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Winter

By: furlickle



Father John McMurray always felt a nervous tremor run through his body when winter was approaching. It wasn't the ice wind from the Atlantic that caused this sensation. Standing in the sacristy and preparing to carry out his clerical duties, with the first chill of winter pressed to his skin, his heart always leaps at the thought of what he would soon see. 

As soon as winter came, the body of the church was transformed into a soft heavenly ocean of fur, countless thick luxuriant coats of women young and old. As the priest would lead the faithful in their prayers his heart and body would ache with the delight that teased his eyes from every direction. His very conception of heaven was there before him, tantalizingly near yet far removed because of his station in life. He ached to swim naked in that ocean of fur, to feel the rub and stroke of heaven surrounding him, and it took the most violent restraint for him to carry on with his duties. 

At communion time the congregation would line to receive their sacrament and the priest's hands would tremble as the fur wrapped goddesses stepped forward to take the host on their tongue. He couldn't help but soak in every detail of their soft skin enveloped in the primal paradise of mink, sable or fox. His mind was saturated with their smooth skin, fur and the inner sanctum of their body heat slowly increasing beneath the folds and layers. The briefest touch of fur on his skin would almost cause him to faint. 

Winter duty was a bitter sweet suffering for the poor man but all of this was nothing in comparison to the near fatal agony he felt when Tiffany would come to make her confession. She would approach in a thick cloud of delectable mink and kneel to tell the intimate matters of her life. He would keep his responses to a minimum for fear he might betray the inner struggle he was going through. 

Tiffany was a women of intuition. After a number of encounters she had no doubt the priest was in some kind of distress. She felt compassion for the man who had shown her such compassion at so many times in her life. One cold afternoon she wrapped herself in her finest fur and went to the church hoping she might find him and discover the cause of his affliction. 

She found him in the pews, kneeling and intensely praying. She slid beside him and touched the back of his head. Her fur cuff trailed over his neck and he shivered. Tiffany noticed the shiver of the priest and whispered in his ear, Father are you cold. The priest turned and faced her. Tears were trailing down his eyes. I am bitterly cold and I ache to be warm. The woman opened her fur before the kneeling priest. She was naked beneath her fur and she drew the crying priest in and wrapped him to her body. 

That afternoon the life of the priest was irrevocably changed. Where he had once been Tiffany's pastoral guide, now Tiffany was the one who lead with her sensory wisdom. One evening she approached him with a solemn expression. 

"The time has come for you to be fully baptized into the sacred sensual mystery of life," she said. Father John was somewhat confused by her words yet he had learned to trust the way she lead him into unknown regions of experience. 

"The time has come for you to be bound and lead blindly to the place of your true surrender," Tiffany continued. "You must let go of the old and make way for the new," she said as she unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and let them fall to the ground. "Stay still," she whispered as she continued to undress him. 

The priest stood naked before his mistress. He didn't know what response was required so he waited and acquiesced as she tied a blindfold around his head. He then felt something descend down over his head. It slip over his head and fell around his body in the manner of a flowing vestment yet, unlikely any vestment he had worn, this garment was lined entirely with fur. He shuddered as the covering moved across his skin and caressed him with even the slightest movement. 

Tiffany then drew the blinded priest forward. He knew he was seated in a car and they drove for about fifteen minutes. His body was electrified by the fur, the dark, the unknown and the silence of the woman beside him. He ached to relieve the tension of his body yet restrained himself for the sake of whatever was to come. And so his heart drummed a rhythm that was so fierce he feared death itself could easily come.

The car stopped and he was lead up stairs and into a house. He heard the strangest sound. A slowly growing chant. "Let us make the union.. of all spirit and flesh.. let us make the union.. of all spirit and flesh." His senses were inundated with the relentless caress of fur, the chant of female voices and the strong scent of incense and burning candles. 

Father John was instructed to lay down and as the chant continued he felt hands pressed to his body, hands pressing the fur against him. "Let us make the union.. of all spirit and flesh." He then felt a hand directly on his member. It enticed his hard flesh through a fur lined hold in the covering. The chanting stopped and a single voice said, "I give you reverence," and with the word spoken he felt a small and simple kiss. Another voice said the same and again he felt the moist press of lips. He knew the voices and could picture them all, these fur-clad ladies of his parish, and the strange collision of the celibate world he had known and this dark mystery religion threw him into a strange ecstatic delirium. The final voice was Tiffany. 

"I give you reverence," she said and her simple kiss turned to licking and sucking as the other voices took up the chant again. 

Time passed and there was a new rhythm in the life of the priest and his parish. In the daylight hours all was in a proper and predictable order but in the moonlight the doors of the church were locked. A fur clad congregation gathered in the pews and waited in the candlelight. 

In time the priest and priestess processed down the aisle of the church in fur gathered around their bodies and abundantly trailing on the floor. This was the hour of a nocturnal celebration and tonight a new candidate was to be presented and initiated. She was seated in the front pew, wrapped in white fur like a bride. 

Tiffany the priestess turned to the congregation. "It is with pride and delight we gather in soft glory for this celebration and through our sensual gathering we transform this church. Our worship is electrified by secrecy, mystery, ecstasy and danger. In the religions of the day all has been smothered by mundaneness and all that is electrifying is deemed a temptation. But our sensitivity to the fur we wear has lead us away from mundane falsehood of the day into a sensual truth of the night. In this dark, alchemical gathering tonight we welcome you Cassandra. Now come forward in your exquisite fur and pay homage." 

Cassandra moved forward and the priestess lead her to the priest who was seated. He parted the fur and presented his hard rod to the candidate who knelt and murmured her reverence then took him gently in her mouth. The priest drew her face up. 

"What do you seek daughter?" 

"I seek the union of spirit and flesh," she nervously recited. 

The girl continued kneeling before the priest as Tiffany, the priestess, threw an abundant covering of fox fur over the alter. She then took the candidate by the hand, drew her to the alter, undressed her and helped her to lay down on the alters fur draped surface. 

As the girl lay naked on the fur covered alter, her arms were stretched out cruciform, as the women began to sing and stroke, their fingers at play in their own pelts and their neighbors. 

The priest undressed and went to the altar. He mounted and came down on the trembling girl who murmured at his entry. The congregation contained stroking, chanting, faces growing red with heat and urgency. The priest found pleasure in the girls soft open thighs and she shuddered at the sensation of sweat and heat and fur enveloping and penetrating her increasingly eager body. 

Her mind raced at the thought of this moment in this most unexpected place. She shuddered further and let out a cry and this sound sent an electric bolt through the church. All were coming to a point of exquisite union, a fur clad ecstatic union, moans turning to cries, wet heat encouraged the vigorous movement of hands and at the centre of it all was the girl on the fur covered alter being relentlessly penetrating and crying for more. 

She let out a groan of pleasure and the congregation answered in like manner. Once more the celebration had lead to a truer union than was ever known in daylight.

Winter Afternoon of the Gods



Here is a little tale about what happens to one woman when she gets cabin fever and heads out for a simple afternoon of skiing. If you enjoy, please vote (and next you are out skiing in the woods and see a little cabin sitting there, you never know who might be waiting inside)! 

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Cindy pulled back the curtain and sighed. Still snowing. There had been record snowfall amounts this week, and it didn't look like it was stopping anytime soon. She let the curtain drop back, and lay back on the couch. A serious case of cabin fever was setting in, and she needed to shake out of it. She looked over at the open bag of chips sitting on the table next to her. Yeah, she had to get up and out of here, no matter how bad the roads were.

Thirty minutes later Cindy pulled on her boots, grabbed her hat and gloves, and headed down to the garage. She got her cross-county skis and poles and attached on top of her car. Adrenaline pumped through her at the thought of getting out in the snow. She pulled out of the garage and onto the street. She almost turned right back around a few blocks later. The road was really bad. It had been plowed, but the snow was coming down so hard, they couldn't keep up.

She couldn't help thinking how weird this was. Sure, they got plenty of snow in a normal winter, but something around the amounts coming down this week made her feel like she was in the middle of a fjord in Norway.

She was too stubborn to give up though, to go back home and be a couch potato. So she kept going, slowly and carefully on the wintery roads, but steadily. Cindy lived on the outskirts of town already, so normally to get out of the populated area to some wooded areas, it would only take thirty minutes maximum, but finally, over an hour later, Cindy pulled off onto a side road and stopped.

Cindy stepped out of the car and looked around. It was totally silent. The sugar-covered world around her seemed completely void of life, but it was so beautiful. White covered everything, and since the snowfall seemed to slow for the moment, she could clearly see everything. She shook her head to snap out of her reverie. She came out here to move, not watch snow.

She pulled her skis down and grabbed her poles. She clipped into her skis and dropped her keys in the inside pocket of her jacket, and zipped it up. After adjusting her hat and scarf, and pulling on her gloves and backpack, she was off!

For the next half-hour, Cindy was just going, swishing through the new snow, enjoying the physical activity and her beautiful environment. It was great skiing snow. Finally she thought she needed a small break, and stopped, sticking her poles in the snow, and pulled off her pack. She grabbed out some water and took a long swig. As she drank, she looked around. She didn't recognize the scenery around her, but luckily she could just follow her new tracks back.

She put her bottle back, shouldered the pack, grabbed her poles, and turned herself around to the way she had come. She headed back down the path she had created. Several minutes later she stopped, looking around in confusion. The tracks she was following, the clear tracks she had made in the new snow were gone. There was just plain clean white snow in front of her. How could that be, when it wasn't even snowing anymore, and there was no wind to blow the snow in her path?

She took several deep breaths, trying to hold off the panic, then headed on, figuring she would see something to let her know she was going the right direction. She hadn't gone that far after all -- she must be able to find the road. It was amazing how quickly the world had turned from a winter wonderland, to making her feel like she was trapped in some strange snow globe.

A short while later, she stopped again, breathing heavily. She had been pushing herself harder than she thought. She had been skiing for awhile, and should have been back to the road and her car by now, but she was still in the woods. Just trees and snow surrounded her, nothing to show her the way out of the wilderness.

She pulled off her backpack and made herself drink some more water. She didn't need to get dehydrated in addition to being lost. She put her bottle back and felt her phone. Geez! She totally forgot to check her phone -- the navigation on that should help point her in the right direction! She pulled the phone out and tried to turn it on. Of course her phone was dead, although she could swear it had been fully charged. What kind of luck was she having today! On top of everything else, it was starting to get dark. She put the phone back, and shouldered her pack once more.

The only thing she could do was push on. The beauty around was lost on her now, as confusion and fear started to build. Being lost out in the wilderness during good weather was one thing, but she wasn't prepared for being stranded out in the middle of nowhere in the snow. After several more minutes she stopped suddenly, frowning. She sniffed the air, trying to place the new smell, and found herself laughing. It was smoke -- she could smell a fireplace burning. Relief washed over her, as she looked around her, and then over the trees to her left. She saw a small column of smoke in the distance, and she skied over toward help.

Ten minutes later she came through the trees into a clearing. There was a small, solid-looking log cabin, with a stone fireplace. It was a comforting sign of life. She reached down to click out of her skis and stepped into the snow. Picking up her skis and poles, she headed to the door, and leaned them up against the wall. She reached up to knock on the door, but pulled her hand back at the last second. Who lived way out here in the middle of nowhere? What if it was a crazy hermit who hadn't seen a woman for years?

She shook her head, knowing her imagination was getting the best of her. Besides, what choice did she have? She reached back up and knocked firmly at the door and waited. A few seconds later, she heard the heavy door open, and she looked up and froze.

"Can I help you?" The man standing in the door was well over six feet tall, and from the tight flannel shirt with rolled up sleeves would indicate, he was built out of solid muscle. He had reddish-golden hair that fell to his chin, deep blue eyes, and chiseled features, covered only with a silken looking beard the same color as his hair. He was smiling.

"I, I," Cindy sputtered.

"Are you lost," he asked. He had a slight accent she couldn't quite place.

"Um, yeah, I was skiing and I seemed to have lost my car. And the road." Cindy felt like an idiot.

"C'mon in, you must be freezing," he said, stepping back to make room for her to enter. Suddenly Cindy did feel the cold, and the roaring fire she could see inside looked inviting. Almost in a daze, she felt her feet start to move and the next thing she knew, she was inside, the door shut behind her, and he was helping her with her outerwear.

He hung her coat, hat, and scarf on the wall by the door, and Cindy reached down to untie her boots, and step out of them.

"Why don't you sit down and warm up," the stranger said, indicating a large comfortable-looking worn leather chair in front of the fireplace. Cindy walked over and sank into the soft chair with a sigh. Before she could say anything, he turned around and walked to the other side of the room, where there was a small kitchen. Then he was back just as quickly with a steaming mug, which he handed to her.

She took the mug in her cold hands, feeling the warmth, and inhaled the wonderful scent wafting up from the steam.

"It's just my special hot chocolate," the man said, his voice deep and rumbling. "With a little kick," he added.

Cindy brought the mug to her lips and took a tentative sip. Her eyes closed unconsciously as the liquid chocolate heaven passed her lips. She felt warmth run down the center of her and outward.

"You like it?"

"Mmmm," was all she could get out, and the next time she looked down, the mug was empty. "That was delicious," she mumbled wiping the chocolate off her lips with her fingertips. "Thank you."

"Sure," he said, taking the mug, and setting it on the fireplace mantle. "Good thing you found me when you did; Sounds like the storm is picking up again."

"What," she said, and looked out toward the window. It looked like a blizzard out there. "How could that have happened, it wasn't even snowing a few minutes ago."

"Out here, the weather can change on a dime," he said, with a mischievous smile.

She turned back to the warm fire, listening to the wind.

"So what brought you out on such a winter day, all the way out here?"

"I just got sick of being inside I guess, I needed to get out for a bit. I've always loved winter, so a little snow doesn't scare me."

"A winter girl then?"

"I guess so," Cindy said smiling. She had never thought about it before, but winter was definitely her favorite season.

"Well, I guess you're stuck here for a bit, so introductions might be in order?"

"Oh, sorry, I'm Cindy Lovdahl."

"Good to meet you Cindy," he said, putting out his large hand. "Your name is Norwegian, so I guess it's no wonder you are a winter person, it's in your blood. My name is Thor." His large hand engulfed her much smaller one.

If they weren't in Minnesota, his name might raise an eyebrow, but around here, there were plenty of Thor's and Sven's and Inga's.

"Yes, I am Norwegian on my father's side, and sounds like you are too. Thank you for.... Well thank you for just being here."

He laughed. "You're welcome."

"What are you doing way out here, if you don't mind my asking?"

"I have this cabin as my getaway. I'm sort of like a CEO, and I'm under a lot of pressure most of the time, so this is the place I come to get away."

Cindy looked at him, surprised. He didn't exactly look like an executive. His age was hard to determine, but she would guess no older than mid-thirties, but maybe he was just aging well. He seemed very sure of himself, but she couldn't see that body contained in a suit.

"Oh, I can understand that. So are you from the cities then?"

"Not originally, but I spend a lot of time here. I also have a home in Norway."

"Oh, I thought I heard a little bit of an accent in your voice, which must be it. Wow," she said seriously interested. "I've always hoped to travel there someday to see where my relatives came from."

"You would love it. It's a beautiful land. Right now, it sort of feels like I am home," he said, looking toward the window. Then he looked back at Cindy, and she could have sworn she saw an odd light behind his eyes, but it must just be the firelight. "Can I get you another drink?"

"Yes," she said quietly. "I mean, yes, please. It's delicious. But, um, do you have...."

"The ladies room is right back there," he said, pointing to a small hallway heading down past the fireplace that she hadn't noticed. She was up and down the hall quickly, and opened the door to the bathroom.

She stepped in and closed the door behind her. She looked around, amazed. The bathroom was not a little cabin bathroom, but a big full room, with a large claw-footed tub, big enough for the cabin's owner and then some, a toilet and vanity. How strange.

Cindy took care of her business, and washed her hands. She looked at herself in the mirror, and saw flushed cheeks and bright eyes. She ran her fingers through wind-tossed hair, trying to get it smoothed out, and then stopped herself. What was she doing? She just needed this place for shelter until the storm was over. She had to ignore the warm glow in her lower region, regardless of how incredible looking her host was.

When she walked back into the living space, Thor stood facing the fireplace, hand on the mantle. For a moment, she couldn't move, watching the firelight flicker in his hair and eyes. He looked up to see her staring, and smiled. He walked to her, took her hand, and led her back to the chair. He picked up the mug from the mantle and handed it to her. It was full again.

She took a few sips, and felt a warm fuzziness start to roll across her. Thor knelt down next to her chair and took the mug from her, setting it aside. His hand cupped her face as he looked into her eyes. She could have sworn she still saw a glowing light in his eyes.

"You are beautiful, my little snow princess."

Cindy wanted to argue that she was nothing special, but before she could speak, his lips moved to hers, and she tasted him. He tasted of smoke and cool fresh air and evergreen, and as she breathed in his masculine scent, her body responded to the desire overwhelming her. His kiss deepened, and her mouth naturally opened further, allowing his tongue to enter.

His other hand moved to her waist, and he pulled her closer. His mouth moved from her lips, and worked down her neck to her sensitive earlobe, his whiskers ticking her skin. She began to shiver, and it felt like all her nerve endings were on fire.

She felt herself being picked up as he stood, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, head on his broad chest. He walked around to the other side of the cabin, and they ascended a set of stairs she hadn't seen when she came in. In fact, from the outside, it looked like a 1-story building, but as her body was floating in his arms, she couldn't get any straight thoughts in her head.

At the top of the stairs, it opened into a large bedroom with a huge sleigh bed in the middle of the room, covered with white furs, and windows all around, except for the fireplace, which now crept up to this level, and looked much larger than it had on the first floor.

He carried her to the bed, and set her gently down, on the silky soft bed. He stood back, unbuttoned his shirt, and pulled it off, dropping it to the floor. His jeans followed, and Cindy's breath sucked in at the sight of his magnificent naked body. His strong arms and legs, his torso covered with the same red-gold hair as his head, tapering down his stomach to his throbbing cock, which stood firm away from his body, at least 11 or 12 inches long, and thick, with an engorged tip.

Cindy couldn't look away, turned on beyond anything she thought possible, and terrified at the same time. Something instinctual and base inside her responded to his raw sexuality.

He walked toward the bed, and gently pulled her top off, and reached to unhook her bra, tossing both off the side of the bed. Without being asked, she lay back, as he unzipped her jeans, pulling them off along with her panties. She felt the wetness between her legs, pulsing with need. He lay on the bed next to her, and his hand moved to cup her hairless pussy with one hand, thumb stroking her already swollen clit. Cindy's eyes closed as passion overwhelmed her. Rational thought was gone.

"Du er min kjærlighet," he whispered in her ear. She didn't speak Norwegian, but somehow understood him. "You are my love."

Her wetness leaked out onto his hand, and he leaned over to take one of her nipples in his warm mouth. He rolled his tongue in circles until the nub was engorged, and he heard her moan. He smiled against her breast, his body responding to the waves of need coming off her.

Cindy's hand moved to the back of his head, caressing the soft hair at the base of his neck, as his tongue continued working on her nipple and his fingers slid inside her velvet pussy. Her hips shot up against his hand and his fingers moved inside her faster and faster, in and out, until she was on the edge of climax, then he pulled away, leaving her panting and wanting.

He sat up and stood next to the bed, facing her, his hard member pointing toward her. She didn't need to be told what he wanted, because she wanted it too. She got up on her knees, and leaned over, placing a soft kiss on the tip of his rigid cock. Then she stuck out her tongue and circled around the full mushroom tip. He must have approved, because his hands dropped to his sides, as his eyes closed in satisfaction. She felt pride bloom inside her at being able to bring him pleasure.

Cindy knew there was no way she could fit that entire monster into her mouth, but she could still do pretty well working around it. She took him in both hands, rotating her hands around the base as she continued licking the head. The spongy hardness under her tongue felt so good. She stuck her tongue out further and started caressing the ledge around the tip with the underside of her tongue, around and around, until he had obviously had enough, and he pushed her back.

"Turn around and stay on your knees," he commanded in a deep throaty voice. Cindy looked somewhat fearfully at his huge cock, knowing what was about to happen. At the same time, a shudder of anticipation ran through her body, and she moved around to that position.

Facing away from him on her knees, she felt him spread her legs further apart, and his meaty fingers stroked her pussy, feeling the warm wetness running out and down her thighs. Then she felt the tip of him poised at her entrance, and subconsciously her body pushed toward him, needing him inside her.

As just the head slipped into her well-lubricated opening, Cindy let out a deep moan. She felt his hands move to her hips to give him leverage, and then slowly, inch by inch, he moved inside her. He was gentle, allowing her time to adjust to his unusual girth. Cindy had never felt so full, didn't even understand how he was fitting. Just when she thought it would never end, she felt his balls hit the outside of her vagina. His entire engorged cock was completely inside her tight pussy.

He stopped moving for a minute, and then starting pulling out just as slowly. The friction was incredible, and Cindy needed him to fill her now. When he was almost entirely out of her, except for the tip, he stopped again, waiting for her.

"Are you ready for me?"

"God yes, please fuck me!" she cried out hoarsely.

He smiled and then did what she asked, slamming all the way back in, causing Cindy to let out a puff of air, then started pistoning in and out of her willing entrance, as Cindy moaned louder and louder. Her snug pussy constricted against his rock-hard penis, as she opened to him.

As he fucked her mercilessly, Cindy found herself pushing back against him, needing more, wanting more. She had been so near a climax already, it didn't take long and she was climbing to that point again. As her body clenched in orgasm, she screamed at the top of her lungs, and he didn't slow, but kept fucking her hard and steady, and just as the initial climax started to release her, a deeper stronger summit of pleasure gripped her. A soundless scream was all she could manage, and her body was paralyzed in sensation.

As her second orgasm overcame her, her pulsing cunt strangled his full hard cock, and he pushed inside her fully as he released load after load of his seed deep within her center, continuing to thrust until every drop was squeezed out of him.

He stood there for a moment, breathing heavily, as her pussy continued to spasm around his still semi-hard penis, and then pulled out. Cindy felt so empty without his cock filling her, and when he lay on the bed next to her, she cuddled up next to his warm body. He pulled the furs up over them, and both fell deeply asleep.

Sometime later, Cindy's eyes fluttered, fighting to open. They squinted at the light coming in the window. It took a moment for Cindy to realize there was no warm body next to her, and then another moment to realize she wasn't on a giant bed covered in furs. She sat up and looked around. She was lying on a ratty old couch, in what looked like a well-used hunters' cabin. And she was only covered with a threadbare blanket. Gone were the giant stone fireplace and the magical upstairs loft. There was only a small fire burning in the old fireplace, barely enough to have kept her from freezing.




Winter Afternoon of the Gods



Was last night all a dream? Did she find this place in the storm, and then pass out? Cindy raised her hands to her head, feeling for a fever. She was cool to the touch though. She saw her backpack in the corner, and she stood, blanket falling to the ground, and her breath sucked in. She was naked, and her inside thighs were coated with cum.

She sat on the couch with a thud, looking around. What the hell was going on? She shook her head, as if to clear her head. Well, she knew one thing for sure. She was hungry. She stood and walked over to her backpack, and pulled out a granola bar and water bottle. She wolfed the bar down, and followed it with a few sips of water. She looked out the window. It was still snowing. She figured she at least had shelter and heat, so she would wait out the storm, and figure the rest out later.

Cindy sat back on the couch, yawning. She felt exhausted suddenly. She lay back down, pulling the blanket up. Her last thought before falling asleep was how loud the wind was.

An unknown amount of time later, Cindy stirred. Her eyelids fluttered open to the warm light of the roaring fire, and she felt silky soft fur under her chin. Sleepily she turned on her side, and saw him laying there, looking at her. She smiled at him and reached out to stroke his bearded face.

"I had the strangest dream; I was by myself in a little cabin, and you and everything else was gone.

"Don't worry love," he said, pulling her closer to his side. "That was just a dream. You're here with me now, and you aren't going anywhere."

Cindy snuggled up to his warmth, content.



Winter Break



It was winter break, my sophomore year of college. The semester had been brutal for me, I had hardly had time to finish my schoolwork, much less worry about partying or getting laid like the majority of my fellow students. In fact all semester I had been known as the tall skinny kid with thick glasses who spent all of his time in the library. I had barely even gotten to know my roommate I was gone so often, but going pre med isn't easy, especially for me. I'm not even that smart, I just know how to work my ass of studying, but now I could finally head home and relax for a few weeks. I just had to make the long trip home from Ohio back to my parents home in the Philly suburbs. The only hitch was that I didn't have the money to get home on my own. My car was a bit of a gas guzzler, my grandfathers old pontiac, it was a big boat of a car, with bench seats and a broken radio, but hey, it was better than nothing. I had put up a flyer a few weeks before class ended looking for someone to carpool with who could throw me a couple bucks for gas, but no one had answered, at least not until the day I was getting ready to leave. In fact, I was loading my bags into the trunk of my car, figuring I would just put the whole trip on my credit card, when I heard the sweet high pitched voice from behind me.

"Hey, is this you? Is this your flyer?" 

When I turned around, I recognized her immediately. Her name was Tegan Ross, she was only a freshman, but already had a reputation around school as a serious party girl, who just happened to be drop dead gorgeous. She was tall, almost six feet probably, with long blond hair with bangs cut just above her piercing green eyes and the type of body that you only dream about. She had long tan legs and big full c-cup breasts, neither of which she was shy about showing off. In fact, her outfits had become a frequent topic of conversation around campus among both the guys and the girls, usually, how short her skirt was or how low cut her top was, and today was no exception. Despite the cold, Tegan was wearing a denim skirt that seemed to just barely cover the soft curve of the most perfect ass I have ever seen, while her legs were only covered by a pair of knee high black boots with stiletto heels. Her top was no let down either, even though she wore a furry grey jacket, she wore it open over a tight green top, with an oval cut out of the chest specifically for showing off her ample cleavage. The girl just oozed sexuality in a way that I had never encountered. In a different section of town she might have been mistaken for a hooker, before you saw her well manicured hands and perfect skin. No, Tegan was pretty obviously a rich girl in some sort of sexual rebellion, and she was standing right in front of me while all I could do was stare at her dumbfounded. 

"ummm... hello? Anyone home? Is this your fuckin flyer or what?" she asked. Her voice was high pitched, almost squeaky like that of an annoying child, and laced with a thick layer of sarcasm and a warm smile. It was obvious that she was used to this reaction from men, and she knew how to handle it. 

I shook myself out of my lust fueled coma long enough to come up with an answer for her.

"Yeah... yes... sorry, you kind of caught me off guard." I told her "I didn't think anyone was going to respond.... how far are you going?" 

"Well, I'm going to King of Prussia, but if you can just get me close thats cool too." she said while her eyes moved over me from head to toe. It was actually quite intimidating to have a girl like Tegan so obviously sizing me up. I tried to remain cool... quite unsuccessfully.

"oh.. no, not a problem, not a problem at all, I'll even drop you right at your doorstep, or carry your bags if you need me too..." I said, instantly realizing that I sounded like a total tool. 

She only laughed a warm and reassuring laugh. 

"Maybe just help me get my bag in the trunk?" she said, motioning to the small suitcase she was pulling behind her. 

"Ummm... yeah... sure thing" I replied, as I reached down to pick up her bag and place it in the trunk, while Tegan watched me intently. When she seemed confident that her bag was secure she walked to the passenger side door, and bent down inside my car, giving me an amazing view of the pert round ass squeezed snuggly into her denim skirt. I could feel my cock growing down the leg of my jeans at just the sight of her, thinking to myself... god, this is going to be a long ride. 

"Can I move some of this stuff?" she called out to me, looking back at me from inside the car while I stood there staring at her ass. I looked back at her apologetically, knowing she had caught me staring. Tegan just smiled and batted her eyes at me a little. 

"Its alright," she said, "but can I move this shit?" motioning towards my hoodie and a few maps and my ipod. 

"oh.... let me get it, please" I told her, moving quickly around to the cars driver side door and meeting her face to face over the front seat. I had a clear view down her shirt this time, and her tits jiggled wonderfully as I shook the car hurriedly moving all of my things out of her way. Having learned my lesson this time, I didn't stare, but caught several incredible glances from the corner of my eye. 

Tegan gratefully got into my car, and crossed her long legs. The whole graceful process caused my cock to swell a little more and I had to toss my hoodie into my lap as I slid into the drivers seat to cover up the large tent forming in my pants.

Tegan rubbed her legs with her hands and turned to me.

"So, its James is it?" she asked. Motioning to my signature on the flyer. 

"Thats right, and your Tegan." I said, extending my hand.

Her long slender fingers griped my hand tightly.

"Ohhh.. so you know me already huh? Hows that?" she teased with a sly smile. Her nails dragged against my palm and sent a shiver through my body as she released my hand.

I smiled back at her, a little unsure how to answer her question, "I don't know, I guess I've just seen you around, you know, heard some stuff..." my voice trailed off, hoping she would not take that statement the wrong way.

"Oh really, what kind of stuff?" she asked, 

I gave her a warm smile despite the rather large foot in my mouth. "Maybe we should just get on the road?"

She laughed... 

"Oh don't worry, its a long car ride, ill get it out of you." she shot me a teasing glance and punched my arm playfully. 

Smiling to myself, I started the car and we were off. Over the next two hours Tegan and I got to know each other quite well. Surprisingly we had a lot in common, we liked the same movies and music, she even scrolled through my ipod happily declaring me her musical soul mate. Tegan had a great sarcastic sense of humor and the foulest mouth I have ever heard. Every other word out of her mouth seemed to be either fuck, shit, or cunt, which was so unexpected coming from her squeaky high pitched voice. The conversation was so good that I actually started to relax around her, totally forgetting that she was a sexual goddess and the object of nearly half my fantasies over the last year. By the time we hit the pennsylvania turnpike, it was starting to get dark, so I took a chance and asked Tegan if she wanted to smoke a joint with me. Tegan graciously if not giddily accepted in what I was quickly learning was her own signature way. 

"James you little cunt! Fuck yeah I want to smoke! I can't believe you've been holding out on me this whole fuckin time!" punctuating this by punching me in the leg.

We cracked the windows and began passing the joint back and forth. The tip was wet with her saliva and I savored the experience of feeling the wetness against my lips. After a loud fit of coughing, Tegan proclaimed, "This is some really good weed... are you sure you're ok to drive?" 

"Don't worry, I'm fine. I'm kind of a closet pothead..." 

We both laughed and continued down the highway. I could tell Tegan was pretty high, when she started stretching out across the bench seat of my car, "mmmmmmmm...." she moaned, as she lifted the armrest and put her feet in my lap. The heels of her stilletto boots were digging into my thigh, but I didn't care one bit. I even let my free hand rest on her knee while I drove. Then Tegan turned to me and became very serious.

"Oh! So what is this shit that you say you've heard about me?" as she stared into me with her brilliant green eyes. I tried to play dumb.

"What? What are you talking about" 

"Come on James! I'm not an idiot, I know that people talk about me. I just want to know what you've heard." 

I could feel the calf of her leather boot pressing against my groin, and when I turned to look into her eyes there was no way I could do anything but exactly what she asked of me.

"What did you hear? That I'm EASY? That I PUT OUT?" she joked, egging me on. 

"Well, I did hear from Mike Stevens that you were the best lay he's ever had" I confessed. Thinking that this was one of the nicest rumors I had heard. 

"Oh god, well thats no surprise.. I practically popped his fucking cherry!" She laughed. "Come on, you must have heard better than that!" She teased.

"Ok, ok... well, what about the rumor that you had a threesome with Megan Corman and Tyler Dorsemieser?" 

"Ha! Megan and I made out at a party in front of Tyler but thats as far as it went... god people have big mouths. What else you got? There's got to be something more interesting that this shit going around about me?" She pushed, bouncing her feet in my lap. I thought some more, but really I didn't talk to that many people, or at least the right people for getting good gossip.

"Thats really all I've heard... except for the whole boob job thing that is." I said without thinking. This was the first time Tegan seemed generally offended. She moved her feet from my lap, sitting up straight and staring into my eyes.

"What fucking boob job thing?!" she said angrily. 

She must have been a lot more high than I thought, because she seemed seriously mad. The rumors had been around since she first arrived and no one had known for sure. To be honest, even I wasn't convinced either way. Her tits were large and firm and always pressed tightly together, but they were suspiciously large for Tegan's slim frame. 

"People think I've had a fucking boob job!" she shouted. "That is sooo ridiculous! Seriously do these look like implants!" 

Lifting her shirt, she flashed me her big c-cup breasts covered only by a thin black lace bra. My eyes bouncing back and forth from the road to her tits.

"No.. no they certainly don't." I replied quietly, salivating as I stared into the two large orbs only inches away from me while my cock began to swell in my lap. 

"Here! Feel them! Do these feel like fucking implants!" she squeaked in anger, grabbing my hand and placing it on her right tit. I sat in shock for a moment before eagerly massaging her obviously NOT fake breast. It felt amazing in my hand as I squeezed and explored, moving from one to the other over her bra. My cock stiffened in my pants as Tegan continued talking angrily. I felt like I could cum then and there. 

"I mean seriously, its not like I'm not showing the girls off enough... shit, I don't even own a top without cleavage.. do people seriously not know the difference?" Tegan seemed to come to a sudden realization of what she was doing and looked down at my hand hungrily molesting her breasts. I felt her nipple harden against my palm, even through her bra, and I did my best to squeeze it between my index and middle finger the next time I squeezed her breast. 

"ooohhh.. that feels pretty good." she said, changing gears from her earlier anger. "careful there James, your getting me all wet." she teased. 

"sorry, I couldn't help myself..." I said quietly, shooting her a shy smile. 

Tegan pulled back a bit and pulled her shirt back over her breasts, still giving me a wide smile. 

"You liked that huh?" she teased. 

"What can I say? I love tits." I shot back. 

Tegan just laughed. "You know what this means don't you?" she said, as she leaned into me and started running her fingernail up and down my arm. "You got to second base, so now I get to see your cock." she said calmly. 

"What?" replied, flashing her a quick smile, still trying to stay in good humor, not sure if she could really be serious.

With a half smile on her face, she rested her hand on my upper thigh.

"You heard me." she replied calmly. "I let you touch my tit, so now I get to see your cock." 

Her eyes moved down to my pants.

"And it looks like he is really fucking ready to come out too..." she giggled, motioning to the large tent in my jeans. 

"yeah..." was all I could reply, and meekly at that. Suddenly becoming extremely shy and self concious. I mean, some harmless flirting was one thing, but this was Tegan Ross. How could I not be nervous about casually whipping my dick out in front of her. Tegan leaned into me, I could feel her breast on my shoulder as she reached for the top of my jeans. 

"Wait,wait..." I said, looking into her deep green eyes "What if someone sees? Or if I crash the car or something... I... I'm not sure this is right..." 

I could feel her breath against my cheek as she told me. "Don't be fuckin shy, I just want to see it." 

I kept my hands on the steering wheel and watched the road anxiously as I felt Tegan fumble with the button and zipper of my jeans. My cock swelled and throbbed as I felt her hand feel around and eventually slide inside my boxers through the waist band. I let out a sharp moan when her slender fingers wrapped around my shaft.

"Shit James, I could tell you had a big dick, but I didn't expect a fucking monster like this." she told me. Her usual high pitched, squeaky voice now soft and sultry as she pulled my hard member free from my boxers and let it flop against my stomach. 

"God! Why is it always you quiet guys with the huge cocks?" she asked as she reached back down into my jeans, cupping my balls and pulling those out the top of my boxers as well. All I could do was let out a low moan as she briefly squeezed before releasing them. I was embarrassed and the same time proud and extremely turned on as Tegan used the thumb and index finger to grab my cockhead and examine the length of my shaft. 

"James, this may be the biggest cock I have ever seen..." she said, and made my cock throb a little bit more "Hold on a sec..." she said, as she began digging through her purse, eventually pulling out a small rectangular silver object, and proudly holding it up to be seen in the light. 

"Hold still." she said. And fumbled with the object. I heard something that sounded like scotch tape being pulled off the roll, and the next thing I knew, Tegan was lifting my cock so it pointed straight up at the ceiling and telling me.

"Here, hold it like this." 

I reached down to hold my cock like she told me as she held something cold against the base of my shaft.

"Tegan, what are you doing?" I asked just before the flash of her camera went off.

"What...what the hell are you doing?" I asked as I almost lost control of the car, swerving back and forth for a few seconds. 

"Shit! Settle down, I've just never seen a twelve inch cock before, I wanted a fucking picture alright."

"No, its not alright Tegan!" I told her "I almost crashed the damn car!" 

Tegan just laughed, "Shit James, I'm fucking sorry. But you've got to learn to fucking relax." she said, while reaching down and started stroking my cock. Her slender fingers just barely reached all the way around my shaft, as she moved her hand up and down with long soft strokes. 

"There, does that make you feel better James?" she teased as she let her fingers slide down to cup my balls. Her fingers wrapped around them at the base and gently pulled down on them before she stared kneading and squeezing them. I could only moan in pure ecstasy. When she let her fingers slide back up to my shaft, I let out a loud moan and precum began to drip from my cockhead. 

"Tegan, maybe we shouldn't..." I whispered, in spite of how good her touch felt. 

"Fucking relax James. I like you, and I don't say that very often. So just relax and let me play for a while, ok?" she said. I could only nod in approval, and returned to trying to watch the road as her slim little fingers worked up and down my long shaft. She worked her fingers up to the head and tapped the drop of precum sitting at the tip, using her fingertip to slide my warm wet precum around my mushroom tip. 

"God! My pussy is soaked just playing with you." she whispered softly in my ear. I stole a quick glance down between her legs and saw that her skirt was hiked up, showing off just a bit of her wet white panties that she was was lightly tickling with the tips of her fingers. My cock throbbed at the sight and let out another drip of precum that slid right into Tegan's hand as she stroked up and down. 

"Feel's like somebody's ready to cum already." she whispered, her lips grazed against my ear and truly did make me feel ready to cum. Before I could even respond, she leaned into me and kissed my lips. I could feel her tongue slide across mine, but only briefly before she lowered her head into my lap. 

"Tegan, you don't have to .... Uhhhhhh..." I moaned as I felt her lips circle around the head of my cock. Her hot wet mouth made my cock swell and pulse as she wrapped her lips around my cock head, moving her tounge in slow circles as she took me slowly deeper and deeper. Tegan started humming on my cock while reaching down to grip my shaft. She bobbed her head over the tip while her hand went to work on my balls. She cupped them in her hand, squeezing gently and I could feel her long manicured nails dragging lightly across my taint. Her lips circled and teased my cockhead, taking me down into her mouth and then pulling me out again with loud wet pops. I stole a look down at her and our eyes met briefly. Tegan shot me another sly smile as she flicked the tip of my cock with her tongue. 

"mmm...so tasty." she muttered before sliding her tongue down my long shaft and lifting my balls to be flicked with her tongue. My heart was pounding as I tried to manage my anxiety over potentially crashing the car and trying not to cum with every flick of Tegan's tongue or touch of her soft hands. My cock was aching and my balls felt like they were about to explode. Tegan must have sensed this as she quickly ran her tongue back up my shaft and wrapped her lips around the head once again. She positioned herself so that she was on all fours across the big bench seat of my car with her perfect little ass almost pressed against the passenger window. Anyone driving past us in another lane could have clearly seen what she was doing. She looked up at me one last time, whispering softly, 

"I'm going to make you cum James." before going to work hungrily on my cock sucking and humming as her head bobbed furiously up and down. I could feel my dick hitting the back of her throat before she went up and down for more. Humming loudly as she gripped the shaft and stroked up and down, her other hand reaching between my legs to grip my balls tightly. It was all too much, with a loud moan I cried out, 

"Oh... fuck Tegan, I'm cumming.... I'm cumming soo fucking hard!" while spurting out thick strings of cum straight down Tegan's throat. She started to gag a bit after the first few seconds but kept my cock in her mouth. Stroking the remaining cum from my shaft and still sucking hard, despite her choking. I looked down to see cum and saliva dribbling from the corners of her mouth and down her chin as she came up for air. 

"Holy shit." she said quietly. "I've never seen a guy cum that much... you've got a fucking supercock James" she joked as she licked her lips and wiped up the remaining cum on her chin. 




Winter Break



*school bell rings*

"Hey Jessica do you wanna hang out today?" 

"Oh sorry Sarah, I can't. My dad n I are having a father daughter thing so....maybe Tuesday?" 

"Sure, call me." 

"Ok, I will." 

My mom normally gets me from school, but she's visiting her side of the family for the holidays. Since my dads side has all passed, he's got me for winter break while my mom's away. I'm pretty excited; I always have fun when I'm with my Dad. I wonder if anything's going to be different since I turned 18 a few days ago. 

*car horn honking* 

Looking both ways up and down the street, I dart across to my dads black suburban and hop in.

"Hey Dad, thank God you have the heater on, I know how you like the cold." 

"Well hello to you too sweetie." 

"So what're we gunna do for the three weeks I have off?" 

"You'll see, I've got lots planned" my dad replies. 

As we pulled into the drive way I noticed dad wasn't wearing his ring. My parents have been divorced for several months but I never thought he'd take it off just yet. As we got in the house, I took off my coat, my dad did the same. 

"I'm gunna watch some news before I put the movie in." 

"Ok cool, I'm just gunna shower first." 

When I run up the stairs I get that old familiar feeling. The feeling where my lips are sliding together and my underwear is clinging to me right between my slit. Oh gosh, I haven't been this wet in months. It's been so long since I've seen my Dad; I had forgotten how handsome he was. His name was Jack, he was 6'1", green eyes, shaved head, strong shoulders and arms, no 6 pack but no beer belly either, with a killer warm smile. That's my dad for ya. 

I got to my room and went to see if my batteries were still good in my vibrator... *buzz .....zzzZZZZ* yup, still good. I quickly got undressed, and stopped myself when I passed the mirror to my door. I turned to face it, dropped my towel and toy, and stared for a bit. I gave myself a once and twice over glance...then began to study my body, all 5'8'' of me. I focused on my full medium length hair, dirty blonde and how it draped around the tops of my shoulders. Then down to my soft arms and delicate hands. Nicely decorated with pale pink nail polish. 

Then I glance over my chest, full 38in C cups with big pink areolas, with tiny knobby nipples. I move down to my waist, 35in to be exact. I glide my palms over my ribs and squeeze in tight on my waist. It makes me think of being bound, which I have yet to be. I release and then move down to my 48in wide, soft hips, and round ass. An ass I've been told is very spank-able. I personally love it when I feel the sting of the smack and my cheeks become bright red and flushed with blood. Almost so sensitive it hurts to sit the next day. Then I look over my thick, shapely thighs, and strong calves. I turn to the side and take in my silhouette, giving myself a once over. Then I remember the shower. 

I grabbed the towel and ran for the shower with vibe in hand. The water felt so good. It was super cold outside. My toes hurt when the hot water flowed down my body. After standing under the stream for a few minutes, I reached out from the shower curtain and grabbed my turquoise g spot vibe. Long and slender with a tilted bulbous head. I begin caressing my body, dragging my finger tips along my neck, down to my left breast, and pinching the nipple. I bite my lip from the sting, getting hotter with each gallon of water that passes over my body. 

I turn on my vibe in my right hand, on the low setting. I begin running it over my nipples and down my tummy, and begin rubbing along my slit, and push it between my lips so it hits my clit. I jump when it does. I lift up my left leg to make a 125 degree angle and place it on the shower wall in front of me. Doing so opens me up, my legs open, my lips open, wide. Hungry for pleasure. I position the head of the toy right above my clit; I begin to ride my toy. 

I let the warm water cascade over me and I slip the head inside me, my muscles clench around it when the thought of me being pleased by my father slips inside my head. This does happen quite often. He's the man I've always wanted. Sexy, strong, protective...all I have to do is think of him and I'm turned on. As I'm picturing him in front of me in the shower, I begin to pump my toy in and out of me, a little harder with each thrust. I picture my Daddy instead of my toy, pumping in and out of me harder and faster. A few minutes go by and I'm ready to cum. But I stop myself right on the brink and put the toy aside. 

I finish up my shower and get dressed to go downstairs. I pass through the kitchen arch way in my pink slippers, red flannel draw string pants, and a tight white tank. I wanted to look good for my dad so I skipped on the bra. "Hey dad" I said as I walked passed him to get a glass of water. I walked to the living room and got under the thick heavy blanket on the couch and got all snugly. Still creamy from my shower I clenched my legs together when I got comfy and accidentally let out a soft moan. 

"Are you ok?" my dad asks 

"Oh ya...I'm fine" 

My dad finally came and sat next to me after the popcorn was made. 

"So...What're we watchin'?" I say with a smile.

"Just some old horror flick" he replies 

"Ok cool" 

I pulled back the blanket so Dad could get in, he let me lay on him and cuddle up on his right arm before he pressed play. The movie was the original Halloween, with the soundtrack on loud. As the movie played, all I could think about was how wet I still was. I grabbed for my dads hand during the scary scenes. Every now and then I'd accidentally brush against his crotch when I jumped. It was getting late and, I was becoming tired. I lowered my head to my Dads lap and drifted to sleep. 

Apparently I slept through the whole movie because I woke up in my bed the next morning. I got up, went down stairs and found my dad making breakfast. My favorite, french toast n powdered sugar. 

"Sorry I fell asleep on you last night." 

"Uhm that's fine, take a seat...there's something I wanna talk to you 'bout" 

I thought it was odd, but did as I was told and hoped it wasn't anything bad. He handed me my breakfast and some OJ. I sat there eating curious beyond belief about what he had to talk to me about. He sat there, drinking coffee. As I was cutting up my french toast he asks me 

"Do you remember what happened last night?" 

To which I responded, "I remember us watching Halloween and then I passed out before it was over. Oh by the way, thanks for taking me upstairs to bed" 

The next few words came to a bit of a shock. 

"Jess, when you fell asleep, you began...moaning" A long pause happened. "Moaning and touching yourself..." 

My cheeks became so red and flushed; I could feel my face getting hot. So many thoughts began racing through my head that I forgot to chew the rest of the french toast that was in my mouth. Dad wasn't done talking though. 

"...and saying...Daddy. Oh Daddy, yes...upon other things." I bashfully look up at him with worry in my eye. 

"How long have you been having thoughts like this?" he asks 

"Truth?" 

"Always" he said. 

"For a few years." 

Then I ramble on. "I'm sorry dad it's just that....I've always thought you were so sexy....and I don't know why mom divorced you and I'm sorry I don't know what to say, I'm so embarrassed, are you mad? I'm sorry dad. It's just that...etc" And so on I ramble, my dads worried face began to soften, and before long I was out of words. I put my hands back on the table to try and finish my breakfast; I could only take one more bite before I tried to leave the table. I was almost out of the kitchen arch way when he said... 

"Wait". 

I stood there gulping my food down in embarrassment and turned around slowly. Standing there with my hands behind my back and my feet pressed together. Waiting for his words, He gets up and walks towards me, stands in front of me and lifts my head up by my chin and looks me in the eye "go up stairs to your room and wait for me". 

Puzzled, I do as I'm told without a word said. I went up stairs and sat in the middle of my bed. Twenty minutes go by and I have no clue what to think, except I think I'm in trouble. 

"Are you thirsty? Do you want water?" He yells from downstairs. 

"Uh ya sure, thanks" I quickly reply. 

A few minutes later he comes up stairs with two glasses of water in hand and my toy that I stupidly left in the shower. Again, I'm beet red embarrassed. I bring my palm to my face and pull my knees to my chest. 

"Are there any other toys that you have that I should know about?" he asks.

I reluctantly remove my right hand from my face and point to the bottom drawer on my night stand. I gasp as I see him lean forward and reach to open it. The sound of wood sliding against wood as he opens the drawer, gives me chills. There it is my black box. 

He pulls it out and sets it between us. I look at him with a questionable and worried look on my face. He opens my box and puts the top on the floor. He snoops around inside and finds a variety of items. He dumps the box out onto my white comforter, and there lies my exposed, pleasure chest if you will. 

My box entails, some black nylon rope, black blindfolds, a black ball gag with holes in it to be able to breathe, three dice with words written on all sides. As well as clothes pins, tons of different sized batteries, and my two of the three vibrators. There's the turquoise one that my dad brought in, and my silver bullet with a clear, very knobby sleeve, with a remote to it with eight speeds. I can barely get to 5 without cumming. Last but not least, my anal probe, its purple and the shaft gradually gets bigger, going towards the base, five inches long. They all vibrate. 

There we are, sitting and staring at my toys. I wait in anticipation of what will happen next. As seconds pass, my dad asks me to show him what I do with the toys. 

I'm in shock, frozen there for a minute, my dad continues to say, "come on, show me". So I do as I'm told.

So I take what I normally use, all three toys and move everything else out of the way. So I then scoot myself towards the head of my bed and surround myself with pillows. I sit there, knees bent up with a bit of butterflies going on inside. 

I stare at him, then I lift myself up to lower my pants and boy short underwear, to my ankles n then lift up my feet and look at him to remove my bottoms. I shudder as I lower my feet to the bed. I look down and take a deep breath in before I realize what's going to happen, my fantasy. I open my knees, and spread them wide, almost to where it starts to hurt my inner thighs. I begin. 

I begin with letting my hands caress my body, rubbing my thighs and chest with a bit of quiver in my hands. I pinch my nipples hard, and then lick my finger tips to wet them. I blow on my nipples making them stand with the breeze. As I grab my bullet toy, I then spread my lips open, and lay the toy on my clit and then wrap my lips around it. I turn it on, one click to start. Then I turn on my turquoise toy on low, then set it at the opening of my pussy and just let the blood flow to it. Then I grab the purple toy, and realize I'm out of lube. 

I lay my head back onto the wall and look at my dad. I muster the courage to say, "I'm out of lube dad..." He then jumps up like a spring and heads out of my room, he then comes back with a tiny bottle of it, vanilla flavored by the way. 

I blush n say "thanks dad, can you help me?" 

I close my knees, grasp the toy and turn over so my ass is sticking in the air and I turn my head to face my dad. 

"Can you squeeze a little on my asshole?" I wait anxiously for the answer. 

"Yes." He leans over and spread my cheeks a little, I inhale fast and grab the sheets as I feel the drops hit my skin and then spread out. 

I swallow the spit that's collected in my mouth from the excitement and turn on the purple toy and place the tip at the entrance of my asshole. I let the vibration wake up my nerves for what's about to happen. I slowly push the toy in and out, centimeter by centimeter. In the process of turning over, my turquoise toy fell onto the comforter. As I reached for my remote, I asked my dad if he would help me please myself. 

He picked up the bulbous headed toy and got into position, I spread my legs for him and held my bullet on my clit and clicked the button two more times. I let out a few moans and let my breath become heavy. All while my dad sat there, staring at his baby girl pleasing herself for him. Holding the toy on her clit, and the other fucking her big ass, all for him. 

Meanwhile I am yearning for him to put the toy inside me, I clear my throat... "Daddy... can you put the toy in me?" I turn my head and look in the mirror on my dresser, and look at our reflections. As I do that, he slowly slides the toy in and turns up the intensity. I clench and quiver in different spots all over my body, closing and holding my eyes tight. My breathing becomes un-even and even more heavy. I open my eyes as he angles the toy to hit my g-spot every time he pushes it in and pulls it out. 

I moan loudly "oooh fuck Daddy....oooh, toy fuck your little girl. Mmmmm. Oh yaaa. Uhhh uhhh" 

In doing so, I push my purple toy further into my puckered asshole, passing the muscles, and turning the knob to just under high. Then I click the button on my bullet vibe, 2 more times and maneuver my lips to spread and get the toy on just the right spot. My clit is completely swollen and full of blood. Yet my clit is still covered by its hood. 

I set two of the knobs on the sleeve of the toy, on either side of my clit and push down. I'm dripping wet and almost too slippery. I get a good grip and pull my lips up, so the skin on and around my clit is taught. Mean while my asshole is getting a good, deep fucking, while my daddy pleases my... his pussy. I'm near an orgasm. I feel my feet get tingly, my calves and thighs clenching, my breath becoming short and quick. 

"I'm gunna cum" I say aloud. 

My dad quickens his pace and turns both toys on high for me. My dad keeps the head of the toy just behind the entrance of my pussy; I inhale quickly, and inhale quickly again. 

"Oh God Daddy. I'm gunna cum, don't stop d...on..t sto....p. Mmmm" 

I let out my breath and inhale quickly once more. While my calves shoot up to meet my thighs in a tight squeeze, I click the bullet up once more. I involuntarily begin shaking. 

"Don't move!" I scream, and I allow my body to ride the brink of the orgasm just to the peak. 

The entrance of my pussy clenches and releases the head of the toy over and over again, all while I hold my breath and lose feelings in my legs. I like to push myself to enjoy the orgasm longer each time I cum. This time, I almost faint and scream "pull out, pull out, pull out" in a long winded exhale. I collapse. 

Thankfully my dad turns off the toys. He covers me with the furry blanket that got pushed to the foot of my bed and lays next to me. I lay there, eyes closed; still breathing fairly heavy and still enjoying the minor orgasm waves that flow through my body. 

"Dad... why'd you make me do that?" I ask. 

He responds with "I've wanted to please you one way or another, since you became a teenager. I've been patiently waiting until you turned 18." 

"Really?" 

"Yes" 

With that, my dad pulls me close and kisses my forehead, nose, and then lips. He allows me to fall asleep in his arms. Hours go by and I'm awakened by fingers caressing my pussy. It's 3:20 am. I open my eyes and the light from the street lights shine through my window, just enough light to see that it's him. My dad. 

"I'm not done with you yet..." He says. 



Winter Break



"Can you give me a ride home?" Sheila asked.

"Sure," I replied. Trying to hide the surprise in my voice.

"Brian is in hiding," she added.

Sheila was a girl I had dated for a couple of months in the fall. The relationship had ended after Thanksgiving and now I was home on winter break from my sophomore year of college. Sheila was a year younger and at one of the local colleges. A week earlier her older brother Brian had been fired from the store all three of worked at.

An hour later, Sheila and I finished our shift at the store, and headed out into the cold to get into my car. An early 70's Dodge Dart, pretty typical car for a college kid in the late 80's. At least in my neighborhood.

It was about a 20 minute drive to the south side town where her school was at. We talked some, but it was mostly her expressing frustration about her brother and now people asking about his getting fired. 

It was never really clear to me why the relationship ended. I wasn't broken up about it ending, but it seemed to just fall off a cliff. Things were going pretty good. She was planning to come up and visit after Thanksgiving. When we returned from that break things were different though. She canceled the trip and shortly after that it was clear we were through.

I thought maybe she would open up about what happened, but she didn't. Was there someone else? We were both pretty focused on our studies, I had kind of chalked it up to neither one of us really having anytime for a relationship.

When we got to her dorm I pulled into a parking place so we could continue talking. The discussion turned towards her roommates, four women the same age. Two of them she liked, one she tolerated, but the other got under her skin.

My school gave us an entire month off for winter break, but Sheila's only a couple of weeks. They had just started back, and already she was upset with this fourth roommate, Rachel. Heading into their winter break, there were two virgins in her apartment, Sheila and Rachel. But after winter break, there was only one, Sheila.

"Can you believe it?" Sheila said as she waved her hands. "Rachel fucked some guy she didn't even know." 

"He was giving her a ride home for break, they got to talking about sex and then they pulled over in a rest stop and fucked."

"After the last week, that was the last thing I needed to hear. God, I am the only virgin in the apartment now."

Sheila ranted a little longer, and then she had it all out. The topic turned to me and when I was headed back to school. She decided she had better head in before the dorm security got suspicious of us being parked for that length of time and headed out to inspect.

As she opened the door to get out I said with a coy smile, "You know, I am home for another week and half if you want to do something about your problem."

Sheila didn't seem to be in a joking mode though. She responded with a "Yeah, I'll consider it," and shut the heavy door firmly. It didn't sound to me as if she would though.

About a week later, Sheila and I worked a shift together. At some point during the evening she caught me alone in one of the aisles and said, "My roommates are going home for the weekend, do you want to come over for dinner?"

I was a little surprised by the invite, but thought maybe she just needed someone to talk to. I told her I would be over.

Just before she walked away she leaned in and quietly said, "I will bring the condoms."

I am sure my jaw dropped in the surprise. Sheila bounced away and looked back to give me a smile. Not at all what I was expecting, but I was excited she made that decision. I couldn't wait for Friday night.

I showed up at Sheila's dorm around seven, she came down and met me in lobby to sign me with security. We took the stairs to the second floor where her apartment was located.

The dorms were a little different from what I was used to. These were really apartments, with a kitchen, living room, two large bedrooms, two bathrooms and even a laundry room. They also had house parents which stopped by once a week to check on things and make sure they were keeping it up.

Early when we were dating one of Sheila's roommates suggested to the house parents that the couch should be cleaned after Sheila and I had spent some time alone on it the previous weekend. Sheila told me later that while she was embarrassed by it, she also liked that it made her feel more grown-up.

Sheila cooked us dinner. Well, kind of. It was mac and cheese. Evidently this was all she knew how to cook because it was not the first time she had served this to me. But it was fun and we had a good time talking over the meal. There was some nervous energy, or maybe more just the excitement of what was to come. Neither of us seemed stressed, and there was no mention of why I was really there that night.

After eating, Sheila suggested we watch a movie. She put the tape into the player and we settled into the couch. We were both a little tentative at first, there was separation between us. 

Eventually I slid over and put my arm around her, and that seemed to break the ice. She curled up to me, and we sat there in silence as we watched the movie.

A little over halfway through Sheila got up and walked down the hall to the bathroom. When she returned a few minutes later, she flipped off the remaining lights in the living room. She walked over to the couch and stopped and stood before me. For a long pause she did nothing. Then biting her lower lip, she pushed on my shoulder, as if telling me to lay back on the couch.

I did as instructed and reclined back on the couch, one leg up and the other foot still on the floor. Sheila came closer and brought one leg on to the couch so that she was now straddling me. She bent down, her face approaching mine, and for the first time in several weeks we kissed.

We laid like this for quite a while. Kissing, running fingers through each others hair, and me groping her ass through her jeans. It wasn't passionate, in a lot of ways those feelings had passed. At least the intensity had. But it was fun, and surprisingly comfortable. Just two friends sharing an intimate moment.

I was hesitant to push her too soon. I wanted to make sure this was on her terms. Eventually Sheila pushed herself up off of me, straddling me upright. She staid in that position for several seconds and stared at me as if contemplating something. Then she smiled, grabbed the bottom of her sweater and pulled it over her head. 

I am sure I was smiling at this. She had great tits. Definitely above average in size, but they were firm and pert as if they were much smaller. She reached behind her back and unfastened her bra. She slowly unveiled her bare breasts as she lowered the bra from her shoulders, tossing it aside with the sweater.

I reached up to take those incredible tits in my hands. They were firm, but pliable, and were a noticeable weight in my hands. 

Sheila smiled, her hands by her sides as I massaged her breasts. Periodically I would focus on her nipples, brown with small aerolae. As I rolled them between my thumbs and forefingers, her eyes would close and I could hear her breathing change.

At this point I could feel myself starting to get hard, and thought I could sense Sheila starting to grind against me. Was she ready to take it the next step?

"Do you want to continue this in the bedroom?" I asked, continuing to pinch her nipples.

She opened her eyes, looked down at me and responded with a "Yes."

I reluctantly removed my hands from her luscious tits. Using the back of the couch she pushed herself up off of me and stood by the side of the couch. I sat up, then leaned forwarded and kissed her bare stomach. My hands ran up and down the back of her jean covered thighs. Her fingers were in my hair, holding my head as I explored her stomach with my mouth and tongue.

She had had enough though. "Come on, let's go," she said, backing up and reaching out for my hand. I took her hand and followed her down the hall to the bedroom she shared with two other roommates.

We entered the room and Sheila turned on an overhead light before walking over to turn on a desk lamp.

She turned around and said, "I am already half naked. Your turn."

How could I argue. I pulled off my shirt walked over towards her and laid the shirt over the back of a desk chair.

"Would you like to help me with these?" I asked, pulling on the button fly of my jeans.

"Gladly," smiling as she responded and moved towards me.

Sheila stood in front of me, grabbed the waist of my jeans with both hands and pushed them down to just above my knees. She studied the bulge in my boxers, then looked up and smiled again.

She palmed my crouch and said, "Let's get this thing out." Then she knelt in front of me.

I stood there as she pulled the jeans down to where I could step out of them. She reached up for the boxers then and followed the same process.

I wasn't fully erect yet, but was well on my way. Shelia reached out, took my shaft in her hand and tentatively stroked it. The moment of pleasure was brief, and she stood up and backed away from me.

Sheila reached for the button of her own jeans, and freed herself from them. She now stood in front of me with only a pair of pink cotton panties. At first, she seemed nervous about removing them. After a pause she lowered them and placed them on the back of a chair with her jeans.

We stood there staring at each for a minute, not really sure what to do or say. Shelia then walked over to her bed, ducked under the bunk and laid on her side with her back to the wall. I had a nice view of her ass as she crawled in.

Once she was settled I crawled in and joined her. I leaned in and kissed her. My hand was on her hip, and this was my first feel of her skin below the waist. 

She pulled away from the kiss, reached under the pillow and pulled out a string of three condoms. She ripped one package off from the string, handed it to me and tossed the other two onto a desk near the bed.

I was surprised, but I assumed we must be doing this right now then. I rolled on to my back, ripped open the foil and tossed it aside. Studying the condom, I found the right side and placed it over the tip of my cock. Sheila watched as I unrolled it down the length of my shaft.

I rolled back on my side and Sheila slid over to lay on her back. Her legs spread, quickly I was over the top of her on my hands and knees. I lowered myself down on to her, and reached down for my cock. I rubbed it against her pussy, spreading her wetness, and searching for the opening.

I lodged the tip of my cock inside of her. I couldn't see her face, but by her sounds I could tell there was some discomfort. I paused, giving her a chance to relax a little. Evidently none was needed though. I quickly felt her hand on my ass pulling me deeper into her. 

She was very tight, like she was squeezing me with her hand. Once my entire length was inside of her, I could feel her finger nails digging into my butt cheeks. I decided to be still until she relaxed a little more. After a few moments she extracted her nails from me, and I began to slowly thrust into her.

Her sounds expressed more pleasure as she brought her legs up towards her chest. I was plunging deeper into her, her hips moving up to meet my thrusts. I could feel the heels of her feet on the back of my thighs and her hands in my hair. My thrusts became quicker, going at whatever speed I desired. She was simply along for the ride at this point.

I could feel cum in my balls starting to rise up. Sheila's moans of pleasure spurred me to a faster pace. No more drawing it out, I needed to cum soon. I brought myself up to a position where I could thrust even deeper. From her quick shout it was obvious Sheila was caught by surprise as my cock was buried to the hilt inside of her. Within thirty seconds, I was done. My pace slowed, and I could feel my cum filling the end of the condom as my cock twitched inside of her.

My body became still as I tried to catch my breath and recover from the release of energy I had just experienced. I tried to support my weight above her, and could hear her heavy breathing as she too tried to recover. Slowly I felt her legs release their grip on me and until they came to rest back on the bed.

I slowly extracted myself from her. Kneeling between her legs, and trying not hit my head on the bunk above, I looked her in the eye.

"You ok?" I ask.

"Sore," Sheila responded, "but good. God you are not small!" She smiled as she said this.

I exited the bed and stood by the side. Sheila's eyes were glued to my still fairly erect cock, and the tip of the condom that was still swollen with cum. I grabbed the base of the condom, pushed all the cum to the tip with my other hand. The reservoir filled with the white fluid and expanded even more.

"Is that a lot?" Sheila asked.

"It is for me," I responded.

The look on her face seemed to express great satisfaction in a well accomplished task. I slid the condom off and then walked to the bathroom as disposed of it.

When I returned to the room, Sheila was lying on her back with eyes closed. Ahand on a breast, fingers tweaking the nipple.

I laid down in bed beside her.

"Let's see if I can take away some of that soreness," I said.

I placed hand in between her legs and began to gently rub her mound and labia. They were still wet and swollen and easy to manipulate. Sheila responded quickly with moans of pleasure. I avoided penetrating her to prevent causing any more discomfort. After a few minutes I switched to a single finger and began to focus on her clit.

She acted surprised at first, I couldn't tell if that was really the case, or if she was simply over sensitive. I circled her clit with my finger, then quickly slid it down the length of her wet lips, and then returned to the clit. Each time I removed my finger from her clit, she let out a quick gasp of air. 

After a few more minutes I decided it was time to try and finish her off. I stayed focused on her clit, and she responded with a loud exclamation as she bucked her hips in the air. I kept my finger on her clit as her hips began to twitch, and unintelligible noises came from her.

Sheila's orgasm finally subsided and she grabbed me around the back of my neck and pulled me in for a crushing kiss. Her tongue slipped into my mouth and probed for mine.

Finally she relaxed and I was released from her grip and allowed to lay back down on the bed. We laid there naked and talking. Surprisingly it was extremely comfortable. Really no talk of what we had just done. Just discussion of school, new experiences that awaited us, and people we worked with. 

There was some occasional touching and caressing. It wasn't sexual though, at least at first, just two people enjoying the nakedness of each other. I began to lightly run my finger tips down the back of her ass and thigh and this must have ignited something in her again.

Sheila pushed me onto my back and grabbed my cock. She leaned over and kissed me as she she stroked me.

"Are you fully recovered?", she asked.

"Yes," I replied.

"Can I get on top?", she asked.

"Of course," I replied, smiling now.

I watched Sheila as she got up out of bed and walked over to her desk again. She grabbed the pair of condoms and separated the packages with an audible rip. She smiled and wiggled the square package at me as she walked back to the bed. 

"Can I put it on you?" Sheila asked as she stood at the side of bed.

I nodded my approval.

She sat down on the edge of the bed and started stroking my cock again. For the next two minutes she didn't say a word. Just slowly stroked it as if she were studying its shape and texture. Coming out of her thoughts, she grabbed the condom again and tore open the package. Pulling the latex disk from its wrapping she studied it for a moment.

"Is there right way?" she asked.

"Yes, the side where you can see it rolled up faces up," I responded.

"Ah, yes!"

Taking my shaft in one hand, Sheila placed the condom on top of the head and pushed down. At first, there was a little difficulty unrolling it. Once it was past the ridge of the head, she easily unrolled it the rest of the way.

Once the condom was on, Sheila quickly crawled onto the bed and straddled me. She couldn't quite sit straight up because of the upper bunk bed, so she leaned over with her hands pressed against my chest. She lowered her hips onto me, and slowly rocked back and forth. I could sense she was already very excited by how easily the cleft of her sex glided over the length of my shaft.

I reached up and cupped one of her breasts in my hand. It was firm, and I could feel the stiff nipple in the palm of my hand as my fingers lightly stroked the soft flesh. I watched her face as I played with her breast and she continued to slowly grind away on my shaft. Her eyes were closed, her breathing was heavy and mouth partially open. Her face tensing up periodically. I tugged at her nipple as I pinched between two of my knuckles, and she let out a groan.

Grinding against my cock didn't seem to be enough for her. Sheila lifted up off of me, and reached between her legs to grab my cock. I could feel her rubbing it against her sex, searching for her opening with the head. Finally she found it lowered herself onto me. She took it slow, and appeared to wince a couple of times. When she had taken my entire length, she relaxed and started to slowly move her hips.

Sheila opened her eyes and smiled, "You feel great."

"You feel pretty great yourself," I responded. 

She was sliding up and down my length and it felt as if she was tugging on me as she did it. After a few times she would stop and grind her clit against me for a few seconds and then repeat the process. I would raise up my hips to meet her some of the time, but was careful to not spoil her fun.

Sheila continued this process for probably close to ten minutes. While she did, I enjoyed the feel of her skin, her breasts, her ass. It was all mine to experience. 

Eventually she stopped sliding up and down my cock and resorted to just grinding away at me. Her rhythm picked up speed, and I grabbed hold of her hips, helping her with the motion. Faster and faster she gyrated on my cock, exclamations of pleasure coming from her.

And then suddenly, she collapsed onto my chest. Her insides still tugging slowly at my cock, but much slower now.

She kissed me, "Thank you."

I just smiled. My fingers running down her back, over her ass, and then back up towards her neck. She extracted my cock from her tight puss, and rolled over on to her side facing me. She stared and smiled at me. I really wanted to crawl on top of her again, but I wasn't sure what she was thinking.

"Get out of bed," she instructed.

I paused, not quite sure what to say, "What?" is all that came out.

"Get up and stand by the bed," she said again.

Reluctantly I slid my legs over the edge of the bed and then sat up. I turned back, hoping she would change her mind and invite me to stay. She just smiled, cocking her head as if she was saying to keep going.

I stood up, careful not to hit my head on the upper bunk, and turned around so that I was facing the bed again. The top of the upper bunk's mattress was about even with my chin. I stood back far enough so I could still see into the lower bunk. My arms out in front of me, supporting myself against the upper bunk's frame.

Sheila laid there for another moment, then slid her legs around to the edge of the bed. When she was done, she was sitting on the edge the bed, legs straddling mine, and my cock pointed right in her face.

She took my cock in her hand, studying the underside as she slowly stroked it and considering how to remove the condom. 

"Just roll it off," I stated.




Winter Break



"Like this?" she asked, as she caught some pubes up in the latex.

"Ouch!"

"Sorry," Sheila said meekly. She held the pubes back with one hand while she rolled the condom back off.

Tossing the condom to the side, then with one last thoughtful gaze she lowered her head and took me in her mouth. The feeling was incredible, and I let out a quick breath as her tongue swirled around the head.

She was tentative at first, only taking a little in her mouth at a time, and periodically backing off entirely. As I signaled my approval, she gained more confidence and took me deeper into her mouth. I removed one hand from the upper bunk, and reached down for her. Her hair was stiff with hair spray, and my fingers caught in it as I tried to run them through her hair. I finally just let my hand rest on the back of her head as it bobbed rhythmically. 

She looked up at me a few times. Smiling with my cock in her mouth. I couldn't help but smile back. She tried out several techniques, long slow strokes, taking me deep into her mouth, other times just focusing on the head with her tongue. But it was when she began to take just head in and out of her mouth quickly that I knew I was in trouble. Her upper lip rubbed against the ridge of my cock, and that sent me over the edge.

"I am gonna cum", escaped from my mouth. It was more of a statement than a warning to Sheila though. Either way, she backed off my cock, pointed it at her boobs and started to stroke me. 

It wasn't long and I was shooting strands of white goo on her breasts. The liquid ran in between and off to one side as she continued to pump me with her hand which was also coated. I had to hang on to the top bunk to keep my knees from buckling.

As I start to relax and regain my strength, she took me in her mouth again. This time I could feel her tongue cleaning me off.

"Sorry", she said when she had finished. "I wanted you to cum in my mouth, but I was afraid I might choke on it."

"No, it was incredible," I responded.

She just smiled, then stood up and walked out of the room. I leaned against the upper bunk, still trying to fully recover. I looked down at my cock, only semi-rigid now, but still glistening from the coating of saliva.

"You made quite the mess," Sheila stated as she walked back into the room. My cum had been cleaned from her breasts. "Hope you are happy with yourself!"

For a second I wondered if she was mad. But the quick smile let me know that she wasn't.

"You can clean up in the bathroom if you want," she stated.

I left the room to clean up. When I returned from the bathroom, Sheila was partially dressed. 

She was standing next to her desk, with her remaining clothes draped over the back of the chair. Her panties were on, and she was tugging on her jeans. I stood naked in the doorway as I watched her. I was surprised how sexy it was to watch a woman shift her hips as she wiggled into her jeans.

It was too much watching her. As she reached for her bra I walked towards her and took the bra from her hand. Then I leaned down and kissed her hard. She responded and soon her tongue was in my mouth. I couldn't resist, I had to possess those perfect breasts again. My kisses wandered down her neck. She leaned her head back in response. My mouth made its way down her chest until finally it found a nipple. 

I could hear Sheila gasp as I toyed with the nipple. I reached up and rolled the other one between two fingers. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled it towards her. I sucked harder as I moved both hands down her belly. I was searching for the button to her jeans. When I found it, I yanked it open with one hand, and pulled the zipper down with the other.

I could hear her sigh at the release from her jeans. My hands searched for the waist of her jeans and panties. As I pulled down, she reversed the process I had found so sexy earlier. I was able to get them past mid-thigh before I had to release her nipple from my mouth. I knelt in front of her, sliding the pair the rest of the way down her legs. 

"Whatever you are going to do, you better be quick with it", she said as she stepped out of the pair and I tossed them aside.

"Sit on the edge of the desk," I said. She followed the instruction, one leg raised with the foot resting on the seat of the chair. The other still on the floor.

Kneeling on the floor, I situated myself in front of her. I kissed the inside of the thigh that was raised by the chair. I took the calf of the other leg and raised it over my shoulder and dove between her legs. I sucked her labia into my mouth and pulled at them. I could taste and smell the condom which had parted those lips earlier.

I could hear Sheila breathing hard and softly moaning already. My tongue penetrated her, the flavor was noticeably stronger. I worked my way up and found her clit. My tongue played with it. I could feel her hips starting to move. I sucked her clit into my mouth and almost immediately her hand was on the back my head pulling me into her. I sucked harder and her hips slowly ground against my mouth. 

After a couple more minutes she let out a scream of relief. She continued to pull my head into her, but I lost control of her clit as her hips twitched and convulsed. 

Finally she let go of my head. I stood up, backed away and wiped off my mouth.

"Sorry, I will have to owe you one," she said. "You need to be checked out by midnight, there isn't much time left."

Nothing more was said. We both hurried to get dressed again. I stole a glance of her pulling on her jeans again. It was still sexy the second time.

We left the dorm room and she walked me to lobby. The security officer at desk checked me off as leaving.

"When will you be back in town?" she asked.

"I don't know," I responded, "not for a few weeks at least."

"Give me a call if you want to get together."

But that never happened, at least not when I was back home. I did come home about a month later, but she was headed home that same weekend and we just never connected.

The weekend after spring break friends and I were sitting around my dorm room when the phone rang. It was Sheila. She was in town with one of her roommates, visiting the roommate's boyfriend. She was on the other side of campus and wondered if I would like to stop over later. I wasn't quite sure what to expect, but told her I would.

My roommate and friends headed out to an off campus party about 7pm. I decided I would head over to the other side of campus to meet up with Sheila. Her roommate, and the boyfriend plus a couple of others were in the room when I arrived.

Sheila introduced me to everyone. I was someone she "worked with" and it was left at that. We sat around and drank for a while, but by 9pm everyone but the roommate and boyfriend had taken off for other gatherings. 

"I would really like to see your dorm," Sheila said to me.

"Do you want to walk over there now?" I asked.

Sheila looked at her roommate, who responded with a nod and a smile.

"Yeah, how far is it?"

"About a 15 minutes."

"You probably better take your bag with you," Sheila's roommate interjected.

I was a little surprised at the comment, and I think Sheila was a little embarrassed. She sheepishly picked up the bag and grabbed her coat. As we walked out through the door, her roommate reminded us to have fun.

The walk back to my dorm was a little awkward, and not much was said.

"What was that about with your roommate?" I asked.

"She knows what happened over winter break," Sheila responded.

I wanted to press further, but decided not too. We were both already slightly uncomfortable, and I didn't see how asking would make it better.

When we arrived at my room, my roommate was still gone. Sheila plopped down her bag and took off her coat. Was she planning to stay the night? 

I showed her around the room. Pretty typical, lofted beds, coach underneath one, TV and stereo under the other. A couple of desks and wardrobes for clothes. 

I was sitting on the edge of my desk, kind of staring off while Sheila looked around and talked about the drive up.

All of a sudden she stopped talking and asked, "What are you thinking about?" (This was a common question when we were dating, and maybe a reason why we were no longer.)

Busted, I tried to think of something quick, but couldn't, so I just told her the truth.

"I was thinking about how much I wanted to bend you over your desk when we were at your place," I said.

There was obvious surprise in my response, but she hid it well.

"Why didn't you?" she asked.

"Ran out of time."

"We have plenty of time tonight don't we?"

I smiled, "Yes, Steve will be back for a few hours."

She walked over to her bag and dug around for a moment. Then she turned around and held out a string of three condom packages.

"I figured I would bring them along just in case," Sheila giggle. "Wouldn't want them to go to waste."

She walked back over. I reached out and grabbed her hips as her arms went around my neck and we kissed. She set the condoms on the desk and then backed up to pull off her shirt.

Her tits looked great in her bra and couldn't wait to feel them again. She unhooked her bra and tossed it on the coach with her shirt as I still sat on the edge of the desk and watched her.

"Aren't you going to join me?" she asked.

Realizing I was passing up an opportunity, I quickly stood up and started to undress myself. By the time I removed my boxers, my cock was hard and standing at attention.

She waited until I was completely naked before removing her panties. It was sexy as hell watching her remove them. Then she walked over to the desk and picked up the condoms. She tore one off, then opened the drawer, set down the other two and closed it.

I took the foil wrapper from her and opened the package. Focused on my cock, I placed condom on the head and unrolled it down my length. When I looked back up, Sheila was turned around, legs spread and leaning over my desk. 

The view was incredible. I reached between her legs and felt her wetness. Then I plunged a finger into her. She jumped a little at first, but then relaxed and was obviously enjoying it.

I removed my finger, and took my cock in hand. She was much shorter than me, and I had to kneel down to get at the right angle to enter her. I was going to let this opportunity pass, and did what I had to do.

I grabbed her hips and pulled myself into her. The angle was awkward though, and it was tough to get up a good rhythm.

"Why don't we try the couch," Sheila suggested. I thought I could sense some discomfort in her voice.

I pulled out from her, and she pushed herself up off the desk and walked over to the couch. Expecting her to lay down I was surprised when she knelt in front of it.

"Try this," as she looked back at me.

I knelt behind her, and found my way back into her. Much easier this time, and we quickly had a rhythm going. She pushed against the couch so that her hips met mine each time I slammed into her.

I leaned back so that I could see myself sliding into her, I loved the view. I parted the cheeks of her ass, and checked out her tight hole. 

The sound of my hips hitting her ass began to quicken. I couldn't tell who initiated the faster pace, but it was enough to send me to the edge. The cum was rising into my cock and soon it flowing into the condom. I knelt there behind her, trying to maintain my balance. She was still as I twitched and swayed.

I pulled out from her and knelt back on my heels. She looked back as if to determine that I was ok. When she was satisfied, she got up and sat cross legged on the couch in silence.

I stood up and removed the condom. I held it up and Sheila looked at it with disgust, then started to laugh. I dropped it in trash can.

"That was fun," she offered.

"I enjoyed the view of you from behind," I admitted.

"Really?"

I nodded my head in assurance and went to sit down by her.

"Maybe we had better get dressed in case Steve comes back," she offered.

After dressing we watched TV until well after midnight when we decided to move to my bed.

"Just in case", Sheila said as she opened my desk drawer and grabbed a couple of condoms. 

She stood on a chair and pulled herself part way up into the lofted bed. I had to give her a little boost, and got a nice view in the process. She had pulled on a tee shirt, but obviously hadn't put any panties on.

I quickly joined her. Pulling myself up by the beam that ran the width of the room in between the two beds.

We laid there talking for a while. Mostly about school and plans for the summer. 

"Did you ever tell your roommates about that night over winter break?" I asked.

"Of course. I made sure they all knew there wasn't a virgin in our apartment anymore," she laughed as she said this. 

"They were impressed with the blow job I gave too," she added.

I was a little surprise, and embarrassed at how much she had shared. At the same time, I felt good about how proud she was of it. 

We laid there in silence for a minute, the visual of that going through my mind.

"Can you get hard again?" she asked.

"Yes," I responded.

Sheila reached down and started to rub my cock through my shorts. I could feel myself getting hard immediately. Once I was hard she reached inside my shorts and stroked me a few times before stopping to reach for the condoms. 

She ripped one off the strip and handed me the package. I pushed my shorts off and dropped them over the side of the bed. The condom was a little difficult to put on in the dark, but I eventually found the correct side and rolled it on to my erection.

Each of us took a turn on top. Humping and grinding against the other, searching for relief until finally finding the release.

I carefully made my way out of the loft. I removed the condom and dropped it in the waste basket. It felt heavy and made a noise when it landed. I climbed back into the loft, not feeling the need to find my shorts on floor beforehand. I curled up close to Sheila and we quickly fell asleep.

I woke up the next morning with an incredible hard on poking against Sheila's bare ass. Without thought I rubbed it against her, searching for some relief. She woke up and rolled over to face me. Half awake, she reached down and started to stroke me. 

I was ready to climb on top of her, condom or not, when she reached full consciousness. Realizing it was morning, she sat up slightly and looked across the room.

"No, Steve is here," she whispered.

"Is he asleep?" I asked.

"Looks like it," she responded.

"He won't wake up," I tried to say convincingly. 

"Wait," she said, pushing me back off of her.

Sheila proceeded to slide down the length of the bed until her face was almost at my waist. She wasted no time taking me in her mouth and was serious about making this quick. 

She focused on the head of my cock, her lips stimulating the ridge. I rolled on to my side to obstruct any view Steve might have if he were to awake. This position allowed her to work harder and I could feel the cum rising in my balls. 

I grabbed the back of Sheila's head and push deeper into her mouth. I tried not to shake the bed as I spasmed in her mouth, but I was only partially successful. I could feel her swallow and then clean me off with her tongue.

When she finished she looked at me, smiled and said, "We are even now."

Sheila poked her head up over me to see if we had wakened Steve. Fortunately he had slept through the whole thing.

After my erection had subsided I climbed out of the loft and quickly found my shorts on the floor. Sheila followed, again giving me a nice view of her body. We scrambled around for the rest of our clothes and got dressed.

It was close to time for Sheila to meet back up with her roommate. We left my room and walked back to the other side of campus. Not much was said on the walk back. But I could sense she had accomplished what she had hoped to with her trip.

We arrived at her roommate's boyfriend's dorm and said a quick goodbye. I would see her a few times at work over the summer, but they were short encounters, and this would be the last of any physical relationship.

After that summer I wouldn't see her for another 15 years. It was a chance meeting when I was home to visit family. I had moved away, but she had stayed in my home town. She was out having dinner with her husband and friends. Likewise I was out with my wife and friends from home. It was a brief, cordial conversation with introductions, but that entire time, I wondered if she was thinking about the same thing I was.