0 comments/ 245893 views/ 21 favorites After School By: Andy Limelight This is a piece of erotic fiction. Its content is intended for an adult audience. It is not meant for people below the age of 18. Read this only if you're of a mature age. - Andy Dave sat with his back against a locker, reading his paperback. A heavy reader and a fantasy fan, he always carried one, both for pleasure and for waits like this one. The fiction fought for his attention over his own thoughts of Aliasa. She had cheerleading practice every Tuesday after school and it was her he was waiting for. And this Tuesday might be special. And here she comes: lithesome, streamlined legs disappearing under a flimsy skirt halfway up her hips, a well-fitting t-shirt, wet hair free (from a recent shower), shoulder-length, curling at its ends- a sight that made him squirm. Needless to say, the paperback was forgotten in the advance of a very real, very beautiful young woman. She walked with a characteristic bounce in her step that would add a resulting bounce on her chest, at which Dave's adolescent eyes could not resist, and hair-locks swinging. Not that they (her breast, that is) were overtly large, simply publicly prominent; and were partly responsible for making his private coverts prominently large (you must forgive the author for this play on words, I simply couldn't resist *wink*). "How was practice?" He asks as she approaches him. She had an affect on him, uncomfortable but wonderful, almost intoxicating-- and he didn't trust it. It was too much like how he felt with his first girl and frankly fucking freaky, after so many cunts. She stopped at her locker, adjacent to one he was lying against, and settled on the balls of feet. "Enjoying the book?" She asked. She shared Dave's love of fantasy novels. "Brooks is good, Lackey is better." But that was as far their interest overlapped. Even within the genre they disagreed on most topics, albeit in degrees. It provided unending conversation material that would keep them up for hours, arguing. Right now though, his attention was once again distracted at the view she proffered, standing in front of him. It took all his willpower to maintain eye contact and not sneak a peek under her skirt. Were they pink? White? Plaid? It was after school, leaving the halls deserted. A perfect time for some healthy intimacy with the present girl in my life. They hadn't gone all the way as yet, but then they'd been going out for only a few weeks now. He put his book aside and getting down on one knee, placed a hand on her ankle, his fingers feeling smooth skin interrupted by sandal straps. He then brought his hands to smoothly caress her calves. After passing a roguish grin, he lightly nestled his face on her crotch, shifting her face from left to right. But he didn't stay there for long. He brought his face onto her knees and licked them mischievously. This being the appropriate time, he placed a hand on her left thigh. His hand rose up under her skirt and fingers skirted the hem of panties (white, he discovered sneaking peek upwards) at her ass. Not long after this teasing she grabbed him by the hair and pulled him up. Pushed him against the locker and brought her body and lips against his. With his back to the wall and this brunette beauty in his arms, they were voraciously necking. Her arms on his neck, he held her supple waist as she held out her swan neck back for his attentions. She had a slim adolescent body, with small breast still not in bloom, but quite a handful, as far as Dave could tell. By now he had quite an erection in his pants and decided, with her response in mind, that it was time. Now only to get her attention! He brought his hands down and under her skirt to hold her buttocks through the thin material of her panties. With a squeeze on each of her buns he pulled her tightly to him. If she had any doubt, they were dispelled at the moment, feeling his hardness across the fabric of his trousers. She broke away from their kiss and looked at him. Her countenance shadowed indecision, but his eyes pleaded. Then she chewed her lip and nodded once. That was all Dave needed. But where would ensure them their privacy? Not the classrooms-- the custodian might make his rounds. The boys' room, just across the hall! Not the most romantic place, but intriguing. He grabbed her hand and quickly led her there. A sound escaped her, as he pushed the heavy door with the stenciled man, but she shut her mouth to any protest. Fortunately, the toilets were clean to clinical standards, and smelled of detergents, slightly citric. A decidedly pleasant smell. Thought Aliasa, but it might begin to get irritating after awhile. The toilet was a temple of this time: glass and metal, ceramic and tile, plastic and synthetic chemicals of smells and soaps. Conceivably, it was even romantic, if you forget its purpose. Or even if you do: a temple to bodily function. Exactly like the girls', thought Aliasa, huge mirrors reflecting their images. Save for the urinals. They felt odd to her, built for the male anatomy, like her? Who was that artist who assembled a urinal, or was it a commode, in a museum, labeling it art? I guess it was art, Aliasa supposed, a pale imitation of life. She too was a receptacle, but their act would be more human than just a natural, more divine. Even to this temple. Especially to this temple. Dave pulled her close to him, then paused to consider the stalls. Then picking one, apparently at random, holding her waist, pushed her into one, following behind. Once inside, he closed the door with his foot. Aliasa placed her hands over his which was her waist. Whereupon, slipping a thumb in the top her skirt pulls it down along with her panties, watching it expose those round curves, before it falls to the floor. Then he got around her, to watch her remove her top. He placed her hands on the edge of her t-shirt and motioned for her remove it. She proceeded with a smile; slowly raising the shirt to expose her belly and navel, and then bra, at which point she pulled the shirt to cover her face. All the while his hands were travelling on her stomach. Dave stared at those lace covered bosom, proffered with those arms raised entangled in her shirt. When the shirt came off, he held her hand up and kissed at an armpit, and then at the shoulder, then nearer to her breast. She brought her hands down and under his untucked shirt and undid his belt. Dave's hand went to her back and to thin strip of cloth that held those screens to her breast. Aliasa slowly stroked his bulge and then went for the button, slipping the zipper down. Dave struggled with the clasp. When he finally got it open she had pulled down his own trouser to his hips. She tugged down his briefs releasing his penis as her own bra fell off her landing on his erect tool, balanced between the two cups. She giggled at the sight. Dave chuckled, but his eyes were fixed on her breast, handful with nipples that poked upwards. He was enrapt. He was about reach for them when Aliasa went to help him remove his trousers. Bending to remove his shoes, she studied him. Decent sized, but well-hung, and the width! It was his moment at last: Aliasa stood nude before him, her perfect petit body aglow with youthful pride. And himself finally divested of his trousers and jocks. His erect member extended insolently under the edge of the shirt. Aliasa found the sight extremely exciting: his penis jutting out of the curtained folds of his shirt after his last button like those old bulky camera with lens jutting out under the covering over the frames. But now what? In such close-quarters (the stall was barely 6 feet across) the most obvious course was a sitting position, with her on top! That would give her complete control. No way to accomplish their inaugural fuck. He needed to show what he could do. His ego aside, he would prefer they started off on more equal footing. He also preferred it sometime really soon! He moved near her and began his oral assault on her shoulders up, endeavouring to chaotically cover that entirely, his tongue slipping in and out of his mouth as he licked and nibbed. His hands started of her waist, but one wondered towards her back and the other over one pert breast squeezing and pinching. The hand on her back slipped down to hold one buttock and pulled her closer, until his dickhead nuzzled her belly. Aliasa right hand strayed below and found his balls: oval rocks suspended in a soft tender sac of skin with fuzzy hair that ticked her palms. "I'm ready," Aliasa informed him. "Not on the seat," he entreated. "Standing?" she inquired. "I have something in mind." She gripped his penis behind his dickhead, reached into his breast pocket and pulled out one of his condoms. His organ became livelier, quivering in anticipation. She had to restrain a shudder down her legs. Catching the edge of the casing of the condom in her mouth, ripped it open with her teeth. Study his response: another to note. She thought, An oral fixation, as well, judging from his spunky's spring. Caressing his penis with light fingers, she brought down the condom to sheathe him, slowly pulling back the latex to envelop him, protect her. Here goes. She gripped his penis for balance and brought the sole of her right foot onto her knee. Then slowly extended her leg out, a classic ballet stance. Put it to some good use, all that training. She was already building a detailed and exclusive mental portfolio of him. Turned on with experimental positions, she added, taking note of another distinguished throb in his manhood... Either that or he really needed it. But his tortured whimper suggested the earlier. He laid his hand on underside of her extended thigh; so lightly, as though she'd might break like glass or dissipate like a cloud. Only when he a reassured she was flesh did he begin his slow rough strokes, betraying his passion he kept so well leashed so long. Or rather being truthful to it. His strokes were augmented with strong grasps. He completely avoided her pubis. She found this odd. I hope he doesn't have any inhibition with that area, she thought concerned. I so much like the feeling of being touched there. Not that it mattered now: she was wet and ready for him without needing a helping hand, so to speak. She murmured his name over and over, bewitchingly encouraging with words. Then she felt him near the periphery of the strip of her groomed pubic hair, almost cautiously. He proceeded to her slit, drawing his fingers up, then parting her lips to allow more access to her clitoris, touched them delicately, bringing a sigh from Alisa lips. He slipped a finger through the vaginal tract, finding her hot and wet. Crouching, he lowered his dickhead preparing to penetrate her. Alisa immediately brought her leg down, to open herself further. She held on to one shoulder for support and brought her other hand to guide him into her channel. Laying her hand on his tool, she cooed euphoniously, stilling him. Withdrawing his finger, he laid his hand over hers. Then they began, together the brought themselves to execute the coupling: bending her knees and Dave rose to meet her, his penis ascending to her open flesh. Ever so slowly, until half of his tool was swallowed in her warm tight channel. The penetration bought Aliasa a strange satisfaction, a contentment-- and an increased desire to be fulfilled. Likewise, being enveloped by Aliasa, brought Dave a snug gratification: he felt so complete and extremely randy. Holding still for a moment, like two dancers waiting for a band to strike; then they set off, to the silent music, a music ingrained in their genes-- the rhythm to their love-making. Dave set a slow tempo, deep strokes, unfailingly grazing her clitoris in each pass, earning gasps and moans. The tightness and the friction on his tool solicited groans punctuated with breath for air. She then raised her leg again, extended to an amazing 80 degrees and then dropping, so that her sole rested against the wall. Her body resembled the hands of a clock, fixed by Dave's center. This reduced her own movements, but allowed her to control the level of penetration. The sudden increase in pressure threatened to make him cum. He paused, demanding control from his body: closing his eyes, thinking he was elsewhere to stave of the loss control that would result in him shooting his load. When he brought himself to a more tolerable level-- but somewhere not too far from that threshold-- Dave increased his pace. Uncertain how much of this he could take, he worked harder to please her. He shifted his hand supporting her from her waist to her buttocks, massaging a cheek and teasing her anus with his fingers. The other hand holding her raised leg moved on to a breast, squeezing and fondling, dexterous fingers drawing circles around her aureoles and then timidly pinched her hard nipples. He picked up cues telling him it was working: drawn out throaty sounds and spasms of contractions. But not enough, he weighed. He (reluctantly) removed his hands from her breast, and roamed downward: tickling her belly and fingering her navel and then brought down to her pubic. Finding her clitoris, pressed it harder against his thrashing sheathed penis. And to add a twirl to this cocktail, he thought wryly. He raised his right knee and planted his foot on the toilet seat. The change of the angle surprised Aliasa, and earned him a respectful smile... and extra-long clutch on his tool. She rested her left hand on the knee and which allowed her more freedom to move, which she took full advantage, arching against him. Not long after, Dave was excruciating close to an orgasm, Aliasa not far off. Dave dreaded leaving her unsatisfied. His mind ran wild, desperate for something bold, knowing full well that he couldn't hold out for long. He brought the hand on her crotch onto her buttock under his leg and the other behind her back. Then it came, or rather he came, breaking through his threshold of control spurting semen into the latex casing. The corresponding thrust brought on her orgasm. And now the finale, he thought readying himself. He put the leg that was on the toilet seat between her own, then pulled it back to trip her, pushing her leg over his shoulder with the hand. Catching her fall, he sat down on the seat bringing her down on him with his hand to support her back. The rush of the fall coupled with the leg on his shoulder drove his penis so far into her, grinding her cervix, brought her to a tremendous orgasm, her thrashing challenging an epileptic fit. He could barely contain her, giddy with his own climax. Their movements subsided, and Aliasa had her feet planted on to the ground. She slowly eased out his penis from her, then quickly rolled out the condom off his softening tool and deposited it some toilet paper she had pulled out, before throwing it away. He pulled at the roll of tissue paper and wiped her clean. She sat on his lap. "Don't Dave, we aren't done." " I hoped not" "What was that you...?" "I didn't hurt you, did I?" "I'm no virgin, but I'll be sore for a while." "You shouldn't make any references that you've been with another man." "Oh? but you are the biggest cock I've had." She lied, wrapping her hand around his neck. "So you aren't completely ignorant of the etiquette." "Yes, and I do believe that a woman must come at least twice." She moved her lips on to his and they kissed passionately, her breast rubbing against him. His hands roam her torso. Breaking apart, Dave ducked his had to suck on his nipples, but she pushed his head away. Instead, her fingers went to work on the button of the shirt he had on, admiring his shoulders and pectorals. Brushing away his penis when she reached it, with a brisk, polite "I'll handle you shortly." She giggled when she reached his belly. "I'm working on it!" he said, annoyed. "They're cute, Dave." slipping her hands to give his love handles a squeeze, which quirked him even more. Then she removed his shirt from his shoulders, pulling out another condom from the breast pocket, before dropping it on the pile of clothing. Using the women's alchemy, she converted his waning cock to metal: strokes and coos and thrusts and bust. Then she took hold of his hands and placed them on her waist. "Keep them here." She instructed, her gestures and tone demanded obedience. Dave complied, but with casualness that bellowed amusement from the order. Then she fitted another condom over his penis. Watching her confidence delighted him, an extremely erotic sight so close to her own genitalia. Then she rose to her feet and slowly lowered herself onto him. So slowly, it was as if she was lowering her self into a hot tub. As it were, Dave felt he was being fitted into hot tub himself, like hot wax fitting around him. When he was as far inside as he would go, she rocked back and forth, placing her hands on his shoulder, her eyes closed, apparently detached from the world. So light was her moments for a moment Dave feared going soft inside, but her periodical contractions reassured that would not happened. He then reached for a nipple with his mouth and chewed it lightly with his lips, enjoying her potent pointed breasts. Her corresponding moans told him she did too. His hand stoked her waist, holding tightly. Minutes past, drunk with pleasure, when she then brought her body down against Dave's. Her breast pressed against his own chest and neck. She brought their pelvises in contact and she slowly began grinding. Over her shoulder Dave studied her beautiful skin. Her grinding was augmented with a slow thrusting. She rose her face to look into Dave's. And in that moment David was convinced he was in love. Lips slightly parted, green eyes dazed, and her hair in disarray. She brought her lips down on his and the kissed passionately, faces melding. And in that kiss she climaxed, her quaking body in her arms and her vagina contracting wildly, the kiss, muffling out their moans. She held on to the feeling and fixed her feet firmly on the floor. Then she rose and fell, impaling herself on his penis: a hard solid fucking, a different universe to the gentle rocking, love-making only minutes ago. She continued briskly, moaning loudly, stealing Dave of his mind, reducing him to animal grunts. His hands grasping at her waist, pulling her down and up against him. Soon she brought him to another orgasm, and herself as well, which really felt like an extension of the first. Before he completely subsided, she rose off him. Placing her hand on his penis proceeded to remove his condom. She removed it time to witness the last jet of his dying orgasm, soiling her hands. Rubbing and caressing, she didn't allow Dave to go soft yet. Next on her knees, she cleant him off with her tongue, all the while exploring and testing. His hands on her hair, she pulled the foreskin back and had her tongue dance all over it his top, while a hand went to cup his balls. Then she ran her tongue under the thick vein under his penis. Next she took him into her mouth, warm and damp bringing her hand into play. Pumping and sucking, she brought him into another orgasm, swallowing the last drops of semen. His moans turned into endearments and promises. Slowly they dressed, and small chit-chat and flirting returned. Dave once again got philosophical. "You know, I was born in a restroom?" "Really?" "Ya, so it's kinda appropriate that our first fuck is in here, don't you think?" "I think you're full of shit, Dave." And then turning seriously," I think I'm in love with you." "I think I love you too" After School You lean back in the chair behind your huge desk on the side of your classroom as you inspect your history students working quietly on an in class assignment. You glance at the clock, five minutes left. You can't wait to get home and relax for a while. Your eyes wander the room aimlessly until you rest upon eyes looking back at you. I quickly avert my eyes when we connect but you keep your gaze. I sit at my small desk, legs crossed, eyes lowered, resting the tip of my pen on my bottom lip. You inspect my body closer. I wear a thin white blouse, that is stretched over my firm young breasts. You can see the outline of my bra. You see that the blouse is neatly tucked into a short grey skirt that ends at my mid-thighs. Licking your lips, your eyes move down my long legs to my knit socks and Mary Janes. You suddenly feel an urge for me. You can imagine taking me on the cold floor of the classroom. Your hands roaming up my thighs, undoing the buttons on my blouse with your teeth. You notice that I am looking back up at you, smiling sweet. I flick the tip of my pen with my tongue and then turn back to my work. You lean forward in the chair, getting more aroused with every move I make. Watching me, you decide that you are too horny to take care of this yourself. You're sure I like you too, you will hold me after class and teach me things I will learn no where else. You glance at the clock, two minutes. You take a deep breath and tap your pencil on the hard wood of your desk top. Never has the clock ticked by so slowly. You watch me finish and slip my things into my backpack. The class is starting to get restless. "Okay class," you call out. There is some assignment for them but you can't get your brain to think history. "No homework," you pronounce, giving up. The bell rings and everyone is up in a flash, rushing to put their essays on your desk. I move slowly and soon I am the only one left. "Could I talk to you about this essay?" You are stunned at how easy this will be. "Of course," you say quickly, imagining yourself licking my inner thighs, up and down. I walk around to your side of the desk and lean my hip against the top. My skirt is pushed up a bit and you try not to look at the tanned flesh of my upper thigh. You fail and I notice with a smile. I slide my hand down my hip and, with my pointer finger, slide the skirt up a little higher and watch your reaction. You are jumping for the door in a second and dead bolting it. You quickly pull down the slide over the window and turn back toward me. "You are one of my best students," you mutter. I flash a dirty smile. "I am good at a lot of things." Quickly I jump up onto your big desk, feeling the hard wood beneath my fingers. "I think here will do," I say with a bat of my eyelids. Just the thought of taking me on your desk makes you hard and I gesture for you to come over with my finger. You quickly come over and push my short skirt up around my hips, reveling white cotton panties. I spread my legs and you stand in between them. Playing with your tie, I kiss your neck softly. You put your hands on my thighs and rub them, up and down, and up again. I moan softly at your touch and slip the tie from around your neck. As I undo each button on your dark blue shirt I kiss down your chest. Soon I have it all the way undone and you help me slip it from your shoulders. I smile and place my hands on your shoulders, rubbing them slightly. I move my hands form your shoulders, up your neck, and into your hair in a swifting motion that makes you shiver in pleasure. You move your hands to my blouse and stumble with the tiny buttons. In a second you are done and you open it to reveal a white cotton bra covering my 38C's. My nipples are hard already and you are quick to remove the bra. You look at me for a second, admiring my young perkiness. Then you move forward, wrapping your warm mouth around one of my nipples. I groan in ecstasy at the feel of you sucking on my nipple. You lick rings around it then suck it again, making me moan and shiver. I direct you to my other longing nipple and you continue the sucking and licking pleasure. After a while you continue down my stomach to where my skirt is still bunched up. We both look at each other, then you hungrily attack it, trying to get it off. I wriggle my hips to help you and soon I am left in nothing but my white panties, which are already soaked with my juices. Seeing my soaked panties makes you so hot that you immediately slip them off my hips and press my knees to each side of your waist. I smile down at you and you start to kiss me again. A sweet kiss on the mouth and then down my neck, harder. Down, tracing my collar bone. Then, licking my nipples, down my breasts. Farther, across my stomach, pausing to explore my belly button. By now I am almost pushing your head down with anticipation. Finally, you reach my mound, pausing for a second. "Please," I beg. You smile at me and hungrily lick up my sweetness. You feel yourself pressing hard against your slacks as you run your tongue over my clitoris, making it hard immediately. You spread my lips with your hands and plunge into my slit. I moan deep with pleasure and clench my fingernails into your back. "Yes," I say softly. You know I am almost ready and take your mouth away from me. Quickly, we work together to disgard of your slacks and they are off in a second. I grab your growing cock in my hand and run it up and down quickly. I can't wait that long for you. I use one hand on your balls and the other keeps moving on your cock. Soon you are ready for me too and you go to position your self at my opening. I spread my lips for you, feeling my juices run down my thighs onto your desk. You rub my slit slightly with the head of your cock, teasing me. "I need you now," I growl deeply. You are quick to respond and slide yourself into me partly. I lick my lips with a deep breath and place my hands on your bare ass. Then with a quick shove you are in me fully and I can feel you fill me completely. I toss my head back with a mix of growls and moans. You ram me with full force, knowing you are so close. You feel my nails dig into your ass as you pump me and then with a throaty sound you feel the walls of my vagina shudder as a gigantic orgasm grips my body. I take you in and milk your penis and you explode your hot cum deep inside me. As we both come back from our orgasms we smile at each other and you pull your half hard dick out. My pussy drips with a mix of our cum and I smile at you. "Thanks for the help." Mary looked down at the paper that sat on her desk and put her pen down. Her hand hurt. The bell rang seconds later and the teacher called for everyone to put their essay's on his desk. Mary panicked. She didn't write anything else, she didn't have any essay but this one. The students around her filed past her quickly, she had no more time. Quickly she grabbed the paper and stuffed the pen in her backpack. She tried to walk past her teacher's desk casually, but he noticed her lack of essay. "And where is your essay, Miss Apell?" Her teacher's handsome face focused on hers. "I didn't write one," Mary mumbled. "And what do you call that?" He pointed to the paper she held tightly in her hand. "Umm..nothing," Mary felt her heart race. "Give it to me," the teacher reached for it. "If you insist on wasting my call time Mary, I at least want to know what your wasting it with." Mary forcefully handed him the paper and he scanned it quickly with raised eyebrows. He took a deep breath and shifted in his seat. "You are to meet me in this classroom at six 0-clock sharp. No later, no sooner." He looked down at the paper once more. "I will keep this." Mary looked down and began to walk out. "And Mary," he called after her. She turned toward him. "You will not need a pencil." After School The senior class of West Ridge high filed in as the last bell rang. Mrs. Miller was writing on the board and was oblivious to the stares of the teen-aged boys as they walked past. Her skintight jeans left little to the imagination. David was especially struck. He had a hard time concentrating in Biology these days. Mrs. Miller was always on his mind. He heard the stories that floated around school about her nude modeling and "entertaining" of former students and hoped that they were at least based on some facts. Even though his seat was towards the back of the room he still had a good vantage point for observing her alluring outfits. She often wore her jeans so tight it was obvious she had no panties on. Her skirts were never closer than 6 inches to her knees. She stood at least six feet and her legs took up the majority of that. They were long and seductive. She spent hours in the sun, leaving them nice and tan. Some of her blouses also hinted to the fact that her breasts were equally tanned. Her long brown hair was flowing down her back David took his seat, as did the others and Mrs. Miller turned to address the class. David didn't hear a word that was said. He was too busy fantasizing about those longs legs and what it would be like to have them wrapped around his back. It wasn't until he heard Mrs. Miller saying his name that he came around. "David, Have you been paying attention?" she asked as his snapped back to the class. "Um…yeah. Of course. Could you repeat the question?" "What I said was, I need a volunteer to help me put the frogs back in their storage after school tonight. Your head was bobbing up and down so I thought you were volunteering." "Yeah sure. I'll help," David replied. Time alone with Mrs. Miller?? Who wouldn't volunteer? The rest of the day drug on for David. He had ALL kinds of ideas for what he could do, alone, with Mrs. Miller. When school was finally over he went back to her room. "Sorry David. My last class got done early so we put the frogs up. I guess I don't need your help after all," she said from atop her desk. Her long legs were crossed and one was swinging seductively back and forth. Her black-rimmed glasses sat beside her on the desk. Dejected, David said, "Its ok Mrs. Miller. I'll just have to walk home because I already missed my ride." His disappointment was clearly visible on his face. "I was just getting ready to go myself. I can give you a ride. It's the least I can do since you WERE going to help me." "Are you sure? I wouldn't want you to go out of your way or anything," David was hoping the excitement didn't show in his voice. "No problem at all," Mrs. Miller said, giving David a sly grin. This one is kid of cute she thought to herself as she and David headed out of school. As they were pulling out of the parking lot Mrs. Miller let her hand rest on the center console. She "accidentally" let it slide along David's leg as she drove. She would look over to gage his reaction from time to time. He seemed nervous but didn't move or say anything. As she pulled around a corner David finally spoke, "I live the other way Mrs. Miller." "OH, I hope you don't mind. I need to drop some things off at my place before I take you home. My room mate needs them for her class tonight and then I can run you home." "OK. No problem," David responded. His mind was again going wild with the idea of being at Mrs. Miller's HOUSE. When they pulled up Mrs. Miller killed the engine. "Come on inside, David. We'll only be a minute." David jumped out of the car. He could not believe his luck. He was actually going IN Mrs. Miller's house. When they got inside Mrs. Miller led him into the kitchen and offered him a soda. He accepted and sat at the table enjoying the cold drink. "I'll be right back, David. I just need to go up stairs and change." David almost choked on the pop as he watched her leave the kitchen. His mind raced with ideas of what she would be wearing when she came back down. When she returned she was wearing a silky black robe. It was so short it barely covered her nice round ass. David gulped as she walked into the kitchen. "I hope you don't mind. I am MUCH more comfortable in this. Do you need to get right home?" "I don't have a curfew or anything on Friday nights anymore since I turned 18. I can be out as late as I want." "That's sounds great because I would really like some company tonight," Mrs. Miller seemed to purr as she walked across the kitchen to where David was sitting. She came around behind him and let her fingers slide down his chest. Her lips came next to his ear as she whispered; "I have some Biology lessons for you tonight, David, if you're interested." David couldn't believe is ears. He had dreamt of this from the first moment he laid eyes on Mrs. Miller but now it seemed surreal. He took hold of her arms to be sure she didn't leave him. He turned his head to answer her and she met him with her lips. She kissed him deeply and passionately. Her tongue sought out his as their kiss raged on. Finally coming up for air she slid around in front of him and opened her robe. Underneath she was wearing a lace bra and matching panties. She let the robe drop to the floor as she helped David from his seat. David leaned down and kissed the tops of her full, firm breasts as they were overflowing the bra. Mrs. Miller took his hand and showed him where the bra fastened in the back. With some effort he finally got it undone and those magnificent melons feel free from their restraints. He took one in each hand and massaged them, reveling in how they felt in his hands. Mrs. Miller's moans echoed off the kitchen walls. Her knees were getting wobbly from her excitement so she turned from David and sat on the table. She indicated David should pull up a chair. Seating himself between her legs, David was in perfect line to see her laced-clad pussy. He could smell her musky aroma from beneath the panties. Mrs. Miller took his head in both hands and guided it ever so gently to her waiting sexpot. David needed little encouragement. He dove right in. Not even bothering to move her panties he licked her smooth lips through the material. Her taste intoxicated him. Mrs. Miller reached between her legs and moved the fabric of the panties aside giving David easy access to her sweet hole. He lapped up everything she had while she moaned and squirmed beneath him. His tongue slid deep inside, and then back up to tease her clit. Mrs. Miller screamed as he sucked her clit between his lips. Her juice flowed over his chin. He couldn't get enough. When David finally came up for air Mrs. Miller kissed the juice from his lips. "Let's go upstairs," she breathed heavily. It was a frantic race up the stairs and once there, David picked Mrs. Miller up and laid her gently on the bed. He looked deep into her eyes as he pulled her panties off over her hips. She sat up on the edge of the bed and began undoing David's jeans. It wasn't until now he realized how snug they had gotten. He thought they might burst before she had a chance to get them off. As his erect cock came into view she hissed in a deep breath. Her fingers wrapped themselves around his throbbing shaft, guiding it to her eagerly awaiting mouth. She opened wide and let him slide to the very back of her throat. His breath was ragged as he stood perfectly still letting this vision of beauty take his cock into her mouth and give him pleasure. She let him slide in and out of her mouth as her fingers sought out his young balls. David knew he wouldn't be able to hold out for long with such treatment. As if she could read his mind, Mrs. Miller reluctantly let his hard cock slide from her wet lips. She lay back on the bed drawing him on top of her. David stopped only long enough to shed his clothes then climbed on top of Mrs. Miller. They resumed their kissing and fondling. David wasn't sure how to proceed. He knew what he wanted but this was his teacher. Hs fingers traced their way across her heavy chest and down to her naked wet spot. With her excitement they easily slid inside. "Oh, David," she moaned bucking her hips up to meet his fingers. I need to feel you inside me. Fuck me David. FUCK ME!!" Needing no further instruction David positioned himself outside of Mrs. Miller's waiting snatch. As wet as she was, he dove in to the hilt on the very first stroke. David had to pause as his balls slapped against her naked ass. He leaned back and admired her breasts as he got control of himself. He slowly began to slide in and out, taking long strokes and savoring the feel of her cunt walls massaging his swollen meat. As he settled into his pace he leaned down and sucked a nipple between his lips. He had his hands wrapped around her ass cheeks to give him the best leverage. Mrs. Miller held the back of his head as he sucked her breasts. Each stroke seeming to drive her closer and closer. As she reached her peak she screamed out, "DAVID...I'M CUMMING!!" With that final burst of encouragement David threw back his head and shot his hot spunk deep within the walls of his biology teacher's wet snatch. He thrust several times each one letting out a stream of hot cum. His balls had never felt so full and he was giving it all to Mrs. Miller. When he had shot his entire wad he collapsed, exhausted on her soft breasts. They lay for some time, relishing in the moment. Finally David slid off and lay next to Mrs. Miller. He could feel her heart beating against him. He wanted this moment to last forever but when she spoke he was thrilled with her words. "I think you might have to come over more often for some Biology lessons, David." After School It was a long day and night. Classes til noon, then lunch and an afternoon and evening of Parent conferences. My first year teaching, but I came to the profession later, after a life in sales, and just knowing I needed to give something back. I have a full schedule of History and Economics to a thoroughly unappreciative gaggle of freshman students in a public high school After the evening session I went for a drink with some other teachers to a local bar, and as we had no classes the next day decided to continue the evening at a lesbian club about 10 miles distant, unfortunately, alone. The place was half empty, but I had been there before and nodded to a couple of women I had spoken with in the past. No sparks, and no quickies, life does not always imitate what passes for art in the erotic fiction world. Kim ran up to me and placed my hands on her hips then broke into a spirited half cha-cha as she gave me a slow hello kiss. My spirits perked, but she ran off and did the same to the next two women who came in. I just laughed and settled into a seat at an empty table. I ordered a glass of Pinot Grigio and settled back to watch the parade of life. My skirt rose above my knee and slid up my thigh, I slipped my heel off my foot and let it dangle thoughtlessly. Couples danced, stayed together, flowed apart, traded partners. Others, like myself were sitting quietly, waiting, throwing glances, some of which connected and there were waves of movement throughout the evening. I danced and flirted, but none of my partners particularly appealed to me just then, nor I to anyone especially. Finishing my second glass of wine, I saw a hand on the table, a woman’s left hand, there was the dull flash of gold on the ring finger. “May I sit here?” a solid voice asked. It is not that unusual for married women to come here, though most manage to remove their rings. The honest ones will tell you, but the ones who keep their rings on are making a statement. “You may be fun, but I am going home to someone.” I followed the hand upward with my eyes, a professional smile etched on my lips. I looked at her face, familiar in a vague way. Her blonde hair framed her smiling face in ringlets, an incongruous string of pearls adorned her throat. I could not recall her last name. Her son was in my History class second hour. An innocuous lad, somewhat pudgy, affable, cheerful, but seeking approval There had been nothing to really tell her at conference, especially as the sessions were held in a crowded cafetorium with lines of eager parents jammed together. I had not really noticed she was attending the conferences alone “Miss Archer, right?” I laughed, “I think you can call me Dee in this informal setting, Mrs. ........?” “Well, then, I think you should call me June,” a cheerful smile splitting her full lipsticked lips. She placed her drink down and sat, her silk blouse swelling to allow the outline of a cream colored soft cupped bra with prominent nipples showing clearly. “I hope you don’t think me forward, nor a stalker. Actually, I am quite surprised to meet you like this. I also hope you are not embarrassed.” “Why should I be? I don’t hide my sexuality, though I would never flaunt it, especially professionally.” She laughed again, “Not for yourself, surely. But it can be uncomfortable meeting someone from that other life. You may be assured, I have been involved in this part of our world long enough to realize anyone I meet here will surely not be prudish, nor judgmental.” That had flashed through my mind. A married woman in a lesbian bar, not far from her home. She must be very secure. It also went through my mind that she may be fishing for a third to ‘spice up’ her marriage. She was obviously bisexual. I recalled several instances where her son, Theodore, had mentioned his father. So it was safe to presume an intact marriage. “No, I am hardly a prude, I laughed, “Just your run of the mill single lesbian woman,” hoping I had put a stamp on my statement. No men. I hardly felt I needed a sign, but if this town was as close as it seemed to be, perhaps I needed a little more tacit method of telling where I draw the line. Actually, several of the fathers had flirted quietly, and I have developed a limp enough hand shake to perhaps have discouraged them. June again smiled, and placed her hand over mine as the waitress replaced our drinks with fresh ones. Alice, the waitress, grinned and chuckled as she noticed just who was the seductress in the tableau. My mind drifted back to feel June’s stockinged toes running up and down my calf as our fingers entertwined. I asked her if she cared to dance, and she shuffled into her heel as we rose to walk to the postage stamp sized dance floor. I had my hand on her hip over her black pants, her perfume must have been refreshed before coming out. I stopped her at the edge of the dance floor and stood behind her. I took her wrists in my hands. The sound system launched into Taylor Dane’s album “Can’t Fight Fate” Remixed, the first song was “Heart of Stone”, we moved sinuously to the fast beat of the driving music and lyrics. The second song was “With Every Beat of My Heart”, by that time I was pressing to her back, rubbing my silky skirt against her, sliding, kissing her neck. I ran my tongue over the edge of the string of pearls, inhaling her now heat heightened scent. The next song was some Salsa. June threw her wrists over my shoulders and I placed my hands adjacent her sides, my thumbs actually framing her breasts. Peering into her deep blue eyes, I smiled as we moved with a hip shaking rhythm. She drew close and our lips mashed, melded, moved together. I still considered it a hard flirt, expecting nothing and really offering nothing. Just as the last note of the crashing music ended, June drew her lips to my ear and whispered loudly enough for the nearest three tables to hear, “I want you.” My hands fell to her butt cheeks, I felt her naked, firm flesh under the satiny material. I smiled at her, and took her hand as we returned to our drinks. I knew there are some small, private tables in dark corners in this bar, and took both drinks in my hands and walked slowly to the farthest one. The music faded as we rounded a corner and went behind a partition. Nearly secluded, the table was a small round affair, partially surrounded by a well used leather curved boothseat. As soon as we nestled together, June kissed me hungrily. Her tongue drove between my open lips and rolled with my tongue in a dance of passion. She tasted like no other woman I had made love with. Sweet saliva, with a cinnamon undertone. Moans rose, I could not tell if it was me or her. I lifted my right knee to the bench and her hand immediately touched my thigh just at the wide band of my stocking. I felt a warm ooze between my thighs, soaking the lavender panties covering my hot pussy. Her fingers rolled up my thigh pressing the crotch of my panties between my now swollen lips, curling the middle finger she pressed my clit against my pubic bone. Our kiss deepened, hungry, greedily sparing. She winning, then I, surrendering to the unbridled lust filling our bodies. I raised my hand and cupped her bra encased right breast, squeezing. My thumb and forefinger rolling the tight nub as well as I could in its confines. She slipped her fingers under the waistband of my panties and touched the auburn patch of fur guarding my hot pussy. She slid her finger over my hood and parted it. Her finger sought and found the silky inner folds with an expertise I had felt in only one other. Caught up in the surprise and need I felt, I held her hand to my pussy, grinding up to her skilled digit. Her finger covering my slit and clit at the same time. Bringing me to a shuddering climax, I screamed into her mouth. June sat back against the worn leather and drew her finger to her lips as I quivered. She looked into my eyes and licked my cream from the pink painted digit. “A delightful appetizer. Now, take me home. I said ‘I want you’.” “What about your family?” “Ward is home, and is somewhat accustomed to my staying out once in a while, no questions, no need to give answers when he travels,” she said with a soft laugh. “And, no, we do not share. Though I am sure he would love to see me in the arms of such a gorgeous redhead. Or any other beauty, truth be told,’ her laughter was softer now. My hazel eyes sparkled as I fully appreciated her now. We left the bar together in a haze of anonyminity. A procession of two cars to my small apartment, another step down from my other world, but only temporary. The foyer and living room are still filled with boxes and books. I did have a sofa set up, overlooking the lake from the 12th floor of the high rise, a small Persian rug underlying it and a hand carved teak table. I always leave the drapes drawn to enjoy the view which did not escape June. I took her leather jacket and dropped it with my coat on the floor before taking her in my arms and twisting her hair in my fingers as my lips crushed down on her’s. I chewed her lips, sucked her tongue as I pulled her mouth into mine. My fingers ran down her back and unbuttoned the blouse, the expensive silk soft and warm from her body heat. I pushed away from her and drew the sleeves down her arms to reveal her nearly transparent bra, her large dark nipples stiff in the nylon. The blouse folded down her front, still caught in her pants waistband. I left her bra in place as I unsnapped the band of the pants and unzipped them, sliding them down off her ass to show her incredibly wet thong, her ass cheeks pliable under my kneading fingers. I helped her step out of the pants and watched her as her still firm legs were accented by off black thigh high stockings, her 4 inch heels arching her calves. A pool of expensive clothing now useless at her feet, she reached back to unhook her bra to allow her ample breasts to tumble free, eliciting a murmur of approval. June reached out and unbuttoned my blouse, the red thing slipping easily from my body as she quickly stripped me, leaving me bare as she slid my skirt down and knelt with her warm breath lightly flowing over my soaked panty crotch. She sucked the material and purred as she drank the freely flowing cream which had gathered there from my earlier orgasm. She slipped my panties down and licked my auburn bush, biting the hairs and pulling, shaking her head. I don’t wear a bra, and my nipples were steely points on my chest. I rolled them in my fingers as I humped against her face, giving her the woman juices she craved. Her tongue slid between my lips and pushed me back onto the teak table Straddling the wood, my ass on the end, knees up, June worshipped at my hot pussy. She sucked, probed, and hummed. “I love your pussy, Dee. The feel, the tightness of the flesh. I love the way you move to grind to my face.” My thighs quivered as she lifted my legs over her shoulders and rolled her tongue. June rubbed her cheeks over my matted fur covered mound. She fluttered her tongue and nipped my swollen labia. I locked my ankles together and slammed upward. My hands gripping the sides of the hard wooden table I ground against her now glistening face. She put two fingers together and slid them into my tightness. They sliced and drove deeper, higher and suddenly she parted them, stretching me, a dull ache as her knuckles rocked over my swollen lips. Her mouth concentrated on my clit, toothless bites, soft rubbery nibbles. I could feel her humming in her throat. The vibrations shooting deep into my pussy, my juices freely flowing. Clamping my thighs against her head I felt spasms as a long wailing moan escaped my lips. June’s fingers slamming against the inner walls lubricated with that clear hot lavalike nectar she wanted so much. Locking my eyes to her glazed deep blue eyes, I gasped and moaned. I quivered and quaked in a headlong rush to the edge of sheer ectasy. I overflowed and coated her face with my clear honey. Shaking again from my bliss, I rose from the table and took her hand in mine pulling her to my bedroom. I pushed her face down on the duvet and knelt between her outstretched legs my fingernails raking her fleshy ass, the little roll of flesh at her waist yielding to my touch. I pushed her ringlets aside and licked her neck as I rubbed my sodden pussy to her asscheeks. My nipples pink, full as I rubbed them against her back I ground my pussy to her ass, wetting the cleft before kissing down her spine, holding her wrists in my hands trapping her to my desires I lapped a long wet trail down her spine, kissing the dimple at the base of her spine before sliding into the rich, humid cleft between her cheeks. I slipped the tiny thong from her pussy and just ripped the thin string around her waist. I moved back to allow her to rise to her knees before licking the tight, rubbery ring. My tongue rolled, a blast of warm air from my lungs before drilling into her asshole She ground back against my face, my hands on her wrists pulling her tighter Releasing her left wrist I pushed my fingers between the lips of her pussy, starting a deep finger fuck. Her loose lips covering my fingers to the knuckles as she moaned and begged for me to fuck her, to enjoy her. Her pussy sucked and clamped, released and pulled my fingers deeper. I fucked her faster and faster, my tongue wet, full in her tight asshole. Loud noises from her pussy and ass, my saliva and her nectar forming a pool on the bedclothes. As June moved back to my face I drew back, and rolled her onto her back lifting her legs to expose her long lips and unhooded pearl, the aroma strong, compelling, drawing my lips to them, my tongue lapping, taking her left lip between my lips and biting, her long moans filling the room. She held her ankles in her hands now, splayed open to me. I reached around her neck and loosened the string of pearls, sliding them off. June rolled left and right, up and back as I took the pearls and slid them along her slit, the gray beads glistening with her wetness. Brushing her clit with each pearl, slowly, one by one. Down her open, wet, aromatic pussy, sawing the strand over her exposed womanhood. She shivered and quaked. Her scent rising to my nose as I pushed the end of the strand into her pussy with my tongue One. Two. Three. One after the other until her pussy was filled with the strand, only the last four pearls exposed. Flattening my tongue, I pressed the exposed perfect round pearl to her clit and pushed her fleshy pearl to the gem. Again moving my mouth to cover her pussy, pressing my tongue against her flesh and pulling the strand over her clitoris as June screamed a loud orgasm. She spurted and flooded my lapping tongue. I sucked her honey and swallowed what felt like a gallon of sweet, oozing, tangy woman musk. Her slick inner pussy walls rubbing my face as I nodded my head and buried my tongue into her. She loosened her grip on her ankles and pulled me up to share the combined tastes on both our faces and mouths. Full breasts to smaller ones, blonde mound to red fringed slit. June held me tightly, we clutched each other, shivering, quaking, eyes closed, gasping and moaning in primal lust. “Thank you, Miss Archer, escaped her lips, “When is the next conference?” (Thanks for the wonderful response I had to my previous submission. Special thanks to my mentor and friend patricia51) After School Activities It was after practice for everyone. I thought I was going to get a ride home with the girls, but when I walked out of the lockerroom, their car was gone. I was ticked. As I walked around the building, a bunch of the guys from the football team were hanging out. I grew up with most of them and remained friends with them as well. Charlie lived about 3 blocks away from me and I went over and asked if he could give me a ride home. None of the guys thought anything about it since I wasn't like the other cheerleaders that put out for them. I was almost like one of the guys and in a way, I like that better than being talked about like a piece of meat. Charlie and I got in the car and we made a stop at the 7-11 since he wanted a slush. Unlike a normal person, he would take the top off and drink it without the straw. We continued to drive and started to talk about some of the girls on the squad. As we were laughing, Charlie went past a stopped short when he nearly went past a stop sign and his slurpie went all over me. I was covered in cherry cola. My uniform top was going to be stained if I didn't get it into water immediately. We were a block away from his house and he said that I could borrow a shirt if I wanted to just soak my top to stop the stain. I used to play at his house all the time when we were little so I basically helped myself to his bathroom. I took off my top and put it in the water to soak and saw that my skirt was okay. Thinking that he was still downstairs, I peered out of the bathroom hoping that he wouldn't see me in my bra. With the coast clear, I walk over to his bedroom door and look over my shoulder seeing that I was along. I opened his door and stop in my tracks. There Charlie is, his naked back, tight ass, strong shoulders and arm.....wait! I caught myself staring at him just as he turned around. I turned my head, embarrassed and started to stutter trying to apologize. He grabbed a towel to cover himself with and then said he was decent. Decent my foot. I was walking down his hallway when he asked if I wanted a shirt. I forgot I was just wearing a bra! Holding my arms up to cover my breasts, I went back to his room. His towel was tightly wrapped around him and I couldn't help but stare at him. It must have done something to him because a huge bulge started to form. I walked over to him and said that I couldn't get over how built he was. He said the same as he stared down at my arms. I was feeling tingly inside as he stared at me. He got closer to me as I dropped my arms down. I wanted to see more of him. He looked into my eyes and then kissed me. I put my arms around his waist and slowly undid his towel. It was a long time since I slept with a guy and after his kiss, I wanted more of him. I let my hands run over his chest. Damn he felt good. He went to his bed and sat down. As I looked at him, he was hard as a rock. I walked over to him and he worked his hands up to my now very alert tits. He started to kiss them as he pulled them out over my bra. My fingers grabbed at his hair as he started to suck. I was in a trance biting my lower lip! As I was enjoying this, he went under my cheerleading skirt and started to play with my panties. I seperated my legs and his fingers found their way to my very wet pussy. Charlie pulled my panties down and I went to take my skirt off and he told me no. I kissed him hard as I pushed him back to lay down on the bed. I knelt beside him and started to play with his very stiff cock. He was so big, and gasped when I started to stroke it. As I bent over and licked around his chest, his fingers played with my very wet pussy. He had me breathing heavy and I could only think about was how great his tongue would feel...... I swung my knee over him and sat on his face. I sat straight up as his tongue danced around licking, sucking, my hips moving around in circles. I worked my way down and licked his monster. He was so big, so hard. I licked him up and down. I teased it. Listening to him moan, my mouth closed over his cock and I started to suck. Up and down, slowly at first. My hand playing with his balls. His tonge was driving me crazy that I didn't notice that we were not alone. I opened my eyes to see his dad by the door, watching, playing with his own cock. I wanted to put on a show for him. He was also built from his days in football and having him watch made me even hornier. Charlie didn't even know he was there especially since my skirt basically covered his head. As I licked and sucked Charlie's cock like a ice cream cone, I saw his dad come in the room. I slowly sat up, my full 36d's out ready to show off. I sat straight up and as Charlie's hands pulled me down so he could eat my pussy harder, I started to play with my tits. I looked over to Mr. Collins as I started to play with them. He was stroking himself and licking his lips. I started to suck my finger as he took a chance and walked over to us. He took my hand and put it on his cock and I started to jerk him off, slowly. He put his hand on my head and came closer to my face. I licked the tip of his dick and I felt so nasty. Here I am, 2 men at once....father and son. The though got me so hot and made me feel so wicked that I took his cock all the way in my mouth. He was holding back trying not to make any noise and I was moaning and so turned on! Suddenly the phone rang in Charlie's room and his dad ran out. The answering machine went on and his mom's voice was talking. I got off his face as he wiped his mouth. He didn't want to take the call since it was quite clear that he wanted to fuck right then and there. I told him to take the call since I had to get home anyway. I grabbed a shirt and then went into the bathroom. After I closed the door, I couldn't get over what just happend. I was still very wet and wanted to play more but I thought it would be best for me to go. I twisted my uniform top to get the extra water out and went into Charlie's room. He said he had to go pick his mom up from work. I started to go out his door and he grabbed me, and kissed me hard and passionately. I wanted to jump on his cock! He said that we would get together again, very soon to pick up where we left off. He went into the bathroom and I went downstairs. As I was heading for the front door, I didn't see Mr. Collins anywhere. I walked by the study and heard my name. I went in and Mr. Collins was sitting at his desk having a drink. He told me to close the door and I did. I didn't know if he was going to be mad at me or what. All I knew is that I was still horney and I wanted a good fucking. I put my bag down and went over to his desk. As he started to say that he didn't plan on anything happening, I started to take off my shirt. As I walked around the back of his chair, I pulled my tits out over my bra. He was still talking a bit as I took off my panties. I walked around and sat on his desk and stared at him. He took another drink and I got up and slowly started to titty fuck his face. As he started to suck one, he was undoing his pants. I pulled his head closer to my tits and I bent down and told him I wanted to suck his cock. I had him stand up and he kicked his clothes away. I went down on my knees and took his dick in my mouth and started to suck madly. His hands on my head, he held on as I took it in all the way. His moans told me he was at hot and horny as I was. As I stood up, I turned around, legs spread, inviting his cock to fuck me doggie style. He entered and held my hips as he pumped in and out of me. He sat back down and I straddled him. Up and down, with my hips moving around, shaking my titties in his face. I was now in charge. I fucked him hard. His cock was huge and I tried to take it all in to my tight, wet pussy. Right when I told him I was cumming, he pulled me down on his cock hard. And again. He pulled me down again and he released. It was total sexual satisfaction. He kissed me, and I realized like father, like son. I got dressed and went home. Smiling all the way. Wondering......what would it be like to have them both to suck and fuck? Hmmmmmm. After School Activities Everyone has their after school activities. Some attend clubs. Some do athletics. Some hang out at the local community center. Some volunteer. Some try their hand at theater. I have my own activity but it's a little ... out there. I spend every weekday afternoon being held prisoner. It started my senior year. I had been staying home alone after school each day, being 18 I could do that you know, but a series of violent home invasions in the area put an end to that. So my mother arranged for me to spend my time with my former babysitter. Which suited me just fine. Katy was a goddess. A tall leggy brunette with the biggest boobs I had ever seen. She had an angelic face that masked the devil living inside. She was also very affectionate. Whenever she saw me she would pull me in for a painful hug crushing my chest against her much more ample one. She would also kiss me all over my face or playfully pat my butt. I loved every second of it. The first week was great. Katy's college classes hadn't started yet so we spent all afternoon together. We would lay on the couch for hours watching TV with her holding me tight against her wrapped up tight in her arms and legs. I never wanted her to let me go. The following weeks she had class and had to study all afternoon. I was getting bored and was about done with this whole babysitting thing. One afternoon I saw my friends heading for the park. "I'm going out with my friends." "No you're not," she told me without even looking up from her textbook. "Yes I am." "No you're not." I went for the door. Far faster than I thought possible she was up off the couch and on top of me knocking me to the floor. Squeezing me tight against her she drug me into her bedroom and tossed me onto her bed. Before I knew what happened she locked my wrists into furry pink handcuffs looped around one of the metal bedposts. Without another word she left the room and closed the door behind her. I lay there for hours in quiet contemplation until she returned. Climbing onto the bed she kissed me on the lips. "Are you sorry for misbehaving?" she asked. "Yes." "Good now when your mother gets here I'll unlock you." "What? Why can't you do it now?" "Because your bad behavior today tells me you need to learn your place. So until I'm convinced you have everyday from the moment you arrive to the moment you leave you will be bound." "But ..." She silenced me with a long passionate kiss. "Besides seeing you all helpless like this really turns me on." OK then. So the next day I came in ready to go. Katy pulled me in with a powerful hug and a passionate kiss. She then drug me into the den. In the middle of the floor was a hospital bed. "I 'borrowed' this from the medical school last night." She had me lay on the bed and looped a strap over my chest and another over my legs just under my hips tightening them down until I couldn't move. To further restrict me she used the cuffs attached to the bed to secure my hands and feet. She grabbed her text books and climbed up onto the bed sitting on my belly legs crossed. She then spent the rest of the day studying. I spent the rest of the day admiring the view. "Back to the bed?" I asked the next day. "No that wasn't the right place to keep you. Don't worry though I'll find it." She led me over a wooden chair and had me sit in it. She then fastened straps over my arms and legs holding them against their corresponding piece on the chair. Then she fastened the attached collar around my neck. "There," she said stroking my face. She then went back to studying. I couldn't help but think the collar needed a dogtag that read 'Property of Katy' hanging from it. I couldn't wait to see what she had planned next. I never found out. They caught the home invaders and Mom decided I needed to be more independent again. I talked to Katy on the phone about it and she agreed. Before hanging up however she did tell me one thing. "I've found the perfect way to keep you and one day soon I will show it to you. I'm just not sure I'll let you back out when I do." As I fell asleep that night I thought to myself 'I hope she doesn't.' I didn't see Katy again until my high school graduation. My family was throwing a celebratory cookout at the park and she joined us. God it was good to see her again. She grabbed me into one of her massive hugs. "I'm so proud of you," she said smiling. Then she leaned in and whispered sexily in his ear. "God I've missed tying you up." That night I took a long shower to try and get her out of my mind. I emerged from the shower and reached for my towel but found none. Strange, I could have sworn I left one there earlier. Well good thing no one else was home tonight so I just strolled naked as could be into my room. Flipping on my light I saw an old rolling trunk sitting in the middle of my floor. Where on earth did this come from? Walking up to it I saw a note on top. 'Your graduation present is inside'. Shrugging I opened it up and found it was empty save for a lining of pillows. What? Suddenly I was shoved from behind falling face first onto the soft pillows. Before I could get up the lid was slammed shut. I could hear the loud click of locks. Oh god. Suddenly the trunk started moving. "Hey!" "Shh, we'll be home soon." "Katy?!" "Just lay still and get ready for your present." Excited I did just that. A short roll latter, with a stopover in what felt like the back of a van, I heard the locks pop. The lid opened and I slowly stood up and stretched. Looking around I found myself once again in Katy's room but saw no one. The only light in the room came from a flashlight on the bed. "Katy?" Nothing. I shrugged and climbed out of the trunk. On the bed was another note. 'Stand in the ring'. Shining on the floor I saw a metal ring a few feet over. I walked over and stood in the center of the ring smiling. God I love Katy's little games. Suddenly the ring shot up over my head. Something dark came with it obscuring my vision even more. I even felt the ground rise up beneath me. What was going on? The light clicked on and after my eyes adjusted I could see just what had happened. I was in a cage but not a metal one. It was made from leather straps and it looked like it was my own weight on the bottom that was pulling the cage down and tightening it up around me. It was just wide enough for me to stand in but not move any real amount. Katy walked up to me smiling like a cat looking at a canary. "I knew it," she said. "Knew what?" "That this is the perfect way to keep you." At that my manhood responded. "Now that I like to see. You know all of our fun last year was part of a long game." "What do you mean?" "I knew I couldn't take your body last year because you were still a minor so I decided to take your mind instead. I made sure to make captivity a pleasurable experience for you, to make it something you looked forward to everyday. Now here we are a year later and you're turned on by the idea of being held prisoner by me. I stole you last year it's just time to make it final." She proceeded to strut up to him and slowly, very slowly, undress. Piece by piece over ten minutes she slowly revealed her perfect body to me. "You ready?" All I could do was nod. She lowered the cage back to the floor and pushed me onto my back on her floor. She then proceeded to climb on top of me and lower herself onto me. I gasped a little and she laughed at that. She then rode me like a bucking bronco screaming as she came several times that night. When she finished she climbed off leaving me gasping for breath. Before I caught it however I was hauled back into the air. "What time is it? I need to call and let them know I'm going to be out tonight." "I already called your parents and let them know what's going on." "What?" "As far as they know you've decided to come live with me while you're in college. Soon we'll let them know you're going to switch to online courses and then take a job out of state." "Why would I do that?" "You won't. This is just what your family will think is going on while I keep you all to my self in this little cage." "Are you saying ...?" "Yes, I'm doing what I promised last year. I'm never letting you go."