjoy a show before he went to bed. He often wanked to the sight of her beside the pool during the day and again while imagining scenarios before he went to sleep alone. In his mind, he'd violated the girl in hundreds of ways. Tasha had turned eighteen six weeks ago and was two weeks from graduation. She and her mother lived in a large gorgeous apartment complex, courtesy of the mother's latest boyfriend. While her mother spent most weekends with her lover, Tasha spent hers lying next to the pool, imagining shy admirers watching from behind the blinds. She bent and flipped her long brown hair over her head. She smoothed sunscreen over her calves while posing languidly. She turned to her stomach and untied her skimpy top. All while imagining some broody college guy watching, or a powerful older business man. Of course, her idea of an older was thirty and the only person regularly watching was Sammy, who, while only forty-eight, was not successful, attractive or good with women. He'd pretty much given up on sex he hadn't paid for. Sammy lived on the third floor and had a perfect view of Tasha's usual spot, and after the weather had warmed, he'd bought binoculars, to properly indulge in pool watching. He watched other women at the pool of course, but Tasha was his favorite, due to her youth and obvious insecurities. Well, that and her tits and ass. But instead of slipping into the pool, she walked around to the detached hot tub and got in. This was an odd choice because the hot tub is rarely used once the weather turns warm. Obviously she couldn't turn on the bubbles without getting caught using the pool after hours. Sammy was immensely irritated because the hot tub didn't have its own light. He couldn't see a damned thing. He almost gave up and went to bed, but he kept staring, out of curiosity, since this was not standard behavior for her. His patience was rewarded when he saw her wriggle around for a minute and put something on the side of the tub, and then did it again, but this time he could tell she was taking off her top and putting it next to her. My god, he thought, the minx is out there in the shadows, naked. Sammy promptly grabbed his binoculars and his cock. He rubbed the head gently with pre-come, more excited than he could remember being, but she only sat in the water with her head laying on the edge and her eyes closed. Sammy jerked harder on his cock, but frankly, he was getting frustrated with his lack of view. Tasha felt so free and rebellious, the cool water stroking her bare pussy and her tits. She widened her legs and closed them a few times, to feel the gentle motion of the water on her mons. She wanted to touch herself. I want to cum here in the pool, that would be so dirty, she thought. She'd fought with her mom and was pissed. She felt like she just had to do something, something different, wild. And so she'd come to the pool to be alone, and inspiration had struck. It felt so dirty and rebellious to be naked in the pool where anyone could see... not that anyone could see. My god, she laughed to herself, I'd die if I was actually caught. She moved her fingers lightly over her nipples, but shied away quickly, not truly bold enough to follow through, despite the dark. Her thoughts drifted. She thought of a guy in her class and squeezed her thighs together. She thought of her school counselor and squeezed harder. She thought of her mother's boyfriend and let her fingertips graze her nipples again. She was lost in this thought when she heard something enter the water. Tasha gasped. A large pudgy man was entering the water across from her, but she couldn't see much else about him. He whispered, "Evening. Love a night swim, don't you?" "I..." "I see you out here all the time during the day, but you aren't supposed to be here now, are you?" "Um." "Don't worry, neither am I. I won't tell if you won't." She recognized Sammy now, vaguely, from the complex, but she'd never spoken to him and didn't know his name. She didn't know what to say now. She wanted to get out and go home, embarrassed. She had never wanted anything in her life as much as she wanted to reach over and put on her suit, but she didn't want to draw attention to her state of undress. It was dark enough that he couldn't know. She'd just have to wait him out. "I won't tell anything if you won't, right?" He chuckled lightly. He scooted around next to her. She sat frozen. He snaked an arm around her. She couldn't speak, couldn't move. "God, these tits. Fucking love these tits. Too bad it's so dark." He grabbed her breast with his free hand, pinching her nipple too hard. In shock, she gasped and tried to jump up, but he held firm with his arm. "Shhh, Sweetheart, don't want to wake everyone up. They'd all see your naked tits and twat. You'd hate that, right? And that's assuming they don't just call the cops. Lord knows what the cops would do to that sweet ass." His fingers rolled and pulled on her nipple, making her gasp, but she couldn't seem to say anything. She couldn't think. He rolled his hand down her body, to where her thighs clenched over her pussy. "Fuck. I'd never have guessed you shaved your puss. Didn't take you for a slut. I would have sworn you were a good girl. Are you a good girl?" He paused in his speech while twisting her other nipple, looking into her shadowed face. She nodded desperately and he smiled. "I thought so." He bent his head to her neck and tongued it with loud wet kisses. "Would you like a hickey? A huge bruise to show everyone what a slut you can be?" She shook her head wildly. "Okay. No hickey... if you open those legs. I won't give you a big love bite in a public area, if I can feel that sweet pussy." "Oh my god", she was panicking. "Oh my god." Things had gotten out of control so fast. He slipped hand to her thigh juncture and was pressing between her legs, while increasing the suction on her neck. "Make good choices, my dear. Good girl. That's my girl." He shoved his hand between her legs as she released their grip. He smiled and gently nipped at her shoulder. "Fuck. Such a pretty girl. Good girl." He gently explored her pussy lips. He lightly scratched her anus, and outlined her inner lips. "Are you are turned on? You are a surprise, aren't you? Such a pretty girl." He ran his fingers up and down her slit. He felt her slick opening and toyed with her clit, making her jump. "This isn't the pool making you wet. You are slimy with it. You slutty bitch. Sweet girl." She thought of her fantasies prior to his arrival with true regret. He slipped a finger inside of her. "Oh my god," she responded with a wince. He started stroking it in and out quickly. "Damn, are you a virgin, my sweet?" She whimpered. "Does this hurt?" She nodded. He quickly shoved a second finger in and pumped harder. Her gasps turned to quiet cries and she tried to wriggle away. He stopped with his hand deep inside her, holding her tight to his side with his arm on her shoulders. "Hold on, love. I got carried away. I won't hurt you. Shhh, shhh. Quiet there." As her weak struggles ceased, he slowly and gently began to feel inside her. Her cries stopped, if not the tears and her hips jerked as he found her g-spot. "There it is, love. There we are." He pressed his thumb to her clit and rubbed slow small circles in rhythm with his internal fingers. Within a minute, she began to moan and her hips ground against his hand. Her thighs were wide now, with her knees bent in effort to spread herself more and her hips gyrated with tension, her hands gripping the seat to get more leverage. "Like that? Yeah, that's it. Easy, aren't you? Good girl. Fuck my hand." She was moaning now, leaning back against the pool lip with her eyes closed and mouth open, thinking of her favorite actor, then her mother's boyfriend. Sammy slid his arm from her shoulders and began to gently tug her nipples. "You hot, baby? You like that?" He murmured to her as she panted. "Oh my god" she groaned. He sped up, pressing harder on her clit. She gasped twice and tensed and jerked and then abruptly relaxed against the side of the tub with a loud exhale. "That's it, baby," Sammy panted. He quickly stood up, straddled her, and jerked his cock out of his shorts. She lay out of breath, only inches from his crotch. He stared at her face, closed eyes, mouth open, panting, as he quickly jerked off. Surprising a squeak out of her as he came on her face and in her mouth. He grabbed her hair to keep her still as he finished on her. "Fuuuuuuuuck yeah, baby." Spent, he collapsed, bent double, his hands on the cement ground, arms holding him up, hovering over her. With a deep breath, he stepped away, in the water, pulling his pants up. "Damn. Thanks, sweetheart." He climbed out and heard a muffled sob come from her direction, as she rinsed her face. He smiled all the way back to his apartment, past fantasies morphing into future plans in his head. Tasha Ch. 02: The Video Sammy slowly folded his clothes, drawing out the chore, knowing that Tasha would have to come back for the tumbling dryer. He had been waiting for an opportunity to corner the girl and he figured he only had a short window before she told someone about their tryst in the hot tub. He wanted to get to her while she was still bewildered and overwhelmed emotionally. God bless naive and youthful stupidity, he thought. A few minutes alone with her in the laundry room should be enough. It had been three days since he'd found her in the hot tub and felt her up. She had been hiding in her apartment since then, as far as he could tell, only leaving for school. She hid her face behind her hair when she walked though the complex and she went out of her way to avoid the pool area. This made him confident that she was still vulnerable. She had been in an obvious hurry this afternoon, scurrying through the complex, trying to launder her clothes with the minimum amount of time outside her apartment. When he'd spotted her heading back to her apartment, he'd quickly grabbed his own basket and thrown random clothes in. He'd already folded the pile several times as slowly as he could to avoid looking like the creepy panty-snatcher type to anyone who may come by. I should grab a pair, on principle, he thought with a grin, but decided not to bother since he had fresh pussy coming his way. Tasha was concentrating on being efficient. She wanted to be safe, in her room, before people starting getting off work. She'd spent the last few days avoiding thinking about Tuesday night and it was exhausting. She had done her homework, some extra credit, read ahead and still had run out of distractions by dinner time, daily. She couldn't concentrate on TV or books and she was afraid to hang out with friends, or god-forbid her mother, because she was a terrible liar and she knew her guilt was all over her face. But the worst was when she'd try to sleep. She kept ending up masturbating endlessly thinking of the hot tub. Of course she usually (but not always) replaced Sammy with other men, but the moment after she came she was swamped with shame and disgust, and the only thing that would successfully distract her, was masturbating again. Last night, she'd finally stolen one of her mother's vibrators. Not the first time she'd played with one, but she'd never inserted it before. She'd gently put it inside of her and let it vibrate until she was almost there. But then she'd found herself shoving it in harder and harder, thinking of Sammy's fingers. Last night had left wet areas on her mattress she had to sleep around, from her marathon session. And she'd had to wash some faint blood stains left on the sheet this afternoon. Thank god her mother was out. Tasha walked into the dimly lit laundry room and went straight to the dryers, not noticing Sammy, until he said, "Need help folding those?" She jumped and looked at the large soft middle aged man standing behind and to the left of her, using the folding table. She quickly replied, "Oh god. Um, no, that's okay." She jammed the not quite dry sheets into the laundry basket as quickly as she could and turned to leave, thinking only of escape, when he quietly said, "Its Tasha, right? I'm Sammy. I wanted to thank you for the other night. I've been enjoying the video since. Remind me to send you a copy." Tasha stopped, shocked, her mind reeling. She turned back slowly. "What, um, sorry, what video?" Sammy grabbed his clothes and walked by her, trailing a finger along her cheek. "Stop by 307. I'll show you. I have amazing low-light video capabilities and I do love my souvenirs. Maybe you'd be interested in making a trade? I haven't digitalized the film, yet. Perhaps you'd be willing to give me a new trophy, one that isn't so easy to distribute publically? I'll be home after seven this evening." Sammy walked out and Tasha responded, as she typically did, with a paralyzing panic. Gotta love the stupid and scared, Sammy thought. A video? At night? Of people underwater? Filmed from an apartment a hundred feet away and twenty feet up? Sammy didn't know enough about current technology to guess what quality he could get, but he knew he wouldn't be able to afford it. He'd done enough research in the last few days to know "digitalizing" film didn't make sense either, but it didn't matter, all he needed was to convince Tasha to come to his apartment, and now he'd done that. "My panties?" she squeaked. "Yep." Sammy had his strategy firmly in mind. He'd had been worried she wouldn't show up. Or that she'd refuse to come inside. Or she'd bring her mother or something. Things just don't work this well for him in life. But no, she'd knocked at 6:57 and slid into his apartment as quickly as she could, rubbing against him in her hurry to get out of public view. Normally that would have been enough to get him hard, but he'd been jerking off for the last hour in preparation of this. He wanted to last. "I'll erase the tape, if I get the panties you are wearing right now. A trophy, you see." He could practically see the gears in her head as she thought it through and looked for new pitfalls. "But, of course, I get to take them off of you. I get to see your pussy in the light." Her eyes went wide, but they were dilating too. "Oh my god." Did the girl ever say anything else? Sammy thought. She's always studying at the pool, so I assumed the twat wasn't a twit. Sammy wouldn't have cared if she'd been retarded, of course, and in reality she was a little smart and very hard working, and he didn't care about that either. What Sammy wasn't smart enough to pick up on, was that was Tasha was getting turned on at the thought presenting herself to a man, even a man like Sammy. Sammy slowly walked up to Tasha, as she stood with her mouth gaping and put his hands high on her hips. He was nearly a foot taller, and weighed more than twice as much. He stepped forward, backing her into the couch. He looked into her eyes, not believing his luck. He turned her around, so she faced the sofa arm. He bent over her and placed her hands on the seat cushion, pushing her back with his chest and belly, so she was bent and leaning on the couch. He backed up. She kept her head down with her eyes squeezed shut. "Step back about six inches. No keep your hands there. Yes. Good girl. Legs shoulder width apart. Further. Good. You are good at doing what you are told, aren't you? Nice. Good girl." Sammy stepped up to her and bent a little with his hands on her hips, rubbing his cock against her slit through their clothes. He gripped hard, jerking her against him once. She gasped and he let go. Her eyes were still shut tight and her head down He stepped back and walked over to his desk and quickly checked his computer screen, before going back to his position a couple of feet behind her. She was wearing a buttoned blouse, shorts and sandals. The sandals would come off easily, but the shorts wouldn't, he judged. They were long, almost to the knee, but incredibly tight. He wouldn't mind wrestling them off, but he didn't want to look like an idiot. He knew he would only get his hands on this girl for as long as she was intimidated by him. "Take the top off," he ordered. "But you -" she protested, opening her eyes and jerking around to look at him over her shoulder. "Shut the fuck up. The top covers your hips and I want to see everything. You can keep the bra, but lose the top." She squeezed her eyes shut again and pulled her shirt over her head and put it on the seat in front of her. He was disappointed to see her wearing a sports bra made of three times as much cloth as her bikini tops, and covering everything. Oh well, he thought, good enough for now. "Good girl. Shorts." She paused, but then unbuttoned them and with one hand holding up her underwear, she shoved them down from the waist. She had to wiggle a bit to get them over her hips, but then they fell to the floor. She pushed them and her sandals to the side, and returned her hands to the couch. "You are such a good girl." He stepped closer and ran his hands up both sides of her spine to her shoulders and then back down to her ass and thighs. "Feet together now." He pressed her outer thighs and resisted the need to shove his full erection to her purple cotton covered ass. "So beautiful," he murmured. He hooked his thumbs under the elastic and he went to his knees drawing the innocent fabric down to her ankles. He grasped her left ankle and lifted slowly, acting as a guide, as she shifted her weight, then did the same to the other foot. He snagged the cloth and was surprised to notice it was damp. He sniffed it quickly and then shoved it deep into his pants pocket. "You sneaky tramp," he laughed, "You are wet again. You into this? You like old Sammy telling you what to do. You like being handled like the slut you are?" She jerked as if she would turn around. Sammy grabbed her toned thighs. "Be still, Twat. You aren't done yet. I've got a pussy to examine and all I can see is your ass." "Oh my god," was her muttered response. Sammy slid his hands over the outside of her thighs to her hips, then slid in, his thumbs underlining her ass, until they met under her pussy, already wet from her juices. "Tilt, Beautiful, so I can see you real good." He guided her hips up so that his face was inches from her glistening shaved pussy and anus. "My god," was all Sammy could say. It was beautiful, pink and perfect. Un-fucking-touched, Sammy thought. He'd never been this close to a teenage pussy, excepting his previous encounter with Tasha. After a reverent moment of hesitation, Sammy dived in. He licked her pussy lips. He shoved his tongue as far into her pussy as he could. Then he flicked her clit with his tongue as fast as he could. He ran his tongue around her anus in circles. This was unprecedented for him, but fuck it, he shoved his tongue in her butt. He used his hands on her hips to jerk her towards and away from him and to tilt her. Sammy had never been good at sex and certainly never good at giving head to women, and he wasn't now. He was just exploring an untamed land and fulfilling every whim as it came. However, Tasha had even less experience and was finding the absolute lack of control over events and over her body more arousing than any amount of skill. So against all odds, when Sammy started sucking on her clit and finally used one of his hands to shove a finger, then two, into her pussy, Tasha had her first non-self-induced orgasm. He kept shoving his fingers into her as she came and her pussy pulsed. She dropped her head to the couch and whispered "Oh my god oh my god oh my god..." Tasha's orgasm surprised the hell out of Sammy. He'd been carried away and barely noted her cries and gasps as he'd worked away. He'd been so involved in his work that he'd forgotten she was a person and not a new toy. But feeling her cunt spasm on his fingers was too much. He stood up and jerked his cock from his pants. With a hand on her hips and a hand on his cock, he shoved it into her pussy. She cried out, loudly, with pain and shock, but it was too late. Too late for both of them. Sammy pulled out and shove it back in and came in spurts, deep inside of her previously virgin pussy, holding her tight against his hips. "Uhhhhn. Shit." His hips jerked twice in spasms then he was still for a moment. Sammy stepped back, panting, and put his cock away. He staggered and collapsed on the couch. Huffing, he jerked her blouse from under his ass and flipped it over her shoulder, as she leaned, unmoving, against the arm. She looked up, and with only inches between them, met his eyes with tears in hers. He grinned, and panted in her face. She made some quiet muffled noises as she quickly put her clothes back on and left the apartment. It was twenty minutes before Sammy's breath returned enough for him to get up and gather the cheap phones with cameras he placed earlier. He'd wait until tomorrow to edit it all together, but he needed to make sure he'd gotten properly incriminating and identifiable footage of her. His laptop had captured a head-on shot of her face as she came that was a thing of beauty. He already had plans for her, but that now that he knew he could get her off, well that was going to require some new thinking. Shit, life was good, Sammy thought.