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California

By: Slickman



Note from Slick: Things were going so great for Ryan and Sarah until a new boy from California moves into their Illinois town. Everyone in the story is at least 18 yrs. old. Enjoy and all rights reserved. 

*

Ryan and Sarah walked hand in hand from the school parking lot towards the High School. They had been boy and girl friends since 5th grade so no one looked twice as they walked by. Now as seniors, and both 18, they only had one more year before they graduated. Ryan was the smartest boy in the school and Sarah excelled in cheerleading and in English. 

"Are you stopping by my house after school?" Sarah asked as they walked down the hallway towards their homerooms. "Grandma asked where you were this last weekend." 

He laughed. "I was planning on it. After all she is my favorite girl...after you of course." 

Sarah smacked him easily on his arm and gave him a quick kiss before opening the door and walking into her home room. She smiled at all the classmates and took her seat next to her best girlfriend Matti who had save it for her. 

"God I can't believe we are in our last year," Matti whispered. She had just returned from visiting relatives so she had not talked to Sarah in over four weeks. "So how was your summer?" 

"Boring," Sarah frowned. "I hope I get the cheerleading scholarship and get into Illinois State." 

Matti leaned real close. "Are you still a virgin?" 

"MATTI!" she said loudly making others turn and look their way. She quickly turned and faced the front when Mr. McGraw walked in. She grinned remembering they called him Mr. Magoo behind his back. 

"OK, let's get started. When I call your name say that you are here." 

Sarah's last name was Zahn so she pulled out her workbooks and wrote her name inside the covers while he painfully went through twenty names. She heard a name she didn't recognize and looked up. Mr. McGraw called it again. 

The door opened and a really cute blonde haired guy walked in smiling. All the girls including Sarah sat upright. 

"David Callaway?" The small balding man asked. 

"Yes sir," he answered moving up to the small desk. "Here." He turned and looked around the room for a seat. There were three empty seats. Two were across the room from Sarah and one was in front of her. He didn't hesitate to head her way. As he walked down the aisle towards her their eyes locked and when he smiled she quickly looked away. 

"Students, Mr. Callaway recently moved to Normal from California. Since he is new here please make sure you introduce yourself to make him feel at home." 

Matti almost knocked her chair over as she leaned forward offering her hand. "Hi I'm Matti." He took hers in his and gently squeezed it. "Hi." He turned back to the front and said hi to the students on both sides of him and then in front. 

Sarah was ready for him to turn around but he never did. It was obvious he had ignored her. She looked over at Matti who smiled and shrugged her shoulders. Home room only lasted fifteen minutes so the bell rang and the students were out of their seats and out the door. Sarah and Matti watched David moving outside. 

"Don't feel bad at least you already have a boyfriend," Matti whispered. 

"I don't feel bad. He seems to be stuck on himself anyway." Sarah said moving down the right hallway towards her English class. She didn't think anything about it until her third period class which was biology. She was sitting at her bench when she heard someone ask, "Do you mind if I join you?" She turned smiling until she saw it was him. 

"Sure why not?" She said coldly. She pushed her short denim skirt down and pretended to be looking through their lab notebook. By the time the teacher talked she felt her pulse had risen and her heart was beating rapidly. He didn't say anything to her which again was causing her to be somewhat pissed. Finally as the teacher was assigning out the lab apparatus he turned to her and smiled. 

"I'll have to say that you are the prettiest and hottest girl in this school." It was something that she had not expected. 

"Uh...what?" 

He knew that she had heard him so he didn't repeat it. He looked at her name written on her lab book. "Hi Sarah...I'm David." This time his hand was only directed at her. 

She hesitated at first but managed to swing her right hand over to his. It fell into his palm where he let it rest while he gently rubbed over the tender skin on top. She wanted to pull away but couldn't. Her eyes watched as if the two hands belonged to others. She looked up his arm to his strong shoulders and finally to his handsome face and baby blue eyes. Sarah saw one of the other cheerleaders looking their way and quickly pulled her fingers back as if they were touching hot flames. 

They both focused on what the teacher was saying and both took notes about their reading assignment. He went on to say what percentage their lab projects and tests amounted to. As they neared the end of the class he leaned her way. "Do you want to get together and go over the reading?" 

"Together...like in school?" She fumbled. She had no experience with boys because she had only dated Ryan. 

"Yes or maybe I could buy you a soda after school somewhere. Are you dating anyone?" 

She knew her answer should be a definite yes but instead she said, "Kinda." 

"Kinda," he repeated. "That's good. So will you go out and get a burger or drink?" 

Sweat beads formed on her forehead and her body was on fire. "Not tonight." 

"Tomorrow night?" 

"I uh...I'll let you know...tomorrow." 

*

The next period was a free period for all the cheerleaders. They all were assigned gym and all they really had to do was practice some new cheers. Their cheerleading coach was missing so they all sat around on the bleachers. Sarah saw Matti up near the top alone and headed her way. It took a few seconds for Matti to know something was wrong. "OK tell me." 

Sarah looked down. "He...he asked me out." 

"He who?" 

"Him...California." 

"Oh my God. You told him no right?" When Sarah didn't answer Matti lifted Sarah's face. "Sarah?" 

"I uh...uh told him I'd uh...let him know tomorrow." 

"And Ryan?" 

Sarah took a deep breath and slowly blew it out. "I like Ryan... I mean he's all that I really know...I mean you know." 

"So you and Ryan didn't do it." 

Sarah shook her head. "He wanted to and we almost...but he...he climaxed when he was about to go inside." 

Matti grinned. "Paul did the same to me. But it didn't take him long to get hard again." 

"He didn't have another rubber and I wasn't going to take that chance," Sarah said. 

"That was one night. Didn't you try again?" 

"He wanted to but... but I don't know it felt so...so personal." 

"Oh it's really personal," Matti sighed. "If you don't want California then send him my way." 

"I don't want him. I'm going out with Ryan." 

Matti grinned because she knew the new boy had made a big impression. Lunch period was next so they left a little early to lay claim on the best table by the window. It was filled by cheerleaders and want-to-be cheerleaders. They all were talking about their summer when David walked in. 

"There he is," Matti whispered. "He's the one." Suddenly all the cheerleaders turned and looked his way except for Sarah who took a long sip of her milk. 

David had a cousin in the school so he waited by the door for her to arrive. After surveying the room he finally spotted Sarah with her back to him. She was sitting with a number of girls which he figured were cheerleaders. Finally his younger cousin Amber arrived and they walked inside. After getting a tray of food they sat away from the others while Amber filled him in on who everyone was. 

"Football jocks," she said pointing to the large bunch of guys in the corner. "Geeks." She moved her index finger to the other side of the room. "Cheerleaders," Amber frowned pointing to the table where Sarah and Matti sat. 

"Tell me about the blonde with the ponytail." 

Amber looked over his shoulder. "The one with the pink shirt?" 

"Yes." 

"Sarah Zahn, head cheerleader and probably the most popular girl in school. Don't get any ideas because she's been going out with Ryan Mann for ever."

David only grinned. 

*

Ryan was late for lunch because the new math teacher wanted to discuss with him setting up a math bowl team. He only had about twenty minutes when he walked into the cafeteria and looked around. He saw Sarah and headed her way. "Hey babe," he grinned and he leaned over and lightly kissed her cheek. "Sorry I'm late." 

Sarah's mind was still on David's invitation to go out. "Uh...hi...I've got to stop by the office." She quickly turned and hurried out of the room. 

"What's up with her?" Ryan asked out loud. After glancing at Matti he knew something was up. A few minutes later while he grabbed some food the cheerleaders were heading out. He grabbed Matti's arm and pulled her to a nearby table. "What's going on?" 

"Nothing," she lied. "First day of school and everyone is running around. I think Sarah is seeing if she can get into a different class." 

"Oh, I see. How was your summer?" 

"Better than yours," she chuckled. She stood up and before she left she leaned over, "Next time have an extra rubber." 

"Fuck," Ryan gasped. He didn't think that Sarah would tell anyone. 

*

David had seen the boy who moved to Sarah and kissed her cheek. As he walked into his sixth period Calculus class he saw him sitting on the opposite side of the room. He moved his way and sat down next to him. "Hi, I'm David." 

Ryan looked and saw a kid he didn't recognize. "Ryan Mann." They shook hands and Ryan didn't expect the strong grip. He tried to pull back but his hand was squeezed even harder. "Hey." 

David let go and grinned. "Sorry. Been working out over the summer."

Ryan could see some mischief in his eyes but didn't know why. "Where are you from?" 

"California. Southern." 

"That explains the tan and hair cut," Ryan chuckled. "You won't be doing much surfing around here." 

"Oh there are other types of surfing." 

"The internet," Ryan smiled. 

"Girls," David replied quickly. 

"Well good luck. Most of the good ones are taken." 

"Maybe...maybe not." 

The teacher started talking and their conversation ended. At the end of class Ryan's best friend Mark walked up to him. "Who is that?" 

"California asshole," Ryan answered. "He thinks he is God's gift to women." 

"Actually I heard a lot of girls already talking about him. I better make sure Anna is not interested." 

"In what?" 

*

Ryan put his books in his locker and checked his homework assignments. After grabbing what he needed he headed towards the gym to see if Sarah had a cheerleading meeting. When he got there the gym was empty. "Strange," he said out loud. Normally she would meet him by the gym after school if there was no practice. Since he drove her to school she should be somewhere waiting for him. As he approached the parking lot he saw her talking to someone in a flashy red Camero. Her body blocked the person's identity until he moved in front of the car. His eyes narrowed when he saw it was California. He moved closer and heard her say "See." 

"Hey what's up?" he interrupted moving up next to her. 

She turned and jumped back like she had done something wrong. "Ryan!" 

"Yeah. What's going on?" 

"Nothing," David lied. "I'm just meeting other kids. I'll see you tomorrow Sarah." 

As he drove away Sarah turned and started walking towards Ryan's beat up black Honda Civic. "Hey...what is this "I'll see you tomorrow" stuff?" 

"He's my bench partner in biology. That's all." 

"Good. Why did you say "see" when I walked up?" 

"I don't remember." 

As they drove towards her house her eyes were closed as she remembered what was said a few minutes earlier. 

David parked near the back of the lot and watched for her to walk out. When he saw her he sped up next to her. "Hi beautiful." 

Sarah had never been flirted with like this so it quickly excited her. "Oh hi David." 

"Do you need a ride home?" He padded the cool black leather passenger seat next to him." 

"I uh...have a ride." 

"Do you have one or kinda have one?" He had unbuttoned his tight fitting black polo shirt. 

"I have one," she said sticking her narrow pink tongue out at him. 

David glanced at the exposed red bra strap on her tender pink shoulder. "I see you like red. It's my favorite color too." 

She didn't know what he was referring to until she followed his eyes to her bare shoulder. "My favorite color is green." 

"Mine too now," he smiled. "What size are you?" 

Again she was lost. "Size? I'm five-five." 

He chuckled. "Size meaning your bra size." 

Again she was taken back by his frankness. "I don't believe you asked me that." 

"Thirty-two B or C?" 

"How do you know so much about bras?" 

He didn't answer. "B or C?" 

"C". 

Seconds later she heard Ryan's voice and jumped. 

*

When they drove down her street he spoke again. "I spoke to that guy. He told me that he loves to surf." 

"Duh..he's from California," she said somewhat pissed. 

"Not the kind of surf you are thinking of. He said he surfs for girls." 

"That's better than boys," she joked trying to break the mood. He pulled into the driveway and she turned to kiss him but he leaned back. 

"Don't you want to kiss me goodbye?" 

"Tell me that you aren't falling for this guy's bullshit." 

"Don't be stupid," she said turning and walking towards the house. 

When she entered the house she saw her grandmother sitting in the rocking chair knitting. "Hi grandma," she smiled while leaning over and kissing her cheek.

"Hi sweetie," she whispered back. "Isn't Ryan coming in? He owes me a poker game." 

"No...uh he had something to do." 

Ten minutes later Sarah was lying on her bed with her eyes closed. She tried to not think about David but it made her think even more. She pictured in her mind his tanned bare chest and flat abs. What made it all special was that she had never been hit on before because everyone knew she was dating Ryan. Since she had never dated anyone else she had not kissed or even messed around. Now she was imagining what his kiss would be and his touch. Her fingers rubbed softly over her full breasts and gently pulled and teased her very hard nipples. "Ohhh," she moaned. As she imagined more her right hand snaked down over her flat stomach to the top of her skirt. The button popped open and her fingertips eased down under her matching red panties. "Ohhh...David," she moaned rubbing into her very moist virgin pussy. For the next four minutes she toyed and played until she was almost there. She jumped when her phone rang. She looked at the caller ID and saw Matti's name. "Shit." 

"What's up?" Matti asked. "Someone told me that you were talking to California in the parking lot and Ryan walked up." 

"So what?" She snapped tired of feeling guilty. 

"Easy it's me," Matti said. "Remember we tell each other everything." 

"I know. Come over after dinner and we can talk." 

"See you then...bye." 

"Bye." 

*

Ryan too got the third degree questions from his mother for being home and not over at Sarah's. "Do I know you?" She joked. "I mean its day time and normally my son is not here." 

"Funny," he said not smiling. "Do you have anything to eat?" 

"There's some meatballs left over from Sunday," she answered. 

After a quick sandwich he moved to his room and called Mark. "Hey what's up?" 

"Not much," Mark answered. "Is anything wrong?" 

"No why?" 

"Well you are usually at Sarah's and I can't remember the last time you called me on a school night." 

"I guess we had a disagreement." 

"Over the new kid." 

"Uh yeah. How did you know?" 

"He's all the girls are talking about. Anna included. I couldn't take anymore and decided to come home as well. Hey do you want to come over?" 

"Sure." 

*

Sarah waited for Matti to arrive and when she did she hurried out to her car. "Let's go for a ride." 

"Anywhere in particular?" Matti grinned. 

"Yes, I found out that he is Amber's cousin and he lives in her neighborhood."

"Oooo, so that makes him rich too," Matti said batting her eyelids. 

They drove through the middle class neighborhoods and up a winding road to Dover Estates. "Amber lives down this way," Matti said making the first right turn. But as soon as she turned Sarah saw the red Camaro in the driveway. 

"Oh my God...he lives in the Congressman's old house," Matti gasped. It was probably the largest and most expensive home in Normal. 

"Go slow," Sarah whispered as she ducked down in the seat and peeked at the house. Matti circled the block twice but no one came out of the house. They were about to leave the neighborhood when Matti saw Amber walking down the street with her small white dog on a leash. As they drove by Amber smiled at them and waved. 

"Oh God did she see me?" Sarah asked. 

"Definitely." 

*

David was playing video games when his mother yelled. "David Amber is here!" He paused the game and hurried out to see her 

After his mother walked away Amber smiled. "You are not going to believe who I just saw drive by your house. Sarah and Matti." 

"Cool," David grinned. "Say do you have time to go to the mall with me? I need you to purchase something for me." 

"Sure as long as you buy me something too." 

*

Matti dropped Sarah off at her home and was surprised to see Ryan's car in the driveway. When she entered the house she heard her grandmother laughing. 

"You didn't get a full house again," Ryan laughed. 

"Yes, you silly boy. You should know better than to play poker against the master." 

"Hello," Sarah said walking into the kitchen. "So is grandma kicking butt again?" 

"Yes," Ryan said tossing his cards down. "I just lost my lunch money for tomorrow." 

"I'll take an IOU," Grandma May grinned. "Now you two get out of my hair so I can watch Rachel Ray." 

Ryan stood and moved towards her. "Can we talk?" 

"Sure," Sarah answered. "Let's go to my room." 

He followed her up the stairs and down the familiar hallway. She stood by the door to her room while he walked inside. He heard the door close and was surprised that she locked it. "Locking me in?" 

"Yes, my parents are not at home and Grandma can't climb up the stairs." She grinned as she moved into his arms. Their eyes closed as their mouth met and lips parted. 

Ryan again was surprised because she normally didn't want to mess around even with Grandma as the only chaperone. Now she was being the aggressor which was normally left up to him. Her tongue was deep down his throat when he felt her fingers fumbling at the snap on his jeans. "Wow," he gasped pulling his lips away and stepping back to give her room to open his pants and push them and his boxers down to his ankles. 

Her fingers grabbed onto his growing member and stroked until it was a hard six inches. 

He wanted to ask what was going on but didn't want break the mood. He stepped out of his pants and underwear while she pulled up his tee shirt to make him naked. It was the first time one of them had been completely naked. 

"Ummm," she whispered moving her lips to his neck and to his ear. Her fingers stopped touching his excitement because she didn't want him to cum. "Take off my clothes." 

"OK," he said pulling her blouse up over her red bra. He dropped to his knees and pulled down and off her shorts. He had seen all parts of her body but never completely naked. His trembling fingers grabbed onto her panties but he stopped for permission. 

"Take them off. Take everything off." 

Ryan's cock was rock hard now but he knew he had to keep his composure. Mark had told him to think of something unpleasant so he thought about the old woman down the street that yelled at him every time he tossed her newspaper onto her porch. It was working. He slowly pulled the panties off her nearly bald pussy lips and noticed the damp spot. He knew that it meant she was really excited. 


California



"My bra." 

Again his fingers fumbled while they tried to unleash the two metal clasps. One released quickly but the other was snagged. He heard her giggling and relaxed. Finally it released and the bra fell at her feet. They moved back to see each other completely naked for the first time. He was unsure what to do next. 

"Do you have protection?" She asked as she turned to show him her nearly perfect ass. 

"Yes," he said pulling out his wallet. 

"Good but we won't need it yet." She moved onto her back on the bed and bit her lower lips as she opened her legs and her sex. 

"You are so beautiful," he whispered moving to her feet and looking at the parts he had only read about. Although she had blonde hair the thin strip of pubic hairs over her shaved lips was dark brown. 

Sarah had read books and internet articles about oral sex. It was something that she had been shy to do but now had the urgency to do it. "Kiss me." Her two hands slid over her navel until they rested on her pussy. 

Ryan watched in amazement as she pulled her lips apart. He also knew about oral sex but was unsure about what to do. "Are you sure?" 

Her eyes closed and her lips turned into a smile. "Yes, kiss me here." Her right index finger rubbed over her swollen clitoris. She felt the bed moving and his body touching her feet and ankles. Her legs opened more and stopped when she felt his face moving up to her need. 

Ryan was laying face downward with his knees bent and his feet upward. His hands automatically slid under her soft buttocks and held them while his lips pressed into her honey pot. 

"OH GOD...OH!" Her fingers captured his head and curled into his hair. "Kiss it...lick it." 

His technique was definitely lacking but it didn't matter. She peeked down to see his eyes closed and his tongue licking up and down her pink gash. "Ohhh...yes..don't stop." 

His nose was sore from rubbing into her bush but he was not going to disappoint her again. He was a quick learner and when she moaned he made sure to do what he was doing over and over. 

Sarah had thought that she had achieved an orgasm. Many times as he touched her pussy in the past she felt hot flashes and tingling but this was something new. The tingling was starting to burn and her heart was pounding. Her mind was losing control. "Oh it feels so...Oh God...Ryan faster...faster." 

He knew something was about to happen as his lips and tongue met her demands. Her hips were flying up and down which made it hard for him to hold on. Then he thought hell had broken loose. 

"AHHHHHHH!" She screamed. "AHHHHHHHH!" 

His head moved back to prevent injury. He watched her body which was possessed. His eyes captured her right middle finger which took over where his tongue left off. He had never seen her masturbate and now was seeing it up close and very personal. 

Sarah didn't care what he saw. Her body had exploded into tiny pieces and her finger fought to keep the feeling alive. "OH I'M...OH GOD I'M CUMING AGAIN!" 

Ryan smiled and moved down next to her while she slowly stopped touching herself. When she was finished she pulled her fingers out and turned to press herself into him. "That was amazing." 

"Good," he whispered as he kissed her nose, chin and lips. 

"Now I know how you feel when...when you cum." They lay together for another minute when she reached down to find him still hard. "Do you want me to do you?" 

He froze because he wasn't sure if she was offering him a hand or a blow job. "With your hand?" 

"No," she giggled as she kissed his neck and slowly moved down to his right nipple. As she suckled on the tiny hard tip she looked into his passion filled eyes. "Tell me before you cum." 

"O...OK." 

Sarah didn't touch him with her fingers as she kissed down into his thick dark pubic mound. She teased around it and when she got down t his balls she lightly licked the sac which caused his cock to point up at a 45 degree angle. She giggled and kept her tongue in contact while it moved up onto the base of his shaft and then slowly upward. 

"I'm not going to last very long," he whispered knowing that thinking about the old lady was not going to work. His whole body and mind was totally on the tip of her tongue which moved up to the ridge of his crown. 

Sarah felt it jerk and knew he wasn't going to make it much longer. But first she wanted to feel a hard penis in her mouth. Her tongue moved back into her lips which formed a big "O" and swiftly engulfed the mushroom head. Her lips tightened as they moved down and down until it didn't move anymore. She looked up into his face as her head moved back and forth. She barely made it four times when his hand pushed back on her forehead. "NOW...NOW SARAH NOW!" 

She barely made it off in time but not before his pink cannon released the cum flood of the century. She turned her face and most of the release smashed against her cheek and into her left ear. It felt like it was over when another load arrived. 

"Sorry," Ryan whispered when she sat up on the bed next to him. 

"It's OK. Don't move until I come back with a wash cloth." 

He raised his head and watched her run naked into her bathroom. After hearing the water running for a minute or so she returned. 

"Don't get any cum on my sheet or my mother will kill me." She had cleaned off her cheek and ear and was now wiping around his spent tool. 

It was then they both heard the garage door opening. "OH SHIT..GET DRESSED!" she said grabbing her clothes. They both laughed as they pulled on their underwear and the rest of their clothes. Sarah fixed her bed while he opened the door. Second later they sat side by side reading her text books. 

"Hello," Sarah's mom said walking into the room seeing them in their normal positions. "Do you have homework already?" 

"Hi Mrs. Zahn," Ryan grinned. "We had some but we are finished. Do you still have some of that apple pie?" 

"Yes, I saved you a piece," she grinned. "I'll get it out for you with some vanilla ice cream." 

After she left Sarah pushed him back. "I think she loves you more than she does me." 

He turned and looked into her soft eyes. "No one loves you more than I do." It was the first time the word "love" was ever used between them. 

It shocked her so much that she couldn't return the feeling. "Uh..." 

*

Matti was almost asleep at midnight when her cellphone rang. She knew it was Sarah. "Can't sleep?" 

"No...Ryan and I ... we uh..." 

"Fucked?!" Matti said excited. 

"No. You are so gross. Grandma was the only one home and the door was locked and..we uh.. had oral sex." 

"You go girl!" Matti cheered. "So does this mean that California is out of the picture?" 

"That's what is so confusing. I have all these feelings for Ryan. God Matti he said he loved me tonight. And I feel the same but why do I get so excited when I think of David? I don't love him. I hardly know him." 

"Maybe you don't want to be pinned down until you have experienced something different? Both Ryan and you want to go to Illinois State. It's in the cards that you will probably get married someday. Before it goes too far maybe...just maybe you should taste some other fruit?" 

"Do you think so?" 

"And the same goes for Ryan. My sister's husband cheated on her because he said he had always wondered how it would be with another woman." 

"Are they still married?" 

"No." 

"See that's what scares me." 

"Most of the girls in our school would kill to go out with Ryan. So be careful what you do." 

"God you are no help." 

"Yeah you're right. Hell I know less about relationships than you do." 

"True." 

*

Sarah was putting books into her locker when she heard someone behind her. She turned and saw David. "Hi," he said smiling. "So what is my answer about going out tonight?" 

"No," she said firmly. "I have a boyfriend. Now go and find yourself a girlfriend." She didn't look into his sexy eyes. 

He had experienced rejection before which increased his interest even more. "OK. Uh by the way I got you a present last night." Before she could reject it he pushed it over the book in her locker and quickly walked away. 

She looked around to make sure no one had seen what had occurred. The present was in a rectangular box which was not taped. While shielding her locker contents with her body she opened the box and gasped. Inside was a very sexy green bra and thong set. She pushed the box closed and hid it beneath her book bag. 

Sarah didn't say anything to David in biology or to Matti at lunchtime. She peeked at times at David who sat only a few tables from her. Ryan came in late again but this time she made sure everyone saw her give him a big wet kiss. She thought she had David out of her mind but knew he had started it again with his gift. Except for the matching red bra and panties most of her underwear was fairly basic and not really sexy. 

After lunch Sarah was walking to another class when Amber touched her arm. 

"I just want to tell you that none of this is coming from me." 

She pretended that she didn't know what the girl was talking about by looking confused. 

"David...I know what he has been doing." 

"Oh don't worry. I'm not interested." 

Amber knew she was lying because she had seen her casing David's house. "Well anyway just remember it's not me." She didn't want to get the head cheerleader pissed as she was trying out for the squad. 

School was out a few classes later and Sarah told Ryan that she had a cheerleading meeting with the new candidates. "I'm not sure how long it will last. Go on home and Matti will give me a ride home." 

"OK, call me when you get home. Are your parents home tonight?"

"Yes," she laughed before leaning up to kiss him. 

*

David waited in the parking lot for Amber when he saw Ryan leave. He smiled and sat up looking for Sarah to come out. Forty-five minutes later he saw the young girls leaving. Amber walked up to his car and started to get in. 

"Can you get a ride with someone else?" 

"You know you are going to piss her off and fuck up my chances of making cheerleader," she sighed. 

David watched her run over to another girl's car whose mother was waiting. About ten minutes later he saw the older girls and waited until Sarah was walking to the back lot with Matti. He drove up next to Matti's car after they got in and rolled down his window. "Hi ladies." 

"Hi David," Matti said quickly. "Are you waiting for me?" 

He grinned and looked at Sarah. "Care for some ice cream?" 

Sarah wanted to say no but felt she needed to talk to him about this madness. "OK But just ice cream." She got out of Matti's car and into his. He stayed parking there until Matti left his car as the last one in the lot. 

"David you have to stop this..this trying to..to seduce me," she said not looking his way. 

"But you have seduced me." 

"ME? What have I done?" She asked looking his way. Her fingers curled together on her lap. 

"Your eyes are breathtaking and all I can think about are your lips. God, I want to kiss you so much." 

"I...I love Ryan. We've been together..." 

"I know forever. Does he make you feel like I do?" 

"Yes," she lied. Her body turned towards his and she stared into his sexy eyes. 

"Are you sure?" He whispered while moving his face closer and closer towards hers. Her body was frozen until his lips pressed ever so gently into hers. He watched her eyes closed and moved his left hand down around her waist. As he pulled her closer his lips opened and his tongue moved unthreatening between her lips. Suddenly her head jerked back and she looked at him. 

"One kiss...that's it and you have to promise me that this is over." 

He nodded and reached around her body. This time his mouth was more forceful. As it moved against hers he felt her lips open slightly. It was his green light to proceed. 

Sarah had only kissed Ryan and was inexperienced when David teased and played with her lips and tongue. She felt his hand move up her arm to her shoulder until his finger tips slowly and gently played with her sensitive earlobe. It was something new and it quickly heated up her body. 

"Ah," she moaned when he toyed with her ear. Her mouth pulled away and moved to his ear. "That's driving me crazy." 

He grinned before leaning forward and sucking on her other earlobe. He knew some girls were more turned on it than others. 

"Ohh," she moaned before pushing him back and away. "Slow down." 

"Why?" 

"You know why and I'm not planning on doing that tonight." 

He pulled her mouth back to his expecting her to stop him because he had agreed to only one kiss. But this time her hand pulled his open lips to hers. It felt so different and so exciting to kiss someone else. A few minutes later she was losing control again when her cell phone rang. "STOP!" She pushed him back and looked at her phone. It was Ryan. 

"You have to promise me that...that you won't tell anyone about this." 

"And if I promise what's in it for me?" 

She looked at the bulge in his pants. "Maybe we will do it again. Or maybe more." She surprised herself by reaching down and over until her fingers curled around his thickness. 

"OH FUCK," he moaned looking down at her petite fingers squeezing and measuring his hidden desire. 

"Deal?" She said squeezing it tighter. She wanted to take it out and inspect it but decided against it. It felt about the same size as Ryan's. 

"YES! Stop squeezing it." He sighed when she let it go. "You're not going to leave me like this are you?" 

"I'm sure you can take care of it yourself. Now I need to go home." 

David sighed and turned to face the front. As he started the car she moved back into her seat and tried to fix her hair which had gotten messed up. "Are you going to model the bra and panties for me?" 

"Maybe if you keep your promise and ask Matti out." 

"What?" he stopped the car that was rolling forward. 

"Matti. If you are going out with her then no one will suspect anything." 

"Shit you are surprising me." 

"I'm surprising myself," she whispered not loud enough for him to hear. 

"Say my parents are away in California finishing up the sale of our last house. Maybe you can model your undies for me then." 

"You're a bad boy," she giggled. 

After parking a block from her house she turned and leaned over for one last deep wet kiss. She felt his hand moving up her body and didn't stop it from cupping her left breast. After he found her hard tip she let him play with it until another car came down the street. "Stop. Remember to call Matti. Here is her phone number." She took a pen out of her purse and wrote it on his palm.

*

An hour after eating and reading her homework assignment she called Ryan. "Hi sorry I missed you after school." 

"Yeah, I just got home." 

"Are you in your bedroom?" She whispered so her parents couldn't over hear her. 

"Yes, I'm about to take a shower." 

"I wish I was there taking one with you." 

"Really?" He still couldn't believe the recent change in her. "I wish you were here too." 

"Last night was fun," she said in her sexiest voice. "I can't wait to do it again." 

"God you are exciting me." 

"Are you hard?" 

"Yes." 

"I'm wet." 

"Jesus...I'm going to come over now and sneak in your window." 

"Go take a cold shower," she laughed. "Good night." 

Five minutes later her phone rang again. She acted surprised when Matti told her about David asking her out. 

"Where are you going?" 

"He said he will be home alone and wants me to come over there. But I think it's too fast. Are you still interested in him?" 

"No," Sarah answered. "But what if you ask him to invite Ryan and I?" 

"I thought Ryan was getting jealous." 

"He is but if you are with David he will back off. Maybe we...maybe we can party all night?" 

"All night," Matti repeated. 

"I'll tell my mom that I'm sleeping over Cheryl's house and you can do the same." 

"Cheryl. But she moved away a week ago." 

"Our Mom's don't know that." 

"But David will want to...to go all the way." 

"So?" 

"Yeah...so?" Matti laughed. 

After they hung up Sarah pulled out the gift box and took out the sheer green bra and thong. After her shower she put them on and smiled. She knew she was playing with fire however she had passed the point of no return. 

*

Matti pulled into the senior parking lot the next morning and was happy to see David sitting in his car. She had put on her sexiest panties and decided not to wear a bra. Since she was somewhat flat on top no one could tell anyway. "Hi." 

"Wow," he said sitting up taking notice. The girl who mostly hid her body was wearing some nice clinging clothes. "Are you really Matti?" 

"Yes," she giggled. "The real me." She twirled around making sure he saw her ass which was her best feature. 

"I can't wait until tomorrow," he whispered reaching out and taking her hand. "My parents leave early tomorrow morning." 

"I can't either. Say what would you say about inviting Sarah and Ryan over as well?" 

"Uh...yeah that would be cool but I'm not sure how happy Ryan would be." 

"Don't worry Sarah and I will work on him." 

"Sarah knows about this?" 

"Yes, but remember we are a couple." 

"Definitely," he grinned. It had been almost a month since he had fucked his last girl friend in California and from Matti's actions knew she would go all the way. "We have pool so you can bring a bathing suit or not." 

"I like the "or not"," she giggled. She felt him pulling her hand which brought her body up against his door. As he leaned upward she leaned down until their lips met and their eyes closed. 

David decided to go slowly but it was Matti's tongue that lashed outward to pry open his lips. They frenched for a minute until they heard another car driving in. They peeked out and saw the shocked look on Ryan's face. 

"Holy Shit! Is David kissing Matti?" 

"Yes," Sarah grinned. "Matti told me that he asked her out this weekend." 

"Great! I mean that's good for Matti...you know..she hasn't really dated anyone since she broke up with Paul." 

Sarah felt a little jealous but knew that David was still hot for her. She knew it was dangerous dating her long time boyfriend while experimenting with another guy. But now that Matti was taking away Ryan's suspicions it would be a little easier. 

"Hi," David smiled as he walked up to Sarah and Ryan while holding Matti's hand. "How would you two like to come over to my house tomorrow afternoon? I can put some burgers on the grill and can sneak some booze from my parent's wet bar." 

Ryan was about to say no when Sarah quickly accepted. "That would be great. Right Ryan?" 

"I don't think your parents will let us drink booze," he said still not totally trusting the guy. 

"No parents this weekend. They will be in California starting tomorrow morning." 

"Let's go," Sarah whispered. "It will give us some time alone." 

"I don't know..."

"Please." 

"OK." 

*

Sarah and David split off to go to their homeroom. As they walked to their seats David whispered, "So what is the plan for tomorrow?" 

"What happens...happens," she grinned. After sitting down, she waited until he faced her way again before she pushed her shirt off her shoulder. 

"Nice," he said seeing the green bra strap. She definitely was getting really good at being a prick teaser. 

Homeroom was over but they stayed behind. After everyone was out of the room he pulled her over behind the doorway where no one could see them. "You made me hard already." 

She giggled and leaned up to kiss his ear. "Maybe Matti will take care of it for you." 

"You tease," he whispered while reaching behind her to cup her nice round butt. "Show me the panties." 

"Maybe later," she said as she slipped out under his arm and ran out the door. 




California



David put his books over his hard bulge and walked out into the busy hallway. 

*

The next two classes went fast. When David walked into the biology lab he saw Sarah sitting at the bench at the back. "Why are you sitting back here?" 

"You'll see." 

The teacher was not there when the bell rang but a few minutes later a new adult walked in. "Hi I'm your substitute teacher for today. So why don't you all read up on the next chapter?" He sat at the front desk and pulled out his IPHONE.

David pulled out his lab book and started reading until he saw some tanned skin appear next to him. He held his book up in front of this head and turned to watch Sarah slowly sliding up her blue and green pleated skirt. His eyes didn't blink until the skirt bunched at her waist and her body from her navel down only had the sheer green thong as a cover. It didn't cover much at all. 

"Shit," he whispered seeing the small patch of dark pubic hairs over her visible pussy lips. He reached over to touch her leg but she slapped his hand away. She smiled as she opened her legs about five inches before closing them and pushing down her skirt. 

"That's it?" 

"Yes." 

*

David was surprised when Ryan sat next to him during lunch. "What's up?" 

"Well your girlfriend just showed me her pussy," David thought. "Not much," he answered. 

"Hey, I wanted to ask you why you picked Matti?" 

"Like you said a lot of the good ones are taken. But Matti really looks good today," he said looking over at the cheerleader table. Matti's skirt was high on her nice muscular tanned thighs. 

"What is Matti's history?" David whispered. "I mean has she been serious with another guy?" 

"Yeah, the tall football player over there," Ryan said directing his eyes at the football bunch. "They dated for almost a year. I'm not sure why they broke up." 

"Thanks. It's good to know before you get involved with somebody. She looks like she can be a lot of fun. Do you know if anyone has...has popped her cherry?" 

"Hey, if I did know I wouldn't tell anyone. She's a good friend and you better not hurt her." 

"Oh..sorry. You're right. It was a dumb question." 

*

The conversation with David bothered Ryan so he told Sarah he would call her later after dropping her off at her house. As he drove back towards his house he stopped at Matti's house. "Hi Mrs. Reynolds. Is Matti home?" He asked at the door. 

"Hi Ryan. Yes, she's upstairs. Go on up and make sure you knock. You know..." 

"Yes," he blushed. He moved up the familiar stairs and stopped by her closed bedroom door before tapping. "Matti." He heard some noises inside and a minute later she opened the door. She was wearing a long football jersey that used to be Paul's. 

"Hi, what are you doing here?" She asked surprised. 

"I don't know. I mean do you have some time to talk." 

"Sure, come in." After he walked in she closed the door behind her. 

Ryan couldn't help noticing the pile of clothing on the foot of her bed that she had worn to school that day. What made him uneasy was the black bra and matching panties. He wondered if she was naked under the jersey. He turned and moved away from the bed. 

Matti grinned and sat on the edge of her bed making sure to keep the jersey down. "What's up?" 

"Are you sure you want to date this California guy? I mean it's obvious he's only after one thing." 

"I know. I think I can control him." She knew from Sarah that Ryan was also a virgin. "Thank you for being concerned about me." 

He smiled. "You and I go back a long way. I knew you before I met Sarah." 

"You were my first boyfriend. What was it? The second grade?" 

"Third," he answered quickly. 

"That's right. You gave me my first kiss in the coat room. Remember?" 

"Of course," he grinned. 

"I still have your third grade picture." She twisted around and pointed at a small bulletin board that had pictures and notes over her headboard. 

Ryan's eyes looked up at the board and then quickly downward at her tanned legs. As she twisted the jersey pulled up over her left hip. He saw her bare pink and perfectly rounded buttocks. He quickly turned and looked away. 

"You were so cute," she said turning back around. She saw him turned away and then looked down at her naked thighs. "Oops, sorry about that." 

"You've been my friend longer than Sarah has," Matti whispered as she stood up and walked up behind him. "Now I think I should warn you about David." 

He turned quickly. "Warn me...why?" 

"You can't tell Sarah or it will be over between us. Promise?" 

"Yes." 

"Sarah has this thing for David almost as much as he does for her." 

"She does?" 

"All the girls in school immediately fell in love with him. He's got good looks and is rich. And, it's apparent that he has a lot of experience with girls." 

"Fuck...sorry. Has she...have they done anything?" 

"Ryan...I shouldn't.." 

"It's OK. I knew something was going on. Sarah has changed since he arrived." He took a deep breath and sat down on her bed. "Please tell me what you know." 

"I only know that they have kissed and that she touched him." 

"Touch him...do you mean..?" 

"Just on his pants. I think she is only teasing him. I don't think she will let him go too far." 

"I got to stop it. What do you think I should do?" 

"There is probably going to be some teasing and playing around between the two of them tomorrow at David's house. Maybe you should give her a taste of her own medicine." 

"I uh...don't understand." 

"It would be weird but maybe you can I...you know should do the same."

"But you are like my sister. I'll probably laugh if we...you know...kissed or something." 

"Let's do it now to test if it will work or not." 

"Now...here?" 

"Yes, unless you think I'm so ugly." She sat next to him and turned facing him. 

"What about...uh...your mother?" 

"You and I have played in this bedroom for at least fifteen years. You are probably the only boy she will allow in here." She smiled and pushed him down on his back. "Are you ready?" 

"I guess so...yes." His eyes followed her face as she leaned over onto him and aimed her soft lips down to his. At first they both were afraid to move. It did feel strange but at the same time Ryan's right hand was now under her body and resting against her bare thigh. He remembered that she was naked under the jersey. 

Matti was about to pull back because it didn't look like they had any chemistry. But then she felt his fingertips slowly rubbing on her tender thigh. Her right knee moved upward and over until she pressed down into his now very hard bulge. Both of their lips opened at the same time and their tongues met and mixed. 

Suddenly the act of testing was forgotten. So was the rest of the world and the two friends discovered they had feelings a lot deeper and a lot hotter. Their tongues became more aggressive while his fingers moved up and down her thigh. 

Ryan felt her leg rubbing faster and faster so he lifted his fingers expecting to feel her pubic hairs but only felt hot damp flesh instead. As it explored to the center of her sex her lips and face moved back to look into his eyes. Neither said a word as his middle finger pushed into her puffy dripping lips. Her body moved upward to allow him to move inside. 

"Oh that feels so good," she whispered as his long finger disappeared. She shifted her right leg back and reached down to open and release the snap on his jeans. "Help me," she whispered. 

Ryan kept his right middle finger pushing in and out while his left hand pulled his jeans open. Her fingers dropped the zipper all the way down and hurried to find the opening in his baby blue boxers. Seconds later she fished out his hard throbbing cock and lightly held it in her fingers. 

Their lips returned as they masturbated each other until both were ready to cum. "Are you ready?" She whispered.

"Yes." 

Matti smiled and grabbed her panties and held them over his cock while she jerked him off. "Cum in my panties," she whispered. 

"Ohhh," he moaned loudly feeling the smooth silk against his cannon. "Do it." 

Her fingers moved in warp speed until his hips shot upward. She held the silk tightly and felt his release. Again and again. When he was finished she dropped the black moist undies to the floor and moved onto her back. She turned her lips to his while he touched and probed inside a pussy for the first time. 

"Right there," Matti said taking his finger and directing it to her "G" spot. "Right there." 

He moved down slightly to get the right angle and pressed and rubbed. Her mouth moved to his to prevent a scream that her mother would surely hear. It took less than a minute to get her to the top. "Ummmph," she sounded into his mouth. "Ummmph!" 

She couldn't remember the last time she had climaxed like this. She had given Paul her cherry but when she found out that he told the whole school she broke it off. She thought that maybe she would let David be next but suddenly the subject of her passion had change. Her mind went blank and body collapsed. She smiled and turned to face him. 

"Why haven't we ever gone out?" 

"Because you were like my sister," he grinned. 

"Well right now I would let my brother do anything he wanted," she whispered before pulling his lips down to hers again. They frenched for another two minutes before she heard her mother yelling from below. 

"HEY IS RYAN STAYING FOR SUPPER?"

"Are you?" She whispered. 

"YES!" He yelled back. 

She helped him push his semi-hard-on back into his underwear. She helped him zip up and walked over to her closet. She knew he was watching as she lifted off the jersey and stood there naked. She took her time putting on new panties and a bra. As she pulled on a tee shirt she was so at ease like they had done this for a long time. 

* 

Ryan expected to receive a call from Sarah while he ate at Matti's but she never called. It was around 9PM when Matti's mother went to bed. "Goodnight Ryan," she smiled as she walked up the stairs. Matti's father had died at an early age. 

As they sat close to each other watching a TV movie Matti leaned against him and held his hand in hers. Her thumb rubbed over his hand as his hand moved around her shoulders. 

Both were thinking about what had happened upstairs and what it really meant. It was 10PM when Matti's phone rang. She looked and saw that it was Sarah. "Hi, what's up?" 

"Nothing. Just bored sitting here. I didn't want to see Ryan tonight because he will probably start in about David. I just want to make sure that...you know...tomorrow night you will keep Ryan busy at times." 

"Sure,' Matti smiled as she squeezed his hand tighter. "Anything to help out a friend. See you tomorrow." She hung up and turned his way. "That was Sarah." 

"Did she say why she didn't call me? I mean I'm glad she didn't but she normally does." 

"No," Matti lied. "I could stay like this all night but I guess you should leave." She leaned over and again pressed her mouth hard into his. They tongue kissed for almost five minutes before he cupped her petite titty. "I don't have as much there as Sarah does." 

"Shhhh," he whispered pulling her into his body again. His fingers found her hard tip and played while his tongue danced with hers. Finally she pushed him back and took a deep breath. "Go home." 

As he walked ahead of her to the door she reached down and pinched his firm buttocks. "Hey..." 

*

David set up the wet bar in the sun room near the patio door. The pool was nice and warm and ready to go when he heard the first doorbell around 4:55PM. He opened it and saw Ryan. "Hey Bud. Come in." 

Ryan didn't expect for him to call him bud. But as they walked back to the patio the guy acted like they had been friends for ever. "Have you ever seen the pool area?" 

"No, I've never been back here." He saw the pile of towels. "I didn't know we were planning on going into the pool. I didn't bring any swim trunks." 

Ryan chuckled. "It will be dark soon. Maybe you can help me get the girls to go in wearing their undies." 

"So that's it," Ryan thought. He saw the booze and the pool and knew the guy's purpose was to get everyone snookered and then get into both Sarah's and Matti's panties. "Uh...I'm not sure that Sarah will go for it." 

"Maybe she will," David said hearing the doorbell again. As Ryan sat down by the bar sipping on a cold beer he waited until both girls walked onto the patio. Both were wearing very short sundresses. Sarah immediately ran up to him and into his arms. 

"Hi," she whispered as she rubbed her full firm breasts into his chest. "Tonight is going to be so much fun." 

Ryan looked over her shoulder at Matti and David who were kissing. As she leaned upward to reach his mouth her dress rode up her tanned thighs until the bottoms of her pink buttocks were seen. He wasn't sure if she was wearing panties. It quickly made him hard. 

After getting the girls some wine David moved inside the house to get the burgers and buns ready. "Anyone want to help?" 

Before anyone could blink Sarah quickly jumped up and ran after him. "I will." Matti glanced at Ryan and rolled her eyes. He moved and sat down next to her. 

"So is this the plan?" Ryan whispered. "They will periodically break off alone and mess around." 

"Yes," she told me to keep you busy talking." 

"Just talking?" He grinned as he moved his left hand behind her back and rubbed down low until he felt the waist strap of her thong. 

"Yes, for now," she said wanting to pull his body into hers. 

*

As soon as the door closed David moved back out of sight and pulled Sarah's body into his. "I've been hard all day thinking about this." He leaned down to kiss her but she pulled her face back. 

"We have to be careful. I don't want Ryan to know." 

"But, why did we even invite him?" 

"To keep his suspicions down." 

"What are you wearing under the dress?" 

"The bra and panties you gave me," she answered while reaching down to feel his hardness. "You are hard." 

"Yes, are you going to take care of it for me? I can't walk out there like this." 

"OK, but keep an eye on them to make sure they won't walk in." She dropped to her knees and unzipped his fly. Seconds later her tiny fingers curled around the thick shaft. She started stroking but stopped and spit in her palm. Again she stroked but this time with lubrication. "How's that?" 

"OH FUCK YES," he groaned. "Suck it for me." 

"No..maybe later. Cum now or I'm going to stop." Her fingers moved faster and faster until his body tensed and he came. "AHHH!" 

Sarah giggled and moved to the side to prevent the cum from spattering onto her body and dress. "Now clean it up and I'll take out the food." She grabbed the salad bowl and after walking out onto the deck she froze when she saw Ryan and Matti kissing. She turned her body and closed the door to make a noise. After giving them a second she turned and saw their bodies and lips apart. "Sorry it took so long. We had to cut up some tomatoes." 

Ryan was rock hard and put his wrist over his bulge. He remembered seeing the tomatoes already in the salad so he knew it was the first of many lies that evening. 

"Ryan, why don't you help David with the burgers?" Sarah asked. As he stood up she could see that he was still hard. As soon as he was inside she moved over to Matti. "What the hell was that?"

"What? The kissing? Well you wanted me to keep him busy and he was starting to wonder what was keeping you. Besides why can't I have some fun too?" 

"Cause he's my boyfriend remember?" Sarah gasped. 

"You're fucked up," Matti said getting pissed. 

"Stop the kissing. Only talk," Sarah said with her hands on her hips. 

"Whatever." 

Ryan walked inside and saw David leaning over to clean something off the floor. "Spill something?" 

"What? Uh...yeah some ranch dressing," David lied. He squeezed the paper towel up and stood to toss it in the garbage. 

Ryan quickly noticed that David's zipper was open. Since he was sure it wasn't like that before it meant Sarah either jerked him off or gave him a blow job. He thought he could handle seeing her messing around but was getting pissed. 

They carried the food outside and both guys noticed the girls were far apart and it didn't look like they had been talking. 

"Let's eat," David said to break the ice.

The eating went quickly since all four wanted to get to the next stage. David kept the booze coming and before long the four of them were laughing and dancing around. 

"So are you ticklish Sarah?" David asked to get the party going and to find out just how far he could go with her with Ryan around. 

"No," she lied as she backed away. "And don't tickle me." She put down her drink and when David stood up and ran at her she quickly dashed into the house. "Come here!" 

"I guess this leaves us alone," Matti grinned as she moved to Ryan's chair and straddled the seat causing her legs and dress to open up. "See anything you like?" 

"Fuck," he whispered seeing her bald pussy lips open for his visual enjoyment. "Maybe I should go and look for them?" 

She was about to slide closer to him when the back door opened up again and Sarah came running out only wearing her sexy green bra and matching thong. David was on her heels. "OH GOD...I'M GOING INTO THE POOL" 

David, Ryan and Matti saw her pose on the small diving board before performing a perfect jackknife dive. 

"Wait for me!" David laughed as he jumped and grabbed his ankle to splash her when she surfaced. 

"I guess the real party has started," Matti grinned as she pushed down her dress over her small bare breasts and bare pussy mound. "Coming?" 

*

The next few minutes were a blur to Sarah. She and David had kissed and touched in the house before he quickly removed her dress. She wanted to mess around with him but deep down was concerned about Matti being alone with her long time boyfriend. She pushed David back and ran out to the pool. 

"HEY!" She yelled when she surfaced and felt the huge wave splash into her head and shoulders. She tried to swim away but felt someone grab onto her ankles. 

"Come here you," David laughed as he pulled her nearly nude body back against him. Before she could react he opened her bra clasp and pushed down her panties. She was naked and was his to touch and play with. 

"Oh God," Sarah gasped when his lips and fingers moved everywhere on her body. Her mind was lost in lust and was unaware that a naked Ryan was French-kissing a naked Matti only a few feet from her. As David picked her up and she locked her legs around his hips she made eye contact with Ryan who was kissing Matti looking her way. 

"Oh God no...Ryan..," she gasped realizing that everything was out on the table. She saw Matti turn and smile at her. "You bitch...you told him...didn't you?" 

Matti nodded and returned her open lips to Ryan's. She backed up to the edge of the pool and opened her legs to get him inside. "Watch me fuck him," Matti thought as she reached down and aimed his hard torpedo at her opened sex. 

"OHHH!" Ryan cried feeling his first pussy surround and clamp onto his manhood. 

"WAIT! Sarah gasped as she felt David about to do the same to her. "Let's switch...OHHH!" She moaned feeling her tightness give and the California shaft enter her tight sex. 

Sarah felt some pain at first but being in the water helped reduce friction. It took a few minutes for him to get all the way inside and when he was there she looked again for Ryan. He was gone. "Where did they go?" 

"In the house," David answered as he pulled out. "It's a lot more fun on a bed." 

Sarah knew it was too late to stop her boyfriend and her BFF from having sex. David knew what buttons to push and she did want to experience another guy. She hurried to keep up with him as he ran up to his parent's bedroom. After she climbed onto the bed she was about to turn over onto her back when she felt him hold her ass still. 




California



"Doggie is my favorite," he laughed before slapping his right hand down hard onto her soft right buttock. "SMACK!"

"OUCH! THAT HURT!" She yelled as she tried to put her hand over her cheek to prevent the next slap. This time he did the left buttock. "SMACK!" 

David liked to be rough with his new conquests. He now had the most popular girl in school on her knees. "Stay there I need to get some lube." 

"Lube," she repeated. 'What for...?" 

"Your ass," he chuckled as he smeared the lubricating jelly on his middle finger and rubbed it around her tiny rear hole. 

"Oh God...David...I want you to fuck me...fuck my..my pussy." 

"Sure," he grinned as he covered his hard-on with the grease and guided his cock into her tight and ready pussy. "Is this what you want?" 

"YES...oh God YES!!

"Say it. Say you want me to fuck your pussy." 

"I do...she gasped feeling the pleasure. Fuck my pussy...don't stop!

"Yell it out!" 

"FUCK ME..FUCK MY PUSSY!!"

*

Ryan could hear the moaning and bodies smacking together in the other bedroom nearby. Matti was lying across his thighs with his hard cock in her lips. 

"I can't believe she would do this to me," he said as Matti moved up onto his hips and lowered her sweet pussy to his pink tower. 

"She got what she wanted," Matti grinned. "So did I." 

*

The fucking felt really good. So good she forgot about Ryan and Matti doing the same somewhere in the house. "Just tonight," she whispered. "Just this once." 

David heard her words and knew it was time to make her his. As he pulled out of her pussy from behind he grabbed his shaft and aimed it a few inches higher. The lubrication helped but his cock had a rough time entering her virgin anus. "LIKE IT BABY? LIKE ME IN YOUR ASS?" 

"Ahhh! It hurts!," she cried out. She wanted him to stop but knew it was too late. The lube helped ease the pain. This was not the sex she had dreamed about with him. She wanted the long foreplay, the kissing and touching. She wanted his compliments. All he wanted was to fuck her and make her his trophy. Finally she felt him grunt and cum inside of her bowels. 

David smiled and moved next to her. "Did you cum Sarah?" 

She wanted to push him out of the second floor window. 

* 

Matti was fast asleep in his arms with her smooth butt up against his spent tool. His hand was around her waist. He had no idea what time it was as he started drifting off to sleep again. During the night he heard the soft creaking of the door and saw it opening. Seconds later Sarah pushed her face into the opening. The light from the hallway shone down on their naked bodies. His eyes locked onto hers. 

"Ryan...please come here." She said softly. 

He took his time moving back from Matti to prevent her from awakening. He didn't think about his nakedness as he walked to the doorway. Sarah moved back to let him out. As he moved closer he saw her bare body that was covered with numerous red marks. "Jesus it looks like you got mauled by a bear." 

"I know. I...I really didn't want this...this to happen," she said moving closer. 

"That's not the impression I got from all the fucking noises I heard coming from David's room." 

"But you...you left me with him in the pool to be with Matti. I'm..uh willing to forget none of this took place. We can start over." She reached down and held his limp penis. "I'll do whatever you want...anything." 

"Is that what you did with David tonight? Everything? Sarah I could hear everything. I know he fucked you in your ass." 

"Ryan...it's over. I don't want him. I want you. You said that you loved me." 

He peeled her fingers from his cock. "I know about you kissing and touching him before tonight. I don't think I could ever trust you again." 

"Matti told you didn't she? Don't you see that she wanted me to...to mess around with David so that she could be with you?" 

"Matti has nothing to do with this. Things haven't felt right with us for some time now. I think it's time to go our separate ways." 

"Ryan no...I love you too. I don't know why I did what I did with David. But I swear to you that I'll never do it again. You are the only one I want." Tears fell from her rosy cheeks. 

"I'm sorry." He turned and moved back into the bedroom. After closing the door he moved back up against Matti's ass. She turned towards him and pulled his front into hers. 

"I was worried that you weren't coming back," she whispered. 

He smiled and pulled her flat tummy against his growing member. "I want to be with you." 

Her hand moved between their bodies and found his now erect cock. "I want you inside of me." She pushed him onto his back and climbed on top. After guiding him into her sore moist hole she slowly started riding him. "I could do this forever." 

"Me too." 

*

David was in the kitchen the next morning eating a bagel when Matti walked in wearing a tee shirt she found in the bedroom closet. "Good morning," he grinned. "Have a fun night?" 

"No, I had a great night," she smiled back not caring that he could see the sharp points of her nipples pushing out the thin cotton material. "I need to go out and get my clothes." 

As she walked by him he grabbed her wrist and pulled her down onto his lap. She quickly realized that he was naked and was very hard. "Let me up," she said sharply looking into his eyes. 

He laughed and lifted her ass up so his cock was pushing up between her bare thighs. "You are my date remember?" 

"Uh...I think that you slept with Sarah last night...remember?" She tried to get up but he held her down. 

"I'm finished with her but I still have a lot for you." 

"You're an asshole," she said digging her fingernails into his arm. 

"OUCH! YOU FUCKING BITCH." 

*

Sarah heard some noise downstairs and hoped that Ryan was still around so she could talk to him some more. She hurried down to the kitchen and heard Matti and David talking. When she heard David say he was finished with her she walked around the doorway when Matti dug her nails into him. 

"LEAVE HER ALONE!" Sarah screamed as she ran into the room and pushed him hard into his chest. The chair he was sitting on crashed back against the kitchen sink and then onto the floor. 

"YOU'RE BOTH ARE GOING TO PAY FOR THAT!" 

Sarah grabbed Matti's hand and pulled her towards the hallway doorway. David quickly jumped to his feet and was only a few steps behind them when he turned into the hallway. He didn't see the fist that flattened against his nose. His body crumbled down like a large sack of potatoes. 

Sarah and Matti ran by Ryan and were heading towards the stairs when they heard the crash behind them. Both turned and saw Ryan standing over David's body. 

"Oh God...Is he alright?" Sarah asked rushing up to him. 

"I hope he's fucking dead," Matti gasped. 

"David...David," Sarah said leaning forward. 

Ryan could see David's chest rising and falling and knew he was out cold. He waited until the shit head moaned and opened his eyes. 

"Wha...What happened?" 

"Don't get up," Sarah said. 

"I'm OK," David groaned. "What the fuck hit me?" 

Although he was shorter than David he was stronger. "I did you ass. "We are getting out of here." He walked by Sarah and moved outside to get their clothes. 

When Ryan returned David was sitting next to Sarah. "Here are you clothes if you want them," Ryan said smartly towards Sarah. 

David started to stand but sat back down when Ryan stopped. "Hey man why are you so pissed? We heard you fucking Matti." 

"David. What happened is over." 

"Yes, and you better not say a word to anyone," Ryan glared at the guy with the swollen red nose. 

"He won't," Sarah said looking at him. "Will you David?" 

"No. Not a word," David frowned. "I'm still not sure why everyone is pissed. We all got what we wanted last night." He reached for Sarah's hand but she pulled it away. 

"What happened is over." She said more firmly. "And as long as you are alright we are leaving." 

"I'm ok," David said. "I promise I won't say anything to anyone." 

"Make sure you don't," Ryan said. It was the first time he had ever slugged someone and in this case it felt pretty good. 

Matti, Sarah and Ryan stood naked together before putting on their clothing. None said a word and none of them peeked at the nudeness around them. Since Sarah had driven Matti to the house she thought that she would also ride her home. But when they got to the street Matti went to Ryan's car. 

"Uh...I can give you a ride home," Sarah said realizing that she was the odd person out now. 

"I'm riding with Ryan," Matti smiled. 

"Ryan, call me later," Sarah said still clinging to any hope that they could put this behind them. 

But he didn't respond as they got into his car and drove away. 

*

"Want to come in and say hello to my Mom?" Matti asked as she leaned over to kiss him. 

"I'm too tired," he said moving back before their lips touched. 

She sat back instead of leaving. "Are we...are we now going out?" 

"Matti you know I like you a lot. Right now I need some time to get my head straight." 

"I understand. Call me later." She turned and moved outside. 

*

Ryan didn't call either girl but they both called him repeatedly. At school no one seemed to notice until a few days went by and he was not seen with Sarah. Suddenly the rumors started about them breaking up. 

"What's up with Sarah?" Miles Norton asked him in their biology class. 

"Nothing. We are taking a break from each other," Ryan answered. 

"Man, I thought you guys were always going to be together. What happened?" 

"I guess things got stale. We need a break." 

Miles had heard rumors about the California kid and Sarah. "It was California wasn't it?" 

"I'm not going to get into it," Ryan said. 

"There is also a rumor that Matti broke you up because she wanted you." 

Ryan looked hard into Mile's eyes. "Who said that?" He knew it had to be David or Sarah. 

*

Matti sat on the bleachers as the girls in her gym class played basketball. The rumor that she broke up Ryan and Sarah started before they even arrived to school that first morning after David's party. It had to be David, Sarah or even David's cousin Amber. 

She saw David walking from the parking lot sporting a dark black eye. "Well I'm surprised that you are even talking to me," he said walking up to her. 

"Did you tell anyone that I broke up Sarah and Ryan?" 

"No...I said I wasn't going to say anything and I didn't. You guys in this small ass town take everything too seriously." 

It came down to Sarah and Amber. Sarah normally waited for her at their gym lockers but when she got there Sarah wasn't. After entering the large gym she saw the cheerleaders surrounding her ex-BFF. One of them saw her walk in and they all turned to look her way. They all made eye contact but Sarah who wouldn't look at her. It was obvious who had started the rumor. 

Matti was a pretty good basketball player and normally got picked first for a team but as the girls picked their teams they left her out. Finally Sarah looked at her and if looks could kill she would be dead. One of the girls hurt her ankle and a gym teacher called for Matti to get into the game. It was fitting that she was opposing Sarah. 

It was Sarah who fouled her hard when she went up for a layup. Matti quickly stood up to confront her but she had turned and ran back down the floor. The next time down Matti was ready for the foul and turned into Sarah knocking her on her ass. As she looked over her a few other cheerleaders ran over to start fighting. 

"No," Sarah said standing up. "Boyfriend stealers are not worth the trouble." Sarah smiled until she turned and saw Ryan standing about ten feet away. She saw the anger in his eyes and walked towards him. "Ryan...she...she started it." 

He moved closer so he would whisper. "Do you want me to tell the whole school how you cheated on me first and all the things you let the asshole do to you?" 

"Ryan...we..need to talk." 

But he walked by her and moved over to the group of girls. "She didn't steal me. It was my choice." He took her hand and walked her to the locker room door. Another girl on the basketball team walked over to them. 

"Need any help?" The girl was over 6 foot and well built. 

"Yes...would you make sure Matti doesn't have any problems in the locker room?" 

"I can take care of myself." 

"I know but I want to make sure it is fair." 

*

Ryan hung out with his friends the next few weeks. Sarah's phone calls and text messages got less and less until they finally stopped. The rumors stopped about what happened and Ryan and Sarah returned to their posts as the most popular seniors. Neither was surprised when they were nominated to be King and Queen of the school. It was at the football game at half time when they discovered that they won. 

"Congratulations," he said smiling as he put on her crown as the whole school and most parents watched. "You look beautiful." 

"You too," she smiled back. "I mean handsome not beautiful." All the many years together flashed back in their minds. There were so many good times and so much fun. As they stood holding hands she squeezed his fingers. "I'm so sorry Ryan. If I could take it back I'd do anything. I've always loved you too. I still do." Tears fell from her eyes from the sadness. 

"I still love you too Sarah. I understand now how he seduced you and seduced everyone. I don't want to live my life without you." 

"Really?" She asked with her broken heart beating rapidly. "Does that mean?" 

"Yes, I want to start again but I'll have to trust you again. Part of what happened was my fault. I shouldn't have waited so long and I shouldn't have hooked up with Matti. I'm sorry." 

"Oh God Ryan, I'm so happy. Will you kiss me?" 

Most of the kids knew about the long time lovers breaking up and most of them were sad. When Ryan turned her to him and they kissed the whole football stadium applauded, stood up and called their names. As they walked from the field arm in arm Matti walked up to them. 

"I'm happy for you two." 

Sarah smiled and pulled her aside. "If he can forgive me then I can forgive you. But if you are ever alone with him again I'm going to kick your ass." 

"What did you say?" Ryan asked when she walked back to him. 

"I just told her that I forgave her. Say there is someone here who asked me to bring you to her." 

Ryan followed her to the lower bleachers and saw her smiling and waving. "Grandma! I'm so happy to see you." 

"Ryan where have you been? I've had to play solitaire because you haven't come around much." 

"I know...I'm sorry and I promise to stop by and give you a good poker game as much as I can. After all you are the only girl I can trust." 

"What was that?" Sarah asked. 

"I said my poker game has a lot of rust," he lied. 

*

Finis

*

Note from Slick- I know a lot of you won't like the ending but these are 18 year-old kids. I never said they would be getting married. Besides we all like happy endings right? Thanks for your votes and feedback. I have a bunch of stories that need endings so you will be seeing more coming out. Enjoy...Love ya..Slick



California Adventure



Mouth agape, I stood in the doorway staring at the man who—until ten seconds previous-- had been my boyfriend. The TV in the bedroom continued to moan and grunt with the unpaused porn video and from where I was standing I could easily see that his dick was still in her ass. SHE was—until ten seconds ago-- my best friend and she had at least had the graciousness to removed her fingers from her own pussy when I'd opened the door...for whatever that was worth.

This was the image that replayed in my brain over and over during the 6 hour flight from my New York apartment to visit my cousin in California. I needed to escape. Coleen would be busy most of the time I was there. Her best friend was getting married and she was, of course, the maid of honor. She had, however, a large apartment near the beach where I could do my best to forget about Captain Ass and his far more Adventurous new lover. Adventurous. Whatever! The man had never done anything but treat me like a slut if I wanted to do anything more "adventurous" than the missionary position. I guess he really needed an actual Slut to feel comfortable enough to do it.

After seeing Coleen's apartment, with a clear view of the beach, I decided that maybe what I needed to do was move to California and start over. I was a model. California was peopled by beautiful people. Hey, maybe I could get into acting. What I did as a model, however, was slightly different than what people typically think. I'm an art nude model. Sometimes for art classes, sometimes for photographers. My 5' 11" lean body with milk white skin and deep red hair was a favorite for good reason. My legs were long and toned from yoga and dance. My breasts were small but just big enough to have a roundness to them and I lacked the sometimes awkward dappling of freckles that many redheads had to contend with. I am well aware of my beauty, which is why I have no problem making money on it as long as nature allows.

"Dahlia," Coleen's voice interrupted my thoughts. Humming softly in acknowledgment I looked up and met my cousin's smile. "Dahlia, tonight is Rhiana's bachelorette party...well, it's actually a weekend—we're going to Las Vegas. Would you like to come with us? I don't think the girls would mind."

"No, these are your friends. You go have fun. I think some alone time would do me good anyway." I smiled at her warmly. It was true. I really needed some peace and quiet to get my head together and I didn't think that a weekend in Las Vegas was going to help me do much more than lose what little money I had and get inordinately drunk. My recently acquired EX had managed to run up my credit cards and use up our joint savings—like I'll EVER do that again.

Coleen hugged me tightly, "okay...but if you need anything you have my number."

"Go. Have fun," I chided.

- - - -

Waking the following morning to a peaceful apartment, for once Coleen wasn't there to be blaring the latest local punk band over her stereo surround system. I spent the morning being lazy. Pajama bottoms slung low about my slim hips and a camisole taut over even my minimal bust, I shuffled from the kitchen toward the veranda with a mug of coffee. The doorbell rang.

I opened the door, without much thought to my appearance, to see one of the most strikingly handsome men I'd ever seen. Tanned, well-built, sun-bleached sandy blonde hair and dazzling green eyes. He flashed a smile as I stood staring at him. "You're not Coleen," he noted.

"Oh...no. No I'm her cousin, Dahlia. Coleen and the bridal party are--"

"In Vegas. Shit. That's right..." the man grimaced a moment. "Damn. I don't suppose she left the number of her friend Georgia laying around did she?"

I shook my head. "I can look, but I don't think so..."

"Well that's a problem."

"Come in...I'll take a look. And maybe I can text her..." I invited him in, trying to ignore the lustful burning in my loins as I strode back into the kitchen. "Coffee?" I offered sliding a clean mug toward him. He smiled and nodded, so I poured him a mug then turned to scour over the notes magnetized to the fridge. "I don't see anything here...what's your name?"

"Oh, right..." he chuckled. "Darren."

I lifted my cell and texted my cousin: Darren is here. Needs Georgia's number.

"We'll see if she answers that. So...how do you know Coleen?" I asked him, seating myself on a stool at the kitchen bar.

Darren flashed me another grin that melted my insides like butter on a skillet. "I'm John's brother..." He paused then seeing my confusion continued slowly until I caught on."...the groom...marrying Rhianna..."

"Oh...oh right...the whole...wedding thing..." I colored feeling like an idiot.

"Yeah...well that's why I'm here. Georgia was supposed to get back to me by yesterday about tonight, and she hasn't. I've lost her number and I don't want to just hire one of those service girls for the Bachelor party...it's always a crap shoot. Half the time they're skanky, the other half they're high on something. This is my brother's big night and I want to have a decent girl there. Georgia is a dancer so she'd supposedly agreed to do a little show but I'm starting to think she's backed out."

I sipped at my coffee and pondered a moment. Darren was seriously hot, a trait that perhaps ran in the family...I knew how to dance...and I needed money. I'm certainly not a stripper, never have been, but I'm used to people seeing me naked. How hard could it be? And besides...I'd had it on "authority" that I wasn't an adventurous person.

"I'll do it," I heard myself saying before I'd even finished considering it. His brows lifted in surprise and he set his mug down. "I mean, I'm not a stripper...I'm a model, but I take dance classes and I could use the extra money...so...what the hell, right?"

"Wow...that's...well you don't need to-- I mean you don't even know me," Darren said softly. He was being a gentleman but I could see his eyes roaming down over my body as he considered accepting my offer. 

"I want to," I assured him. "Your brother deserves to have a little fun before he gets married." I smiled then shrugged, "I don't have any costumes or anything...but I'll see if Coleen has one of her old Halloween outfits or something laying around. Not likely to be the typical cop or nurse routine."

Darren let out a boisterous laugh. "Nothing about you fits the 'typical' stripper scenario."

I felt my cheeks warm at the off-handed compliment then smiled and accepted the directions and info from him. The pay was $1000 (not bad for an hour's work) plus whatever any of the guys felt like tipping me, and he said that these were mostly all John's frat brothers. Wealthy pretty boys with nothing better to do than drop a few C-notes on a hot girl.

- - - -

After spending half the afternoon debating what to wear, and the other half practicing looking sexy in front of Coleen's dresser mirror, evening came and I was finally on my way to Darren's house. The man obviously did well for himself. A civil engineer with a surfer's smile and a model's body. More or less only one Nobel Prize short of my definition of Perfect. 

He had told me to come to the back door. The guys were hanging out in the basement den playing video games on the widescreen HDTV while tawdry videos of lesbian sex played on the home theatre wallscreen. I could hear them even from outside the door as I rang the bell and knew what to expect when I got downstairs. Darren hadn't wanted me to be surprised or offended in anyway. I'd assured him, with restrained irritation, that I was no prude and I could handle seeing porn even on a big screen.

When he'd opened the door, Darren paused, his face lighting up with lustful delight. I stood waiting in Coleen's old Strawberry Shortcake costume, no wig required and I'd left the silly little hat at home, with my hair in pigtails and little green bows instead. Although my cousin is slightly bustier than I am, I'd worn a clever bra to help boost and fill out my own bust so that they lay as they should in the extremely low cut outfit, the very tops of my nipples just showing along the neckline. The frilly crimson skirt didn't even cover my ass and under that skirt I wore a little pair of white panties with alternating pink and green ruffled stripes. The green and white striped stockings came to above my knees where little satin ribbons appeared to hold them in place and I wore the highest fuck-me red heels that my cousin owned. They really made me wonder if I knew Coleen as well as I had always assumed I did.

"Wwwow..." Darren breathed. "You look amazing."

I blushed and smiled, "thanks. I was afraid it was too 'cute.'"

"Not at all. It's perfect." He ushered me in. "Everyone is downstairs. Just remember...all you need to do is give him a lap dance. The guys have been drinking and they might try to talk you into more. Only do what you are absolutely comfortable with...okay?" He couldn't stop staring at my nearly escaping breasts and the idea was turning me on. In all the time I'd been modeling, the idea that people were looking at my body had never turned me on. It seemed silly, actually. Now, suddenly...it was quite different.

I followed him downstairs, the raucous noise of the laughing men growing louder as I descended into the smoke filled room. A handful of the men were smoking cigars, most were drinking and all of them were more less exactly what Darren had said...pretty boys. John was evidently Darren's younger brother, although they looked nearly identical.

"Gentlemen!" Darren announced. "Our special guest has arrived...Strawberry Shortcake," he said the name as if to emphasize that I needn't share my real name. The hush that settled over the room was disrupted only by the orgasmic moaning of an obviously enhanced blonde masturbating on the big screen.

"Evening boys," I said as cavalierly as I could manage. "Where's our special man?" I asked. Nearly every hand pointed at John, who was gaping at me then at his brother then back at me. 

"We've got John's favorite song here..." Darren said as he cued up a track on his iPod. A riot of laughter went up in the room as ZZTop's "Tush" started to play. Darren nodded to me as the room of men settled onto stools and chairs throughout the room, leaving John on a chair in the middle just for me.

It took a refrain before I fell into the flow of my dance, undulating my hips a lot, touching my breasts and inner thighs. It was a struggle to keep my eyes on John as I could feel Darren's eyes on me. Suddenly the very idea that all these men were staring at me lustfully aroused me quite thoroughly, more so than my ex-boyfriend had ever managed with full-on sex. These men were making me feel sexy, not slutty...sexy.

Straddling John's lap, my breasts near his face I rocked my hips against him and whispered, "I'm wet...can you feel it...?" One of his hands slipped under my skirt, his eyes rolling closed with pleasure as he felt the dampness of my frilly little panties. Standing back up I turned around and made sure to fold myself in half as I drew those panties off, my wet slit and firm ass right at eye level. The room filled with envious groans as I stepped out of the panties and draped them over John's shoulder. I turned back to him and reached down between his legs, gripping his bulging manhood as it strained the fabric of his jeans.

"Oh she wants you Johnny-boy!" someone shouted. It was true. I think I could have easily sat on him right there in front of everyone and fucked his brains out had he let me. I undid his zipper and reached inside but he rest a hand on mine.

"No, no..." he groaned, the reluctance in his voice clear. "I promised Rhianna I wouldn't make any stupid mistakes. No sex..."

"Not even a blow-job?" I offered stunned to hear the proposition come from my own lips. Who says I'm not adventurous?! 

John looked over at his brother who seemed no less stunned than me but certainly pleased. Darren nodded and assured him, "no one is going to tell her, John...and it's just a blow-job..."

"I don't want to be the only one having fun—let's just keep the dance going..." John said. "I want you guys to have a good time too."

"Well..." I said, seductively pushing my ass in the air and wiggling it as I stood over him, breasts nearly spilling out of my top. "...how about..." I bit my bottom lip. I can't believe I was about to say this, but there were good looking men here and I was feeling sexy and wanted and I deserved to have a good time too, damn it. "...how about, your boys line up and get a little dipstick action while I suck your cock?" 

John's eyes widened, I didn't dare look at Darren's for fear that the man would look horrified. "Then you get to watch a live show, your boys have fun and you get the most amazing blow-job of your life...consider it a wedding present from me."

"Oh, come on, Johnny...you've got to say yes to that!" A buzz of urgings rose up throughout the room as the eager men chided their friend, egging him into accepting my outrageous-- NO, adventurous offer.

"Um...okay..." he grinned looking toward Darren again with overwhelming gratitude.

"I have only three rules..." I insisted. "One—single guys only. I'm not a homewrecker." Four of the twelve men in the room groaned with disappointed pouts. "Two-- every cock wears a condom."

"No problem!" one man laughed lifting a candy bowl filled with a colorful mix of M&Ms and condoms, evidently some private joke.

"And three..." I continued, keeping my eyes on John. "As soon as you finish, I'm finished. So your boys only get to have fun as long as you do. Understood?" I almost added 'I'm not a whore' but was worried that someone's response might ruin the adventure streak I was on.

"Understood!" John announced. "Guys—line up...uh...in the wedding line up order—that's fair right?" Two of the men whined, likely the two last in line. John looked toward Darren. "Means you're first, big brother."

"Oh no...this is for you guys. You guys have your fun...I'm content to watch," Darren smiled devilishly and to my surprise winked at me as I settled onto a pillow at John's feet. I glanced behind me only momentarily to see six men already exposing themselves and stroking themselves up eagerly.

"He ain't gonna last long you guys—so you best be quick so we all get a turn!" one of the men laughed as I cupped John's balls in one hand, gripping his unabashedly hard cock in the other and wrapped my red lipsticked mouth about him. 

The first nameless man dropped to his knees behind me as John let out a satisfied groan, no doubt worried it would all be over far too quick and he wouldn't even get a chance. I felt his fingers test my slit, the juices still flowing in my own heightened arousal. I lifted my ass some to lend him access, an eager presentation that seemed only more enticing, I suppose, given that the costumed skirt lay in a fluff about my hips as though my offered holes were the center of an exotic flower.

My lips parted momentarily with a gasp as the first man entered into me with a hurried thrust. I hummed with pleasure at his girth as his cock slid in until I felt his balls against my lips. The few times I'd had sex in this position I'd enjoyed it immensely, though I never seemed to finish this way. Maybe it had just been my Ex's lack of stimulation. He'd always been a very focused pump-man, so to speak, so busy staring at his own shaft that he forgot there was something attached to the pussy he was thrusting it into. I more or less expected the same from these men. The first man came quickly—really quickly, his friends not taking any time to make fun of him as they all had yet to take the plunge into my welcoming cunt.

The second man entered with a tad more care, but he too did little more than thrust a few times before coming. The third was the same and the fourth, to everyone's surprise suffered some sort of crisis of morality and decided that he was more comfortable just watching. The fifth man shoved him aside and slammed into me with enough force that John had to steady me. The groom didn't even complain if my teeth had caught on him at all, as I suspected they had. Somewhat turned off by the drunk groomsman fucking me like a glory hole, I focused intently on John. My tongue rolled around his glans, before I would take him deep into my throat, my lips pressing to the base of his dick as I swallowed, my tongue and throat clenching around his throbbing member as if it were deep in my cunt. The technique worked as the Groom-to-be moaned loudly and suddenly gripped my head with a rise of his hips.

"Hurry up, Paul..." someone hissed as the man slamming his cock into me with bruising force suddenly stopped with a shutter and a loud grunt that dissolved into a moan. "Paul move, it's my turn..." the same voice hissed.

I yelped softly as Paul smacked my ass with enough force that he had to have left a hand-print. A moment later I felt a far gentler hand caress the same spot. Like the first man, the last slipped his fingers down to feel my folds, a finger dipping inside with a surprisingly gentle caress. The sudden shift of force to delicacy caused me to gasp again. 

Eyes closed I fondled John's balls, carefully slipping one finger beneath to gently stimulate his taint as I again drew his cock deep into my throat and swallowed. The Groom moaned loudly, shifting his hips to give me access even as he pulled my head down again. The last man, the tender man behind me very gently slid into me having worked up a fresh slick of my cum juices. One hand slipped about my hips, his fingers slipping between my folds to rub on my clit, to pinch at it as he started to rock slowly against my hips. He nearly pulled his cock completely out of me before achingly slowly he would push his way back in.

This last man's slow and gentle manner was turning me on immensely and I rocked back toward him, lifting my hips. The action drew John's attention who realized that I was suddenly getting more excited, which in turn excited him. As he lifted his hips toward me and drew my head down with one hand, his other hand reached down and freed one of my breasts from my top. The Groom pinched at my already hard raspberry nipple. The last man responded to my soft moan of pleasure by dribbling a bit of spit onto my ass, the glistening fluid oozing down between my cheeks where with his only free hand he gently massaged it into my little pink rosebud. 

My body reacted to the stimulation, arching and suddenly matching the last man's rhythm with an instinctual accuracy that even a dancer cannot fake. I fell into a fluid wave of motion between the two men, sucking John's cock and taking another into my hungry, tightening pussy. The last man's thumb pressed ever so slowly into my anus, my body accepting it without question or resistance and as his thumb began to match his gently pumping cock I felt my muscles spasm and I began to buck between them. Sucking harder on John as if to draw his seed from him by force, I felt the man behind me latch onto my hips with his reach-around arm. He suddenly buried himself into me deeper than he had until I swore the tip of his cock would burst from my abdomen. As he came in me, his swollen girth throbbing inside me, John released my nipple and held my head with both hands pumping into my mouth. I felt his hot cum explode against the back of my throat and greedily I swallowed, that very action only seeming to encourage more from him.

My own orgasm subsiding, I discreetly slipped my small breast back into my dress before anyone could take notice of the size discrepancy, then drew back from John with a long slow suck before planting a delicate kiss on the tip of his purple dick. I smiled up at him, as I feel the man behind me slowly draw out. I had to remember to thank him. It was that last groomsman's want to please me as well that had ultimately brought all three of us to fruition.




California Adventure



John smiled back at me then looked over my shoulder with a nod. "Nicely done Chase," he smirked. "And here we all thought you were gay..." The tease went throughout the room with a wave of laughter and such.

I eyed Chase, a slender man noticeably the youngest there and judging by his manners the quiet one. I smiled at him with gratitude and murmured, "best I've ever had..."

As Chase shimmied away and gave me room to stand, offering me a hand, I shifted my eyes about the room looking for Darren. I didn't see him and a certain dread filled me. He was the only one that had willingly turned me down completely and now, after my 'adventure' he was missing. My heart sank as I imagined him calling me the names my ex had often used when I'd wanted to experiment more, Slut, Skank, Whore.

John had returned to his friends, a new tournament of Xbox games starting and Chase picked my panties off the floor with a gentlemanly nod of his head. "I'm sure Darren is upstairs waiting to pay you. We all put a lot extra in...uh...while you were busy." 

"Oh..." I blushed then nodded. "Oh thanks, but I just wanted John to have a good time..."

"Well, this was definitely more than any of us had expected," he smirked. "Not that I'm complaining. You don't...uh...do this often though...do you..?" he asked almost timidly as I stepped back into my still damp panties.

I colored and probably looked a bit mortified as I shook my head. "Nnno...no this was the first time I've ever done anything...uh...even remotely like this." I chuckled at the absurdity of reality. "I'm not really even a stripper...I'm an art nude model that takes dance classes."

"I could tell," he smiled, "and that's a good thing. I think we all sort of knew which is why it was...better, actually...sort of a fantasy thing rather than you know...business as usual."

"Right," I nodded getting his meaning. I pointed toward the stairs and sighed, "well...I should probably go home now. I guess..."

Darren wasn't upstairs. What I found was an envelope with my name on it and damn near $5000 in it all in cash. I'd thought Chase had meant maybe a twenty or so each...not an additional $4000. 

- - - -

"You really should have come with us," Coleen touted over the phone. "I mean...I'm sorry to rub it in, and I'm sorry we're staying an extra day but we're having just way too much fun."

"It's okay," I replied. "I've been finding ways to keep myself....entertained."

"Okay sweetheart. We'll be home Tuesday—I promise!!" Coleen laughed before the distinct click indicated she'd hung up. I chuckled to myself and sighed then hung up the phone. 

My own weekend had been incredible, well, Saturday night at least. No one could ever tell me that I wasn't daring or adventurous ever again. And I didn't even feel like a slut for having done it. I may have had Paul been the last one to touch me, but somehow Chase had made me feel good about it all again, gave me reason to file the experience away as a good one. The only thing troubling me about it was Darren.

It was Sunday afternoon and I was lounging on the veranda staring at the magnificent beach view, pretending to read although really my mind was just continually returning to Darren. I'd wanted him from the first minute I'd opened that door and of all the men last night I ever wanted to see again, it was him and he was gone like a puff of smoke on a breeze.

The knock at the door followed by the doorbell shook me out of my thoughts and I rose, straightened my sundress then went to answer the door. I shouldn't have been surprised to see Darren—it seemed almost obvious a possibility-- yet I was surprised.

"Darren...hi..." I blinked at him. 

"You got a minute...?" he asked softly, his face somehow serious though he wore a smile.

I stepped back and gestured for him to come in, "yeah sure...what is it? Is it about last night? Because I swear I didn't go there intending to do any of that—and I'm not even the kind of person who normally would--"

"Last night was amazing," he interrupted. "I...I mean at first I was shocked and I wasn't sure I was comfortable with you offering to—but when I saw my brother's face...that's what I'd wanted for him. Truth is I really hate Rhianna. Always have. She's uptight and bossy, high maintenance type of woman that drags John around by his credit cards."

"Wait..." I wrinkled my brow. "you want me to split up your brother and his fiance? I'm not interested in him at all. I jus--"

"No...no, Dahlia," Darren shook his head. "I just wanted him to enjoy himself is what I was trying to say...before ten years have gone by and she suddenly decides its time to divorce him. You know?"

I blushed and sat on the arm of the sofa, looking up at him. "Okay. You're welcome then..?"

He stepped closer and touched my cheek, a tingle running along my skin. "I never thought I'd say this...but what you did last night was the sexiest thing I've ever seen...and I...." He drew a deep, shaky breath. "I was really tempted to act inappropriately—which is why I had to go upstairs when you started to cum....my god it was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen."

Heat flashed through me. No one had ever spoken to me that way before but his words stuck in my mind. Tempted to act inappropriately. Lifting my blue eyes to his green ones I murmured, "oh...so you're in a relationship then..."

"No—not even close. I've not been with anyone for nearly two years, actually." He shook his head. "No its just...you had your rules and I didn't want to ask you to break them special for me—if I just propositioned you I'd have done what I promised not to, not to allow the others to do to you....what went on was of your own volition. I wasn't going to treat you like a prostitute."

"Oh..." my heart lightened as I realized that he'd not rejected me so much as wanted me to himself.

"So can we do dinner tonight?" he asked in seriousness. "You know...a proper date. I'm not paying you to sleep with me...we'll just have dinner."

Still stunned I nodded my head and tugged an errant lock of red hair back from my face. "Well...I'm a really good cook, so...why don't you come back here at say...um...eight?"

"I'll be here," he smiled that dashing smile. Bending forward he brought his lips toward me. I thought he meant to kiss my lips but his mouth, instead, pressed lightly to my cheek. "You're amazing..." he whispered and then before I could recover my wits, he'd left.

That night, I made a mouth-watering orange-teriaki chicken with grilled asparagus and curry cous-cous. I filled my glass with the sparkling rose wine and regarded my reflection in the sliding glass door. My black sheath dress was a soft, stretchy fabric that hugged my delicate curves and accentuated my height and coloring giving me a striking appearance. My hair was loosely pinned in a pile of strategically disheveled waves, slinky silver chain dripping from my ear lobes. My own black fuck-me heels weren't quite as high as Coleen's red ones, but they did their job well enough.

The doorbell rang and I opened it to find Darren in slacks and a light South American linen shirt. Against his tanned skin the pale fabric looked sexy, thin enough that I could see his muscles beneath its drape. He looked me over as I set my wine glass aside and graciously accepted the flowers he'd brought. No man had ever bought me flowers.

We made it three paces inside the door to the stairs, my skirt lifted about my hips and his lips on my neck before the door finished closing with a slam. Laying my head back onto the living room floor, I gasped in arousal as he easily slipped his fingers inside me and purred with triumph, "mmm, no panties..."

His other hand slid the top of my dress down from my breasts freeing them, then masterfully undid the clasp of my bra. I felt Darren's mouth wrap around my nipple, suckling and nipping. Straining only slightly to reach him, I undid his belt and pants, slipping them off over his firm buttocks then carefully working to slide his boxer briefs off as well. Sitting back on his knees, he freed himself, then careful not to be too rough, bent over me slipping his fully erect penis between my already wet folds and lubricating it well. Positioning his cock, he pushed into me, my hips having no where to go as the stairs prevented them from moving. Though I knew I'd likely have bruises tomorrow, I didn't care, wrapping my legs about him as Darren ground down into me, plunging balls deep with every thrust.

My juices ran down my inner thigh between my ass cheeks, the tickle only adding to my arousal. Bracing myself on the stairs I pushed back at him with all the strength and power I could, my legs pulling him to me. Finally our impassioned fucking culminated as I arched my back, screaming out with pleasure, Darren following soon after, bent over me as his filled me with his cum. The warm jet only added more lubrication which he made use of, not relenting even then. His hands held my hips as he continued a slower more rhythmic pumping determined to make more of this moment. One hand lifted from my hip to my breast where he massaged and gently pinched at my nipple. A second wave of pleasure blinded me, my muscles spasming and clenching so tightly around him that he grunted and moaned, "oh fuck yeah..."

As I trembled and melted beneath him into a puddle, Darren leaned over me kissing first each breast, then my lips deeply and fully. I held to him tightly then as he drew back and looked in my eyes I smiled. Darren smiled back then, smoothing a hand over my unmussed hair he murmured, "So....hi."



California Afternoon



The offshore breeze is a cool caress on sun-warmed skin, carrying with it a tang of salt. You've spent the day playing tour guide, and while the sun won't be down for a couple hours yet, you're headed back to his hotel out of necessity; he wasn't paying attention to where he was walking, and managed to soak his shoes in a fountain. He said it was because you were too distracting for him to notice a large fountain, then exaggeratedly ran his eyes up and down your body. That felt almost as nice as his broad hand on your back as you moved through the light crowd; a constant light touch, an occasional caress, warm breath on your ear and neck as he leaned over to whisper a comment in your ear. It was thrilling, to be seduced again; even though you knew what was happening, you let it steal into your thoughts.

You glance at the mirror before getting into the right lane. You've both been talking without saying much of anything, but you didn't notice until now how he's been looking at you. A smile plays across his lips as he leans against the seat, his eyes watching your lips. You laugh, saying "What?" in the midst of the giggle, self-conscious, and he keeps giving that grin, just saying "Nothin'" as he continues to drink in the sight, the presence, of you.

It's a bit brighter as you get out of the car in the hotel parking lot he gives a muffled curse as he puts his bare foot down on the blacktop, then reluctantly puts on his wet shoe and squelches to your side, offering you the crook of an elbow to rest your hand on. Once you're safely in the shade, he doffs his wet shoe, carrying it, dripping, across the foyer to the elevators. One of his long fingers stabs the button for the seventh floor, and the doors slide closed. His free arm slides around your waist, pulling you close, hand resting on your thigh. He bends to whisper in your ear "Whatever would we do if the elevator got stuck?" and you become aware that his thumb is caressing the top of your thigh as he breathes in your ear "Think we could find something to do while they spent an hour or two fixing it?" The door dings open on the seventh floor, then and he traces your hip and waist to rest his hand on the small of your back, leading you off to the left and his room.

Once inside, he goes to the balcony doors with a view of the hills, opening them up and placing his dripping sock and shoe on the table. He hops for a moment, taking off the other shoe, then uses it to prop the door open. "Won't take but a minute" and he walks to the drawers taking out a fresh sock, and a different pair of shoes from beneath the dresser. He sits on the bed and strips off the remaining sock, chatting about the breeze and the things you saw today. You can't help but tease him about missing the rather large fountain. "Good thing that didn't happen at La Brea... the tar would've been a bitch to get out." You sit down next to him as he puts on one sock, and lean comfortably against his shoulder. He forgoes the other sock, reaching over to take your hand. You look at him quizzically, and he bends to kiss your palm, your wrist, your forearm, his body leaning across yours as his kisses work their way up your arm to your shoulder, your collar, your neck. You can feel your breathing catch, the almost butterfly touch of his lips, and the touch of his close hand, running up your thigh from knee to waist. When his kisses reach your lips, you lean into it, pulling yourself in front of, then laying on top of, him, his hands roaming up the backs of your thighs, dragging the hem of your skirt higher with them. You lay atop him, giving him the kiss he had been hinting at all afternoon, his hands loosening your shirt, unbuttoning the back clasp of your skirt, and sliding down the zipper. You sit up, a grin on your face, and one of his hands uncups your your butt to move a strand of hair out of your eyes. You can see him want, feel him pulse with need for you beneath him. He starts to sit up, but you place a finger in the middle of his chest to keep him down. He's breathing so hard at the sight of you, and you hear it catch when you pull your shirt up, over your head. As you shake your hair free, you feel him trace your body from shoulder to hip with one hand. Your skirt is bunched around your waist as you straddle him, but he guides you up his torso to straddle his head. His breath, so deep and careful, teases your thighs as his fingers tug at your panties, moving them to the side to allow him to gently caress you with his breath, his tongue. You can feel yourself start to breath faster as you straighten above him, one hand back on his chest to keep upright, the other on top of his head. You start to rock in time with his movements, letting the clasp of his hand on your buttock keep you steady.

He explores your lips gently, teasing the nub as he moves deeper. First he gently strokes near it, then around it, then presses deep into the well with a tongue that responds to your wants; you're unsure if you're telling him what to do, or he's simply knowing from the clasp of your hand on his head. You can feel his greed for you in his hands on your butt and back, his insistent tongue, his own moans of pleasure as they vibrate through you. You reach to touch yourself, caressing your own breasts and neck, letting the tide of feeling wash through you, rising ever higher. The flush of your skin started at your neck and loins but now suffuses your entire body, a warm glow across your skin that counterpoints to the heat in your blood and the gentle kiss of the breeze. The feel of your skirt on the tops of your thighs, his own shirt on their backs, and the tug of panties moved rather than removed leave you feeling even more needed... he couldn't even wait for you to be undressed to have at your body... to touch you there, to explore every inch of you. The tide of your pleasure peaks, then crests, then collapses like a wave upon the shore. Your body shakes, clenches, arches, and only his hands keep you upright as he continues to taste you. He clasps your body with his forearms, keeping you up, keeping you feeling, until the touch of his tongue is so exquisite it's painful. You hear a cry from your own throat, and throw yourself sideways to escape the overload of his attentions.

You lay panting on the bed, half-dressed, your skirt around your waist and your shoes still on. Your bra was lost sometime in the middle of it... thank God for front clasps, and you're not sure if you took your shirt off or if it simply burned off of you. He crawls up next to you, always in contact... a light caress on your calf, a touch on your thigh, a kiss on your hip, a tracing of your breast. Aftershocks run through you, making you shudder with new joy, closing your eyes as his lips touch yours, his tongue parts your lips and caresses your teeth. Your own hands are not idle, opening the fly of his shorts, tugging his shirt up and out of the way. You feel him, so hard it seems he will burst, then feel his moan in your mouth. His cock has the heaviness of one that is begging for release, and the wet tip of one that is nearing explosion. You stroke it gently, feeling its length bob and pulse as you slide your fingers from tip to base and back again. He takes a deep and shuddering breath, which gives way to deep, heaving pants as you continue to tease him. You know you can't do this long without him losing control, so you take the convenient handle and turn him onto his back. Once again you straddle his head, but now face his feet, gripping his member with one hand, teasing it with fingers and tongue. You gasp in appreciation as he returns his attentions to you, panties worked past your thighs to puddle at your knees and be slipped behind his head. You both employ tongue and hands with great industry, urging the other to greater pleasure, daring the other to be the one who climaxes first. It is no contest, really; while you are further along, he's not far behind, and hasn't had a release. You get only the cry of "OH GOD, IT'S HERE" before he erupts in your mouth, his back arching, his hands forcing your bottom down and your wetness to his mouth. His tongue shoves into you, his hands hold onto you for dear life, and your own body begins to shake as you come on top of him again.

You pant on top of him, your head pillowed on his thigh. It is only a few moments before he begins to stir, touching and tasting parts still too sensitive to bear any more. You see his cock jump groggily, gradually growing hard and hungry again. You both move to the side, and you turn around to face him... both to continue your kisses from earlier and to cease the attentions on you before you can recover. The kisses are full and deep, both of you testing each other's boundaries, and inviting your own to be tested. You feel his hardness against your thighs, and know that he's ready for round three. You reach down to grasp him, to hold him back a moment, and feel the throb of his need in the palm of your hand. He pushes himself up, then on top of you. You open yourself to him, and cry out as he enters you, pushing deep as you cross your ankles behind his thighs.

He holds himself above you, stroking himself in and out of you with a forced measure... you can tell he's controlling himself only with great effort, with a look of pleasure that spreads across his face, the subtle grunt at the base of each stroke. You encourage him, lifting your thighs to wrap around his hips, your heels on his butt, your hands around his neck. As the tide of sensation grows with in you, you hear yourself whispering to him, filthy encouragements and descriptions of how it feels and how much you love what he's doing to you. He moans in response, crashing his mouth into yours for a passionate kiss, his cock still pulsing as it pushes deep inside. As your own passion rises, you dig your fingers into his back, your breath shuddering through you Every part of you is on fire, your skin so tight it feels like you're going to explode in the next instant... then you push farther, and the shuddering locks your body in a tight arch, a scream ripping from your body. He thrusts twice more, hard enough that it would hurt had your body not been beyond that, your mind floating in a sea of pleasure; you're vaguely aware of him crying out in pleasure, feel him collapse on top of you only as a warm, comforting, weight.

He rolls off to the side, still inside you as you both lay on the bed, panting and touching, a light sheen of sweat over both of your bodies. A cool breeze blows through the still-open patio door, raising goosebumps wherever he doesn't touch you. His fingertips trail fire across you, but the tracks cool in the breeze. You lean forward, brushing his lips with yours, a kiss that would seem chaste were you not still intimately intertwined. He pulses inside you, slow... the feeling of one who is sated. His hips move a little, teasing you with the slightest of movements within you. You gasp and smile at him, then throw your leg over his hip and push him on his back, sitting astride him, not letting him slip out of you. With a smile, you ride him for a moment, letting the gentle motions send waves through you both. His hands are on your hips, but you keep him from controlling the motion; you're in charge of this part, and won't let him run things completely. You move his hands to your breasts; large and strong, with long, clever fingers, they begin to squeeze and tug at your nipples, engorged from the pleasures you've had so far. You speed yourself up as he moves one hand down to your hip, his thumb brushing against your clit, his other hand holding your left breast, pinching and tugging until your body gives a soft, relaxing, sigh... all the orgasm you have left at the moment. You let your body rest against his hands for a moment, then lay full flush atop him, letting your body come down from the high. Each little movement of his hands, or caress of his cock as it shrinks out of you, sends ripples of pleasure through you. At some point, you drift off to sleep, still pressed atop him.

You wake to broad hands on your back and buttocks, and lips nipping at your neck and ears. From the look of the shadow on the mountain, the sun is well on its way to down; you estimate that you've gotten a couple hours of nap, but are still fuzzy on how long your previous games lasted. "Up, now. We need to clean up before dinner." You feel his voice rumble through his chest, against your cheek, and sit up, languidly trailing a hand down his chest as you do so. He grins up at you, and you can feel him stirring behind you, his erection brushing your buttocks. Lifting yourself off of him is a little tricky, with legs that feel like spaghetti and the stickiness of dried fluids between you, but you manage to stand up and walk to the restroom. A quick sit, then you climb into the shower to clean off, the hot water running down your body. You hear the door open, the toilet splash, and the lid close, but no flush. He then slides around the curtain, that grin plastered across his face as he looks over your wet, naked body. You flush a bit, and not just from the heat of the water... it's the heat of his eyes as they roam across you from toe to brow, then locking again in your eyes. He steps forward, stoops a half-second to retrieve the soap, and wraps his arms around you. You feel the heat of the water pound your back as his hands massage the soap into your skin. Your nipples press into his skin as your breasts compress against him. His erection twitches against you; no longer tautly erect, it still struggles to attention, hungry despite its earlier satiation. You look up to find him gazing down, then exchange kisses in the heat and pulse of the shower, testing and teasing each other's tongues, tantalizing tastes as you twine together.

He steps slightly back, gripping the shower rail with one hand, the other on your bottom to steady himself as he lowers himself down to his knees. With a gentle command, he parts your thighs, your feet now braced against the side of the tub. He scrubs your legs and buttocks, the water that runs down your back taking away the suds as soon as he makes them. He places your hands on his shoulders and, one at a time, cleans and massages your feet. That finished, he looks up at you, again crooking that grin. Your hands are still on his shoulders, your back clean, water now coursing over your shoulders to run in streams across your chest. The grin decides you, and you pull him closer, his head burying in your thighs. You gasp, in spite of being ready for it, as his tongue snakes out and teases your clit. His hands clutch at your bottom as he throws himself into tasting you, smelling you, exploring you again and again, like a book that always provides new delights. It takes you time to rise to it, his earlier ministrations having been so thorough, but your breath comes quicker, your head lolls back, and your fingers twine in his hair, the other hand gripping tightly on the shower rail. Tongue and fingers and breath and teeth and water and fingers and heat and tongue and breath and moans of pleasure wind around your body until everything combines in a long, full-body shudder that has you grasping his head for balance, his arms holding you upright, lest you collapse.

You rest against him, almost sobbing, barely able to breathe, your legs unable to support you. Carefully, you feel him stand, turning you to lean against him, back to his belly, his erection now full and nestled against your cheeks. His caresses run down the front of your body, outlining breasts and nipples, stroking belly and ribs, ruffling your pubic hair before tickling your thighs. Your body shudders again as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, kissing you hard as you pant against him. You pull your hips away, reaching behind you to grasp him, thickly throbbing. You begin to stroke him, slowly, firmly, his mouth now on yours, his fingertips dancing across the skin of your belly, breasts, and thighs. You feel yourself draw strength from the cock in your hand, your legs growing steadier, your body thrumming like a tight-draw bow. You feel him breathing harder and harder, until a ragged voice tells you to bend forward. You smile, knowing that you've brought him to a point where he has almost the barest fringe of control. You release him, pushing your hips back against him before you slowly bend from the waist, your heat rubbing against him the whole way down. You grasp the soap dish handle in front of you, feeling his hands on your hips, his legs shift as he finds the angle...

He sinks his shaft into your passage in a single, passionate, lunge, his hips pushing hard against yours. He pulls back and slams forward again, trusting your arms to take up the force, keeping you from hitting the wall as he fills you again and again. The length, the hunger, the need of you both almost overwhelms you, and you can feel your knees giving way. His arm wraps around your waist, keeping you upright, and he slides out of you, turning you about to crash his mouth into yours, lifting you up and bracing you against the wall before plunging into you again. You look over his shoulder as he supports you against the wall, slamming into you again and again, his fingers gripping your thighs as he withdraws and plunges into your sex. Your orgasm crashes down around you and you grab onto him with all you have, fingernails digging into his back, heels into his buttocks, teeth into his shoulders hard enough to leave a salty, coppery taste in your mouth. His back arches as he makes a final, desperate thrust, spending himself so completely that you fear he'll fall, taking you with him.

Swaying unsteadily, he rests for a moment, pressed up against you. Then, with a reluctant sigh, he pulls back and out. You two shower together, then, gently testing and teasing, but nothing more; there's barely energy for that much. Afterwards, you towel each other off, a gentle massage with terrycloth, before dressing and, by mutual consent, going no farther than the hotel restaurant. A warm, contented glow suffuses your body, and the two of you are seldom out of contact the entire evening; a gentle touch, a stroke of the cheek, a hand on a hand. Dinner ends late, and you ride the elevator to his room, no change of clothes with you, but enjoying the thought of an evening simply laying together, touching and talking, until the both of you fall asleep.

And, you think with a bit of a mischievous grin, waking up next to each other, well-rested for tomorrow.



California Caning!



(Blowing in the winds of most beaches and creeks the weed from Europe grows called the California cane! At one point it was used for constructing adobe homes it is now considered a nuisance weed choking the riverbeds and creeks of California. Leave it to devious kinky minds to find a use for this weed for BDSM play! A simple snap of a single branch and stripping off the leaves can give a dominate woman a green opportunity to inflict punishment in just a few moments on her surprised slave. The art of California caning is a more sensual way to punish because the cane is lighter weight and thinner in diameter. Unlike English caning which can be quite painful causing damaging cuts and is over with in seconds, a California cane is lighter weight which enables the Mistress the opportunity to tease with lighter strokes for a warm-up. She can then work her way into delivering stinging painful blows once her slave is fully seduced into the caning. The lighter cane gives Mistress the ability to increase the amount of strokes and provide new areas to whip such as the back and shoulders rather than just the buttocks. I hope you enjoyed this story about my first California caning!)

Part of my job as serving my Mistress/wife as her 24/7 husband/submissive was to keep our femdom relationship fresh with a new ideas for BDSM play. Just like any vanilla couple lovemaking gets a little stale if you use the same position all the time. The same holds for a domme/sub relationship thirsting for new ideas for Mistress to explore and play with her sub. In the early eighties things were more in the closet where a couple couldn't openly disclose their kinky desires. The Internet was still ten years away so rather than sharing ideas with people we did a lot of reading collecting stories from adult magazines. We knew we were not the only couple into playing these games but in those days no one discussed or talked about it openly.

We had read about English caning in adult magazines but the thought of giving me six to twelve welts with a cane quickly disenchanted my wife who believes that physical punishment should be done over a longer period of time. My wife also believes that this type of caning would damage me taking to long to recover. Preferring to give my bottom constant attention she believes I need discipline at least three times a week. She loves to use straps and leather paddles making my rear sore but not black and blue enables her to punish me whenever she wished including several hours later if she chose. My wife then started wondering what if she had a thinner wispier cane enabling her to whip for a longer period of time without causing damage. We had been going to the beach many times eying the wild cane fields in the creek and riverbeds innocently waving at us. We always thought it would be the perfect place for making love hidden among cane.

My wife turned towards me remembering that the Ventura River near the beach that we liked to sun bathe was full of cane where we could hide in and also experiment with our first caning. Postponing plans for giving me a whipping my wife wanted to have my rear end unblemished so that she could see how the stripes from the thinner cane would mark my behind. Both of us were so excited we ended up 69ing to orgasm. After I came in her hot mouth my wife feed me a fresh mouthful of gooey semen in a wet sticky French kiss. My wife wanted to go to Ventura in the morning so that we could nude sunbathe in the cane before the whipping.

My wife was more excited than myself because I was one that was going to get the whipping. I had no idea what a caning was going to feel like or how intense it was going to be. I knew that when it came to giving me a strapping or a paddling my wife never showed any mercy making sure my bare bottom was sore for several days afterwards. I nervously asked my wife if she was really going to give me a hard whipping. She actually started laughing reminding me I already know her ways explaining that I'm at least several days overdue for a good whipping. Sternly warning me I had better rest my sorry ass tonight because by tomorrow afternoon she was going to make sure it was nice and sore. My wife did promise that the whipping would be nothing like English caning with only six to twelve cuts because this method didn't make it for her. For her she wanted to stretch it out to at least 100 licks with far less intensity guaranteeing I would be sweating and crying out a lot longer.

To take my mind off the whipping we went down to the pool for a swim and afterwards took a sauna. We like being naked in the sauna so we could play with each other. My wife loved the challenge of getting me hard in the 106° sauna. She never failed! This time my wife felt even nastier and started sucking my cock in the sauna making me watch the window for unwanted people. We just discovered snowballing and I could tell by the way she was sucking me that she wanted me to come in her mouth so she could feed it back to me in an intimate kiss. I was beyond the point of thinking about it and started filling her mouth full of semen for the second time today. Smiling she placed her lips over mine holding the back of my head and fed me another load of my come in less than an hour. I actually enjoyed this form of intimacy in sharing my come which made us closer. My wife had not finished spitting my sperm into my mouth when things quickly changed.

I could see people coming into the pool area so I gave my wife a signal tapping her shoulder. We both quickly put on our robes but my wife's mouth was shut slowly swallowing the rest of my come. I kissed her again willing to share more sperm with her. The couple came in the room catching us kissing again looked embarrassed but asked if it was OK to join us.. My wife broke the kiss with some sticky fluids on her lips said in a straight voice telling them it's too hot in here for my husband and I we need to leave and go take a shower. It definitely was too hot as I took a deep breath my body still sweating from the sucking rather than the dry heat. I'd definitely needed a shower to cool off. I think my wife needed to get hotter because her pussy was soaked longing for my mouth to pleasure her.

On the short walk back to the condo my wife kept giggling knowingly we just about got caught. The aftertaste of my semen continued squirming down our throats giving us both sexual messages to continue our lovemaking. My wife giving me an elbow in the side told me that I owe her one. Back in the house we took a quickie shower together and ended up in bed. My wife spent all of her time on her back with her legs spread wide. I ducked under the sheets servicing her pussy with my mouth giving her multiple orgasms. She never touched my cock again that night wanting me nice and horny for my first caning. 

I woke up in the morning with pubic hair tickling my nose. My wife had straddled my face awakening me by sitting on my mouth. Licking her to an explosive morning orgasm my wife pushed her thumb nail into the head of my cock causing me to immediately lose my piss hard on. Insisting we hurry up take a shower and go out to breakfast my wife was definitely excited about trying out a new whipping technique. On my way to the shower my wife's final answer about the intensity of the caning was that she definitely was going to give me a memorable whipping that I will never forget. We quickly got cleaned up and drove down to Ventura harbor to the favorite local dive for breakfast. Both of us started giggling sitting next to all these vanilla people who had no idea why we're down here. No one knew we were BDSM tourist in disguise!

It was about 10:30 AM and we finished breakfast so we decided to drive to the beach nearby and find a good place to play. Grabbing a cooler with drinks and food from the trunk along with our beach blanket we left the car for the beach. Both of us knew that when we returned we would have experienced a new way of discipline which was quite exciting for us both. It was a nice sunny day perfect for getting a tan and tanning my rear end with a freshly cut cane My wife gave my ass a pinch reminding me that when we get back to the car it's going to be striped and very sore. Together carrying all of our stuff we walked by plenty of unexpected sun worshipers in various modes of undress. It was a public beach but there was the usual number of brave women going topless hidden amongst the rocks in the beginning of the cane hiding their beautiful tanned breasts. We even passed a couple where the young coed was on top of her boyfriend topless passionately kissing and humping his erection through their thin suits. My wife whispered in my ear that she was going to make him come any second. 

Following the trail into the cane field we received dirty looks from a lesbian couple near the trail because we interrupted their foreplay. My wife actually apologized telling them we won't be back for several hours so have fun. We should've had a machete to get through the cane it was so thick but I wanted to make sure we were far enough back so that we wouldn't be discovered. We knew people were watching us go into the cane knowing their dirty minds were thinking we were going to hide in there and start fucking. Fucking was the last thing on my wife's mind. She could do that any time at home but today her mind was set on giving both of us one hell of a rush cutting my cheery ass with the California cane. As we hiked farther and farther back into the privacy of cover I knew that it would be inevitable I would never come back out of here without having my bare flesh crisscrossed with stripes.

We finally reached a clearing big enough for our blanket surrounded by nothing but cane. We were at least several hundred feet from anyone listening and definitely no one could see a thing unless a satellite was watching. My wife figured that our circle was good enough knowing that if someone was listening to the caning they would be too embarrassed to report it. At home my wife always opens the sliding glass door in our bedroom before she gives me a strapping. We're on the third floor with neighbors everywhere. On some Saturday afternoons they are all home with their windows open. I don't know how many times they have heard my wife giving me a long intense razor strap whipping with not only the strap singing off my bare flesh but listening to my cries. No one has ever complained and I'm sure all the women are proud of my wife for whipping me and the guys are too embarrassed to admit they deserve the same thing. Nervously smiling at each other we both decided that we're far enough away from civilization so we could be as nasty as we wanted under the sun.

Neatly placing the blanket in the middle of the clearing we organized everything on it and sat down. My wife told me to get naked in her most dominant gruff voice. Giving me a nasty smile she stripped off her top leaving only her bikini bottoms which barely covered her pussy. Seeing my huge erection when I slipped off my shorts my wife promised me that my cock was not going to get any attention until I suffered through my first caning because she wanted me nice and horny during the whipping.

Tossing me the sunscreen my wife told me to start rubbing it all over her which took my mind off my cock. I started massaging her all over with sunscreen since we were going to be here for awhile and I definitely didn't want her to get burned. My wife was a tall brunette with long legs that I adored especially when they are wrapped around me when we are making love. I was so turned I wanted to jump on top of her rip off her bikini bottom and give her a good screwing. Now with her stern verbal restriction my only option was stroking my cock with one hand and massaging her with the other fantasizing about pushing it in her forbidden pussy. With a wife as strict as mine I learned to control my self stimulation stroking just enough to keep myself excited. As long as I'm doing it in front of her and I am not wasting my seed, it is a turn on for her. She knows she definitely has me by the balls knowing she is in charge of my seminal emissions. Looking back and watching me play with myself she severely warned me about having an accident because I definitely would be getting kicked in the balls several times. I actually removed my hand out of fear of making a dire mistake.

My wife allowed me to straddle her hips allowing me to hump the crack of her ass as I massaged her shoulders. She told me to enjoy myself because that was as close as I was going to get to screwing her pussy today. Finally she grew bored of teasing rolling over so that we could be a little more intimate. Grabbing me by my neck she pulled my lips to hers spending the next ten minutes French kissing me. I love exchanging tongues taking turns sucking them like cocks. We also love using the tips of our tongues to stimulate each other mouths especially tickling the roofs of our mouths which are quite sensitive. At the same time I snaked my cock between her legs slowly sliding up and down simulating intercourse. She helped by squeezed my erection tightly with her thighs drenching her pussy lips under the thin material of her suit with pre-come. My wife broke our intimate kiss telling me she is in the mood for some tongue worshiping. Lifting her butt off the blanket she pulled the string on one side of her panties yanking them off. Holding the sticky side over my mouth she ordered me to start licking off my pre-come. I couldn't believe my nasty wife was forcing me to do this but I obeyed. Once my tongue was sticky my wife pulled my mouth to hers giving me a long sensuous French kiss sucking the come off my tongue. When she broke the kiss she told me to cut her two nice 4ft. long switches. 

Walking over to the cane with a huge erection my wife told me I would get no relief of my full balls on the beach today which would be part of my punishment. I carefully selected two perfect canes. I told myself I must be crazy voluntarily participating by cutting too beautiful canes from this totally innocent plant. I knew that shortly I would be bent over and crying out from the painful inflections they can produce. Slowly I stripped off all the leaves and outer bark trying to remove all the places that could cut my flesh. Snapping them off until they were about 4ft. long I felt quite proud having selected my first set of switches for my Mistress. I even tried them out giving them a few swings listening to them swishing through the air making the flesh on my ass cringe at the thought of getting whipped with this snappy cane. I also tested them to see if they would break in two swishing them back and forth rapidly finding them perfectly resilient to give a good caning. Almost reluctantly I walked over to my wife who had a nasty smile on her face carrying my own instruments of demise.

I presented them to my wife with open hands. Happily taking them from me she immediately commented that they were quite light weight. Mistress then started switching them through the air telling me it's not going to be a problem to discipline me with this type of switch. My wife told me she was so excited about the switch she wanted to give me a practice caning immediately. Ordering me to bend over and touch my knees she selected a cane and stood behind me. It was a beautiful sunny day we could hear the wind blowing the tops of the cane which were gently moving and swaying innocently above us. We also heard the constant roar of the ocean along with the gulls squealing above us. We could also hear the cries of children playing in the surf not more than a couple hundred yards away. Yet we were quite alone hidden among the cane in our own magic circle. My wife didn't care about my cries because no one would know where the cries were coming from. She told me even if they heard me no one would come to my rescue until she was finished caning my ass.

Reminding me to hold still or I may get my balls whipped I look behind me as she raised her cane high in the air. My belly felt sickened and the hair on the back of my neck fearfully rose up and my muscles in my rear tightened. The first snap of the cane seared the top of my cheeks giving me my first taste of the stinging blow. I was getting stung so fast I didn't cry out until after the fourth lick. Mistress coordinated the stripes by whipping from the top of my cheeks all the way down to my knees. Each stripe felt like a bee sting which burned long after it marked on my flesh. It definitely did not cause the punishment that a thicker cane would but it caused me to give my full attention to my Mistress who continued to enjoy caning me. Commenting on my cries during the caning Mistress said that I took it better than the strap guaranteeing that during the real caning after lunch she was going to use a gag when she wails me good.

The sting of the cane was not a damaging blow to the muscle tissue rather a stinging slash to the upper layer of skin making my sensitive nerves cry out in surprise. Ending with the 30th blow right across the back of my knees almost knocking me over, Mistress gave me a quick uppercut with the cane slapping my balls so hard they immediately went numb making me painfully crying out. My wife started giggling telling me that it certainly was a great idea for her but maybe not so great of an idea for me since I was the one that was going to suffer from her canings. Giving me one more hard stripe across the center of my cheeks causing me to jump she ordered me to get lunch ready. As soon as I handed her a sandwich, a soft drink, and some fruit she told me she wanted me to eat my lunch lying naked on my belly. This was to get my partially striped bottom nice and red from the sun before the real caning begins. 

Before my wife started eating she opened her legs pointing to her dripping pussy telling me that I could have her for lunch instead of a dry sandwich. Keeping my tongue busy my wife enjoyed her food and my forever loving tongue at the same time. Stroking my hair she told me she usually doesn't enjoy sex on the beach but her first taste of using a cane really turned her on. She told me that just by the quick snap of the wrist which takes no energy at all she could get me to squeal like a girl. With this new method of caning she could be whipping me all day long without breaking the flesh or making her sweat. This type of punishment can not only tease and tantalize she could easily give me an intense caning for a good ten minutes without causing permanent damage just like she fantasized. My tongue was hitting all the right places and my wife was getting turned on fantasizing about whipping me again. Placing both of her hands on the back of my head forcing my mouth into pussy she almost cut off my breath. She started climaxing rubbing her pussy up and down so hard it was bruising my lips. Her cries from coming were even louder than my cries from the caning almost like the squeal of the seagulls above.

Pushing my mouth away from her pussy because it was too sensitive to keep licking my wife thanked me for doing her such a great favor. Taking her discarded bikini bottoms she began rubbing them into her pussy until they were nice and soaked with her juices. Telling me to open my mouth she quickly pushed inside for a makeshift gag. Order in me to keep lying naked on my belly she picked up another cane positioning herself on my left side slightly behind my buttocks. Reminding me to keep my legs together or lose my balls she started smacking me with her freshly cut switch. This time from the very beginning she had me crying out into the gag. Each time I bit down I could taste more and more of her pussy juices which kept me interested in her pussy rather than my burning flesh. Increasing the intensity of the whipping at least five fold Mistress made sure that every stripe burned into my memory so that I would never forget this moment. All I could do was to continue squirming helplessly on the blanket keeping my hands above my head and my legs together protecting my balls but I was totally at her mercy. My sun burned cheeks cried out with every single strike.




California Caning!



Mistress actually had a smile on her face reminding me that I'm way overdue for good whipping having postponed several whippings at home for this very hour. I was squirming around so much Mistress had to sit on my shoulders striking downwards crisscrossing all the previous stripes. I was bouncing and squirming so much she could hardly sit down. All I could do was moan into the gag and with her back to my head she could care less whether not I was in pain. If anyone knew my body Mistress understood every way to cause pain and squeeze every last nerve ending to cry out to the max. Mistress even started whipping and pinching the welts afterwards causing me to cry out even louder. She kept boasting over and over again how much she enjoyed whipping me with the cane. Once I was crisscrossed from the top of my bottom all the way down to my calves she pulled her panty gag from my mouth giving me time to cry out and take several deep breaths. Finally she stood up making me think she was finished. Instead she ordered me to stand up and place my hands on top of my head. Quickly crying real tears I stood up placing my hands on my head.

Before I realized Mistress was whipping my back crisscrossing my bare flesh with red snapping blows leaving thin lines behind mercilessly marking me with welts almost taking my breath away. After 40 blows she tossed the cane down to the blanket taking her time walking around and around inspecting her handiwork. I was quite shaken my body actually felt like it was in shock, my heart raced, I was very pale and sweaty, and I was crying out of control. My wife calling me a sniveling little bitch forcibly pushed me downward ordering me to kneel. 

Standing behind me stroking my hair she told me she was quite proud of me taking such a hard caning so she was going to give me something to cool myself off. Suddenly I felt a hot jet of golden fluids splashing all over my shoulders down my back and ass cheeks. Wherever the urine flooded a welt it increased the burning sensation. Yet the sterile fluid washed away any chance of infections from the cane. Strolling like a cocky male she walked in front of me ordering me to open wide forcing her pussy into my mouth demanding I clean her with my tongue. I was quite thirsty from all of crying out yet the pungent ammonia taste of her golden fluids was not quenching my thirst. Sensing this, Mistress made it even worse by pissing down my throat forcing me to swallow a full mouthful of her golden champagne. Pulling away she slapped me coarsely across the face telling me I should be more than grateful for even a drink of her own precious fluids. Pulling my face back into her crotch she ordered me to open my mouth squirting another swallow down my throat. When she felt me sucking her pee hole she gratefully gave me more. Finally when her bladder was empty I began licking her clean. I could feel her rubbing her clitoris signaling me to start licking. Mistress was so turned it didn't take her long and she had a screaming orgasm under the golden sun.

Pulling away seeing my face smeared with her juices she just smiled telling me the only reason why I'm redeemed from another face slapping was from my skilled oral talents. Looking down she saw my stiff erection and immediately gave me a kick in the balls reminding me that part of my discipline would be orgasm denial for the next three days. She warned me that if she saw me even touch my cock she would make chopped meat out of it whipping my cock with her cane instead of my bare ass. I would be spending my time licking her crotch and practicing being her human potty. Opening the bottled water she had several sips telling me the only thing that I would have to drink for the rest of the afternoon is from her goddess cup between her legs. 

Demanding a massage she lay down on the blanket on her belly lewdly moving her hips as if she was being fucked by a phantom lover. She even placed her hand beneath here to continue stimulating her clitoris moaning loudly as she enjoyed turning herself on. Straddling her thighs with my erection inches from her with pussy I was denied entrance as she closed her legs tightly making sure there was no chance of getting inside. I couldn't believe how unscathed her flesh was compared to how my well whipped body felt under the burning sunshine. Mistress was definitely receiving all the pleasure today and I was the benefactor of all her pain. I will never forget the smile on her face as she was beating my body into submission with her freshly cut cane. My back was still feeling itchy as her golden fluids dried as the salts began penetrating my welts. I couldn't wait to get home to take a shower. As I slowly began massaging Mistress she could feel my erection slipping against her body desperate for relief. A constant stream of pre-come drooled onto her legs adding to the massage fluids.

When I finished her back and thighs Mistress rolled over doing a double take with her eyes showing that she was quite excited that I was still so excited. She started laughing saying she didn't know a good hard whipping would get me that turned on promising she will have to do it again as soon as my stripes disappear. Reminding me that part of my discipline was not being able to relieve myself for three days she is going to have to do some things take my mind off all my excitement. She told me a cold dip in the ocean might give me some temporary relief at least until we got home. Giggling again she told me there's nothing against the rules for her to do a little bit of fucking herself. Mistress promised me that after I showered she was going to push me over the pillows and give me a good ass reaming with her favorite cock. It has been several days since I gave you a good buttfucking and today after the whipping I am certainly in a dominant mood for asserting myself even more strongly. Mistress looked me in the eyes smiled and told me her clit was harder than my cock and if it was bigger she would be fucking me right now!

Mistress invited me to start massaging and sucking her breasts and nipples allowing me to use my pre-come on her nipples tweaking them nice and hard. To Mistress using pre-come as a free natural lubricant have many useful purposes. She loves using it for masturbating my shaft getting me nice and hard before she sits on it. When Mistress wants to make herself come she enjoys taking a finger full to stimulate her clitoris smiling at me as she turns herself on with my free fluids. She has also taken a dollop of pre-come lubricating her middle finger so that she could push it up my butthole so she could easily stimulate my prostate gland. The nastiest fun is when she coats her tongue with pre-come and starts sliding her sticky tongue all over my lips before we kiss. Mistress has also grabbed my cockhead using it like a dildo to stimulate her clitoris massaging my glans greased with pre-come around and around her clitoris until she comes. My cock was dripping even more as I thought about all the ways Mistress uses my pre-come. Sensing that I was getting closer and closer to wasting my semen Mistress grabbed my cock placed her teeth around my cockhead biting down so hard I thought she was going to dine on the head. I immediately lost my erection with Mistress giving me another warning that for sure I was going to get a second whipping when I got home.

Giving me that seductive downward push on my shoulders signaling me she was ready for some more oral sex I started licking and kissing my way back into pussy. Once I settled into her crotch Mistress wrapped her legs around my neck as a constant reminder that I was her servant to her oral pleasures. In the privacy of the cane field I treated my wife to another slow licking orgasm. She screamed out without fear of anyone listening almost choking me with her legs scissoring my neck. With her juices in my mouth and all over my face I shared a long lingering French kiss. I've never kissed a woman yet who didn't enjoy tasting her own juices. I often wondered if they fantasize that my mouth is actually a woman's vagina because it definitely tastes the same after I've gone down on her. Even my mustache which may remind women of pubic hair soaked with her fluids so that she can lick and smell them as we're kissing. I can always tell that kissing a woman like this definitely kicks her energy up a notch.

By the time we got up from the blanket my back and ass were completely sunburned which made the welts from the caning sting even more. My wife was completely satisfied from the whipping all the way to her orgasmic relief from my tongue. We decided to leave before someone decided to check up on us knowing that plenty of people watched us entering the cane field from the beach. My wife has decided to wear my shorts because her bikini bottoms were totally drenched with my saliva. Slipping on a tee shirt over my beaten back and my swimsuit over my well whipped bottom made me feel quite uncomfortable to walk back to the car. My wife volunteered to drive so that I could lie on my belly in the back seat.

Taking the short hike out of the cane we reappeared like typical beachgoers only to get nasty stares from the people who saw us disappear into the cane. I was sure several couples saw the welts on my legs and I could tell several women were snickering knowing I certainly got what I deserved. I was actually carrying our two new switches partly proud and partly embarrassed knowing that none of these people could ever possibly guess what we have just done. All the people who fantasized about our lovemaking we're definitely wrong because I still had a lump in my pants that wasn't going to go away for three days. We even didn't care. We had just enjoyed a session on the beach alone under the sun amongst the cane field.

On the way back to the car there was a wall in front of the parking lot that someone had spray painted the words "Benda Over" which was quite appropriate for our session. My wife had me stand in front of the sign taking my picture holding her to new switches. This was quite a memorable picture of me who she bent over and freshly caned!

My wife immediately adopted the switch into our sessions. There was never a time when she didn't pick up the cane even after a long punishing strapping. She enjoyed whipping my red bottom adding more welts over the top of my punished cheeks!.

(I would love to see more couples disappearing into the California cane fields. I want all women to be assertive! Instead of giving in to your inferior male's sexual needs, tell him that you're going to give him a good stripping with the cane and invite him to pleasure you alone leaving him dripping pre-come and frustrated.)