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Fiona

By: marriedpervs



FIONA - BY Dee & Steve - this story was written for a young couple who asked us to write a sex fantasy for them. Fiona and andresss wanted a wild sex romp written about Fiona, and so here goes! Hope you like it.

Jim and I had worked together for about ten years. I was his boss, but we were good mates too. We'd also shared some sexy moments together, as we both were married to women who loved to fool around. My wife Dee was a fox, and Jim's wife Angie was also sensational. This story however, does not involve either Dee or Angie. It is about my new personal assistant, Fiona.

Fiona was hired the moment Jim and I saw her enter the office waiting room for the interview. I needed a new PA. We'd advertised and had hundreds of applications, and had narrowed it down to the last half dozen. Fiona was the youngest, and least experienced. However, once I saw her, it mattered little. She was gorgeous in that girl next door who might just be hiding a sexy secret kind of way. During the interview, I discovered that she was a young mum, aged 25, with a pretty face and a great body. Her large breasts seemed to defy gravity, but they also had the delightful bounce of natural boobs as she walked into the office in her black heels. At 5'6" she was about four inches shorter than me, and had a stunning set of legs that she seems to enjoy showing off.

I called her that very afternoon to offer the job, and when a man answered the phone, I was surprised. He introduced himself as andress, her husband. When Fiona came to the phone and I told her the good news, she squealed and shrieked in true excitement. I again congratulated her and asked her to start the following Monday. She thanked me and said goodbye. I placed the phone down and smiled, feeling happy that she was so keen, and also so cute!

The following week was really nice, with Jim and I showing Fiona the ropes. Our business has only twelve employees plus us and Fiona, so it was easy to introduce her to everyone. She adapted quickly, and learnt the ropes of how I needed the office to run. She also seemed to enjoy dressing rather sexy for work, which I didn't mind at all. Most of the time she wore heels, a short skirt and then either a blouse or a jacket over a tight t-shirt. Her young mothers' body was well displayed for us all to see. 

Things were going really well in the office, and Fiona was great. She even began to have more confidence around me, and one day, actually flirted a little when I commented on how good she looked in a black mini she was wearing. Ever the proper boss, and also being married, I didn't want to push things too far. My wife Dee and I had a wonderful open marriage, and we encouraged each other to experiment as long as we told each other about everything we did.

One morning I noticed Fiona had been crying when she bought in my morning tea. 

"Fiona, what's up honey?" I asked genuinely concerned.

"Oooh, andress and I had a fight Mr Bennett. He slept on the couch last night, and he's never done that since I met him six years ago. I don't know what to do!"

"Hmmm....well....what was the fight about my dear?" I enquired, wondering if it was something I could help her with.

"Well.....I'm embarrassed to tell you Mr Bennett, but......it was about money hassles we're having."

"Money? I see. Tell me what the problem is then Fiona, and perhaps I can help?"

"That's awfulyl sweet of you" she said between small sobs, her tears dripping down onto her ruby red lips. "You see, we needed a loan for a car last year, and I was still breastfeeding and so I let andress go out and organise finance without me. I know I shouldn't have Mr Bennett, but he said everything would be fine."

"I see, so what exactly is the problem now honey?" I probed further.

"andress borrowed $15,000 from a loan broker, and now we have fallen behind on the payments, and this guy has threatened to break andress's legs if he doesn't pay back all the money in two weeks. We're not rich Mr Bennett, and we only have about two thousand in the bank, and there's no way we can get that money...and....*sob sob* I'm just really really scared."

I thought carefully about her situation. I knew I could afford to help her out of the trouble, but thought also there might be something in it for me if I did.

"I tell you what Fiona. Let me chat with Jim and we'll see what we can come up with ok? I think I might be able to help out."

"OOooh Mr Bennett, I'm so ashamed to have told you..........but thanks for listening to me."

With that she took a tissue from my desk and left quietly. I sat back in my chair and watched her damn fine ass and legs leave through the glass sliding door. Her heels clicked on the tiled floor as I contemplated the possibilities.

"Jim, can you come into the office please?" I buzzed on the intercom.

"What's up mate?" he said as he bounced in and sat in the other leather recliner in the corner near the fireplace.

"It seems Fiona's got herself in a spot of bother with a loan shark" I said matter of factly.

"Really? I thought she'd be too smart for that!" said Jim in response.

"Seems the husband made a silly move on a car loan last year when she had the baby, and now the bastard is threatening to break his legs unless they cough up the lot."

"Hmmmmm...sounds like she needs some help then" Jim said, "Besides, she is damn cute and I wouldn't mind helping her out if we can boss."

"Good, thought you might think that way pal" I replied, smiling back at him. "I think there's a chance we can all win from this situation though. Fancy some fun with our little office spunk in return for a large cash injection to save her hubby?"

Grinning from ear to ear, Jim replied, "OOooh, I know you too well Steve, you dirty bastard! What do you have in mind?"

"All in good time James, all in good time" I teased my best mate as I poured two scotches and bid him cheers.................

That night at home I told Dee the hassles that Fiona and andress were having, and of my decision to help them out. Dee agreed, and asked me if it was a loan or if I was planning to just give her the money.

"Thought I might ask her to join us at the club for the next party. After all, it is our turn to bring a guest."

"You bastard" she said, smiling and rubbing my thigh, "Make sure you have the technicians at the club tape it all so we can show Jim and Angie afterwards ok?"

"Done" I said, and kissed her on the lips as her tongue darted inside my hungry mouth.

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The next day at work I called Fiona into my office and asked her if she had discussed our meeting with andress. She told em she hadn't, and I took my chance.

"Good. I am willing to pay off your debt completely in return for some extra work Fiona. I will give you a choice and it will be your decision and our secret. Noone else needs to know except you and I. Would you like to hear my proposal?"

Nervous but obviously totally overjoyed with such a solution, Fiona said, "Oh yes please MR B, I am dying to hear what you would like me to do."

"Fiona, My wife Dee and I are members of a very exclusive club. It is a swingers club and costs much money to be a member. New people can only join bybbeing nominated by other members, and the number of members in total is always limited to fifty, 25 men and 25 women."

I paused to guage her reaction. She shifted nervously in the leather recliner in front of my desk, not certain of where this proposal was heading. "And.......somehow this has something to do with our agreement?" she asked hesitating.

"Yes Dear. Once a month we hold a 'guests' night where three members are asked to invite a guest who is a friend of their's and they think might enjoy the atmosphere and events that happen at our club. I propose to you that if you come as our guest to the next party and join in the festivities of the night, that i will pay your debt in full and also let you keep any clothing or lingerie that I buy for you to wear to the party. Another condition is that you never tell your husband about our deal. I know this is a big commitment from you, but understand it is also going to cost me a significant amount of money to help you and your husband out of this spot of bother. I have no doubt that once you relax at the club you will ave a wonderful time, as Dee and I do regularly, but it must be your decision and I want you to think about it overnight ok?"

With that, I paused and took a sip of my coke as Fiona's mind whirred and attempted to digest what she had just been told. I got up and poured her a white wine from my bar, and offered it to her as she sat contemplating my offer.

"Mr Bennett. I am vert grateful for the generous offer you have made andress and I."

Damn, I was certain she was going to refuse.

"I will accept your offer under the conditions you stated. I do not need to go home and think it over, as andress has given me no choice but to say yes. I love my husband dearly, and do not wish any harm to come to him if I am able to prevent it. Thank you so much for being so helpful, and I will await your instructions. However, I wish now to leave work for the day."

With that, she gulped down the remainder of her wine, stood up, shook my hand, and left! I was flabbergasted at her coolness. Damn I was going to enjoy this!!!

That evening I rang Fiona at home prior to leaving the office. I needed the details of where to send the money and also wanted to give her the details for the party which was in two weeks time. The phone rang and a man answered.

"Hello" the voice on the other end of the phone said.

"Ah, this is Steve Bennett. Can I please talk with Fiona. It's, ah, regarding work."

"Just a minute" andress said ashe called for Fiona.

"Hello Mr B" she said, sounding far calmer than she had in my office earlier.

"Hi Fiona, just thought I'd get some details from you so I can get things rolling and pay that scumbag whose threatened to break andress's legs. Oh, and I need to give you the specifics about the party too."

We swapped details and then politely chatted for a few minutes, before I said good bye and hung up.

The next two weeks at work were different. Jim and I were keen to see how Fiona handled the situation. To our utmost pleasure, she seemed to be handling it with poise and more than a little curiosity! I'd told Jim that Dee and I were taking her to the swingers club as our guest, and I also told him Dee had made me ask the club to tape her so we could all watch it together afterwards. He just smiled and shook my hand. I felt a little guilty, but then also knew that I was giving her a huge amount of money in return, and that the tape would never be used or seen by anyone other than myself, Dee, Jim and Angie.

On the Thursday of the second week prior to the party, I buzzed Fiona.

"Can you come in here please Fiona?"

"Right away Mr B" she answered.

Click.......click...click...click, she made her way into my office from the desk outside.

"Please close the door love, we need to chat" I said warmly, indicating she should take a seat.

Fiona sat down, her lovely legs crosing over in her miniskirt, a glimpse of stocking top driving me nuts as usual. Damn she was a fox!

"I want you to take the day off tomorrow to prepare for Saturday night. I will pay, and I want you to have your nails done, both hands and feet. Then, I expect you to shop for two outfits. The first, is to be your 'walk-in' outfit. In other words, it is the outfit you will wear to that party when we walk in together. It must be totally sexy and absolutely hot. Heels, makeup, the works. The second outfits is to be some incredibly horny lingerie or fetish gear that you will change in to once we have had a meal and a few drinks to relax. This will be the outfit that you wear as you explore the events of the swingers party with us. I also expect that on Saturday morning you will remove all hair from your body, and have your hair and makeup done professionally. Here is the company credit card, and please, spare no expense. Now, questions?"

"Wow! I don't really know what to say. I guess I've gradually warmed to the idea of having some sexy fun withyou and Dee. At first when you offered I was shocked, but then I thought that it really WAS the ONLY way andress and I are going to get this guy off our backs, and if me having a wild night of fun is the cost, then so be it."

"Great!" I replied. "By the way, can we drop the formalities a little and have you call me Steve? I really do want to be your friend as well as your boss, and the 'Mr Bennett' thing makes me feel old and cold!" I said with a shudder.

"Ok, Steve it is then" she smiled back. "OOh, and please, call me 'Fi' Steve, as we're dropping the formalities."

"Ok Fi, off you go then. I'll pick you up at eight on Saturday."

"See you then Steve."

And with that she hauled those long legs out of the recliner and made her way from my office. Damn I was looking forward to Saturday night. The loan repayment was going to be worth every cent I thought as her hot ass sashayed out of the building.

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 CHAPTER 3

When she arrived home, Fiona sat down and planned her long weekend. Friday morning: braziliain wax first, then nails, then shopping, before home for a meal that Adre would prepare. She would make him suffer for putting her in this predicament. Saturday: sleep in and luxuriate in a long bath, before heading out to the hairdresser for the works, followed by makeup at ther favourite salon for the final touch. Then, home to dress and wait to be picked up. Sunday: rest and recuperate as required. Her daily planner was full.

At precisely eight o'clock the doorbell rang. andresss answered it and was surprised, and very pleased, to see Dee standing there. She looked stunning. Her hair, face and nails were immaculate, and she wore a long black fur coat, with what appeared to be boots underneath. andresss invited her in, but she simply said,

"Please tell Fiona we are here".

With that she turned and clicked her way down the pathway towards the waiting car. I was in the taxi waiting whe Dee returned. She climbed into the back seat and we waited for Fiona to emerge. In less than a minute she emerged.

"Don't wait up love" she called back to andresss, who was standing in the doorway watching his wife head off to a swingers club with us. 

I wondered if she had told him anything at all. Somehow I suspected not. She looed lovely, and like Dee her hair, makeup and nails looked sensational. She too wore a coat, but it was not fur. It was pvc, and was skin tight all the way down. On her feet she wore black stiletto sandals, and what appeared to be stockings or pantyhose. I hoped inside that they were stockings, as I adored the way they hold a woman's ass with those sexy little garter belts!

We said our greetings and were off. Dee and I had decided we would say very little until we arrived, not wanting to frighten Fiona or make her unnecessarily wary. In the back of the cab Dee offered Fiona a champagne. We'd bought with us three of those little bottles that contain not much more than a standard glass.

"Cheers" I said. "Here's to a night of adventure and fun".

Sipping on our drinks, we made it to the party on fifteen minutes, and the cab dropped us off right at the main entrance of the colonial home the club had booked for this party. Each party is held in a different location, and this time we had selected a huge old mansion on the outskirts of town that was now used as a function centre. I went to Fiona's door and ushered her out of the cab before returning to Dee and doing the same. I felt totally proud when the three of us entered the foyer, me with a stunning woman on each arm. I must admit I had a stirring in my loins the moment we entered and all eyes fell upon the new girl. I squeezed Fiona's hand gently, and she turned to me smiling nervously.

A small table had been set up for members to sign in, and behind the table sat Janice, the current President of our swingers club.

"Welcome folks. Ahhh, this must be Fiona!" she said. "I have heard a lot about you. Have a wonderfulk time tonight my dear, and enjoy every experience our club has to offer. You won't regreat it!".

And with that, we moved to where the consierge was helping members remove their coats. Each of us held our small bag in our hand that contained our more 'erotic' costume that we would change into later in the night after we had all shared dinner.

Ass the man removed Dee's fur coat, he revealed a stunning full length dress that flowed down my lovely wife's body like a second skin. It was made of sheer, glittery material and looked superb. The only other item adorning her stunning figure was a pair of black thigh boots with classic stiletto heels. They were incredible. Around her neck Dee wore the pure gold necklace I had given her for our wedding anniversary the year before. It was a choker style chain and was joined at the nape of her neck with a gold padlock. I loved it and it was very symbolic of my love for my wife of many years.

The night was about Fiona though, and like a small child at christmas time, I was dying to see her unwrap her body. I was especially keen to feast my eyes on her gorgeous breasts, the ones that had caught my eye the moment she had walked into the office for the interview. As the man removed her coat, she was facing away from me. I was treated to a stunning view. Her dress mathced the harshness of her pvc trench coat. It was fire engine red. It featured a lace up rear, which went all the way down to the bottom of the dress, thus revealing Fiona's taut buns between red laced up material for all to see. It was stunning and perfect for the party. She turned to me, the front of the dress identical to the rear, her stunning breasts encased in matching red lace up pvc.

"How do I look?" she asked trying to play innocent.

"Absolutely stunning" I stammered. "Shall we go in?"

And with that the three of us entered the formal dining room which featured a large bar area to one side where all the members were mingling and chatting as they enjoyed pre-dinner drinks. I was wearing the standard dinner fare for male members. My surprise outfit for Fiona and Dee was in my small bag. I wore a waistcoat and bow tie, with chaps and boots, my buttocks exposed for the women to see. As we headed for the bar, my butt was pinched and I turned to see Rachel Young, a good friend of ours grinning.


"Hi Steve" she smiled, her tongue flicking the rim of her glass. "Hope to be seeig more of you after dinner".

And with that she was off. God I loved this club!

Dinner was lovely as we enjoyed soem good company and explained some things to Fiona who was visibly nervous. After three of four champagnes though,bot her and Dee had relaxed and were enjoying themselves, sharing jokes and giggles with the others at our table.

Soon enough a tall man appeared at the bar with a microphone.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to this evenings festivities. It is my pleasure this evening to be your host. My name is James and I am hoping to be seeing much more of many of you very soon!"

This bought a general laugh from the crowd.

"Now, tonight's special guests have been invited to join us, and I would like to take this opportunity to introduce them all to you. The first guest is Mr Karl Uther. Karl - please stand and make yourself known to us."

A short tubby man dressed in a formal suit stood up as the audience clapped and whistled.

"Terence Downing - your turn sir".

A black man stood up, to the wolf whistling of most of the women - typical! I heard Dee whisper into Fiona's ear, 

"Make a note, we must find out if the rumours are true ok?" she giggled.

"And finally, Ms Fiona Sanchez".


Fiona



Fiona stood up and the men all cheered very loudly, in approval of the latest guest. I didn't realise it before the introductions, but she was also the only woman guests at the party tonight, the other two being male. I knew that she would be very popular with the men members as a result. Again James began to speak.

"Would all men please adjourn to the changeroom and prepare for the evenings festivities".

With that, I stood from my seat and all the other men and I went and got ourselves dressed into our sexier outfits for the evening. I had bought myself a complete bondage masters' outfit, which made me look very rugged and, I might say, rather handsome! I left my chaps and boots on, and on my chest wore a leather crossover harness, with some wrist cuffs and a small leather flogging whip. I smiled at myself as I applied a false tattoo of a woman onto my shoulder. I headed back into the main dining room as did the rest of the men who were dressed in various erotic and sexy outfits.

"Ladies, it is now your turn. Please adjourn and dress for the evenings events."

The men were assembled around the bar area and also some were still in their seats. I sipped on my third ouzo and coke and felt myself drift into the delightful happy mood that a few drinks creates as I waited for my wife and Fiona to return. Gradually women began to wander back in, and as usual, they were dressed in gear that made any normal man's dick swell.

There were see-through outfits, skin tight dresses, pants, lingerie, fetish and bondage outfits. Everywhere I looked I saw heels, boots, g-strings, whips, nipple rings. It was man heaven! Suddenly, I saw Dee. She looked gorgeous. She was wearing a brand new outfit she hadn't shown me yet. It was a lovely red mesh teddy, with a g-string back and a pair of red high heels to match. Her awesome body was on show and very much available for any activities that the evening might bring.

Suddenly my gaze was trapped by a lovely woman dressed in a wicked looking black outfit. It was a stunning, skin-tight pvc outfit which featured chaps, a crop top and masive black platform boots. Much to my enjoyment, the woman was my secretary! Under the chaps, Fiona showed a totally bald beaver - she had shaved off or had all the pubic hair removed, revealing a gorgeous bald set of pussy lips and a somewhat bulging clitoris. As she walked back toward Dee and myself, several men and women touched her on the arm and also occasionally on her magnificent ass. She looked a picture of sexuality and I wondered for a moment what her husband at home might be thinking. I also know that at that very moment, I was thinking how nice it might be to stick my dick inside my foxy little secretary!

Once all the guests had returned to the main dining room, James returned to the microphone to explain the evenings events and setup.

"Members and guests, I would like now to invite you all to enjoy the evenings festivities. At the end of this room there is a large door, which will reveal the wonderful events of the evening. Beyond the door you will find theme rooms, and also a wonderful orgy room featuring movies being shown on a large screen. Enjoy!!"

With that, all members and the three guests headed slowly towards the door. I took Fiona and Dee by the hand and we joined the excited throng as we ventured into the unknown rooms beyond th door.

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Once we passed through the door, Dee suggested we check out all the rooms before doing any sampling. I liked her idea, and Fiona too thought it would be fun to explore a ittle more. By this time she was emersed ina wonderful alcohol assisted buzz, and the way she was holding on to my arm, was also a little anxious. Dee lead us into the first room which was off to the left. It was a lovely big bedroom and fatured a massive king size bed, pillows, blankets and cushions all over the carpeted floor. Very homely I thought. As yet, noone was under the covers, but a couple of men did have one woman sittign on the edge of the bed as she sucked their cocks. Her name was Wendy, and I knew she prided herself on being the best cocksucker in our club. She was certainly not asting any time.

The second room was more interesting. It was a dungeon. I'd dressed perfectly for this room I thought, and made a mental note to check back there shortly. Inside were afull set of stocks, a rack, an 'A' frame and a sex swing. A lovely young woman named Debbie was already in the swing when we got there, and was being licked by another woman named Kerrie, well known for her preference for pussy.

As we entered the third room, I knew we would lose Dee. It was set up as a harem boudoir, with satin sheets all over the carpet and veils dangling from the walls and ceiling. However, the reason Dee was going no further, was that Terence, the black guest, was lazing back on a lounge chair, having his cock played with by a tubby older woman named Alice. Alice was known for her preference for black guys, as was Dee. Dee kissed me on the lips and said she'd see me later. I pinched her bum and told her to enjoy herself, as I lead Fiona out the door and down a narrow corridor. We checked out two more rooms before we found the orgy room. Just as James had said, porn movies were being projected onto a massive screen at one end of the room. I wasn't sure how Fiona would react, but I was soon to find out!

I looked round the room and noticed that there was plenty of action going on in here. A blow job in the corner, a coplue already fucking on the floor. A young woman named Jane was being fucked on a couch chair by a man named Ted who was at least twenty years her senior. Suddenly Fioan pinched my arm.

"Ouch" I said, her nails digging into my flesh harshly.

"Look on that screen Steve" she siad. "I've never seen anything like that before!"

I glanced up the screen, and saw a blonde woman being double fucked by two young studs, her pussy and ass filled at the same time. 

"You're kidding right?" I asked.

"No, andresss hates porn movies so I never get to see anything like that!"

"Then you're in for a fun night babe" I smiled back, pullig her in tight and giving her shoulder a squeeze.

Just as she smiled back at me, I was aware of two men looking at her rather closely. I let go of her arm and decided to drift off to see what would happen. As Fiona was focussed on the events on the screen, she didn't realise I'd left her side until the two men approached and positioned themselves either side of her. I watched with interest as they made small talk, their hands gradually exploring more and more of her stunning body. The man on her left, Rick, laid his hand to rest on the exposed buttock of her left cheek poking through her chaps, and the other guy, John, placed his arm round the waist as they lead her to one of the large couches in the corner. I took a drink from one of the waiters and positioned myself to watch the action.

Before too long both guys kised her on the lips. The breakthrough had been made. My secretary was obviously enjoying herself free from any marital constraints. I had actually worried how she might react the first time a stranger touched her, but I needn't have. She looked right at home. In fact, I suddenly realised that both her hands had found their way to a cock. As she sat there alternating kisses with Rick and John, her hands were pumping their cocks at the same time. I wondered if my little secretary hadn't been hiding something from me!

Soon another couple joined the three of them on the couch. A stunning woman named Joanne, reached round and cupped Fiona's breasts and gave them a gentle squeeze, as her husband Alf dropped to his knees and started sucking on her pussy. Fiona was now being pleasured by four people, and was fast becoming the centre of attention in the orgy room. 

I'd been so enthralled watching Fiona that I hadn't seen Jenny walk in and sit herself down on the chair right next to where I was standing. As I watched Fiona throw her head back and tongue kiss Joanne, my cock sprang to life. She was now tonguekissing a strange woman, and was being licked by her husband as two other strangers sucked and fondled her wonderful nipples. Suddenly some teeth took a hold of my cock and my attention was snapped away from the awesome sight in front of me. Jenny had bitten my cock! I looked down and grabbed her by the hair, and said,

"HI Jen, you nasty bitch!! Keep going baby - don't stop."

Without even ushering a word, Ken's hot wife Jenny took my shaft into her hot little mouth and started sucking me off. It was wild. Meanwhile, on the couch things were hotting up for Fiona too. Rick had changed position with the guy licking her, and had his cock positioned at her entrance. John was still sucking her nipples, but now she was also sucking off Alf's cock as Joanne scratched her back and fondled her hubby's balls as Fiona sucked his cock. It was very nice to watch this whilst my own cock was being sucked, let me tell you!

Fiona stopped sucking cock long enough to watch as Rick pushed the first strange cock into her pussy since her marriage. Rick did not have an overly large cock, but I knew he was fit and a good pumper! He was true to form, and soon Fiona's whole body was shaking In order to steady herself, she took Alf's cock back into her hungry mouth. John kept sucking her nipples and she really was enjoying all this sexual action. The fucking action got so forceful, that John decided to just stand back and masturbate as he watched his mate Rick fuck Fiona as she sucked off Alf, whose wife was still fondling his balls. Suddenly, Fiona lunged forward and gripped Rick as though she was going to die, and Alf's cock popped out of her mouth. She wailed and moaned in a scene I had never ever seen before as a climax wracked her body. People rushed into the orgy room to see what all the noise was, and they were rewarded with one of the most sensationally erotic orgasms I have ever seen. Fiona, pole-axed by Ricks erection in her pussy, thrashed, bucked and screamed her way through a 30 second orgasm that stunned the crowd. It was too much for John and Alf, and both men started to cum, spraying their sticky goo all over the wailing Fiona. 

Joanne seized her opportunity and licked the cum of both men off Fiona's chest, as she gradually started to come down from her ograsmic high. Rick, ever the trooper, kept up his fucking rhythm all through her ograsm and beyond, until he too started to cum. Fioan went berserk.

"OOooh, yes, fuck me you bastard, Stick that cockdeep inside me and fill me with your cum. Hurry - make me ful with your hot seed. Come on, fuck me harder, yesssss...that's it, stick it in further ooo hh yyyyess...more, more more!!!"

It was a great sight, but even this was too much for John. He gripped Fiona roughly by the hips and jammed his cock inside her as deep as it would physically go. Several pumps the same and he began to come inside me secretary. His ass cheeks were clenching amazingly as I knew he was dumping his see ddeep inside her married pussy. She was loveing it as spurt after spurt lined her pussy walls.

When the hot action subsided and John withdrew his cock, a small trail of cum seeped out from Fiona's pussy. Joanne swept down and licked it clean, before two more men appeared in front of Fiona and decided to join in the fun. The first one simply pushed his cock in without saying a word. He didn't kiss Fiona or anything. He jammed his cock in and her face showed a look of total surprise. Mind you, it made no difference to the guy who was now fucking her. He reached up and took hold of her tits quite roughly, and began a routine of sqwueezing then fucking her, whilst his mate grabbed her roughly by the hair and made her suck his cock.

Meanwhile, Jenny had me very close to cumming myself! Watching Fiona being used and fucked by the two newcomers had pushed me even closer to filling her mouth with my own cum. I reached down and pulled her hungry mouth off my cock. She looked at me with a mixture of surprise and disappointment. 

"Not yet baby" I said, and turned her around to face away from me, before bending her forward and pushing my cock into her doggie style over the chair. Jenny has a wonderful figure for a woman of her age, and her sexy little thong tanline was clearly revealed for me now as i slid my cock inside her very moist cunt. I began a fluid motion of fucking this vixen, as I looked over and saw the guy inside Fiona pull out and cum all over her stomach. She had now had four loads of cum either inside her or on her body, and we had only been playing for about 40 minutes!

The man near her head barely missed a beat and pushed inside her drenched bald pussy next. He must have been either large or thick, because her eyes nearly popped out of her ehad when he entered her already loosenend cunt. She held on for dear life by puting herhands around this guys neck as he fucked her. Before long, I noticed that her eyes were closing and she started to cum again. The room again filled with the noise of her orgasm. The thrashing continued and it was too much for the big guy. He simply pulled out his cock, and aimed it at the face of the thrashing woman. Totally oblivious to what was about to happen, Fiona moaned loudly and her mouth fell open, just at the right time! Mr big cock squirted the first jet of cum directly into her open mouth, and she coughed and sputtered at the sudden load that was deposited there. The next move surprised me a little, and I admit that it caused me to jam my cock hard and rough into Jenny as she moaned beneath me.

Fiona bent forward and took the cumming cock deep into her mouth, and proceeded to suck and gulp down every last drop of cum that was on offer. She was ravenous, and the group of men watching her perform was now getting rather large. 

A friend of mine, George, bent over and whispered soemthing into Fiona's ear. I have no idea what it was but I got the gist soon enough when Fiona turned around and got on all fours on the chair, her head resting on the beack of it as George pushed his cock into her from behind. Larry went round to where her head was and eased her chin off the upholstery so she could suck his cock at the same time. Meanwhile, I decided I'd seen enough, and asked Jenny if we could go join in the action. She smiled and wiggled my cock free of her delightful pussy in response. She kissed me on the lips and told me she'd see me later. I walked across the room, my glistening cock shining in the dull lighting. When I arrived at Fiona, she was on her hands and knees, with a stranger's cock pumping her pussy, and another in her mouth. She had already pleasured several men that night, and I was certain there were lots more to cum!

Anyway, I decided that seeing as Fiona was there to repay me for solving her debt problem, I would push her to her limits. As she was sucking cock and being fucked by George, his hands on her hips, I reached down and pulled her ass cheeks apart quite wide, exposing her asshole. I took one finger and licked it before putting it gently but firmly to her anal opening. She looked up at me, her eyes shoing fear, but was unable to do much to stop me as she was being firmly fucked from behind and Larry was not about to let her stop sucking his cock either. I pushed my finger in knuckle deep, then pulled it back out, lubricating it fully with her juices before pushing it in and out again a few times. Her tight little sphincter began to respond, and so I pushed it in all the way, until the webbing of my hand met the edge of her anus. She moaned and I could see her push back against George's cock, a sure sign that she felt it ok for me to continue. I did just that.

I withdrew my finger and wet three fingers, before repeating the process with the three fingers utnil all were burid deep inside Fiona's tight asshole, her butt now stretched and ready to be fucked. I asked George to sit down on the couch next to where we were fucking, and he smiled. He knew what I had in mind, having been a member for longer than Dee and I. I moved Fiona over to him and guided her down on to his cock, her chest facing George, his mouth quickly finding her breasts as his cock slid into her sopping snatch with ease. After watching her fuck up and down on his cock for a minute or so, I moved into position behind her, my now totally throbbing cock aching for release. Jenny had worked me up very nicely, as had the fucking of Fiona by all those men she had never met before. As I pushed the bulbous head of my cock into her anus, I could see cum all over her boobs and shoulders, that had dripped down from her earlier blowjob and fucking action. 

I jammed my cockhead in until suddenly the muscles of her asshole relaxed and I popped in all the way - engulfed by the heat of her ass. I could feel George's cock in the other opening, and Fiona moaned and squealed as she experienced her first ever double penetration. She was a hot little minx. I really started to push deep into her ass, expecting her to reach back to stop me from jaming it in so deep, but to her credit, she simply jammed her hips backwards, forcing my cock to penetrate feeper into her once virgin rectum.

George suddenly announced he was cumming, and reluctant to get out of her ass, I foreced her downwrds, feeling every pulse of his cock as he pumped her cunt full of yet another load of semen. Fiona just kept jamming down on his cock, oblivious to the fact that he had gone rather soft. I could no longer feel his hardness through the sheer membrane that separated our cocks inside Fiona's cunt and ass.

I wanted to push Fiona onwards to more sex, and so I withdrew my cock, and sat down on the chair again, pulling her back down on to me. 

"Guide my cock into your tight asshole Fiona. I'm going to let everyman in this room DP you with my cock deep up your ass" I said, sort of expecting her to protest. She didn't.

Instead, she did exactly as she was told, pushing her asshole down really hard on my now aching cock, her hands now playing with her own nipples in an effort to obtain a little more stimulation.

"Come on boys, line up and cum on her as i fuck her ass" I called to the men watching. 

They didn't need a second invitation.

Jason walked over and pushed his cock inside Fiona as my cock again felt at home in her shitter. He was a younger man and although endowed with great muscles, his cock was less than average. Fiona leaned back and moaned at first, but then whispered in my ear.

"This guy has a needle dick" she said. "I need bigger Steve".

I smiled and bit her on the nape of the neck, eliciting a groan from her as I lifted her hips and jammed in another inch. Jason didn't last long, and he pulled out and spurted all over her tits, before Tim positioned himself for his turn. Tim is fifty-five years old, and rather portly. However, according to Dee, my lovely wife, he is the best fuck in the swingers club. Apparently he has the ability to touch places that none of us with average cocks can reach. Despite being middle aged and overweight, Dee says he pumps really well and has a large, fat cock. I now knew what she meant! His cock imposed itself upon mine as I fucked Fiona's ass. As he pushed it further inside her, she squealed and hung on for dear life! Ted pushed in and started to pump away like there was no tomorrow.

On and on he went, until finally, as Fiona approached aother orgasm and the cum started to churn again in my own balls, Ted announced he was cumming too.

Suddenly all hell broke loose, because not only did the three of us start to cum together, but a few of the men watching and wanking near Fiona's body started to spurt aswell. It was amazing. Fiona closed her eyes and that amazing high pitched scream echoed throughout the whole buidling as a massive orgams gripped her body, sending it into violent convulsions on my cock which was embedded seven inches deep inside her bowel. Ted pulled back as he came and sprayed Fiona's face, hitting her on the chin, the eye and two spurts which managed to hit her lips and tongue as she screamed. The guys either side of her also managed to spray her face totally, and stream after stream of white goo landed all over her face and chin. The thing that sent me finally over the edge was when Fiona, still cumming, reached down to the group of cocks around her face and tried to jam them all into her mouth at once. She was ravenous and attempted to suck and lick clean about nine cocks! 




Fiona



It was just too much for me, and I yelled and growled as I came.....my sperm bellowing out the end of my cock into her asshole, filling het bowels completely with the white tadpoles I had held in there for so long. Her entire ass and pussy were drenched with semen, and when I finaly removed my cock and stood up, Fiona, in a final act of nastiness, dropped to her knees and sucked my cock clean. My cock, that had just cum deep inside her ass after fucking her rectum for almost fifteen minutes.

She licked it, sucked it, lapped at it and then looked up at me, through her cum soaked eyes.

"Thanks Steve. I think I've paid my debt."

My reply was simple, and given between panting breaths.

"That you have my dear. That you have."



Fiona



Fiona

I wrote the words in black ink on the white cardboard and slipped the sign behind the curtain onto the windowsill facing her apartment. It read:

9-21-05

5:00pm

Apt. No 1630--->

The arrow pointed to the bottle of champagne placed next to the message. I knew she would see it well in advance of the date. I did not ask for an RSVP, intending to wait until the appointed time to learn if she would appear.

One year ago, I was in my apartment and glanced out a window at her building. By chance I noticed her watching me, her head peering around a curtain while she otherwise concealed herself from view. When caught she did not hide, she just continued to watch. I waved an unsure wave, not knowing what else to do and went about my business. Our apartment windows were not far apart- separated by the distance of two sidewalks and a single lane one way street. The view was clear and close, close enough to see and be seen.

That odd event stirred my interest and I began to randomly glance at her window wondering if I was being watched, again. From time to time I would catch her. She never shied away. This continued over a period of time. I did not know her apartment number or her name. I assumed she did not know mine either. At first it all was 'innocuous', if you could label it that.

As our encounters mounted, her behavior became more open and brazen. Her physical concealment ceased and exhibitionism began. It started with her standing at the window in a bathrobe leaning forward and watching me, her breasts barely covered, cleavage exposed and a devilish smile on her face; the next time she stood in the recesses of her room wearing a dark but see through body stocking. And it evolved, each time more enthralling than the last. At first I was not sure if she knew I saw her, if she just did not care if I was watching or if her exhibition was intentional.

One day she caught me watching her, she walked away from the window, looked over her shoulder, gave me a seductive little smile and dropped her bathrobe exposing her bare ass as she disappeared into another room. 'Playful' I thought. The next time she did more- uninhibited, she slowly disrobed in the recess of her living room, far enough away from the window that nobody else but I would see her peeling off lingerie and caressing her breasts, pinching her nipples and touching herself. She threw me a kiss and walked out of sight. Lovers would come and she would insist on being taken in plain view, unbeknownst to them, where I could view their acts. 

Did she know I was watching? Yes. During the acts she subtly acknowledged my presence; a glance, a fluttered wave of her fingers or a smile were the acknowledging signals. She was generous in her exhibition but personally distant. It was not often, but occasionally we would cross paths on the street. A nod, a glance and smile, a wink or a shy quiet "hi" were the only forms of acknowledgment. Neither of us ever stopped to talk. I would always look over my shoulder to see if she had looked back at me. She never did. When I laid out my invitation, I was not sure if she would accept. The anonymous nature of our relationship was the allure of it. 

When the day finally arrived, my anticipation and anxiety heightened. Just before the appointed hour, I put the fine bottle of chilled champagne in an ice bucket in the living room and sat down in an over sized chair facing the door. I waited in silence, straining to hear each little noise in the hallway, hoping for the sound of her approaching footsteps.

I sat for a while. It seemed like an eternity. I kept wondering to myself if she would come. Since the time I extended the invitation, I had pondered whether she was had reservations about joining me for a drink, whether she was reluctant to break the 'silence' and take a risk. Five minutes passed, maybe a bit more. It seemed like an eternity. Disappointment began to overcome anticipation as the appointed hour passed minute by minute. From the long strained silence, there came a polite tapping on the door. I got up and peered out the door eye hole. There she stood, just on the other side of the door, waiting to meet me. I turned the knob, wondering how that very moment was going to change the future....

"Come in. Thank you for joining me," I said as I offer to take her knee length fur coat. A coat? In late September? Quite odd for early Fall weather. She clutched at the collar indicating she would keep it on.

"Thank you," she said as she entered, and seized a seat in the over sized chair near the door and opposite mine. As she sank into it, she crossed her bare legs and looked directly at me through a pair of very dark and sexy sunglasses. Her knowing exactly where she wanted to sit should not have surprised me. Her decision was premeditated; this woman looked through a window directly into my living space and watched my life like I was in a fish bowl.

"It is a nice view from over here, yes?" she said in a serious voice as she gazed out my window towards hers. I noticed she had a slightly foreign accent, perhaps French. 

"Yes, always very nice," I complimentary replied as I poured a glass of champagne and handed it to her.

"Thank you," she said accepting the drink, "I come here conditionally, and will stay, provided, we discuss nothing more than what we have seen through our windows. Agreed?"

"Agreed. What is your name?" I asked.

"That is inconsequential," she said brushing aside the inquiry, "but I now know yours from the board in the lobby."

"Then what should I call you?" I asked.

"...'Fiona' is a good name, I am partial to it, even though it is not my real name. Why did you invited me here?" she asked.

"It has been about a year since I first caught you watching me. After that you unabashedly continued. I have been guilty of reciprocation. I thought a toast to the past year appropriate," I replied, "...beside, it is not everyday that complete strangers share the way we have..."

"Being 'complete strangers' is what makes the sharing all the more fascinating, and 'guilt' is not the proper word for what you have been doing. I never deterred your gazes," she said, "in fact, I am pleased you watch me...." She seemed very direct, "I need to know something- what happened to her, the brunette, who was with you for about six months?" she asked.

I was taken aback by the question, "Claudia? Our personalities clashed," I replied.

"Shame. She lasted longer than the others. The sex, it was very passionate, yes? I was sad to see her go. Claudia seemed to like the sex... so did I, more so than when I watch you with the others," she confided. 

"Why did you find Claudia so good?" I asked.

"It was not just the physical act. It was the way you approached her. Some nights you would romance her, be soft and tenderly kiss and play with her, take time to tease her, and all this before you would remove one stitch of clothing.... and as you did, you took your time to know her, appreciate her, pleasure her, covet her, engage her and then slowly succor her... finally you would climb on top and take her with a slow prideful enduring passion.... then there were the other nights... the nights when you would ravage her like an animal, rip off her clothes, devour and pillage her for your own pleasure, and then hers... I found it all sordid and tantalizingly erotic. Add to it the secretiveness of voyeurism and knowing that you knew there was a chance I was watching, and, perhaps that you were also performing for me too.... I often wondered....," she said.

"Sometimes I saw you there, watching us... Your presence did not change how I performed, it was strictly about her, but with others, it is different," I replied.

"Your passion for Claudia is so far unsurpassed," Fiona commented, "I liked it best when you bent her over the back of the couch, her face toward my window. I particularly liked watching her facial expressions at the height of passion- they are unforgettable. They communicated the core of what she was feeling, her eyes closed tight, she deep in concentration, her body rippling with every thrust until she threw her head back and screamed in a sudden and powerful overwhelming orgasm... she is a very passionate woman...it is a shame you do not still see her... it excites me just thinking about it, and I do think about it...."

"Do you think about me?" I asked seeking ego fulfillment.

"That, I will not tell you, yet," Fiona replied, "The others, do you like any of them?" 

"Yes, and you will not know which one or ones. That is my business for now, despite the fact I have allowed you to watch," I said.

"I like the short haired one. You need to be more aggressive with her. I think she likes playing the role of a prude and playing you. Maybe you should tie her up, be a little aggressive, see if she likes it..... I would.... like to see it, that is," Fiona said baiting me.

"I'll remember your preference," I replied sarcastically.

"Oh, not into making a show for me? I am so disappointed... what if I sent you someone who was a willing complicit? Or, maybe I have and you do not know it?" Fiona suggested.

I leaned over and poured her another glass of champagne pondering her last comment, "I may leave my curtains open for your view, but I do not know if you are there. I assume you do the same for me. It is a game of coincidence. Do you know who I enjoyed? That short brunette you had last week." 

Fiona looked puzzled as I continued, "You remember, the one who was about your shoulder height, short hair, very submissive? The way you devoured her was amazing. She just kept throwing herself at you over and over... You must have very good technique- she really loved the way you fondled her.... I loved the way you stood on the couch, hovering before her face as she tasted you, your hands on the back of her head pushing her face forward as she took you to climax. That, my friend, was a very very nice...."


"I am sorry, you are mistaken... that was not me. I have a twin sister, she likes both women and men. Last week I was away and she stayed at my home," Fiona claimed.

"Well, she knew to look for me. There was no doubt she caught me watching and enjoyed it. She could have closed the curtains and did not. Does she know about our little 'thing'?" I asked.

"Well,... kind of, but not everything," Fiona said, "I told her things in the beginning but shortly after we started I told her we had stopped, that you stopped... she must not have believed me...."

"Or, maybe it is you creating a layer of intrigue?" I suggested, baiting her.

"No, I do not like women, but you can keep guessing if you chose to doubt me," she retorted.

"By the way, how long have you been watching me?" I asked.

"I am surprised it took you so long to catch me. It has been more than a year. Why did you not seek some privacy?" she asked.

"Curiosity and because you permitted me to watch. I never expected to see what I saw and each time it became more fascinating. If I stopped, then would you have too? Do you like being the object of attention?" I asked.

"Object of your attention? Yes. I noticed that you do not want to be caught watching me when I am with someone- you like the sordid secrecy of it all. The lights in this room go out when you see I am with someone. I can see your silhouette illuminated by the lights in the back room as you sit in that exact chair and watch. I may be making love to my partner, but I also know you are watching. It can become a 'ménage a trois' in my mind. I close my eyes and imagine what you are doing, or, what I would be doing to you if you were with me at that moment. It turns me on. I like it best when my lover sits on the couch; I straddle him and place my hands on his shoulders. I lean my breasts into his face and slowly ride him as I look out the window searching for your presence. I think about what goes on in the dark, how you touch yourself and think of me, how you would touch me, how I would touch you, maybe how it would feel if you joined us.... Tell me, what have you seen, what have you liked?" 

I began, "There is one man who usually comes to you after midnight on the weekends. He is much bigger than you. With his size and strength, he can throw you around like a rag doll...," the look on her face suggested I tell her more, "there is never much conversation and the two of you are quick to the act. You lay back on the coffee table top and spread your legs. He is quick to lift your dress and bury his face between your thighs... you must like his technique very much- it is not long before your hands are reaching above your head to grasp the table edges and brace yourself as you arch your back to resist the pleasure. His hands are forcefully placed on your hips to restrain you as he devours and pleasures you. I notice he has the ability to get you off really hard- you buck your hips hard and he fights to hold them down. Once you are satisfied he stands you up, bends you over, your hands placed on the coffee table for balance. He removes your skirt and he has his way with you, slowly working his way in, spreading your lips and widening you until he penetrates deep. He is a man of respectable size and I can tell that you enjoy being widened... Do you feel pain when he takes you? Do you like it? Do not answer, I know the answer is yes to both questions.... and here is what I like the best- once he has entered you fully and widened you to his liking, he withdraws and leads you to the bed. He throws you on it. Yes, I can see what happens in there too when the door is left open... You spread your legs in a submission, he lays between them, brings his sex to yours and the two of you join. Your legs barely wrap around his hips. He raises his head and shoulders, his muscular arms holding up his torso as his hips thrust his sex into you.... as he builds momentum he shifts position and brings his arms under your legs and pushes forward pinning you down, your legs angle straight up in the air, your high heels pointing to the ceiling... as he sears his sex into you he erupts with hard forceful thrusts.... It is the way you are taken that I enjoy watching- you are dominant and controlling with your lovers but with that one man, you are submissive. I wonder what it is about him and why you change your behavior, why you are so submissive to him...."

"I have wanted to hear you tell me that story for a long time. I have always wondered about your impressions of us, how you would describe it, what your voice would sound like telling it. I will not tell you who he is or why I am like that with him. That is for me to know. I can only tell you the relationship is private and very, very illicit..." she said.

Fiona rose from her seat, removed her glasses and walked behind me. "May I?" she asked as she reached around and began to unbutton my shirt. I did not reply. As her hands worked the shirt she leaned to my ear and whispered, "I have wanted to run my hands across your chest," as she fanned her fingers and ran them through my chest hair, down under the shirt, across my abs to my waist and back up, "...does that feel good? I think you like it," she said as she shifted her hands to my shoulder length black hair, running her long slender fingers through it, "I bet watching me all this time, not being able to talk to me, touch me, have me, has been slowly burning an insatiable craven desire within you.... the inability to satisfy a desire is such a powerful thing... pure lust is addictive- it can take hold, course through your veins and drive you mad if not satisfied. Have you suffered that as you watched me?" 

I could smell the sweet subtle odor of her perfume. Her touch, and the first feel of her warm flesh, made her human and set free the all too familiar lust for her to course through my body. She walked around the chair and stood before me. I observed her up close for the very first time. She looked right at me, her look penetrating my deep green eyes, piercing directly into my soul. I felt exposed. She knew exactly what I was thinking and feeling. She brought a finger to her deep red lips, cocked her head to the side, sublimely smirked and contemplated me. 

"I owe you for your hospitality, and not just today," she said before a long silence fell between us. She began to unbutton her coat, a smirk growing across her face. She took the coat by the lapels and slowly spread it open revealing her naked body, save for her sex which was hidden by a black 'see through' silk panty. 

"Do you like?" she asked. I took a sip of the cold champagne, swallowed hard and observed her. She was like the fluted crystal in my hand- sleek and elegant, perfectly curved in all the right places and enticing to the eye. I wondered if she was as pleasing as the elixir in the glass.

"A much better view from here now..." I replied.

She said, "I thought a close up was in order. Study me more."

And that I did- 'Fiona' was an appropriate name. She had short dark hair. Her skin was a true alabaster. Facially, her cheeks were high, her lips deep red and her eyes cat like in shape and deep blue in color. Her body was a slim and firm five foot six or so. Her breasts were small and perfectly proportioned to her slim body, crowned by large puffy peach-pink nipples, the kind that demanded a soft caring attentive touch but might also like it rough. The dark colored panty sharply contrasted her pale skin and seemed to jump off her body. I thought of the times I watched her from afar, lusting for her and wondering what she really looked like up close. Now, I knew.

"I need to know..." she said softly as she knelt before me and parted my knees. She reached and pulled my shirt tails from my pants, unbuckled my belt and undid the zipper. I lifted my hips and she drew down and removed my pants and boxers.

"Just as I suspected... perfect size and shape... oh, and slightly stiff too... Is someone aroused?" she asked taking it in her hand and shaking it in jest. "You know, voyeurism lends itself well to fantasy... you must have a vivid imagination, especially with what I permit you to see.... do you touch yourself in the dark when you watch me? Tell me, I need to know," she commanded.

"My imagination runs wild for you. I imagine you in all sorts of fantasies," I confessed.

"Tell me more, tell me what kind of fantasies. Specific positions? Situations? Special clothes? Bondage? Domination? Submission? Romantic? Sometimes I like the kinky fetish ones," she plied, "I want to hear one now. Maybe the idea of the fur wearing rich-bitch woman from next door in her elegant clothes and high society jewels, the one who begs the young stud to take her, she on her knees sucking him off and begging to be fucked, does that turn you on? It does wonders for me," she said taking my cock in her hand and slowly stoking it. I looked down and watched her every move. She kissed the head of my sex, her red lipstick marking her territory.

"Want to tell me, now?" she asked just before taking the head in her mouth. The warmth of her breath and moistness of her mouth heighten my excitement. I sat in silence enjoying the moment as my arousal swelled.

"No? How about now?" she asked as she went back down on me all the way. I sat in silence for a few more moments as she savored my sex. 

"You tell me your deepest darkest fantasy first," I requested, "and then I will tell you mine." 

She paused and thought about the proposition. She looked up at me with her deep blue eyes and confessed, "My deepest darkest fantasy- I have two, really, the first is not just a fantasy, it is more of a fetish. I really do not know what to label it. I will role play any fantasy you want, provided, I am always in control. That is what turns me on- 'control'. Want to try?" she proposed.

"Yes," I replied.

"Then first tell me your fantasy about me," she countered.




Fiona



'Checkmate' I thought, "I want to send you fine lingerie, at random times- surprises- and watch you from here as you put it on in the morning and go to work. Later we meet, act as if we do not know each other, one of us seduces the other and eventually you bring me back to your place," I told her.

"That is quite tame," she stated sounding disappointed.

I corrected her, "...but that is not all. I videotape us from my window as we make love. This happens 10 maybe 15 times. Then, we lock ourselves in an apartment for a weekend and watch each tape. For me the excitement would be in choosing each specific garment, knowing that you wore it all day for my pleasure, knowing all day that I am going to take remove it later, and the 'unknown' circumstances, circumstances which are within your sole control, under which it will happen and knowing we will watch ourselves afterward."

"Hm-mm, the seduction aspect just made it alot better. I am good at that, you should be warned... So now I owe you," she replied. 

She ran her tongue from the base of my cock up to the tip, intentionally flicking the now swollen head, "...I think my other fantasy is happening as we speak.... but I cannot tell you what it is or how it ends, you will just need to let me lead you through it, to know it...." 

She stood up before me. "Lean forward," she instructed. As I did, she took the back of my head in the palm of her hand and guided my face to her silk panty, "Smell it, run your tongue against it.... " 

I inhaled the sweet smell of her sex. I ran my face across the silk, the smooth luxurious fabric reminded me of the fine moment I was living. I gently kissed it and pressed my lips against it not knowing if I would ever get closer to her than this. I did not want the moment to end. She pushed me back and slipped her thumbs in the sides of the panty and drew down the garment, tantalizingly stepping out of it one foot after the other. She dangled it right before my face and dropped it in my lap, "A gift from me to you," she said. 

I stared directly her patch of wild pubic hair. She raised her left leg and planted her high heel into the arm of my chair. "Go ahead," she encouraged. I leaned forward and nuzzled my nose into her tufts, inhaling her aromatic smell, stimulating my senses. I lifted my chin and teasingly played with her hair and outer lips. I drew my face back, placed my hands on her hips, kissed the skin around her patch worshiping her... I brought forward my face, stretched forth my tongue, first felt her public hairs as I moved closer and then parted her lips; her warmth quaffed out and I tasted my first taste of her preciousness. My body coursed with intense excitement. 

I drew back my face and gazed up for her approval. She reached down and spread her lips revealing her engorged pink bud. She placed her hand behind my head, gently pushed me towards her, approving of my actions and suggesting I continue. I was in a state of hypnotic orgasmic daze. This woman had a way with me and I was falling under her spell. I leaned forward, gently suckled her sex and inserted two fingers between her now engorged lips. Slowly her juices began flowing onto my lips and chin as she ground herself into my face.

"Sit back, put your hands on the arms of the chair and do not move them," she instructed. As I did, she followed me into the chair, her knees aside my thighs and her shins over my thighs so her feet touched behind her. 

She took my sex in her hand and began teasing me- slowly rubbing my head back and forth against wild bristly hairs, sometimes parting her outer lips with my head so I could feel their thickness and the wetness forming on the edges of her tender inner lips, sometimes tapping her clit with the head of my cock, teasing herself as she spoke to me:

"Did you ever think today would be like this? How many times have you thought of having me? How many times have you touched yourself because of me? How many more times will you touch yourself because of me? My fantasy is to be your primary obsession- the one you think of first, the one who is to near but to far, viewable but untouchable... the one who is all that is erotic, sultry and sublime, the one you crave, lust and ponder, your vixen, vamp and dirty little whore.... Think of all the times you watched me. Do you like it when I masturbate for you? When I am taken from behind? Missionary position? When I am on top? A submissive? Dominant? By more than one? I want to know you obsess over me, and dream of you deep within me, taking me, taking me hard....." 

She placed her hand on the back of my stiff sex, ground hers against mine, her slick lips sliding across my shaft. She closed her eyes, reared back her head, gasped deep, exhaled slowly and held herself against me not moving. 

After a moment she rose, picked up her coat and put it on. I was rock hard and unsatisfied. From her pocket she drew a piece of paper and handed it to me, "For when you need to profess your lust for me..."

I looked at her and asked, "Why are you leaving?"

"Read the note," she said as she turned and let herself out.

I was powerless to rise and watched her turn away, her well shaped legs carrying her away from me. I wanted so much more, there was so much more that I wanted to do, to say to her.... I looked at the folded piece of paper lying in the palm of my hand. Remorsefully, I opened it. It read:

My real name is, and I am your, 'Coquette'

555-5555



Fiona



Love. It's a funny thing isn't it? I mean, everyone wants it and it has the power to bring happiness into the life of even the most downtrodden among us. The flip side of the same coin is that loss of love has the power to plunge the happiest, most influential person deeply into despair.

I am an example of neither. I am an ordinary teenager and I've never been in love. At least not yet.

My name is Jeremy. I am 18 years old and live in Calgary with my mom. My dad died before I was born so it has always been just my mom and I. I am generally a happy teenager, which my mother is thankful for. I guess it is hard enough being the single mom of a teenager and I'm glad I don't cause her any excess grief.

I know she does worry about me sometimes. I have great grades, great friends, but I am a little shy around girls I don't know well. I have friends that are girls but that is different, most of them I have known for years. There is one exception though, one girl I met just this year. We have become great friends over the past few months but secretly I also have been developing serious crush on her. Her name is Fiona.

Anyway, it is early January and I am roughly halfway through grade 12. After pounding the snooze button on my alarm repeatedly for a half hour or so I finally dragged myself out of bed. I stood up and stretched, rubbing my eyes absently as I stumbled towards the bathroom, just down the hall from my bedroom.

I blinked rapidly as I looked into the mirror at my sleepy face and tousled hair. I rapidly went through my morning routine and then wandered back into my room to throw on my clothes. I wore baggy jeans and my usual nerdy shirt. This one in particular was my U.S.S. Kelvin T-shirt from the newest Star Trek movie. Oh yes, I am a geek and proud of it.

I threw on my jacket, gloves, toque, scarf and boots before pulling my backpack on. Have I mentioned that I live in Calgary? Yeah. For the uninitiated that is a city in western Canada. And its winter. Not during one of our famous Chinooks either, this was a deep chill. -33 Celsius this morning. Wonderful.

I stepped out of the house and into the northern wind and felt the deep cold chill me immediately even through my layers. Nothing I could really do about it so I trudged on through the snow to the bus stop. I take the city transit bus to school every day. I live just far enough from my high school that it is too damn far to walk, especially in the winter.

After shivering in the cold for five minutes or so my bus pulled up and I eagerly jumped on, depositing my bus ticket in the box and getting a seat nearest the heater. As my hands thawed over the heater my thoughts turned to Fiona, further warming me. Today was a great day because I would spend the first 4 hours of it with her!

Soon, too soon if you ask me, it was time for me to get off the bus. I had been blissfully warm for a short time. Now I was frozen again, walking the final few blocks to school.

As I stepped into the school, just inside the door, my friend Curtis was waiting for me. I greeted him with a nod and a fist bump, our traditional greeting, I grinned and we headed to class in silence.

Curtis and I had Biology 30 first thing this morning. Curtis and I were two of the top three students in Mr. Anderson's Bio 30 class.

The other member of the top three was the previously mentioned Fiona Grant. Fiona is gorgeous. Well, I find her gorgeous. She is pretty short, about 5'1" and has wavy black hair to her shoulder blades and blue eyes and... well, I don't want to bore you with the rest of the details.

Anyway, when Curtis and I arrived in class Fiona was already there sitting at our table. The three of us are good friends and being the top members of the class we liked to stick together.

I had a curious situation on my hands. Fiona has a thing for Curtis and he is completely oblivious. I have a thing for Fiona and she is completely oblivious, as far as I can tell. It was frustrating but I had said nothing about it to this point.

Even more awkward? Fiona and I have our spare together and all she talks about is Curtis; all I do is nod along and stare at her.

Back to the matter at hand. Today, predictably, we were talking about human reproduction in Bio. Mr. Anderson is an amazing teacher, one of the few teachers I have ever had who I truly enjoyed learning from. His success with his students was due to the fact that he wanted us to succeed, was hilarious, and was genuinely a nice guy.

Remember the hilarious part? Yeah well, Mr. Anderson pops in a video on the subject of the day. After the introduction, the TV screen shows a live-action camera of deep inside a woman's vagina as a man thrusts his penis inside. Mr. Anderson's eyes open about as wide as the front cover of our textbook. He sputters a bit before muttering, "I knew I should have watched this beforehand."

The whole class watched in hushed silence for a few minutes until the thrusting penis began spurting semen into the depths of vagina. Mr. Anderson just about passed out.

Nervous chuckles and giggles spread through the classroom but soon the class settled down and watch the rest of the film, the remainder being completely benign.

I glanced over at Fiona several times during the video and to my chagrin she was glancing at Curtis who was, as always, completely oblivious.

My next class was... nothing. I had a double spare, with Fiona. Two hours of hanging out with a gorgeous girl, not a bad day in my books. Plus after our spare we had lunch, more time with Fiona although this time with other people around.

Fiona and I usually parted ways for a few minutes to go to our lockers and rid ourselves of heavy textbooks before meeting in a corner of the library.

After dumping most of my books into my locker, all except Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows which I was currently reading, I headed upstairs. When I arrived in the remote corner of the library, Fiona was nowhere to be seen. I just shrugged it off and opened my book. 

Just as Ron was storming off, I heard a girl crying. I looked up and saw Fiona with a tear-stained face and as my eyes met hers she broke down into another series of sobs. I jumped from my chair and wrapped her up in a friendly hug.

I drew back after her crying abated slightly, looked her in the eyes again and asked, "Fiona, what's wrong hun?"

"Curtis! Curtis... he turned me down!

"Turned you down?"

"Well... I was tired of waiting for him to ask me out so I finally got up the courage to ask HIM out... and he rejected me!"

"What?! Well, what all did he say?"

Fiona hiccuped a few times before replying, "He... he said that he only wants to be my friend. That he isn't attracted to me."

"He SAID that?! Holy fuck he is crazy."

Fiona giggled a little and looked at me with a sudden sparkle in her wet eyes. A coy grin slowly spread across her lips and she asked, "And what do you mean by that?"

"Well... I uh... I guess I mean that I am attracted to you," my voice fading as I grew nervous, finishing quietly, "very much."

Fiona's whole expression transformed. A predatory grin erupted on her face and the look that appeared in her eyes scared and excited me. She began walking towards me as I backed away from her, finally ending with me up against the wall. With an unreadable tone she asked quietly, "What do you find attractive about me Jeremy?"

I think I got that deer-in-the-headlights look on my face but I tried to keep my composure, such as it was.

I think now is a good time to resume my description of my friend Fiona. As I mentioned before she is short with long black hair and blue eyes. To put it mildly, I find her completely gorgeous. She has small breasts but they fit her frame perfectly and she always showed them off wonderfully in tight, revealing tops. She has a slender waist and, my favourite part, a perfect round ass that goes very well with her shapely legs.

And now I was backed up against a wall with her mere inches from me, regarding me in much the same manner that a lioness regards her prey. I had never before seen this look but her aggression mixed with the mischievous glint in her eye made me a little nervous and I gulped. Loudly.

"Well, everything I guess... you are really beautiful Fiona."

"Thank you Jeremy," she replied with a smile, "But I want to know exactly what you like about me so I know you are telling the truth, that you really do find me attractive. So tell me Jeremy, what DO you like?"

Another gulp, louder this time.

"Well... uh... I think you have really nice breasts, they fit your frame perfectly. You have gorgeous hair, I love black hair. The colour of your eyes is amazing... oh and your ass, your ass is easily the best I have ever seen! Oh and..."

Fiona chose that moment to pull me down and devour my mouth in a deep kiss. My eyes opened wide but, seeing as I was a teenage boy and all my dreams were being fulfilled, I decided to go with it. I returned the kiss hesitantly at first, then with more vigor.

Finally after almost a minute she broke the kiss and stepped back. Without missing a beat she grabbed my hand and pulled me into one of the viewing booths, pulling the door closed quietly after ensuring no one saw us enter.

The library had a few viewing booths where people could watch the library's collection of videos. They were hardly ever used.

Before I could really contemplate my situation, Fiona was pressed against me again and pulled my head back down for another kiss. Just moments into the intimate kiss I felt her tongue brush my lips, seeking entry. I eagerly drew her inside and we embraced like this, our tongues caressing and exploring, for several minutes.

When she broke the kiss, Fiona immediately dropped to her knees in front of me. Unknown to me, during the bliss of our embrace, she had unbuttoned my pants and now she was pulling them down to the floor along with my boxers. My cock sprang free and through the growing lusty fog in my brain I was able to ask, "Fiona... what... what is going on?"

She merely looked up at me with a sly grin and then pressed her finger to her lips. Before I could say another word she took the head of my rock hard penis into her mouth and began eagerly sucking.

Seeing as this was the first blowjob of my life, I was overcome with pleasure. Fiona was working my cock wonderfully, sucking up and down the length with her tongue caressing the underside of the head and her small hand grasping the base.

It took only a minute or so of this before a long groan sprang from my lips and my knees gave out. Pleasure flooded through my whole body and I sank to the ground, Fiona following me all the way while happily nursing my softening dick. Once she was satisfied she had all of my seed, she looked me in the eyes and swallowed visibly. A wide grin spread across her face and her eyes glowed with happiness.

This time I lunged at her and she began giggling before I cut it off with a deep kiss. Fiona was fulfilling my deepest fantasies and I was very grateful for it. 

You may be wondering at this point what happened to the part of my brain that held my impulse control and worry over what this meant. Well... truth is that it was beaten into submission by the beauty and aggression of the amazing girl I was holding in my arms.

I broke the kiss and opened my mouth to ask her a question but yet again she stopped me by placing a finger to my lips. Fiona then, to my delight, pulled her tight white T-shirt over her head and quickly unclasped her bra, throwing both items into the corner of the booth.

I stared in awe at Fiona's perfect breasts. They were small, round, firm, and fit her perfectly. Like a dog on a fresh bone, I leapt on her again, her giggles breaking some of the tension in the booth. I alternated sucking each of her pink nipples into my mouth and flicking the tips with my tongue. I quickly came to the realization that she was enjoying this every much as her eyes closed and I heard her moan softly.

I had never had sex before but I was well read on the subject, like many nerdy, horny 18-year-old boys are. I had enough theory about sex floating around in my head to fill several books and I couldn't wait to put it into practice.

I motioned for her to stand up and with a curious look at me, she rose to her feet. She was wearing a short black skirt which I quickly pulled down and off to reveal a pair of black bikini panties. After admiring for a moment how they clung to her moist lips, they joined the pile of clothes littering the floor.

Then I saw it... and my jaw just about fell from of the rest of my head. Fiona's pussy was completely shaved. Not a single hair. I appreciatively ran my hand over her smooth mons and she moaned slightly in appreciation.

After taking some time to admire, I remembered why I was in that position. I gently nudged her legs apart and, without any hesitation, locked my mouth on to her already wet slit.

"Oh fuck! Holy shit Jeremy... that feels so good! Oh wow..."

From her excitement I knew I was doing a good job and her enthusiasm fueled my explorations. I ran my tongue and lips over the insides of her thighs, her labia, her vagina and through her slit. Finally I found what I was looking for. 

By this time Fiona was already moaning loudly and when I slipped my lips over her clit and started gently sucking on it, she completely came apart. Her hands grasped and pulled on my hair as her whole body went into spasm. From her lips came a long moan and she sank to the floor, much as I had, her legs no longer steady enough to keep her up. 

Somehow I managed to keep my mouth locked on to her clit the whole time and now with her sitting up against the wall, I began flicking it lightly with my tongue. This brought forth a loud cry from her lips and another series of spasms rippled across her body. When she finally laid exhausted on the floor, mouth open and breathing heavily, I sat back on my knees with a bright smile on my face.

Fiona looked up at me through hooded eyes, her face awash with exhaustion and satisfaction. She gave me a weak but sincere smile and nodded happily.

After a few minutes of resting she got up on her knees and pulled my shirt over my head and completed the pile of clothing on the floor.

Both of us now completely naked except for our socks and shoes, Fiona leaned towards me with that same predatory grin from earlier. She kissed me on the lips briefly, then trailed kisses along my jaw to my ear before whispering, "Jeremy, I want you to fuck me. Right now."

She promptly rose to her feet on still-unsteady legs, leaned over the old CRT TV which was the whole point of this booth, and stuck out her luscious ass. She looked back over her shoulder at me, a bright sparkle in her eyes and her bottom lip between her teeth, and wiggled her behind.

I sprang to my feet and with my dick once again hard as a calculus test, I was ready.

It kind of surprised me how ready I was, considering I was a virgin, but by this point my hormones had overcome any reluctance. Plus, this was the girl of my dreams.

I just about lost it when I saw the look on her face but I forced myself to concentrate. At the last moment the rational part of my brain managed to get one thought in and I asked hurriedly, "What if I get you pregnant?"

Fiona smiled slightly, winked, and said plainly, "Jeremy, I'm on the pill. Fuck me now."

I stepped toward her outstretched ass and briefly ran my cock up and down her dripping wet slit before I found her hole and pushed forward. We both groaned loudly as pleasure flooded through our bodies. After only a few thrusts I was buried completely in her vise-like pussy. I knew Fiona wasn't a virgin but she was still very tight. A brief grin played across my lips at the realization that we were a perfect fit, the head of my cock pressed against the very depths of her.

Fiona moaned, "Jeremy, you feel so good... so good. You fill me up... oh wow. Just stay right there, just like this..."

Fiona's words added to my pleasure and I gladly complied, keeping myself firmly buried inside her. Her pussy kept twitching and spasming around me and little shocks of pleasure flooded through my body. I was very thankful I had already cum once or I would not have even made it all the way in.

I luxuriated in this feeling for a time, taking the opportunity to gently caress the smooth expanse of her arched back. I could see Fiona relax and moments later look back over her shoulder again, pleasure written all over her face, and she say quietly, "Fuck me now Jeremy... please fuck me."

I needed no more encouragement than that, let me tell you. I grasped her hips and slowly began moving my cock in and out of the wonderfully gripping moist heat of her vagina. Her moans were nearly continuous now and each time I bottomed out she would let out a high squeak of pleasure.

I continued thrusting hard into the beautiful girl, trying to keep control as my pleasure rose. I could tell she was close to her climax as her moans were now louder and I could feel her pussy clenching around my cock. 

Finally I couldn't keep control any longer and as I started pumping furiously into her, clenching her hips hard with my hands, she cried out, "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Jeremy!" Her body began quivering all over and I began spurting long ropes of cum deep inside her. Our loud groans of pleasure filled the tiny room and I just barely managed to stay standing and keep her upright.

For several long and wonderful minutes we stayed just like that, my hands venturing out again to gently caress her back, eventually reaching around to cup her breasts. I gently pinched her nipples and felt another spasm of pleasure race through her body. This prompted Fiona, her head resting on top of the TV, to look back and give me the happiest, most beautiful smile I had ever seen.

I finally pulled out and leaned back against the wall, breathing hard and feeling the last few shudders of pleasure ripple across my body.

Fiona straightened up and flashed me another brilliant smile before easing herself to her knees at my feet. A look of still-smoldering desire etched across her features, she gazed up at me and pulled my penis into her mouth. She thoroughly cleaned our combined juices off of it with her tongue, my fists clenching and my breath leaving me for a moment as extreme pleasure, tinted slightly with pain, flushed through my body.

Fiona then stood and wrapped her arms around me in a long hug, my arms embracing her in return. When she pulled back she was smiling happily although her eyes were slightly moist with unshed tears. She kissed me one last time before whispering in my ear, "Thank you so much Jeremy, you were wonderful!"

She began dressing and I just stared at her for several long moments, somehow suddenly nervous, before asking, "Fiona... will you go out to dinner with me on Friday?"

Fiona finished dressing and stepped to the door. For a second I didn't think she was going to answer me but as she pulled the door open she looked back at me with a sly smile and replied, "We'll see."



Fiona



Fiona snapped. "What is wrong with you? You've barely touched me." 

"I've got a gardening tool up my ... well it's not very comfortable!"

"Well you should have got your parents out for the day. Send them to the cinema or something. We could have been at your house instead!"

Greg snorted derisively. "It's so easy for you." His naked lover turned to face him, pushing the long blonde hair from her face and scowling angrily. There was little room in the gardeners' shed, situated in the grounds of her exclusive public school where she had a scholarship, but the frustration etched on her face was evident.

"What's that supposed to mean?" The slender soubrette cried. 

Greg gestured with his hands towards her. "You want to be on top, but there's nowhere for me to be without having something up my arse. Why don't we just go somewhere else?"

"'Cause there is nowhere else!" Fiona shouted. "And you've been away all week. I've been celibate since last Sunday. That's six fucking days. Or six no fucking days, more to the point!"

Greg sighed. "You could have, taken matters into your own hands," he teased with a smile as he disentangled his body from the gardening tools, and Fiona shrugged. "And I had to go away. It was a field trip."

"And now you need to make amends," Fiona demanded. "I did not choose to go out with you to be celibate. Now stop fucking around, and start, well, fucking."

"Can't we sneak into your room like last weekend? Surely Jenny's gone by now." Fiona sighed, and tried to look out of the shed window, but, unable to see much, opened the flimsy wooden door and stepped out into the cold, swirling wind to focus on the building in the distance. "Shut it, it's freezing!" Greg moaned.

"You girl," the naked Fiona taunted with a giggle. "The light in our room's off."

"Can we go there, then?" Greg pleaded. "Please. We can have a bed."

"A single bed."

"Yeah, and it's better than double rake," he snapped and scratched his hair. "Please ..."

"If I don't get laid today, you're in serious trouble," she shouted aggressively. "Serious trouble."

Greg reached for his clothes. "Has anyone ever told you that you are a nympho?"

"Yes," Fiona snapped as she reached for her underwear. "All my boyfriends, but who cares about them?" She cocked her head as she watched Greg get frantically reacquainted with his clothes. "Oh come on! Every guy wants to have a nympho as a girlfriend. And I was eighteen last week and I didn't even get an orgasm!" Greg grumbled in response as Fiona slid her long dress over her body. He laughed and she told him to "hurry up!"

"I'm comin'!"

"Bloody wish I was," Fiona mumbled and Greg sighed in mild annoyance; Fiona was the perfect girlfriend in many ways -- she was low maintenance, in a financial sense, and got on very well with his friends -- but she was incredibly demanding in the bedroom department!

"Will you stop moaning?" Greg pleaded as they pushed open to the door to the shed. It creaked closed behind them and Fiona straightened her clothes as they walked across the manicured grass lawn to the perimeter wall. 

Fiona had escorted her boyfriend into her room many times before, and they followed the walled boundary into the deserted vegetable garden, before Fiona pulled out her keys and opened the door of the fire escape. "Best two pounds fifty I have ever spent," she said with a smile, as she softly closed the door behind them, and pointed up the stairs. "Cost to get a key cut. Bargain!"

Greg nervously tiptoed up the empty staircase in the imposing building. "Are you sure no-one's about?" He whispered. Fiona shrugged and bounded up the stairs energetically, her footsteps echoing throughout the concrete spiral. She stopped at the top of the stairs, putting her ear to the door. 

"It's safe, I think," Fiona murmured to Greg as he reached her, and she slowly opened the fire door to look along the small corridor; her room was the closest to the fire escape, and there was silence.

Fiona tiptoed to her room, and unlocked her bedroom door, before eagerly beckoning her partner to join her. Greg darted into the girl's bedroom trying to be as inconspicuous as he could. The room consisted of two single beds under the window adjacent to each wall, with two wardrobes on the right of the room, and two desks on the left. He shut the door firmly and Fiona locked it behind him. "So we don't get disturbed," she promised with a smile. She pulled Greg towards her, and unbuckled his jeans.

"You don't waste any time," he joked and Fiona cocked her head.

"Yeah, well. You have a job to do and I don't know when Jenny is coming back." She pushed his trousers to his ankles and threw her dress onto the floor beside her bed. Greg hesitated and she gestured at the bespectacled teenager who folded his clothes neatly on the back of a chair. 

Fiona pulled him towards her and giggled, pushing her hair behind her ears and her eyes tracing the body of her boyfriend. She licked her lips and rubbed her hands over his torso, her painted nails lightly scratching his skin as she stared into his eyes. 

He whimpered expectantly and she smiled at his inflating cock, still damp from their aborted efforts in the groundsman's shed. Her hands glided over his skin and swept across his tummy and his thighs. He closed his eyes and Fiona took a step to his left, brushing her hands against his cock. She nibbled at his earlobes and stepped back as she slowly walked around him, pushing against his sides with her hands and gripping his erect penis.

"Tell me," she whispered. "I bet you've been thinking how you want my lips on this, haven't you?" Greg gulped and nodded as she blew gently on his neck and kissed it before murmuring again. "You've been playing with yourself all week, dreaming of me making you come, again and again, haven't you?" Greg simpered as her hands stroked his shaft and her bare bosom pressed against his skin. "You've been wanting this dirty little whore to come and make you come in her dirty, slutty, little mouth. Haven't you?" Greg sniffed and nodded, mesmerised by her intoxicating words. Fiona smiled to herself and groaned, pressing her body against the bare back of her boyfriend. "Ahh ... Greg," she gently cried. "You want it?"

"Yeah," he muttered breathlessly.

Her left hand rose up his body and gently rubbed Greg's nipple; he gasped in sensual anticipation. Fiona pulled at his body, jutting his waist forward, and her right hand circled her thumb over the tip of his glans, smearing the pre-cum over the sensitive head. Greg's legs trembled.

Fiona guided him towards the edge of the soft bed, and grinned at him. She strode over to the window, stopping just long enough to watch a handful of her peers run across the grass lawns. She smiled as she lowered herself to her knees and watched the desperate expression of her boyfriend, as her face moved forward and took the engorged cock in her teenage mouth for the fourth time in as many weeks. Greg groaned instantly as her lips slid firmly down the erect member and her tongue swished across the head. 

Greg sighed; he gripped the side of the bed as the talented girl sucked and licked his cock with her tongue, and her hands explored his sensitive balls squeezing them gently. She felt his cock twitch; he simpered and squealed, panting and mewing into the dimly-lit bedroom.

Fiona ran her tongue around the tip of his cock, savouring his musky pre-cum, and his toes curled before gasping and crying out. Fiona pumped his cock with her hands, looking into his eyes as she withdrew her mouth from the glans. She watched him sigh, and squeal; she loved watching him writhe in pleasure and felt several spurts of cum land on her bosom. He pushed his lips together and screwed his face up, as Fiona smiled at him, giggling as bare breasts glistened with his deposit. She reached for a tissue and wiped it over her chest as her boyfriend took a few deep breaths.

Greg leant back on the bed, his hands behind him and supporting his weight as his glistening cock jutted impressively into the room. "Your turn?" He said with a smile.

"Of course my turn," Fiona snapped and raised her eyebrows. She threw herself backwards onto the bed and spun her legs over Greg, with her ankles missing her boyfriend's face by a couple of inches. Greg put his hands on the side of her thighs and pressed his face into her crotch but Fiona pushed on the top of his head and snarled at him. "Be gentle."

Greg snorted; he looked up and slowly nibbled her thighs. She simpered and pressed her body into the mattress, encouraging him to continue with barely audible mewing. She held her breath as her eyes watched him sucking at the inside of her milky thighs and she pushed her legs further apart. 

Greg glided his hands over her firm, teenage body and squeezed her nipples with his fingers. She groaned and squealed as Greg roughly rubbed the firm points between his thumbs and forefingers, and the bespectacled lad pushed his tongue over the top of Fiona's slit and rolled it across her sensitive lips. Fiona sighed in expectation and she gripped the side of the bed, as Greg's tongue poked at her moist crevice.

Fiona ran her hands over Greg's hair and licked her lips. She pushed her hips further into her boyfriend's face and groaned as his tongue found her clitoris and flicked it forcefully.

Loud whimpers and passionate grunts filled the room as Greg lapped at her moist cunt and flicked her clit forcefully before circling her button with firm motions. Fiona squealed and panted, her body shaking as her boyfriend took her to the brink of an orgasm.

She gripped hold of the bed, and roared as she threw her head back and exhaled loudly, screeching as Greg's tongue passionately devoured her moist clit. She shuddered and her legs shook as she panted.

Fiona looked down at her boyfriend gratefully and smiled. She pushed his face away from her crotch and beckoned for him to join her on the bed. "Is that a good enough birthday present?" Greg teased. He wiped his wet face on the back of his hand and Fiona kissed him on the cheek. 

He pushed her hips back onto the bed, and ran his hand down her naked body to her wet slit, sliding up against her clitoris and pressing gently. She writhed and closed her eyes as his finger made slow motions around her sensitive button and she sighed. She tried to kiss him again but Greg resisted and watched as the teenager's eyes twinkled with passion and lust while his fingers pressed against her crotch. Her breathing became more laboured and she kept holding her breath for a few seconds, suspiring loudly with every exhalation.

Her hands reached towards Greg but he pushed them back and slid further down the bed, so his fingers could probe Fiona's hole. She gulped and watched as his middle finger was eagerly welcomed by the lustful girl and he pressed against the slippery flesh of her soaking crotch. 

The unmistakable scent of female arousal filled the air and Fiona began to pant and squeal. Greg's thumb massaged her pearl and his fingers rolled around her cunt, and he watched joyfully as his girlfriend screwed up her face and cried out loudly; she was always easy to get to a second orgasm.

Fiona's body shook as waves of intense pleasure swept through her and the young lady reached out and pulled Greg on top of her. He had to adjust himself but Fiona reached down to align her boyfriend's erect cock with her entrance and they both sighed.

She pushed her legs up and wrapped them around her partner's waist, as Greg thrusted his gleaming cock into her slick entrance. Fiona gasped and grunted, shouting encouragement into her lover's ear and staring into his eyes lustfully. 

"You're a slut, aren't you?" Greg grunted and Fiona nodded. "Aren't you? A dirty, little fucking slut."

"Yes," Fiona cried and wrapped her arms around Greg, digging her nails into his back. Greg rammed his cock deeper into the teenage girl as he cried out in pain. His rhythm became faster and Fiona closed her eyes, savouring the sensations from her loins. She gulped and watched as Greg screwed up his face, withdrew his cock and squirted cum into her belly button with a satisfied groan. She gently ran her hands over his back. He gulped and reached down to kiss the young lady that he had covered in his semen twice.

Fiona passed him a tissue from her bedside table with a smile, and he cleaned up her waist. "Always the man that makes a mess," she teased and Greg lay down beside her after tossing the tissues into the waste paper basket. 

"You're much less hostile when you've been laid," Greg teased and wrapped his arm around the blonde girl. "Perhaps you should get yourself some vibrating knickers and then you'll always be in a good mood."

"Or perhaps I should get myself a boyfriend who doesn't abandon me," Fiona replied. "And then I'd never be in a bad mood." He giggled and they heard a noise from the corridor. 

Both eyes turned towards the door as a scraping sound of a key entering a lock punctuated the silence. "Fuck!" Greg cried as he looked towards the handle on the door opening. He reached for the duvet but the person entering the room was too quick and he froze as the dark-brown haired, slim figure of Jennifer Lever came into the room. 

She shrieked and looked towards Fiona, frantically covering Greg with the thick duvet in the single bed. "Fiona!" She cried. "You promised me."

"I thought you were out!" Fiona snapped, and crossed her arms across her bosom. "Close the door!"

Jenny threw her bag onto the floor and shook her head. "Get him out of my room," she demanded. "You got five minutes!" Fiona screwed up her face and waited for the slam of the door and then swore under her breath.

"Fuck! I told you we were better in the shed," she moaned as Greg frantically tried to get dressed. "But you knew better."

He sighed. "You were the one desperate to get laid. I suggested going to the pub."

Fiona snorted and ran her hands through her hair. "Don't start this again," she warned and crossed her arms. "If I hadn't have just had some fun, you'd be in serious shit!" 

 Chapter II

"Has he gone now?" Jenny spat, as she burst into her room.

The half-naked Fiona opened her arms and gestured around her. "Can you see him?" Jenny's eyes narrowed for a moment, as Fiona opened the wardrobe door. "He's not in there, and he's not ..." She trailed off as Jenny stormed passed her.

"An hour, I was out for. An hour. And in that time you have to sneak another guy back into our room. You've got issues Fiona."

Fiona snorted and reached for her jeans. "Fuck off! I haven't got issues. Just because I've taken my genitals out of their plastic wrapping and use them once and awhile." She paused for a moment and cocked her head. "Perhaps if you got a boyfriend you might understand."

"I do not need a boyfriend," the scowling face of the dark-haired girl cried. She straightened her body and crossed her arms. "I've told you this. And it's not fair you keep bringing all your boys back. Four times I've caught you. And always with different boys."

"Men," Fiona corrected her. "All of them are eighteen. They are men. Well Lee did like dressing in girls' clothings but he was nineteen. And yes, Greg bitches like a little girl but I am working on that." She tried to force a smile out of Jenny but one was not forthcoming. "Jenny, I am sorry," she muttered eventually and sat opposite her room-mate. "I didn't think you'd be back to see us and his family spend all day at home. When we want to ... do things, we've got nowhere to go."

"Yeah well, perhaps if you asked me, I'd go out. But I really don't want to see it. He had ... stuff ... dripping from his ... thingy!" Fiona suppressed a laugh and she took a deep breath.

"OK," Fiona muttered and smiled at her friend. "I promise that if I want to bring someone back for sex I will arrange it with you first." Jenny's eyes flickered and she simpered. "I mean we could have a calendar on the wall and I could book nookie time and ..." Her voice petered out as the bedroom door opened loudly, and Jenny's best friend brashly entered the room. Fiona looked up at the tall shapely girl, and scowled. "Don't fucking knock or anything," she snapped.

Angelina focused on Jenny and coughed. "Heard the slut's been at it again," she said, casting a sideways glance at Fiona. "Me and the girls are going to get a drink if you want to get away from this ... harlot."

Fiona rose to her feet and advanced on her room-mate's friend. "What did you call me?"

Angelina laughed derisively. "So many things."

Jenny put her hand on Fiona's shoulder but the freshly-fucked girl pushed it off. "You should hear what I call you."

"Like I care what the underclass think," she barked. "Going to grow into a whore anyway and ..." 

"I ain't no whore," Fiona shouted. "I don't charge." Angelina snorted and Fiona's eyes barely moved as her hand jutted out from her side and smacked her nemesis in the stomach. "The underclass ... they're rebelling," Fiona snapped and pushed Angelina out of her bedroom as Jenny watched on in horror.

 * * * * *

"So that was it," Fiona cried as she watched her boyfriend pocket the black ball. "Little cunt said I'd be a whore."

"You'd never be a prossie," Greg said with a smile. "Whores aren't allowed to enjoy themselves."

"You never heard of job satisfaction?" Fiona asked as she grabbed the side of the pool table and slid the ball return out with a smile, before picking out the balls. "Course they can enjoy themselves." She shook her hair back and gently put the side of the pool table back in place. "Make this the last game," she told the two men standing above her. "I want another drink."

Fiona, Greg and Greg's friend, Hayden, had crept into the unused function room above the Hare and Hounds in the village for a free game of pool, but they could not keep going up and down the stairs to get drinks from the bar or else the landlord would realise that they had broken into the room and remove them from the premises. 

"Sure," Hayden agreed and scratched his head, before talking about his ex. "My Sophia always said Angelina had problems with her going out with me. I'm sure that's why we split up."

"She's just a spiteful cow," Fiona snapped as she put the coloured balls into the triangle and then moved the balls to the correct location. "You're well rid of the vicious shit. Sophia's in the same circle as Angelina. I'm sure she's been going through my stuff. If I catch her, she's in deep shit. I'd love to pummel the face of that twisted pampered princess." 

"Don't sit on the fence, love. Say what you think," her boyfriend teased and grinned as Fiona scowled. "So as I beat Hayden and you, I guess it's you two playing for the wooden spoon."

Fiona's scowl deepened and she picked up the pool cue. "Yeah, well I don't lose two games on the trot. And I normally annihilate you."

"Mind wandering," Greg taunted. "It's the sex. Well lack of it. You can't cope without it." Fiona threatened her playful partner with the wooden cue in her hand and he grinned. "Of course, you could make this Strip Pool."

Hayden glanced over at Greg downing his pint. "You what?"

"Strip Pool. Every time your opponent pots a ball you remove some clothes. Until one of you is naked. Fiona made me do it once, in this function room."

"Ahh yes!" Fiona cried as she remembered her victory. "But I want to know, why do you want to see Hayden naked? Is there something you aren't telling me?" Greg shrugged and his eyes turned to the pool table.

"If you don't think you can win," he muttered and licked his lips as a smile crept over his face. "That's OK."

"Yeah OK," Fiona cried. "You're on. Sanctimonious bastard!" Fiona looked up at Hayden and waited for him to nod in agreement. She leant over the pool table and running the cue through her knuckles, struck the white ball with a thud that sent the spotted and striped pool balls scattering across the baize. She watched as a couple of the balls rolled towards the pockets but did not drop and cursed as Hayden lined up two easy pots.




Fiona



Greg gleefully taunted his girlfriend and Fiona kicked off her shoes. "That doesn't count!" 

"There are eight balls needed to be potted to win," Fiona spat back. "Two shoes, two socks, two pieces of underwear, jeans and T-Shirt. Eight."

"But ... 

"Butt out! Not your game!" She surveyed the table and lined up the blue number two ball that hit the side of the pocket and rolled away from the pocket. Greg taunted her further, especially as Hayden followed up with another easy pot.

Fiona played gracefully; Hayden was lucky with a couple of his shots, and she recovered to make it a black-ball game as both Hayden and Fiona shivered in the cool function room in their underwear. Greg took Hayden's cue from him as Fiona leant over the table, and slid the long wooden implement up the inside of Fiona's thighs and pressed it against her sex.

"Fuck off!" Fiona yelled and held her cue out in front of her. "Do that again and I shall stick it somewhere dangling and sensitive. And attached to you."

"Chill," Greg teased and watched as Fiona leant over the table, and gently rolled the cue ball up the table so that it connected with the black ball, sending both balls into the pocket. 

"Fuck!" Fiona cried and threw the pool cue onto the table. Greg laughed at the angry girl who swore again at the table. "I don't how I should take this?" Fiona asked. "My boyfriend wants me to get naked in front of his friend." 

Hayden fidgeted and Fiona glanced down at her plain white underwear before hooking her thumbs into the waistband and pushing it down to her ankles. Hayden cooed at her and stared at her shaved mons, with a smirk and Fiona cocked her head. "Used to seeing Gabbey's naked?"

"Not used to seeing it without any hair," he said as he blushed. "I mean ... I ..." 

Fiona swung her hips and walked up to him, pulling his hands from the side of the table. She pressed it against her bare mons and smiled at him. "Feel it. Nice, right? And you don't get that from any other girls at the Abbey."

Hayden nervously looked at Greg who shrugged. "It's OK. I'm used to her. We've been going out for weeks."

"Yeah. Now can we get another drink, 'cause I'm parched."

"Well get dressed then," Greg demanded and the bespectacled man crossed his hands and waited for his girlfriend to get re-attired. 

 * * * * *

"Peace offering," Fiona said as she came in, holding a bottle of Buck's Fizz.

"Shit Fiona," Jenny cried. "Where the fuck did you get that?"

"The Off License. Where do you think?" She scowled and Jenny looked into Fiona's eyes. "What?"

"You've been to the pub, haven't you? You've got that look in your eyes!" Fiona bit her lip and sniffed. 

"Yeah, so what?"

"You know they banned us from the pubs at the weekend. As well as bringing alcohol back. You'll get expelled." Fiona shrugged and sat down on the bed, passing her the cocktail.

"They won't. There are drugs all over this place. You think they care about the odd glass of wine. Or pint of beer. They'll ban me from going out at the weekends, but I never go out of the main gate anyway." Jenny snorted and Fiona pulled two tumblers from her desk. "I got a couple of spliffs too if you need one."

Jenny's eyes widened. "You really will get expelled for that." Fiona snorted and leant back on her bed.

"I'm really sorry that you saw me with Greg. I didn't expect us to need to come back." Jenny looked up from the back of the bottle to see her room-mate shrug. "Of course, I could just set you up with one of Greg's friends."

"I don't want a boyfriend."

"Could set you up with a girl," Fiona teased and giggled. "OK, it's your choice. But there is a great guy called Hayden and he is Sophia's ex." Jenny pursed her lips and fidgeted. "Yes, I know. That posh cow screwing some guy who doesn't own most of Dorset. I couldn't believe it either. But Hayden's cool."

"I don't want a boyfriend," Jenny snapped. "I don't want to do ... that sort of thing." She glanced down at her crucifix necklace and passed the bottle of Buck's Fizz to Fiona. "And I can't drink this." Fiona watched as Jenny put the bottle of alcohol on the desk and turn to face Fiona. "And I think your Greg has been stealing."

"You what?" Fiona snapped.

Jenny blinked and clenched her fists. "Stealing. I left a necklace on my bedside table and it isn't there when I got back."

"Greg isn't like that!" Fiona cried. "He really isn't!"

"Well somebody has taken it. And the room was locked."

"We didn't touch your side of the bedroom."

"Well I want it back. And if I don't get it back soon, I'm reporting it as stolen." Fiona snorted and jumped down from her bed. 

"We ain't touched anything of yours," she snapped, and grabbed her bottle of Buck's Fizz. "Fuck you," she cried and stepped out into the corridor. "Be good to see the back of you," she screamed as she slammed the door.

 Chapter III

"Holidays," Fiona replied gleefully as she finished her glass of wine. "We can stay at the school for the half-term but I'm going up on the train late tomorrow afternoon." Her eyes sparkled mischievously. "But I checked out today so they think I've gone 'ome." Her eyes lingered on her boyfriend in the centre of the group of his friends and she passed him the empty glass with a pleading look. "And I'll have another please!" Greg groaned, but picked up the tray on the coffee table and left the assembly of eighteen-year olds to get his friends, and his girlfriend, another drink.

Ewan, one of Greg's closest friends, had an empty house and had invited three of his mates for an evening of a few drinks, and console gaming. Before that night, Fiona had never met Ewan, a tall and skinny young man with brown hair that covered his ears and a loud, deep voice, but had enjoyed his company all evening as they had consumed six bottles of wine, and dozens of pints of beer, between seven of them.

Fiona, as she was staying with Greg for the night (unbeknownst to his family) had invited herself on the condition that there was additional female company, which consisted of Ewan's long-term girlfriend Chloë, and her best friend, Laura. Ewan had also invited the sporty Hayden and a shy, slightly podgy guy by the name of Sam who had hardly said a word all evening.

Even the overweight, but bubbly ginger-haired Laura had failed to find much conversation with him, and his withdrawn nature had descended into mutterings, especially when they played "I have never," which resulted in Fiona consuming a considerable amount of alcohol.

Fiona had got on well with Chloë, and the long-haired girl had been warm and welcoming all night. They both thanked Greg when he returned with seven drinks and he passed his girlfriend a large glass of wine. "We could load up FIFA," Ewan suggested as Greg sat down and the girls scowled at him. "Or we could ..."

"You turn that console on and we'll go home," Fiona spat and looked at her female allies for agreement. "And it will end all chance you had of getting a blowjob this evening," she said staring angrily at her partner.

"Well what do you want to do?" Ewan demanded. "We could watch a film but we've seen most of what we have. I got some good horror films."

"No," Fiona replied instantly. "I'm not having Greg needing to cuddle up to me 'cause he's scared," she said grinning. "Did you say you had a pool table, 'cause I got unfinished business with Hayden."

Hayden laughed. "Yeah OK. Same rules as before? I'll have you naked again. If Greg doesn't mind."

"Of course he won't mind," Fiona snapped. "And I don't need to ask his permission anyway to beat you at pool."

"The pool table is in my Dad's game room. In the basement," Ewan explained. "It's locked. He always does when he goes away." The tall teenager looked sheepish for a moment and shrugged. "I was fifteen and we drank all his booze so he keeps it locked now."

"And I was going to beat you as well," Hayden muttered. "I'll see you naked another time."

"Been a long time has it? Seeing a naked girl and all that. What you need is a girlfriend as it's making you desperate," Fiona teased and took a sip of the pink wine in the glass. "You'll be begging to see some thigh next!"

"I've got some cards," Ewan promised. "If you two want to play strip something then I'm happy to watch." He shot a sly glance at Chloë and Greg but Hayden nodded.

"Sure. You up for that Fi? Or are you too chicken?"

"Don't call me Fi," Fiona thundered. "Five card draw?" Hayden mumbled and she looked at Ewan, holding out her hand. "Cards please." Ewan hesitated and Fiona looked at the apprehensive faces of the guests. "Is it just me and Hayden or what?"

"I'll play," Greg said with slightly raised eyebrows and he looked at Chloë and Ewan cuddling. "You gonna join in?"

Chloë laughed. "Sure," she said instantly and shrugged.

"Your family are naturists!" Ewan cried as he passed a set of playing cards to Fiona. "Of course you don't care." Fiona blinked as Greg stared into his drink and thought for a moment, but any comment he was about to pass went unspoken as Ewan told Fiona to "deal the cards!"

"I don't wanna be naked," the busty Laura said and Sam nodded. 

"Just watch then," Fiona replied as she performed a ripple shuffle on the deck. "But I will beat Hayden. I will have him naked."

"Yeah, right!" Hayden snorted and Fiona pushed the deck of cards to Hayden and invited him to "cut the deck." After Hayden objected, the group agreed on a three-clothing rule: each participant had a top, a bottom, and some underwear, and socks, bras and knickers did not count as multiple items. 

It was clear that the alcoholic intake had seriously damaged inhibitions as the game started; Greg laughed as he removed his shirt and Chloë's trousers joined the pile with a drunken giggle. More alcohol was retrieved from the stash in the fridge as Hayden lost his trousers, and then his shirt with feeble sets of cards. 

"I said I'd beat you," Fiona taunted as she dealt the cards again. 

"You ain't won nothing yet." The confident player shrugged and hummed as the three aces in her hand almost guaranteed success. "You're right. Maybe I'd lose this round."

She didn't, and Ewan swore as he removed his trousers to reveal skinny legs and then Greg lost his trousers. Fiona spied the bulges in the underpants of the three men playing cards with her and teased Hayden who gleefully recounted the game of "Strip Pool" with Fiona's "shaven haven" in an attempt to distract the driven girl.

There was little Fiona could do with her next hand and was unlucky not to beat Chloë, who managed a pair of threes with a King High instead of a Queen High, but Fiona smiled at Hayden as she removed her top and unclipped her bra.

"Err ... bra is underwear," the nearly naked Greg slurred and watched as his girlfriend's clothing was flung across the room.

"Yeah but Hayden is single and he is a tit man," she replied with a smirk. "And he is opposite me. When was the last time you got your rock-hard cock and slid it between a pair of wet tits?" She pushed her bosom together and looked at him in the eye as his gaze wandered to the blonde girl's breasts.

"Cheating!" Greg objected.

"OK. I shall poll the umpires!" Fiona scrambled to the two friends sat on the sofa behind them and the drunk girl put her hands on Sam's knee and gazed into his eyes. "May I remove my bra?" Sam whimpered and the timid teenager mumbled wide-eyed to himself. Fiona giggled and, after a few mutterings of discontent, reshackled her bosom.

Greg was the first player to lose all his clothes and his two inch flaccid cock bobbed free from the Y-Fronts that was preserving his modesty. Fiona didn't tease as she was still waiting for Hayden. Ewan and Chloë lost clothing with barely a comment, Fiona was focused on her nemesis! Ewan had a skinny body, and the excitable man was the next player to strip naked after a pair of fours was beaten by everyone. Chloë giggled as he stripped and Fiona cooed as his genitals bobbed free; Ewan's erect penis was jutting impressively into the room.

Fiona was the next player to strip to her underwear and Hayden gleefully taunted her; he had had very strong hands over the last few rounds and the blonde girl had been struggling slightly. The good-natured baiting had continued since the game started and Fiona turned to see both the shy, reserved guests eagerly watching the five exhibitionists as they battled to strip their friends.

Fiona got extremely lucky as her abysmal hand only beat Chloë, who had nothing more than a ten of clubs, and all eyes watched as the tall, slender girl, removed her bra. "Never been naked in front of so many guys?" Hayden teased.

Chloë shook her head. "I've been to nude parties and events and stuff," the elegant lady replied disdainfully. "I just don't normally need this amount of alcohol to get there." She reached for her drink and sat back, eyeing the man shuffling the cards.

There was a tense silence in the room as Fiona cut the deck and Hayden dealt five cards to the fiery woman. Fiona's eyes narrowed and she pursed her lips deliberately to avoid giving too much away; she could tell Hayden was watching her for any "tells."

A pair of Kings was welcome, but the other three cards -- a six, a four and a two -- were poor and she hummed. If this was a betting game then she would certainly only swap two cards to try and make her opponent think her hand was stronger, but the variant of Strip Poker the group had settled on was a straight win/lose game. It made sense to swap three cards to maximise her chances of victory.

Hayden watched her as Fiona picked the three cards and put them face down on the carpet. "Three," she called and took three cards from the top of the deck. Hayden smiled as he put two cards down.

"Just a pair," he guessed with a grin. "I'm gonna see that bare cunt again, aren't I?" Fiona sniffed and licked her lips as she adjusted the three cards in her grip -- another king was excellent, but what did Hayden have?

He smiled and hummed as he put the two cards in his hand. "On three?"

"Yeah," Fiona muttered, her heart pounding; all the chatter in the room had ceased as the other five teenagers focused on the two remaining players. She stared into his slim chest and looked at his nervous eyes. She sighed and waited as Hayden counted loudly.

On the count of three, she put her cards onto the carpet in front of her, face up, and she glanced over to the five cards in front of Hayden. He had a pair of sevens and she reached across to the separate the cards. "Two pair?" Fiona asked with a smirk. "You've got two pair. I beat you. I ..."

"Fucking Kings," Hayden sniped as Fiona, dressed in just her underwear, gestured wildly towards the sport-obsessed Hayden.

"Get 'em off," she cried and smiled at the bulge in Hayden's boxer shorts; he had an erection and his appendage looked impressive when framed against its cotton housing. Hayden shrugged and pushed his boxer shorts to his ankles and then threw them across the room to the pile of clothes. 

"And what about you?" Hayden asked. 

"You need to win them off," Fiona spat and she glanced at Greg pouring more alcohol for her. "Spin the Bottle? Truth or Dare? Fuck Poker? I've played them all and I love 'em. What's it to be. What will you play?" She directed her question at Sam who picked up his drink and coughed.

"I'm not playing them."

"Why?" Fiona asked. "Why not? People will have seen you naked before. Girlfriends, changing rooms, streaking naked through the town centre after getting pissed on cheap wine."

"No, that was just you," Greg interrupted and Fiona smiled thoughtfully at the nostalgic memory.

"OK, well what will you play?" Fiona continued, persistently. She gestured towards the two shy teenagers and Sam shook his head.

"Nothing with any nudity," Sam panickedly told the nearly-naked girl.

"Why?" Fiona persevered tactlessly. "Surely all your girlfriends have seen you naked?"

"No," Sam said, blushing and he glanced at Hayden and Greg longingly.

"Perhaps we should just watch a film or something," Hayden muttered but Fiona shook her head.

"Just when it's getting interesting you want to be dull," she teased and poked her tongue out at Sam. "Come on," she begged. "Come join us for some fun. And you too Laura."

"Errr ... I think what Sam is trying to say is that he does not feel comfortable with you seeing him naked," Greg said slowly. "I don't think he wants girls to see him without anything on."

Fiona went to speak but Sam interrupted. "'Cause I've never had a girlfriend," he snapped.

"But ... are you gay?" The blonde girl drunkenly asked.

"No," he cried, and turned redder. "No, I'm not. I just haven't ..." His eyes dropped to the floor and he sighed. "I'm interested and want to but no girl's been interested in me."

Fiona gulped and Laura put her hand on his knee. "You'll meet the right girl one day." Sam sniffed and Greg passed a handful of empty bottles to Fiona.

"Help me carry this," he barked and Fiona scrambled to her feet to assist her naked boyfriend in emptying the lounge of rubbish. "Why did you have to push it?" He thundered, the moment they reached the kitchen. "Sam's not got much confidence and you have to push it!"

"I wasn't to know," Fiona snapped. "And ..."

"You were told to drop it. He's going to be all awkward now. He hates talking about relationships." Fiona gulped and Greg kissed her on the lips. "You drive me crazy sometimes."

Fiona's eyes narrowed. "I said I'm sorry, although ..."

Greg shook his head and walked back into the lounge, alone. "Sorry, she's a bit pissed and she gets a bit crazy when she's had a few."

"We're all a bit pissed," Sam muttered. "I'm fine. I was thinking of heading home soon anyway."

"Ohhh," Laura cried. "Don't go." She pushed her hair back and smiled sweetly at the nervous teenager but he stared at the floor resolutely. 

"Erect cock measuring!" Fiona yelled as she returned from the kitchen holding a measuring tape. "I did this once before and ..."

"I don't think that's a good idea," Greg said quickly and Fiona drunkenly giggled. She looked at Ewan and he shook his head. "I thought size doesn't matter."

Fiona giggled again. "It sort of does and it sort of doesn't," she replied as she sat down with a bump. "I mean, I've been with some small guys and some big guys. And the best orgasms in my life I've had with some un-massive cocks but it's always a bit of fun." Her eyes scanned the room and she crossed her arms when Greg glared at her. "Last week, or the week before, you moaned 'cause you said there were loads of things you ain't done. I did this at Tom's seventeenth party last year and it's a bit of fun, and now you are looking at me with that tone of voice."

"Looking at me with that tone of voice?" Hayden muttered and Fiona nodded.

"Woman's logic, you are out of your league on this one," she quipped and crossed her arms. "OK we won't because my boyfriend's being wet!"

"OK, what do you want from us?" Hayden said with a grin. "I want to see you naked again. That's my price!"

"Chloë can do Ewan, I'll do you and Greg, and Laura can have the pleasure of Sam."

"Pardon," Sam cried and Fiona just giggled mischievously at the meek pair. 

"Oh come on, live a little." She licked her lips. "Be a man, Sam. Whip it out ..."

"Fiona," Greg warned but the bouncy girl ignored him. 

"Yeah come on. The rules are simple. The boys are in a circle facing outwards and the girls just have to get the cock hard and measure from the base across the top to the tip." Fiona downed her glass of wine and rubbed her hands. "Then call out the size." 

"I don't think so," Laura muttered and Fiona glared at the buxom girl. 

"OK, I'll do Sam as well then. Not my first foursome ..." Her eyes narrowed as Sam blushed and Fiona gestured towards him. "One day you will meet a nice girl and after a first date or a hundred-and-first date, she will want sex and you will be naked in front of her. Now ask yourself do you want to be nervous in front of the girl of your dreams, shaking like a leaf, or do you want to be used to being naked in front of other girls? Like me."




Fiona



Sam grunted. "That ain't gonna happen!"

"It ain't gonna happen if you're a wet bastard." She chortled and looked at Greg. "Tell him. I had you wandering around naked in your garden."

"Yeah, naturism is good," Chloë added. "Although erect cock measuring isn't really naturism."

"OK. I just want to do something that people wouldn't approve of. We are eighteen and we are acting like we are twelve. We have a free house, but there is nothing going on."

"We aren't all like you."

"Yeah, more's the pity." She shook her head and Greg crossed his arms. 

"And what do the gentlemen get out of this?" His eyes followed Fiona's half-naked body and she cleared her throat.

"I did say erect cock measuring, didn't I?" She giggled and stretched the measuring tape looking longingly at Greg. "I will make it worth your while ... later."

"Like that's not gonna happen," Ewan teased and then coughed. "OK, I'm in."

"So that's Hayden, Greg, Ewan ... come on Sam." Fiona stared at him with a smile and licked her lips as he went several shades darker. "You've got a beast in there and I want to see it!" Sam spluttered as Laura tried to dissuade the driven tease.

Fiona rubbed her hand and unclipped her brassiere before sidling up to the embarrassed man and putting his hands on her waist. "Take 'em down," Hayden shouted amid a few cheers and Fiona nodded to the apprehensive and podgy guy, sniffling. She smiled and watched as his hands trembled and her knickers were lowered, uncovering her bare genitals. Sam gulped and whimpered as she took his hands and ran them over her exposed skin, before reaching down and touching his erect manhood through his trousers.

"You'll do fine," she said crudely with a giggle. "Come on big boy," she teased. "Come play with the adults." He gulped, but Fiona led him into the centre of the room and knelt down in front of Hayden and Greg. 

She smiled at them, glanced at the figures of Ewan and Sam, before reaching out and stroking her boyfriend and friend with her two hands. Greg gulped and she felt his semi-erect member swell. "You like your girlfriend touching other guys?" She asked with a whisper. "Does it make you hot and horny?" He shook his head but Fiona cackled. "Liar! I'm going to fuck Hayden later; do you want to watch? Want to watch him putting his cock into me and pumping me like the slut I am!" She felt his cock twitch to its full extent and picked up the measuring tape from beside her knee, pressing it into his mound of pubic hair and looking as it reached the tip. "Just over five inches," she called out loudly into the room.

She passed the tape to Chloë to her right and turned to Hayden. "I bet you're much bigger," she said as she took his semi-erect cock in her hands -- already bigger than her boyfriend's member, but not quite as thick, and began pumping it gently. She looked into his gaze and reached forward to kiss the tip of his cock.

"That's nice," he muttered and glanced at Greg watching spellbound as his unfaithful girlfriend pumped and stroked the genitals of another man. She glanced at her boyfriend, touching himself, and smiled inwardly before impaling her mouth on Hayden's penis. He panted and gulped as she withdrew and she licked her lips.

"I will fuck you later," she promised with a twinkle in her eye. 

"Six inches," Chloë shouted to the room and passed the tape back to Fiona, who begrudgingly took it and pressed it against Hayden's pubic hair and traced the tape to the glistening head of his cock.

"Six and a half inches," Fiona shouted and threw the tape between her two men and onto Sam's feet. "I think Hayden here is a winner," she called. "Unless Sam and Laura can beat it."

"But Ewan's just the right size for me," Chloë added. 

"Eight inches, I think," Laura cried from next to Greg and Fiona laughed.

"Have you not confused centimetres and inches?"

"No," Laura snorted in annoyance, and the busty ginger haired girl crossed her arms. "Look!" Both Chloë and Fiona stepped around their men to look at the erect member of the very embarrassed Sam, poking out from underneath his T-Shirt.

He whimpered. "Fucking 'ell," Fiona cried and snatched the tape measure from Laura and pressed it against Sam's body. He sighed as she took his cock in her hands and pressed the measuring tape to the top of his firm dick, smiling into his face as she did. "Wow! That's not eight inches, it's nine," she cried as she pushed the tape into the pubic hair of the slightly podgy man.

"Is that big?" Sam asked and Fiona laughed out loud. She wrapped her two hands around his cock and giggled.

"It's a two-hand job." She pushed away from him and looked into his cock with a smirk. "Massive," she said, still staring at the large appendage. "Really big." She rubbed her hands and gestured towards the nervous man. "How, seriously, do you think a girl would not want to go out with you?" She demanded. "There are some size queens around and they would fight bears to get a big cock like this ramming inside of them." She cocked her head and stared at it. "I've not seen one that big before."

"'Cause, ummm," Sam stuttered. "I think I better ..."

"Answer me!" Fiona cried and puffed. "You're a nice guy, very friendly, smart ..."

"Fat," he added.

"A few extra pounds, granted, but a fucking nine-inch cock!" Fiona hummed and rubbed the bridge of her nose. "I've had a ... few ... partners and none have been over eight or eight-and-a-half, I think. I mean, I carry condoms in my handbag not a ruler, but that cock, wow! That thing, is one in hundreds or thousands," she promised him. "Hell a donkey would be pleased with it."

"Yeah," Chloë said. "She's right. But it's not all about size," she added as she looked at Ewan.

"True. Greg might be a bit small but he does do great oral," Fiona cried. "And he'll even go down on me when we've been at it bareback and swallow his mess. That's not easy to find in a guy." Greg blushed as there was a moment's silence and Hayden sniffed.

"Dude, do you really eat your own ... stuff?"

"She made me the first time we met," Greg cried and crossed his arms. "You try going out with her. She's fucking insatiable. She always wants more and more and more. I'm just a walking cock to her!"

"A walking five incher," Hayden teased and Greg scowled.

"That's not fair," Fiona spat and licked her lips. "And love, I really don't have a problem with your size," she said firmly and the driven girl smiled. "I like your size." Greg snorted derisively. "Listen to me. I am not with you because I am head over heels in love with you. I am not with you because you are loaded or because you are brain of Britain or anything like that."

"Yeah cheers," Greg snapped.

"I am with you because of the friendship and the sex. If I was really that worried about a couple of inches, do you think we would still be together?" Greg looked into Fiona's eyes as she implored him.

"Yeah, but that's different," he grumbled.

"Different? Yeah, how? In case you hadn't realised Gregory Hollands, I have had a fair few fuck buddies over my life and none have still been with me two months after we met. I know a good lay when I find one. So what that you've been short-changed in the cock department, God gave you a great tongue. I always come when you go down on me! And to be honest it's men and shallow women who have a greater worry about cock size, it's my clit that makes me come and you fucking me with that thing, gets nowhere near my clit." She grinned and bit her lip. "Honestly, you're a great lover, when you go wild down below!"

Chloë nodded. "There's more than one way to make a woman happy."

"Exactly," Fiona cried and nodded towards Chloë. "But, Sam here has most of 'em." Fiona watched Sam blush further and held out her hand. "One, nice guy," she told her female companion with a chortle. "I mean that's hard to find with a gentle heart. Two, humble. I mean, who wants to go out with someone who thinks he has the answer to everything. Three, big cock. No, not big cock, massive cock, donkey cock, cock so big it can be seen from space and should come with its own time zone sized cock." Chloë giggled as Fiona drunkenly tapped her third finger and Fiona glanced at Sam. "Fourthly, virgin I guess, right?"

"Fiona," Greg exclaimed. "Shut up!"

"Why?" The girl asked with a smirk. "It's true, right?" 

"She is so pissed," Greg moaned. "I'm so sorry."

Fiona ignored him; her eyes met Greg and she raised her eyebrows. "I love taking cherries of naïve boys." She crossed her arms underneath her breasts and looked at Sam with a smirk. "Then I can tell them what to do, and they are always so grateful to being able to do something, they try so much harder." 

"I think I better go," Sam muttered but Fiona put her hand on his shoulder to force him into the sofa. 

"Sit down," she ordered and scratched the bridge of her nose. "Sit down and tell me, why have you never asked any girl out? You must fancy them."

"Loads," he cried and pulled his trousers up over his waist. "But they'll just laugh at me. I'm ..." He gestured at himself and sniffed. "I'm fat!"

"You're no fatter than Laura," Hayden blurted out. Several eyes glared at him and he shrugged. "And she's had boyfriends."

"Tactful Comment of the Year Award," Greg teased jokingly. "And you wonder why you are single."

"He's right though," Laura said with a sniff.

"Get naked then and we can show him," Fiona demanded and Laura shook her head. "It's to help him," the girl begged but Laura refused adamantly. "Please Laura."

"I'm fine," Sam said, trying to stop Fiona, but it took Greg's intervention for his girlfriend to cease her demands. "I really better go home now."

"I thought you were staying the night," Ewan asked him with a smile. "Has Fiona scared you?" Sam muttered something under his breath and Ewan coughed. "We can stop her if she is scaring you."

"I'm fine, honestly," Sam replied. "I'm a bit tired and ..."

"Well you know where the spare room is," Ewan offered him and glanced at the clock. "It's one in the morning, you don't want to be walking home at this time of night." Sam looked at the naked figures in front of him and nodded, tentatively leaving the room. Laura remained in the room for another few minutes before being goaded into going upstairs and "showing" Sam that he was not fat.

"What now?" Hayden asked and looked at Fiona pouring shots into five glasses. "Didn't you say something about some ... ahem ... naughtiness."

"Naughtiness?" 

"What he means is, is that it's been awhile," Greg told her. "And he thinks you are easy to get into bed."

"That is true. For a price." She licked her lips and glanced at Chloë and Ewan. "Are you staying?"

"I want to go to bed," Chloë told her boyfriend who hesitated. She whispered something in his ear, and he was clearly persuaded to join her as he showed Greg where the two airbeds and duvets were and left the room to join Chloë.

"And then there were three," Fiona teased and rubbed her hands, pouting at her boyfriend and his friend.

Greg coughed and straightened out the airbeds while Fiona removed the empty bottles from the room. She felt Hayden come up behind her and whisper in her ear. "I think Greg is a very lucky man." Fiona turned to face him and smiled at him.

"Why?"

"You're so sexy," he muttered and smiled. "Do you want me to leave you two alone?"

"No," Fiona cried and smiled. "I've not had a threesome for ages. Weeks even!" She laughed as Hayden's eyes widened and the naked girl kissed him on the neck. 

"But ... what about Greg?" Hayden hesitated as Fiona strode back into the lounge and Greg looked up.

"What about me?"

"Hayden doesn't want a threesome," Fiona teased and crossed her arms. "All that porn that you two buy and hide from your parents and ... well me too, although I don't know why. It's so often threesomes and now you two aren't interested."

"Fantasy and reality," Hayden replied. "And Greg and I still want to be friends tomorrow. There are lines that shouldn't be crossed." Fiona stretched her legs and groaned. "We can joke about me screwing you but it's a line. We know that."

"It's fine. We have an understanding, isn't that right, Gregory?" Her boyfriend hummed and Fiona glared at him.

"Yeah, sort of," he tentatively replied. "Well a bit. Fiona will play with other people and as long as she is honest and tells me then it's fine." He bit his lip and looked at the floor for a moment. "But she isn't going to fuck anyone when I'm not there."

"I like him loads, but we're not that serious," Fiona explained. She put her hand on Hayden's bare buttocks and squeezed gently. "So, you doing what I want you to do, isn't going to upset anyone," she told him and blew him a kiss. "I am not going to dump Greg or split up with him over some little fun and games, and I don't want you to think that it will cause trouble. Greg knew what I was like when he got involved with me."

Hayden looked for Greg's approval but he glanced away and bit his lip, running his hand through his hair. Fiona put her hands on Hayden's back and pressed her bosom up against him, sliding her smooth touch around his flanks and onto his muscular chest. She whispered in his ear and ran her hands through his mass of curls. He sighed as she pulled his body towards her and looked over his shoulder at her boyfriend watching them. "Love," she cried. "What do you want to do?"

"I know what you want to do," he snapped and then shook his head. She glanced at his erect cock and licked her lips.

"What do you want? Do you want to see me screw Hayden?" He hesitated and she ran her hands over his stiff member. "Or wank him off, or what?" Hayden touched Fiona on her bare mons and she gave an instinctive whimper in appreciation. "What are you two lovely men going to do to me?" She asked as Hayden found her clitoris. She parted her legs to allow him to have easier access and she began to pump his shaft. 

She sighed and groaned, staring into the gaze of Greg, mewing into the shoulder of his friend and kissing him on the neck. She watched Greg slowly move his hand to his cock and begin to spread pre-cum over the tip of his erect manhood. Fiona pushed Hayden's hand away from her and flicked her tongue seductively towards her boyfriend, openly masturbating in front of them.

She sidled up to him and was encouraged to kneel down, before getting on all-fours, and kissing the tip of his cock. He groaned as she sucked the glans and ran her tongue over his pee-hole. She looked at him with wide eyes as she disengaged from his cock. "You're wonderful," she said seductively and glanced behind her at Hayden watching Fiona lavish oral sex upon her boyfriend. 

She wiggled her rear towards Greg's friend as she returned to her boyfriend's erect cock, and sucked hard on the shaft, running her mouth up and down the smooth skin of Greg's phallus. She felt Hayden's fingers touch her between her legs and she sighed appreciatively, as she gently parted her knees to give the teenager better access to her genitals. 

Fingers gently probed her slit and Hayden traced her glistening crack from her hole, across her labia and poked at her engorged clitoris. She groaned onto the cock she was energetically kissing, and sighed as Hayden circled her clit with his thumb.

"Fuck her," Greg told him. "She wants you too." Fiona glanced up at him and she smiled at her. Fiona felt hands grip her waist and she reached underneath herself to guide Hayden's bare cock into her unguarded pussy. Hayden pulled back on her as he slid his cock into her soft opening and she groaned lustfully.

Hayden pulled on Fiona's body with every thrust of his rhythm, forcing her away from Greg before pushing her back towards him. Fiona's mouth bobbed up and down on his cock, and she used her tongue to massage her boyfriend's frenulum.

He whimpered and tensed his muscles; Fiona knew he was about to climax and she sucked on the tip of his cock. He groaned and clenched his fists, tensing his body before crying out in pleasure and squirting semen into the mouth of his girlfriend.

Fiona sucked his cock until he had finished and made a swallowing motion; her own climax was building and she swore appreciatively with every thrust Hayden made into her teenage pussy. She groaned and put her head on the floor by Greg's feet on her hands, and cried out as Hayden squealed and grunted. 

He sped up his rhythm and Fiona gave a long groan, encouraging him to "go faster." She squeezed his invading cock with her slippery cunt. He swore, called Fiona a "slut" and pushed his cock deep inside her. She felt his cock twitch and squirts of cum enter her. She looked behind her at his screwed up face and smiled to herself. "Get on your back," she told him as he savoured his post-orgasmic glow. "I got a treat for you." 

Hayden smiled and gently pushed away from the soaking wet Fiona, leaning back on the floor, and watching as Fiona swung her legs over him and pressed her crotch against his mouth. He struggled and swore but Fiona gripped his cock and squeezed. "Them the rules; you come, so do I," she said with a smirk and looked at Greg.

"Fucking. Get off me. That's disgusting, Fiona, fucking hell." 

"Just go down on her," Greg said with a smirk. "She won't be happy until you do. Get it over with."

"You fucking do it," he said into Fiona's crotch and she giggled.

"You made the mess, you clean it up!" She wriggled her crotch, feeling the smooth semen of Hayden slide down her and onto Hayden below. She felt him adjust and moan, but as she kissed Greg on the lips, the groaning lad underneath her gave up and slid his tongue up and down her slit. 

Fiona groaned appreciatively as he found her clitoris, and encircled it with his tongue. He sucked gently on her button as Greg openly touched her, still kissing the aroused girl.

She groaned, and squealed as Hayden tentatively went down on her. She looked up at the ceiling and bucked her hips, whimpering loudly. Her loins sparkled lustfully and she gripped Greg's hand. She looked at him and he blew her a kiss, watching as his best friend flicked her clit towards a spine-tingling climax.

She squealed and shuddered, crying out vociferously, holding her breath before panting fiercely. She swore and gave a satisfied groan, as Hayden's tongue flicked her sensitive region and she erupted into an orgasm.

"I can't believe you did that," Hayden thundered as Fiona moved her hips off the annoyed teenager.

"You knew the rules," she replied with a smirk and blew him a kiss. "Greg told you earlier." His scowl didn't disappear and she crossed her arms. "What? So you are supposed to come and me not. You know I'm a slut. And thank you."

"You're not a slut," Greg said immediately and wrapped his arms around his partner. "You're lovely," he told her and she giggled. 

"Come on, get cleaned up both of you and snuggle down on the airbed," she said with a smirk. "I am not sure I've finished with you yet!"

 * * * * *

"Good morning," Ewan cried as he entered the room, strewn with bodies. "I hope nobody has a hangover."

"Shut the fuck up," Fiona squealed and sat up in the airbed. Ewan passed her a cup of tea that she took gratefully and pulled the duvet closer to her. Her eyes focused on Chloë sitting opposite and gestured towards her. It took a further five minutes for all five teenagers to wake and Ewan provided them with a bowl of cereal and a cup of tea each, although the naked Fiona swapped her drink for a glass of water to "soak up the alcohol."

Their chatter was stopped when a fully dressed Sam and Laura appeared in the lounge and they nodded towards them. "We're going out to the café," Laura announced as they entered the room. "Do you want to join us?"

Fiona glanced towards Greg who stretched on the airbed. "I want to recover first," he moaned and Fiona sighed.