6 comments/ 76464 views/ 24 favorites An Innocent By: pyrokat Liana sat nervously in the parlor. She was dressed in her best dress, and had all the rest of her possessions in a valise on her lap. A few months ago her father had died and now her mother said that she could no longer live at home. Currently, her mother was inside Laird Dylan McGregor's study. Liana still hadn't been told what was going to happen in her future. After a nearly half of an hour her mother and Laird McGregor came out of the study, and Liana felt her heart fluttering in her chest. This was the first time that she had seen him. He was tall, a good half foot over her own five feet five inches. His hair was a little longer than was fashionable, and the chocolate brown locks brushed against his tailored linen shirt. His hard lined face was cleanly shaven and not classically handsome but attractive in a rugged way. He was trim, with broad shoulders and not even a pinch of fat anywhere. Liana quickly realized that she was staring at him and her gaze flew up to meet his. His steely gray eyes met her green ones and he raised one eyebrow in question. Liana could feel herself blushing and turned to look at her mother. Liana's mother barely glanced at her daughter as she gathered her things. She gave her instructions on her way out of the door. "Its been decided, Liana. We both know that I can't afford to keep you so you will be staying with Laird McGregor. He is too be your guardian until you wed." Liana felt her throat constricting and tears pooling in her eyes. By the time she looked up to question her mother, she had already left and Laird McGregor was standing in the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest. She couldn't tell what he was thinking by his expressionless look. But how could he be thrilled with this. She felt that she should probably say something, maybe offer to leave. But before she could open her mouth he spoke. "The housekeeper will show you where to stay. Don't worry about a chaperone, my mother's aunt lives here and that should suffice." His voice was cold and not in the least bit reassuring. Although his Scottish brogue was interesting enough to listen too. That appeared to be a dismissal and he turned to leave. "Wait, Mr. McGregor?" Her voice came out in kind of a squeak and she reached out to touch his arm. He stopped and turned around with a shocked expression, he wasn't the type of person who ever had people question his authority. He raised a single eyebrow again. "I'm sorry I didn't know what she was going to do, I'll leave immediately. I have a few pounds and I'm sure I could get a job as a governess somewhere." Her voice cracked a little in her nervousness and she unconsciously tightened her grip on his arm. Dylan stared at the young woman that had just been thrust into his life. She was only nineteen, just out of the schoolroom. He had been a business partner with her father, although he had never met her before today. He had counted her father, the late Baron of Morton, as one of his only close friends. Unfortunately for the girl her mother was not as honorable has her father and was well, a raging bitch. He knew the girl didn't know the stipulation in the will that left her at her house, and if he had her way she never would. The late Baron had spent his life protecting his innocent daughter from her mother. As further protection he had decreed that his wife would receive no inheritance without leaving the care of their daughter to his good friend. He couldn't believe that she was telling him she wanted to leave. He had made a promise to her father and he intended to keep it. "What?" He knew that he sounded harsh but he was shocked. Liana was shocked and more than a little scared at his expression. She took that as a sign to leave. She made an effort to let go of his arm and clutched her bag tightly to her chest. While he stood their looking surprised and angry she admitted to squeeze around him to exit the door. It was nice effort but he came to his senses at the last minute and slid a thick arm around her waist, and pulled her tight up against him, effectively halting her escape. Liana gasped as she was suddenly pressed up against his hard body. She could feel his warm breath against her ear as he leaned down. He didn't seem angry now, in fact he even chuckled right before he spoke. "Nice try, but don't try it again. I made a promise and you're staying here until I have you safely wed to some poor sap." He gave her a tight squeeze for emphasis. She was so surprised that she just stood there after he let her go and he had to give her a little push to get her moving. She could hear his chuckling as she ran up the stairs. He stood in the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest. He was smiling as he watched the soft curve of her derriere as she ran up the stairs. She was shorter than him but not as short as some of the women he knew. Her slender frame contradicted the heavy swell of her breasts that he had felt when he grabbed her. She was innocent, he could tell just be looking at her. This might end up being fun after all. Chapter two Liana felt a little bit better after her nap. She still felt confused and abandoned, but she would rather be here than with her mother. Except for one thing, Dylan McGregor. He unnerved her, she had never touched a man like that before and she felt the heat rising to her face just thinking about it. His aunt, a elderly woman named Abigail, had visited a while ago and mentioned that dinner was formal and served precisely at eight o'clock. Abigail seemed nice, if a little eccentric and left soon after stopping by. It was just past seven now and a maid had shown up with a sapphire blue velvet gown. Liana was surprised and full of questions but the maid only said that the Laird had sent it up. When Liana entered the drawing room shortly before eight, she was nervous. The gown was cut lower than anything she had ever worn before. The maid had pinned her dark black curls up, then let them fall around her pale shoulders. Liana stopped just inside the door. Dylan had stood up when the door opened and was speechless. Liana was beautiful. He could see just the swell of bosom above her dress, more than was acceptable for a girl her age but enticing nonetheless. He slowly looked up and down her body and his eyes stopped on her face. She was blushing and avoiding his gaze. She looked very unsure. She watched Dylan walk towards her after he stopped staring at her. When he reached her he held out his hand. She raised her own hand and laid it into his and watched as he leaned down and placed a kiss on the inside of her wrist. She caught her breath when she felt his tongue flick against her skin. Just then the door opened and Abigail walked in. Dylan straightened and gave her a wink that started her stomach fluttering. Dinner was torture. Every time that Liana's eyes caught Dylan's she felt a stirring in her belly. His eyes were deep and warm and stared right into hers every chance they got. Finally the meal was over and she couldn't help a sigh of relief. She spent a few minutes in the drawing room with Abigail and they retired together before Dylan joined them. Liana couldn't relax until she was in her room. She dismissed her ladies maid after she unhooked the gown and changed into her nightgown. The bed was huge and curtained with thick velvet drapes that would effectively block out any light. She was almost asleep when she heard a noise. It sounded like somebody was at her door. Liana set up and pulled the covers up to her chin. She heard the door open and then heard the lock slip closed. She started shaking, hoping that it was her maid. When the drapes around her bed were pulled back and tied open she saw Dylan standing in the soft candle light. "Wh... what are you doing here?" She whispered. "Ah, lass. I had to see you." Dylan gave her a look that seared her to her soul and started to unbutton his shirt. She gasped when he laid down on the bed next to her. She started to protest when he grasped the cover and pulled it down. "Its too late for that Lia, you've been telling me that you wanted me all night. At that she sat up straighter. "I have not!" She was gravely offended that he could think that. He gave a deep chuckle and pushed her shoulder back into the pillows. "Aye, you have. It was in your eyes. Then before she could protest he pressed his mouth onto hers. Liana had never been kissed before and was startled when his warm lips pressed against hers. He cradled her face in his hand as he made love to her mouth. In minutes she was gasping and felt a warmth pooling in her belly. Dylan took advantage of her gasping and slid his tongue in around her bottom lip. At her first moan, he pushed his tongue in deeper and slowly explored the crevices of her mouth. When he shifted and started kissing down the side of her neck, Liana moaned his name and tried to pull him back up to her. "Dylan, don't..... stop." Dylan tugged on the collar of her nightgown, opening the front and sliding it down to expose one creamy white globe. Liana moaned and arched her back as he lifted the breast and ran his tongue around the nipple. When his mouth closed around it and started a deep suction she nearly came off the bed. He leaned up to see her face and gave her a sensuous smile. "Do you like this?" It was a rhetorical question, one that she was too embarrassed to answer. Instead she tried to pull his mouth back to her breast. Dylan pulled the nightgown down farther and moved his mouth to the other nipple, giving it equal attention. When Liana felt his fingers on the outside of her leg she started to regain some sanity. "No, Dylan, please." She tried to raise up off the bed and push him away. Instead he pressed his weight on to her holding her down. "Relax," His voice was calm and soothing. She calmed a little until he suddenly pushed the gown to her waist and pulled it over her head. "Dylan, we can't." She was frantically trying to get his attention. He looked into her eyes and pressed his hand low on her belly, "Do you feel warm here?" His voice was a low whisper and it captivated her. She nodded. He moved his hand until it was covering her mound. "Here?" He asked. He heard her sharp intake of breath before she nodded slowly. He slid his fingers through her soft dark curls and caressed the smooth skin hidden below. She jerked and tried to pull her legs together when his fingers brushed against her lips. "Don't." His tone was soft and enticing. She slowly slid her legs apart. Dylan moved up her body and pressed his mouth to hers. Slowly he circled his fingertip around the damp entrance to her sex. As soon as he felt her relax against him, he gently eased his middle finger into her up to his first knuckle. "How about here?" She was distracted and stopped kissing him long enough to ask "What?" He moved his finger in and out unhurriedly, "Do you feel warm here?" She couldn't catch a thought long enough to even nod. He pressed his finger fully into her at the same time as he pressed his tongue into her mouth. She arched her stomach against his. He slid his finger almost out and quickly pressed two into her. Liana felt deliciously full. She felt a swirling in her belly that she'd never felt before. Sort of a pressure and she was starting to move frantically against Dylan. When she started to slide her hand down his chest to caress him, he suddenly grasped her hands and held them loosely in one hand above her head. He moved over her and she felt the hotness of his skin hard against hers. Dylan lifted her chin with his fingertips until she was looking in his eyes. "Now and forever, Lia." His tone was firm and unyielding. "Say it." He was rubbing against the juncture of her legs teasingly. Liana gasped and tried to catch her breath. Now would be a good chance to stop it. But she couldn't, all she could do was think about the heat that was throbbing between her legs. "Now," she whispered, "forever." As soon as she uttered the words, Dylan pressed his lips hard to hers. He reached down and held her nether lips open as he started to press himself into her. Liana gasped at the fullness that she felt. Dylan pressed in until he felt the slightest resistance. "Lia," Her name came out a groan. When he said her name her body tightened unconsciously around him. He groaned again and slammed into her body. Liana cried out when she felt the sharp pain deep inside her. She bucked, trying to dislodge his body but serving only to allow him to enter deeper. She could feel tears pooling in her eyes. "Dylan, stop. I don't like this anymore." He had stopped moving as soon as he was fully imbedded into her tight sheath. He smoothed his hands over her hair and wiped the tears from her cheek with the pad of his thumb. "Shh, it will get better. Just give it a minute." He continued to whisper soothing words to her as he kissed and stroked her. Within minutes the pain had eased and she was kissing him back as fervently as before. He ran his hand down the side of her body and slid it under her thigh. When he slowly pulled her leg up next to his hip she moaned and arched against him. He slowly pulled back until the tip was just barely inside her and thrust back in to his full length. He started thrusting roughly into her, and she met him at every plunge. He could feel his climax nearing, so he reached down to flick his fingertips against the nub of pleasure at the top of her sex. Liana felt a tightening in her lower belly; she felt on like she was on the edge of something great. She lifted both her legs and locked her ankles behind Dylan's back, pulling her up. The new position, combined with his fingers pushed her over that edge and she screamed her release into his mouth. Liana's climax triggered Dylan's and he quickly thrust in her shooting his seed deep into her belly. When his climax finally stopped he collapsed next to her, exhausted. An Innocent Beginning David stood anxiously inline amongst his fellow class mates, waiting patiently for the line to shuffle forward down the hallway to where his module lecturer was returning their first assignment. Given it was the first assignment for this module it wasn't an especially difficult essay to write. Despite none of the students considering this essay worthy of much of their time, David included, many were anxious to have done well. Whether this urge was driven by a desire for academic achievement or a more primal desire to please the course's lecturer was unclear. The lecturer, by the name of Emma, inspired admiration amongst students and colleagues alike for her dedication to work and family. It also was fairly well understood throughout the class that Emma was certainly the most alluring and attractive of the department's lecturers and it was a given that more or less anybody there would jump at the chance for any addition time in private tutorials with her. David was a shy, reserved boy of 18 who had come to Canada when his father, who worked for the British Diplomatic Service, was posted to the British High Commission, Ottawa. Having applied for university in Canada he'd accepted a place at the University of Ottawa and arrived on campus excited about university, if not a little apprehensive at living in a new country, surrounded by the unfamiliar. Emma Wilson. A women of 28, medium height, a good figure and an assured attitude that spoke of experience, confidence and determination all rolled into a body that often left men gawking in her wake. If her figure didn't draw attention then her thick, brunette, shoulder length hair and deep brown eyes were sure to instead. Emma was confident in her looks; she knew the power she could have over men if she wanted it, but chose to play down the effect by dressing modestly. She still liked to let people know of her assets but she didn't show them off overtly. She was happily married to another lecturer of a different faculty at the same university, but like all married couples there were secrets. Guilty pleasures which wormed their way into their personal time. Emma secretly nursed a desire for young, 'innocent' men -- a commodity which, being a university lecturer, was in relative abundance but which once taken advantage of is necessarily lost. Despite Emma being a lecturer she was not so far from her own days in university, and as such she could spot students who were still virgins with relative ease. To this end David would find a note tucked between the pages of his returned assignment. David walks quickly down the hall way, it was 18:30, long after lectures had finished. In his hand David clutches note from Emma, now a little clammy from the sweat on his palms. He is nervous, the note had simply asked him to come and see his lecturer at around 18:30 that evening -- there was nothing unusual about that except the time and the lack of an explanation for the summons. David knocks softly on the door noticing the closed blinds inside the room and Emma leaning back on her chair facing away from him. "Come in!" The command is followed by Emma straightening up, her skirt falling back down to her knees as she stands to face David. "Hi David, come in, sit down sit down, don't be nervous -- you look a little worried, don't worry there is nothing wrong, you're assignment was excellently written and very perceptive." "Thank you Dr. Wilson" David responded, his mood brightening "Oh do please call me Emma" Emma trails a finger down to the top of her blouse and nonchalantly undoes the top two buttons immediately revealing her red lace bra underneath and the full breasts inside. David looks startled but can do little to stop his eyes being drawn to Emma's cleavage. Emma enjoys his discomfort and takes the opportunity to sit on the sofa lying against one wall of her office. "Why don't you take of that jacket and join me David, you look so awkward standing there -- and would you be so kind as to lock the door and close window blind for me?" David obliges and turning to take his seat on the sofa he finds Emma's skirt had ridden up her shapely thighs to reveal a set of black stockings. Emma traces small circles on her thigh as she pats the spot on the sofa next to her, indicating for David to take a seat right next to her. Dumbfounded and speechless David sits, feeling a gentle hardening and enlarging of his cock and flush rising to his cheeks. "Emma...." David pauses as if to decide if it felt right to call his lecturer 'Emma' "I'm not sure...I mean, I don't know..." Emma breaks in mid sentence, "Don't worry about it David, I know you're nervous, leave it to me -- just relax and follow your instincts" David simply nods and stares in amazement as Emma slowly undoes her remaining buttons and removes her blouse revealing her near-see trough red bra and smooth stomach to David's widened eyes. She leans forward, giving David a view between her full breasts, enjoying his indecision and inexperience becoming apparent. His arm twitches as if to make a move, Emma quickly reaches forward to grab the hand and pull it up to her right breast, manipulating David's hand to make him massage it for her. David's hand remains while Emma slowly pulls his t-shirt up over his head. David pulls his arm inside to allow it to slip over his head. Of his own accord David stands up and removes his trousers and pants, standing totally naked now in front of Emma who gasps upon seeing his cock. Despite her ten years of sexual experience she has never seen such a perfect cock as his before. It is a solid 8 inches long, ram-rod straight and with a girth she thinks will fit perfectly inside her. She licks her lips in anticipation and as if on cue a droplet of pre-cum forms on David's slit. The need for seduction obviously negated, Emma quickly strips down to her birthday suit and stands up in front of David, each appraising the other. Emma sees in front of her a tall, slim young man with lightly tanned skin that tells of a beach holiday a few months in the past -- the tell tale tan lines still vaguely visible. David sees before him a medium height woman, oozing a predatory sexuality. Her full breasts begin rising and falling more quickly, her wetness increasing as she sees David responding to the resplendent beauty before him. A guttural moan escapes David's lips when Emma leans forward and kisses him quickly on the lips, darting her tongue inside and to her surprise finding David's tongue already coming to meet hers. The embrace soon broken, Emma kneels quickly and wraps her slender fingers around David's cock slowly stroking his foreskin up and down. Emma kisses the tip and proceeds to wrap her lips around his cock, slowing bring it further into her mouth eliciting a low moan from David. David's cock begins twitching with these new found sensations flooding his virgin body and Emma, sensing this, stops sucking his cock -- she doesn't want him spilling his seed just yet, she has other plans for it. Emma takes hold of David's cock and pulls him behind her back to the sofa. She sits down and lays back, pulling him down also, encouraging him, and pushing his head between her legs. David now has his first view of a real pussy, inches from his face. Emma's scent fills his nostrils, igniting a primal lust in him. Using an instinct he never knew he had he leans in and gently runs his tongue along Emma's slit, applying gentle pressure with his tongue to slide inside the folds of her smooth, shaven pussy. His warm tongue caressing and his hot breath smothering her pussy make Emma arch her back as the sensations spread through the rest of her body. She closes her knees together in ecstasy, pressing David's tongue more firmly into her pussy, pushing his tongue inside her slit, making swirling motions and stimulating her clit with the tip of his tongue. Suddenly a look of determination comes over Emma's face. She pushes David's face away and stands up, pivoted around pushing David before her and sits him where she herself had been sitting moments before. Quickly leaning forward to make sure his cock is nice and slippery she promptly kneels over him and begins to lower herself onto his now throbbing cock. She leans forward, arching her back, giving David a view of her cleavage hanging in front of him. "Are you ready for your first fuck, David?" David's hips buck involuntarily upon hearing these words and he reaches up to pinch Emma's nipples between his thumb and fore finger, rolling each one between them causing a moan to escape her parted lips. David's bucking hip is met simultaneously by Emma's sinking hips. Emma pauses just as the tip of David's cock slides inside her wet pussy. David groans at his first contact with a warm, wet pussy -- feeling the slipperyness envelope his cock. Emma locks eyes with David and holds his gaze as she lowers herself further to the base of his cock, feeling his whole eight inches filling her up, stimulating her nerve endings, causing a flush to spread up her body through her stomach and up to her breasts, now bouncing as she begins to ride him. Sliding up and down his long hard cock, David's hands on her breasts -- massaging them, squeezing them, pinching them -- she squeezes her pussy eliciting a gasp from David who clenches his body as waves of pleasure sweep down his cock, to his tightening balls and through the rest of his body, bringing a flush to the skin. So far they had fucked in silence, interrupted occasionally by a guttural moan or grunt but suddenly Emma calls out. "Fuck David, you like this? You like fucking your teacher?" Emma leaps up leaving David's glistening cock standing to attention. Emma goes on all fours on the sofa next to him, proffering her ass for him to fuck. He does so; his knees either side of her, he slides his cock quickly into her soaking wet pussy all the way to the hilt, an 'ugh' escaping Emma's lips with every stroke. David leans forward while fucking her, whispering sweet nothings into her ear whilst laying his body flush against hers, reaching around to knead her breasts, and enjoying the warmth of the full body contact. Emma reaches under her and reaches down past her neatly trimmed pubic hair to rub and swirl her finger over her clitoris, heightening her arousal, bring her closer to climax. David feels a tightening in his balls, his rhythm changes and his breathing becomes shorter and sharper. Hearing this Emma responds by changing the angle of penetration, bring additional friction and pressure against her clit. With no warning to David Emma cries out, her pussy clamping down on David's cock and spasms of contractions and pleasure shooting through her body. A long moan accompanies her orgasm and David is dumb struck in fascination at the spectacle before him. Just as Emma seems to calm down she flips over, taking David's cock from her now quivering pussy and starts to give him a hand job, stroking him furiously until the tightening in his balls leads to an explosion of cum over Emma's heaving breasts. Emma milks his sensitive cock, squeezing as much cum out as possible before letting go and they both collapse onto the sofa breathing heavily. The scent of Emma's soaking pussy fills the room and David's semen oozes over Emma's breasts and down to her stomach, now glistening with a thin sheen of perspiration. Emma cleans up and they both quickly get dressed. "Same time in a couple of days, David? I think I ought to introduce you to my other hole, don't you?" An Innocent Ch. 02 When Liana opened her eyes she could see the early morning light streaming into the room. For a moment she was disoriented, but when the memories came rushing back she almost couldn't breathe. She remembered everything, her father was dead, her mother left her with a stranger, and oh God, Dylan wasn't a stranger anymore. What had she done? She tried to sit up and realized that she was being weighted down. Her gaze traveled lower until she saw the thick arm thrown over her waist. She groaned inside her head, she couldn't believe that he was still here. She tried to ease his arm up so that she could get off the bed. She was just sitting up when his arm snaked back around her and pulled her down. She fell back with a very unladylike grunt and found herself pressed up against him. Her back flush against his chest, her thighs next to his and her rear pressed up against that male part of him. "Where do you think you're running off too?" His breath was warm as he whispered into her ear. Liana could feel her face turning red. She stammered a little but in the end nothing came out. Dylan took advantage of the moment and began pressing warm kisses along her neck. Within seconds, she was arching her neck to give him better access. She moaned his name when his hand moved up to cup her breast. He circled her nipple with the pad of his thumb until it was hard and firm. He pinched it lightly between his thumb and forefinger and rolled it gently until she was squirming around and pressing back against him. He trailed his fingertips down her stomach, pausing to circle her belly button. His hand moved down until it cupped her mound and he groaned when he felt the wetness pooling there. Liana had stopped thinking about the time his mouth had started working its magic and now she was trying desperately to not lose control again like she had last night. She wasn't going to lie to herself and say that she didn't have pleasure, but it had frightened her and she wasn't ready to do it again. She would just let him go on a little more and then she'd make him stop. In the meantime, his fingers were doing something amazing to her body. Dylan was running one finger up and down her slit, stopping to tease the little nub at the top of her sex on each pass. He started to slip one finger in her tight warmth. He could remember how it had squeezed him last night and how great it had felt. He stretched out his middle finger until it was fully inside her and slid it out. Liana gave a little cry and pushed at his hand. "Don't Dylan, I'm sore." Her body was fighting against pleasure and pain. Dylan shushed her, "Its okay, baby, I'll make it better." He pushed her onto her back and leaned over her. His expression was serious and intense and it made Liana's heart flutter. He leaned in and gave her a deep kiss, rubbing his tongue on hers and swirling it around her mouth. When he pulled his head up she was panting and her eyes were once again cloudy with passion. She tried to concentrate but it was nearly impossible. He was kissing a trail down her body, stopping to kiss each nipple, then her hips, her inner thigh, then oh Jesus, "What are you doing, you can't do that!!" Liana shrieked, tugging at his hair. Dylan lifted his head enough to wink at her, the entire time keeping his tongue licking against her outer lips. He slid his arms under her hips and brought his hands around to hold her open to his mouth. Liana still had a tight grip on his head but when his mouth found the spot of pleasure at the top of her sex and started sucking gently, she stopped trying to pull him away and instead was intent on keeping him there. Dylan was mentally smiling, he felt her surrender. He moved one hand down and slowly slid two fingers into her, mimicking the act he wanted so badly to perform. When she was finally gasping his name and he felt her muscles tightening around him, he quickly removed his fingers and slid up her body, thrusting into her in one smooth motion. It was all she needed to send her over the edge. All of the pleasure that had been centered on what his mouth and fingers were doing to her exploded, spreading through out her body. She could feel his hand caressing her face as he kissed her, but she didn't have the nerve to look at him. After several hard thrusts, she felt his body stiffen and felt him swell inside her. It was too close to her last one and her eyes flew open in surprise as her second climax joined his. For a few precious seconds their eyes met and held. Several minutes later Dylan roused himself enough to move off of Liana. He rolled to her side and went to pull her close to him. She pushed his hand away. He ignored it and pulled her close anyway. "What's wrong sweetheart?" She looked ready to cry. The tenderness of his question nearly undid her. She already felt like she would burst into tears at any moment and was trying desperately not to cry in front of him. She pushed away from him and sat up, this was all his fault so she might as well let him know. When she turned toward him, she no longer looked ready to cry, instead she looked ready to kill. "What's wrong? WHAT'S WRONG?" Her voice was quickly rising in volume. "How can you think to ask me that when you just ruined me? You took me, TWICE! Now I'll never find a good marriage and its all your fault." By the end, she was punctuating her words with her fists. He made an attempt to catch her hands and she flew off the bed, out of his reach. "Don't touch me again. It was all a mistake. One that's never going to be repeated." Dylan was silent through her tirade. He'd already made his decision last night, and he still had every intention of marrying her himself, but he figured she needed to get this anger out of her system. Besides, her breasts were heaving as she ranted at him, and it was a great view. Liana finally realized what he was staring at and stomped over to get her dressing gown and put it on. Dylan stepped out of bed smiling sensuously, he walked towards her and reached out to grab her arm. She yanked back out of his reach again. "I told you not touch me!" He stopped and crossed his arms over his chest, maybe she wasn't done after all. When she didn't say anything else, he started after her only to be shocked to a halt again when the first book came flying at his head. "What in the hell do you think you are doing?" He knew he sounded harsh but he had just been grazed by a ceramic inkwell. Liana barely recognized herself, she was screaming at him calling him every bad name she'd ever heard and throwing everything in reach. She had terrible aim, but she got lucky a few times and he was quickly backing up to the door. He stopped to put on his pants and got hit in the shoulder with a hairbrush for his efforts. Angry now, he yanked open the door and stormed out. Before slamming it closed he turned towards her, "You aren't ruined, lass. Don't come downstairs until you've calmed down." With that he slammed the door shut and stomped back to his room. Liana rushed to lock the door as soon as it had been pulled shut. He really must be isolated from society, out here in the highlands. Even in Scotland a woman was ruined if she did what they had just spent the night doing. She realized that she was trembling and sat down heavily on the bed. Her head dropped to her hands, oh what was she going to do? It only took a few minutes for her to make her decision to leave. She walked around the room getting ready as she planned. She walked to the water basin to wash and was shocked for a minute when she saw the red on the washcloth she used to clean up last night. She was working herself into a panic until she remembered what her mother had said about her wedding night. She calmed down until another thought crossed her mind, now she'd never have a wedding to go with that wedding night. Frowning, she dropped the cloth into the fireplace. It was down to embers so she added more wood and watched until the cloth was unrecognizable. In less than an hour she was dressed and ready, waiting for an opportunity. It didn't take long. From her bedroom window she could just see the stables and she would recognize the man riding away from them anywhere. After all, she did know him intimately. Quickly, she picked up her valise, and hurried down the stairs. She stashed the bag behind a door and walked into the kitchen. The cook was a pleasant woman and pleased to meet the new addition to the household. And of course she was willing to pack up a picnic so the young girl could tour the grounds. She took the long way to the stables, stopping to drop her bag behind a tree. The stable hands were just as helpful as the cook and hurried to get a horse ready. She stopped them when they brought out a side saddle, that wouldn't do. They were hesitant to give her a regular saddle, until she convinced them that she knew what she was doing and she even had to show them that she was wearing the special split legged skirt her father had given her. "I'm just going around the grounds, to have a picnic. I wouldn't be able to remount with a side saddle." She smiled at the youngest and most impressionable of the hands. The agreed and brought out a side saddle, they even agreed that she didn't need a groom, not if she just went up to the hill. The watched her leave, so she had to double back to get the valise. She smiled. Now, how far was it to her father's holding? Dylan made it back from his errand by late afternoon. His secretary, Maxwell, met him as he walked inside. "Was your trip successful, Sir?" The man asked. Dylan nodded at him, "It was." His hand went to his pocket feeling the square jeweler's box. Maxwell smiled, "The lady will be most pleased." Dylan retrieved a decanter of brandy from the side board and poured a hefty glass. "Has she come down yet?" Dylan assumed that her anger was a show for him, and figured she'd be down to meet the staff after he left. He'd already told them about his intentions so they could prepare for their new mistress. He also assumed that she'd want to spend the day touring the house and meeting the staff. Maxwell cleared his throat, "Well, she came down shortly after you left and spoke to, um Cook." Dylan looked up, "She only spoke to Cook? Well it is only her first day here." He strode out to the stairs, "Is she in her room, then?" Maxwell cleared his throat, again. "Sir?, she, uh, asked Cook for a picnic basket." Dylan stopped on the third stair, his hand tightening on the rail. "And?" "Sir, she, um, hasn't returned as of yet." Maxwell was slowly backing away from his employer. Dylan turned rigidly and strode down the stairs. "Who went with her?" His voice was clipped and angry. He stared down at the secretary who had slowly backed himself into the study. "She left on a horse, Sir." Maxwell gave a sigh of relief when the laird turned and walked away. It wasn't that he intended to lie to the man, but he was glad that he wasn't required to explain all of it. The Laird was not going to be happy. Dylan wasn't happy. When Dylan galloped out of the stable, he was alternating between anger and fear. It was quickly approaching dark and there were any number of places that Liana could be. While they were saddling his mount, a footman had coming running in. "Sir, the housekeeper checked her room and all of her things are gone, Sir." The footman delivered the message and stepped back a few paces, the McGregor's temper was famous in these parts. Dylan quickly left instructions for the staff to begin the search. He didn't turn around as he reached the door, but the stable hands had no trouble hearing him. "If even one hair on her head is injured, you'd better hide." As motivation it worked wonders, sending everyone scurrying to search. Several miles away in a small village, Liana was starting to question the wisdom of her departure. She'd pushed every piece of furniture that she could move in front of the door after locking it, but she was afraid it wouldn't be enough. Too many of the men in the taproom had seen her arrive, alone. She pulled out the knife that had been included in the picnic basket. It was her only weapon. She left all her clothes on as extra protection and climbed into bed. A loud noise from downstairs made her jump. It was going to be a long night. An Innocent Ch. 03 Dylan was tired and worried. It was past midnight, and dark enough outside that the search at basically been halted. He was continuing but only on the road and only because he knew the area so well. He had just entered a village and he went straight to the inn. He knew she wasn't here, he'd already been by once, but he could definitely use a drink. He left his horse with the two footmen accompanying him and walked in. The taproom was noisy and full. He wasn't too well known around here, and after spending the last several hours riding through the woods he didn't look rich enough to gain much notice. He signaled the barkeep and bought a bottle of whiskey and three glasses. He was just settling down for some nice drunkenness, when one of the men he was with came running in. "Sir, Sir." The footman was excited and couldn't stand still. "She's here. At least her horse is." Dylan bolted to his feet. "You're sure it's her horse?" He stared intently at the young man. "Of course, her tacks here too, has your coat of arms on it." The footman was grinning widely. Dylan shoved the bottle of whiskey at the young servant and strode quickly to the owner; he cornered the slimy little man at the stairs and grabbed him but his collar. "Going somewhere?" His voice was deceptively calm and quiet. The owner was turning white and stammered out an excuse, "Just checking on the guests." Dylan gave the man a hard shake. "You told me she wasn't here, why did you lie?" The owner was terrified and actually thought he might be in danger of dieing. "She wasn't here yet, I swear. She only just got in." He fumbled around in one of his pockets. "Look here's the key to her room, I was just going up to make sure she was okay." Up until this point, Dylan had been successfully holding in the urge to kill the innkeeper. "You were going to her room?" His voice was a near whisper. He waited for the bastard to deny it and as soon as he did, Dylan balled his hand into a fist and took great pleasure in breaking the bastard's nose. He scooped up the key and was taking the stairs two at a time before the man hit the floor. He'd stayed here a couple times, and he knew that she would have been put in the corner room as far away from the others as possible. He was right- the key turned easily in the lock. Liana was woken from her sleep once again. Only this time it wasn't the laughter and shouts from below that woke her. Someone was in the hall outside her door. When she heard the key in the lock she stuffed a fist in her mouth to stifle her scream. She prayed that her barricade would hold while she searched for her knife. It only took one great push and everything tumbled away from the door. There was man in the hallway; he was big, but with the light coming in from behind him all she could see was his silhouette. Dylan stood there for a moment letting his eyes adjust to the darkened room. A fire was burning low in the hearth, giving off a soft glow. He scanned the room and nearly fell to his knees when he saw her huddled in the bed. In less than a second he was across the room pulling her into his arms. "Lia, sweetheart, you're alright." It was half a statement and half a question. He felt her relax when he spoke, her recognition evident. She had been so terrified when he grabbed her, until she heard his voice. Now she was shaking with relief and crying all over his shirt. He was squeezing her almost painfully tight whispering in her ear, "I'm so glad you're alright, I was so worried." He was pressing kisses into her face and hair. He pulled her away from his chest so that he could see her. "You are okay, right?" He was tilting her face towards the light looking for any bruises. She nodded tearfully. "I was so scared tonight. I kept thinking someone was going to come up and then you..." Dylan groaned and pulled her tight against his chest again. "I'm sorry I scared you, don't cry baby." And then he was kissing her and trying to take off her dress and his shirt. Liana pulled back, her eyes misty with passion and her full lips red and swollen. "Dylan shouldn't we close the door?" She grinned at his thoughtlessness. Dylan made a sound somewhere between a groan and a growl. He put his arms around her waist and held her up so that their faces were level. His mouth captured hers again as he kicked the door shut and walked to the bed. They were both frantic for completion. He pulled the neckline of her dress down enough to bare her breasts and immediately caressed and squeezed her creamy flesh. Liana was trying to unbutton his shirt and she succeeded in ripping it open. She groaned into Dylan's mouth as she felt his hard chest and taut stomach. Feeling bold, she lowered her hands and unbuttoned his trousers. Dylan moved down to suck her nipple into his mouth. She was arching up, allowing him greater access. He slid one hand down her leg. Finding the hem of her skirt he pulled it up to her waist and settled between her legs. Liana was restless beneath him, she was trying to pull him closer and kiss him. Dylan caressed her sex through her underclothes. When she began rubbing herself against his hand he easily ripped the cloth and slid into her. She gasped when he entered her. She was still slightly sore from the previous morning and her body tightened against him. It took Dylan several thrusts to make it fully into her silky passage. He slid one hand between their bodies to caress the little nub of flesh that he knew would push her over the edge. It worked and her body opened to him. When he felt the contractions of her muscles, signaling her release, he lost control thrusting deep and hard until he was empty. Dylan pushed himself up with both hands and smiled. Liana was exhausted and she had fallen asleep immediately after their lovemaking. He slowly pulled out of her and stood up. He shook his head ruefully; they hadn't even paused long enough to disrobe. He eased her clothes off while she slept and then, after removing his own, climbed into bed with her. They might as well spend the night here. Liana awoke slowly and realized that it was already late in the morning. Dylan had awoken her twice more with his passion and she was still tired. She pushed the covers off and sat up in the rumpled bed. She was alone. Some one had left a plate of pastries and fruit on the table and a fresh change of clothing on the end of the bed. She hurriedly dressed before Dylan could come back in. She wondered if he was angry at her. Last night he had only shown his concern, well, and his lust but surely he was mad about her leaving him. She didn't know what to do. She had never met a man like him before. Just thinking about him made her stomach quiver. But she couldn't return to him. She had a reputation to salvage. Marriage was no longer an option, except maybe to someone as desperate as she. But there were good jobs as companions or governesses that she could find. The door opened with a bang. The object of her thoughts stood in the doorway. With his legs braced apart and his arms crossed over his chest, he completely filled the space. Liana gulped. The look on his face confirmed her fears, he was furious. "Your things have already been sent home, we leave now." His words were short and clipped. He crossed the distance in two long strides and grabbed her by the wrist. He dragged her along after him at such a pace that she had to run to keep up. When they reached the courtyard only his horse was standing there. "Dy..." Her mouth was dry and she cleared her throat before continuing. "Dylan where is my horse? I am really quite competent." She spoke in the most ladylike voice that she could manage. Dylan turned to answer her, his expression enough to scare the daylights out of her. "You have already proven yourself irresponsible with your own horse. You ride with me." It was all he was willing to say on the matter. He easily lifted her into the saddle and swung up behind her. One of his strong arms anchored her to him while the other lifted the reins and took off. The trip home took less time than it had taken her to get to the village. Dylan apparently knew a shortcut. But Dylan refused to talk to her, so the ride seemed to take much longer. When they reached the house Dylan halted the horse next to the front entry. He dismounted with her still in his grip and marched into the house, leaving the horse in the care of a waiting footman. None of the staff greeted them on the trip to her bedroom, they all seemed a little wary of their master. Dylan deposited on her bed and stormed out with out speaking a word. The click of the lock seemed unusually loud in the quiet. Dylan angry demeanor dropped as soon as the door shut behind him. Yes, he was angry with her for putting herself in danger, but he was incredibly happy that she was back, safe and sound. He met the housekeeper, Mrs. McInnes, on the stairs and paused to leave directions. "Send up a bath and some food, but she is not leave." He smiled before walking on. Mrs. McInnes was stunned at his jovial expression. She stood staring after him for nearly a full minute before smiling herself. It was obvious; the Laird was falling in love. Dylan slept for nearly the rest of the day. When he awoke the sun was setting and he was in a much better mood. He dressed and rang for some food. When his valet entered he inquired about Liana. "Milord, I believe she is still where you left her. Both a bath and dinner have been sent up." The man bowed low and left. After eating Dylan decided that it was probably time to deal with his errant fiancé. He walked to her room and turned the key in the lock with out knocking. When he entered she was just climbing into bed. Her hair was loose and free around her shoulders and she was dressed in a virginal white nightgown. He firmly closed the door and leaned against it. Liana wasn't surprised when her door opened. She'd been expecting him to visit all day. She quickly climbed out of bed; it was no good giving him any ideas. He hadn't spoken a word yet and she felt a little uneasy. She hadn't really seen him angry before now, but she had heard the most terrible things about his temper. After a few more minutes of him just standing there, her voice broke the silence. "Did you need something?" Dylan slowly nodded and she took a step back. He crossed his arms and gave her a look that suggested he meant business. "I've waited all day until my temper cooled down before coming in here." He started out quietly. "Were you out of your bloody mind? How could you have done anything so stupid? Did you even think before you rode off across the countryside by yourself? Do you have any idea what could have happened to you?" He was anything but quiet when he finished. His last comment angered Liana and she took a step closer. "How about what happened here? Or what happened last night at the inn? And you're supposed to be my guardian." She finished with a yell of her own. That infuriated Dylan and he stomped towards her. "Lassie, do you think that some bandit on the road would be considerate of your comfort? I should turn you over my knee for your stupidity!" Liana gasped, it was an exaggerated sound that would have made Dylan laugh if wasn't so mad. "You wouldn't dare!" Dylan gave her an evil little smile. "Oh, yes I would." Faster than she could even react he grabbed her wrists and held them together in one hand. For the first time Liana noticed that he was holding a small unrecognizable jar, but before she could identify it he had placed it on her night table and had her pulled down over his lap with her nightgown pulled up to her waist. Liana was shrieking with outrage when his hand landed heavily on her bare bottom. She tried to pull up but he kept on hand on her back holding her down. His hand landed again and she jumped. It wasn't as painful as it was humiliating, but it still hurt. "Next time you better think before you act, in fact there better not be a next time." He yelled as his hand smacked her warm flesh a few more times. He didn't want to hurt her and spanking hadn't even been the punishment he'd had in mind but she goaded him into it. He stopped when her skin turned a slight pink. She was still shrieking and crying but he knew that she wasn't hurt. He reached for the little jar he'd brought with him. He'd bought during his last trip to Paris. It was a cream that produced a pleasant tingling on flesh. The women he'd been with since had always particularly enjoyed it. He dipped his fingers in the cream and began to rub it on the outside of her nether lips, concentrating on her clit. When his fingers touched her sex, Liana realized just what kind of precarious position she was in and starting shrieking again. She guessed she should have been glad that he didn't really beat her. In fact her bottom barely stung, but she was still outraged. But by the time his thick finger slid easily into her she was moaning and no longer trying to get up. Dylan was thoroughly enjoying himself and noticed the second that she relaxed against him. He gathered more cream onto his fingers and eased two of them into her tight sheath. He slowly pulled them out before thrusting them back in. In her arousal she had spread her legs as far apart as she could, giving him full access to her body. Dylan knew that she was quickly approaching an orgasm and slowed his movement. With her new position he could see her small back hole. He looked at his fingers, slick with cream and her juices and then looked at the tight rosebud. He shrugged as if to say "why not", many women really liked stimulation there. He eased his thumb up, with two fingers still in her sex and pressed lightly against her back hole. When she didn't offer any resistance, he pressed harder until the tip of his finger was just inside her. Between his skillful fingers and the wonderful heat produced by the cream, Liana at first didn't notice his thumb. However when he pressed down and actually began to penetrate her, she squealed and reared up. Dylan knew as soon as she realized what he was doing. Her whole body tensed, squeezing his thumb almost painfully tight, and she jerked up plunging his finger in farther causing her to scream again. She dropped back down and slid off his lap. She looked up at him in shock. "What were you doing? You can't do that!" She said, in a more than slightly embarrassed manner. Dylan scooped her up tenderly and laid her on the bed. He stretched out next to her and cradled her face tenderly in his hand. So much for that experiment. "If you didn't like it, we don't have to do again. But a lot of people really like it." "Other people do it?" She spoke so quietly that he had to lean in to hear her. Dylan nodded while he ran his hand down to her breasts. He caressed them through the fabric of her nightgown and couldn't help but notice that she was still aroused. Good old French cream. He smiled as he leaned in to kiss her. Liana was glad when the subject turned and he started to kiss her again. She felt hot and restless and wanted release. She pressed against him, willing him with her mind to put his fingers back between her legs. She gasped when she felt two fingers slid into her. She was almost there; she could feel her climax building. Her eyes flew open when she suddenly felt empty. Dylan had pulled away. He was standing next to the bed picking up that jar of lotion. She looked at his face curiously. "Why'd you stop?" Dylan almost gave in when he heard her breathless question. The innocence of it was incredibly seductive. Instead he leaned down and kissed her on the brow. "Good night." Liana stared in shock and then anger as Dylan turned around and walked out the door. He whistled. He actually whistled as he walked away. What was wrong with him? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dylan collapsed on his bed as soon as he entered his room. He was so hard that it hurt and every instinct in his body told him to go back to her room and make love to her. His plan sounded great at first. Since she wanted to run away from him why not make her run to him? The perfect punishment. The French cream was really a great idea. In a few minutes it would really kick in, providing enough stimulation to keep her highly aroused but not enough to push her over that edge. By the time a half hour had passed she would be desperate for the climax that he didn't think she'd be adventurous enough to give herself. But now he waited, and this was his punishment Liana lay gasping in her bed. She was so aroused that the mere feel of the satin sheets on her body was too much for her to bear. There was a constant throbbing between her legs, a good throbbing. Or, rather it would be if Dylan was here to finish it. She needed him. But there was no way in hell she was going crawling to him. About fifteen minutes ago she'd decided that this torture was intentional and there was no way she was going to let him win. A sudden thought popped into her head. Maybe she could do the same things he did. She slowly snaked one hand down to her sex. She experimented, swirling her fingertips over her hot flesh. After a few minutes, she decided that she could never settle for anything less than his skillful fingers. Besides, she felt ready to burst. The swirling heat was all she could think about. Dylan smiled to himself as the door to his bedroom opened. The door closed quietly and he heard soft footsteps walk to his bed. He continued to fake sleep. A slender hand reached out and touched his shoulder. "Dylan?" It was a mere whisper, but Dylan responded. He opened his eyes and slowly rolled to face her. She didn't look like she could say anything else. He took pity on her and lifted the covers so that she could join him. Liana quickly pulled her nightgown over her head and tossed it away. She tried to lie next to him, but he wouldn't let her. Instead he pulled her down on top of him. He looked at her expectantly. It took a few minutes for Liana to get enough courage to talk. She swallowed nervously a few times and stared down at his patient face. She had hoped that once she appeared in his room, he would take control like again. Quietly, in barely a whisper, she finally spoke. "Help me." Dylan slowly began to smile TO BE CONTINUED... An Innocent Ch. 04 Alec smiled as Lia adjusted herself on top of him. She looked so beautiful. Her tousled hair fell across her shoulders and tickled her chest and her pupils were so big that her eyes looked back. She was restlessly rubbing against him when she spoke, "Alec, please. I need you." Arousal was evident in her voice. He closed his eyes partway and tried to look sleepy, "I guess, but you'll have to do all the work." His voice was gravelly with lust but in her innocence she would just mistake it for tiredness. Liana blushed when his words registered. She swallowed nervously and nodded. She felt his arms tighten around her waist as she leaned down to whisper, "You'll have to tell me what to do." That softly spoken sentence nearly had him spilling his seed then and there. He instinctively tightened his arms around Liana. After drawing a shaky breath, he forced the muscles in his arms to relax; there was really no need to let her see what game he was playing before he was ready. The sound of her voice pulled him out his mind and back into the dark of his bedroom. "What do I do first?" She whispered. Her wide eyes seemed to glow in the darkened room as she stared down at his face. Her breath came in short pants, bathing Alec's face in the intoxicating scent that belonged only to her. With his desires firmly in check, he answered her, "Sit up...". Liana slowly complied. She placed her hands on his warm shoulders and pushed herself straight up. Alec pulled his knees up so that she could rest her back on his firm thighs. "You'll have to arouse me..." at her baffled look he added "touch your breasts." Slowly, so very slowly, she raised trembling hands to her own breasts and caressed gently. After a few minutes of watching her stroke her creamy flesh, he was more than ready to flip her over and drive himself into her steamy depths. "You'll have to ready yourself, also" he growled. Liana's eyes, up to this point closed in embarrassment, snapped open and flew to his face. The look she threw his way, an enticing mixture of excitement and alarm, nearly had him swallowing his tongue. When it was apparent that she wasn't sure what he wanted, Alec firmly grasped her hand and pulled it slowly down her torso to tangle in the soft fleece guarding her sex from him. His gaze, still locked with her, broke free to stare at the blatantly sexual position of her fingers. "Rub yourself," he nearly growled. Liana could feel her embarrassment turning her face bright red. Her fingers slowly circled. She kept her gaze down, refusing to meet his dark eyes. The tingling was growing greater but she knew from experience- the experience of only a few minutes ago- that this would not give her what she wanted. "Alec," the whisper was faint even to her own ears, "I don't think this will work." Alec held his grin, he had a feeling that she was on the brink of a sensual confession but there was no point in tipping his hand before he was ready. His hand lifted to Liana's face, a slight pressure under her chin forced eye contact. "Why not?" He didn't think it was possible but her blush darkened and spread. He watched the beautiful flush tint her shoulders and breasts a soft pink. Her fingers stopped in embarrassment, so with his other hand he pressed her fingers into her flesh slowly circling. "Why not, Lia?" Embarrassment and arousal were both evident in her voice when she responded, "I tried it, it doesn't work." The words were spoken so softly that he had to pull himself up to hear. Visions of Liana pleasuring herself swamped his mind; with a growl his control broke. Grasping her tightly, pulling her chest flush against his he rolled over settling himself heavily between her legs. His hand cradled her face for a moment then brushed down her neck, swirled around her breast, with an extra flourish at her hardened nipple, skimmed across her flat belly and landed between her legs. Another growl escaped as he felt the wetness seeping around his fingers. "I think you're ready enough." His mouth claimed hers as his fingers spread her to allow entrance to her sodden passage. Liana heard a long moan- then realized that that it came from her. The fullness she felt in her body was delicious and mind-numbing. She felt her inhibitions slipping away and almost without thought her arms wound tightly around his necks and her legs crept up around her hips. "Alec" she gasped "more... please." Never one to ignore a lady's wishes in the bedroom, Alec slid a strong hand under her hips for better leverage. One, two and then three deep thrusts before he felt her tightening around him. With a shout he joined her- exploding in what seemed like endless pleasure. An Innocent Conversation Eighteen years old. What a heady age. I really miss those days. Back when high school was something to be escaped, when the future looked bright, opportunities endless. Nothing locked in, very few decisions made worth regretting. Hell, a world where someone else buys your food, washes your clothes and keeps a roof over your head can't have been all that bad, surely. And yet like most sullen teenagers, somehow I found a way to be miserable. Typical unprovoked teenaged angst, whole world against me, fuck them all, and so forth. There were a few bright bits which still make me smile, though. I have always been a rather hirsute fellow and during my final schooling years I embraced as much; to celebrate as much, I once stuck a bone in my impressively bushy beard, stood nonchalantly before an assembly of seven-hundred-and-then-some of my peers, and suggested they elect for their School Captain the guy with the seven inch bone. That brought the house down, and they voted in their droves. I ended up attaining the rank of Vice Captain due to the frowning principal's five-hundred-point deciding vote for a less-bearded peer (Democracy? In high school? Move along, yon starry-eyed fool), but I didn't mind as it allowed me to introduce myself as the Captain of Vice. Definitely one of my finer moments, the Cry of the Guy with the Seven Inch Bone. Another of my finer moments from my final year of higher education? It would have to have been that conversation with Justine. Twas an innocent conversation; innocent enough, at least at first... Justine was always That Girl, of whom the guys spoke in hushed tones. She was the girl everyone wanted. She was also the girl who almost definitely knew as much, and yet she didn't seem to let it go to her head. Which, of course, only made her all the hotter. We were all gobsmacked, and sometimes we were given to wonder why. She wasn't exactly super pretty; her face was fair but not striking, tending to moon-shaped, though with a naturally clear tone and complexion which must surely have vexed ninety per cent of her teenaged peers. She wasn't terribly statuesque either - she had boobs but they weren't the biggest, she had legs but they weren't the longest, she had curves but they weren't by themselves heart stopping in any justifiable way. She was one of those girls who was very much more than the sum of her parts; all of it put together, topped off by a wonderfully cheeky, challenging personality made her The Girl To Want, The Girl to Lust After, and The Girl You'd Never Get. Well, not strictly. Guys did manage to get with her, though me and my merely-mortal friends could never figure how. She had boyfriends here and there, from time to time, all of them undeserving and unremarkable deadshit dropkicks who couldn't hope to be deemed worthy of her affections by the hordes of her admirers. Myself included, again. Upon hours of reflection, my mates and I reached a consensus on the Question that was Justine's Inexplicable Hotness. It was the look in her eye. She always had about her something of a look, a crooked eyebrow, a twinkle of the iris that suggested a certain liveliness, a simmering sexuality, a girl who knows what she wants and gets it when she wants it, with no qualms or compunctions. No man nor woman would dare tar her a slut; this was a girl in control of her sexuality, open to it, awake to her desires and never abashed when it came time to satiate herself. Or so I assumed, anyway. I was a friend to her, nothing more, and one of a great many friends, fans and well-wishers throughout the student population. She was unflinching in her friendliness, our Justine, always full of genuine warmth and approachability. For a great many junior years in high school I admired her from afar, nerdish and hesitant, uncertain of my own worthiness for even a few seconds of genial conversation with her. But as the aforementioned bone-supporting beard kicked in good and thick, I found myself the designated "obtainer of alcoholic refreshments" for the never-ending round of senior year parties. This happy circumstance saw me invited to soirees on a weekly basis and with open access to as much booze as I cared to ply from my grateful, smooth-faced friends; through the miracle powers of liquor, my boldness kindled and I spoke more and more with our Justine at said parties, and I was even able to carry on this newfound geniality into the more sober surrounds of school. Twas one such school day, one of those coolish-to-warm spring days in Australia where the weather is still deciding whether it should be hellishly hot or unreasonably cold, where I found myself shooting the breeze with our Justine. Hell if I can remember how the conversation started, but so long as my arse points south I shall never forget how the conversation turned as, seemingly absent-minded, Justine attempted to adjust the underwire of her bra through her shirt and - with a loud and painful-sounding THWACK - she accidentally let it twang back against her body. I blinked, and she blinked. It was the first time I'd ever seen Justine wide-eyed with genuine horror. There she had been, just having a normal conversation with regular old me, and without even thinking she'd gone and played bra-cello right in front of me. Her embarrassment was plain and painful to see, and my first instinct was to set her at ease with a dumb joke. "Underwire cutting in, eh?" She nodded, still wincing with combined under-breast discomfort and more general mortification. "Yeah, mine slices me up like a bitch," I lamented sympathetically, miming as I adjusted my own imaginary underwire. And she laughed, long and loud, warm and appreciative as the awkwardness between us vanished on the breeze. "Terrible, aren't they?" Justine agreed, still smiling as she finished fixing the underwire, this time without any hesitation - she wore a bra, I knew it, most if not all girls at our school wore bras too, so why be backwards about adjusting it? "Bloody shocking. A terrible man-made affliction," I declared, channelling my inner feminist. "Still, it's the price we pay for possessing such awesome pillows like ours, eh?" I added with a wink, smooshing my own (assuredly flat and featureless) bosom together in a big show of self-regard. She laughed again - music to a young admirer's ears, to be sure. "Thanks, Martin," she added, with warmth and gratitude. "No worries," I shrugged with a smile. "Though honestly Justine," I added, as an intriguing possibility occurred to me, "I'm not really sure why you bother with a bra. Surely you and your young puppies aren't all that desperate for shaping and support - can't help but imagine you'd still be pert and perky even without the bra, no?" Justine grinned hugely at that. "Well, that's as may be," she allowed, all mysterious and beguiling, her words giving away nothing but her eyes suggesting volumes more. "But Martin, look at our school shirts - they're as thin as tissue paper," she declared, pinching her fingers within her shirt sleeve to demonstrate the paper-thin quality of our white uniform shirts. "So?" said I, feigning ignorance to her point. "So?" she echoed. "So if I were to go bra-free, my boobs and nipples would show through this shirt as clear as day!" "Still not seeing why that's a problem," I informed her, managing commendably not to leer as hard as I dearly wanted at the very thought of our Justine's fine bust on display. "Yeah, I'm sure you don't," Justine grinned at me. "You smooth talker, you." I revelled quietly at her final comment for a few short moments - it was framed as a jibe, but there was a hint in her tone and, again, more than a hint in her eye at the genuine sentiment behind it. I felt I was doing well in this conversation, so I pursued the matter further. "Okay, granted: we're not all gripped by an exhibitionistic need, not all the time anyway," I allowed. "But what about on a cooler day, when you can get away with wearing a sweater over the paper-thin shirt? You could go bra-free then. You'd be all comfortable, and as close to tits-out at school as you might ever get. Imagine the secret kinky thrill!" There was a moment - barely an instant, but a moment nonetheless - where I saw Justine consider my proposal with a genuine intrigue. Somehow I knew, it was the prospect of a 'kinky thrill' that provided the greatest appeal. I'd struck a chord with her, a quasi-sexual chord too, and I rejoiced even as she quickly formulated a negatory response. "Maybe," she voiced, with what I was sure was an affected disinterest in the idea. "But what if I went into a classroom where the heat was on and I needed to strip down?" "No one would dare stop you," I assured her. She pulled a wry face and struck me in the upper arm, playfully and not a little flirtatiously. "Yeah yeah," she deadpanned. "Hey: all's I'm concerned for is your comfort, Justine," I assured her, not troubling myself to sound entirely genuine. "Don't dismiss the idea entirely. I bet that you could try it any day - ditch the bra, put a sweater on top, and no one would be able to tell by looking at you. You perky little thing, you," I added, teasingly. She rolled her eyes at that, but her grin betrayed her continued amusement. "Sure thing, Martin," she told me. And so the conversation rolled on to other topics, the bell rang for the next class, and we went our separate ways. Life continued on for a few days, very much as before; sharing a few words, jokes and smiles with our Justine from time to time, rousting about with my mates inbetween times, classes and hometime and new days rolling on each after the other, much as they always had done. With a good number of days having passed by in that fashion, and with all the cares and troubles of a young lad in his prime, my intriguing little conversation with Justine passed pretty much forgotten. We did have chemistry together though - Chemistry class, that is; and on one particularly vicious and cold late spring afternoon, our Justine approached my table in the back row of the room. "Hey Martin! Mind if I sit with you? Sharon-" her BFF, with whom she usually sat during class "-is away today." I managed to stop myself from crying "oh Justine, please do sit with me!" and took a moment to frame a more suitable reply. My mate Brad usually sat in the chair Justine was eyeing off, but he was late to class and I was pretty sure he'd get over any perceived slight on this occasion. And if he couldn't get over it: fuck him. "Sure," I told her, with a subdued smile. Such was the thrill I got from her simply asking to sit with me during class that I paid little heed to her outfit for that day: a knee-length navy blue school skirt down below, and the collar of another thin white cotton school shirt could be seen poking out from beneath a warm woollen school sweater - navy blue, to match her skirt. The significance of as much is probably immediately apparent to you, dear reader, but me being a dopey teenaged male with the aforementioned conversation far from my mind, I had absolutely no idea what was going on. After a few minutes of genial conversation, exactly as much must have been clear to our Justine. "So..." she hazarded. "Good thing it's not too warm in here, eh?" I blinked hazily, a million other things of zero consequence on my mind. "You reckon?" I frowned. "Bit nippy in here, actually." "Nippy, you say?" she grinned hugely - and again, the big obvious hint sailed clear over my dozey young skull. "Parky. Chilly. Fucking freezing - however you'd care to describe it," I frowned, taking the jibe as her teasing me over my choice of phrase. "Quite honestly, I wouldn't mind if we put the heat on..." As a bell rang quietly in my mind and I stopped dead in my tracks, Justine sat and watched me with an ever-growing grin. The ball took a goodly while to drop, but when it did, my jaw dropped along with it all the way to the floor. "Have you... are you..." I wondered how to phrase the question least stupidly, and eventually I simply gave up and went with stupid. "Have you got the goods out under there, Justine??" She laughed at me, but again it was a laugh full of good nature, warmth and cheer. "That's one way of putting it," she allowed. I took a moment to regather my senses, perhaps unwisely also taking a moment to survey her bosomish region at the same time. "Well I reckon I was right," I told her. "If you hadn't told me you weren't wearing a bra, I would never have picked it - they look as good and perky as ever they do. Well done!" I added somewhat lamely, otherwise unsure how to punctuate my praise for the perkiness of her tits. She simply grinned at me. "Thanks," she said. "How long have you been doing this?" I went on, sotto voce as the teacher arrived and conversation in the room died down - this was a secret for me, I realised; Justine's daring act, her brazen bralessness and the risk of being caught out by all and sundry was a dear and precious secret for me to. It was something I cared not to share with any man nor woman and probably something that should not be discussed within the confines of a near-silent classroom, but I simply had to know more. Chemistry lesson be damned - I had other things to learn. "How long have you gone without the bra?" "I've been tits-out and bra-free all day," she informed me breathily, and I could see from the light in her eye that she was enjoying herself exactly as much as I had jokingly, wishingly foretold. "I didn't even pack a bra in my bag. I looked at it this morning and I just said 'fuck it - Martin's right. I can do it. No one can stop me, and if anyone realises: who cares?'" "Justine, that's just a whole bunch of awesome," I confessed to her. "Has anyone said anything?" "No one has even looked twice," she said, somewhat boastfully. "Well done indeed," I praised, whispering now as the teacher launched into a lesson we were set to ignore. "How does it feel, to be out and free?" "By God I'm so comfortable, Martin," she told me. Whether she realised it or not, she had actually laid a hand near my knee as she turned to speak - and the close contact, the way it heightened this new intimacy between us, only added to the strain on my pants caused by the 'as close to erotic as my young self had experienced' topic. "So, so very comfortable. I was a bit put off by the bouncing and jiggling as I walked," she confided, which must surely have made my eyes bug out at least a little, "but you get used to it," she finished off, as though it was a word to the wise. "But of course," I nodded, sagely. "I learned to compensate for my own jiggle years ago," I added, cupping beneath an imaginary handful on my own chest for emphasis. Justine giggled at that, earning a baleful eye from our teacher before he continued on with the lesson I hadn't a hope in hell of absorbing. "I just hope nobody turns the heat on," she murmured in a wonderfully low, sexy voice. "That'd put me in a spot of bother." My erection was by now straining so hard I thought it was trying to reach out and introduce itself to her. Pretty much instantly, a dastardly plan had hatched in my mind, and I could feel it spilling out onto my face most unsubtly. Her eyes went wide as she beheld my expression: it was a look of guile I had, guile seasoned with sudden gumption, wanton wickedness and gleeful cheek. "No..." she breathed, wide-eyed; but the very idea she had guessed at, which surely presented an unwanted terror, also held for her its own perverse amusement as she battled down a smile. I didn't even stop to think about it, to mull the possibilities, to consider the consequences of the action - I just went ahead and raised my hand, and when hailed I said "Sir? Could we please put the heater on back here? Bit cold, y'see." Having gained the teacher's unknowing, uncaring acquiescence, I turned to quickly take in Justine's reaction: a mixture of stunned rage, aghast and mortified, but again, a grin fighting its way through to show a surprising hint of appreciation for my bold cheekiness. And her grin grew ever-stronger as I got on up, fired up the gas-powered heater, and sat on back down next to her, having to hobble somewhat crablike in an attempt to conceal my straining arousal. "You bastard," was all she said. "Oh Justine. Can you really blame me?" I fired back in reply, all admonition, as though there had been no other possible course of action. It earned me another punch in the arm. We sat in silence for a while as I tried to catch up for a few minutes with the class notes. Even as I scribbled furiously and to little effect, I'd glance to Justine every now and again, unable to conceal my glee at her own growing discomfort as the temperature rose. "Did you have to put it on its highest setting?" she groused after a while. "Hey: some of us are cold here," I told her. "You fucking bastard," she rumbled again, though still unable to hide that grin. "You know I can't take my sweater off!" "Why not?" I shrugged. "Cos I don't wanna flash my boobs at everyone!" she hissed, barely audible. I looked her dead in the eye. "I dare you." She froze, and returned my fixed look. "Go on," I told her. "You know you want to." And I had the truth of it: she did want to. It was written plain as day across her face. I knew now, she'd spent the whole day romping around braless in public with no one the wiser. And there was a part of her, a small but significant part that was secretly disappointed at not having been caught; she must have been waiting, expecting someone to turn around and call her out, to declare her a wild and wicked bra-free woman. And by this late part of the day, that tension within her, that simmering broiling excitement must have built up to an incredible high - a high that my own arousal had surely matched in only the space of these few minutes. "You do want to!" I couldn't help but crow, quiet yet triumphant. The admission was clear in her eyes: shameless and proud, she truly did want to do it, to whip off the sweater and put herself out there for all to see, nought between her and the world save a tissue-thin slip of cotton. She was still hesitant, though. "I'm gonna get busted, for sure," she murmured. "Nah," I told her. "Who's looking back here? Teacher's three-quarts blind, check the thickness of those glasses," I observed. "He ain't gonna see a thing." "What about those guys?" she asked, nodding to our classmates in the row immediately before us. "Come on. What are the chances of one of them turning around to specifically try to catch a glimpse of your goods?" I pointed out. I could tell she was warming to the idea. She wasn't entirely glad about it, about the control I seemed to be exerting over her as I called her out for her desires and goaded her into acting against her better judgement, and there was a look thrown in my direction that spelled out exactly what she thought of me at this point. But her face was pink and flushed in the growing heat, and also with her growing excitement - and I knew, somehow I knew, she was resolving to do it. "If I get busted," she told me, as she sat up and reached for the bottom of her sweater, "I will fucking kill you, Martin. And that..." And with one glorious movement, she whipped the sweater over her head - and there they were, just as prophesied, two perfect and fine orbs straining mightily against the may-as-well-not-have-been-there translucent sheerness of her school blouse with large, surprisingly dark nipples placed like oversized chocolate drops in the perfect centre of her breasts. "...Is a promise." And the look she held for me, as her eyes somehow dragged mine away from the sight on display, carried another promise: she was going to get me back for what I had somehow, unbelievably, miraculously convinced her to do, in plain sight at the back of our classroom. An Innocent Conversation I held her eye, and couldn't help but smile. "You reckon anyone will see?" "You've seen," she observed, cool as you like and sexy as fuck. "Yes I have," I confirmed. "And I'm very grateful, too." "Uh huh," she returned, affecting to sound unimpressed but her face betraying her amusement, as well as the mutual thrill and excitement we shared at this forbidden action. "So what do I get in return as a show of your gratitude, hmm?" I was suddenly at a loss. What could she possibly want from me, what could I do to repay the kindness she had shown in providing such an unexpected, treasured and wondrous display? "Umm..." I said; and again, when all else had failed, comedy prevailed as I pulled my own shirt tight against my chest, peeking down to see my own nipples showing clear and proud through the astonishingly sheer material. She laughed at that, sudden and aloud, and as the whole class turned wondering at the source of her merriment she managed to coyly cover her nippular regions with her arms. "Sorry," she told the class. "Martin's being a buffoon." "Try to control yourself please, Martin," our teacher admonished me. I nodded a grudging acknowledgment, turning to fire an evil eye off at our Justine once my chastisement was done. "You're the one with your melons virtually hanging out, and I get in trouble?" I muttered. "Helps if you're pretty," she told me. "Nice." "I'm still waiting for something from you," she informed me; and as I turned to regard her, this time I managed to catch her as she quickly looked away from my crotch. 'Fuck me,' I thought, 'she wants the D.' And that was it: I'd seen some tit, she was after some tat. Haltingly, hesitatingly, my self-doubts from junior school rushing back even in the face of what I was sure was confirmation of what she was seeking, I reached down; I grabbed the fabric of my rough, slate-grey coloured school trousers; and I pulled them such as they became hard-pressed, like a glove, against the length and heft of my throbbing arousal as it sat trapped and helpless, pinned between my thigh and trouser leg. It was definitely what she wanted. Her breath sucked in with a rush, making her bosom crowd against the sheerness of her shirt once more, which in turn made my own display twitch almost agonizingly. "My my," she murmured. "Aren't we a big boy, Martin? I would never have suspected." "Aww," I demurred, even as my heart and spirit and cock soared with the praise. "I bet you say that to all the boys you semi-flash in the back of Chemistry." She managed to stifle her laughter this time, and she punched me sharply in the thigh, twice, hard up against the very leg that my cock was pinned to. "Careful!" I warned. "Thump me too hard, you'll risk setting it free!" The look of hunger and wantonness that she turned upon me near as damn made me spill a load in my shorts, just like that. "Do it," she breathed. "What?" "Set it loose!" she urged. "What?? No way!" I nearly squealed in stunned reply. She affected a pout. "Whyever not, Mister Martin?" "Because, Miss Justine," I told her, even as I scrabbled desperately in my mind for a cooler response than my last panicked, schoolboy's outburst. I came upon a good one: "We're taking turns here. We've both shown ourselves through fabric now. If you want me to set something to the breeze, you go first." "I can't do that!" she returned, her turn now to be horrified. "I can't pull a tit out! Teacher's not THAT blind." "I've already seen your tits, or as good as," I told her, shrugging as though it was now a trifle - even as my eyes kept darting back to the mesmerising sight at least once every three seconds. "Time to let the cat out, my dear." Her mouth fell open in an amused show of shock. "I can't..." she said, for perhaps the seventh time that day. "Dare ya." That was her kryptonite: the dare. And I knew it now, even as she started to shift in her seat. The further-fetched, more unreasonable and more dangerous the dare, the more compelled she was to answer it, to answer my challenge and show me for a fool for doubting her and her wildness. It was a tremendous power that I had found myself holding over her, and as the saying goes, it came with a tremendous responsibility - but oh, the possibilities it presented... Somehow, whilst feigning complete nonchalance, Justine had shifted such that she could hike up her knee-length skirt, not too very high in front, but right up to her waistline at back, such that the entirety of her simple white cotton knickers were plain for me but no-one else to see as we sat alone in the back row. And again, slowly and subtly, taking her time and relishing the forbidden action, she raised slightly in her seat, hooked her thumbs in, and slid her panties down her legs and over her shoes; she paused shortly to refix her skirt to a less-highly-hiked position, though I had a good few seconds to appreciate the giddying sight of her upper thighs and bared buttocks, and all a sudden her knickers were in her hands, beneath the table and hidden from sight to all but me. "Martin..." she murmured, seemingly overcome by a secret she was only too keen to share: "They're so damp." Without asking or thinking, and knowing I was welcome to do so, I reached over and slipped the knickers out of her hands. They shuffled through my fingers, and shortly I found myself in complete agreement with her: these cotton whiteys were soaked through, a wondrously warm, thick, cloying slickness concentrated at the crotch of her netherwear and soaking, radiating high up the front and rear of the garment. And the aroma that arose from that piece of simple material, the heady scent that filled my nostrils even at arm's distance: so strong, so sweet, such a natural musky perfume she put forth... "Justine!" I found myself growling. "Just... damn, girl." "Martin: I have been so wet, all day," she told me, in that heart-stoppingly low, guttural, brutally honest tone that simply made me melt. "When you put it to me, since the very moment you gave me the idea of going braless beneath a sweater, I've been waiting days and days for the right weather where I could try it. Today I woke up and I knew, and I didn't even reach for a bra this morning: just the shirt and sweater, and that was it, nothing else over my boobs. And I walked around all day, Martin, I walked around all day with my breasts moving and swaying, free and easy inside my shirt, dragging and rubbing against the loose cotton. And it felt so good, Martin. I was waiting for someone to catch me - hoping it would be you who caught me. I hung around you, I tried to hold your attention and talk to you all day, you dumb bastard, but you didn't see that my tits were out and you didn't say anything and I couldn't get you alone to share my secret - not til now. "And I've been dripping all day Martin," she went on, and I knew it to be true, the thick slickened headiness of the incredible thing in my hands was the proof. "I've been so hot, so wet, Martin I've been so horny..." "I need to see it," I told her. "By all that is good and holy, Justine, I have got to see your hotness, your wetness." She looked at me, a look that could have killed me stone dead right there, even as she pushed her pen to the far edge of the desk and let it drop. I could have kissed her, right there and then - I dearly wanted to as well, except the task presented to me could not be ignored. "Allow me to get that for you, my dear," I grinned. "Such a gentleman," she replied, the sweetness in her voice perfectly equipoised by the fire in her eye. And I did go and get it for her. I stood, uncaring at the veritable flag pole flying rudely from my crotch - let her see it, let anyone else see it too, though all and sundry were too wrapped up in ionic bonds and valencies to pay us any heed. I walked around that desk, and I bent down to pick up that pen. And I turned my head to see as she spread her legs, wide and wanton, and let it all hang out. There they were, her perfectly formed inner lips framed by gloriously large and meaty labia, her hot wet pinkness wide and spread for me, her glistening moisture running clear and free and obvious down to soak the back of her skirt, her clit budding and engorged, her depths opened, beckoning, beguiling. It was right there. I might have shuffled under, I might have tickled it with a finger, I might even have touched it with my tongue and tasted of her rich aromatic musk, but discretion prevailed and I returned to my seat - I'd even had the presence of mind to actually collect the pen, too. "And there you go, m'lady," I said as I returned the errant stationery. "What did you think?" she whispered, surprising me with the delicacy, the genuine vulnerability with which she asked. "Twas a thing of rare beauty, Justine," I promised her. "Breathtaking. Stunning. Words fail." She grinned hugely at that, and beneath the table I sensed she was closing her legs. "Leave them spread," I dared her. She looked at me again, seeking confirmation. "Let them see," I whispered. "Let them see the wonder that is you, Justine. Let them see it and love it and despair!" It must have sounded corny as fuck, but she did it - those legs spread wide again, and once again her sex was free for any to see, though there were still no heads turning our way. "I've put myself to the breeze," she pointed out. "Your turn. Let them see you, too. Let me see you." My cock was out in a flash, finally free of its own clothy confines and providing me with a great sense of relief. It barely fit beneath the table, the tip of my knob brushing against the underside of the desktop, and she had to crane her neck quite a bit to take me all in. "Are you always that big?" she asked, boggling slightly. "Setting new records for you, my dear," I promised her. Having been presented with her sex, I had lacked the time and gumption to have a feel; Justine, however, had quick and easy access to me, and she availed herself of it fully as she ran her hand over my bulging hardness, soft and tender, reverent and appreciative. My initial shock at what had come to pass subsided into gratefulness, and I sat back and revelled at my situation as I received a handjob in class. Fine as it was for me, it wasn't enough for her. "Come meet me in the storeroom," she hissed quickly, before standing and excusing herself to the bathroom. I found myself in a quandary. I wanted to follow her - needed to follow her, but I was sure that any attempt of mine to attend the bathroom would be seen through for the quick and dirty meeting it surely (hopefully!) was going to be. Happily it proved a non-issue as the teacher declared he had left essential paraphernalia back in his office and exited the room himself. I near as damn chased the guy out the door, and wandered not at all nonchalantly - chalantly? - down the hall to the storeroom next door as he shuffled blithely in the opposite direction. A carefully coded knock was hastily answered by our Justine, and before I knew it we were behind locked doors and it was on. Her few remaining garments - shirt and skirt was all she had left - were soon on the floor. My trousers met my ankles and my shirt flew open in a masterfully coordinated bout of button-loosing, and we were upon each other, skin on skin and flesh on flesh. It was a sensual overload for my virginal self, and hardly had Justine sunk to her knees and taken my cock into my mouth than I was heaving and shuddering with an unwelcome early orgasm; she took it like a champ, swallowing a few mouthfuls before cheekily rising to kiss me again, treating me to a taste of my own meatiness and saltiness - so very like our Justine, to mock-punish my early orgasm with a taste of my own seed. I slowed myself down, and focussed on her pleasure. Some clumsy third-base action with less attractive members of our class in junior years had set me with something of a roadmap for female pleasure, and I found myself setting her to a good building rhythm in short order. I had taken up position behind her, enveloping her in a glad embrace, crowding tight against her, her naked back and rump against my bared chest and hips as I caressed her bodily, getting a good handful of those trouble-causing breasts, circling and teasing her fascinatingly dark nipples, passing my hands and fingers over her hips and legs, up and down her thighs, teasing the modest, carefully-maintained little tuft of womanly fuzz over her sex before delving into her hotness and wetness, feeling and exploring that which I had long lusted after but had only recently seen for myself beneath a classroom desk surrounded by our peers. I worked with her and for her, finding what she liked, the pressure and rhythm that earned the best encouragement of moans and sighs. I rejoiced as her moisture flowed anew and I had her building, building, rising and peaking, climbing almost out of my arms as though to escape the pleasure that arose from her centre, rose and took hold of her, and thankfully an overly-noisy video that the teacher had put on in our room served to cover the involuntary sounds of her crescendo as her pleasure spilled over and she came, she came long, she came hard, she came for me. By this point my own arousal had long since returned, and pausing only to fetch a handy rubber from a pocket in her skirt - what had she been planning for me, all this time? - she slipped it into place with a grin, a wink and a kiss. I picked her up and braced her shapely arse upon the edge of a nearby table, setting her at the perfect height for entry; she guided me and I followed her lead, and I slipped easily into her moistened, malleable depths. This was it. This was what I had dreamed of - what we had all dreamed of, me and my hapless mates. This was the hallowed ground, the holy grail. I was fucking Justine. But no. Justine was not one to be fucked, and she shortly made it known: she launched off the counter top and latched her legs about me, and we stood clear in the middle of the store room and we fucked each other. She rode upon me as I drove into her, we took turns to control the speed and pace, with unspoken accord we set the tune and went to town. A second orgasm took root in me, I felt it take hold but this time it was not running away from me - this one was deeply rooted, firmly planted, and it would take its time to spring on forth. Justine's own vocalness made a welcome return too, as she again let me know what felt good and what felt great. "Mmm," she told me as I stroked in and out just so; "ohh yeah," she purred as I paused to grind a little against her, seeking to hit her clit with the root of my shaft; "yes Martin, yes like that, juuust like that" she told me as I found a new angle that seemed to have my curving heft working better against her inner spot, and as I kept on doing it just like that her moans turned to groans, her groans to cries, and I had to smother the ensuing shouting and hollering with deep and lusty kisses as she again rose to her peak, and she brought me with her, and I came good and long and hard in time with her own ultimate release. Evenually we wound down, we regathered our senses, and likewise our clothes. "Did you happen to bring my knickers in with you?" she asked of me. I froze. "Umm," I ventured. "I may have left them on the desk..." She froze too, wide-eyed with terror at the possible consequences awaiting our very late return to class, until I let loose a grin and fished the garment from my trouser pocket. "Sorry," I told her. "You're not sorry at all, you shithead!" she accused, even as she snatched them off me and slipped back into their relative safety. "True," I confessed. "Though I am being truthful when I say, I haven't seen your bra all day." She laughed at that - again, that warm, generous laughter that makes a small man feel ten miles tall - and we left the storeroom and headed back to class, hand in hand, not caring who saw or thought what as we headed back to our seats. Perhaps only a few of our classmates guessed at the significance of our flushed countenances, tustled hair and dishevelled appearance, but there were more than a few of my male peers who did not fail to notice what our Justine had been hoping would be noticed all day: two barely-covered boobs, braless and proud. Let them see it, I thought. Let them strain and peer, catching the odd flashing glimpse of breast and nipple brushing against fabric as she did indeed jiggle and bounce as she walked. Let them see all that they could, for I had seen more, far more than I'd ever hoped or dreamed. And there was far, far more to come, too. An Innocent Day They had never met before, but both were drawn to each other sitting there in that coffee shop. A few glances and smiles were exchanged before he got up and walked over to her table. She put down the book she had been reading and glanced up at him. "Hi." "Hi," she said, waiting for him to go on. "I know this will sound stupid, but I couldn't help but notice you sitting here. I must confess that I had to come over to talk to you." "Oh?" she asked arching a sculpted brow. He laughed nervously and ran a hand through his cropped light brown hair that was beginning to be speckled with gray. "Um, yeah actually. So can I ask you a question?" She regarded him silently before answering. "Yes." "What is your name?" He asked. She was taken by surprise. Usually when a man came up to her he asked for her phone number or a date. This one acted like a normal human being, a nice change. She smiled at him and said, "My name is Veronica; and yours?" "Todd. Todd McBride. Nice to meet you Veronica." He said with a smile. "You like to read?" he asked referring to the book she had placed on the table when he walked up. "Yes, I love to read. Do you?" He gave Veronica a dazzling smile, "Very much so." He glanced down at the table and saw an uneaten cannoli on a small plate that she had ordered along with her coffee. "Those are great aren't they?" He nodded his head in the direction of the plate. "Oh, the one's made here are to die for. You should try one sometime," she replied. Todd filed this away; it meant she came here often. "I have. I come here sometimes to sit and read a book or the paper. It gets me out of the house and able to enjoy some time away from everything else." Veronica nodded, "I know what you mean." They both chatted some more, talking about the books that they had read or planned to read. The conversation eventually turned to relationships and Veronica divulged to Todd that she did have a boyfriend. Todd was single and never divorced, nor did he have a relationship with anybody at the moment. Despite knowing that she had a boyfriend he nevertheless gave her his phone number and told her to call him if anything ever changed or she just wanted to go get coffee. "Thanks for the chat Veronica," Todd said while standing up, "I enjoyed myself. I hope you did too." "I certainly did. I hope we will see each other again sometime." "Me too. I come here every so often, so we may run into each other," Todd said. They both left the café, waving to each other as each walked in a separate direction. Veronica walked into her apartment, placed her book and purse on the table by the door and walked to the phone. She sat down while she dialed her voicemail number and heard that there were 2 messages. "Hey babe, it's me," her boyfriend James said in the message, "give me a call when you get in." The next message was from her friend Amy who said that she wouldn't be able to make the lunch date the next day because her brother needed her to help him pick up a car from the auto shop. Veronica hung up the phone feeling a little disappointed that Amy cancelled on her. She dialed her boyfriend's number. He picked up on the 2nd ring. "Hello." "Hey Jimmy, it's me." "Hey babe. What's going on? Where have you been?" He asked. Veronica mentally sighed. Jimmy was always so into her business, always wanting to know who and what and where. They had been dating for about 9 months and his insistence that she tell him everything she did everyday was starting to wear on her nerves. "I went out to get coffee and something to eat. Why? What's going on?" she asked in an irritated tone. "Come over." He demanded. "Jimmy, I've got stuff to do. I have to finish this project I've got going on for work," she said referring to her home-based interior design business. "That can wait. I want you to come over. We haven't been together all week." Veronica was starting to get annoyed. She couldn't just drop everything to go over to Jimmy's house. She knew what he wanted; it was what every guy wanted in the end. She wasn't even all that excited about it either, Jimmy was just in it for himself and rarely if ever tried to please her and fulfill her desires in bed. Veronica was a sensual person and needed foreplay and romance. Jimmy was a "wham, bam, thank you ma'am" type of guy. "You know Jimmy," Veronica began, "I'm not going to drop everything because you want me to come over. I have a job; I have my own things to do. Just because I work from home doesn't mean that I don't work." "I didn't say you didn't work. I just want you to come over." This went on for a few more minutes before Veronica gave up and said her goodbyes. Jimmy wasn't pleased about that, but Veronica was at the point that she didn't really care. She had been trying to get Jimmy to understand her and what she was about, but he was convinced that she didn't know what she was talking about. Veronica went to put the phone on the charger and went into her studio to work. Veronica woke up the next morning glad that she put in the extra hours last night to finish the project she had been working on. It gave her a few days off to do what she wanted. She didn't need to show her client the finished product until the end of the week and today was only Tuesday. She jumped in the shower, washed her shoulder length blonde hair and toweled off her body. To her, her body was something that she covered up everyday, but to anyone else she was worth a second glance. She was 5'5" and weighed 135 pounds. She ran a couple days a week when she could and tried to keep somewhat fit, but her body type tended towards slim anyways. Her breasts were ample and gave her a slightly top-heavy look but she was happy with them. Her legs were muscular from running and she looked great in heels, which she wore often. After showering she headed off to the coffee shop, a daily routine. She half hoped that she would meet up with Todd again, but wasn't counting on it. So it was much to her surprise when she walked in the door and there he was, sitting at the table she regularly frequented. She walked over to him with a smile on her face. "Hey stranger. What are you doing here?" Todd saw her walking towards him and gave her a sweet smile in return, "Trying to catch up with you of course." Veronica was flattered that he took the time to search for her. He pulled out a seat for her and offered to go get her coffee and breakfast. She was surprised; she didn't often get treated so nicely. She sat at the table and waited. Todd came back laden with her coffee and food. "Thanks! How much do I owe you?" "My treat. You don't owe me anything except perhaps one of your gorgeous smiles," he said. A smile came to her lips and she blushed. "Ah, there it is, that's what I wanted." He sat down and smiled back at her. He looked handsome today and gave off a scent of clean and healthy maleness. Veronica's nostrils flared as she breathed in the scent of him mixed with the tantalizing scent of freshly made coffee. Todd looked into her eyes and she realized that they were a striking green. She felt swept up into his gaze, pulled and drawn like a moth to flame. They both had their hands on the table toying with their coffee cups as they took sips of the hot brew. They fell into an easy conversation, talking like they had known each other for years. They sat there for two hours drinking coffee, laughing and talking. At one point Todd brushed against Veronica's hand on the table. She paused and closed her eyes, remembering the touch, the electric feeling that it left. "Are you ok?" Todd asked. "Fine, fine. It's just...,"she couldn't finish. She sat there in silence for a few heartbeats knowing that she had to continue. "Are you doing anything this evening?" Veronica asked. She was slightly shocked at herself for asking him that. She wasn't usually one to be so forward, but something about him made her feel so open and free. It didn't seem odd that she did ask him that, just that she normally wouldn't. "Well, I've got to meet for an appointment this afternoon but anytime after 8:00 I'm free," he said. "Ah..." Veronica was at a loss for words. She didn't know what she wanted from him or what she was feeling, but she knew that she couldn't just leave this afternoon and not see him again. Her heart was beating faster and faster in her chest and she was almost sure that he would be able to hear it sitting so close to her. Todd smiled at her and laid both his hands on one of hers. "I'd be thrilled if you would meet with me tonight," he licked his lips and the sight of his tongue flicking across his lips was enough to send a shiver down Veronica's spine. "How about we meet at my house? I make a mean chicken stir-fry with peanut sauce that will knock...your socks off." He left the offer of both the meal and the one left unsaid up in the air. It was now Veronica's choice to make. She stared down at his hands on hers, so warm they were. She imagined those hands running up her body, so warm and gentle. Her breath hitched in her chest. "I-I'll be there." He gave her his address. She smiled at him, a bit more composed now that his hands were no longer resting on hers and repeated, "I'll be there". Veronica got out of her car and walked up to the front door. The house was in a modest neighborhood and looked to be well kept. Taking a deep breath she rang the doorbell and waited. It took a few minutes for Todd to answer but when he did she knew it was worth all the anticipation she had felt. Todd was wearing a dark gray pair of slacks and a black button up shirt, cuffed at the wrists. He smiled as he walked her in and closed the door. "I'm glad you showed up. You look absolutely stunning," he said regarding her. Veronica was dressed in a simple and elegant black skirt the flared out at the bottom and a sexy red blouse with a plunging neckline. She had piled her hair on the top of her head in a loose sweep that was held with a clip. She had on two inch black heels that just made her legs look even sexier than they normally did. "Come on into the kitchen, I'll get you a drink and then take you on a tour of the house." They walked into the kitchen and Veronica saw the chicken simmering in a light sauce on the stove giving off a wonderful aroma. There was a small table in the corner of the room set for two. Veronica placed her purse on the counter and accepted a glass of wine from Todd. He took her on a quick tour of the house without showing her the bedroom. Veronica was thankful that he didn't; she was nervous as it was and such an obvious ploy could have turned the whole mood. But Todd, as she was finding out, was a gentleman. They adjourned to the back yard to sit under the stars and sip their wine with Todd leaving occasionally to check on the dinner. The wine had started to have its effects and she was soon more relaxed and talking animatedly with Todd about her job. He revealed that he was a buyer of imported rugs for a company that sold to local stores and national chains; from what he told her about it, it was a very lucrative career. He was paid well. Eventually dinner was ready and they went back inside to eat. The meal was as delicious as Todd claimed and she complimented him on it repeatedly. "I'm not much of a cook," Veronica stated, "I usually eat out or buy frozen stuff. This is incredible though." "I'm glad you like it. There is dessert too if you'd like. Simple, but sweet; like you." Veronica smiled and looked at him under her lashes. She was getting used to the compliments Todd rained upon her, but it still flattered her to no end to hear them. "You're pretty sweet yourself," she said, "I'm not used to all these compliments. They flow like honey off your tongue." "Am I making you uncomfortable?" "No, not at all. Not anymore at least." Todd captured her eyes with his, "Veronica, you are beautiful. How can I not compliment such a gorgeous woman? They just come out of me, unbidden." The dinner was soon forgotten and Todd led her into the living room. Veronica sat down on a plush couch and leaned into the pillows behind her. Todd stepped to the entertainment unit and soon soft music was emitting from hidden speakers in the ceiling. Todd turned and said, "I'll be right back. Make yourself comfortable." Veronica took off her shoes and tucked her feet underneath her on the couch. She held her drink in one hand and the other rested lightly on the arm of the couch. Todd came back with a bottle of wine that he put on the coffee table after refilling her glass. He sat down on the couch with his body turned towards her. "So, did you enjoy dinner?" "Very much. I've enjoyed this whole night. The food was delicious and the company was great. You really are a nice guy Todd." She paused and took a sip of her wine, "When I first met you I thought you were another guy trying to pick me up, but you are different." "So are you Veronica." He plucked her glass out of her hand and placed it on the table along with his own. Turning to face her again he tucked away a loose strand of her hair behind an ear. He ran a finger down her face to her chin and lowered his mouth to hers. The kiss was soft and warm and sent a coursing shock through Veronica's body, down to the tips of her toes. Todd cupped his hands around her face and withdrew to look at her. Veronica's lips were slightly parted and her eyes were still closed. He moved in again placing soft kisses upon her lips, parting them with his own. His tongue slipped into her mouth, grazing hers and withdrawing. She took the initiative and explored his mouth with her tongue, probing and teasing. Their kissing grew more passionate with each one a little bit more intense than the last. Veronica felt like she was melting into the couch, into his kisses, into his arms. They were a tangle of limbs on the couch. Todd moved his hot mouth to the crook of her neck and ran his lips over her skin, nipping lightly with his teeth, tasting her. He moved to the base of her throat and kissed up to her ear, breathing in her scent and teasing her with his mouth. He pulled away and she gazed at him with desire in her eyes. She moved in closer and swung her feet onto the floor. Todd pulled her to him and sat her on his lap. Placing his hands on her waist he ran them up her sides. Veronica was almost panting wondering how he could know what she fantasized about when he first touched her with those hands. He lifted her arms and placed them around his neck, behind her head. He slowly ran his fingertips down her arms, down her sides and back to her waist. He nuzzled into her neck again, inhaling her scent as his hands crept under her blouse. He caressed her stomach; causing her to shiver the lower he went. His hands moved back up grazing over her breasts, over her bra and back down. Veronica lowered her arms and turned around to face Todd. She kissed him deeply while her fingers deftly unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt. She slipped her hands under his shirt and towards his back. She lightly gripped onto his shoulders, kneading them and leaning them both towards the side of the couch and into the pillows. She sat up and unbuttoned the rest of his shirt until she reached his belt where the rest of the shirt was tucked in. Her hands lightly touched the hairs on his stomach and followed up to his chest, teasing and lightly tickling as she went. Placing her leg on his other side she straddled him. Veronica lowered herself towards Todd and kissed the side of his neck, breathing into his ear. Veronica whispered into his ear, "Take me to your bedroom. You're getting me so hot I can't stand it." Todd picked her up in his arms and carried her to his bedroom. He switched on the lights with an elbow and placed Veronica gently on the large, soft bed. He stood over her looking down at her while she took deep breaths and slightly shook. Todd sat down on the bed and took one of her shaking hands. "Sweetness, there is no need to be nervous. I won't hurt you." "Todd..." she whispered. "Let me please you." he said. She took one last deep breath and tried to calm herself. She was over-excited and close to the brink already. Todd turned on every button she had and did it expertly, like he already knew her body. Todd beckoned for her to stand up, so she did. Standing he embraced her and kissed her neck, her throat, her chest. He undid the clip holding her hair, letting it cascade over her shoulders. He placed his hands on her arms and let them slide down and towards her heaving breasts. Gasping, Veronica's eyes closed reveling in the touch of his hands on her breasts, rubbing his fingers over her nipples. He grasped the bottom of her blouse and pulled it over her head, with her help. Her full and creamy breasts broke free and jiggled back down from the hold the shirt had on them as Todd lifted it. Throwing the shirt on the floor he knelt slightly to kiss the parts that beckoned him. Todd placed light kisses on the tops of Veronica's breasts and moved down to her nipples that stood out prominently through her bra. He nipped one with his lips and Veronica's legs almost buckled, her head thrown back. Todd stood back up and reached around to unhook her bra. It fell to the ground. "Beautiful," he breathed. He tentatively reached out to cup her right breast and lowered his mouth to her erect nipple. His mouth was hot and wet and he ran his tongue over her nipple a few times before sucking on it and making Veronica cry out. His other hand went to the left breast and lavished attention on it before switching his mouth to that one as well. Todd went lower and started to pull down Veronica's skirt that revealed a sexy black lace thong covering her mound and separating her smooth cheeks. His hands grasped her butt, kneading it as he lowered his head to nuzzle her crotch through the panties. Veronica swayed forward when he came in contact with her body and almost staggered while she cried out "Oh god!" She took a step back and looked down at Todd, her eyes lidded and her breath coming in gasps. He knew that she would orgasm within minutes if he kept up what he was doing. Veronica slowly stepped towards Todd and pulled on his arms to lift him up. He stood and she glanced down at the protruding bulge in his pants. She smiled, more to herself than anything else and finished the task she had started in the living room by taking off his shirt. She stepped to him and laid her head on his chest, hearing his heartbeat and inhaling the scent that was so male that she had smelled back in the coffee shop when they first met. She raised her head and said, "Don't stop me ok?" Todd nodded his head. Veronica ran her hands up his back, feeling the smoothness of his skin and the light sheen of sweat that now covered his body. Her hands strayed to his butt and she gave a short squeeze before moving those hands into the front. She slowly unbuckled his belt and pulled it through the belt loops, tossing it on the floor as he had done with her garments. Then she knelt and removed each shoe, her naked back towards him and her breasts brushing her knees. She came up and hooked her fingers into the waist of his pants and unbuttoned them. As the button came open she ever so slowly unzipped his pants revealing a pair of dark blue boxer briefs. She let the pants drop and gave a tug at his briefs beginning to slide them over his hips. Once she got to the point where they wouldn't go any further without additional help she slipped her hands inside his underwear and grasped his engorged penis. Moving it out of the way she pushed the briefs down and they too slid to the floor. She released him so he could step out of his clothes. An Innocent Day Both stood there for a minute until Veronica stepped forward and grasped his hard, hot cock in her hand. She slowly moved it down the length of the shaft and back up luxuriating in the silky softness of that sensitive skin. Todd groaned and planted his feet firmly on the carpet. Veronica kept stroking his penis lightly, twisting her hand as she came to the head and back down again. "Todd, move to the bed. You're too tall for me." Todd silently obeyed and sat down on the bed. Veronica bent down to kiss him and he slipped her panties off and let them drop to the ground. She kicked them to the side and knelt on the floor. "I need you. God I want you so bad." She murmured. With her in between his knees she grabbed a hold of him and lowered her mouth onto his cock. He placed his hands behind him and groaned as she moved up and down, taking him almost halfway while her hands continued to stroke him. Such warm and smooth wetness was engulfing him, threatening to overcome him. "Veronica...oh my god." He cried. Veronica licked and sucked as he moved his hips in time with her rhythm. She did some kind of thing with her tongue that made his head spin and he was panting, breathing hard before long. "Come up here, my god, come up here." He growled. Veronica stopped and wiped a hand across her glistening lips. She climbed on the bed with him and he flipped her over onto her back. He crushed himself to her, taking her mouth in his and kissing her deeply, tongues probing and flicking. He twined his hands into her hair, lifting her head to kiss her even deeper. Todd kissed her neck, her pert nipples, her stomach. He ran a hand over her dark mound, cupping it and then spreading her lips. He lowered his head for a taste, licking up and down from her vagina to her clit. She made noises, little cries each time he hit her button. He started sucking on her clit and slipped a finger into her hot, soaking wet pussy pushing it in and out, feeling her warmth and softness. He nuzzled and licked, sucked and probed until she was writhing on the bed in ecstasy. Her cries were coming faster and faster until he stopped. She pulled up her legs and shuddered. "Oh god, oh god." Veronica repeated. "What are you doing to me?" Todd replied, "Pleasing you. I want you to feel good. Let me make you feel good." Veronica opened her eyes and pulled him to her, crushing her lips to his. She tasted herself on him and reached down to draw him into her. She guided him to her, rubbing his cock up and down in her wetness before angling it in the right spot. Todd entered her slowly, savoring each inch as he went in. She was so tight and so warm he felt like he was on fire. He eased all the way in and Veronica gave a shuddering sigh. "Mmmm, that feels so good." She purred. Todd's strokes were slow at first, Veronica's legs spread wide and wrapped around his waist taking him in as far as she could. Her hips moved in time with his, trying to pull him deeper each time. His strokes were deep and penetrating, her muscles drawing him in. They moved together making sweet slow love, delighting in each other's bodies. Veronica's hands ran the length of his back, lightly scratching her nails against his skin, rubbing her palms down his sides. Todd increased his pace, his thrusts becoming shallower and quicker. He lifted Veronica's legs and placed them so they hung over his arms allowing him more control in his thrusts. They were both crying out, calling each other's names as Todd pounded into her. He started to slow down again plunging deeper and deeper into her. Veronica's breath started coming in short gasps and she cried out, "Oh my god, I'm going to come. Ohhhh, Todd." He kept a steady pace, never slowing as she came in his arms crying out for him and shuddering in release. She was still in her orgasm as Todd came too, filling her up with his hot fluids, pumping deep into her, grunting and finally crying out as he spent himself. After a few more strokes he stopped and laid on top of Veronica, both panting, covered in sweat and smelling like great sex. He pulled out of her and flopped next to her on the bed with one arm thrown over her stomach, snuggled into the crook of her arm. Veronica laid there and wet her lips, her eyes still closed. "You," she said softly, "are amazing." Todd murmured, "Sweetness. It's what you are inside and out." And then they slept, wrapped in each other's arms on top of the sticky and tangled sheets. An Innocent Dinner I was staying in a hotel not far from you, whilst visiting. We had agreed to meet for dinner and afterwards parted with a kiss on the cheek as friends. Tired after a long day all i could think about was a nice long soak in the bath tub and an early night. It was around 10pm. Relaxing in the bath with the soft sounds of music in the background I closed my eyes and recollected the evening I had spent with you. jealous that you were returning to your home and your wife. Drifting into a light sleep in the bath tub I heard the lock of the door open, not knowing who it could be and concerned for my safety, I quietly lay not knowing what I should do next. A small typical hotel bath towel lies within reach and the bathrobe in draped over the rail well beyond my reach. I get out of the tub just as I see your shadow. Relaxed knowing it was you but wondering how you got access to my room. You hear the sounds of the water and call out to me quietly and questioningly, wondering what I am doing and indeed if I would be concerned at your intrusion. You enter the bathroom just as I take the somewhat pathetic towel to shield myself from you, I feel a little excited that you have caught me unawares and i am fully conscious that you can see the remainder of my wet naked body through the mirror which runs along the bathroom wall. Reaching out for the robe, you open it for me to slip into, I turn and drop the towel very aware that you can see every part of me. For the first time, you can see me naked. As I push back I can feel your manhood, bulging in your pants and am aroused that we are both playing the same game. You being the gentleman and me being the shy lady, yet both teasing each other with our actions. My robe is a little open and I turn to you reach up on my tip toes and kiss your lips to say thank you. You feel the erectness of my nipples against your shirt. My finger nail tracing the outline of your face as I smile to you. I am very aware that you are looking down to me beyond my face to catch a glimpse of what you can see through the open robe. You begin to apologize, very conscious that we are both standing in an embarrassing situation, as I silence your lips with my finger and replace it with a kiss. As you walk backwards out of the bath room, and stop at the wall, not able to go any further. My tongue tracing your lips, pushing into your mouth, soft yet forceful, as my hands loosen your tie and unbutton your shirt. Droplets of cold water dropping on your bare chest from my hair. Your shirt lies where it drops on the floor, as you stand still against the wall. Aware that any sign of scratches or marks on your body may raise suspicion, I softly drag my nails up your torso, and squeezing, circling flicking your nipple, my mouth finds the other. Sucking biting, licking it encouraging it to grow hard, as hard as the bulge in your trousers, waiting for me. You reach up to take my breasts, but I want to pleasure you, I want to bring you the realms of delight. Unfastening your trousers and releasing your manhood. I lower you to the floor, removing all other clothing you wear, and massage your feet. Sucking your toes, nibbling, licking, as you sit, your back against the wall. You can do nothing but watch me, and stroke yourself. My mouth finding its way to your manhood. My pert tongue circling your corona, flicking it. Tracing your shaft to the base and back again, rubbing my teeth against it as I go. Your precum seeps out, as I lick the head of your cock and I take it on my tongue, moving to your mouth to share it with you. I want you to taste it too. Returning to your hard swollen cock, encasing it with my mouth. Sucking hard my tongue feeling it as I suck, probing you. I hear you moan in pleasure, and smile to myself as I know you are happy with what I am doing. My cunt is so very wet, and I cannot wait any longer, I want to feel you inside me. Asking you to sit on your hands, I stand before you my bathrobe still on. You watch as my hand moves down over my stomach to my pussy where you see droplets of my juices glistening in the dim lights of the table lamps. My hand exploring me taking my juices and showing them to you, as I lower myself down. Facing you, I suck one finger tasting my juices and arousing myself much more, and probing your mouth with the other finger, so you can suck the juices too, tasting the excitement you have created in me. Your cock is barely touching my wet swollen lips and as if to enforce your thoughts you make it jump so it runs up my lips. Lowering myself, there is no need to guide you, as the head of your thick hard throbbing cock enters me just enough so we can both feel it and remember the first time. My muscles tightening around it as if to reaffirm the memory. I want you to feel so much pleasure I will not plunge deep but bob, in, out, in, out. Teasing you, yet enjoying it myself too. Feeling that climb to orgasm begin and knowing it wont be long. Because I know what I like and I know what I want. I want to cum, then I want us to cum together. But first I want have fun. You moan at the feeling you have, saying 'Fuck me, I want you to fuck me' with the throbbing you experience and the tightness I cause, every time I tighten my muscles around you. But I notice the enjoyment you are experiencing and I stop. Just momentarily so you are aware of my disapproval. Looking at you and wanting to see the expression you have when I plunge deep and cry out as you touch the top and create an overwhelming flood of orgasm over me. giggling, moaning, crying out as I arch myself back and feel the juices of my pleasure shower you inside me. The eagerness of my orgasm makes me plunge again, harder, you feel my cunt around your cock, my breasts moving in motion as i ride you. You cannot thrust, as you hands are still beneath you. Your breathing hastens and you moan, I want to cum again but I know I must hold off. Slowing down but maintaining the deep plunges. You pull you r hands away and grasp my breasts bucking back, heading for what seems to be the deepest orgasm you have had. You squeeze my breasts hard and gasp as we both reach the point of no return. Grasping your hair hard and moaning as we cum together. The water in the bath is still warm and we head for it, the time fun fun has just begun... An Innocent Father I have a problem, I know lots of other women my age do, and it's a sexual thing. I don't get enough of it, my husband is a great lover, and when we have sex, make love, or fuck, call it what you will, I always want it again, and like a lot of men, he isn't always up for it. I don't hold it against him per se, but I wish he was more active, more in tune with my sex drive. I knew this already of course, I didn't find out after we were married, we have talked about it often, so we do share our issues with each other. I even mentioned a doctor, but then realised quickly that there is nothing wrong with him, he is just a bit behind my desire for sex on a grand scale. We got married a year ago, our first anniversary was last week, and now all of a sudden I'm getting all the sex I need. Why, you ask, how, I hear you say? Well, it's because I am now getting all the sex I want, as I am now getting fucked by another man. And he lives all by himself two houses from ours, and he has carte blanche to visit me, or I visit him when ever I want. Let me tell you about me before I tell you about him, and also why I have no guilt feelings, and feel no shame either. I am Christine, Christine Alicia Harton. My husband is Graham Harton, and we live in a normal suburban road, in a normal, but fairly large three bed roomed semi detached house with a nice garden. I love tending to it, as well as being tended to by the two men in my life, and I could not be happier now. Graham has a good job, if there is, or was a downside to his work, it is or was, he has to travel one or sometimes two to three nights a week to construction sites he works on. He is a self employed CAD operator, and one of the best it seems, he is in big demand to produce drawings faster than he can. And in fact, he has employed two new ones to help him, so his little business is on the up at the moment. So life is quite good, plenty of money, and now in my case, plenty of sex. Now to me, I am 20 years old, Graham and I have been sexually active for quite sometime. My parents would have been horrified if they had known what we were getting up to, sometimes even in the room next to the one they would be watching television in. I adore sex; it's the main reason for getting up in the morning as far as I'm concerned. I have been pursued all my life by men and boys, I know how good I look, and can look even better than that when I make the effort. I love the attention of other men, and the sour looks from some other women. I like to flirt, Graham understands me, and trusts me enough to let me. But funnily enough, I have never cheated on Graham from the day we met, and I believe he knows that. But now I am breaking his trust in me, but I don't, and will not feel any remorse, unless of course he finds out, and we have no intention of him ever doing that. What he doesn't know won't hurt him, is one of my maxims. I am 5ft 1" tall, have beautiful long auburn hair, its parted down the centre, its heavy yet light, fine yet thick, glossy, and it tumbles in small waves down to the middle of my back. My eyes are wide and big, hazel in colour, and high arching eyebrows, a tiny little nose, my lips ar equal to each other, the bottom one is straight, my top one sweeps over it, and I have a very natural pout. I have a sensual body, lots of erogenous zones, so have no trouble getting it off! I am trim; weigh in a bit less than 100lbs. My boobs aren't big, but a decent handful, very sensitive, nicely upturned nipples. My waist is obviously slim, I am only 20 of course, nice rounded hips, a firm ass, and lovely tapered legs, that even in high heels, Graham say's I can knock em dead, and do! I have considered buying a vibrator many times, but honestly, I do prefer the real thing, not some battery driven object. I just couldn't see me getting on with one of them. So when he came along, and we accidently ended up in the same bed, it was very timely. I was feeling extra randy, simply because Graham had had quite a lot of drink on the night in question. And try as I might, I couldn't get him going, he got a hard on alright, but his head was on upside down because of the booze. We had had a party in our house with friends and some neighbours on the night of our anniversary. It was great, my friend and I did the catering, and Graham took care of logistics, ie, drink and invites, and being mine host etc! It was a blast and at around two in the morning they all left but 'him!' I had said to him, "instead of going home, stay here, I know it's only a couple of doors down, but hey ho!" He had been of immense help after we moved in, helping with the dec9oarating, gardening, you name it, he was involved. He is great to be around, especially for an older man, he is funny, charming and if you want to put a finer point on it, suave and debonair, but that's only my opinion. There was nothing at all on my mind, there was no ulterior motive, no plan, no subterfuge, nothing, zip, nada. He made his way upstairs, I cajoled Graham into a little hanky panky on the sofa, but as I say, it failed in the end. "Come on," I said, "let's go to bed!" I was a little annoyed and not a little horny too, in fact I was a lot horny! I needed to fuck, and he, bless him, let me down that night. I got him upstairs, he was staggering, and I knew that as soon as his head hit the pillow, he would be more or less unconscious. I drink very little maybe two glasses of wine on a good night, that's all. We arrived at our bedroom door and it was shut, I wondered why, then I noticed the back bedroom door was wide open. I looked in, empty! I looked in our room, and there he was in our bed in the dark. I was angry at first, but thought it wasn't worth the hassle of waking him, and making him move. So I hauled hubby into the other spare and tucked him in. I went back down to clear away things that would be hard to do in the morning. An hour later, yawning my head off, I went to bed. But in my tiredness I went into my own bedroom, not thinking in the dark of what I was doing. I stripped off, just dropping my things on the floor. I saw the shape of my husband and got in with him. He was lovely and warm so I snuggled right in, immediately reached round him and grabbed his cock, I gently tugged on it for a while, and to my delight it began to get hard. He grunted in his sleep, I think, and slowly turned onto his back. His prick was now at full attention, so I said to myself. "Go on Chrissie; make him have it while you can!" I went under and started to give him a blow job, but I know when to stop too. I wanted that cock where it would do me the most good, in my hot shaven pussy. I should have known something was different, because he smelled different, but I took no notice. I climbed on him, and sank down on to his lovely rock hard cock. It even felt different, but I still took no notice, I wanted to fuck, and I wanted to be fucked. So my hands on his shoulders in the darkness, I rose and fell on him gorgeously. "Ooooh Chrissie," he mumbled, I leaned forward and kissed him quickly on the lips, then I set off banging him. He was awake now, that was for sure. It was fantastic, he stayed with me, I had half expected him to cum and go right back to sleep. But he didn't, eventually, he rolled us over and now he was on top, and I was in my favourite position, under him, cock deep, and getting totally rodded, I loved it. I had my arms and legs around him, 'where have you been Graham?' I thought. He was fucking me totally different, unusually hard, and for an unusually long time too, but I wasn't complaining either, this was marvellous. I began to feel heated, hot, and so turned on, his prick had the measure of me this night, it was glorious to be getting shafted in this way, fantastic. Orgasms tumbled from me, my pussy was alive, my nipples must have been burning holes in his chest by now. "Are you alright darling? I gasped, breathlessly. "Never better Chrissie," he told me. He sounded so different. I reached out and switched on the dim side light, in a second or two my eyes adjusted, and to say I was shocked and stunned, must be the understatement of the century. I was looking up at Graham's 45 year old divorced dad. He continued to hammer me with devastating thrusts, thrusts that I had no way of combating, not that I wanted to though, he just hammered into me non stop. But my arousal was greater than the surprise, I yanked on my legs, digging my heels into his ass, which were equal to the loin slapping, hip joining thrusts, and then I was blowing off another climax. I bit his shoulder to stop the scream that accompanies my best heart stopping, gut wrenching orgasm, at least when I have the best of the best. And this, for reasons of its own, was the best I had ever had, ever, bar none! David (Graham's dad) started giving out little grunts, it must be his way of cumming, then he crushed me to him, his weight completely down on me. And one last heaving hip breaking bang and he came. I felt it flooding me, he filled me, his cum was so lovely, hot and heavy. I could feel the thick creaminess of it squeezing its way up and into my womb. I felt my body sucking it up, drawing it in, making use of it. I wasn't on the pill, (this was an afterthought) so it would do what damage it would, in the way of fertilising me. We lay there, both gasping for breath; he had a stricken look on his face when he came to see what had taken place. I tried to placate him as best I could. "It's alright David," I whispered, "it's not your fault, its not even mine really, you are in my bed, and in my tiredness I mistook you for Graham, I'm really sorry." But then I realised I wasn't sorry, I was ecstatic; I had just had the best cum of my life, why should I be sorry? "You are my daughter Chrissie, my son's wife, this shouldn't have happened," he told me. "I know that silly," I replied quietly, "but it has, and don't you dare tell me you didn't enjoy it?" "I loved every second of it, I honestly did, but still?" He muttered. I was in a sort of attack mode," so," I said, "if this happened again, you would say no to me, are you telling me that, because if you are, I won't believe you." I still had him in my arms and legs, in my grip; he wasn't going any where unless I said so! "Chrissie, it mustn't happen again, should it?" he said. "No, I suppose not," I mumbled. I let my grip loose, and reluctantly he got off me, his now limp cock slipping out. "I had better go to my own bed," I told him, and got up. "Chrissie, that was fabulous," he said, "mistake or no mistake, I'll never forget it, you are so beautiful, and so wonderfully sexy." I smiled at that, it made me feel better, but he was right as well, it shouldn't have happened. In the morning neither Graham nor I got up until midday, he was a wreck, so I got started on the mess. I took both him and his dad a cup of tea up. We had to face each other, get things right sort of thing. When I walked in my bedroom he wasn't there, he had got up early and gone. "Fucking coward!" I thought. I was I suppose unreasonably annoyed he had just gone, I expected him all day to call round and he didn't. Now I was getting mad, I felt like going round to his and giving him a peace of my mind, but I held it back, 'he'll have to face me sooner or later,' I knew. The following day it was Sunday, Graham and his dad always went for a pint or two on the lunch time, and I would cook us dinner. I wondered if he would come around or make an excuse. I started dinner for three, as usual. Then the phone went, it was my husband saying David was sending his apologies but couldn't make it. I put the phone down and blew a gasket, I was furious, we had made a mistake, an honest one, and now he was behaving like a baby! I would have it out with him tomorrow morning, as soon as Graham had gone to work! During the evening, I got horny again, Graham was still feeling the effects from Friday, so while he did perform, he was no where near his best and I ended up not quite getting there! So we went to bed, with me still randy. I was already planning what I was going to say to his dad. We had always got on so well, this must not be allowed to spoil things, I said in my head. After I saw Graham off, I found myself in my bedroom wondering what to wear before I went to my fathers house. I put on a deep red button down dress, billowy at the knees, fitted waist, and ample room for my one handful tits. It was short sleeved, and a collared neck, it set my hair off brilliantly. I put on some eye shadow, a little lipstick, not a lot, did my hair which went exactly how I like it to go. I put on my matching deep red high heels. I must have been all of 5ft 5!" I set off but went home again, the dress didn't feel right while I was wearing a bra, so I took it off. Then I went round, not realising how horny I still was, I was in a bad mood because he had ignored me and no body, no one, ignores Christine Alexia Harton, absolutely no one, especially my father. I let myself in, I have my own key, as he has one to ours. He was sat at the kitchen table reading his morning paper, and mug of tea in his hand. "Oh, er, hi Chrissie, good morning, er, can I get you some tea?" he asked tentatively. "No thank you David, I want to know why you are ignoring me, is it because we accidently made love, when we know we shouldn't have, hmmm." My annoyance showing, but I didn't know my anger would get me going either! "Something like that Chrissie, yes," He said "Don't be so childish David, it was an accident, it wasn't intended, no matter how good it was." And I, making that statement triggered my hormones to full power "Can you tell me honestly David, you didn't enjoy it?" I asked, knowing the answer. "No Chrissie, it was fantastic, it's the best thing to happen to me in years, and I will cherish it forever," he mumbled, not looking at me. My randy body took control of me, it was remembering Friday night, the full satisfaction it had of being brought to full and glowing climaxes, it was playing over in my mind like a spool of film, urging me. I never knew what I did next, I was just there. I took the mug out of his hand, put it down, and stepped over him. I was now facing him sat in his lap. I rested my forearms on his shoulders; my own arousal was becoming uncontrollable for me, and said. "So tell me David," I whispered, using my sexiest, seductive voice, lowering my head so I had to look up into his eyes, "you would resist the temptation, if you were to be tempted that is?" My hair helped me in my attack, when I had lifted my arms up, it all came up with me, and shrouded his face, it was nestling against his cheeks. I know how soft and sexy my hair can be, my husband loves it brushing across him, so I knew the effect it should have on his dad. I had my face almost up to his, my lips quivering near to his, my breath washing over his face, my hot body burning him up. I felt movement under my ass. "Go on David, say no to me, go on, I dare you to!" I moved my arms, and undid the top four buttons on my dress, and pulled it open. He had no option but to look down at me, the invite, the mystery, it was all there in the dimness of my cleavage, before his now hungry eyes. I tucked a finger under his chin and lifted his face. I could see the desire there in his eyes. "Tell me no David, go on tell me no!" I teased. "Chrissie," he croaked, the lump under my ass was big, and I could feel the hardness. "Do you want to kiss me David, do you? Would you like me to kiss you, hmmm, I will if you want me to?" "Chrissie," was all he said, so I kissed him deeply. "You can't say no to me can you David, Daddy?" I changed the terms, as I asked, after I broke our first real kiss. "No Chrissie I can't say no, and you know it, you sexy little devil" he breathed smiling tightly too, "but I think we should go some where else now, like upstairs?" "Make sure all the doors are locked and I'll be waiting for you, Daddy," I added, with my best eye fluttering smile. I went straight up to his bedroom, I was nearly cumming already such was my arousal now. I nearly ripped my dress right off, my thong went over my shoulder some where, and I was in bed waiting for him. He came in, but still had some uncertainty on his face. So I did the only thing a girl can do. I lifted the covers slowly, to let him see the treasures awaiting him; it was all that was needed. He tossed his clothes off, I saw his lovely prick waving at me, as if saying, 'here I come Chrissie, and its all for you!' and he was on me in a heartbeat. David never wasted one second, his prick thudded home as his body made contact with mine, and he was off. I could hardly get my breath, he thrashed me, and he told me later that all he had been thinking about the whole weekend was me. I got the best fucking I had had for long time. He was all over me; there was just no stopping him. He leaned down and kissed me passionately, "Graham can never know about this Chrissie," he muttered, as he banged his way in and out of me. I managed after taking in deep breast to say, "Yes I know David, we must be careful," then I had to go with the flow, his cock was ravaging me beautifully. I had cum after cum, he just kept going until he mumbled behind clenched teeth. "I'm cumming Chrissie, I'm cumming!" And boy did he, I felt the strength of it hitting me right at the top of my molten pussy. The heat from it spread though me slowly as if it was a creeping paralysis going through my hot wanton body. He sort of fell on me, I lay there so happily under him, in the knowledge that I had been made to cum the way I need to cum. Graham was and is a great lover, but his dad obviously had the maturity that goes with his age of how to fuck a woman. I flexed my pussy muscles for him, nipping his cock. He smiled at me, and said. "Ooooh I do love that Chrissie, just love it, keep going honey." I did, and the look on his face as I insistently but lightly crushed his cock, was something to behold. My father was now my secret lover, no one would ever know. We had accidently had illicit sex on the night of my party, but this wasn't accidental, this was meant! I had now, in essence, seduced my husband's dad, simply because I had got annoyed with him. I had worked myself up into a sexual bitch in heat. I had even gone back home and removed my bra before the confrontation, what was that all about? Had I intentionally come here with the sole determination to be fucked again by him? I had certainly put it on a plate; I had undone my dress, solely to entice him. I had teased him, forced his surrender if you like. I had sat in his lap facing him, legs astride his. I had practically made him give in to me. 'Oh what a brazen hussy you are Chrissie Harton,' I thought deliciously. I had also behaved in the most provocative seductive way I ever could have. I looked up and mothered him, I kissed his face, held him in my arms, I snuggled right up and into him. I just wanted to be close, near to him, feel his skin on mine, his heat transferring to me. While I was nipping his cock for him. I lifted my left leg so it was tucked into his waist and rolled us on to our sides; there we were face to face. "Hi daddy," I said, as I breathed into his mouth, "now what have you got to say for your self, hmmm?" "I don't think I have an answer, or anything to say young lady, you are a wanton hussy, I am so glad to say!" and he smiled smugly. I thought hard about that, and then said. "I am for you daddy, I am your wanton hussy, no one else's and I never will be." "What about Graham?" he said. "I'm his wife, and as far as I'm concerned I always will be." I said flatly. "So you are just going to be my wanton little hussy then?" An Innocent Father "You can take that to the bank daddy!" I told him, then made a grab for his cock. We had a play fight then, he won, he was too strong for me, but I told him, "You might be stronger than me daddy, but when I have you all tied up. You won't win then, I can assure you!" I said huskily. "Ooooh into a bit of bondage are you, Mmmm, I think I might like that," he giggled. "You supply the ropes; I'll supply the knots, okay?" I laughed, and then we shared a moment of real passion, kissing, cuddling, feeling each other, caressing and hugging. "Chrissie, we have to get serious for a minute," he said, "Graham cannot know about this, I would rather never be near you again than to let that happen. I won't let it happen, no matter how much I would want you, now or in the future." "Yes David I know, so how about this, we never go outside our homes, we meet either here, or at mine, never anywhere else, it will be all about good sex." I told him. "And the love will stay where it is, in the background. I will, and I know this sounds contradictory, always love him. We have found each other through pure chance, not some mutual attraction. It just happened, I didn't go looking for it, or you, but I have to admit. I am sure glad it has." "You ought to be in politics that was like a script but I have to agree." He said, "that's the way it has to be, but I'm not into condoms, so if you are planning a baby, then?" "Then," I considered, " if I get pregnant, then either you or Graham will be the babies daddy, because I'm not stopping having you fuck me anytime you want, I'm not!" I pouted. He laughed, "Well," he said, "Why don't get on with it and make that baby?" I was on my back as the room whizzed around me and full of cock immediately. This time it went on forever, he just kept up a steady pace, like a marathon runner, on and on he went. We rolled all over his bed, him on top, me on top, on our sides. It was fuck fuck fuck, a pure unadulterated fuckathon! It was the best sex ever, ever, ever. I came on him, under him, around him, everywhere. Then David emptied his balls into me full stop. I had been filled with so much cum this weekend, I had to get preggers! I was looking forward to Graham getting a bit older and turning into his dad! We spent the rest of the day all around each other, then I went home, or limped home. I had a long hot bath, made myself look good for my husband coming home, and recovered enough to greet him the way I like to greet him, with more love than he knows I carry. He was in a good mood, he had been told a big contract was on its way, and life would get better. "It couldn't get any better darling," I told him, and meant it. But for different reasons than his. "Does this mean we might attempt at making a baby tonight?" I asked him slyly. "Why don't we have a go right now and then again later tonight," he chortled. "You're on mister!" I said with glee. And Graham screwed me right there on the kitchen table, now I knew life was getting better. Being constantly screwed by the two most important men in my world, made life better! We never had dinner, we went straight to bed, slept and played for a while, then we made love again, it was fantastic. And now, I thought, an added bonus, I won't have to try and pressure him into more sex than he can deliver, his dad would take up the reins. The following morning my pussy was like a peace of liver, red raw, but I was sublimely happy about it. I had had more cum pumped into me in the last three or four days than you can shake a stick at. And I felt wonderful, satisfied, quenched, and fulfilled. I really was, and felt like a WOMAN should feel! I never saw my father that day, I know Tuesdays are a busy day for him, and I, for once needed to rest, draw breath, take a back seat for once in my young life. And of course to let my body recover from the enormous, wonderful, fabulous battering it had received over the last four days, although Sunday had been a day off, sort of. That night I slept like a baby, I curled up and drifted away, knowing full well that my new daddy, my husband's father would be seeing to me again. The knowledge was so gratifying; it was like a blessing from above. All the love I would ever need was going to come from my husband, and his dad, my father, same genes, same outlook, same everything. Graham and I had a morning love in about 6am, and then he got up to get ready for work. I lay there as happy as I knew I could ever be, he had made me cum, I had made him cum. What in life was there better, apart from this? Yes I know, children, a full and satisfying future. Well that was secure now, I hoped. I guess I must sound a bit mercenary, well maybe I am, selfish too no doubt, but don't forget, I am over sexed, I need more than my loving husband can cater for, and I had accidently, and so very fortunately ended up in the arms of his very loving dad. And let me tell you, neither man is going to get away. I need them, and I for sure as hell know that they need me! The thrill that I knew one and/or both of them would or could be the father of my babies filled me with such great happiness. My fervent wish is that I will have four children, two boys and two girls and they father one of each, oh joy! That night again, my husband made frantic love to me, what was going on. Had he sensed a change in me, had he seen something in my eyes, my behaviour? I didn't care. The following morning I didn't go to his dad's; I waited for him to come to me. I knew the lure of things to come would force him to me, it did! But I was all ready for him, hair done, face on, and sexy under wear that would take any mans breath away, and guarantee a hard on for me. And over it all, a sheer and very flimsy see through short gown. I saw him coming down the side of the house, so I bent over, legs straight and slightly apart, and then stuck my head under the sink. I knew, without being bigheaded, that I must have looked a picture, a sight to behold, an instant turn on for any virile man. I also briefly wondered at this woman I now was, or was becoming. But that thought disappeared when I heard a quiet 'Oh God Chrissie.' He was behind me in a flash, I heard the zip going down, felt my thong being pulled to one side and I was suddenly being fucked under my sink. I had to put my hands on the shelf to prevent him from driving me right under it. The position I was in led me immediately to a gloriously lightening quick orgasm. I was more or less folded in half, and he rodded me with such enthusiasm, he came himself. I felt that initial thickening, and extra hardening of his prick, and that sublime feeling of cum gushing into me once more. My body gave in, but I couldn't fall down, there was no room, his legs kept me in place, so he just rode me until he went completely slack and dropped out. I sank o my knees, I felt dizzy from the power of my cum. That had to go down as the quickest quickie I have ever had! David sank to his behind me, and gathered me up. He carried me to the back door and locked it, then we were on our way up the stairs. My ploy to get him had worked better than I could have ever dreamed of. I didn't know it just then but I was going to get ass fucked for the first time in my life a little later. Graham and I had tried it but never succeeded for some reason. That reason was, he should have made me have it instead of trying to be nice and gentle. David told me ass fucking is like removing a plaster from a cut or a graze, 'you gotta rip it off!' he said. In bed we talked in between loving, and having tons of fun, having sex and making love to an older man, was a life changing event for me. I had always looked on older people as fuddy duddy's. David certainly was none of those things. He was an expert lover, knew exactly how to treat me, an give me what I want in a more sedate manner than my husband does. I've said before, Graham is a great lover, but his dad has shown me a new dimension to it. I realised I was looking at the ultimate love of two completely different, yet exactly the same men. Men who looked very much alike, men who talked alike, men who had the same mannerisms, but as different as chalk and cheese, it was uncanny, and I was growing to love it more and more. We swore undying secrecy; no one would ever get a hint of our illicit love affair. My father was another man, someone else. I had known him all this time, and yet didn't know him all. He is beautiful, sexy, considerate and loving, and it's all for me, and only me! I went down on him then, my first blow job for him, his cock was fabulous, smooth and silky, the head was like a small velvet ball hammer in my mouth. I took as long as I had to; he had just done me downstairs so I knew a quick recovery from him wasn't going to happen. I just savoured him, learned him, the little twitches went into my memory when I did something that made him jump a little, like nipping with my teeth, an extra hard suck, a twiddle with my tongue. They all got filed away for future reference. Then he pulled me off him, "time to fuck your ass Chrissie," was all he said, I was taken aback. I was captured in seconds, on my back, held down and no freedom. He had the heel of his hand on my excited pussy, and the middle finger right past the second knuckle before I knew what was happening. The intrusion was a feeling of fullness, but it didn't feel too bad to be honest, but thinking what might be happening soon scared me a bit. "Please David don't, I'm not ready for this, not yet, please daddy?" I bleated, I tried the daddy name to try and make him not do me there, HAH! Fat chance. "There's never a good time Chrissie, but this is the right time, so let it go, relax and let it happen." He worked his finger in and out; it made me hump upwards with every in push. Then he wiggled it about, it had me trying scoot across the bed, but he kept his grip and I had to endure it. He was also rubbing my clit with the heel of his hand, and between his finger and that I was getting hot! Then the finger was out, his heel off, and he was off me and coming back from the bathroom, with my baby oil in his hand before I had got my breath under control. "On your knees Chrissie," he told me, it wasn't a request, it was an order he expected me to obey, reluctantly I did. I knew now that no matter what I said, no matter what I did, I was about to get my ass fucked by my father. What should have been my husband's, was going to be claimed by his dad, end of! I made one last futile attempt by begging him. "Please David, don't daddy please, I love you daddy, please?" "I have to sweetheart, you know I do," he said, "now give over blathering about it, get your beautiful head down and that equally beautiful little ass up in the air, and do it now!" The discussion was over. I got into position and waited, he rubbed the oil all over and under me, poking his finger in, 'to get some free action,' he sniggered. Then a moment passed, he was covering his prick in it. I felt him move behind me, I didn't dare look, I felt a little push, then I felt a plop in me, and he was in. I cried out, but it wasn't pain, it was the sudden filling of me that made me do it. David was in and it wasn't hurting me! But when he shoved in deeper the feeling of being spread far and wide enveloped me. It frightened me more than hurt, I struggled a bit, but he had me where I couldn't do anything but wriggle under him. I didn't know what he was doing to me, but he did. His hand squeezed under my hip and then my clit caught fire, he was rubbing it! I moaned into the bed clothes, this was turning out to be a wondrous thing. David started humping into me in a regular way, I went with it, and then I came. I had no idea it was about to hit me like that, or obliterate me in that way. It was the most unusual hard hitting cum I had ever had, totally different to any I had ever had before. I didn't know where I was, I saw stars before my eyes, it was then he gave me a good fucking, he went at me like a jack rabbit, we were both bouncing on the bed. I can honestly say it was a feeling to end all feelings, so different to having a good cock in my pussy, incomparable it was, no better, just so odd. And on top of everything, I was loving it, my bowels expanding and relaxing with every thrust sent me over the edge many times, ably abetted by his expert finger on my clit, and also in my silky pussy. My father kept up his lovely onslaught, and then he gripped me tighter, "Mmmm Chrissie," he whispered in my ear, "I'm going to cum babes," and he filled me with what felt like the hottest steamiest cum ever, if I had had a pin in my hand I'm sure, if I had jabbed it into my ass, it would have popped. After an eternity he pulled out, my ass was so lonely now, it wanted his cock back in it. And I knew from now on this act would be added to my repertoire, including my husband, he was going to be in on the command performances too. My daddy rolled away from me, and another thought crossed my mind, one I had been expecting. "I love you daddy," I told him, he looked at me and knew I was telling the truth. But a cloud crossed over his eyes. "You can't do Chrissie, you are Grahams wife, nothing can or will be allowed to change that, I won't hear of it! "Oh daddy, don't be silly, Graham will be my number one until the day I die, but that won't stop me from loving you until the day I die either, understand, comprende?" "I'm still not happy about this Chrissie, but I know I will never stop wanting you every time I see you," he said caringly. "I know David, and I will always want you too, we have a three way thing here, but Graham will never know." And we got closer and closer, until we were both intertwined with one another. We forged an unbreakable bond that is still strong to this day. Graham has never found out either, in the last ten years we have both sold up. And we have bought a 7 bed roomed house together which we all share with his dad. I have four children, they are Samantha Davina, she ten, and is the spitting image of her daddy, or should I say granddaddy? Then there is Jack Graham, and he looks exactly like his daddy, Graham, he's nearly nine. Then comes Laura Alexia, she too is so alike her daddy, or granddaddy, she's almost eight. Then there is the apple of all our eyes, our little favourite. Graham David Peter and he is like looking at a photo of his daddy, Graham. He is six. Nobody knows who is whose father, as far as we are concerned they are all Graham's. And David is a devoted and loving granddad, but I know who belongs to whom. My dream has come true, four children, two of each and two loving daddy's. I made both of my children's father's have the snip, David's was done privately. The only thing I have ever found sad is that I have never been able to tell Graham. An Innocent Gem This is my first story I have ever submitted, so if you would like to leave any comment I would love to know!!! Again first time!! Hope you enjoy, for I have enjoyed it yet so far!!! This is all fiction, nothing is true!! And all over 18! ~~~~****~~~~****~~~~****~~~~****~~~~****~~~~****~~ ~ Ahhh....I remember the day, the day my life changed. When my freedom was taken, like the breath of air hissing away from your body. I remember when I was little with all my siblings, and my mother yelling across the meadow from the little cottage, "Hurry up my little ones, it is dinner time!" We would all come running, scurrying to get to the best pickings first, eight of us, all fighting, but all fed equally. ~ From the sounds of things my life sounded simple, easy, nothing to ever worry about. Yet, my story would be boring and pointless to tell. My mother was until the day she died, a servant to the lord of the Na' Tuva. Na' Tuva meant, Fierce and Loved, they were fierce yes, but not loved. Our lord, Frederick Na' Tuva was the perfect example of your scariest nightmare, just the look of him would make the bravest man feel his bodily fluids run down his leg. My story did not start until I was at the age of eighteen, the age of marrying, yet my mother would not let me for my father had died, and it is not allowed for the mother to arrange a dowry nor a match. My mother had went to the Lord, asking for help with this, seeing my father was a trusted man for him until sickness took him away two years before, a sickness that changed my life forever more. ~~~~****~~~~****~~~~****~~~~****~~~~****~~~~****~~ ~ Let me explain something before I get ahead of myself. The sickness I talked of, was the reason why my life changed, I went from child to women in mere moments. My father was the reason we kept together, never starving, and without him I with my mother went to work in the Lord's home, cleaning after him and his family. The Lord trusted father more then he trusted his own family, for father never lied and treated everyone fairly. Yet, when I became seventeen that was the first time I saw how a man and a woman became one. It was something I will never forget. I had just gotten yelled at again, for not scrubbing the floor right, or for dusting, or washing windows correctly, and the matron lady told me to go outside with the grounds keepers and work out there, to keep my mind out of her air. ~ I walked toward the small bushes, near the thick woods, where no one but me dares to go near, I never truly understood why until then. The woods were told to us at a young age, that they were haunted, and to stay out. War ghost hauntings or ladies who lost their loves, or my favorite the lady who killed her husbands! The stories never stopped me though, but were good at keeping others out. My nature though had tendencies to never be to kind to me. I had, at the time, was on the outskirt, when I heard a man and a women in the woods. I had to go tell them to get out that it was terrible to be there, actually any reason to make sure that I was going to be alone to do what I want. But, what I saw instead, I never would forget that is for sure. For what I saw was no danger, but two people acting so oddly so different from anything I have ever seen before!!! ~ I saw the male take his pole in hand and waved it in front of the lady's mouth, telling her to put it in and suck it. My eyes were glued, watching her rosy lips moved around his pole, as her head bobbed up and down, his hands grasping her hair tightly, breathing getting harder and higher. I felt light headed, unsure of what I was seeing or even feeling! His hand never left her hair, even when it looked like he peed down her face. I could hear his laughter at the girl, saying "Oh, you silly girl, look at what you made me do!!" And, her crying, my heart and my body were in turmoil, of wanted to stop him and wanting to know what happen next! It didn't take long for him to do something; he picked the girl up and threw her onto the ground taking out his knife and ripping her clothing away telling her to touch herself like the little dirty thing she really was. Her hands moved across her body, like she was washing a floor and from what the man did, I guess not what he wanted. He took her hands and tied them above her head, and moved his hands across her body making her mouth open wide and these funny sounds coming forth from her. I did not recognize any sounds until I heard a scream, he pinched her chest, no her nipple thing in between her legs (I did not know what that was until much later on). Tears ran down her face making him laugh louder telling her how much she loved it, then his mouth start to kisses and lick her face down to her nipples, where he started to lick and kiss there making her do the funny noises again. I could feel my body starting to act different, my face hot and my body unsure, and it felt like I peed down my legs but I was sure I did not, it stumped me what was going on. But, I could not stop watching as he did things to her, it made me want to know more. Yet, he just stopped with a wicked grin on his face, pulling up his pants and tying them up. The girl looked furious screaming, "DO NOT EVEN THINK ABOUT LEAVING ME LIKE THIS!" the anger radiating off of her face could tell anyone that she did not get what she wanted. The man just shrugged and walked off, leaving her there with tears going down her eyes. ~ I ran back over to the small bushes, trying to keep my body and emotion under control, until I saw her walk towards me, "You, young lady did anyone pass by here?" I shook my head at her, telling her no, she look relieve until she looked down my body and smiled. A small dark wet spot was on my skirt, happen to be rushed that morning and forgot to put any panties on. "Oh, so you were the one watching me with him?" All I could do was nod at her, my face becoming hotter with each passing second, not sure what to do next. "Girl, what is your name?" "My name is Gemma, Gemma Meadows, servant to the Lord of Na'Tuva." She smiled at me and told me to turn around. "Gemma, have you ever been told it was not good to spy on people? Hmmmm...I guess not, for that you must be punished," feeling her breath down my neck "and seeing how dark your skirt is, my guess is that you have had this feeling before. My head shook no, my legs feeling even heavier than before. Her hands attacked me, one over my mouth and the other around my waist, "Make a sound and I shall make you regret it, and I am only going to help you, my sweet innocent." She pushed me against a tree, moving her finger to her lips signaling to me to keep silent. She moved her hands and untied my dress from the back, leaving me naked. It felt good though, in a very new way to me, for I was never naked outside before. The sunset, the summer breeze blowing against my skin made me feel relaxed, but my body was acting in a way that still made no sense to me. Yet, my face got hotter from her looking at me naked, only my mother has seen me this naked before. ~ My eyes were glued to her hands, watching them run up and down my legs pushing them apart, spreading for her to see my lady part. She looked up at me taking my hands motioning me to the ground, tying my hands above my head, just like she was earlier. Except, this time it was me tied up not her, and what was even more different, I was blindfolded. The feeling of not seeing or touching, brought sensitivity out where it never was before, when she finally touched me, my body jolted off the soft grass beneath me. The thought of I peed earlier increased more, which she told me I was wet from seeing something that excited my innocence so. "Oh, my poor litter Gemma, actually I shall call you Gem for short. Someone got all excited, and does not know what to do. Well it is good I found you, to show you what to feel, for you will have to figure it out for this is your punishment. For looking upon me, you may not see, but only feel!" With that, fingertips ran up and down my body, making me laugh harder, for that I would pee for sure, until she grabbed each nipple twisting hard. Stars filled my eyes, making me scream out into the wide forest, making tears fall from my eyes, as she twisted harder. She then kissed my mouth as she abused me poor nipples, pinching and twisting them, it made no sense I loved and hated it! Kisses went down my body, her tongue licked and her sucking all over started to make me go crazy, not sure what was happening but the pain and the feeling of excitement coursed through me like fire. When she touched my lady parts she asked if I knew what they were called, and again I shook my head no. "This is your pussy, or cunt. The two flap are your folds," pinching around to prove her point of what they were called," and this dear Gem is your clit, which brings most pleasure. Remember this for I shall only tell you once!" ~ With that she got real silent, yet her nails were digging into my boobs. Then teeth bit hard into my clit, which I thought was another nipple, making my scream loudly, but a hand flew over my mouth muffling my screams. Soon her tongue ran up and down of my whole down there, making me feel so much better. I started to do the funny noises she made, which is called moaning. It most have kept up for a long time for I felt like I was going to explode, my body kept rocking against her mouth, needing more, feeling her tongue and now her fingers inside of me, pumping and licking against my clit and pussy, and my chest being abused by her nails. Pleasure coursed through me, threating to spill but unsure how to. "Oh, my sweet Gem cum for me cum!!" My head shook no for I still did not know what to do, but with her words I felt like a waterfall, liquids gushed out from me, my voice louder than ever before. Senses were out of whack, all I could barely here was her screaming just like mine before, and my leg wet from where she rubbed against me. Minutes passed by, but felt like hours, yet she removed my bindings and walked off, but whispered she would find me again. ~ Each day since that day I have masturbated to that memory, and each day I have wondered would she or that man would ever come again. That was a year ago, and I was supposed to be married off to a man the Lord picked out for me. The problem is, I don't want to be tied down and bred to death! No! I want to explore and be me for once, not a servant to clean for the rest of my life. I know there is more out there, I need to live again!!! By chance though, my marriage ceremony would not come to pass, for when I walked to the lake across from my mother's home, stars filled my mind as something hard hit my head. Three days have passed though from my supposed to be marriage, I was kidnapped, stripped of all clothing, and blindfolded. Now, my adventure begins it seems, but figures I know nothing of what is to happen!! An "Innocent" Girl Gone Wild Hello! This is my first submission, and I'd really love some honest feedback! thanks! -------- When people look at Beth, they see an ordinary girl. She is average height, a little plump, and just a genuinely nice person. It's nice to be liked and seen in a positive light, but inside Beth is quite different. She craves physical contact of all kinds, daydreams about it basically non-stop, and wishes there was a way to let her inner animal out. Beth works in an office, five days a week, doing a job she is overqualified for. This leaves lots of extra time with her dirty thoughts throughout the day.. She is in a relationship that's mostly great, but not exactly sexually satisfying. She wants sex much more than it's given and it has made her secret desires even stronger. One day, she gets a message from a guy from her past. The first person she really loved, and the first person she had an uncontrollable, insatiable desire to fuck. So boredom at work and memories resurfacing of her old flame combined to make for a very sexually frustrated girl. Beth started remembering the intense attraction she felt for Jason all those years ago. They met online and developed a really close friendship until they finally met in person a few months later. Beth had never felt such a strong desire for physical contact in her life. There was just something about Jason that she couldn't stop wanting. Every time she saw him, she felt that familiar warm feeling between her legs. Even though she knew it was wrong, she ached for him in ways she never had ached for anyone before. She longed to have his hands all over her, kissing her forcefully, making her pussy ache and tingle. One day, she decided to send him a message to tell him how much she longed for him to ravage her.... "Dear Jason, I'm sitting here at work and I can't get you off my mind. You know more about my sexual desires than anyone ever has and now I want you to know even more. I'm at my desk, my pussy is so wet and aching to be touched. I'm thinking back on old times when every time we saw each other, we ended up making out or more. I remember how much I craved your cock in my mouth. I didn't care it meant I was a slut, I wanted to suck your cock so badly it hurt. I wanted to taste your cum in my mouth for hours after. There were several times this was the case, but even now, I find myself craving it. You are the only male I have ever craved in that way. Even when I was with someone else, seeing or talking to you would send me into this wild state of needing to fuck you. We only had sex once, but we spent a lot of time having cyber sex and talking dirty to each other on the phone. If you were here, I would rip your pants down and take your hard, delicious cock into my mouth and savor every minute of it. I would start slowly licking up and down your thick, hard, shaft and massaging your balls with my hands. I want you to fuck my face until you explode into my mouth. Oh god, my pussy is tingling just thinking about it and all I want to do is reach into my pants and finger my pussy while I think about sucking your cock. I want you to lay down so I can climb on top of you and slide my wet, throbbing pussy down around your cock and take it deep inside me. I have desires I have never told anyone but you, including being fucked by two guys at one time...I have never been fucked in the ass but I've wondered about how it would feel to have a dick in both of my holes, an maybe even sucking on one at the same time. I will never stop wanting your cock, no matter how much time goes by or who we are each with in our lives. I hope this doesn't offend you or make you uncomfortable, but I had to tell you how I feel... Perhaps I will touch myself tonight and think about how good it would feel to have your cock deep inside me... Wet and aching for you, Beth" Once Beth was done writing this smut to Jason, she slipped away to the bathroom (she knew it was usually empty at this hour of the day) she stood against the wall and reached her hand down into her pants and started rubbing her swollen clit very forcefully, imagining being Jason's slut and sucking his cock whenever he demanded she do so. Suddenly, she felt herself beginning to cum, and felt her warm juices running down her legs as she squirted in pure ecstasy. "This might have to become a regular thing," she thinks as she licks her pussy juice off of her fingers one at a time... An Innocent Hypnotic Fantasy Jason found himself surfing the web for female hypnotists. He had seen it in the movies when a female vampire would charm her pray, a villainess would trance the hero, or a deadly femme fatale would lull her victim into trance with her feminine wiles and every time he found the thought of the woman winning the struggle a huge turn on. Unfortunately for Jason in the movies the hero always seemed to come out on top and spoil it for him. So here he was searching for some way to indulge in his fantasy for a brief time. There were many websites to choose from once you knew where to look. The majority of the websites seemed to concentrate on financial domination through hypnosis, which he shied away from. He had heard no one could be forced to do anything they did not want to but he was looking for something different than some woman trying to trance him and then command him to open up his wallet to her. Finally he found a page where a woman advertised sensual hypnosis. He looked through her site and found some pictures of her. Nothing lewd, merely photos of her sitting in a chair wearing a skirt with her legs crossed in a lady-like fashion. She had auburn hair that hung down past her shoulders. Her face was handsome showing her age to likely be in her mid-forties and the gaze from her blue eyes was one of confidence, which made her appear very sexy to Jason. Her bright red lipstick matched her red nail polish and she was dressed in a blue skirt suit over a white blouse that showed a barely noticeable sign of cleavage that his eyes were drawn to by the shiny gold pendant, which rested just above. She had many different Mp3 audio files for sale, which addressed many different fetishes. She offered phone and even in person sessions to her good clients. He read through her FAQ section and was delighted to find that she provided a free recording so that prospective clients could experience her technique. He grew excited as he downloaded the file. While he waited he read the suggestions for experiencing a good trance and prepared to be relaxed and resting back in the chair at his computer desk whiling listening to the file through headphones. She also provided a spiral on her website to aid in falling into trance. He clicked on the section and brought up the black and white spiral image. It seemed to have several different spirals, which overlapped and thought the constant flickering in them might be subliminal messaging but he could not quite make out the words. When the file was downloaded he laid his head back, headphones comfortably in place, eyes on the spiral and pressed play. The voice on the recording was deep and velvety," Please get comfortable and prepare to experience a deep and relaxing trance. By continuing to listen you are agreeing to fall deeply into trance letting your subconscious absorb the suggestions I make." As her voice spoke to him he watched the spiral and thought he heard whispers on the recording but as with the flickering words in the spiral he could not quite make them out. He followed the instructions and felt more relaxed and began to wonder if he was falling into trance. His thoughts drifted to some of the movie scenes of woman hypnotizing men and he found his cock begin to stiffen in his pants. Her voice droned on and his thoughts drifted more and more. Jason was enjoying the relaxation he was experiencing and found he wished he could just sleep. It was then he heard fingers snapping and a strong wave of tingles ran through his body. He felt the warmth coursing through him and just enjoyed the relaxation more and more. Time seemed to lose meaning as he drifted. "And four becoming aware of your surroundings, now five eyes opening coming fully awake. I hope you have enjoyed this relaxing trance. Remember that all things are possible through hypnosis. Until next time remember to enjoy sleeping deeply." The recording ended and Jason felt his body tingling all over. He smiled to himself quite satisfied with the experience and also noticing his cock was still hard decided to go and satisfy himself in the bathroom before heading off to sleep. Jason found himself listening to the recording almost daily for the next couple of weeks and his feeling of satisfaction at listening to it grew and each time he went to masturbate after listening he found himself wishing he could orgasm while in trance instead of after. This desire led him back to the website and he looked through the Mp3 files and found one titled "Hypnotic Orgasm". He read the brief description and found that the soul purpose was the recording was to bring about climax while in trance. "How perfect" he thought to himself. I was if it was made specifically to meet his desire. The price was $50, which gave him pause. Jason was not one to spend his money frivolously but his desire won out over his miserly tendencies and he clicked on the "Buy now" button. It took him a few minutes to enter his name, address, phone number, email and credit card information before the purchase was approved. Once complete he logged into his email account and found a new message with his download instructions. It took a couple of minutes for the files to download and Jason felt the excitement as he waited eagerly for the process to be completed. The anticipation of what was in store for him was a very intense feeling. He almost felt feverish at the prospect of cumming while in trance. The file download was complete. Jason got into his favorite position in his chair with headphone in place, and in his overly stimulated state pressed play. "Thank you for purchasing "Hypnotic Orgasm", " the familiar velvety voice greeted him and immediately he felt his body start to bleed out tension. "The purpose of this recording is to help you achieve orgasm while in a state of trance. In order for this to occur you must agree to obey my commands for only by doing as I instruct you may you achieve an orgasm while in trance." Jason listened to her pleasant voice and began to think about how it seemed to just make it so much easier for him to relax, "Your mind will try resist my commands but the more they resist the easier it will be for you to listen and obey. Your mind resists and as it resists you find yourself giving in more and more to my voice. You need to let everything go in order for you to achieve the orgasm you so deeply crave," Jason felt his cock growing harder by the minute. The sensations of it rubbing against his underwear straining to break free coupled with the relaxing waves of pleasure that passed through his body as the woman's voice spoke made his desire to cum, " so much stronger. Your are so very relaxed but in order to fully release the pressure you feel building in your groin you need to relax even deeper. Relax and go deeper now, " a loud snap of her fingers and Jason felt the waves of pleasure washing over him intensify. "You are going so deep. You want to cum so badly but you need to fully surrender to me, " the thought of surrendering scared Jason. To give up control was a terrifying prospect but he felt the need to cum growing stronger, " and soon your need to cum will overpower your will and you will give in completely. Feel the helplessness washing over you now, " another loud snap of her fingers and Jason felt as if his body was electrified. "Soon it will be all too easy for you to just let go and give over complete control to me. Your will is slowly fading away. The need to cum has taken over everything. My voice is taking control of your subconscious as your conscious mind only thinks of your desire for release. So weak now, so helpless to resist my control," Jason felt the pressure building," that moment just before release where your balls contract as they surrender your cum has arrived," Jason's legs tightened and the world seemed to fall away, " now just give in to your desires and give up your will to your new Mistress." Jason cried out in his trance state as wave after wave of pleasure seemed to blind his thoughts. He could think of nothing but the pleasure. His cries turned to whimpers as the last tremors washed over him. "Now go deeper for me my pet," her fingers snapped again and Jason found himself awake in the chair in front of his computer with his underwear and pants covered in his own semen. As he shook himself back to alertness he almost could not wait to listen to the recording again. For a moment he worried that he could not remember parts of the recording no matter how hard he tried. It seemed the moment he tried to concentrate on something other than his unbelievable orgasm the memory slipped out of his grasp. Maybe his price for the ultimate orgasm was too high? Was this whole hypnosis fantasy something that should better be left to just fantasy? For the next couple of days Jason decided not to listen to the new recording again. He began to worry about why he wanted to listen to it so badly. Was it just because it felt so good? Had this woman made some suggestion to him that made him want to listen to it again? He just got an uneasy feeling about it and every time he went on his computer found himself fighting more and more not to listen to it again. It had been three days and Jason was reading through his email when he saw his inbox light up with a new email. It was from the website where he had purchased the Mp3. Reluctantly he opened it up and found it was a brief message about giving feedback with a hyperlink at the bottom. Without really thinking about it Jason clicked on the link. The recording did produce as advertised so a little positive feedback would not hurt. The page popped up with an area to type in feedback with a "send" button just below it. Underneath there was a similar spiral to the one Jason had used with the free recording and he glanced at it briefly before beginning to type. He put in a few sentences how well done the recording was and that it really lived up to its title and clicked send. The page changed and a large spiral appeared with "feedback received" flashing in the middle of it. After staring for a couple of seconds Jason closed out the window and went back to his other email. As he read his mind drifted back to the orgasm recording and as much as part of him dreaded it he thought it might not hurt just to hear her voice for a couple of seconds. He found himself getting horny at the thought of hearing her voice. His had masturbated a couple of times of the last couple of days but it had been nothing like it had while he was in trance. He decided it would be okay to just listen for a minute without headphones. He would not even lean back and get comfortable. He brought up his media player and found the recording and pressed play. Her voice started again and Jason listened as her words just sent relaxing shivers through his body. He thought it was pretty unbelievable that someone's voice could sound so soothing and be so stimulating at the same time. He thought about her pictures on the website and remembered that confident, sexy look she had. Her legs incased in dark panty hose looked amazing. Her bright red lipstick and her shiny red nails unbelievably appealing. Sexual fantasies lingered just at the back of his thoughts about her. Not your normal fantasies. Fantasies about masturbating on the floor in front of her as she gazed down at him from her chair, waiting for her to tell him to cum, "now just give in to your desires and give up your will to your new Mistress," Jason felt his cock erupt as he cried out over and over. Cries that lost their normal deepness at times. "Now go deeper for me my pet, "then her fingers snapped again. Jason woke with a start and saw the recording had played all the way through and the cum that drenched his crotch was all the proof he needed that the orgasm he just had was not just his imagination. An Innocent Party Game? It was my birthday and we had gone out for a meal with three other couples to a local Chinese. The meal was great and the wine flowed. One couple had to leave at 11 o'clock to rescue their babysitter, but the rest of us headed back to our house for a nightcap by taxi. "You might as well stay over," Jackie, my wife, said "rather than get another taxi." "Great," replied Sue. "We had no intention of going home any way, " stated Paul, "where is the booze" I sorted a round of drinks whilst Jackie put on some music. "Lets play a game," suggested Andy, Sue's boyfriend. "What about Trivial pursuits?" Paul suggested, "I haven't played that for ages." So with in a few minutes a game of Trivial Pursuits was started. After only 20 minutes I had to get another set of drinks. "This is not much fun" said Andy "How about forfeits?" suggested Grace. Although everyone was well oiled I was amazed at the suggestion. Only in my wildest fantasies had such an idea occurred and I was positive that my prudish wife, who will only used the missionary position, wears the biggest knickers you have ever seen and will not even change with me in the room, would never agree. "Why not?" said Sue. " Sounds like fun," said Paul and Andy together and both jumping at the chance. "I am game," I said. Still not expecting my wife to agree. "Well… er… depends what they are," Jackie said, "and only if I can say no at any point" "Fine," Sue said, "Andy and I normally play, that if you get a cheese question wrong you loose an item of clothing and if you get it right the other person looses one item of clothing, but we have never done it with anybody else." "Sounds good," responded Paul " But lets make it that if you win you choose who takes an item off" "Er…OK… but MY KNICKERS STAY ON!" Jackie stated. The game then restarted. Jackie went first but did not have to answer a cheese question. The first of those fell to Sue and she got it wrong. She was wearing a dress so stood up and turned away from us. She slipped it off her shoulders and then let it fall to the floor before stepping gracefully out of it. She then slowly turned round looking incredibly sexy in a lacy white wonder bra, and matching high cut knickers that gave away just a hint of the outline of her pubes. Both Paul and I lost our shirts and then it was Jackie's go. She got her question correct and asked Paul to remove his trousers. He stood up, undid them and pulled them down to reveal his tight briefs and with an impressive bulge. "If a sexy bit is revealed it has to be kissed by the winner or all members of the opposite sex if revealed by a looser!" Sue demanded eyeing up Paul's bulging pants. "But my knickers are still staying on!" Jackie repeated. Grace had to remove her dress on the next round, to reveal her sexy black underwear, and Andy lost his shirt and trousers in successive goes. Paul then got his cheese question correct, much to his relief as otherwise he would have been starkers. " Jackie take that dress of please," he instructed. She so far had removed nothing and I still expected her to back out, but she tentatively stood up and asked Paul to undo her zip and then she slowly slipped her dress off. She was wearing her usual passion killer knickers and bra, but fortunately had slipped her tights of earlier up stairs, as she was too hot. I could hardly believe that she had not backed out and wondered how far she might now go, having gone this far already. I knew her too well to raise my hopes too high or at least I thought I did… Next I got my cheese question correct. "Sue, take the bra off please," I said. "Sorry, but the rules say that you must remove it," She provocatively stated. "And then kiss them," Grace added. I felt a was in a dream as I stood up and moved over to remove her bra and to kiss the first pair of boobs, other than my wife's, for over 21 years. My cock felt at bursting point as I reached behind Sue and undid her bra with trembling hands. A cheer came up from Paul and Andy as her the bra fell away from her magnificent breasts. "Kiss them then" she instructed. "Two minutes each I recon," Paul suggested. I didn't need any further encouragement and lowered my head to slip her left, semi erect nipple into my mouth. She immediately sighed in appreciation. I do not know who was enjoying it more her or me. I felt the nipple harden rapidly as I twirled my tongue around it. I then gently nibbled it and was rewarded with a groan of appreciation. "Two minutes," Grace said. So I swapped to the other nipple, not without noticing how erect her left one now was. My time was up in what seemed like seconds and I had to return to my place. I felt myself wondering how far this amazing game would go. Andy was next with a cheese question and got his right. My heart stopped would it be Jackie or Grace that had to remove their bra and let Andy kiss their nipples? I held my breath for what seemed like ages. " Err… Grace please remove your bra" Andy final said after what seemed like ages but was probably only seconds. " That is your job" Sue reminded him. He stood up and walked behind Grace. He then gradually put his arms round her and undid the front fastening bra. Her breasts were not as big as Sues but firmer and her nipples were already erect. Andy the moved round in front of her and began to kiss her nipples. She began to moan and slipped one hand between her legs. I dragged my eyes away and looked at Jackie. She was watching closely. To my amazement she checked no one was looking her way and then slipped her hand between her legs. She immediately started to rub her pussy through her large white cotton knickers that were beginning to show distinct signs of dampness. I had never seen her do this and I could not believe my luck. Perhaps we might yet get her knickers off! All too soon the time was up. Grace got her next question right and I lost my trousers. "Wow! That looks impressive" Grace said to my amazement. " Yeah, looks like Jackie is a luck girl," Sue added. If only I got to use it more than once every 3 to 4 months I thought. Sue got her cheese question correct and my cock twitched in expectation, but she then crawled over to Paul on her hands and knees. " Stand up!" She instructed. He stood up and she then slowly lowered his briefs to reveal his throbbing manhood. I heard Jackie make in involuntary gasp from beside me. It was not as long as mine but much thicker. I also realised that this was only the second erect cock my wife ever had seen, as we were both virgins when we met and to my knowledge have always been faithful. Sue the licked up the underside of his cock making it twitch then slowly slipped her lips round his knob and sank her mouth around it. She then began to pump her mouth up and down whilst fondling his balls with her left hand. Her right hand was frantically rubbing her own cunt through her now almost transparent knickers. Paul rapidly began to sweat. Would he last 4 minutes with out filling Sue's mouth? I dragged my eyes away and looked at Jackie. Her hand this time was rubbing away franticly at her cunt lips through her now sodden knickers and her mouth was partially open with little whimpers coming out. Her eyes never left Paul's cock and Sue's mouth. I had never seen her so excited for many years if ever. Perhaps she might even have her first orgasm tonight. She always stopped her self in the past. I told myself off for raising my hopes, as we still had not got her bra off yet let alone her knickers. I suddenly realised Paul's time was up and some how he had managed not to come. " Time" I said. Paul looked relieved. I was not sure if it was because he was too embarrassed to come or he wanted to save it for better things to come, (Excuse the pun). Jackie got a cheese question next. I crossed my fingers. "Who is the author of 'Lord of the Rings'?" Grace asked. " Err…err… J.K. Rowling," Jackie guessed. "Wrong," said Sue " off with the bra." Jackie hesitated and I thought oh well it was good whilst it lasted. But she then shrugged her shoulders and reached behind her and undid the clip and slid it off her shoulders to reveal her c cups and very erect large nipples. "As a looser you have to let all the men kiss them." Sue told her. Paul and Andy shot across the room and before she could think about it they each had a nipple in their mouths. She leant back and was obviously enjoying the attention. I was in a state of shock. My prudish wife, whom wouldn't even change in front of me, now had two of my best friends kissing her nipples and she was obviously enjoying it! As Sue indicated that time was up Jackie was moaning quite loudly and beginning to squirm. The lads moved away and I went to restart the game. " Your turn," Jackie said to me. I took my opportunity quickly, before she changed her mind, and began to lick and kiss her tits. I then deliberately slipped my hand between her legs. She just parted them for me and I began to rub her pussy through the sodden material. I had never known her so wet. "Time up," Grace said all to quickly. Jackie gave me a kiss as I moved away. I wondered whether she might now remove her knickers if it came to it, I hardly dared hope. Grace then got her question correct and proceeded to remove Andy's jockeys and suck his circumcised cock. I again watched Jackie. Her hand again wandered but this time after double-checking no one was looking she slipped it under her gusset and began to finger her cunt directly. Either Grace was better at blowjobs or Andy's determination was not as strong, but suddenly he grunted, Grace slipped his cock out of her mouth and he start to come. The first blast hit her still open mouth, the next couple her chin and she directed the rest over her tits. Jackie gasped. She had only ever given me a quick lick or suck and that was in our early courtship days. She certainly never let me spurt into her mouth or even over her tits. Grace on the other hand seemed to love it and slipped Andy's semi hard prick back into her mouth and licked it clean. She then scrapped as much come of her face as she could with her fingers and licked them clean before massaging the last drops into her breasts. " I do love spunk," she said. " Too right," Paul said, "I rarely get to shoot up her fanny as she always wants to swallow it!" " I have never tasted it," said Jackie. I expected her to add 'and don't want too' but to my surprise she never did. There was a short break whilst Grace popped upstairs to clean her face, Jackie recharged a few glasses and I changed the music. I also took the chance and turned on my video camera. I positioned it carefully so it covered most of the room but yet nobody was likely to see it. " What happens if Paul or Andy loose again?" Jackie asked. " Lets all write down two forfeits and put them in a bowl and they have to what ever is on the forfeit they pick out" Sue suggested. Within a few moments we had all scribbled down a couple of forfeits and stuck them in a plastic bowl. "Its your go Sue" I said. She didn't get a cheese question but Paul did and he got it right. Which of the girls would it be? I hoped he wouldn't choose Jackie as I thought she would chicken out at being first girl to remove her knickers. Paul was obviously on my wavelength as he looked at me and I shook my head. He then moved over to Sue. " Stand up" He suggested. She stood up and he then slowly slid her lacy pants down. Slowly her carefully trimmed pussy came into view and then her engorged and wet cunt lips. As her knickers hit the floor she stepped careful out of them and stood naked in front of us with her legs slightly apart. This time Paul did not wait for instructions. He used one hand to gently separate her lips and slipped his tongue between them. He began fuck her with his tongue. Sue was murmuring her appreciation and when he moved to nibble her clit her legs almost gave way and she had to lie down. Moments later she began to pant and shake. " GGG God I… I… I'm going to come" And then her body began shake violent and she obviously orgasmed. Paul moved back his face covered in her copious secretions. Sue just lay there and recovered, legs wide apart showing her still twitching fanny to the world. " That was amazing," she stated once she got her breath back. Andy lost his cheese question next and had to take a forfeit. "Run to the second lamppost from the house in the road dressed as you are," he read, "I can't. I might get seen." " Unlikely it is 1:00am" I replied "O.K," he reluctantly agreed and stood up. I opened the door for him and we all cheered as he streaked to the lamppost and back. Jackie then lost her cheese question. This was it would she back out now or not. " Off with them then" Grace said, "mine are already off." To my amazement, despite her earlier protestations that she was keeping hers on, she stood up and slowly lowered her knickers to reveal my first sight of her fanny for months and the first time any other man but me had seen it. In contrast to Grace's carefully trimmed pubes, as I already knew, hers were untamed. What I hadn't realised was how hairy she was. "Wow, it's a jungle!" Said Sue, a little unfairly I thought. " Which of you lads is first then. After all she is a looser so you all get a turn." Jackie sat back on the sofa and opened her legs wide and Paul slipped between her legs and began to work on her dripping snatch. She rapidly started to moan and squirm, but Paul could not make her come, hardly surprising as she had, to my knowledge, never orgasmed in her life. Andy then took Paul's place and took great care to ensure that I got a good view of him licking out my now not so prudish wife's twat. By my turn Jackie's juices were running out of her cunt and down her thighs. I savoured the sight, smell and my first taste of her fanny. I had just realised she had never let me lick her out before. The previous attention and perhaps because it was now her husband did the trick and she began to squirm more and more rapidly and then, as I slipped a couple of fingers up her whilst stimulating her clit with my tongue, she came. Not a loud earthshaking orgasm like Grace's but a gentle satisfying one, after all it was her first ever. "Time," stated Paul. I moved away and Jackie just laid there, legs akimbo and her cunt lips spread wide open, her copious secretions obvious for all to see. By now I had decided that anything was possible. She might even let the lads fuck her but that might yet prove a step to far. By now only Grace and I had anything left on. "If you get a cheese question correct you have to remove an item of clothing, if anybody has any on," Sue instructed, "and kiss what is revealed." I thought that she was just thinking about people not having to do forfeits if others still had clothes on, but I then realised that it could result in somebody having to kiss the sexy bits of a member of their own sex! God I didn't fancy having my cock sucked by a guy. Mind you I liked the idea of watch one of the girls liking out Grace. I got my cheese question wrong and lost my pants. "Wow! That is even bigger than I expected now we can see it in all its glory," Sue said "we will have to measure it. Get a tape measure Jackie whilst I take my turn sucking it." She the started to run her tongue up and down my prick. The sensation was amazing. She then twirled her tongue round my knob, slipping it just into her mouth as she did it. She even tickled the hole right at the end with the very tip of her tongue. All the time she was fondling by balls. I wasn't going to last long at this rate, but I was determined to try as I desperately want to let Grace have a suck and to see if Jackie would have a go. Fortunately just as I thought I was going to burst Jackie returned with the tape measure. "Here you are Sue," she said handing over the measure. Grace and Sue then took great care measuring my twitching prick. " 101/2 inches!" Sue finally declared, "that is the biggest I have seen in real life" "Explain?" Asked Jackie. "Well in porn movies you see some ridiculous pricks 12 inches or even more!" Sue explained. "Yeh, I've seen those they look too big and painful too enjoy," Grace added. "And they never seem to get them really hard," Sue continued unlike this rod of iron." "My turn to play with it now," Grace said. She started by fondling my balls slipping one then the other into her mouth. She then nibbled up the outside of my cock till she could slip her lips round the end. I was doing everything I could to avoid bursting. She slowly started to pump her mouth up and down on my painfully hard dick. Each time she seemed to take it a little bit deeper. I suddenly felt a finger playing with by anus. She had obviously lubricated it by playing with her own twat because it slipped easily in. to the at least the second knuckle. Her mouth fucking my prick and her finger fucking my arse was almost too much and I was about to blow. She sensed this and removed her mouth and finger and held me tightly around the base of my prick to stop me coming. Shortly the feelings calmed a bit. She then repeated the whole cycle, seemingly enjoying the control she had over me. " Your turn Jackie" She finally said. Would she do it? She had always refused up to now but tonight was new territory. Jackie to her credit came straight over and knelt in front of me. Hesitantly she slipped my cock into her mouth. Within moments she started to slide her mouth up and down whilst wanking my shaft. She had her spare hand working away between her legs. After so much stimulation I could not hold out long. " I…I…I'm…g…go…going to c... C…COME!" I warned. Jackie responded my removing her and from between her legs and using it to fondle by balls. I then came into her willing mouth. I have never come like it, in either intensity or volume. After the first two spurts Jackie had to swallow and slipped by ejaculating prick out of her mouth and directed the rest of my cream over her tits. I must of shot 7 or 8 jets of sperm. Jackie was left with some on her face and her tits were covered in it. It was slowly dripping down them. Some was actually dripping from one of her nipples. " Wow! Darling that was amazing!" I said struggling to get my breath back. "Mmm… I enjoyed it too," Jackie said as she massaged my jism into her tits and licked her lips. "We will have to do that again." The game then carried on. Jackie got another cheese question wrong. It wasn't surprising really as her mine certainly wasn't on the game. " Have your pubic hair shaved off" She read from a piece if paper. " Well Martin you always wanted to do that when were first married so it looks like now is your chance." I shot upstairs and got my shaving stuff and some nail scissors. " Lets take a before and after photo," Paul said and before Jackie could object her had grabbed his digital camera and taken a few photos of her untamed forest of pubes. I started with the scissors and soon began to tame it. I had decided to just leave a small triangle of timed hair rather than shave it all off. It took a while to removed enough to wet shave but once I had dried her the effect was amazing. Her cunt lips were totally clear and the whole area looked incredibly sexy. Paul took some more photos. "How's that?" I said. "It fells and looks great," she replied. Paul got the next cheese question wrong. " Masturbate to orgasm," he read. " Oh well, here goes…" he then lay down and took his thick prick in his hand and began to wank. Soon he was sweating and panting. I looked across at Jackie and she was finger fucking herself. "I can't let that erection go to waste," said Sue. She then straddled Paul and impaled herself on his prick. She pumped up and down rapidly, as if her life depended on it all the time rubbing her clit in a desperate attempt to come before Paul. It wasn't long till they both started to come. She screamed so loud I thought the neighbours might ring the police. Paul filled her with some much come it began to flow out of her. She flopped forward on to his chest giving us an excellent view of his shrinking prick and the come running out of her cunt onto his balls. An Innocent Party Game? " Lets finish the game," Andy said. " When does it finish?" Jackie asked. "When either somebody actually wins or we are all naked," Sue said climbing off Paul. Jackie was in fact the next person to get a cheese question. She actually got it right. "You have to take an item of clothing off somebody, if it is possible and kiss what is revealed, Jackie," reminded Sue. "But Grace is the only person with anything on!" queried Jackie, "and even she has only got her knickers on. You don't expect me to…" "We do!" Replied every one. "B…b…but." "I don't mind," said Grace "I will try anything once." "Oh… sod it! I have tried lots of new things tonight, one more won't matter," Jackie said. And moved over to Grace removed her knickers to reveal a clean-shaven snatch. She looked at me then kissed Graces swollen, glistening cunt. She then tentatively licked it. Gradually she started to lick harder until she was pushing her tongue right between Grace's vaginal lips. Next she parted the lips with her fingers and started to work in earnest. Within a few moments Grace was arching her back and approaching orgasm. Jackie took her over the top by nibbling her clit and finger fucking her twat with three fingers. As Jackie sat up her face was covered in Grace's love juices. She put her fingers to her mouth and one by one licked them clean. I moved over and gave her a passion kiss and a cuddle. I then licked the juices from her face whilst slipping my own fingers into her gapping cunt. When I looked up. All pretence of the game had gone. Sue was sitting on Paul's face whilst sucking his dick. Grace was on her hands and knees with Andy inserting his prick up her arse, less than gently. My cock was fit to burst so I moved over towards Sue. I carefully position myself and slipped my dick, slowly into her engorged fanny. I was in heaven. What a birthday! I looked over to Jackie and saw her frigging herself and smiling at me. I began to hump Sue for all I was worth. Paul somehow extricated himself from under Sue and moved over to Jackie. He kissed her then lay on the floor. Jackie stepped over him and lowered herself on to his fat prick, not taking her eyes of me for a minute. I could hold out no longer and went to pull out of Sue before I came. "Don't you dare!" She said," I want it all right up me." And with that she pushed her self right back against me and I began to shoot inside her. I looked at Jackie just in time to see Paul pull out and shooting his load on to her now neatly trimmed pubes. She then proceeded to massage it in and bring herself to a second and more intense orgasm. Andy was by now coming for a second time and true to Paul's words Grace had turned round and was swallowing his seed greedily. I then took Jackie's hand and led her up to bed. We fucked like young lovers as soon as we got there and this time she had an amazing mind blowing orgasm. Just before I shot my load she stopped me. "There is one more thing that you have always wanted to do and I have always refused," she said to me, "as tonight has had so many first lets get that one over with as well. Fuck me up the arse dear." "Do you really mean it?" I queried. "Yes, but lick it first and then lubricate it well from my fanny. And hurry before I change my mind." I set to work on her brown ring with my tongue and then slowly inserting a fanny juice lubricated finger in to open her up. She was beginning to moan and writhe about. I inserted a second finger and she started to push herself against my fingers. Soon I was finger fucking her arse. "Come on! Get your cock up my arse now!" she ordered. I removed my fingers and moved into position. First I dipped my cock into her cunt for a few strokes to lubricate things. Then I adjusted my position and slowly inserted by dick into her virgin arse. It was so tight that feeling was amazing. Jackie by now was having multiple orgasms. I did not last long before I pumped her bowels full of seed, and then collapsed on to the bed. Jackie cuddled up to me. " I can't believe tonight," she whispered to me. "Neither can I" I replied. "I have always thought sex to be dirty and some thing you did just to make babies," She continued, "but now I have realised that you and I have been missing out. I promise that we will start catching up from now on." We both then fell into a deep peaceful sleep. An Innocent Proposal Just a little disclaimer in the beginning. Everyone in this story is above the age of 18.This is based on one of my many fantasies, so I naturally had myself in mind when I wrote the main character. Everything in this story is fictional. I made it up. Now that that is out of the way... ***** I want to give a general description of the characters in the story. Vivian: This is all from her perspective. She is a thin Asian girl. I am 5'5". Black hair to my shoulders. I have 32C cups. They are pretty big for an Asian. Professor Cain: a fairly attractive guy. He has dark hair and a medium skin tone. He is fairly toned. He runs a fair amount. He is average height at about 5'6''. Judy: Very hot. Slim. Chinese. 5'7". Really tight body. Dark brown hair to her shoulders. Her boobs look to me to be about 32B. ***** I was sitting in class playing on my phone and Professor Cain hands out progress reports. He throws mine on my desk and moves to the front of class to say something. To be honest, I wasn't paying very much attention. I had a second to glance down at my progress report and my heart skipped a beat when I saw what it said. I was in danger of failing the class. I know I had never been an A student, but how could I be failing? I wait until class is over so I can go and talk to him. "Professor, I wanted to talk to you about my progress report." He just looks at me and nods, but says nothing. "Umm... I'm just wondering if there was a mistake that was made or... It's just I didn't think I was doing that poorly in the class. I know I haven't been getting straight Fs or anything." He looks at me for a minute and finally speaks. "You haven't gotten higher than a D on any of the exams and I don't remembering you ever submitting even one homework, and those count for thirty percent of your grade. I didn't think this would come as much of a surprise to you." Fuck. He was right. I forgot that homework counts for so much. "There has got to be a way to fix this. Some extra credit or a makeup assignment or something." "Vivian, you haven't been doing anything at all this term. I can't just give you extra credit without you putting in any work. It wouldn't be fair." "Please! I will do anything! I need a good grade in this class. I'll do anything." At this point I was getting desperate. I know I am fairly easy on the eyes. I move a little closer to him. I unbutton the top few buttons of my shirt and stick my chest out. I am hoping I can get away with showing him a little something in return for a grade bump. "Sorry Vivian. There isn't really much I can do at this point." I can tell he is waiting for me to keep going. He wanted me to make the first move, not him. "I am sure we can work something out. There has to be a way I can make up for behaving so poorly in your class." I take off my top and throw it behind him. "I figure if I show you my Cs, you could give me at least a B." "I'm afraid you are going to have to do a lot more than that to get anywhere close to a B in my class. First of all you need to be punished for constantly sleeping in class. A nice spanking should do the trick." I freeze up at first. "Please Professor. There has to be something I could do!" "I already told you. I guess you are happy with what you are getting." I finally gave in. I bend over his knee as he lifts my skirt up. I feel a sharp pain as he smacks my ass. I yelp. He warns me to stay quite or I'll have to be punished further, but I just can't hold it in. "OW!!" "You know what I told you. Strip naked." "No. Please. I promise I'll be quiet from now on." But it was a bit late for that. I get naked and lean back over his knee. He continues spanking my bare ass. Once he is through, I start to take my clothes. "What do you think you are doing?" he asked. "I was leaving. I got my A. I want to leave before anyone sees." "You're kidding, right? You haven't even gotten raised to a D yet. After all the work you missed you are going to need multiple tutoring sessions. I'll perhaps administer a few oral exams." "But I--" "And don't worry about anyone seeing. This room will be empty for the next hour. Now on your knees. It's time for the first of many oral exams. And actually... Turn around and put your hands behind your back." He starts to take off his tie. I do as he says and I turn around. He ties my wrists behind my back forcing me to stick out my chest. He starts pushing me to my knees. He pulls out his cock. I haven't had plenty of experience with cocks, but his was on the larger end of what I have had. He pushed my head towards his cock, and I resist at first. I eventually give in and take his cock in my mouth. I start slow at first. I only take in an inch and a half. I swirl my tongue around the tip of his cock. He lets out a soft moan and makes me go deeper. I pick up speed and I start gagging on his cock. I am taking it all at this point. Just as he was about to finish when he shoved my head all the way down so my nose was basically touching his chest, and I'm forced to swallow every drop of cum. As I leave he is sure to remind me that I am nowhere near done. Little did I know one of my classmates, Judy, had forgotten something in class. We don't exactly get along very well. I wouldn't find out until later, but she happened to see me naked with a cock in my mouth. She took a photo and hurried away.