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Truth or Dare Ch. 03

By: davedadog



Chloe looked at me, "Are you? Are you dying to fuck me Eric?"

I looked her in the eye, "You know I am… I have been for a long time." She smiled and reached down to grasp me. I had started to stiffen again when Monica came and feeling Chloe's hand on me gave me new incentive. She pressed the head against her lips and slowly pressed herself down on me. We both moaned slightly as she took me completely inside her. She lay still for a moment so I could feel her surrounding me. It was incredible. She began to move over me, up and down, sliding me in and out of her. I slid my hands over her body, holding her hips as she rode me slow and gentle. She lowered herself and put her chest in my face. I held her breasts and kissed and licked her nipples. She began to breathe heavily and knowing that Monica was lying there, watching us only made the experience more tantalizing. I started moving my hips, pushing myself to meet Chloe's body as she lowered herself onto me. She moaned a little as I did, and we went like this for a while, just fucking each other nice and slowly.

Then Chloe quickened the pace to which I responded. She leaned back now, arching her back and urged me on.

"Yeah Eric, fuck me, do it to me!"

I started thrusting my hips now, holding her by the waist and pumping inside her. I could feel her tighten around me and I reacted, growing harder still. We were fucking fast and hard now and I had lost track of everything except the experience of her body. I leaned forward and she wrapped her arms around me, pulling me tight.

"Oh yeah, come on baby, fuck me like that!" she let out with a moan.

I sucked hard on her nipple as I squeezed her and slammed into her. I could feel the tension swelling inside me.

Chloe let out a gasp. Her body tensed. I could feel the warmth of her juices flowing over me. She squealed with delight. She started to relax and let out a slow, satisfied moan.

I couldn't hold back.

"Oh fuck! I am cumming!" I yelled.

It happened almost before I was aware of it. Chloe had eased off of me and a hand was stroking my aching cock, wet with Chloe's juices.

I cried out and erupted as Monica's hand pumped me furiously. Electricity ran throughout my body as I came. I was completely overwhelmed by what was happening. I could feel the warmth of my cum dripping down my cock and all over Monica's hands.

"Oh my god!" I whispered hoarsely.

Monica giggled happily and I looked down and saw her sucking on her fingers and looking up at me with a smile.

I lay back on the bed, my body feeling fluid and loose as I brain still tried to process the pleasures running through it. Chloe rolled onto my chest and began kissing me deeply and slowly.

"That was soo good." she whispered.

"That was fucking incredible!" I replied as Monica climbed up on the bed and lay on the other side of me. I turned to her and kissed her with the same longing I had given to Chloe.

We lay there, in each others' arms for awhile, catching our breath and not entirely sure what to say or do.

"I think that would be the most unusual, and incredible, sexual experience I ever had." I finally told them.

"What do you mean "had'?" said Chloe. "I'm not done tonight, are you Monica?"

Monica laughed, "Well, the night is young, I think we had better keep at it, who knows when we will have the balls to try something like this again?"

"Holy shit, these two are going to kill me!" I thought to myself. "Well, if I am going to die, this is the way I want to go!"

Chloe leaned over and started kissing me again as her hand wondered down my stomach to my now limp cock. She began stroking it slowly. Monica turned my face to her and kissed me, as Chloe slipped her tongue in my ear. Monica's hand went down between my legs and she started massaging my balls. I tried to keep up with their kisses. It was overwhelming.

Chloe stopped kissing me and looked down at my crotch.

"I'm not sure he wants to play with us, Monica?" she said teasingly. Despite their efforts I had not risen to attention just yet.

"Good things cum to those who wait." I tried.

"I don't like to wait," said Monica.

"Then don't," said Chloe confidently, "You can play with me."

With that Chloe leaned over me and kissed Monica. Not like before, when we played spin the bottle. This was a deep wet kiss, which clearly surprised Monica. She pulled back at first, but Chloe persisted and Monica gave in, returning the kiss hesitantly. Chloe took Monica's face in her hands and caressed her gently as they kissed. When they broke off finally, the flustered look on Monica's face was contrasted by the now smoldering look on Chloe's. She looked at me with a grin and said, "Excuse us dollface."

With that she crawled over me and climbed on top of Monica. I started to protest being left out, but quickly thought better of it.

Chloe sat astride Monica's stomach and took her hands as she stared at her. Chloe then spread her arms apart on the bed and drew her face close to Monica's in the process.

"I've always wanted to do this." I heard her whisper before she began kissing Monica with renewed passion. She cupped Monica's breasts and caressed them as tongues mingled with one another in a frenzy of delight. The almost frantic desire that Chloe had opened up was soon matched by Monica, who had given in to the moment completely now. I lay next to them and marveled at the display they were putting on. Chloe had worked her way down and was licking and sucking Monica's nipples. Monica smiled and ran her fingers through Chloe's hair while Chloe began to slide a hand down Monica's stomach and slipped it between her legs. Monica responded eagerly, parting her legs and allowing Chloe's finger to slide over her still wet lips. Chloe brought her finger to her own lips and tasted it, then began kissing and sucking Monica's hard nipples again. It was incredible watching Chloe work over Monica, devouring her body.

Soon Chloe stood up and pulled Monica to the edge of the bed. She slowly got to her knees, gently pressed Monica's legs apart and lowered her head between them. I stared as Monica gasped in response to Chloe's tongue sliding inside her. Chloe ran her hands all over Monica while she slowly and methodically licked her pussy. The sight was amazing and I soon found it having an effect on me. My cock began to stiffen as I lay next to Monica while Chloe darted her tongue in and out of her wet pussy.

Monica held Chloe's head between her legs with one hand and began squeezing her breasts and nipples with the other. Chloe took her finger and pressed it against Monica's clit, then slipped it inside her. Monica let out a moan in response. Chloe worked her finger slowly in and out of Monica while taking long slow licks of her. I was rock hard now and could not resist stroking myself as I watched the girls. 

Chloe finally noticed me and said, "It looks like dollface is finally ready to play…should we let him Mon?"

She never stopped sliding her finger in and out of Monica, who laying back on the bed only responded with an affirmative sounding moan.

"Why don't you do something useful with that?" Chloe said with an impish grin before returning her tongue to Monica's dripping lips.

I quickly surveyed the scene and decided what to do. I got up from the bed and positioned myself behind Chloe. I slid my hands over her fine ass and she responded by spreading her legs a little. I came in behind her with my cock in hand and pressed it against her, feeling it slide easily along her wet lips. Almost uncontrollably, I slipped inside her for the second time that night, and marveled at how good she felt. Her mouth was smothering Monica's pussy, but she moaned in response as I grabbed her ass and began slowly pumping in and out of her. Monica was clearly delirious with pleasure and moaned again and again, telling Chloe breathlessly how good it felt. As I started fucking Chloe from behind, her enthusiasm grew and she was devouring Monica with animal lust and reaching down between her legs to squeeze my balls when I slid into her.

I found a slow steady rhythm and fucked Chloe to it. Monica had put her legs over Chloe's shoulders and was getting louder and more eager every time I thrust into Chloe, driving her face into Monica. I leaned over Chloe as I pumped her and whispered, "Make her cum."

She moaned and began sucking hard on Monica's clit. Monica's body suddenly tensed. She let out a high-pitched cry and then arched her back.

"Oh fuck yeah!" she cried, then squealed in ecstasy. "Oh, oh, oh yes! Oh my god!"

Her body trembled and she pushed Chloe away instinctually, her body unable to handle the waves of pleasure sweeping over her.

Watching Monica cum with such fervor was delightful and only made me harder. I slid a hand down Chloe's back as I began fucking her harder. She had finished her work on Monica and seemed to focus on feeling my cock slamming in to her, pushing herself into me. She lay between Monica's legs and squeezed my balls as I methodically fucked her. I was delirious from this little orgy we had embarked on. I was doing things with Chloe and Monica I had only dreamed of.

Monica finally recovered somewhat from her body shaking orgasm and pulled Chloe up to her. Chloe responded and climbed up on top of Monica and they began kissing again, this time it seemed like Monica was the more eager of the two.

I was far from done and got up from my knees, stood behind Chloe, and slipped my wet cock back into her, feeling her pussy tighten around me. Monica was kissing her and running her hands all over her body as I started fucking her in earnest, slamming into her hard and making her feel every inch. She let out gasps with every thrust and I knew she was feeling it. I could hear Monica quietly urging me on, telling me to fuck her.

It was all almost too much to handle, I was fucking Chloe with all I had, my balls slapping against her and Monica urging me on. Chloe lay between us enjoying both our attentions, moaning and groaning with pleasure. I knew that I couldn't hold out much longer, when Chloe suddenly came. Her body tensed and quivered and I felt her tight lips clenching me as she moaned over and over. That was what put me over the edge as well.

I slammed slowly and deeply into Chloe one last time and then pulled out as I erupted. I felt the most intense, incredible feeling as I came all over Chloe's ass. I stroked myself and squeezed every bit of cum onto her. My head was spinning and I could barely focus on anything beyond the sensation of having just satisfied an incredible lust.

I finally collapsed on the bed next to the girls. Monica was gently kissing Chloe as she rubbed my cum all over her ass.

I hardly knew what to think to do. We all just lay there, quietly recovering from the debauchery we had just finished. The afterglow we were basking in seemed to light up the whole room. I lay there with the girls in a hazy dreamscape, the images of the evening playing through my mind as our hands caressed one another's bodies.

Thoroughly exhausted, we fell asleep without any thought aside from the delusional pleasures of one another.

Truth or Dare Ch. 03: Take Me Tom



Cupping his balls in my left hand I move position to take my man in my mouth. My Mother always told my older sister that it is a woman's role, her duty to please her man, to be there for him as needed, when needed. I wonder if my sister is as compliant, as obliging with her Husband of 6 months as I wish to be for Tom. I could be a very obliging young lady indeed. My mind has been filled with fantasies over the years of being the submissive girlfriend, and wife. If only. 

Tom's legs now spread wide, his hands above his head holding onto the headboard. An image flashes through my mind of his hands tied. A strong sexy man, hands bound. My cock drips a little in my panties at the thought. I dismiss the fleeting image from my mind. It is we, the girls that should be bound by the strong forceful, dominant man. My mind is a whirl with contradicting, thrilling thoughts. 

I lick my lovers balls. Each in turn. I gaze at his magnificent cock. Larger than mine, of course, a mans cock should be bigger than his little girlfriends'. It is cut as am I ,he is trimmed he is tidy, he is perfect. My mind drifts back to earlier in the day prior to my dress up when I showered shaved and then waxed. I hope Tom will appreciate the effort I have gone to in ensuring I am smooth, for him. 

I hope my little cock and my balls look as they did when i was a boy . I have a little pink ribbon I tie around my cock at times. Perhaps tonight might be a special night. Should I let Tom tie the pink lace in a bow or should I. My mind is wandering all over the place. I need to focus if I am to be a good girl and fulfil my man. 

"Oh my god, that's it, suck me," whispers Tom as I take him in my mouth.

His cock fills me once again. My mouth wide as I lower myself onto him. I feel no hand on my head. Perhaps his hands are still above his head. The image of him tied flashes through my mischievous mind again as I make my first attempt to deep throat. He is so huge, I can not possibly take his all, I suckle gently amidst his moans. I kiss the tip, my tongue dancing at the slit.

The little drops of clear precious precum excite me. I know I must continue to kneel in the dress, kneel between his legs. I fear that if I were to lay down, face down on the bed, to feel pressure, that I would surely be unable to hold on. I would surely fill my sister's pretty panties. I would surely fill them with cream. My sissy Girly cream. 

While I suckle, lick, suck, stroke, I picture our two naked cocks together. Matching cocks, His and Hers cocks. His the strong dominant potent cock, hers the pretty little submissive cock to be treated as the man sees appropriate. In my mind a little lace pink bow around mine, as if we need to be reminded who is the girl tonight. I quietly giggle to myself as I imagine our cocks as little people all dressed up, mine as a bride, his as the groom. 

"Oh God, that's incredible," he whispers, "what do I call you when you are dressed like this?" he asks. 

Lifting my head and looking him straight in the eye I reply "Rebecca, call me Rebecca Tom".

"Come up here baby, I want to kiss Rebecca." he says. I reposition, moving up. I sit astride my god of a man. As I move over his cock, I pause to imagine the sensation of lowering myself on him. I fantasise about how it is to feel to have him enter me. He raises his hips slowly. I lower myself just a little. I feel the tip of his cock push against the rear of my panties. We smile, we both know. 

I lean forward to kiss my man. My dress now covering his chest, his cock still easing against the fabric of the panties. Part of me longs to hear the fabric rip and to feel him enter me. I know I must wait. I can be a good girl. I have waited all these years. What's another hour or two. 

I move further up, leaning forward I position to kiss him. Another images races through my over active imagination. An image of me as a woman, my breasts swaying as I lean forward to kiss my lover.

Back to the here and now. We kiss. His hands wandering over my dress, he runs his fingers over my bra strap. As I lean a little further forward I feel my padded bra rest on his chest. My feelings of femininity heightened moment by moment. He repositions slightly , he raises his hips slightly. 

I feel his cock hard against the back of my panties again. I push back into him, I long to feel them rip, long for him to perhaps move them aside. I long to feel a potent erect cock slip inside me. 

He now thrusts gently as we kiss, he slowly unbuttons my dress, he plays with my bra strap. Our kiss is intimate, exciting, passionate. Our kisses are growing more urgent. The wind strengthening, the crashes of thunder seem to heighten my growing feelings of urgency, of excitement. The rustling of the fabric, the feel of the net petticoat driving me wild. I fear an explosion in my panties. I long for his explosion up me. 

Tom instructs me to sit up straight. I do as I am told as all good girls must. He is a magnificent sight laying on his back. Strong, rugged, handsome. His strength, his masculinity heightens my feelings of femininity in a way I have never previously experienced. 

I sit on his erect cock. The feelings of his manhood tapping at the rear of my little panties feels superb. He pulls the top of my dress forward, removing it. I am now sitting up straight, rocking gently backwards and forwards on him as he gazes at my padded lace bra. He cups them in his hands. Fondling me as he would a woman amongst my moans of delight.

The feel of a man caressing my imaginary breasts is a dream. I close my eyes and savour the feeling. In my mind my phantom breasts have been a part of me all my life. 

Again, I am glad he can not read my mind as an image forms in my mind of the many times as a teen that I have sat in a chair beside a mirror in bra, panties, stockings, heels with my sisters life sized baby doll at my breast as I gaze at the reflection of Rebecca breast feeding. But one of many moments throughout my life that I become a woman. 

Tom sits up straight, he begins to reposition. "On your knees Rebecca," he instructs. 

Again I eagerly comply. I kneel on the bed. The top half of my dress hanging loose the bottom half for now neatly in position. I feel frustrated that the kissing must stop but excited about what may come next. 

Tom kneels behind me, his strong hands around my waist as he pulls me back. His cock is still outside the many layers of the dress. He is teasing me, maybe we are teasing each other. He pulls me back against him. Even through the layers I feel how hard he is. His erect cock must be pointing straight forward. I need him. 

At last I feel him lift the dress. He lifts it high, folding both the skirt and the petticoats up onto my back. I feel the cool air. He reaches forward and strokes me through the panties, gently, delicately. His hand moves back and briefly cups my little LadyBalls. 

He unfasten the stockings from the belt, the straps hang free as he starts to remove my panties. I fear I will explode over the bed as he gently removes them and casts them aside. I prey I have not stretched them too much. Has my sister ever felt such excitement with a guy while wearing them.

I have never felt so exquisitely exposed as I kneel there on all fours. He refastens the garter straps to my stockings before taking my hard little sissy cock in his hand again and gently strokes me. He moves forward slightly. I feel his erect manhood against my bare skin for the first time. 

I am no longer protected by the delicate lace of the panties. If Tom were to want me now all he would have to do is thrust forward and I would be his. I long for the moment. He pushes forward. He teases me. His erect cock is neatly positioned to enter me. To fuck me. I am tantalizingly close to being screwed as a girl. His hand moves from my cock. Both his hands now around my waist. 

He pulls me back onto his shaft. The tip rests at my entrance. I long to feel him fill me though we both know that I cannot take him like this. Not just yet. His precum lubricates the tip. He eases forward. 

The tip slips in. I push back. We are both eager, desperate. We both know that it will not work this way. Not just yet. 

"God you are a sexy little bitch Rebecca", Tom says, "On your back, now."

Eagerly I roll over. He lifts my dress, my little cock pointing for the sky amidst the petticoats and chiffon. I gaze at his dripping cock. We both know that it will still not fit. 

"In my bedroom, down the hall, third on the left," I instruct.

"Under the bed, cardboard box, go and get it." 

He looks confused but he leaves me on my sisters bed and proceeds to my room as instructed. I know I need lubrication. I have fucked myself with my vibrator hundreds of times and I know that Tom is bigger...much bigger.

Returning, he empties the entire contents on the floor. I instruct him to open the KY lubricant. As he does so, much to my embarrassment he looks at my three vibrators, my stockings, my bras, panties, my maid costume, my princess dress and my numerous other secret dress up playthings. He jokingly points the plastic imitation gun at me. I blush. 

Kneeling between my legs he hands me a condom. Eagerly ripping it open I carefully roll it on him. I can not believe that at long last I am the girl, putting a condom on her man. 

Taking the lubricant he looks perplexed. Smiling, I take it from him. I unfasten the lid. I place a pillow under the base of my back then lay back. I pour a little onto myself and it trickles down towards my ass. I take his middle finger and show him where to position it. The oil builds up behind the dam that is his middle finger. 

"Massage it in baby," I instruct "Then Take me, I am yours." 

As he finger fucks me with his ample digit I try with every ounce of self control to hold on. 

I am ready, we are ready.

As he lays on top of me gazing into my eyes I whisper "Take me Tom" 

To be continued.



Truth or Dare Ch. 1



Gruesome's, on a Friday night. It's one hell of a place to be, if you like hard rock, hard drugs and easy sex. I could care less about the music, didn't touch drugs, but oh, everyone had been telling me it was more than time I do something about my virginity.

Like lose it, you know?

But I was scared. I loved daddy, and I didn't want to upset him. I'd secretly been dreaming for months that he'd be the one to take it, and I'd been saving it for him. I didn't want to give it away to some cheap asshole who would never ask my name.

It's Megan, by the way.

So tonight it was girl's night out. Julie, a sweet little blond, really didn't belong with the rest of us. She was a straight A student studying to be a doctor. How heroic! But I think she liked the thrill of seeming to do something dangerous, so she came along some Fridays, but everyone knew she was out of place. There were plenty of guys who wanted to pierce her prissy veneer, or maybe it was something else they wanted to tear into, but with her pretty blue eyes, her heart-shaped face, and those conservative clothes, she definitely taunted them.

Beth was a hottie, and a real slut. She had jet black hair to die for, and these haunting green eyes that stayed with you forever. Course, most guys never even looked at her face; they liked her big tits, and how her black miniskirt showed she wasn't wearing anything underneath. But she wasn't a tease; offer her enough money, or even just a good line, and she'd go home with you, and take it all off.

And Sandy, she wasn't anything to look at, brown hair, brown eyes, fair skin, and wide-rimmed glasses that would have looked better on her grandfather. She was also a little overweight, but most guys said what the hell, 'cause she gave great blow jobs.

I'm not s'posed to know what one of those is, but well, hanging around with Beth and Sandy, I know. I've even watched a few, when the guys couldn't wait.

What do I look like? I'm not that hot, I don't think. Daddy's never been tempted, anyhow, so I guess ... well, anyway, big blue eyes, but they're hidden behind glasses, too. Long, auburn hair ... I'm not fat, not skinny, just tall with long legs. Julie says it's called coltish. I dunno; I've been clumsy all my life, while my body took its time growing into my legs. 

So tonight we were drinking ... well everyone but Julie, who was drinking Coke. Me, I had along Island ice tea. It tasted just like lemonade, and I knew it would kick my ass if I wasn’t careful.

"Hey, guys, you wanna have a little fun?" Beth asked, looking at us over her rum and Coke.

Julie asked warily, "What kind?"

"Truth or dare," Beth said happily, looking around at all the college guys. "Just us playing, but all of them to play with."

Julie started to shake her head, but I had to pipe up. "Oh, come on, Jules, what could be the harm?"

"Plenty!" Julie retorted succinctly.

Sandy was all for it, though, and as so often happens, Julie found herself outnumbered three to one. Unwilling to leave the bar on her own, she reluctantly agreed.

If I'd known then what I know now, I would have sided with Julie.

Julie got to go first. I don't even remember the question, something about Beth's dreams for the future, some white picket fence nonsense like that. No one ever took dares on Julie's questions, 'cause they were so puritan. How can anyone growing up in our society be so damned innocent?

But Beth easily heated things up. "Megan, what's the naughtiest dream you've ever had?"

I could feel myself blushing even before she had finished the question. I couldn't tell her about the daddy dreams.

How could I? In one, I was stretched out on that silky cloud of pillows and comforters he calls a bed. There were two big panthers at the foot of the bed; each of them had one of my ankles in their mouth. It was clear ... squirm, and you'll be missing a foot.

My hands were tied to a ring above the bed; I was all spread out, on display for daddy, and he was hovering over me, his wings extended, shrouding me in darkness, that and his scent ... it's kinda like lavender. I could see his cock, stuck out from his body, but ... nothing happened. He told me he'd teach me how to be his big girl, but then ... then I tried to squirm, and one of the panthers bit me, and I could feel blood running down my leg, and I woke up.

Oh, I was all wet, I've got to tell you. I lay there in bed, rubbing my fingers along my slit, 'cause I felt so funny. Finally, I sorta squirmed a lot, and my fingers got even wetter. I felt better then.

I wiped my hand on my breast, and oh, my nipples were so sensitive. I nearly cried out at the tingling it evoked.

Is that being a woman, daddy?

Anyhow, as I thought about all these naughty dreams, Beth and Sandy were staring at me.

"What? Oh, yeah, right, the question!" I stammered, trying to think of something I could tell them.

That dream with daddy had disturbed me, and I was afraid to confess it. They would never understand how I’d wanted to beg him to fuck me and then let the panthers have a turn ... so I made something up. Something they'd believe.

"Well," I began, thinking fast, "remember that dance we went to, where Billy got drunk and threw up all over Sharon's mink coat?"

Everyone laughed, even Julie. Billy was a prick. When Sharon had thrown him in the pool in her fury, everyone had wished she'd done something worse.

"Anyway," I continued. "There was that cute guy, Ian, who asked me to dance. Well, I dreamed that after the dance, he said that he was really hot for me, and wanted me to come out to his car."

Both Beth and Sandy were interested, and Julie was already blushing.

"So I went, figuring I'd have something to tell you guys, 'cause you're always after me to go get laid. In the car, he locked both doors, and unzipped his pants. He had this monster cock, it was huge, and he told me to kiss it."

Sandy and Beth laughed, but Julie looked like she wanted to crawl under the table.

"I'd watched you guys plenty, and I knew what to do, but it's a lot harder than it looks. He tasted funny, and was so huge ... I sucked on him for a while, and he got mad, and told me I was doing it wrong, and then he started moving in and out of my mouth, real hard. When I tried to pull away," and here I trailed off, for effect.

"What happened?" Beth asked eagerly.

"I tried to get away, but he kept pushing it in. He grabbed my head and pushed it down on his cock, and told me if I didn't do it right, then he'd tell everyone I couldn't even give a good blow job. I didn't want people to know I'd even tried, so I began to suck again. It kept quivering in my mouth, and finally it exploded, and white creamy stuff spilled out."

I paused once more, then plunged on when I saw I had their attention. "He got so mad at me, because at the last minute, when he thought I was gonna take it on my own, I pulled back, and it sprayed all over my face, and on his upholstery." He slapped me, and threw me out of the car, leaving me to sneak back into the party and try to clean up before anyone caught me.

"Oooooooh," Julie squealed, drawing the attention of a couple bikers who'd been wanting a taste of her for weeks now.

She hastily turned away, but Beth and Sandy were satisfied. For the moment.

I glanced between Sandy and Julie; neither of them had answered a question. I put my finger in my mouth, and sucked at it contemplatively.

Then I turned on Sandy, who was sipping at her martini nonchalantly.

"Sandy," I began, smirking, "tell us about the first time you gave a blow job. Exactly how did you get so good?"

Sandy, who was never troubled by anything, began to blush. And it wasn't just a little thing, oh no. Beth, sensing paydirt, turned to squeal, "Yeah, Sandy, come on, tell us about the first time."

Julie, I was almost certain, was going to slip beneath the table and just crawl away. Somehow she managed to say, "You could always take dare, Sandy."

Sandy shook her head vehemently. "Oh, no, then Megan will have me demonstrating good blow job techniques right in the middle of Gruesome's."

"Hey, that's not a bad idea," I said smugly, "I'll save it up for later."

She threw me a scathing look, and spun her drink idly.

"Come on, Sandy," Beth prompted, "tell us about it, girlfriend."

With a resigned sigh, Sandy began.

"It was my senior year in high school, and I’d just turned eighteen," she said softly, her cheeks still crimson. "Mom and dad were breaking up, my brother Chris was drinking all the time, and my younger sister Lisa kept talking about running away. Things were just a mess; I wasn't doing very well in school."

Beth's eyes widened, but I hushed her with a finger across my lips; let Sandy tell the story.

"So, when I failed my math final," Sandy went on, "I didn't know what to do. I wanted to go to college, and I knew this wouldn't look good."

Smiles and soft sounds of commiseration greeted her confession, and buoyed by the warmth and caring of her friends, Sandy went on. (Fuck that, we just wanted some dirt on her.)

"I don't know how it happened," Sandy went on. "I went to see my math teacher, Mr. Green. I wanted to see if there was any way to improve my grade." She sighed. "Everyone thought he was a real cutie; he maybe was 24, with long, black hair that he usually wore in a ponytail, a scar across his right cheek and the most gorgeous blue eyes. He was about six feet tall, dark, maybe looked Hispanic, though I don't know, with a name like Green. It didn't matter; talking to him always left me breathless."

"He was real sympathetic, but said that at this late date, there was nothing anyone could do; I started to cry, and told him about all the awful things at home, and you could tell he felt bad. He pulled me close, and held me, and started rubbing my shoulders. Then his hand drifted down and cupped my breast, and squeezed gently. It felt so good; I wasn't wearing a bra underneath, and I know he liked that, because he smiled, and lowered his head to kiss me on the cheek. But I wanted more, suddenly knowing what I could do to fix my grade. I turned my head, and our lips met, and oh it was heaven."

She sighed dreamily, recalling. "It was the first time I'd ever done anything like that. He parted my lips with his tongue, and all of a sudden we were Frenching. And it was so good; he tasted good. I was wearing a blue sweatshirt, and kind of tight jeans ... ok, they were really tight, because Paul told me that he liked the way they showed off my ass, and I liked Paul, you know. Mr. Green's hands slipped up under my sweatshirt, and each grabbed abreast, at first just squeezing while he kissed me. But then, he moved to my nipples, and he began to pinch them. I gasped, and pulled away, and he asked me if I wanted him to stop."

She laughed, a husky sound that I knew guys liked. "I wasn't about to say yes; if he was gonna be my first, I couldn't ask for better. I said, Oh, no, Mr. Green, just tell me what you want me to do. He chuckled, and went back to kissing me, and squeezing my nipples. I just leaned into him; he smelled like cinnamon and leather, sorta, and I couldn't help but feeling safe. But every time he pinched my nipples, I groaned, it felt so good, the way the pain spread out, becoming a warm, sensual tingle before too long, and he would only kiss me, bite at my lips, just tease me with his mouth."

How could she spend so much time on a kiss, I wondered? A kiss is just a kiss, right?

"Anyway," Sandy continued, perhaps sensing that I was bored, "he then told me to take off my clothes, so he could see all of me. Right there in his office. As I started to undress, he went to the door and calm as you please he locked it. When he turned back, I was perched on his desk, legs spread, naked as can be, my clothing in a heap on the floor. He smiled, and stepped closer, running his hands all over me. I was trembling, but it wasn't with fear. He asked me if I had ever done anything like this before. At first I was mad. What do you think I am, I cried, a slut? No, no, Sandy, he murmured, as his fingers found my slit. I was wet, can you believe it? I tried to squirm away, not wanting him to know, but he gripped my shoulder with one hand, and parted my pussy lips with the other, running a finger up and down the cleft. Oh, Mr. Green, I whispered, that feels so good."

She had our undivided attention now, perverts that we were. Even sweet Julie, still sipping at her Coke, was pretending not to listen, while she leaned forward, avidly curious.

"He drew me to my feet, then, and wiped his hand on my stomach. I remember being embarrassed, feeling dirty as he spread my juices across my bare belly, but he didn't seem bothered by it. He unbuttoned his pants, releasing his cock, and it was probably not all that big, but it seemed big at the time, as it sprang out to stand at attention.

"It's happy to see you, Sandy," he said, placing his hands on my shoulders, and pushing me down onto my knees. "Why don't you kiss it?"

I started to shake my head, but he caught my nipples between his fingers, and pinched, hard. Tears came to my eyes, and I pressed my face against his thighs to hide them. He smelled good, still, sorta musky, like the wild animal scent I sometimes smell when out at grandma's farm. I cried out when his cock brushed my cheek, but it was silky soft and yet hard, and not gross at all.

"Let's see if you can give an A blow job, first time out," he rumbled, placing one hand at the nape of my neck, while the other still played with my breasts.

And I knew I had to. But I wasn't sure what to do. So I kissed the tip of him, shy and fleeting, and he groaned a little. "Take him in your mouth, baby," he coaxed, and now his touch on my nipples was an ache that made me want to obey him, it felt so good. "And while you do, put your hand between your legs, and show me how you play with yourself, how you masturbate at night."

"I don't masturbate," I protested, but he only laughed.

"Of course you do, Sandy. Come on, show me how you do it."

I couldn't believe it, but soon his cock was in my mouth, and with his hand on my neck, he was guiding me, showing me how to move up and down on it. He told me to suck, not blow, to imagine that his cock held a milkshake that would make me get the best grades ever, if only I could drink all of what was inside it. It was difficult, at first; his shaft slipped between my lips, filling my mouth till I could barely breathe, and the smell of him became intense. A few drops of white, milky liquid appeared at the tip, and when I licked them off, they were salty and tasted strange.

In the room, all I could hear was my own ragged breathing, the sucking sounds as my mouth worked around his cock, and his own occasional grunts and murmurs of encouragement. It was hard, but I must have been a natural, even then, because soon I had a rhythm going, and slowly he plunged into my mouth, till almost all of him was there.

While I sucked him, my fingers were plucking at my love button (that's what my friends called it) and I was squirming, getting wetter and wetter right there in his office. I slipped a finger inside my pussy, while my thumb flicked back and forth across my clit, my own movements matching his still-slow fucking of my mouth.

The first time his cock twitched, I jumped, but he only said, "It likes you ... now get ready, I need to go faster."

And with that, he began to move his hips, no longer waiting for me. I tried to fight at first, but oh, he wouldn't take no for an answer. He began to growl, slamming into my mouth harder and deeper, until he hit something at the back of my throat, and I gagged; that drew a throaty chuckle from him, and I felt his cock really begin to quiver. Now he held my head with both hands, driving his shaft into my mouth relentlessly, till his balls slapped against my face, time and again. The beating of his flesh against me, my utter helplessness to prevent this pillaging of my throat, turned me on, and I slipped another finger into my cunt, maintaining the tempo, faster now, till my palm ground against my sex, my fingers questing deeper and deeper inside me.

"Just a little longer, baby," he promised, as my fingers flicked at my clit. My juices were really flowing, and they splashed my belly and his pants and everything as I knelt there in his office, working on my math grade.

"You're going to be a good little slut," he murmured, and my cheeks glowed with pride. "I'll bet you'll get good grades all throughout college," he continued, and then his cock went deeper than it had yet, and I couldn't even breathe. I hung there, thinking he was going to kill me, choke me to death ... and then this hot, creamy juice was flowing down my throat in thick, ropey strands.

"Drink it all, baby, and you'll get that A," he promised, one hand holding my head firmly in place, not letting me pull away, and the other pinching so hard at my nipples that I wanted to scream.

And as his cum poured into me, I began to quiver, my whole body spasming, as if I, too, was happy. Juices spilled down my legs; it was never like that when I masturbated alone.

He tasted nasty, but would you believe, I drank it all, and then cleaned him off when he told me to, using my tongue to lick all along the underside, and over his balls, too.

Eventually, he told me to get dressed, and that if I came back regularly, he'd see to it that I got good grades all year. As I turned away, he slapped my ass, and it felt good, too. Everything felt good. Guess it's why I'm good at blow jobs, but bad at math, huh?"

She trailed off, blushing, and I began to applaud. "Who's gonna buy a drink for the math teacher who taught Sandy to suck cock so good?" I called into the crowd, and several people raised their hands. Shortly, we had more free drinks than we knew what to do with, and Sandy had a few offers of a different nature.