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Kelly

By: mmumbles



It was risky but he couldn't resist. His older sister, Sandy, had brought her room-mate, Shannon, home from college for the weekend. She was sleeping in one of the spare bedrooms and he wanted to check her out. She was a little doll, black hair, pale skin, blue eyes, slender build and friendly. At eighteen, a senior in high school, Dan found the twenty one year old Shannon very attractive.

He darkened the hall and opened the bedroom door. He could hear her breathing evenly, asleep, he hoped. A little light filtered through the curtains and as his eyes adjusted he could make out her form. She was on her back, legs spread, no covers and she was nude! My lucky day, he thought. He crept over to the bed, bent and sniffed at her crotch.

"How does it smell, Danny?"

"Oh my god, Shannon, I'm so sorry."

"Don't be. I don't mind, but tell me how does it smell to you? I haven't cleaned it since early morning."

"It smells wonderful."

"Thank you, Danny, you're sweet. Would you check some other spots for me?"

"My feet." He sniffed.

"My arm-pits." He sniffed.

"My asshole. If you don't want to, it's okay." He sniffed.

"My breath."

He put his nose by her open mouth and breathed in as she slowly exhaled.

"Well?"

"It all smelled good to me, Shannon."

"Sandy is always complaining about odors. Have you ever snuck into her room and smelled her?"

He felt himself flush.

"No, just her used panties out of the clothes hamper."

His mouth was near hers. He wondered if he should kiss her.

"What are you doing?"

It was Sandy. He froze.

Shannon answered, "He was just doing me a favor. Relax, Sandy."

Shannon reached over and turned on a bedside lamp as he straightened up. He looked at Sandy. She was wearing pajamas. His older sister had been the object of his lust for a long time. She was tall with light brown hair, green eyes, great tits, wide womanly hips, long tapered legs, a wide sensuous mouth under a prominent nose.....attractive in a completely different way from Shannon.

"He was smelling me. How did her panties smell?"

"Good."

"What? My panties?"

"Come on, Sandy. That shouldn't surprise you."

"That's disgusting."

"Whatever. Go get the panties you've been wearing today and give them to him.....do it."

She glared at Shannon, turned and left the room. She returned with a pair of white briefs.

"Mine are there on the chair. You can have the set for your help."

"Gee, thanks."

"I want you to check her spots."

"Shannon, no!"

"Relax, he won't touch you. Strip and lay here by me."

She complied and he sampled her smells as he had Shannon's."

"Well, which is better?"

"Yours, Shannon."

"You're a dear."

He was hard and ready for action, but Shannon asked him to leave. He gathered his trophies and reluctantly turned to go. Shannon thanked him again. His sister didn't thank him. He took a last lingering look at the two naked women and went to his room.

Sandy confronted him the next day. They were alone on the front porch.

"Shannon says I have to do something else for you."

She handed him a key. A little tag attached to it said, apt. 211.

"That's the key to Kelly Brook's apartment in Bayside Villa." 

Kelly Brooks was the beauty of Sandy's class in high school.....homecoming queen, part-time model.

"She's married. She's Kelly Simpson now."

"They're separated and she prefers Kelly Brooks."

"Does she swing both ways?"

"Mostly your way, lucky. She'll let a girl lick it, but that's all."

"Is she working.....going to school?"

"She's not doing anything. She's too lazy. She wants a sugar daddy. I figure you can afford it. Don't knock her up."

"Why not? I figure that's the only way mom and dad will become grandparents anytime soon."

"Oh yeh, lots of lesbian couples have kids. Ever hear of artificial insemination?"

"If you and Shannon ever want children, you can have my services. That way they'll really be grandparents."

"What if it's not Shannon?"

"Then I'd have to check her out."

"Down boy, Shannon likes you, but she prefers women."

"Well remember my offer. It would solve a lot of problems and I work cheap."

"I will, bro, it's an idea. Now Kelly's waiting for you. Keep the upper hand with her. Your money makes you the boss.....remember that."

"I will. Thanks, sis."

"Make her give me some someday and I'll be satisfied."

"You got it."

He hopped in his Mercedes and headed for Bayside Villa.Kelly answered the door wearing a robe and slippers.

"Hi, Kelly."

"Hi, Dan."

"Just getting up?"

"Your sister called about an hour ago. I'm just getting moving."

He was disappointed in her appearance. Her red hair, cut shorter than he remembered, was a mess. She wore no make-up and her freckles stood out in strong contrast to her fair skin. She had that washed-out look common to true blondes and red heads when they weren't wearing make-up. He couldn't be sure, in her bulky robe, but he thought she'd put on weight.

"Why don't you get dressed and I'll take you out for breakfast?"

"Sounds good. Give me a few minutes to bathe and make myself beautiful. You want to wash my back?"

"Sure, but we might not make breakfast."

She laughed. "I'll hold you to it."

"Okay, I'll control myself."

She went to the bathroom and started bath water running. He followed, stood in the doorway, and watched as she hiked up her robe and sat on the commode, with no apparent embarrassment. He could hear her pee splashing in the water.

"Where's Fred?"

"Who knows. We lost touch."

"Was it bad?"

"No, no one's fault. We wanted different things out of life. It just didn't work out."

She stood up, not wiping herself, turned off the bath water and removed her robe. She had put on some weight, but it made her more voluptuous. Her tits were large and stood out proudly. Her ass was also large, but showed no signs of cellulite. She had a slight gut. He made a mental note to buy her a membership in a health club. Her legs were unshaved and her red bush needed trimmed. This is going to take a while, he thought. She went to the wash basin and started to wash her hair.

"Don't you wash your hair in the shower?"

"Usually, but I thought you might like to watch."

It was a good show. Her tits and ass jiggled when she scrubbed her hair. He thought about fucking her, but he held off.

She finished and stepped into the tub. She handed him a washcloth and soap and turned her back to him, still standing. He started with her shoulders and worked his way down to her hips. He had her raise her arms and washed her armpits. With two soapy hands he reached around and and cupped her tits. He washed them well. Her nipples were erect. She giggled.

"I think they're clean!"

He laughed and reached for the soap. He soaped her ass and upper thighs, then slipped a hand into her butt crack. She bent over to give him better access. He slipped a soapy finger into her asshole. She squealed, straightened up and clamped her ass cheeks shut. When he went for her cunt she stopped him.

"I'll do that. You'd give me an infection and then it would stink and you would't want me."

He protested mildly, but he let it go. When she sat down he went into the living room and turned on her television set. There was a football game on that he wanted to see.

The game was almost over when she finally came out, fastening ear-rings into her ear lobes. She had transformed herself. She wore a black knee length cocktail dress with a pearl necklace around her neck. She wore funky plastic bracelets. Her shoes were three inch black ankle-straps. Her hair was styled and her make-up was near perfection. She was lovely. He would be proud to be seen with her.

"You look great!"

"Thanks, but I need clothes."

"We'll take care of that, but right now let's eat. What say we skip breakfast and go right to dinner?"

"Fine, I'm starving."

She complimented him on his new Mercedes. He took her to the Mountain View Inn, an exclusive and expensive restaurant. She ordered wine. He didn't want to be asked for proof of age so he passed on the wine. He felt like a king with the most beautiful woman in the place across from him. He saw a few people he knew. The wine stewart was an ex-boyfriend of hers. She gave him her full attention, laughed at his jokes and made some of her own.

After dinner they went to a night club, Eddy's. A fifty got them a good table. He probably could have gotten liquor, but he stayed with bottled water. She drank and got tipsy.

He was a good dancer, and she was an expert. On the slow dances he held her close and let his hand ride on her hip. Feeling them shift under his hand as she moved stirred him. She smelled delicious. Other men asked her to dance, but she turned them down.

He understood his sister's warning. This stunningly beautiful woman had a dangerous power and she knew how to use it. He had just gotten access to the first part of his trust fund and eventually he would inherit a fortune. Money wasn't a problem. This gave him a power that he must learn to use. College faced him in the fall and he would take her with him. As he saw it, her weakness was her love of luxury and he was prepared to use that to control her.

Later, at her place, he slowly undressed her. He had seen most of her earlier, but now he felt, smelled and tasted her assets. At his age he had only so much control and he didn't last long once he was in her. He used a condom because he wanted to eat her later and he didn't like cream pies, even when it was his own cream. No condom when she gave him head though. She swallowed it neatly and was ready for more. She had shaved her legs and trimmed her bush. Her pussy was a pink rose. Its petals enfolding his tongue. Its scent, though earthy, attracted him like a bee.

She withheld only one thing.....her asshole. She wouldn't let him move down there when he was eating her. She made him take his finger out. The most she would allow was a fingertip placed on it while she flexed her sphincter. Her tits were endlessly entertaining. They each tapered to a point and fit his mouth perfectly.

They made plans to go shopping later. Tomorrow was Sunday and he could sleep late so they played till dawn. Finally he slept with her in his arms.

He dreamed of Kelly and Shannon, their red and black hair mingling on his chest.

If you find this story interesting, if you wonder what these people will do next, let me hear from you.....and vote.

Kelly



I'll never forget Kelly. She was easily one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen, but there was so much more to her than that. People often talk about "old souls"...Kelly was certainly that, in many ways, but there was also something very innocent and totally unpretentious about her. For someone so beautiful and only 22 years old, she was very comfortable in her skin. She was... elegant.

When we first met, Kelly was dating my good friend Rick. He was doing his PhD and teaching intro biology at the local university, she was an undergrad in the Psychology Department. Rick brought her to a dinner party at my place. I was dating a very hot, blonde costume designer named Angela at the time, so it was a comfortable couples evening - wine and good food.

The moment she walked in the door I was struck by her beauty. She was about 5'9" and quite thin, but she moved with stunning grace. Long, straight, light brown hair, pale green eyes that smiled as beautifully as she did. Over the course of the evening it became obvious she was not only beautiful but well read, intelligent, thoughtful, well-spoken and a pleasure to be around in all respects. I could see why Rick was willing to risk the sort of hassle that could follow an academic who dated a student. 


As the evening progressed it became very windy outside. A storm was coming up from the ocean and looked to be a strong one. The bay windows were bowing in and out from the force of the wind and the howling was making us raise our voices. I love heavy weather and there was a brilliant full moon that night, so I suggested we go out on the roof of the building to see the storm clouds before the rain opened up. We rode the elevator to the roof.

Outside, 18 stories up, the wind made standing difficult, but we all managed to get to the railing. The view was amazing. With winds gusting 80 miles per hour and a bright moon, we could see the clouds sailing across the night sky at amazing speed. Everyone has seen a cloud that resembles something else...I saw one rush past the face of the moon and heard Kelly's voice exclaim, word for word in unison with my own as we simultaneously pointed, "That one looks like a lobster!" It was a goocher! Kelly burst out laughing and threw her arms around me. There are frozen moments where things drop into place and you just know something is right. It's like deja vu, except you know it hasn't happened before...just that it was supposed to happen and did. This was one of those moments.

Because Rick and I were close friends I found myself spending a fair amount of time in Kelly's company. She and also became close friends and often would meet on campus between classes for a coffee or a bite to eat. I recall one of those meetings shortly after Angela and I broke up. I had moved into a bachelor apartment and not bothered to shave in a few days - having no girlfriend tends to make getting away with three days growth a whole lot easier. Kelly said I looked good with a beard, but wondered if it wasn't itchy. I smiled and told her that while it might tickle a bit from time to time, it was entirely worth it considering the way it would tickle the inside of her thighs. Kelly looked at me blankly for a moment as the meaning dawned on her. She grinned, told me I had a one-track mind and then headed off to class. I watched her go. Beautiful, tight, lean legs and hips and that graceful walk. What a treat. My buddy Rick is a lucky man, I thought.

About two weeks later Rick called me in a panic. He asked me to come over immediately, so I hopped in my car. When I got there he was half pissed and half terrified. Only my harmless, happy, hippy scientist Rick could have gotten himself into this one: He and Kelly had been out to a movie where they had run into one of Rick's students. A female student. Now, while Kelly was not in any of Rick's classes, this female student of Rick's apparently got it into her head that Prof. Rick might be open to a wee dalliance with another cute little undergrad. 

At some point over the next couple of days, the slinky little tart managed to corner Rick, thankfully not entirely alone, and proposition him - which proposition Rick rejected point blank. Downside? Female student reasons that Prof. Rick shouldn't be dating a student (if he's not going to date her as well, apparently) and starts some loose talk about possibly filing some sort of sexual harassment claim. This is not going to do Rick's career as an academic any good, not to mention years of research and a thesis potentially down the tubes. It has the potential to be a career wrecker. A life wrecker.

I probably forgot to mention it, but I was school at the time. And while that by itself only makes you unqualified to fuck things up (the difference between that and a lawyer being the lawyer is qualified to fuck things up at $250 per hour), Rick needed to try and get a handle on the situation and thought I could help. We talked about trying to reason with the tart, but that seemed unlikely. She was nutty enough to hatch the proposition...what can you expect from a nut rejected? Reason? Next idea.

"Look," I told Rick, "the entire premise of the tart's claim is not that you directly harassed HER - it's obviously going to be tied to the fact that you're a professor dating a student. Leaving aside the fact that it's difficult to understand how your relationship with Kelly is harassing to the tart, as well as the fact that you rejected the tart's proposition in front of witnesses, it's still loaded with risk. The university is not going to like you dating a student - even one not in your class. It doesn't even have to be likely - they are not prepared to risk being sued by a distraught undergrad for the orgasms she suffered at the hands of a paid employee of the institution. That's why they have the policy you and Kelly are currently mutually disregarding. If the issue comes up, regardless of the validity of the tart's claim, the facts have the potential to hurt you, Rick."

"What if I wasn't dating Kelly?"

I didn't even consider that he was serious. Everything is a hypothesis, right?

"If you and Kelly were not involved...say that movie date was a coincidence, you just happened to be in line together, sat together, purely platonic movie viewing...then it all disappears and if the psycho tart even raises the issue it appears like a bitter, rejected girl trying a revenge play on a professor."

"I've been thinking about cooling things off with Kelly," Rick admitted. "There's a 12 year difference in our ages and even as bright as Kelly is, man...I mean, she's 22 and I'm 34; she's finishing up her arts degree, I'm about to defend my thesis. We aren't going to get married and this is probably as good a time as any. I'll talk to her tonight."

The next day I met Rick for lunch.

"Problem solved," he sighed. "Kelly and I had a long talk. If it comes up, the movie was totally platonic and there was never any relationship beyond that. We talked most of the night. We really care about each other, but she agrees that it's probably not a forever thing and under the circumstances, we decided to stop dating and try to be friends."

Christmas exams were wrapping up. End of the week, I had rented a huge stack of movies and planned to hibernate in my apartment, read nothing, eat bad food and get stoned a lot. But before my descent into the cave, I hit the club for a beer, figuring to hustle a few games of pool and relax. The five dollar night. Buy a beer, leave a tip, put a dollar on the pool table. So long as I win, it's free beer - the standard wager on a game of eight-ball, winner holds the table. More than a few nights I walked in with five dollars and staggered home at closing time with that five and a handful of others alongside it. 

The scene downtown was boring, so I finished my beer and started the 15 minute walk back towards the university. As I crossed the street I heard a female voice call my name. I turned to see Kelly and her friend Jill coming toward me. Kelly threw her arms around me and hugged tight, "I'm SO glad to see you. It's such a drag downtown, everyone is gone for the holidays. Where's the fun?"

"Yeah," I laughed, "No barrels, no monkeys. I'm going back to my place to watch some movies if you and Jill want to come."

"We're supposed to meet some people," Kelly said, looking sad, "but if they aren't there or it's boring, maybe we'll come by. Did Rick tell you the news?"

"We had lunch today," I answered, "How are you feeling?"

"I'm okay. It's all for the best and Rick and I are still going to be friends. I think I'm cool with it."

We chatted for a few more minutes, but Jill was getting fidgety so she and Kelly went on their way and I again headed home. Friday night. Girls out partying. No chance Kelly's coming tonight, I thought.

About an hour and a half later I was lying on my futon (on the floor, true university student style) watching a movie when the doorbell rang. I hoped. Sure enough, Kelly and Jill. Downtown was still boring, their friends had not shown. My lucky night, I thought. I welcomed them in, took their coats and apologised for the lack of seating. I had moved the television from the "living room" to the "bedroom" in case I fell asleep watching the tape. Jill sat on the window bench, Kelly sat on the futon next to me, our backs propped against the wall and some pillows. 

As we watched the movie only the light from the television illuminated the room. Jill had written her final exam that day and had been up the entire night before. After only fifteen minutes she was curled up on the window bench and telling us, when Kelly asked, that she was, "only resting my eyes...I'm still listening."

Kelly and I continued watching the movie, but there was some serious undercurrent. My heart was tripping like a Billy Cobham press roll. I had fantasized about this woman, admired her body, her character, her style and grace, but I'd never done anything more than harmless and friendly flirting. She had been almost living with one of my best friends until last night. I was debating with myself furiously. Make a move and risk destroying our friendship, not to mention Rick's friendship...or sit here, play it safe and miss out on a chance that may never come again? 

And her presence. Oh, Kelly. Long slim legs in jeans not too tight, fine long hair cascading over her shoulders onto my pillows, our shoulders leaning - just barely touching against one another....like friends. Your beautiful face, bright smile, charming enthusiasm. There are so many levels on which desire for a fine woman finds purchase and Kelly had them all. When a man lies next to a woman like that, certain responses are inevitable. You cannot walk past a bakery without wanting a cookie; you cannot lie next to a pure form woman and not need. Even if you wind up doing it later, all by yourself, a woman like Kelly is simply irresistible - a force of nature. I felt that small shiver race through my balls as blood began to flow in response to her. 

I subtlety shifted my weight, repositioned my legs as if to stretch without really moving. Just enough to hopefully prevent any further swelling from being immediately or dramatically noticeable. The pads of my fingers began crawling over that mattress one molecule at a time, seeking eventually to brush the very edge of my right little finger against the very edge of Kelly's left little finger. The slightest of contact, in the hope that she would not move her finger away. 

I had no real plan after that. I really liked Kelly as a friend, as well as Rick. I didn't want to fuck anything up. But they had "broken up". And Kelly was here. I couldn't bring myself to simply make a move on her. I had to have some sign...some clue...I had to do it in such a way that if she responded positively I would know, but if she didn't I would not have gone too far. My right hand began crossing those three inches separating it from Kelly's left hand like a man crawling through a minefield - with every millimetre I expected to hear the dreaded "click"...to hear Kelly whisper, "What are you doing?" or "Please don't."

I had lost the plot line of the movie entirely, I was so wrapped up in the woman next to me, my desire for her and the multitude of ways it could go wrong. I wanted her, desperately. I wanted to kiss her for hours and drown myself in her. The breadth and depth of the desire I felt for Kelly at that moment is simply indescribable. And as this desire smouldered within me, so far completely restrained, my body decided that semaphore would be a good way to communicate.

I froze. I had planned to brush her finger with all the force of a blade of grass...but now I was getting hard, lying next to her. We were side by side on my futon, three-quarters reclined, me on the left. The damn television was also on my side, sitting just beyond the foot of the bed on an overturned milk crate. Kelly's line of sight to the television.... Christ. 

It's amazing how fast one thinks sometimes. In hindsight it amuses the hell out of me, but at the time, the thought process went like this: 

She will either pulled her little finger away, or leave it there. 

I can always afford the up side, it's the down side I need to worry about. 

If she would her finger away, then seeing Mr. Happy pogo around in my pants is going to make her uncomfortable. She will want to leave. 

Jill! Shit! What if Jill sees?...okay, Jill's snoring. Relax. No! Don't relax! 

Palsgraf v. Long Island Railroad is the case which gave rise to the doctrine of remoteness in tortious claims for damages which as my mother and all elderly female relatives and male relatives will tell you when I'm standing naked in a tub of ice water being growled at by hungry vicious dogs has absolutely nothing to do with whether or not those pissed off bikers are gonna kill me....

I even tried to pick up the plot of the movie in an effort to...damn. That wasn't even a twitch. That was a throb. There are many remarkable things about the penis. One of them is the speed with which, under the right circumstances, it can go from relaxed to alert. The only fair analogy I can think of is a sleeping dog. You've seen it. Rover is snoozing on the rug, utterly content. Someone closes a car door three houses away - Rover's head is instantly up, ears forward. He isn't charging the door like an idiot, but he's ready if needed. The first time "Rover" pricked up his ears might possibly have been shrugged off as "a flop"...you know, you move your leg, it flops sometimes. It's a stretch, but who wants to bring it up anyway, right? 

That was no flop. "Rover" was clearly not sleeping. I was still glued to the spot, barely breathing, apologising to God for ever doubting Him and asking for a tiny bit of mercy....strike Kelly blind or something. God does protect fools. If Kelly saw the now noticeable alteration in the landscape between her and the movie, she didn't move or react to it. Every once in awhile, no matter how hard I tried not to, my cock would pulse slightly or twitch - the slightest of movements, but to my eyes I might as well have whipped it out. Still, Kelly didn't seem to notice. I considered that she might be embarrassed and not wish to embarrass me. But as much as God protects fools, we're still fools.

After a few minutes, my fingers resumed their crawl. There. Just the slightest contact. My right little finger was barely touching her left little finger. She must know it's there, I thought. I moved my finger so slightly. Again. Increased pressure so slightly. Again.

There! Her finger moved, but not away. She brushed back! 

There are no words, limited as they are by their own definitions, to describe the utter thrill, the joy, the elation that coursed through me in that moment. It escalated gently but quickly. Our little fingers entwined, stroking...for minutes just that. Fingers exploring even as neither of us turned our eyes from the television. We didn't speak or move, so as to not wake Jill. It was exciting and awkward. Awkward regarding Rick, not to mention her friend snoozing on the window bench three feet from us, but enthralling and irresistible. Our little fingers spoke volumes about mutual attraction and unspoken thoughts.

I turned my head and pressed my lips just below her ear. "Oh, Kelly," I breathed, "You don't know how long I've wanted to do this - to touch you."

"Since the lobster cloud," she whispered and squeezed my hand. I squeezed back and kissed her neck gently. Kelly turned slightly to offer her smooth skin to my lips.

I felt her hand on my chest, pushing me gently back as she rose from the futon.

Damn, I thought, now comes the awkwardness. Kelly went to Jill and gently shook her.

"Jill," she spoke softly, "Come out to living room and lie down on the couch with a blanket. You're sleeping and that bench is not comfortable at all."

Jill rolled onto her feet and let Kelly lead her to the sofa. Then Kelly came back, closed the bedroom door and wrapped her body around me with an enthusiasm that took me totally by surprise. I had been worried about scaring her off! She was pulling my shirt out of my pants, sucking my lower lip and rubbing my now aching hard cock through my pants.

"I saw this getting hard. Did I do that? Is that for me?" Kelly demanded.

"Yes," was all I could manage to croak.

"I've thought about being with you so many times," Kelly gasped into my mouth as her hand felt the length of my cock. "That time on the roof, when we saw the lobster cloud...I just had this feeling like I wanted you. And that time you teased me about your beard..."

Kelly blushed.

"What?" I asked

Kelly looked down. Damn. Here was this gorgeous young woman, erotically masturbating me through my pants with such pure, unrestrained desire and yet, there was something she wanted to tell me that was making her blush like a virgin. I swear to God I almost came in my pants. Her lust-filled eyes looking so eager and so shy.

"That time you told me that your beard would tickle my thighs...it...I was..."

"Kelly, what? Tell me."

"It made me wet. When I walked away from you that time I was so turned on I went to a private study carrel in the library and....."

"And what?"

It dawned on me. "Really? You masturbated?" I thought I was in love!

"I had to...I felt so..."

"Mmmm. Kelly...what does it feel like when you're aroused? Tell me."

Kelly thought for a second as she continued to kiss my mouth and stroke her hands all over my chest and arms.

"It feels...heavy. And hot, sort of. I could feel swelling...there... and wet. It just feels like my pussy suddenly, I dunno, weighs more. It fels that way right now!"

"How was I that day in the study carrel?" I asked, grinning.

"Amazing. I came thinking about your face between my thighs. It was so hard not to scream."

At that, I began tugging Kelly's shirt from her pants. She pushed my hands away and yanked her shirt off over her head, unbuttoning and losing her jeans in the next graceful motion. She was exquisite. Small but perfectly formed breasts, slender waist, tiny hips and that sweet, tight, compact ass curving into legs that made my mouth water. Her pussy had the same light brown, fine, soft hair, but mere wisps - her swollen, perfectly formed lips were clearly visible. She saw me looking at her and ran one hand lightly between her legs, trailing her middle finger over her clit.

"I've seen you looking at me. I've wanted to undress for you and let you really look, the way you wanted to look," Kelly whispered. "I love the way you look at me sometimes. I always knew Rick cared about me, but he never looked at me the way I've caught you looking. Just your eyes make me feel totally wanted." She dropped her hands to my jeans. "We have to be quiet. I don't think Jill will wake up and if she does, she won't come in here...but we don't need Rick hearing about this."




Kelly



"Kelly," I said slowly, "I might hate myself for this in about 30 seconds, but I can't just fuck you one time. I've wanted this for too long and I already care about you too much. If we're gonna be here now, it's going to happen again. And we'll have to deal with Rick sooner or later."

"I wouldn't have it any other way," Kelly smiled, "but I don't think Rick needs to know I had sex with his best friend the day after he and I broke up. And I'm not putting my clothes back on until you cum inside me," she giggled, "so let's keep the noise down."

We fell together on the futon, hungrily kissing and touching as she pulled my jeans down my legs and off. Both naked, pressing into one another, Hands caressing backs, breasts, legs spreading, finger sliding, oh so wet...so hard...throbbing. I begin to kiss my way down her body, whispering, "You fingered your pussy thinking about me licking you, Kelly. MMMMMmmm, I wasn't kidding, you know. I want to taste you so badly. Kiss your hot sex, taste you...drink you when you cum. I want to spend hours between your thighs. Spread your legs wide for me, baby. Let me make you cum."

Kelly's fingers entwined in my hair as she parted those gorgeous legs, my hands caressing the inside of her thighs. I reached to let my fingers touch her stiffening nipples as my tongue trailed over her belly, circling her navel, tracing a wet line out to her hip and then down to the very inside of her thigh. Kelly moaned as I inhaled her arousal and teased the very edge of her pussy with the tip of my tongue.

"Please," Kelly groaned.

"Please what, lover? I want to hear you say it. I've dreamt of this too many times not to finally hear you say the words I've imagined you saying."

"Do you touch yourself and think about me?" Kelly asked. The look in her eyes told me how thrilled that simple truth made her.

"Kelly," I admitted, "ever since that first night we met I've imagined wrapping you around me... making love to you...only stopping to hold you and tell how much I want you. I've masturbated thinking about you so many times it feels like if I open my eyes, I'll be here alone jerking myself off and moaning, 'Kelly'." 

As I said her name, I slid one finger inside her very tight, very hot, dripping wet pussy. I could feel her squeezing my finger immediately as her hips thrust forward seeking more. My tongue traced her swollen lips, tasting her wetness as Kelly's head fell back on the pillow.

I was in heaven. I gently sucked Kelly's swollen labia into my mouth one at a time, tugging gently with my lips. I opened my mouth a little wider, sucked her entire sweet pussy into my mouth and let my tongue have the taste of her it so desperately wanted. And the sounds Kelly made as I loved her were like little jolts of pure pleasure charging through my entire being.

Each gasping breath, ecstatic moan. "Oh please! I've wanted to feel this...yessss. I love the way you lick me! Oh GOD! What are you doing to me? OHH!" Kelly's hips were twisting in my hands, her fingers pulling my hair as she ground her wet sex into my mouth. 

I was in love with her taste, her pleasure and wanted nothing more at that moment than to make her cum harder than she ever had before. And she did. She insisted about the "harder then ever before" part a few minutes later and there was certainly no evidence to dispute the claim. As I spread her labia open with my mouth and dragged my tongue along the length of her slit, I would use my upper lip to push back the hood covering her sensitive clit. My front teeth very lightly grazed across her clit as I curled the tip of my tongue up and flicked quickly back and forth, just like feathering a quick triplet against a saxophone reed. I sucked her clit between my lips, gave it a slow circular kiss with my tongue and began the entire stroke again. Kelly's breathing became perfectly staccato - each breath accompanied by a deep whimper that rose slightly in pitch, traversing about an octave and a half, at which point she froze. 

This gorgeous, desirable woman grabbed two handfuls of my hair and pulled my sucking mouth tight against her pussy as she raised her hips off the bed. There was a pause - a tenth of second? Half a second? Three seconds? I don't know. I couldn't move for fear of losing two large handfuls of hair and Kelly didn't move...well, until she moved, I mean. Kelly moaned low in her throat and her thighs began to tremble. I could literally feel the muscles in her legs quivering. her entire body began to vibrate...I swear it was like that scene in Bladerunner. The word "seizure" flashed through my mind, but given the death grip she had on my head with her thighs and my hair with her hands, there was nothing I could do about it. Her pussy gushed. I felt her wetness spreading over my lips and tongue and I tried to suck her swollen lips into my mouth and lick her clit at the same time. Kelly was whimpering and moaning, fucking my mouth with her clit, pleading and demanding in a desperate whisper, "Yes, lick me...I want it...want to cum for you...cum to you...love what you do to me! Fuck! Yes! yes! Oh lick my pussy, don't stop...ooooo...yeah..."

Slowly, I could feel her grip on my hair relax, although she was breathing like she had just finished a marathon. She pulled me up her body, which I lovingly kissed as I rose. Kelly kissed me full on the lips, sliding her tongue into my mouth and moaning, then looking me straight in the eye. "That was the most amazing orgasm I've ever had in my life. Thank you." Heaven.

She pushed me over on my back and quickly began kissing her way down my chest.

"Your turn," she breathed, as her lips trailed lower across my body.

She was kneeling on my right side as her hand lifted my throbbing cock to her mouth. Her tongue snaked out and licked down one side of my shaft, turning her head to lick back up the underside. Lower, her tongue gently lifted and cradled each swollen testicle and then tickled behind my balls. Lower still, tickling and teasing, the point of her tongue flicking back and forth, licking.

I felt her move between my legs and put her hands on the inside of my knees. Her fingers stroking the inside of my thighs as her tongue continued to torment the sensitive skin behind my balls. Kelly then placed her hands behind my knees and pushed my legs up as her tongue trailed quickly down to lick directly across my ass. I almost shouted with pleasure. Her agile little tongue was circling my ass, pushing gently at the tight rim and thoroughly reaming me. I thought I would pass out from the intensity of the sensation. I felt her thumbs spread my cheeks wider as my moans of pleasure encouraged her. Kelly looked up at me and grinned, "I've never done this before...glad you seem to like it." I almost came right there. She kept talking, even as she continued to flick her tongue across my clenching ass. "I never even considered doing anything like this, but you seemed to like it the closer I got...and one of my roommates is always talking about how much she loves it when her boyfriend plays with her ass. Do you really like it?" she asked, as her tongue trailed back over my balls and up the length of my cock.

"It feels amazing, Kelly," I replied, "and I'll be glad to show you what it feels like later, if you want. But right now, I need to cum, baby. Make me cum."

"MMMmmm," Kelly breathed, "my pleasure."

Her mouth opened and she slowly slid half of my seven inches across her tongue, wrapping herself around me in a way that can only be described as hungry. She started bobbing her head up and down, her fingers behind my balls with her left hand, her right buried between her thighs.

Kelly's tongue was truly amazing - flicking and caressing the underside of my shaft, begging my balls to unload in her mouth. The sight of this stunningly beautiful, sweet, wonderful woman so devoted to pleasing me, to tasting me...the things she was doing to me with her tongue...the taste of her still in my mouth, her scent in my nose...it was too much. I moaned a warning to Kelly, which only made her increase her tempo and take me a little deeper on each stroke. As she felt my balls pull up in her fingers and my shaft begin to expand and pulse in her mouth, little sounds came out of her mouth...she was speaking to me even with my cock in her mouth, mumbling, "Yeth...Mmmm Hmmmm...Ah wan' i'....Un hunh...MMMMM 'eah...she pulled off my cock and spoke clearly: "I want it in my mouth. Come in my mouth, please, I want to swallow it." 

Kelly then took as much of my cock into her mouth as she could and began sucking me, her whole being devoted to tasting my release. I didn't so much feel it coming as I felt it overwhelm me. I didn't cum so much as I was helpless not to cum. It exploded out of me, every spasm accompanied by massive muscular contractions throughout my entire body. My hands gripped the sheets, my legs and shoulders arched down as my hips thrust and my entire being pulsed out through my throbbing cock in jetting ropes of semen.

Kelly made a sound like she had been punched in the stomach. I saw her cheeks bulge and her throat contract as she swallowed the first mouthful, little moans of joy emanating from within her. Her hand massaged my balls gently as her mouth continued to milk my cock, her tongue stroking the underside as if to pull the last drops of cum from my cock. As I began to soften in her mouth, Kelly massaged me with her tongue until I was just too sensitive. She released me, swallowed again and licked her lips. "You taste wonderful," she grinned.

We lay together, legs entwined, kissing and touching for a few minutes until Kelly heard Jill moving around in the living room. Jill knocked on the door. "I need to use the bathroom," she said. Damn! Bachelor apartment. Kitchen off the living room, bathroom off the bedroom.

Kelly and I scrambled into our clothes, as if Jill hadn't already figured it out. I opened the door and Jill walked past the bed to the bathroom, looking at Kelly and sniffing the air. Kelly and I grinned at each other once the bathroom door was closed.


"Don't worry," Kelly said, "Jill won't say anything. Besides, I told her months ago I thought you were hot and wouldn't mind...you know..." 

I laughed. We straightened ourselves up a bit more and then Jill came out. "How was the rest of the movie?" Jill asked with a dry tone.

"Great," I replied with a smile, "best movie I've seen in my entire life. I want to watch it again right now. In fact, I hope to watch that movie again and again, maybe two or three times a day, until it begs me not to watch it anymore." 

Kelly grinned. "I agree. Amazing movie. I could watch it again right now."

"Who was in it?" Jill asked.

"I haven't got a clue," I admitted.

"Me neither," Kelly added.

"Well, what was it about?" Jill persisted.

"It was about a cloud that looked like a lobster," I said.

Jill wanted to go home and crash, so she and Kelly called a taxi. As Jill went out to the car, Kelly lingered for a kiss. We wrapped our arms around one another and just stood there.

"Tomorrow?" Kelly asked.

"Absolutely," I replied, "Here...take my key, come wake me for breakfast tomorrow. We'll find out who's in that movie...maybe."

We kissed...passionately, tenderly...a kiss long overdue and perfect in the moment.

I've never seen a lobster since and not thought of Kelly.

As always, criticism, praise, threats, insults, cash, gifts, dinner invitations and other offers are always welcome. If you enjoyed the story, please drop me a note telling my why. Likewise if you hated it. Leggy, vacationing, supermodel nymphomaniacs with a thing for cute, witty, over-educated sex addicts are especially welcome to write. 



Kelly



Kelly took a deep breath and twisted the key in the front door. Holding her breath, she eased the door just wide enough for her to slip through and slid out of the house. Standing on the doorstep, Kelly coaxed the door closed, gritting her teeth as the bolt clicked shut with a loud, metallic sound. Like a slender wraith, she glided down the steps, as graceful as a young colt. She turned left on the street and strode through the late evening darkness. 

The streets were quiet and nobody paid any attention to her, backpack slung over one shoulder, as she paced along the pavement. She glanced at her watch, checking the time and calculating the hours until Rod finished his shift at the coffee shop. Three hours until midnight, then half an hour for Rod to make his way back to his apartment. Kelly smiled at the thought of his expression when he saw her, sitting on his doorstep. Rod was older, twenty-one, than her by nearly three years. That was only one of the reasons Mom and Dad hated him. she had tried to tell them that they loved each other, but Mom and dad had just blown their tops, calling him a 'waster' and her a 'stupid child'.

That had just made Rod more glamorous, in her eyes at least. Rod had been calm and patient, seemingly content to share coffees or walks in the park. He told her that he was a student, working his way through medical school. Kelly had been smitten by his tall good looks, the curly dark hair and chocolate brown eyes. He never seemed to work out, or play sport, but his body was lean and firm, making the jeans and scrubs he wore look tailored. Rod always seemed to have a smile for her. They had met when she had skipped school to go shopping and had ducked into the coffee shop to dodge her Mom. She had barrelled into him so fast that she had knocked the tray of coffees flying out of his hands and onto the floor. Instead of being angry, he had just stood there, looking at her as though spellbound. 

Kelly was still unsure what he had seen in her on that day. She knew she had a nice figure, even if the boys her age thought that her breasts were too small. 'Aspirins on an ironing board, one had said once. Her bright auburn hair tumbled around her shoulders, framing a heart-shaped face with emerald green eyes and moist ruby lips. When she walked, her long legs moved with the fluid grace of a dancer and when she smiled, well Rod always told her that she lit the room like sunlight bursting through the clouds.

Kelly paused at the entrance to the apartment building where Rod lived and, hitching her backpack more comfortably onto her shoulders, climbed the stairs. The hallway outside Rod's apartment door was deserted, but it was well-lit and warm. Kelly leaned against the door, making herself comfortable and dug into her backpack, pulling out her personal CD player and a book, from beneath her clothes.

She stayed that way for almost three hours, listening to music and reading, occasionally dozing a little. Kelly jerked awake as she heard Rod's familiar footsteps on the stairs. Scrambling to her feet, Kelly waited, nervously, for him to round the corner. Swallowing the lump that formed in her throat, she smiled. Rod just stood, for a few moments, looking at her. Taking two steps towards Kelly, rod opened his arms wide and caught her, as she leapt into his arms, hugging her tightly.

Kelly showered his face with moist, pecking kisses, brushing her lips over his mouth and eyelid as she giggles in his embrace. At last, she opened her mouth, pressing her lips to his and inviting him to slide his tongue past her teeth and explore her yielding lips. Rod pressed her against his body, kissing her hungrily, his tongue sliding past her lips and probing deeply. Kelly sucked on the tip of his tongue, drawing it into her mouth and teasing it with the tip of her own tongue. Gasping, they broke apart.

"Kelly, darling, where have you come from? What are you doing here?" Rod asked.

"Rod, I couldn't stay away, I want to be with you." she laughed and sobbed her reply.

Rod twisted the key in his door and pushed it open, leading Kelly inside. She dropped her backpack in the hallway and followed him into his lounge. Rod sat on the sofa and Kelly dropped onto the cushions next to him, snuggling close and drawing his arm around her shoulders. Kelly stretched upwards and planted a moist kiss on the angle of his jaw and then tightened her arms around him.

"Do your parents know where you are?" he asked.

"I'll tell them tomorrow. Right now I just want to be with you." she replied.

"I'll sleep in here on the sofa, you can have the bed." Rod told her.

"I don't want you to sleep in here while I'm on my own in your bed." Kelly whispered into his ear.

Rod tilted her head upwards, so that he could look into her eyes. In their emerald depths he read desire and love, no hint of deviousness or manipulation. The message of her moist lips and desiring gaze was too potent for him to ignore. Slowly he brought his lips to hers, tasting the sweetness of her kiss and feeling the warm invitation of her mouth as he slipped his tongue inside.

"Do you know what you're saying?" he murmured into her ear.

"Of course I know. I want to make love with you." Kelly whispered back.

Rod answered her with a deep, tender kiss, feeling her lips part and tasting her tongue. He slid his hands over her back, pulling her closer and feeling her moulding her body against his. There was a burning flare of lust, tightening his belly and making his cock stiffen in his pants. She groaned softly into his mouth, feeling her nipples hardening into swollen points, and tightened her arms around him. Kelly moved her mouth away from Rod's leaving him breathless, his heart pounding in his chest.

"If you're sure, would you like to come to bed." he whispered, very softly.

Kelly nodded and they stood up, Rod taking her hand and leading her out of the lounge, past the open door to the bathroom and into the room at the end of the short corridor. Kelly gasped as she saw the view from the picture window that dominated the far wall. The apartment block stood on a hill, on the outskirts of the city, and she felt as though she was looking out over a myriad of shining jewels, shimmering against the inky darkness. Cars and trucks meandered through the streets like chains of fireflies and the moon lit the room in a cool silvery light. She heard the rustle of cloth and turned to find rod shrugging out of his t-shirt, revealing a smooth, well defined chest, and narrow waist, flaring into strong, broad shoulders.

Quickly, she crossed her arms and grabbed the hem of her t-shirt, pulling it over her head and dropping it on top of his. She was naked beneath the thin cotton and her nipples and large, puffy aureoles were dark against the smooth skin of her breasts. They were taut and firm, not large, and, suddenly, Kelly was embarrassed by her lack of curves. Rod moved closer and slowly ran his fingertips over her smooth belly, dipping one into her navel and then sliding his hands upwards to cup his palms over the firm swelling of her bosom. Her breath hissed through her teeth as his fingers stroked the hard nubs of her erect nipples and she had to swallow before she could speak.

"I'm sorry darling." Kelly whispered.

"What for?" Rod asked.

"Well, my chest is so flat." she replied.

"Your chest is perfect for me," he replied, "I want you, not a pair of tits."

"But I haven't even got enough to make one tit!" she exclaimed.

"They may not be the biggest in the world, but you have beautiful tits and they're definitely big enough for my taste!" he laughed gently.

Leaning closer, he closed his lips around one of her nipples and swirled his tongue over and around the sensitive aureole. Kelly moaned softly as his tongue caressed her swollen, tender flesh and she felt her belly tighten. Rod gently scraped his teeth around the tiny nugget in his mouth, then blew across the hard point. Kelly bit her lip and whimpered, as she felt her knees tremble. Keeping her nipple in his mouth, Rod slid his hands to the waist of her jeans and unfastened the button, pulling the material wider, so that the zip slowly came undone. Sliding his hands behind her, he caressed the cheeks of her ass with his fingers as his hands eased the material over her hips and down her legs. The jeans fell in a crumpled heap around her feet and she kicked them away, slipping her feet out of her shoes, so that she was naked, except for the cotton briefs she had worn under her jeans. The thin material clung to the soft bush of her sex, damp from the droplets of sweet fluid that had seeped from between the lips of her pussy. 

Rod unfastened his jeans, letting them fall around his ankles and pulled Kelly closer to him. She could feel the hot bulge of his cock, straining at the cotton of his boxers, pressed against her smooth, flat belly. His mouth was on hers, the tip of his tongue pushing between her lips and exploring the moist cavern of her mouth. Kelly groaned as a flash of desire burned though her body, making her knees weak and her heart throb. Her nipples were hard and aching for him to touch them, caress them again. Kelly rested her hands on Rod's chest, feeling the ripple of his muscles and the hard points of his nipples beneath her fingers. 

Rod gently pushed Kelly toward the bed, holding her in his arms and, when her knees caught against the edge of the mattress, lowering her slowly onto the sheets. Kneeling between her feet, he hooked the tips of his fingers into the elastic at the waist of her briefs and slowly eased the material away from her sweet, fragrant pussy. The cotton slid down her thighs, past her knees to her ankles and she obligingly lifted one foot, then the other, so that he could slip them off and leave her totally naked.

Kelly gasped as rod planted tiny kisses along the fronts of her thighs, moving gradually closer and closer to the mound of her pussy, partially hidden by a matted bush of fiery hued curls. Kelly had not started to shave or trim the hair on her pussy but it was still baby fine and hardly concealed the line of her swollen, tender lips. Rod could smell the sweet tang of her juices as he kissed the smooth skin of her thighs, his lips edging closer and closer to her pussy. Kelly relaxed and let Rod part her thighs with his hands, gently spreading her legs. Leaning forward, he gently kissed the tip of her clit, then ran his tongue along the weeping slit, tasting her. Kelly moaned, deep in the back of her throat, as Rod's tongue slid between the lips of her pussy, slipping into the hot, bubbling opening. Kelly pressed his head against her loins, wanting to feel his tongue caressing her. The hard bud of her clit was swollen and slippery under his tongue and Kelly could feel the gush of wetness between her thighs as his tongue flickered over the tip of her hard nub. 

Rod lifted his mouth from Kelly's hot, moist pussy and pushed his boxers down his legs. His cock sprang erect, released from the confining cloth, as he climbed onto the bed and laid down next to Kelly. Leaning over her, he kissed her mouth, slowly and tenderly, slipping his tongue between her lips as he slid his fingers over her belly to gently pinch her hard, swollen nipples. Kelly moaned as she felt the tips of his fingers toying with the hard pointed bud of her nipple and tasted her own sweet juices on his lips. Rod moved his hand lower, down the velvety skin of her flat belly, until his fingertips were poised over her clit, peeking shyly from its protective hood. His hand slid lower, his fingertips skimming either side of the hard nub, until he could slide his forefinger into her bubbling wetness. Kelly groaned as she felt his finger enter her, easily sliding as far as his first knuckle, and pushed her heels against the mattress, lifting her ass and pussy, unconsciously trying to take him deeper. Rod slowly worked his finger in and out, probing deeper with each gentle thrust. 

"Oh god!" Kelly groaned.

"Are you ready darling?" Rod whispered.

"Oh yes, Rod," she replied, "but…".

"But?" he asked.

"I've never been with anyone before. You won't hurt me will you?" she pleaded, blushing in the moonlight.

"I'll be as gentle as I can. It might sting for a moment, but then it will feel wonderful." Rod reassured her.

Rod slowly rolled on top of her, his knee sliding between her thighs. Taking her hand, he guided her fingers to his cock, shuddering a little as he felt her cool hand cradling the hot flesh. Her eyes widened as she felt the heat of his cock and ran her fingers along his shaft, then cradled his swollen, heavy balls. His cock felt huge, filling her fist, as she ran her soft hand along the length to the head, feeling the slippery pre-cum on the tip. Rod eased the lips of her pussy apart with his fingers, spreading the warm, slippery juices along her slit and then wiped them on the shaft of his cock.

"Are you ready?" he murmured.

Kelly nodded, catching her bottom lip between her teeth.

"Then put me inside you, so my cock goes into your pussy.2 Rod instructed her.

Closing her eyes, Kelly pressed the tip of his cock between her pussy lips, feeling the head nestling inside her. Rod pressed forward, very slowly, feeling the tightness of her pussy slowly yielding to the pressure. Inch by inch, his cock sank deeper into her pussy, stretching the tight passage and making her gasp as he pushed into her. Rod could feel the walls of her pussy expanding and gripping him firmly as he pushed his cock towards Kelly's womb. Feeling the resistance to his cock increasing, Rod eased off the pressure until he was almost completely inside her, with just the thin membrane of her maidenhead protecting her virginity. Rod leaned forward and kissed her eyelids, then her lips, tenderly opening her mouth and gently thrusting the tip of his tongue inside.

"Are you ready, darling?" he murmured.

"Oh yes, I want you inside me, all the way, now!" she gasped.

Rod thrust his hips forward, tearing her and she bucked beneath him screaming shrilly as she felt the popping of her cherry. Rod pinned her down with his weight upon her hips, patiently waiting for the burning in her pussy to subside. Tears pricked at Kelly's eyelids as she felt her pussy burning from the thrust of his cock. Her pussy was filled with his cock, stretched further than she could believe. Slowly, the pain subsided to an urgent heat in her pussy and belly and she wanted, no needed, to feel him moving inside her. Bending her legs, she rocked her hips, tiny grunts of pleasure slipping from between her lips, as she felt his hard cock moving inside her pussy. Rod felt her movements and began to slide his cock in and out of her hot, wet pussy. The length of his cock was smeared with the blood that had spurted over it when he had made the thrust that broke her and he could smell the hot, coppery tang of it mingled with their sweat and juices.

"Take me darling, fuck me!" Kelly squealed.

Rod pushed her legs further back, ramming his cock deeper into her pussy and feeling the slap of his balls against the tight cheeks of her ass. His mouth descended upon her nipple and he sucked the hard bud until she moaned wordlessly from the sparks that shot through her. The room was filled with their grunts and the wet slapping of his cock and balls against the tight skin of her thighs and ass. Kelly's lip bled, where she had bitten into it as he had thrust past her cherry, and Rod kissed away the scarlet stain. He could feel his balls tightening and the hard shaft of his cock beginning to jerk as the thick gooey cum bubbled along his length.

"I need to cum Kelly!" he hissed, in warning.

"God yes! Cum!" she sobbed.

"I'm gonna cum in you, fill your cunt with my jizm." Rod groaned.

"Yes! Do it! Cum right up my cunt!" Kelly begged.

Rod needed no more encouragement and, his whole body stiffening, he shot thick wads of gooey sperm into her bleeding pussy. The stinging jets of cum mingled with her blood and oozed out of her pussy, smearing the top of her thighs and the sheets with pinkish mess. Every muscle in Kelly's body locked in an ecstatic spasm and she bucked wildly as the throes of her very first orgasm tossed her about like a cork in a storm. Gasping, she collapsed on the bed, her arms locked around rod and her fingernails gouging bloody furrows through the skin of his back. Rod's cock slowly softened and he rolled onto his side, the tip of his cock leaving a smear of blood and cum over her belly. They lay, side by side, panting as they recovered.

Sleepily, they turned and wrapped their arms around each other, sharing their heartbeats together.

Kelly closed her eyes, feeling Rod's heart against her chest and pressed her sticky, bloodied thighs together as she slowly drifted to sleep.



Kelly



My excuse is that I was drunk. Well, I was drunk and it was New Year. And, um, I was heartbroken and horny. And anyway I'd always thought that Kelly was gorgeous. 

That's enough excuses I suppose.

Where to start? Well yes I was drunk; partly because it was New Year's Eve, but mainly because I was nursing a broken heart – kind of. After a couple of eventful years with my boyfriend Kevin, he'd phoned me two days before Christmas and told me it was over. Phoned me! Didn't even have the nerve to tell me to my face, but then that was him all over. Spineless bastard. To be honest, I thought he was going to propose over Christmas – and I'd have accepted, even though he was far from perfect. But then who is?

And yes I was horny – mainly because I was drinking. For some reason these days I only really enjoyed sex with Kevin when I'd had a few drinks, and now when I had a few drinks it made me feel horny. Vicious circle.

What was the other excuse? Oh yes, I'd always thought Kelly was gorgeous. Well I did! To be honest not at all in a sexual way, but just in sheer admiration. She has a beautiful figure – great legs, tight bum, flat tummy, decent breasts, good skin. Sigh. She made me feel like Shrek sometimes but she never knew it. She was just a vivacious, friendly, down to earth sort of girl who had become a pal over the last few months. She had no side to her. She was Just. Plain. Lovely.

In fact she was terrific because here we were on New Year's Eve and she had turned down innumerable party offers to invite me round to her place to see in the New Year. She knew what had happened, but had been with her parents over Christmas and we hadn't had a chance to chat. Then when her boyfriend Jack (or the Incredible Hunk as I called him) had been sent to the other end of the country by his employers to oversee the New Year sales at one of their flagship stores in Newcastle, she'd phoned me, told me not to sit and mope at home and to come over to see in the New Year together.

I had pondered doing a Bridget Jones and sitting at home instead with my cd's and a bottle of wine or two, and the cat, but the offer was too good to turn down. Kelly was always fun to be with, always laughing, and anyway, I needed someone to talk to, someone to understand why I hated – and loved – Kevin so much and why 2009 was going to be the worse year ever! I know I sound pretty self obsessed but frankly I've always been someone who's been quick to feel sorry for myself. A bad habit and one I had to shake. Trust me, I could be a real party girl when the mood took me but then that was the problem. As Kevin so delicately summed it up on the phone: I was a moody bitch sometimes.

Anyway, now the New Year was twenty five minutes old. We'd watched music videos all night, and talked and talked, and laughed plenty, and drunk a bottle of champagne each and at least 2009 had got off to a good start.

"You know" Kelly said, curled up on the sofa and laughing "I'm pretty tiddly". For some reason I found this very funny.

"Tiddly!!!" My sides were starting to ache with laughter. "Well I'm feeling piddly ... I really need a wee." I started to climb clumsily out of her too-cosy armchair.

"Me too!" said Kelly, "me first!"

"Nooo" I pleaded, "I really need to go!" We were both half-falling out of our seats now, both determined to get to the loo first. I ran past her but she pulled me down on to the sofa and headed for the door, laughing hysterically. I threw myself over the back of the sofa and we both got to the bathroom at the same time. Kelly was quick though – and a cheat! She blocked me into a corner with one arm, and at the same time she hiked up her skirt and yanked her knickers down and plonked herself on the toilet seat. Instantly I heard the gush of pee and she moaned in mock ecstasy. 

I was hopping from foot to foot. "Kelly! I've gotta go!" I didn't even give her time to wipe herself before I too pulled down my jeans and knickers and I sat down beside her, my bum pushing her bum off the toilet seat. For a half-second our bare buttocks touched and looking back I probably felt a small unexpected thrill, but at the time all I could think about was how glorious it was to empty my bladder. 

Kelly wiped herself and straightened her clothes and then said "I need something to eat now. How about beans on toast?". Oh god yes. Just what I needed. I was slightly taken aback that she didn't wash her hands before heading off to the kitchen. So she wasn't perfect!

I quickly checked the gusset of my knickers to make sure I hadn't peed myself (thankfully pee-free), cleaned myself up – washed my hands! – and followed her to the kitchen. She already had some baked beans on the hob, bread in the toaster and the kettle on for cups of tea.

We both sat down side by side on the floor, our backs leaning against her sofa, and ate what seemed like the most delicious meal of my life. 

"So" said Kelly, munching on toast, "What was Kev like in the sack then?" I laughed, taken aback at the question. 

"Well, he was ok I suppose" I said. I pondered on the question for a moment or two more. "Well, boring really. It had got into a bit of a routine really. He only ever wanted – " I stopped. "You don't mind me telling you?" I said. 

Kelly shook her head, laughing. "No, no I want all the gory details!"

"Well, you know, he only ever wanted, what's it called, the missionary position. Him on top. Always the same. Bit of a fondle and then he'd climb on top, go at it like a train, cum, and then roll over and fall asleep. He said men had a special gene that makes them go to sleep after sex". 

Kelly spluttered her tea. "Perhaps he's right!" she said, wiping her mouth.

"Anyway" I continued, "he certainly wasn't up to Jack's standards I expect". 

Kelly laughed again, but this time there was a definite hollow note to it. "Oh he's not up to much, I promise".

"What? Jack? He's sex on a stick you daft bitch"

Kelly shook her head. "Look, he's a lovely man and all that but he's better out of bed than in it, if that makes any sense". She looked at me and could see I wanted to hear more. 

She sighed. "He's just like Kevin really by the sounds of it. Very selfish and to be honest he's not a very nice person in bed. Likes it a bit rough sometimes and that's not my thing."

I was aghast. "He doesn't hurt you does he?" I said. 

Kelly smiled. "Not on purpose" she said and her voice trailed off. We looked at eachother. I thought Kelly and Jack were the ideal couple but obviously not. I felt a wave of sadness and anger sweep over me. Instinctively we hugged – just a big big hug. 

Kelly took a deep breath to collect herself. "We're a couple of saddos really aren't we?". She got up and put a cd on. Some REM from way back. It brought back instant memories. "Let's open another bottle" she said. "I've run out of champagne – how about some white wine?"

"You really are going for it" I said. "Go on then". Kelly settled back down and we chatted about music for a bit. 

"Well" she said, out of the blue "When Kev has his post-coital snooze do you, you know, sort yourself out?" 

"What! Blimey Kelly, well yes sometimes. I'm only human" 

Kelly giggled. "We're all human, darling" she said. "Does he sleep right through it?"

I couldn't quite believe the conversation but the drink was definitely loosening my tongue. "Always," I said, "but then I'm not a noisy girl, you know". Kelly shifted around on the floor so she had one arm on the sofa seat and she was facing me. For fully thirty seconds we said nothing. It was odd ... and beautiful at the same time.

"I like to think of you lying there, touching yourself" she said. I smiled. It was a very private thing for her to say, and somehow suddenly quite acceptable.

"What about you?" I asked. 

"Oh my dear!" she said, "I can't keep my bloody hands of myself sometimes! If you hadn't come round tonight I'd have probably run a bath and given myself a good seeing to ..." She looked surprised at what she had just said. "God I'm drunk. Sorry if that's too much information". I was seeing such a different side to Kelly now. Sharing such an intimate conversation seemed like a remarkable affirmation of our friendship. 

"Not at all" I said, "I know everyone masturbates but it's nice to be reminded that I'm not just a sad jerk. Get this: I do some of those magazine quizzes sometimes – you know, the ones that ask you about your sex life – and the last one I did made me so horny I had to masturbate afterwards! Naff, or what!"

Kelly looked at me again.

"Can I watch you touch yourself?" she said, like it was the most natural thing in the world. My heart was pounding. Had she really asked that? 

"What?"

"You heard me. I'd find it a real turn on to watch you play with yourself. It would just be a one off. I'm not a lesbian, at least I don't think so. I just ... want to watch you ... cum ..." She seemed shocked at what she had said out loud.

In the background REM played. I could feel my heart beating in my chest. Yes, yes I thought but surely she didn't know what she was saying ...I'd never masturbated in front of anyone, male or female. It had never really occurred to me, but suddenly the thought of it seemed deliciously wicked.

"You want me to ... masturbate for you?" I asked slowly. Kelly smiled and nodded her head. I could see in her eyes that she meant it.

I knew what I had to say. "Well, only if you do it too ..." Kelly looked at me. I could see her chest moving; she was breathing more quickly now. I felt a wash of warmth flow through my pelvis. I could feel prickles of heat between my legs. 

"OK" she said, "but we have to promise eachother we'll do this and then keep it secret". I had no problem agreeing to that! 

Still looking at me, Kelly reached under her skirt and pulled her knickers down to her ankles and kicked them off into the middle of the carpet. I hadn't really noticed them before but they were lacy and delicate, with a row of little embroidered roses around the elastic. Then she pulled her skirt up, raised her bottom off the floor to get her skirt under it, and parted her knees so I could see her pussy. It was pale and completely shaved, glistening slightly. I pulled down my jeans and my knickers – more everyday ones, not nearly as pretty as hers - and bunched them around my ankles. My pussy was fairly neatly shaved into a strip of pubic hair – although I felt a twinge of embarrassment that it wasn't quite as neat as it could be. I could feel that I was getting wetter every second. 

I reached down and, rather sluttishly I thought, slid my right forefinger between my pussy lips. I felt a small charge shoot through my body. My thumb started to work on my clit. Kelly had a different technique. She had her three middle fingers of her right hand tightly pressed together and she worked circular motions on her clit and labia. She was looking at my pussy while I was looking at her face. It was absolutely beautiful. I wanted to lean over to kiss her.

"What do you think about while you're doing it?" Kelly asked. Hearing her say something – her voice suddenly husky and low - made me feel even sexier. 

"Lots of things" I said, "Old boyfriends ... even your Jack ..." I felt guilty saying it, bit it was true. "What do you think about?"

"You".

Oh god. I felt my sphincter tighten and my heart race even faster. What a lovely thing to say.

She spread her legs wider and now I could hear soft squelches as she applied more and more pressure. The jeans and knickers around my ankles meant I couldn't spread my legs very far, but I didn't need to. I was so wet that now two, sometimes three fingers were able to slip inside me, while my thumb continued to work on my clit. My fingers were wet and sticky, as were hers. We were both breathing in short pants now. Her free hand, which had been resting on the sofa, reached over and she gently stroked my hair and slid her fingers onto the back of my neck.

I could see that her nipples had hardened under her bra and t-shirt. "Lift your top up" I panted. She took her hand away from my neck, pulled her t-shirt up and pulled the bra cup down from her left breast. Her nipple was a warm brown colour, erect and shining a little with sweat. I stared at it like an adolescent boy getting his first flash. I managed to lean over without disturbing my rhythm and lower my mouth onto it. I had, unsurprisingly, never sucked on another woman's nipple before. It felt hot and stiff and I sucked greedily. I knew I liked it when Kev sucked on my nipples which he would always do, albeit briefly, pre-fuck.

Kelly grunted. "That's nice" she said, "That's nice ... I think I'm going to cum soon".

"Me too" I said. I sat upright again and worked even harder at my pussy. Dribbles of moisture were working their way down my inner thigh onto the carpet. 

"I'm cumming ..." I said. I saw her eyes widen and her cheeks suddenly flush red and she too began to orgasm, her hips arching upwards and a long moan escaping her lips. She was biting her lip. Her hair was sticking to her forehead. Her free hand was on my arm, squeezing for dear life as she rocked her body. 

I felt like someone was pressing an orgasm button on and off – my whole body convulsed as I ground my fingers between my legs. Suddenly I felt a small gush of fluid escape over my fingers. "Oh god" I gasped. Kelly watched as I squirted over my fingers. For a second I thought about the stains I'd leave on her carpet but then another bolt convulsed through my body again and I fell back in exhaustion.

Kelly – as she always did – started laughing happily. "Whew!" she said, "That was intense ... are you ok?". I nodded, too wiped out to say anything for a few seconds. Kelly took my hand – the one that had been rubbing my cunt only moments before – and lifted it to her mouth. She sucked on my fingers, one at a time. Oh god, I thought I was going to cum again ... Then she leaned towards me and kissed me. Her lips were so soft...

She realised her breast was still exposed so she pulled her bra cup back over and pulled down her t-shirt. Her fingers shone with her own juices. I wanted to suck them too but suddenly a shyness fell over me.

"That was lovely" I said at last, and we climbed onto the sofa and hugged eachother, both drifting almost instantly into sleep. The last thing I heard was Kelly saying " ... Can we do it again in the morning ...?" 



Kelly



Author's note — thank you all for taking your time to write me feedbacks and mails. It's been wonderful to know that my work was appreciated. This is a short/flash story, and I hope you all like it. Feedbacks are always welcome. 

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The raucous party going on upstairs began to drive her nuts. Kelly had a deadline to meet. Her story was all wrapped up except for the intro. The prospect of having to face an ogre of an editor with an incomplete story made her stomach churn. It made her hard to think because the noise from upstairs was getting worse. Frustrated in sheer exasperation she walked up to the apartment and charged in through the open door. 

"Hi, sugar! I'm Jesse," said a guy standing near the entrance of the apartment. 

"No time for niceties, sorry," Kelly replied grimly. "I've got work to do and I can't even think with this entire ruckus you folks are creating. So I've come to tell you I'll call the police if you don't scale down this disturbance."

"Wow, what a long speech! I'm really impressed by you beautiful." Jesse said winking at her.

Furious at his flippancy, she glared Jesse with an enraged stare and walked right into the one room apartment taking care not to step over couples engaged in various stages of sexual activities. She reached near the music system; bend down and switched it off. 

"Don't you dare switch it on after I'm gone," Kelly threatened as she turned to look at Jesse. He stared back at her. Her blue cotton skirt and pink shirt, with loads of anger sitting on her nose made her look cute. Suddenly he flashed her brilliant smile, which in spite of herself disarmed her completely.

"I won't, promise, but I'd love if you'll like to join us. By the way, it's a celebration party; I've signed a contract with Hallmark Music Company." Jesse said proudly.

"No, I've got work to do. I'm a writer and I've a deadline to meet." She explained. "Some other time." 

"Ok, here's my number, call me when you've time." He scribbled his number on a tissue paper and gave it to Kelly. 

Two weeks later Kelly called Jesse. He was too happy to hear from her, and managed to confess that he was waiting for her call. 

"So should we have drink or something together, if you are free?" He asked crossing his fingers for a positive reply. 

"Don't have much to do so — yes." She replied a little surprised by her answer. The venue was his house. After all it was just one floor above. And 'quite like home' he said. Kelly didn't thought twice and went with the flow.

Jesse greeted her on the door; Kelly was taken aback when she saw Jesse only in his shorts. Once inside the small apartment she notices there was no other furniture except his bed. No chairs to sit on civilly. She sat on the bed feeling a little silly and uncomfortable. 

"Make yourself comfy, stretch your legs."

She obeyed him, but felt foolish immediately. Her legs seem too long and the bed too small. The only other way was to lie down next to him. 

"After all it's only a conversation I'm having with him." Kelly thought

Jesse sensing her indecision pulled her down towards him. There was hardly any space between them. Her body prone on the bed, inches away from his. She thought what she's doing here with a guy she hardly knows. She observed his arms and chest are muscled and rippled like person who lifts weights but his face she can see, is lined and puffy like a person who doesn't worry about what he's doing to his body.

To her he seems like a person drifting aimlessly from one morning into other. Definitely — not her type. She always thought ambition in a man is what turns her on. And this guy does not have a single ambitious bone in his body. Just then he choose to flash that smile again at her. She tried to think what it meant, maybe, something like — I'm okay, you're okay.

"Are you happy?" she asked him suddenly. Jesse just gave a nod to her question.

"Then why do you look so diffused kind of?" she asked 

Jesse wasn't interested in any conversation. He rolled her to her side so that she wasn't facing him and pulled her close so that they layered in fetal position, curled up like two question marks one into the other. Kelly made a half-hearted effort to move away. But he pulled her close and kissed her earlobes. He flips her onto her back and to her much surprise their lips joined. He's tasted like mint, but she did get a faint taste of whiskey. One part of her was revolted, the other drawn towards this man. He showered kisses all over her face and digs a hole in her ear with his tongue, leaving a trail of mint smell wherever his mouth went. In between kisses Kelly managed to murmur — "This is so wrong, please stop."

For answer he just smiled at her and move on top of her. Jesse continued to shower her face with more kisses. His hands moved underneath her skirt. She wasn't wearing any underwear. To Jesse's delight her smooth womanhood was wet. She was getting turned on. Jesse used his fingers like an expert musician, and played delicately with petals of her flower.

"We shouldn't be doing this," Kelly moaned. "It isn't decent you know. We don't even know each other."

"I know and that's why we're going to complete what we've begun." He retorts.

His hands moved under her shirt, his hot fingers crawled under her bra. She felt his touch on the curve of her breasts. Kelly tried to hide the fact that he's hit a sensitive spot, the most vulnerable spot so far. She squirms as if to move out of his grasp, but the writhing only reinforces his desire to feel the fullness of her. He quickly unclasps her bra. Her lily-white breast with tiny cheery like nipples were on display. Jesse got impatient as he almost ripped off her shirt and shoved off her bra aside. 

"You are so beautiful, like an angel." He said looking into her eyes. His hands automatically moved towards her breast. He pinched her tiny nipples lightly with his fingers and sensed her mounting excitement. It was very arousing, but Kelly wanted him to stop, she wanted him to know that she doesn't do this with every guy, but the hands kneading her breast made her wanting even more.

She felt her body responding to his touches, and without any further struggle decided to stick her hand under his short to let him know she's also a giver. She flinched for a moment as her hand curl over something really stiff and hard. She held it tight at first and then ran her fingers along the ridges overcome by the novelty of it all. 

"I don't do this kind of thing you know."

She wondered if it's too late to stop. Usually with most guys on the first date, you neck until someone draws the line and says stop. Just because you've kissed somebody doesn't mean you're going to fuck him or her. Certainly not the first time you're together.

But she sensed that with Jesse she doesn't stand a chance. "I crossed an invisible line as soon as I walked through the door. If I stay I've had it. My option is to leave, but I don't want to leave." She thought to herself 

His hands were now under skirt again. He touched her and fingered her to orgasm over and over again. She realized she's all hot and wet between her legs and doesn't know how could have all happened without her being aware of it even. Jesse knew it was time to make this beautiful stranger his. He pulled down his shorts and looked at her face, which registered a look of panic and awe. 

"Sshhh, I'll be gentle." Jesse said trying to assure her. He held his cock in his hand and rubbed on her wet entrance. He pushed very gently, half of his cock slipped in. He felt something tear, and then realized that it's a new experience for this beautiful stranger. Kelly gasped, as it was her first time. Though she used her fingers for pleasure, but this was beyond her imagination. 

Jesse stroked her gently trying to fit in. She held her breath as her womanhood opened to receive him. There was a spot, a small and sensitive spot that he banged as he moved back and forth evoking incredible sounds of pleasure from her. It did hurt her, but it was a sweet pain. For a while she thought she was dreaming, and on some another planet. Jesse picked up his pace and used his tool deeper and faster. Kelly raised herself to feel him penetrating her right into her womb. Their orgasm when it happened was an amazing mixture of primordial passion that knows no other way but to splinter the deafening darkness of the night with the velocity of desire.

It was only when Kelly was back in the haven of her quiet retreat that the thought came to her that she has given her virginity to a man that she doesn't even know properly. Standing underneath the shower as the water pelt her skin, it struck her that like a lighting bolt — something in her life changed forever. "How could I give myself to a man whom I hardly know?" She asked herself repeatedly.

The next morning Kelly decided to let Jesse know in no uncertain terms that he has got it all wrong. That she is different from all the other women he must've known in the past. But this time there was no Jesse at the door. There was a caretaker who didn't know when Jesse would be back. "He is a nomad", said the man.

Kelly didn't know his whereabouts. She thought to write to his music company. But the thought of him sharing her letter with the hundreds of girls who might be surrounding him, deter her. She even thought to use her journalist friends to find him, but gave up that thought. Her brain said he will never return, that she never really mattered to him, but her heart believed he'll return, and what happened between them even if it was just a one night stand, was very special. 

Six months went by, and there was no sign of Jesse. To assuage the pain of his departure from her life, Kelly occupied herself in work. She even tried to date, but it never worked for her with anybody else. She felt she was dying everyday, and when she lost all her hope — she saw him.

He was standing at her door. Jesse looked thinner, and he was well dressed. Kelly thought she was hallucinating, no it was him, and he was really there. She looked into his eyes to catch the spark and light up the cavernous darkness of her heart. But she can't read much there, the language seems to have changed. 

"Hey, sugar." Jesse said moving in front of her.

"Where have you been?" Kelly asked getting straight to the point

"I was..." 

Kelly didn't allow him to say, she slapped him as hard as she can. She stared at him and finally she let her pent up emotions flow in her tears. Jesse did the best thing; he moved close to her and pulled her into an embrace. He held her and let her cry. Kelly trembled in his arms as she sobbed; she grabbed the back of his shirt's collar, she wanted him to stay with her. Jesse broke their embrace and held her at arms length. 

"I thought you forgot me. When you left without any notice, I was..." This time Jesse didn't allow her to speak. He kissed her lightly, but it was a kiss of long lost lover.

He wiped her tears with his thumbs, and held her face in both of his hands. Jesse looked in her eyes and said, "I thought you were just a one night stand as far as I was concerned. But you haunted every night of mine, for six months. I'm here to take you with me. Remember my contract with Music Company? Things worked out well." Jesse said giving his brilliant smile. 

Kelly looked in his eyes, and there was truth in them. She looked at this stranger who came in her life and changed it. She was happy that it wasn't just a one night stand, but something special. 




Kelly



Dear Bob,

I'm Kelly...a nineteen-year-old college student with a lot of time on my hands. I got hot while reading your current submission at "Literotica", and I was wondering if you could please write a story about me. I have that cute Irish charm: emerald eyes, red hair, fair freckled skin. I'm a tease at heart, flaunting my trim body and using my perky breasts in a bra-less sun dress to capture attention. (particularly if it's to my advantage) I got a large discount when I bought my car. The pretty saleswoman, upon seeing my erect nipples, coerced me to have them pierced. She offered to cut the car price if I would do it. My submissive bi-side made me give in to her pressure, and I came home to my father with a new red coupe and silver nipple studs.

I enjoy sex (to put it mildly) and I guess it started with masturbation. My best girlfriend experimented by rubbing one off with me, and we both loved making our pussies come. This blossomed into touching one another, leaving us giggling in our mutual orgasmic bliss. My father caught me playing with myself, and instead being upset, he bought me sex toys to use. I have several vibrators plus a large cock dildo, and I keep myself good and horny while playing with dad's wonderful presents. My girlfriend liked using them on me so much, I have turned her into a lesbian. I'm serious! She now takes me to her lesbian parties at college. 

Teasing older men and women is one of my favorite things to do. All of my father's clients have been eyeballing me in my summer dresses with nothing on underneath. Dad once dropped me off at one of his client's home under the pretense that I was to clean for him. He offered me a cocktail, and before long, it was his cock too. This started with us sitting and chatting about school and my future plans, when I uncrossed my legs giving him a sneak peek at my panty-less crotch. With raised eyebrows he then asked if I had a boyfriend, and if I'm (you know) having sex with him. I said that I have several lovers, including other girls I like to woo.

The client manipulated me into exposing my body. My obedience to him had me touching myself as well. I rubbed my clitoris and pulled on my nipple rings. He was talking dirty and stroking his huge cock. "Finger your little pussy—Make it nice and wet." My four fingers were inside me, and I was jillin' in front of a man I just met. He made me blow him, while he played with my sensitive tits. This dominate man commenced to fuck the shit out of me...lasting a good long time...as I shuddered while coming in many different positions. (that's what I like about older men, as they can commandeer an expert cock) Then there was the grand finale...a facial cum-bath with his constant coming load. I hadn't done a lick of cleaning, (of his house that is) but I told my dad his client was happy in his humbling abode. 

I should also tell you about my hairdresser...takes fifty dollars off my bill if I do sexual favors for her. She schedules my appointment to be her last. (does a fantastic job with my hair) It's afterward, when she walks me behind a partition, that I earn my discount. Her total tanned, sexy body sits naked in a salon chair, and I am forced to suck her butterfly lipped pussy. She holds my head, "Eat me, you little slut," she says, and makes me lick her creamy pussy until she comes. Then she fucks me with a hair brush handle, rubs on my clit, waits until I whimper and plead with her to let me have an orgasm, before she fucks me hard, and has me squirting all over the shop floor.

Oh...I almost forgot my personal trainer who comes to my dorm room. She puts me thru a demanding exercise program with a follow-up, sensual rub down. Her soothing hands relax me. She continues with a vibrating massage on my body, and eventually her expertise is concentrated onto my private parts. I scream thru several orgasms, with her holding the buzzing wand on my quivering clit. We then shower together, and she has showed me how to shave my pussy. My roommate, boyfriends and girlfriends all love my smooth snatch.

Well...there you have some of the things I have done and still do. I should also mention, I like being blackmailed and forced to perform openly in public. It makes me so horny doing all these naughty things. Please write a story about me and make it sizzling and nasty like your last one at the lit site. 

Thank you, Kelly



Kelly



*Thanks again to Jenna for the inspiration*



Some people called Kelly a slut. Had she been a man, they would have called her a stud, but in a double standard world, women were thought bad of by some if they enjoyed sex.

Kelly was in her early 30's and had a body just made for sex. She had great tits, wide hips and lots of curves in all the right places. She was outgoing and loved to have fun. She had big blue eyes; curly blond hair and a dazzling "come fuck me" smile. 

She had always loved sex. From her first experience, giving her neighbor a hand job, she had always found it exciting and always wanted more. She loved to fuck, and she loved giving head, loved to feel a cock harden and pulse in her mouth and hear the moans of pleasure as hot cum shot down her throat. 

She had been with many men, and a few women, over the years but was always looking for new ways to release her abundant sexual energy. Kelly had participated in several threesomes and the excitement of more than one partner had made her start thinking about maybe multiple partners. She had often fantasized about a "gang bang" scenario while masturbating and now an opportunity to do just that had come up unexpectedly.

Kelly had several "fuck buddies" and one of them, Glen, had called her and made a proposition for her to have an encounter with him and several of golf buddies on their next golf getaway. 

She quickly agreed and the thought of being with four guys excited her. That night she masturbated and imagined what it was going to be like enjoying four men at the same time. 

The day finally came and Kelly awoke excited. The four guys were staying at a time-share condo near the golf course and Kelly had flown in late the night before and had checked into the nearby hotel that Glen had arranged for her. She had slept in, knowing that Glen and his friends would be on the golf course until mid afternoon. 

She dressed in a simple summer dress that clung to her curves. Underneath she wore a shear bra and matching thong. She didn't figure that the clothes would be on for long, but wanted something to give the guys a little titillation. 

Kelly had a salad for lunch in the hotel restaurant, and smiled as she noticed the men at other tables checking her out. She loved teasing and moved in her chair so that her dress hiked up giving them a bit of a show. All male eyes were on her as she got up and walked from the restaurant to the lobby. 

She took a cab to the time-share and the guard at the gate gave her the key that had been left for her. Entering the time-share, she had a look around. There were three bedrooms, two with two double beds each that the guys appeared to be using and then a huge master suite that obviously had been left for tonight's action. 

She found a bottle of white wine in the fridge and poured herself a glass, moving to the private patio and taking a chair in the sun to await the fellow's arrival.

She didn't have long to wait until she heard the door open and the men's voices as they entered the time-share. She turned and saw Glen at the sliding door and gave him a bright smile. He and his three friends made there way onto the patio and Glen introduced them to Kelly. 

"They all know why I'm here," she thought, "but they are being so gentlemanly. That's good." 

Glen got the guys all a beer and they sat and made some small talk, just getting comfortable with her. She looked them all over and was pleased with what she saw. 

Glen, her friend was tall and lean, a runner. Ted, Glen's business associate from the East Coast was a bit older than the others, short and stocky, but very handsome. Mike, Glen's college buddy, was about Glen's age, 35 or so, six feet tall with a muscular build. 

John however was a surprise. He was a big black man, with a broad chest and huge hands. Kelly wondered how huge he was elsewhere, but knew she would soon find out.

Kelly loved how the guys' eyes kept roaming her body as they talked and made sure she moved in ways that showed off her body.

It had been a hot day out on the course, so as they finished their beers, Glen suggested that they grab a quick shower. As the guys made their way inside, Glen came over and gave Kelly a quick kiss and asked, "You sure you're OK with this?"

"Fuck yes," she replied, "can't wait."

The guys all quickly showered and then headed back to the patio. All were now in shorts and t-shirts and sandals. Once they were all back, Kelly stood up and looked them all in the eye before saying, "Well, I guess we should get this party started!"

She quickly shed her dress and stood before them in just the sheer bra and thong. Sensing some nervousness, she moved toward Mike, slipping her arms around his neck and giving him a kiss. He needed no further encouragement and his strong arms pulled her body close as their lips met in a deep long kiss. 

As she and Mike kissed, she felt another set of lips caress the back of her neck and a hand slide along her side. 

Mikes hands moved to cup her full breasts and she knew he could feel her hard nipples through the sheer material. She glanced around and saw that it was Ted behind her, his shirt off and as he pressed into her she felt his hardness against her bottom. 

Kelly slid her hand down between them and squeezed the bulge in Mike's shorts. As she did, she felt Ted unclasp her bra as he pressed against her. "Yes" she thought, "This is going to be so hot!"

She kissed Mike again and then turned to kiss Ted, tossing her bra aside as she did. She felt Mike's strong hands cupping her ass and she sensuously pushed back against them. 

Kelly glanced over to Glen and John who had stripped off their clothes and were watching her intently. Her eyes widened as she saw John's huge cock. 

She and Ted kissed. His lips were soft and warm. Her fingertips slid over his broad bare chest, her French tipped nails teasing his nipples. 

Four hands slid over her lush body and she ground her pelvis against Teds arousal. Her lips moved to his neck, then his chest, playfully teasing his nipple as she slid downward. 

Kelly's fingers found the snap of his shorts, and then the zipper as she moved to her knees before him. Quickly she slid down his shorts and briefs and his erect flesh bobbed before her. She engulfed him with her mouth, her tongue swirling around his swollen flesh. 

Kelly loved cock; she loved the heat, the texture, and the taste. She explored him with her lips and tongue, finding his sensitive places, tasting the first oozes of his precum. She was in her element and knew that all eyes in the room were on her as she demonstrated her skills as a fellatrix.

There was no pretext now as to what was going to happen. Kelly was there for their pleasure and hers and Mike had joined the other two in stripping off his clothes. 

The other three moved closer, circling Kelly as her head bobbed on Ted's rock hard cock. 

"Oh I need some of that!" she heard as her lips found the base of Ted's shaft. 

She slowly slid her lips upward and let him pop from her mouth. She turned and took Glen's familiar cock in her mouth as her hands found John and Mike. 

Kelly was in heaven, a cock in her mouth and one in each hand. As she slid her fingers along John's thick shaft she knew she wanted his huge cock in her and soon. She was dripping wet thinking of the great fucking she was going to get.

She began moving her lips from cock to cock, totally enjoying herself. Saliva dripped from her lips as she sucked these beautiful cocks. 

Then, not wanting to wait any longer, she took her mouth from John's big cock and looked up at the men and said, "I need to be fucked!"

She moved to all fours on the floor and spread her legs. Ted, who had kicked his shorts aside, moved behind her and grabbing her hips thrust his cock into her dripping wet pussy. 

Kelly groaned as she felt him enter, and then looked up and saw Mike's cock bobbing in front of her face and quickly took him in her mouth. 

The two men moved in rhythm, Mike slowly fucking her mouth while Ted's cock pushed deep in her hot pussy.

She could see the other two standing beside her, watching her being used by two stiff cocks, waiting for their turn to use her themselves. This was as hot and good as she had hoped. Her pussy clenched around Ted's cock as he fucked her and her head bobbed as she skillfully pleasured Mike with her mouth. 

Suddenly she felt a pulse and heard a deep groan as Mike could not hold back and gush of thick hot cum spurted into her mouth. She tightened her lips around the shaft and sucked and swallowed the entire delicious offering. 

Ted slowed his pace, his cock gliding in the slick velvet of her. He moans softly feeling her clenched around his engorged flesh, but holding back, savoring each second of this delicious fuck.

Mike's cock softens and Kelly lets it fall from her lips, giving it one last kiss as he moves away. As he does, Ted pulls from her and she momentarily feels empty. Ted quickly takes Mike's place in front of her and she feels two large hands on her bottom, spreading her as John's huge cock pushes into her needy pussy.

She gasps as he enters her, his cock long, hard and thick. His strong hands on her hips now, pulling her back as he impales her with his manhood. 

"God that feels good" she thinks as she takes Ted into her mouth and begins to suck him. 

As John's big dick fills her pussy, she sucks the head of Ted's throbbing cock as her fingertips move up and down the shaft. In no time she is rewarded by a second load of hot seed, which she eagerly swallows. 

Ted's cock slips from her mouth and she licks her lips, savoring the taste of cum that lingers on her tongue. 

Kelly feels John pull his cock from her and she turns with a pout on her lips, only to see him lie down on the floor and say, "Come and ride me baby!"

Quickly she moves to him, straddling him and guiding his massive cock back into her dripping pussy. She starts riding him. cowgirl style, and his big hands find her tits, squeezing them as his tongue washes over her diamond hard nipples. 

As she fucks John, she glances around. She sees Ted and Mike laying back in the living room chairs, recovering and watching her and John.  

Kelly wonders where Glen is, but doesn't have to wonder long as she feels him behind her, straddling her and his hard cock sliding up and down the crease of her bottom. 

"Oh fuck yes!" she moans wanting both her holes filled with hot cock.

She slows her rhythm, stopping to adjust the angle of her bottom and allow Glen to press his cock against her asshole. She has always loved getting fucked in the ass, but has never experienced double penetration and her body is tingling with anticipation.

Kelly lets out a quick gasp as Glen's cock pushes past her sphincter and enters her ass. She moans softly as he begins to fuck her and move in a slow rhythm matching that of John moving in her pussy. 

All three move together as one, letting the wave of pleasure wash over their bodies as this erotic dance moves towards its climax.

Kelly's body is flushed and she passes the point of no return. As her body shakes and she cries out, she feels Glen's arms around her, holding her and showering kisses on her shoulders. 

John soon cries out and his cock spurts a huge load into her already soaked pussy. 

Glen grasps her tighter and she hears a deep growl of pleasure escape his throat as he too goes over the edge and begins filling her ass with his hot seed. 

Together they ride the wave, enjoying their pleasure until finally spent the three of them collapse in a heap on the floor. They lay there, basking in the afterglow of the incredible sex, their bodies tingling from the experience.

After a bit, Kelly gets up, smiles and starts walking toward the bathroom.

Giving them a wink, she says, "That was great guys, but the night is still young, and I do hope you all have lots more for me!"



Perhaps to be continued...



Kelly: A Tramp Awakened



Note to my readers: This story is fiction, but is based on the experiences of a personal acquaintance of mine. It is my belief that every woman has a slut buried deep inside her. Some of us simply allow that slut it's voice. 'Kelly' has allowed me to let you experience her voice.

Also, I hope the shift in point-of-view from Kelly's to 3rd person narrative doesn't cause my readers problems. I think anyone can write an erotic story in one POV; I'm having some fun here. Bear with me...

"Hey. Kelly, is it? Wait a minute." 

He reached across my desk and laid his hand against my cheek, his calloused fingers resting softly against my skin. His eyes held mine as he brushed against my upper lip lightly, once, twice; the third time a little more firmly. 

"It's a mole," I said, annoyed and yet surprised at how difficult it was to form the words at that moment. His proximity had me spooked, but more than that; I was strangely aroused. I became aware of the thudding of my heart, and at the same time, of the fact that his eyes weren't just green. There were flecks of gold in there, too. I thought they were amazing eyes.

He said, so softly I almost didn't hear, "Ah. Beauty mark." It was a statement, and all I could do was react, nodding dumbly. Then his hand left my face, and I was like a diver bobbing to the surface after a leap off a really high cliff into deep, cold water. I blinked, literally, and drew a breath. He leaned back and grinned, his eyes never leaving mine. "It's a genuine beauty mark, then," he said, and winked. Oh my god, he winked! I think it was the only time I ever had a man wink at me. It flustered me momentarily, and then it made me angry. 

"I think 'mole' is actually the correct description, Mr. ..." I scanned the application form, looking for his name, but my eyes weren't focusing properly and my thoughts were still disjointed, like a synapse in my brain had shorted out. I could still feel the sensation of his fingers against my cheek. I felt something else, as well. I was damp. My panties clung to my labia like a second skin, and I was certain he could smell me in the tiny office. I stood, and though I'm only slightly over five feet to his six, it was my feeble attempt to assume a position of power.

"Joiner," I said, finally remembering his last name. "And it's Mrs. Randolph," I said, my heart pounding in my chest. "Not Kelly." I waited for him to leave before taking a deep breath.

That was Kelly Randolph's first meeting with Danny Joiner. She hired him that day because she needed an experienced fry cook, and Danny was willing to work for the ridiculous wages that McDonald's insisted on starting new employees at, even with his extensive referrals. Their second meeting was orientation four days later, and she made sure they weren't alone. There were four new hires there that day. All the same, she sensed what felt like a current of electricity in the room, teasing her in places she couldn't help but think about. She hadn't felt that in a couple of years, and she fought back the memories it spawned.

Just twenty years old, Kelly Randolph was a genuinely attractive Southern girl, though she seemed unaware of her own beauty. An attractive face and stylishly short blonde hair highlighted clear blue eyes, and she stayed toned through regular exercise. Her looks certainly commanded the attention of the majority of the male customers and salesmen that came in, though they were respectful for the most part. Kelly had worked in and around her father's McDonald's stores since she was fourteen. He owned seven stores in the Atlanta area, and gave his daughter her own store to manage the day she turned twenty. Meanwhile, she went to night school, working toward her business degree. 

Kelly had met her husband at one of her father's stores, and they got married after a brief courtship. Troy Randolph was now in training to become a manager, too, at a store across town. Due to their conflicting schedules, they saw each other only a few nights a week. Sometimes Kelly didn't even feel married. 

I was 'almost' a virgin when I met Troy. I always considered myself that way, though it probably sounds weird. See, I was a rebellious teenager, flirty and teasing, but my only real sexual experience up to that point was when I gave up my virginity on the seat of a boyfriend's truck, when I was just fifteen. He was much older, and he broke my heart just as recklessly as he had broken my hymen. I should have known better. Our relationship was messy and humiliating from the start, fueled by my need to appeal to the older boys. Not long after that I found the church, and then Troy, and I knew he was the man I wanted to devote my life to. He's a caring, gentle and respectful Christian man, who never made an improper advance toward me in the whole time we dated. Now we've been married almost fourteen months. Troy was even less experienced than I in the ways of marital pleasure, but he's learning how to please me. I'm amazed at how tender sex can be with a man who truly loves me.

Okay, did I mention that I'm frustrated? Troy and I work different shifts, and most times we fall into bed next to each other, too tired for anything but a goodnight kiss. Sometimes I masturbate while he sleeps next to me, and I've discovered something. I woke up one night to a movement of the bed, and I watched him from the cover of my pillow with my eyes half-closed. He was stroking himself, breathing hard. I didn't want him to know I was watching him, but it was unbelievably arousing! He finished quickly, and all his juice went into a tissue. This just worked me up even more, and it was difficult to wait until his breathing had settled into a normal rhythm. Then I got myself off, as discreetly as I could. I wanted to think he might be watching me, but he wasn't. He was fast asleep.

Danny Joiner could read his manager's inner conflict. One day, as she walked by him, he asked, "You okay, boss?" Kelly just nodded in response, then she stopped. She wanted to know what made him ask that. He just said, "You look like you're getting too much sleep," and then he laughed.

This struck her as an odd thing to say. Against her instincts, she followed him into the freezer and asked, "What's that supposed to mean?" 

Danny dropped a box of frozen fries on a cart and turned to her, taking in those innocent blue eyes. After a long pause he said, "Too much sleep means not enough time awake, and that makes for frustration." He turned and walked out, leaving her standing in the frosty air, wondering what he was trying to say. By the time the door thumped shut, her face was warm with embarrassment. 

It took her five full minutes to come out of that freezer. When she did, he was just outside the door, cutting cardboard boxes apart with a box knife and watching her closely. He glanced down at her chest and grinned. "Cold in there, ain't it?" 

Kelly put her hands across her chest and blushed again. She was chilled to the bone, but she doubted he could really see anying through her blouse. He was obviously trying to shake her up. What bothered her most was the way he seemed to see the girl she once was, beneath the exterior she presented. She headed for the office in a hurry. 

Last week we were to do our annual cleaning of the fryers, broilers and hoods, prior to our upcoming inspection. It involved physically removing the equipment and cleaning behind, under, and above everything. It has to be done at night, after hours, of course. We had five hours, from closing to re-open, to get it done, and Daddy wanted me overseeing. I tapped five people to stay over: myself; Tommy, my assistant manager; Jesse, one of our maintenance guys; Juan, my grill master; and Jodie, from the counter crew, just because I wanted another woman involved. Jodie wasn't thrilled about having to work overnight, but she's also one of my best friends, so she agreed. I promised her she wouldn't have to get too dirty.

That night Daddy came in just before closing, and informed me that he was pulling Jesse outside to pressure clean the parking lot, so I needed to find another person to work inside. "Dad," I complained, "how am I going to find someone now?" 

Of course, as luck would have it, Danny overheard. He told my father that he would be happy to get the overtime. Daddy asked if that was okay with me. I couldn't tell him how self-conscious Danny made me with him standing there, so I agreed. 

We all worked hard that night. By the end of the four hours, we had all the equipment thoroughly cleaned and reinstalled. I asked Juan and Tommy to fire up the broilers and fryers for the morning crew as Danny finished wiping down the last of the hoods, and told Jodie to check the restrooms and clock out. My openers would begin arriving in half an hour. I went to get the coffee started. 

I didn't hear Danny come up behind me. The others were in the back, and I was enjoying the solitude of an early morning ritual. I had just glanced out the storefront windows. Jesse had finished washing down the lot and had gone. 

I felt Danny's hands on my waist, and stiffened. I knew it was him, without even looking, and it made my skin crawl. He pulled me backward against him as I started to protest and he whispered, "Shhhhh. I think there's something you should know." 

"WHAT?!" 

I was angry and wanted to attract attention, but I was unprepared when his right hand went over my mouth and nose, cutting off my air. His grip was vice-like. Again, he shushed me. His left hand slid around to my belly and up under my shirt, and I felt the chill of his fingers on my bare flesh. It sent a shiver through me. 

I'm still not sure why I couldn't wriggle out of his grasp. I guess he was too strong. I felt his erection against the small of my back, then. He said, "I know what you need, Kelly; that's all. A pretty little girl like you..." 

He held me tightly, his fingers exploring the skin beneath my navel, and I felt his manhood against the base of my spine. He was hard. Then I realized I was responding. My breathing had been frantic, trying to grab air through his fingers, but then I relaxed slightly, giving in to him. I felt that old familiar rush of desire, like when I was fifteen, and it scared and repulsed me. I was a married woman! I couldn't allow myself to be seduced by those feelings all over again. 

With a sudden twist, I escaped his grasp and turned to glare at him. "You're fired, Danny," I told him.

 He just laughed.

"I'm serious. Clock out now and don't ever come back. I'll mail your last check." I turned to walk away, trembling and hyperventilating, and his hand shot out and grabbed my ponytail. He jerked me backwards, and pulled me against his chest again. This time his hand was on my neck, squeezing really tight, cutting my air off. 

"Good." His voice was low and mean. "That'll give me a chance to tell your Daddy about you and me." 

"what???..." I coughed the words, incredulous that he thought he could blackmail me that way. I would have laughed, but his hand was too tight on my throat.

He said in a soft voice, "The other night, when we were making out in your office," he whispered. "You remember. We got caught by your retarded custodian? Fire me, and I'll get him to tell your Daddy everything he saw and heard." He hesitated for effect. "Doesn't matter if it's true or not. He'll say what I tell him to say, or he'll get a beating he won't live to talk about." 

Danny's voice was calm, and that scared me more than anything. I think he actually believed his own fantasies. In any case, he was threatening Buddy, my sweet, dysfunctional little maintenance man. Buddy's not the brightest bulb on the string, but I've known him since I was little, and he always works really hard, despite his disability. I shuddered to think of what Danny might do to someone like him, but I didn't doubt that the threat was real. I nodded slowly.

When Danny released me, I turned and stared at him, trying to condense my fear and my hatred of him into something I could deal with on my own terms. "Fine," I said at last, and the words tasted ugly on my tongue. "You quit. Just get out. Stay away from me, and stay away from Buddy. I won't be bullied, and I won't stand for any threat to him. If you touch one hair on his head, I swear I'll call the police."

When she was sure Danny was gone, Kelly turned on unsteady legs and headed for her office. She needed a quiet place to compose herself, but her starters were coming in, so she told her crew to clock out, then barrelled out the back door, seeking the solitude of her car. Once there, she wrapped her arms around her chest and sobbed. She was terrified. 

To her relief, Danny didn't try to show up for work again, and Kelly hoped she'd seen the last of him. She debated going to her father and telling him what had happened, but she was plagued by what she considered her failings as a manager, so she filled in as cook that day, and she hardly gave Danny a thought. By the end of a long shift at the grill, in fact, the threat of Danny Joiner seemed to be over.

On the following Monday, though, during the usual morning rush, one of her counter workers came back to tell her that a man in the dining room had asked to speak to the manager. She walked out to see Danny and a dark-haired man sitting at a booth in the back, near the restrooms. The man nodded her over. Taking a deep breath, she approached the two, staring hard at Danny. He hardly looked at her. "What is it?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady. Danny looked up at her briefly, but avoided her eyes. The other man spoke. In a soft voice, he asked Kelly to sit. He then calmly informed her that he knew about the merchandise she'd stolen. 

I was absolutely incredulous. "This is my store. I'm the manager here. Just what do you think I'd be taking?" I was fuming, and seeing Danny's nonchalant expression made me even madder. The guy didn't raise his voice, though. He just told me to check my stock of gratis coupons, and to figure out how I was going to get them back before my Daddy figured out they were gone. I knew what he was referring to. These are the coupons we give out for free food and coffees during promotions. We had a big one coming up later in the month.

"Those are worth a lot of money," he said. 

He was right. They easily added up to thousands of dollars, so I kept them in the safe. He said, "I've seen your ad on the internet. Not too smart, when it's your Daddy's own store." He and Danny looked at each other, then, and giggled like a couple of schoolboys. 

"Better check that internet address, too," he cautioned, once they'd had their laugh. "I could be wrong, but the ad was taken out by a Kelly Randolph, according to the listing, and it offers a whole lot of free food for a very nominal sum. Now," he said, looking at me with a smirk on his face, "isn't that you?"

I just glared at the two of them, wondering what they thought they could accomplish with their empty threats and their cheap con job. Neither reacted. Finally I stood up, and told Danny he'd better leave. "And take your slimy friend with you," I told him, and I headed for my office. I could hear them laughing as I walked back behind the counter. 

I went directly to the office and closed the door behind me. Then I opened the safe, sure that I would find the gratis coupons stacked neatly on the top shelf. I was wrong. There were only half a dozen of them, scattered around the floor of the safe. That was all. I felt like an anvil had dropped into my stomach. My mind reeled with possibilities. How could Danny manage to get into my safe? If he didn't, who could be helping him? Maybe I should ask Tommy, I thought. Daddy might have changed his mind, and asked him to get them back to him until the promotion started. No. Daddy would have come to me. Saying anything now would alert Tommy, and then my father. If those two out there were serious...

I figured if they'd taken out an ad in my name, they had to pay for it somehow. I quickly checked my purse. Dammit! My credit cards were missing, as well. I could guess when they'd been stolen, and where they were now. My stomach lurched again. I could feel tears tracing the line of my cheeks, and I slumped into my chair, wracked with fear. How stupid could I be? 

Ten minutes later Kelly had herself under control, and returned to the dining room, dreading what she had to do. Danny and his friend were still there, as she knew they would be. Danny was grinning when he saw her this time.

"I thought you'd see things our way," the other man said, standing and offering her his place in the booth. Reluctantly, she slid into the booth between he and Danny, determined not to say anything yet. She wanted to find out what they were planning, and try to find a way to foil it. 

Danny leaned in to her, then, and spoke gruffly. "This is Ray," he said, indicating the man on her left. "I owe him a lot of money. You're gonna help me repay a debt, Kelly. And maybe, just maybe, we'll have some fun, too." She felt his hand slide onto her thigh beneath the table, and angrily brushed it away. She'd reached her limit with these two.

"Now, listen," she began. Her voice was tremulous and a bit too high, and she felt tears begin in the corners of her eyes again. 

"No, YOU listen." It was Ray, and this time his hand went to her thigh. It locked onto her, clutching her tender flesh tightly just inches from her crotch. His voice was tense, but low and controlled. "That listing of yours has already had over two hundred hits," he explained, then he chuckled. "Hey, we might even make a little money if you want to go that way, but you'll go to prison if it comes out that you stole those coupons yourself, and then set up a deal with us. Both Danny and I will swear to that." He paused, letting this sink in.

"What do you want?" Kelly heard herself saying the words, but they seemed to come from somewhere else. 

"Well, unless you want that to happen, you need to meet with me later, Kelly. At this address." He handed her a torn piece of napkin with a handwritten address. At the bottom he had written, 'SIX O'CLOCK – PARTY TIME!' His thumb stroked her tense thigh muscle as he hissed, "Don't wear these company slacks, by the way. I want to see you in something sexy." His words left no doubt as to what he wanted from her.

Just hearing the tone in his voice made my stomach clench, and the words he said were even more revolting to me. I kept thinking, 'How did I let this happen? What would Troy say? And my father?' I tried to form the words to tell these two that they weren't going to get away with this, but I knew in my heart that things had somehow gotten beyond my ability to control. I'd been framed; foolishly beaten by a pair of thugs. Even if I went to Daddy and told him what had happened, I'd lose his trust forever. At that moment, I knew what I had to do. I could still salvage my career, even if it meant surrendering my dignity. 

I tried to keep my hands steady as I stared at that address. Ray's hand moved up my leg, and I could feel his little finger moving against my sex, stroking me there. I tried not to move, but I squirmed a little, in spite of myself. Finally I took a deep breath and turned to Ray. "Okay," I said. I was defeated, but determined not to show it. "This is how it'll be. I'll meet you tonight. One time. And I want every one of those vouchers in my hand when I leave. I need your word on that." I stared hard at him, watching his eyes. His hand slowly left my leg and he held it out to me. I shook it, not enjoying his touch at all, but telling myself I'd better get used to it.

"One time," he said, holding my gaze. "You and me. And you just might enjoy it, Kelly. I know I will." He grinned at me, and my heart froze.




Kelly: A Tramp Awakened



Abruptly, I remembered Danny. "Alone," I cautioned, nodding my head to my right. "Otherwise, no deal." I wasn't even sure I could do this with Ray, but I was damned if I would give Danny the satisfaction of being there. I didn't trust the weasel, or the effect his probing green and gold eyes had on me. 

His voice was grating in my ear. "C'mon, Kell," he whined. "You want it as bad as I do. I know your kind." Danny slid his hand toward me, and I slapped it away again, shoving my hip hard against the other man in my haste to get up. I almost knocked Ray onto the floor, but he recovered and stood to let me out. Once I was standing, I looked only at him, avoiding any eye contact with Danny. 

"Tonight, then," I said in a tight voice, then repeated, "Alone."

Back in my office, I took three deep breaths, feeling like I was going to pass out after each one. "Oh my God," I whispered, holding my head in my hands. "What am I doing?" I felt like I had just surrendered my soul to Ray, but I tried to convince myself that I was only sacrificing my body. I rationalized that I could probably get out of this with a quick blowjob; that he'd be happy with that, as long as I looked sexy enough, and I could act like I was eager. I didn't want to consider anything more than that. The man disgusted me, and I couldn't bring myself to imagine his body next to mine. It was a form of denial, though I didn't understand that; I believed that if I didn't allow myself to think about it, it wouldn't happen. 

She was wrong. Ray not only craved the pleasure of her body for himself, but he had plans beyond that for the young neophyte. She was so easily conned that he saw the chance to accomplish more; much more. Ray was a bookie and a loan shark, but he also had a half dozen young girls who prostituted themselves in exchange for the drugs they were addicted to; the ones he supplied. He craved Kelly, and could easily imagine her as his premiere whore. He only needed to get her in so deeply to him that she had no recourse, and this was the first step. 

As he watched her storm away, he turned to Danny. "You're right. She's got a great little ass.You really want a piece of this bitch, don't you?" When the young man nodded, he grinned slyly. "Of course you do," he said, "but she ain't yours to take. She will, however, soon be mine to give." He stopped and looked distractedly out the window. "God, I'd love a smoke," he said in a barely audible voice. Then he turned to Danny once again. 

"You know anything about digital cameras?" he asked.

Thank goodness, Troy was working the evening shift. He was already gone when I got home. I showered quickly, then spent a long time trying to decide what to wear. Ray had told me to dress sexy. I wanted to get him off quickly; hopefully without touching me any more than possible. To that end, I covered my flesh-colored bra and panty set with a sheer white blouse with the top two buttons undone and a red mid-thigh skirt that highlighted my legs. High heels, of course. I pulled my hair off my face with a gold clip and put on a pair of gold hoops. I applied my makeup heavy, not only because I felt he would expect it, but because I already felt cheap and tawdry. In case my clothes got dirty, I put a pair of tan slacks and a cotton top in an overnight bag, and stowed it in the trunk of my car.

I was nervous as I pulled up to the house. Scanning the neighborhood, I saw there was only one car in the driveway. Good. It looked like he was going to honor my demand. I got out of the car, and I saw Ray was already at the door, dressed in just a pair of jeans; no shoes. He was smiling at me like the cat that ate the canary.

"Hey, beautiful," he called. I tried to ignore him, taking my time, making sure the seat belt was retracted, then folding the seat forward and checking that no CDs were in plain view. I didn't trust this neighborhood. Finally I grabbed my purse, locked the car doors and walked hesitantly up the walkway to the house. 

"Mmmm, you look good." He stepped aside momentarily to let me enter, then suddenly threw his arms around me and kissed me on the side of my mouth. I drew back as if I'd been bitten by a snake. "Aw, come on," he teased. "Be honest. Don't you find ol' Ray just a little bit attractive?" He laughed and allowed me to wriggle out of his grasp, then closed the door behind him as he followed me inside. He offered me a glass of something, but I wasn't going to drink anything, and told him so.

He shrugged his shoulders. "Okay," he said. "It's here if you get thirsty." I didn't speak; just looked around. The house was small, but seemed neat and clean, not the pig-sty I'd imagined walking into when I let myself consider the ramifications of coming here tonight. It was also blessedly silent; there were no footsteps or conversation to be heard, and I relaxed just a bit. He asked me again if I wanted a drink.

"I'm fine," I said. "Where are my vouchers?"

Ray laughed. The little blonde was nervous. A little bump might be just what she needs to calm down, he thought, but he knew she wouldn't take anything willingly. He plopped down on the tattered sofa, the only piece of furniture in the room, and looked up at her. She looked nice. He couldn't wait to see her naked. "All in good time," he said, draping one leg over the armrest and staring up at her appraisingly. "We have business to conduct, first." 

Watching the blonde's eyes, he slowly unzipped his jeans and dragged his cock out. It was partially erect, and he could tell by the look on her face that she was surprised by the size of it. He gripped the shaft with one hand, feeling the blood engorge it, and raised it toward her. "Whadaya think?" he asked, smiling lecherously, "does this give you any idea about the negotiations?"

She sighed and dropped her purse on the floor next to the sofa. "Just what do you want, Ray?" She looked as if she'd just received a death sentence, but he hoped she'd warm up soon enough. The camera was running, and he could edit the video if he had to. Now, if he could just get her to drink! 

"Well, hell. You're married, Kelly. What do you think I want?" he asked softly. His cock was fully hard now, and throbbing with an ache for her lips. When she didn't move, he said, "Kiss me first, then get down on your knees and suck me like you've wanted this for years." He nodded at his cock. "Make me cum one time, Kelly, and you'll get your precious coupons back."

I didn't want to do this. God, I didn't want to! Ray's penis was bigger than any I'd ever seen, and the thought of taking that thing into my mouth made me sick with fear and loathing. On top of that, he wanted me to kiss him first! I wasn't sure which disgusted me more.

He said, "I'm waiting." I looked at him and took a deep breath. Then I leaned over and touched my lips to his. He put his hands on my waist and pulled me down until I had no choice but to straddle him. I went to my knees on the cushions, and I felt his penis up against my tummy.

"That's better," he said. He pulled me tight and kissed me harder, and I felt him throb against me. He was huge and hard, but all I wanted to do was to get him off and get out of there. He had more on his mind than that. He pushed me back and looked at me like he was savoring a painting. "Take your blouse off," he said, "slowly." 

Oh, god. I can't say I didn't imagine it coming to this, but the dominant tone in his voice triggered something in me! I shook my head, determined not to relinquish all control to him. I said, "I don't have big breasts. Why don't you just let me go down on you, and we'll be done with this?" 

I started to slide down his body. Just then his hand went to my hair, snatching my head painfully upward. His face was flushed. "I want to see those tits!" he breathed angrily. He reached up and raked his hand down the front of my blouse, sending buttons flying everywhere. 

More angry than scared now, I pushed the remains of my blouse off my shoulders. "Fine," I said, and reached behind to unhook my bra, but his hands on my shoulders stopped me. 

"Slowly, like you want to."

I pulled my bra apart at the back, letting the straps fall off my shoulders, then slowly lowered it in the front, dropping it right over his stiff cock. I raised an eyebrow at him, but his eyes were busy drinking in the sight of my breasts. I was mortified at the reaction from my nipples. The air seemed to caress them, inducing them to stiffen and swell. At the same time, I became aware of a stirring in my pelvis from the contact of Ray's cock against me. I fought back against my rising lust, telling myself that was a thing of my past. 

He seemed to know better, though. He just stared at me, his gaze going from my nipples to my eyes and back again, his hands holding my forearms softly. "They are small," he said, but not with a tone of disappointment. He slid his hands up my arms and brushed his thumbs across my aching nipples, laughing softly as I quivered. "I love 'em," he said. Then he covered my breasts with his palms, and I let go a long hoarse breath before I could catch myself. His hands were warm; they felt good against my cool skin. 

When Ray cradled her breasts she didn't pull back. I knew she was a closet slut, he thought with a satisfied shiver. Her nipples were like little hard buttons, just waiting to be licked. He leaned forward and took one in his mouth, and he could feel her nudge forward, even though she tried to hold back. Her breath was coming faster now, and Ray could already imagine the sounds she would make as he slammed his cock in and out of her juicy wet cunt. He dropped one hand to her thigh and slid it up beneath her skirt.

"Don't," she begged. Her hands began to push against him as he swabbed her hard little bud with his tongue, provoking another tremor from her. She took a deep ragged breath in, her hands not pushing now, just resting on his chest. He released her then, delighted at the sight of her flushed features as she pushed back from him. "Please, no," she said, "just let me do this, Ray. Then I'll get out of here." 

"Okay, darlin'," he said, eager to feel her mouth on his organ as he pushed her downward with his hands on her shoulders. "Just make sure you don't spill any!" 

With a groan, Kelly dropped to her knees between his feet and bent forward, ready to take him inside her mouth. Her panties were damp. He knew it. He could smell her musk. She didn't want to give him the chance to find out, he knew. But he would. For now, he'd savor the sight of her sucking his cock, knowing that it would look good on tape.

His penis hovered in front of my face like a throbbing tower. I opened my mouth really wide, then leaned over it, trying to remember everything that Troy liked me to do. I wanted to drain Ray as fast as I could; to suck every ounce of his craving for me out through the end, and then to be gone. Still, I couldn't deny the excitement I felt at being in this house with him, alone, doing this crazy thing. I think he sensed my mounting lust. Irrationally I thought, I can make amends for this: I'll make slow sweet love to my husband later. I'll throw myself into work at the store, even say a prayer and light a candle at church as penance – anything to make me feel less guilty for the secret flush of illicit pleasure I was now feeling. 

I pursed my lips just below the head, then slid them smoothly down, as far as I could go. When the tip of his penis touched my uvula, I gagged and pulled back, but then repeated the motion, working myself into a rhythm. Ray's groans above me told me that he was enjoying my technique, and he was undoubtedly savoring the sight of my face bobbing up and down on him. I knew he was watching me, but I didn't dare open my eyes; just concentrated on getting him off. Against my will, it was exciting me as much as it did him. The way he pulsed between my lips, the coarse, full veins that ran down the underside of his shaft, the scent of his balls below, all combined to make me feel slutty and cheap, and this in turn aroused me even more. My panties couldn't contain my wetness, and I felt a maddening line of fluid making its way down the inside of each thigh. 

Suddenly, Ray was there. His whole body stiffened and his hands came down into my hair, impaling my face over his penis. He groaned loudly, then sent the first tentative flush of his semen onto my tongue. It was followed by a violent twisting of his body, then a huge rope of his oily goop coated the back of my mouth. He thrust again, and I was gagging, trying to escape his second big surge, but his hands held me fast, and I had to swallow or choke on it. 

It went down easily. I didn't even taste it, and when he erupted once again I took it straight down my throat. I was close to cumming, myself, and I think he knew it. His foot slipped between my legs and pressed up against my sex, sending a heady mix of shivers and heat waves radiating up through my belly. I seized the pleasure, locking my thighs around his ankle. Flexing my torso against him, I felt it again. Once more, and again, and suddenly there was no stopping it. I rolled my hips up and down his extended leg, working myself against the hard bone of his shin and groaning with impending release.

Ray knew it was only a matter of time. The little blonde with the hot body just exuded sexuality, in spite of herself. She might not even need the drink he'd prepared for her! He'd seen the hidden lust in her expression as soon as he'd stroked those rosebud nipples. He knew she could be made to fuck on her own. He wondered about Kelly's husband; whether he took advantage of her innate sluttiness in their bedroom at night. He wondered about the sounds she made when he fucked her. As he watched her suck his cock, he imagined the unseen face of her poor wimpy husband. If he could see his little bride now! She sucked him like a pro, and he could tell she was getting as much out of it as he was. After he blew his load into her mouth and she swallowed it eagerly down, her thighs closed over his leg with a need that couldn't be denied, and all he had to do was press against her. She did the rest. When she came, she came hard, and her cunt poured fluid over his ankle. 

Fuck! This was going to be easier than he'd imagined, and the video would be fantastic! If he could keep her aroused, he thought he could make some serious money off this slut.

"OGOD!" I couldn't contain it – my climax was that strong. I hadn't wanted to let him know I was cumming, but it was like a steamroller, obliterating everything else, and instantly turning me right back into the slut I'd always denied. I grasped his knee with both hands and levered his shin against my sex, throwing my head back as I worked his leg against me. The sensations were deliriously wicked, and I rode them right through to the last shuddering pulse, gripping him like a person drowning.

Even as the muscles stopped throbbing deep within my vagina, I waited in anticipation of yet another surge of pleasure. When it didn't happen, I relaxed my labia, and felt the rush of my release. It soaked the insides of my thighs, and probably a good part of his ankle. When I moved my pelvis against his leg again, the sound of my stickiness was loud in the silent house. 

Ray bent over me, urging me up to him with his hands on my shoulders, and I let him, crawling up onto his lap as he kissed me tenderly. "You're so fucking beautiful," he whispered. I moaned into his mouth, and then it was me kissing him. I don't know why. I only knew that I'd just had the most intense orgasm of my life, and I wasn't entirely ready to let it go. 

He reached down and brought the glass up to my lips, and I drank.

When I felt the tip of his penis against me, I looked down. He was already hard again! Strangely, it pleased me to be so desirable to him. I felt ... yes, I felt slutty, and beautiful, and I could sense an aching in my vagina. I had to admit, I wanted to feel him inside me. I kissed him again and whispered, "Ray? We can have real sex ... if you want." 

The little slut was practically begging to be fucked! Ray grinned up at her as she worked her cunt against him, getting hornier and hornier. Her eyes locked onto his, and she writhed like a whore in his arms, teasing him with her body. "All right then," he murmured. 

Glancing toward the vent where the camera was secreted, he noticed a shadow cross the kitchen floor. Goddamit! That fucking Danny was here already! He'd been told to wait at least an hour before making an appearance. Of course, with the way things were proceeding...

He pulled Kelly down against him, kissing her and turning her away from the kitchen. She obliged, settling onto her back on the sofa and opening her legs wantonly. He could smell her musk. He knew she was waiting for him to take her. Watching her expression closely, he pushed her skirt up over her hips and hooked his fingers into the waistband of her saturated panties. She closed her eyes and murmured, "Yes," as he dragged the damp material downward, pulling it from between her sticky labia and down her thighs. She wasn't shaven like his whores, he noted, but blessed with a full tuft of velvety blonde fuzz. The thought of parting those golden wisps with his stiff cock excited him even more.

When he rolled over onto her, Kelly received him as she would her own husband, kicking the sodden panties off one ankle and wrapping her lean legs around his. She hooked her legs behind his, frantically pushing the jeans down over his calves with her feet. 

God help me; I couldn't stop myself. I wanted him inside me so badly at that moment! When I felt the tip of his penis touch my labia, I held my breath for what seemed like an lifetime. Then I was his, pinned to the sofa as he slowly penetrated me. I was terrified, but in the instant he pushed inside me I knew that this was what I had been waiting for. I gave myself over to the lust that had been silently clawing at my psyche for years, and pulled him to me, and in that moment I felt fulfilled. I knew I was acting like a slut, and I didn't care.

"Yesssss," I breathed. "Oh, yes! Fuck me, please?" 

He bore into me then, his hipboness grinding against mine as he thrust deliberately inside me. I could feel the broad head of his penis hitting something deep inside me. It hurt a little, but I relished the pain; embraced it. The pleasure of being filled by him was so much more intense than any discomfort. I had no illusions that he was making love to me. I knew I was being fucked; no more than that. And I loved the thought. 

I threw my head back and clenched my jaw as his massive organ plumbed the depths of my womanhood, his hands gripping my shoulders as he stared down at me, enjoying my surrender. 

"You like that, you whore?" he grunted. "You like that big cock splittin' you wide open?" 

All I could do was moan as he rotated his hips, eliciting ever new sensations inside me. His cock, as I came to know it from then on, was both an instrument of pleasure and a weapon, and he wielded it as such. When I found my voice, it was to urge him on. 

"Yes! That's it! Right there! Righ..... Ooooooooohhh!."

The intensity of my climax surprised me, even compared to my first. Words turned into a primal moan of pleasure. It resonated throughout the empty house, but there was no one to hear except Ray and me, and I gave voice to my pleasure in a language with no words; only sound. 

Ray felt the blonde spasm around his cock, and knew she was cumming again. This time, when she did, she screamed like a banshee! He knew Danny would be champing at the bit to fuck the little spitfire after hearing her cum so hard, so he slowed his thrusting to a halt and waited until her gasping sobs collapsed into a series of trembling "Ogods," then pulled from her grasping cunt. He tried to roll over with her on top of him, but the sofa was too confining, so he had to tell her to change positions. 




Kelly: A Tramp Awakened



She couldn't stand. Ray rose from the sofa, then leaned over and pulled her to a sitting position so he could slip onto his back beside her. When he pulled Kelly over onto him, he knew her ass would be in the air, a perfect target for Danny's dick. He slid easily into her slippery cunt again, his balls still throbbing with the desire to spill his seed deep inside her. Damn, he thought, this bitch is sweet! Her voice, husky with desire and raw from her recent orgasm, urged him on.

"Oh, godddddd," she breathed, "that feels so fucking good!" 

Kelly had changed in the last thirty minutes; now, she was acting truly slutty. As Ray thrust up into her, she rose to a sitting position astride him. With her hands on his chest, she matched each thrust with a rolling, serpentine motion of her hips, extracting every last ounce of pleasure from their erotic dance. Grunting "Yes!" each time his cock head nudged her cervix, her pussy muscles squeezed him each time he pulled back, as if fearful of being deserted again. 

There was no fear of that. She was the best fuck Ray had had in a long time; far more pleasurable than the semi-comatose crack-heads he was used to fucking. Kelly's cunt felt almost virginal, but at the same time, hot and hungry and yielding, and she was learning quickly how to work it over his cock. She obviously loved the sensations it was triggering deep inside her. As he neared his own climax, she was ahead of him, riding him faster now, squeezing him more hungrily. Her fingers clutched like talons at the skin of his chest as her gasps of pleasure deteriorated into groans of need. She whipped her head back and forth as she worked toward yet another monumental orgasm. It was then that Danny made his appearance. 

Ray felt the weight of his body on Kelly's, though she barely broke her rhythm, neither ignoring nor accepting this stranger behind her willingly. If anything, his touch fueled her lust. Her voice broke, groaning in a long wail, "Ohhhhh, God yessssssssss!" 

Danny wasted no time once he'd settled onto his knees behind the wildly thrashing blonde. He'd wanted Kelly's ass for a long time, and now he was going to have it, literally. Spitting onto one palm, he smeared it against her already cum-slick rectum as she worked herself over the thrusting cock inside her. Danny probed one fingertip just inside her tight button, tentatively, and she didn't seem to resist it. Going back to her cunt, he swiped his fingertips along the side of her labia, then smeared their combined juices over the head and length of his own cock. 

With no other preparation, he began to force himself into her puckered anus. 

It was tight, but she was yielding, until the first flash of pain made itself known to her. Then she stopped abruptly as she seemed to realize what he was doing. Shaking her head wordlessly in denial, she attempted to crawl forward, off Ray's cock and up his body, to escape this intruder prodding at her anus. It didn't work.

Ray's hands on her slim waist forced her hips back down against his own. He was almost there, and wasn't going to allow the little slut to deny his orgasm at the last moment. Meanwhile, Danny's hands on her upper thighs were unrelenting, and Kelly found herself being slowly, forcefully penetrated. It burned like a red-hot poker, more so when Danny's head burst through the tight ring of her sphincter, and she screamed. Danny suddenly yanked her hair, hard; a warning to relent and allow him to enter her there. And though it took every ounce of willpower Kelly possessed, she willed herself to relax, not wanting the delicate tissue of her colon torn apart.

Suddenly, it was easier for Danny. Once he'd gained entry, he ground forward as the girl struggled to accept him. His cock, shorter and slimmer than Ray's, parted her cheeks smoothly, and he began to work himself in and out, savoring the idea of finally having the advantage over his former boss. It wasn't particularly comfortable for him, but he wanted to get off inside her. Then, with any luck, he'd have her pussy to himself after Ray finished with her. 

For Kelly, the temporary pain, though sharp, passed quickly, subjugated in part by the secret pleasure she felt at being doubly penetrated. Never, in her wildest imaginings, had she envisioned this! 

The two men began to stroke together, a rhythm she adjusted to and fed off of, and they became as one, a sexual machine thrusting and receiving, probing and filling, taking and giving pleasure. 

And suddenly, she was there. Kelly's climax boiled up from deep inside her, overloading her sensory receptors and turning her body into a sexual tuning fork, struck hard. She wailed as her pussy spasmed around Ray's cock once again, and it was all he needed. His balls sent their load urgently upward, and it was carried deep into her belly via his pulsing member. 

I felt a flush of something within me, even stronger than my own release, and I knew Ray had climaxed. I had a momentary flash of fear – what if I got pregnant by him?-- but pushed it from my thoughts. It was too late. The man behind me thrust into me again and again, and even as Ray filled my belly with his seed, I found myself concentrating on the strangely erotic sensation of being taken anally. It heightened my feelings of sluttiness, and spurred me to even greater pleasure. 

Honestly, if I'd known then that it was Danny in my ass, I wouldn't have cared, because I was experiencing something that few women ever get to, and even fewer will probably admit to. It was only when I heard his voice calling me names – slut – whore - cunt – that I recognized this as Danny. By then it didn't matter who it was. I even encouraged Danny by gripping his cock with my sphincter muscles on every stroke, alternately holding and releasing him. His hands on my hips offered no mercy. They clasped me to him as unyeldingly as any vice, and as such, afforded me release from guilt. I may have allowed myself to be drawn into this situation, but I was now a prisoner of these two. My preference wasn't asked for, nor offered. 

When his hands suddenly softened their grip, I knew he was about to climax. I craved the feeling of feeling his semen fill me, as Ray's had. Danny's name-calling dissolved into a primal grunt of pleasure. Then he stiffened, and I distinctly felt the pulsing of his cock as his semen flowed through it, and I recognized the carnal joy of having my colon flooded by this second man.

Danny thrust deeply, again and again, until he was spent. The blonde's clutching sphincter muscles milked every drop from his pulsing balls and seemed to ask for more. He felt his cock bathed in his own juices, a delicious feeling, especially with the young slut's slim body still writhing between them. 

It wasn't as comfortable for Ray. Their combined weight was beginning to feel crushing now that he'd cum. His cock was shrinking, withdrawing from the sweet slickness of the pussy that still clutched desperately at it. Kelly was still moving, still wanting more. That was good; he had plenty of video memory in the hidden camera. He just hoped Danny had placed it correctly. 

"Okay," he groaned. "somebody's gotta get up."

Danny reluctantly pulled from Kelly's ass and pushed himself up. His cock drooled juice across the back of her thigh as he stood up. Smiling wantonly, he stared down at the the blonde. Her legs still gripped Ray's, and he watched the subtle movement of her hips as she worked herself against him. Her asshole, he noted with pleasure, gaped wide, and a thin line of his semen drizzled into the lovely blonde fuzz that surrounded her cunt. He still wanted to bury his cock in that! 

I collapsed atop Ray, still craving more. His cock was resting just inside my labia, and I rolled myself against the soft slick bulk of it until it slipped from me. Even then, I didn't want to stop. Two men's ejaculations drooled down over the sensitive nerve endings of my vulva, lubricating and exciting me still, and I was finding that the smallest of motions helped extend my pleasure. In addition, I felt the cool air from the A/C vents teasing the swollen openings of my anus and vagina. I'd been fucked wide open, and it felt nasty and erotic. 

Danny leaned over and kissed me, and I half-turned, twisting my head to take his tongue into my mouth. In seconds, my heart rate begin to climb, and I breathed hard, feeling my nipples stiffen again. I harbored no resentment toward Danny at that point. I only wanted him to fuck me again, and I told him so. 

He pulled me to my feet, taking me into his arms, caressing my body with his calloused hands and making out with me while Ray got up from the sofa. I felt a second pair of hands circle my waist, and then Ray's mouth at my neck. The three of us stood in the middle of the room, naked, and they fondled me aggressively, front and rear. My lust skyrocketed as their fingers entered me, exploring and exciting my already sensitive nerve endings, and I climaxed as their fingers met inside me. 

"Ooooooooohhhhh!" My legs shook so hard that my knees buckled. They held me up between them until Danny could get his hands under my arms. Then he picked me up and slid me down over his erection, and I orgasmed almost continually as he started working me up and down on his cock. My pubic mound slid smoothly against his belly, lubricated by sweat and bodily fluids, and I had only to lock my ankles behind his hips to stay astride him. Then I felt Ray behind me. 

His massive cock was hard again, or at least hard enough to slip easily into my ass, and when he bucked his hips up under me, I felt him pressing against Danny's cock, already deep inside my pussy. The feeling was unbelievable! I moaned, I screamed, and the deeper they penetrated me the louder I cried out. Ray's cock lengthened and hardened, pushing to unimaginable depths in my colon, and I fell backward against his chest as they co-fucked me, conscious only of the carnal bliss that was controlling my body.

Ray smiled grimly as he thrust up into the little blonde's asshole. This bitch might just fuck us both all night! he thought. He wondered if his balls could keep up with the hard-ons the Viagra had enabled, or if he would run dry. Even so, he'd fuck this one until his cock got so sore he couldn't fuck her any more, and then hope Danny could finish her off. He reached beneath her arms and found her breasts with his hands. 

Kelly's moans had dissolved into little more than a series of shallow, hiccuping grunts, and her head lolled lazily against his collarbone. Ray squeezed her nipples hard between his thumbs and forefingers, but she didn't respond. Her almost continuous orgasms had apparently exhausted the tiny girl. Her arms now hung limply by her sides as the two men continued to thrust up into her cunt and ass, until each had cum again. 

Danny seemed to be having trouble holding her up. "Let's take her in the bedroom," Ray said, pulling himself free. "I'll get the camera. We'll take turns fucking her on the bed."

"Better get some more guys over here," Danny said, nearly out of breath as he carried her into the other room. "I'm not sure I've got much left for her." 

Both men were surprised when Kelly moaned, "Yessss," in a barely audible voice.

*****

Sometime after four A.M., a naked, barely conscious Kelly Randolph was half-carried, half-dragged to her car by a handful of young men. Ray and Danny were nowhere to be seen. The men laid her across the seat on her side, her bare legs and feet hanging out the door. One of the men raised one leg and straddled her, quickly fucking her one last time. Then he tossed the torn blouse on top of her as he walked away. Her high-heels and purse followed later. 

Red skirt still pushed up around her waist, Kelly pulled her knees up to her chest and slept. Cum leaked onto the seat, but she didn't stir until the morning sun began bearing down through the windshield. Kelly rolled listlessly onto her back. Her head pounded, and she ached all over. A car horn blared nearby, bringing her to sudden, painful awareness. 

"Shit!" 

I couldn't believe it. The sun was up! Had I slept that long? I strained to remember the events of last night. It was confusing, and my thoughts were muddled. There was Ray, and then Danny. Then, I realized with a gnawing in the pit of my stomach, there were others - lots of others. 

"Oh my God, I didn't..." I could feel the cum pooling around my ass on the seat as I sat up. "Oh, Christ!" I realized then that my skirt was still around my waist, and that was all I had on. Checking to see if anyone was around, I pulled it down and rifled through my purse, looking for my keys. They weren't there, but I spotted them on the floorboard. 

The dash to the trunk of my car was frantic, and I was appalled to hear a horn honking down the street. "Fuck you," I muttered, not looking up. I pulled the cotton blouse from the overnight I'd stowed there, and pulled that on before stepping into the shorts. Then I unzipped my skirt and let it drop to the driveway. It was wrinkled and dirty, and my thighs were glazed with the semen of - how many men? I glanced back at the house and shuddered. It looked vacant. 

I couldn't find my cell phone, and I knew I needed to call Troy, let him know I was all right. Maybe come up with an excuse. My car broke down. I went out with the girls. I couldn't tell him the truth: I'd been fucking a roomful of men all night, and was probably pregnant by now. "Oh, god..." 

I slid to the ground next to my car and sobbed, less concerned about my actions than by the consequences. That's when I knew I'd changed. I'd given in to my carnal urges, and I didn't care about that. I only wanted to come up with an excuse to keep me out of trouble with Troy. I was pathetic. Reluctantly, I got into my car and drove home. I didn't even try to come up with a story.

His parking spot in front of our apartment was deserted. Was he out searching for me? I got out of my car and walked upstairs holding my shoes, expecting to find police tape across the door, but all seemed normal. When I went inside, the message machine on the phone was flashing. With a heavy sigh, I pushed the button. 

"Kell? It's me. I'm sorry, honey. I have to work a second shift. Goddamn help~" Troy's voice sounded exasperated. "Listen, I won't be home until mid-day. Sleep good, okay? I love you."

The final beep sounded, and I began to breathe again. I stood there for another minute, then headed for the bedroom, dropping my skirt and blouse into the trash bin on the way, and my heels on the floor. Damn! I'd gotten away with it!

By the time I got into the shower, I was beginning to smile, and as I washed the crusty film from my body I allowed myself to think about those men's cocks, and the way they felt inside me. The feelings that had been rekindled. The way it made me feel about myself. I decided I had enjoyed it, and I hadn't even gotten my vouchers back. I didn't care.

My fingers lingered over my nipples as I soaped them. They were hard. 



Kelly Acts a Sub



A couple of weeks ago, a close female friend of mine agreed to be my slave for 24 hours. This was a long standing fantasy of mine and she felt that it would be interesting and consequently fun. The idea of being at someone's complete beck and call, to be dedicated to acting completely obedient and submissive seemed to fulfill a hidden desire within her.

The day started for her while I was at work. I had left a key to my apartment with her so that she could let herself in to begin preparing before I arrived at home. She arrived around 3, wanting to be certain that she had enough time. After a shower, where she made certain that she was completely smooth and as clean as possible, she entered my bedroom where I had left several "gifts" for her.

Opening the first bag, she finds a black thong, a matching push-up bra, and black thigh-high stockings. She carefully puts these on before moving to the next package. Inside is a short black skirt and form fitting white blouse. In the last box, is a pair of knee high black boots. After dressing and admiring herself in the mirror for a few moments, she opens the very last bag that is on the bed. Inside is a black leather collar and a leather and wood paddle. This last item is a reminder that failure to act appropriately will result in punishment.

Once the collar is on, she glances at her watch and realizes she only has about 15 minutes left to put on her makeup. Despite this, she takes her time to make sure it is just perfect. Looking in the mirror, she sees a fantastically dressed slut staring back at her. Her makeup highlights her eyes and the bright red lipstick she wears goes beyond voluptuous and adds a sexy air. Taking the paddle in one hand, she walks near the door to await my arrival.

When she hears the outer door open, her heart starts to beat faster. This is above and beyond anything that she has ever done before. Since she first met me, she has been learning and experiencing new things that she never even imagined. She is more than a little surprised to learn that she likes these new things. The idea of being physically dominated is a huge turn on and being treated like a dirty slut, while initially reprehensible, has slowly begun to appeal to her. Tonight is a culmination of everything she has done. She is out to push herself to the limit and at the same time, show just how much she cares about me. When she first decided to do it, it was more about me than anything else, but as she dressed, she realized that more and more of her was looking forward to what was about to happen.

As the door opens, she realizes there is no turning back. To completely fulfill the fantasy, no way out was established. To attempt to stop it now would result in being paddled into submission. She takes one last deep breath before I step through the door.

I enter my apartment and stop dead in my tracks when I see her standing before me. She looks sexier than anything I've ever seen in my life and the black collar and paddle are signs that she is willing to submit to my will. We had decided that the fantasy would start as soon as I arrived and I am pleased when she immediately says, "Welcome home Master."

Unfortunately, a little smile plays on her lips as she says this. It's most likely nervousness, but I can't have all this effort turn into a big joke.

"Turn around!", I snarl. This reaction startles her, as she was expecting a big grin or at least a hello. As a matter of fact I do, as soon as her back is turned. I take the paddle from her and place a hand on her upper back, signaling her to bend forward. I lift the rear of her skirt and am instantly aroused as the tops of her thigh-highs come into view. When I see her firm ass with a strip of black cloth disappearing between her cheeks, I am almost overcome with a desire to take her right there. I restrain myself though. This about more than just sex, it is an emotional and mental game as well.

"From now on, you will address me with respect. Do you understand?"

Her reply is a little breathless as she anticipates the strike. "Yes, Master." No sooner do the words leave her mouth, than I send the paddle in an arc towards her bared ass. The loud slap that it makes startles us both. The paddle is designed for this sort of play, and while it stings quite a bit and leaves a red mark, no damage is really done.

"You can stand up now, slut", I say.

"Thank you, Master."

We are both feeling pretty good about how the evening has started. The vulnerable position of being bent over and spanked has aroused both of us, and I am pleased at how well she is doing.

"I think I'm going to get in the shower now."

"May I undress you Master?"

"Yes"

With every exchange, we fall deeper into our roles as Master and slave. This makes it seem more realistic and adds to my appreciation. She begins by helping me off with my boots and socks. The removal of my jacket, is her next opportunity to mess up and unfortunately for her, she does. She stands very close to me and I can smell the perfume that she is wearing. Wisely, she makes no attempt to kiss me, but after she pushes the jacket from my shoulders, she allows it to fall on the floor behind me.

"What do you think you are doing?" I ask incredulously.

"Undressing you Master", she replies while glancing left and right trying to figure out where she erred.

"Throwing my clothes on the floor isn't what I call doing a very good job of that you stupid slut."

"I'm sorry M. . ."

"Shut up! Turn around", I interrupt. Picking up the paddle from where I had set it down, I repeat lifting her dress, but without hesitation, I bring the paddle down twice in quick succession. Her ass cheeks are glowing red and I can smell the unmistakable scent of her arousal. From our past conversations, I know that spanking sends shivers not just up and down her spine, but also through her pussy.

I let her dress fall and she cautiously stands up and turns around. She doesn't make eye contact and her breathing is coming rapidly. When I do not say anything, she lowers herself to her knees and begins working on my belt and fly. After lowering my pants and underwear in one pull, she helps me step out of them. My cock is completely hard and pulses with each of my heartbeats.

"Master, may I clean you with my tongue?" This question takes me by surprise, but it pleases me nonetheless. It shows how willing she is to please me.

"Only my feet", is my reply. I sit down on my couch as she lifts my right foot and pulls it to her waiting tongue. She starts with the sole of my foot and works up towards my toes. Looking down I see her wet pink tongue sliding between my toes. Momentarily she makes eye contact with me, but quickly looks down and concentrates on her task. After carefully sucking each toe and licking the space between them, the procedure is repeated with my left foot.

As I pull my foot away, she looks up and says, "Thank you Master."

Without a word, I stand up and remove my shirt. As I walk past her, I throw the sweaty item at her. I proceed into the bathroom and step into the shower. As the water flows over me, I think about how the evening is going so far. I am impressed with how she is willing to completely submit to any of my desires, no matter how degrading they are. I hope that she is enjoying this as much as I am. From the quick little smiles I see and the moist scent of her pussy that I detected, I think that she is.

I step out of the shower and wrap myself in the towel that she is holding out for me. After drying off, I tell her that I want her to entertain me. I direct her to the floor in front of the couch where she sits facing me. Her legs are spread wide and the skirt has hiked high enough for me to see the cloth of her thong pulled into the crevasse of her pussy.

As she reaches between her legs and begins to rub herself through her underwear she asks, "What would you like to see Master?"

Without a word, I go into the bedroom and return very shortly with a brown paper bag. I pull out the only item inside and her eyes go wide as she sees the impossibly large dildo that I am holding.

"I can't put that. . .", her sentence trails off as she realizes that she is denying me something. Looking down in a silent apology, she does not see me reaching for her. A quick yelp escapes her when she feels me pulling her to her feet by her hair. Without letting go, I grab a chair and pull it into the center of the room. Once I have sat down, I pull her so that she is laying face down over my lap. I reach underneath her skirt and pull her panties down to her thighs. The paddle is not within easy reach, so I begin the spanking with my bare hand.

The first slap leaves a red hand print and causes her to yelp again. After about the third slap, I take a moment to slide my hand between the cheeks of her ass and down towards her pussy. I am amazed at the amount of wetness that I encounter and at the same time that I realize she is indeed enjoying this, I also wonder if the last mistake was an intentional one. A few quick rubs and I go back to the spanking. Saying no to me will not be tolerated and I am going to make certain that the lesson is not soon forgotten.

It must have been about fifty slaps later when I finally decide that she has had enough. My hand is actually sore and her ass is glowing a fiery red. Reaching back between her legs, I am surprised to feel that she has gotten even wetter, if that's possible.

"Master, may I entertain you now?"

"Do you think that you can take that giant fake cock?"

"Yes Master."

This is the right answer, but I'm looking for more, so I ask, "What makes you think that?"

"Because I'm a slut Master."

This is more along the lines of what I want to hear. It's a huge turn on to hear such dirty things from her pretty mouth and the humiliation is a part of the fantasy. "Who's slut are you?"

"I'm your slut Master."

This pleases me immensely and I direct her to reach for the giant toy. I tell her to suck it for a little. This is more than for just my pleasure. It is indeed a very large toy and despite her wetness, I want to make sure that it slides in easily. Her mouth has to open wide to even take the end of it in and her lips are tight against the plastic as she works the first inch inside. After she manages to work a reasonable amount of it into her mouth, she pulls it back out and begins running her lips up and down the sides of it. Saliva glistens off the plastic as it receives a fresh coating on each pass of her mouth. When I feel that it is suitably wet, I direct her to get in front of me and begin to use it.

Once she is standing she reaches beneath her skirt and grabs the sides of her thong underwear. A simple "no" from me and she understands that I intend for her to leave them on. After once again sitting on the floor with her legs spread wide before me, she pulls the crotch of her panties aside revealing her very wet pussy lips. They part smoothly as her other hand slides the head of the dildo between them. She does not insert it yet, rather rubs it up and down between her lips, preparing for it's penetration. When she finally works up the nerve, she leans back on one of her hands as the other lines the head of it up and begins to push.

Her pussy spreads even wider as the cock begins to work it's way inside her. Almost imperceptibly it nudges forward, millimeters at a time. When there is about an inch inside, she pulls it back out before beginning to push even harder. On this second attempt, she works almost three inches in before once again removing it. This time however, she raises it once again to her mouth and adds more saliva to it in order to ease it's entry into her tight passage. With one last push, she finally gets it all the way in and a cry, halfway between a moan and a scream escapes her mouth. With that she begins sliding it in and out rhythmically. Slowly at first, but then faster and faster until she's jamming it as far as it will go into her taught body with every thrust.

After what seems like an hour, but was probably only a minute or so, her body spasms and then goes completely tense. Her breathing actually stops for a moment and then a huge amount of juice squirts from her pussy wetting her hand, the toy and my carpet. Her breathing is coming in ragged gasps and her eyes are heavy lidded as she looks up at me.

"Did you enjoy that Master?"

"Yes, you did well for a slut. But it looks like you have a mess to clean up." She does not hesitate before standing on wobbly legs and making her way to the kitchen to get some paper towels. As she gets on her hands and knees in front of me, I decide to finally satisfy the sexual urge that has been building in me since I have gotten home. Her cleaning continues as I kneel behind her and raise the back of her skirt, letting it rest around her waist. With one hand I guide my rock hard cock to her still exposed cunt and wet the end of it with her juices. She is still loose from the toy that was inside her and I slide in with ease. After only a few thrusts I pull out.

"You're too fucking loose now." I complain, although deep down I am quite certain that my insistence on the show has something to do with it.

Her quick answer turns me on even more, if that is possible. "I have other holes for your pleasure, Master." As this is an open invitation that I feel I cannot refuse, I take my dick that is still wet with her juices and begin to slide it up and down between the cheeks of her ass. In the process, I am wetting her extremely tight anal passage in preparation for its violation.

When I feel that she is lubed enough, I begin to push into her while guiding with my right hand. A guttural moan escapes her lips as I penetrate the tight outer ring of her anus. I feel something brush up against my balls and look down to see her pleasuring herself. Her fingers are inside her pussy and are actually massaging my dick through the thin membrane separating them from my cock in her ass.

In no time at all, I am thrusting all the way in before pulling almost all the way back out. Her ass grips at me and I can see it push in as I go in and cling as I pull back out. It is obvious that she is enjoying it despite the intensity of our fucking. She is shoving herself back against me trying to get more of me inside of her. Her hand is a blur as her fingers slide in and out of her pussy.

Suddenly she gives one last push against me and I can feel her ass spasm around my dick so hard that it almost hurts. This is my cue to push forward with all my might and suddenly I begin to cum within her. She senses this and begins to encourage me.

"Cum in your little slut's ass. I want to feel your load in me. Oh please Master, give it to me." This is more than enough to sustain my orgasm and unleash massive amounts of semen deep within her. Even when I'm done cumming, I can still feel my cock twitch and throb within her.

Not wanting to cause her undue discomfort, I slowly and gently pull myself from inside her. I hear a soft popping noise as my dick comes free. Without a word, I allow her to get up and clean herself off as I do the same.

The rest of the night was fairly uneventful. She waited on me hand and foot, as a good slave should do, and after ensuring that I was well fed followed me to the bedroom. The sex that night was fantastic and I cannot wait for our next experience.