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Better Than.

By: jthserra



Better Than…

We stood thigh deep in the murky water casting into the morning sun. Johnny used a strawberry-sparkler, a bright red tout that sparkled in sunlight. I threw a neon greenie, with a white head and a monstrous red eye. Those weren't official names for the rubbery lures, that's just what we called them. We each had several others tucked in various pockets on our vests in case we lost the lure or decided to try a different color.

The sunlight sparkled off the small waves as we cast our touts toward the deeper water. A light wind came in from the water, so even our strongest casts would zip out a bit and then flutter into the water, far short of our expectations. Once the tout hit the water we'd begin to work it with a combination of short jerks and long slow retrievals, trying to mimic the motion of shrimp.

"You know," Johnny said, squinting in the sun, his silvery blond hair looking like a white popping cork floating in the waves, "I used to think sex was like fishing." His line whirred out of the reel as he grunted the last word.

"Fishing?" I asked, jerking my rod tip up and carefully cranking on the reel.

"Yeah, you know, we spruce ourselves up to get attention, just like the strawberry sparkler or the neon greenie, we jiggle ourselves out there, hoping for a nibble. Depending upon how bad we want it, we sometimes juggle a little harder, other times we just wiggle a bit, and of course a lot of the time we just need to throw in a jerk or two. If we work it just right well get a nibble, but of course, a nibble'll never do, but with a nibble, we just might get lucky."

"Well yeah," I said, thinking of my red face bobbing on the head of a green shrimp tail.  "Okay, I'll bite. What happens when you do hook one?"

"Well hell, once the chase is over and you landed her, the only thing you're interested in is getting unhooked and catching another."

"But if we're the tout, that makes the women…"

"The fish, exactly."

He was reeling me in now so I had to ask, "And just how are the women like fish."

"Well, they're sly, at least the smart ones are.  They know what we are up to so they just sashay around swinging their tail as they catch a glimpse of us. Curious, they'll sneek a peek, brushing past us in a swirl. If they like what they see, they saunter back pretending they're not interested, but they'll poke a bit at us just to see what we'll do." He paused, reeling his tout near the tip of his rod, removing it from the water and then cast it our in a long sweeping arc.

"And then?" I asked impatiently.

"Well then, if they like you, or if they are hungry enough, they'll swallow you whole. Of course, for us, that's when the fun starts. We reel them in as they take to thrashing and moving like you won't believe. Think about it, they'll spread them legs wide, they'll climb on top, get on their hands and knees as they take it in a lot of fun and interesting ways."

"And that's like a fish how?"

"Use your imagination here, you've seen it happen, the fish will dart around, dip down rolling in the weeds, zip under the boat and sometimes break out of the water and flip in the air. In the boat they are even worse, flipping and flopping about."

"Okay, yeah I see it a bit now."

"But, after you toss them on the ice and they cool down, they just stop moving."

"There're dead," I laughed.

"Well that, but even before that, it's like they give up and just lay there, no matter what you do."

"That doesn't happen if you fuck them right, they'll keep moving for you."

"Maybe, but it's nothing like when you first bring them in, it's just not the same."

"Okay, I think I see it some, but you said you used to think that. What do you think now?"

"These days I figure, at least fishing I got a chance at catching something," he replied with a wry grin. I could almost see clouds reflected in his blue eyes as a single tear dangled on an eyelash.  Suddenly his line went taut and his reel sang out.

"Ha, got one," he shouted as he jerked his rod tip up.. "Like I always said, this is way better than sex!"

I cast out toward the spot where his fish took the bait, hoping to get lucky. I knew all along he was full of shit, well that is until the last bit. "Yeah, like you always said." I felt the tug and quickly jerked my rod up. "Like you always said, it is better." 

Better Than A Dream



I was sound asleep in our bed lying next to you. When I awoke from my dream, my heart beating frantically, my body aching with desire. I have had erotic dreams before but this one was incredible, in this dream you were making love to me, on a breathtaking beach on the coast. Not only was it beautiful it was romantic and enchanting. 

As I lay there looking at you, I wanted nothing more than to have you right there and then. Slowly I pull the covers from you, exposing every curve of your body. I looked down at your chest, so strong. Then moving my eyes to your stomach and finally to your cock. My pulse raced even faster just the sight of you made me wetter. I took my hand and slowly ran my long fingernails gently over your chest, lightly touching your nipples, I tracing them with my finger tips. I watched as your body begins to react to my touch, your nipples growing harder. My hand slowly and softly moving down your chest, over your stomach, I can feel the soft hair gently going under my hand. Lightly I tickle your skin with my fingertips, moving my hand just above your groin and then down to your legs. Rubbing the inside of your thighs with my nails softly, my fingertips very gently touching your balls, I lean over and kiss your neck sucking it softly as my fingers slowly move up and down over your cock. The skin on your cock so soft, I trace it up and down the shaft, and over the head. You have the most gorgeous cock I have ever seen. 

I slowly move my tongue over your skin from your neck to your chest, tasting you, wanting to taste more. I lick slowly down your neck you your nipple kissing it tenderly, licking it as I take your cock in my hand. I slowly start rubbing the shaft softly in my hand, feeling it growing harder little by little. You stir briefly but do not wake up. I take your nipple in my hot wet mouth, sucking it gently, my hand holding your cock firmly between my long fingers I stroke it. Moving my hand up and down I rub the head of your cock in my palm massaging it. My tongue softly licking your nipple I slide it down your chest, giving you soft little kisses as I go. 

I move down and climb in between your legs. Your cock lying there your cock so close to my face, I take it back into my hand. Stroking it very moderately, bringing it to my lips, softly I kiss it. Gently licking the head of your cock all the way around in particular the little spot just under the head of your cock, my tongue teasing it, I feel your cock swelling. Opening my mouth just a bit more I take only the head of your cock into my hot wet mouth. I suck it gingerly, sliding your cock, inch by inch into my mouth. I feel it becoming harder in my mouth. You start to move a little but stop, I look up at you and you appear to still be unawake. I slowly slide your cock in and out of my wet hot mouth. Moving my head a little faster, loving the way your cock tastes, I moan ever so softly not wanting to wake you. Savoring each and every second your cock is in my mouth. 

With my other hand I start to rub my pussy lips. I take two fingers, my index and middle finger and insert them into my responsive pussy, rubbing my clit hard. Every inch of my body longing to have your cock inside of me. I take your cock out of my mouth, and hold it in my hand as I continue to embrace it. I then climb on top of you gently not wanting to wake you just yet. Taking your cock I bring it to my fiery sultry pussy, sliding it in ever so leisurely, taking every inch of it in, I feel it go so deep, I run my hands up and down your chest. I slowly begin to rock my hips. My pussy being filled with your enormously hard cock. I reach up and rub my tits in my hands. Cupping them firmly, I caress them, as I move my hips faster. 

I feel you move a little, and I look to your face to see if you're awake. You still seem to be asleep, so I continue to move my hips slowly. With each movement your cock sliding deeper into my hot soaked pussy, moaning quietly as I can, with the amount of passion I am feeling at this very moment. All of the sudden I feel your hips move rigorously, your cock going so much deeper into me. I cry out surprised a little and look down at you. You are looking up at me, smiling that incredible smile of yours as your hips move wildly. Your cock moving in and out of me so rapidly. 

I arch my back taking you even deeper into my sopping wet cunt, pinching and pulling my nipples gently. Your hands move to my waist holding it tight in your strong hands. Gripping it as you shove your hard cock deeper and faster in to my pussy as I start to cum hard, my juices running out of me onto you. I lie down on top of you kissing you passionately on the lips. Looking into your eyes, I smile at you. "Good morning baby," I say to you. Holding you in my arms, kissing you softly, passionately. 

After a brief time I lightly climb off of you. I move to go back to take that precious cock of yours into my mouth, but you stop me. You push me down onto the bed. Lying there on my back I looking up at you. Your body pressing hard against me you hold my arms above my head, your hands over my wrists you kiss me hard on my neck, sucking it. Sliding your tongue down over my skin you take my nipple sucking it powerfully into your warm mouth. My body wiggling with delight, moaning from you touch. Your tongue slithering down over my stomach towards my pussy my body trembles faintly. 

I spread my legs as you move down closer, anticipating your touch I bite my lower lip hard between my teeth, my thoughts of how badly I want to feel your tongue against my pussy on my clit. You take your hands separating my pussy lips, holding them open I feel your tongue glide over them. Moving in to my clit, I feel your tongue move quickly against it, fluttering over it fast. Moaning as your mouth plays with my clit. My hips writhing with pleasure. As you continue to eat away at my swollen clit, I feel you suck it into your steamy mouth. I feel your long fingers move into my pussy. You move them in and out so fast, I feel the juices running out of my soaking wet cunt, a puddle forming under my ass, on the bed. 

Then you remove your fingers and bring your tongue down to replace them. All of the sudden I feel your fingers as they move to my ass. Your fingers moving briskly up a down the crack of my ass, I feel your wet finger stop at my ass, rubbing it delicately in a very slow circular motion. Very slowly I feel you insert your finger inside of me as you suck on my clit in that hot mouth of yours. You finger moving faster in and out of my ass, exciting me so I moan as I feel myself starting to cum yet once again. My body swarming with passion, feeling such and explosion inside, I cum very hard. Juices from inside pouring out of me. I beg you "please baby please fuck me I need to feel you deep inside of me." You don't say a word but you look into my eyes, as you watch me cum for you. 

With that you raise my legs gently placing them on your shoulders you slide your cock against my pussy. My body aching to have you inside of me. I watch you as you tease and torment me with your huge cock so close and yet it seems like it isn't even close to where I want it, where I need it to be. In one moment it goes from so far away to right where it belongs as you ram it deep inside of me, and I cry out in ecstasy. Arching my hips and moving them to your rhythm, I feel your cock as it glides almost effortlessly to my spot that only you know how to find deep with in me and as it rubs against my g spot, I feel my body gush with such amazing force, and I am lost in the moment. 

To the point that time simple stands still and for a brief second there is no one else except you and me and we are one, and it is this time I feel you cum inside of me. I look up at you and watch your face loving it when you cum with me. After you cum you lie on top of me your cock still deep inside of me, and you kiss me so passionately, holding me in your arms. Both of us exhausted, we lie there together wrapped in each others arms. My fingers running softly through your hair, as we drift back to sleep. I think to myself something's are better then a dream.



Better Than a Dream



Readers: there may be some of you who notice this isn't the original version. I changed the characters a bit and cleaned up my writing a little, but I assure you, the story is in its heart the same. All the series with formerly Jason and Marea (now Mark and Lily) will also change to fit it. I just was dissatisfied with my writing style (author's constant process of trying to improve self). I also felt my characters needed to have a slightly different look and feel to them to them. Their personalities have completely evolved in my head to be different than I had planned so I've changed them very slightly in appearance to suit how I imagine them. Please enjoy. It's still the same couple; you'll see. 

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Mark woke up with a start and twitched so violently that it woke up his sleeping girlfriend. 

"Jesus fucking Christ, Mark!" Lily grumbled and rubbed her eyes as the unwelcome morning light pierced them cruelly. It was a Sunday morning, and she wanted to sleep in until at least noon. She had been up late the night before working on her term paper and had finally finished it at four in the morning.

"Sorry, honey," Mark offered as she rolled over and turned her back to him, "but I just had the weirdest dream ever."

Lily sighed and rolled her eyes, cranky at being woken up after only three hours of sleep. "What was it?" she questioned, uninterested, trying to humour him. Stretching and yawning, she was ready to fall back asleep again when Mark's arm snaked around her and pulled her into him, pressing up against her back and teasing her lower back with his morning wood. Lily snorted, "Huh. It must have been good, whatever it was."

Mark pinched her nipple and cupped one of her large breasts into his hand, ignoring the comment. "Well, it was really weird. I was lying on a beach, alone, and then this really, really beautiful girl walked out of the water, and decided she liked the looks of me." Lily tensed at this. She was extremely self-conscious, and always worried about how she compared to other women, even those in her boyfriend's fantasies. She knew it was silly, and she knew he couldn't help what he dreamed, but she always begrudged any supermodel he thought up to please him. Knowing she was being overly sensitive, she tried to feign interest and mask her jealousy.

"Oh really?" she remarked, still trying to sound objective as she began to squirm under Mark's hand that was now kneading her other breast softly. 

"Yeah. It was crazy. It made no sense at first because she had webbed feet," he went on nonchalantly, now rubbing his very erect cock along Lily's buttocks, making her wriggle her ass into him and press up firmly. "And it was totally weird, because when I asked her about it, she just said that she was a mermaid like it was the most obvious answer."

She snorted. Wanting to be a mermaid when she was six (just like every other girl in her class that watched a certain Disney movie) had never worn off. Mermaids were graceful and beautiful and lithe and made nice silhouettes in the water as they went about their mermaid business. "As in, not me," she thought and huffed aloud, now extremely irritated at this fantasy woman that her boyfriend had dreamt up. Mark sensed her mood. Being slightly mischievous, he decided to play with her a little. "But when she came out of the water, she was gorgeous. She was blonde, and petite, and perfectly tanned, and everything. But the weird thing was she didn't have a tail, just webbed hands and feet. And the tightest pussy ever." 

The image he was describing was the exact opposite of her: a red-haired, rather built, and definitely not tanned and petite woman. Lily was near fuming now. She was annoyed that Mark had woke her up, annoyed that she was so tired, and annoyed that another female had invaded her territory. She squirmed up against Mark, more annoyed than reacting to his hand that was now sliding down her stomach and over the swell of her hips to squeeze her buttocks. She knew what she was feeling made no sense: dreams are the realm of the unknown and uncontrollable, but she couldn't help but feel a little hurt somewhere in her chest. Trying to hide it, she muttered "Oh? That's nice." 

"But the craziest thing was how good she gave head. Oh my God, it was go good. She had the most amazing mouth and almost made me cum before she straddled me." He grinned as he monitored Lily's body language: a mix of envy, anger, and arousal from his touch. "And then after she rode on top of me for a little bit (which was hot because she had the most gorgeous, big, firm tits ever) she decided she wanted to suck my cock again. She did it so fucking good she made me cum. Isn't that crazy? A mermaid sucked my cock!"

Lily was almost seething. Mark could be a little difficult to bring to climax sometimes, because he was far too impatient to let her just keep her mouth on him. However, Lily truly enjoyed giving her beloved pleasure, and loved to give him head. She was very content to suck on his swollen erection for ages, and had at least once or twice given him head for over a straight half hour. Mark just was sometimes a tough nut to crack, and although he had no problem climaxing while buried to the hilt between her legs, he always seemed to have an issue with doing so in her mouth. Sometimes Lily saw this as inadequacy in her skill, rather than a preference on Mark's part, and it upset her. She didn't know how to read Mark's somewhat unresponsive behaviour, and so had a hard time with this mermaid-porn-star-lookalike-woman doing what she could not.

Mark's fingers were now roaming over her shaved mound, and easing along her slit, trying to coax her legs open to allow him access, but Lily would have none of it. She was annoyed, hurt, and uneasy. Was this what Mark saw in his dreams, what he desired: something she was not? She pulled away from him slightly, her reasonable mind telling her she was silly battling with her frail ego and hurt feelings. Mark worried if he had overdone it. He stroked her cheek and felt wetness and his stomach turned slightly when he realised he had gone too far. He kissed her shoulder, and gently murmured to her, apologetically, "Lil...?"

She tensed up, and thought quickly for a moment. She reached behind her and wrapped her hand around Mark's semi-hard cock, squeezing it slightly and in a flash had her head ducked under the covers and her lips wrapped around him. 

Mark groaned loudly and peeled the sheets away to reveal his girlfriend's firey mane all tousled around her and hiding her from view as she began to slowly bob her head up and down. He gently pulled her hair back and held it, pushing up on her chin with his hand and looking down at her guiltily. "Lily... I'm sorry, love, you don't have to --" his words were cut short by a gasp as she swallowed his cock in entirety, her tight throat gripping him. He groaned and petted her wet cheek as he felt her body convulse in a gag, knitting his brows in concern. "Be careful, Lil... don't push yours— oh...ohhh..." his concern was slowly giving way to ecstasy as she increased the suction, pulling him almost all of the way out and then taking all of him in again. He felt her body lurch once more, and pushed upward gently on her chin, encouraging her to ease up a little.

Tears of mixed emotions were falling down Lily's cheeks as she pushed her head down on her boyfriend's large cock one more time. Her stomach turned as the reflex began to perform its natural duty, and she finally eased up. She was no less determined however, as her tongue came into action, swirling around the sensitive head of his cock and running up and down along the underside of it. A small part of her was becoming turned on, but most of her heart just wanted to bring herself up to par with this vision Mark had dreamed. She knew she was being unreasonably possessive, but all she could think about as she bobbed her head faster up and down his shaft was, "Mine."

Mark gave up trying to stop Lily, and wrapped his fingers in her hair. Something was driving her, and he felt like he was being tortured with the extreme pleasure. He was already turned on from his dream, and he was feeling his blood beginning to boil. When his girlfriend paused to slow down a little, he quickly took the opportunity to sit up slightly against the headboard, allowing him to watch her go down on his cock. No matter what Lily thought about herself, he knew she was beautiful, and seeing her full lips wrapped around his cock was such a turn-on. Her face was flawless, and her dark, thick eyelashes rested against her cheek as she kept them looking downward. 

Lily's mood was slowly progressing from hurt to almost vengeful. She was, in a way, determined to stake her claim and teach this other woman who Mark truly belonged to. She positioned herself between Mark's legs, sucking on and flicking her tongue against the swollen head of his cock. She ran her fingers along his inner thighs, rubbing the skin sensually. Mark squirmed underneath her and pulled her hair up out of her way again as a few stray bright curls made their way down to frame her face. Soft hands slid down to cup and massage his balls gently while her tongue and mouth began a rhythm; she sucked hard as her head went down, and her tongue snaked around his shaft and danced around the ridge of his head as she brought it back up. Mark's pleasure began to vocalise, as the wonderful warm wetness kept pulling at him and squeezing him skilfully. Watching her with barely open lids, he purred quietly, "Oh... oh yes, hon... just like that..."

Encouraged, Lily began to visibly relax and truly enjoy the feel of a cock in her mouth as she always did. Her harsh feelings slowly waned as she began to move her head side to side, twisting her mouth slightly around the hard shaft, letting her tongue reach areas on the front and sides of the firm length. She looked up at him, and almost paused at the arousing sight. Mark's head was thrown back, his dark wavy hair in a tousled bedhead, and his eyes were closed. His mouth was slightly open, gasping and panting with pleasure between moans. One hand twisted into her hair tighter, and the other was gripping the pillow that supported his back, wringing the pillowcase into knots. She purred around his cock and Mark groaned sharply, snapping his head back up to look at her. Lily felt a flood of wetness between her legs as she saw the raw desire in the blue eyes looking down at her. They almost pierced her, looking at her hungrily, and she almost choked around him when he bit at and licked his lips. His cheeks were slightly flushed with arousal and he began to squirm as she slowed down, losing her concentration. 

"No, Lily... please don't... don't stop... keep going... please, ohh..." Mark was so lost in pleasure he didn't realise he was beginning to beg. He just wanted the hot mouth around him again, the soft tongue lapping at him, and the delicious suction to return. He looked at the deep brown eyes staring up at him with lust burning inside them, and felt his balls begin to tingle familiarly. He squirmed and let out what Lily could have sworn was a whimper when she quickly let go of his erection and wrapped her fingers around it. Before he could complain, he was moaning once again as her mouth began to suck and lap at his sensitive testicles. He groaned urgently as she began to move her fist up and down, jerking his hard shaft as she lapped at him and sucked each of his balls into her mouth. 

Lily's other hand was grazing along his inner thighs and petting him softly as she licked his full scrotum all over. Mark's panting was slowly becoming more and more urgent, and he frantically began to pull at her head with the hand entwined in her hair. Lily cried out in surprise as he almost roughly pulled her mouth back up to his shaft as he emitted a soft groaning noise. She shot a glare up at him and was about to chastise him for pulling, but was taken aback by the longing and pleading she saw in his eyes. She worked a hand up to his and pried at his fingers, loosening his grip and easing the pain. He definitely whimpered this time as she licked all the way up his shaft and wrapped her mouth around him once again. One hand began to caress and massage his balls again, and the other began to work below her mouth, sliding down and up with her, ensuring no part of his shaft was left untouched.

Mark moaned and his head lolled back as he fought the urge to buck into Lily's mouth. She would surely gag if he tried, yet his hips were burning with the instinct to move. He wanted to thrust into the delicious-feeling warm wetness, and wanted to bury his cock as far as it would go. He used every ounce of self-control he had to resist, and his toes curled as she began to move her head faster. She was moving her head at a steady pace as fast as she could, sliding down as far as she dared go, sucking, and sliding up while bathing his shaft with her tongue. She made an encouraging, almost cooing noise at him, causing his balls to churn and his legs to quiver. She wanted him to release his load into her mouth. She wanted his seed down her throat and she wanted him to know that. She looked up at him, and forced his gaze upon her by giving his balls a firm squeeze. She gave him an almost expecting, questioning glance, and he raised his eyebrows back at her. She let out another purr, and Mark understood the familiar lovers' language. He moaned at her and released the pillow to pet her cheek, smiling and biting his lip at the arousing sight of her lips engulfing him. She sucked harder and almost frantically began to bob her head, trying to drive him over the edge. Mark whimpered once more and his back began to arch; his throbbing erection was now aching and he wanted release. 

Mark closed his eyes briefly and focused on the extreme pleasure of her mouth and the hot, wet pressure around his hard cock. The tip of Lily's tongue lapping against the most sensitive part of the head was causing his hips to buck slightly up and down, and his breathing became ragged. He gasped out a warning, "Lily... I'm gonna... oh... I'm close... I'm gonna cum..." He looked down at her quickly, making sure she understood.

Lily looked up at him and stared right into his eyes and sucked harder. Looking at him hungrily with a hint of a smile in her eyes, she purred a soft noise that was music to Mark's ears. 

"Mmmhmm..."

Mark gasped as she took him as deep as she could and his whole body tensed as his balls unloaded. He cried out in ecstasy as Lily kept her lips firmly planted around him and swallowed all she could. He shivered as her tongue kept lapping at him and coaxing out more cum from his cock and kept bucking his hips as wave after wave of hot fluid shot down Lily's throat. As the last bit dribbled out, Mark let out a cry of surprise and squirmed as he felt her mouth begin to move up and down once again, sucking and lathing her tongue along his hypersensitive cock and ensuring she did not leave a drop behind. She smiled around him mischievously as she felt him slam his hand down on the mattress in pleasurable agony, squirming and writhing under her.

Mark growled and pushed at her head frantically, beginning to beg again. "Enough, love... no... no more... aaah..." When she finally let go, he let out a huge sigh of relief and slumped down to lie on his back. He was spent; he had emptied his balls, and was exhausted. He shot a weary glance at Lily, who licked up a little bit of cum that had dribbled out of the corner of her mouth. He petted her cheek lovingly, smiling at her and beginning to pull her close. "Mmm... thank you, love..."

To his surprise, she pushed him away and rolled over, turning her back to him. She muttered grumpily, "Hmmph. Your mermaid still so fucking great now?"

He laughed and cuddled up next to her, her legs parting easily for him this time, granting access to his fingers. "Nah," he nipped at her earlobe as his fingertips began to rub against her swollen clit, making her shiver and writhe against him. "I lied. She was the spitting image of you."

Arching her back as his fingers slipped inside her, Lily purred triumphantly.



Better Than a Gold Star



Jillian was thrilled, thrilled, THRILLED that she'd pulled her grades up and was now getting B+'s, A's and even an A+ on her most recent English essay. She'd worked hard, given up dating and partying – which for an eighteen-year old girl was torture – to achieve these great marks.

She pushed back a stray lock of corn silk blonde hair from her face and looked down at her most recent essay, a dissertation on "Hamlet" and the many film versions. She'd had to sit through the many versions of the dreary play on celluloid, although she did have to admit, Mel Gibson was kinda dreamy in his portrayal.

Grades were very important to Jillian's status-conscious parents, who wanted their baby girl to get into the most prestigious University she could. Jillian herself didn't care, she only wanted to paint and express her artistic side. Art was the only subject she didn't have to work at, it came naturally to her, painting, sketching, cartooning, all of it came from her soul.

Jillian noticed the little note at the bottom of her paper that read, in bold red letters: "Jillian, for your hard work this past term, you've earned a Special Reward. Come see me at the end of class. -- Mrs. Matthis"

Amanda Matthis was one of the most popular teachers in school. Both students and faculty alike admired the pretty redhead. Students liked her because her classes were fun, challenging and – well, Jillian figured the boys liked her because the tall redhead was very easy on the eye. She favored short skirts and high heels, wore her way locks long and tossed, and her smile could light up a room. Even some of the girls had little crushes on her.

The faculty admired her because she had been the first teacher to motivate some of the jocks into getting good grades. Some D-student Football players were now up to B's and it was all due to her efforts. Jillian figured that some of the faculty members had also noticed Mrs. Matthis' sexy figure as well.

Mrs. Matthis smiled at the pretty blonde as she approached her desk. "You wanted to see me, Mrs. Matthis?"

Amanda smiled at the pretty teen, who looked adorable in a white cashmere sweater and too-tight black jeans. "Yes, dear. I wanted to let you know how pleased I was to see your grades improving. You seem to have made a major jump forward and I know it mustn't have been easy for you."

Amanda smiled at the pretty teacher. Amanda Matthis was likely around 40, yet barely looked 30. She was dressed today in a light mauve blouse and a black short skirt, with light mauve stockings. She was wearing her hair back and had her glasses on, instead of her contacts, but if one looked in her greenish-blue eyes, you could still see the true beauty of the woman. She was a few inches taller than Jillian's own 5'8" and her figure was more slender than Jillian's own lush form.

Jillian said to her lovely teacher "No, it wasn't. I had to give up dating, parties and everything. I know good grades are important, although my Art Classes always helped bring my grades up."

Amanda brightened. "I've seen some of your work, you're very talented. Have you ever done a Portrait?"

Shaking her head, Jillian said "No, not yet. I haven't been able to find a model."

Amanda clapped her hands with glee. "This is wonderful. I was trying to think of a way to reward you for doing so well. Tell me, would you like to paint ME?"

Jillian sputtered a bit and Amanda said "Oh, I'm sorry dear, I didn't mean to embarrass you."

Jillian regained her composure and said "Oh no, you didn't. It's a lovely offer and I think you'd make a terrific model. You're so lovely..." She felt herself blushing.

"What a lovely compliment, thank you dear. So you would like to paint me?"

Jillian nodded. "Yes, it would be a great chance to practice for my submission to Art School next year. When could we start?"

Amanda Matthis smiled broadly at her pretty young student. "No time like the present. Why don't you come to my home ... " she wrote down her address "... around 7 tonight and we'll get started. Sound good?"

Jillian left her teacher's office and caught up with her best friend, Dina. She told the pretty brunette all about her teacher's offer and Dina giggled.

"Haven't you heard the rumor about her `rewards', Jilly?" she said with a tiny giggle.

"No, not a word!" Jillian said, punching her friend on the arm. "C'mon Dina, let me in on it!"

Dina shook her long, curly brown hair and said "Nope. It could just be a rumor. You'll find out tonight."

Amanda lived in a nice, older section of town, with plenty of big old trees, nice front yards and manicured hedges. The pretty girl felt a bit apprehensive as she rang the front doorbell, art supplies under her arm.

A man opened the door, husky, but rugged looking, with a Salt & Pepper beard and warm, inviting smile. "You must be Jillian, I'm Bryce, Amanda's husband. Please, come in and I'll go get Amanda."

Amanda came down the stairs a few minutes later, her slender body clad in a burgundy robe. "Jillian dearest, how lovely to see you. And you're so punctual. Did Bryce offer you something to drink?"

"No, but I'd love something. What do you have?"

Once again, Amanda displayed a row of dazzling white teeth. "Would you like a chilled glass of Chardonnay? I promise not to tell!"

Jillian told Amanda "That would be lovely." Amanda added "We know how to keep a secret in this house, don't we Bryce?"

Bryce came back from the kitchen with 2 glasses and excused himself. That left the two women in the living room, chatting.

"This is very kind of you, posing for me." Jillian said, brushing away that stubborn blonde curl again. "I really appreciate it."

"I like to reward good students for hard work, dear" Amanda said, voice dropping to a sultry purr. "You may have heard that about me."

Jillian gave a wan smile, unsure of what to say. "Umm --- yes, there are rumors going around."

Amanda put down her wine and leaned forward, taking Jillian's soft hand in her own. "They're true dear. All true."

Jillian didn't know what to make of this, but Amanda went on. "Dearest Jillian, the world runs on sex. Most rewards boil down to sex, of one form or another. If my students do well in their schoolwork , I offer them – sexual pleasures. The rumored rewards." Jillian was scared, yet fascinated.

Amanda continued. "I love attractive young people. So does Bryce. We have our little `circle' of friends we invite here and only the best and brightest are welcome. If you are interested, you can be one of them. Or you can just stay here and paint me. Or, there are other things I can offer you."

Jillian's own curiosity was piqued. "Like what, Mrs. Matthis?"

"Got her!" Amanda smiled inwardly. "Well, if you have a boyfriend – or even a girlfriend – you can bring them here to avoid prying eyes. As I just told you, Bryce and I are very sexual people."

Jillian found herself intrigued. She had sacrificed so much to achieve grades, including her budding sex life. Now, a sex life of amazing proportions lay before her, all she had to do was reach out and take it.

"What do I have to do? This sounds wonderful Mrs ...."

Amanda held up her hand. "The first thing you have to do Jillian, is stop calling me Mrs. Matthis. It's Amanda."

She leaned in and kissed Jillian softly on the lips. "Or lover."

Jillian didn't fight the kiss, not even for a second. She let herself be drawn into Amanda's decadent world, she was going to be a true devotee. Little whimpers escaped her throat as Amanda's kiss deepened, tongue probing between her lips. When Amanda pulled away, Jillian knew she didn't want her to.

Amanda smiled sexily at her new little playmate. "Do you have a bra under that sexy cashmere sweater darlin'?" she said, a faint Southern twang coming through.

"No" was Jillian's quiet reply.

"Naughty girl." Amanda stood up and let her robe fall open. Amanda was standing there in a Teal-colored bustier and G-string, white stockings and stilettos to match. She was stunning, Jillian felt a flush of desire creep over her body. She had never thought sexually about another woman before, now that was all she could think of, how much she wanted to be in Amanda's embrace.

Amanda extended her hand and took Jillian's in her own. "We're going upstairs darlin'" she told Jillian. "I'm going to give you a night you'll never forget."

Jillian believed that whole-heartedly. They walked up the stairs and the young blonde couldn't take her eyes off of Amanda. Her beautiful teacher exuded sex from every pore, but she carried herself with style and grace, confident in her own skin. She thought the light dusting of freckles across Amanda's body, including the rounded buttocks, was very sexy. 

She followed Amanda into the Master Bedroom, saw an Easel set up in the corner. "In case you wanted to paint after all " Amanda told Jillian. "You'll have to do a bit of painting, to keep up the cover story." Jillian nodded in agreement as Amanda stretched out on her bed, burgundy sheets underneath her. She was so intoxicating in her beauty, Jillian could barely breathe.

The bedroom was beautiful, dimly lit, as if furnished for seduction. The bed was large and inviting, pillows everywhere. There was a soft breeze blowing in through the window and Jillian could smell the scent of the flowers in Amanda's garden. It was going to be a lovely, magical night, Jillian sensed.

"Come, sit by me" Amanda said and Jillian walked almost robotically to the side of the bed. She sat on the edge and Amanda sat up and drew the blonde teenager into her arms. The kiss this time was not gentle, it was fierce, demanding, she wanted all of Jillian's passion. As they kissed, Jillian could feel Amanda's arms fumbling to remove her cashmere sweater, clumsy in the desperation to make the pretty teen naked. Jillian raised her arms and let the sweater slide off.

Her soft, round, full breasts spilled out, bouncing slightly on her chest. Amanda's slim, manicured hands reached out for them, she said "May I?" and Jillian nodded as her lover took them in her hands. She ran her hands gently over them, under them, around them, taking in the full measure of the beauty of Jillian's breasts before kissing one pink nipple, then the other. "Ooohhhh" was the sound that loosed from Jillian's soft lips, no one had ever pleasured her titties this way, Amanda's touch was so delicate, so light, so sensual.

Amanda pulled herself away from Jillian, gently breaking the kiss. "Oh, little darlin', you are a delight!" she smiled. "Would you like me to undress now?" Jillian shook her head "No."

"Why not?" Amanda wanted to know.

Jillian smiled. "That outfit is very sexy. I'm flattered that you wore it for me. I'd like to make love to my first woman while she's looking all soft and feminine, as you do. But you could lose the panties!" Jillian giggled.

Amanda smiled softly at her young playmate and heeded her request, sliding them down her long, silk-clad legs. Jillian reached out and ran her hands down Amanda's legs, from her thighs to her ankles. "The guys all love your legs!" she exclaimed. "Now I know why."

"Oh, do you?" Amanda sighed as she leaned back on the bed. "Well, one of us should be naked, don't you think?"

Jillian giggled and slipped away from the bed, squirming out of her tight black jeans. Her body came into view and Amanda thought she was scrumptious, cuddly and adorable. All the girl had on now was a black thong and her socks and shoes, which she removed. Jillian crawled back into the bed and cuddled beside Amanda. She was trembling a bit, Amanda thought that was so endearing. She pulled Jillian close to her and pressed her lips to the girl's in the gentlest of kisses. "Have you ever made love – to a woman or a man?" she asked the sweet teen.

Jillian nodded shyly, blushing a bit as she felt Amanda's soft hands running over her arms. "I had sex a few times with Russ, the captain of the basketball team."

Amanda smiled. Jillian wasn't the only one. Russ had benefited greatly from her "tutorials' – in bed and out. No need to tell her little friend about that just yet, though.

She pulled the girl on top of her, Jillian's naked, cuddly body felt so soft against her own. She could feel the girl's soft pussy rubbing against her own fiery patch and she saw Jillian lower her head towards her breasts as she pulled the top of the bustier aside. Her nipple exposed to her new young lover, Amanda shuddered as the girl's tongue licked her flesh for the first time.

Jillian felt a naughty tingle throughout her entire being. Having sex was always fun, but the kink of having sex with another girl – correction, woman – was extra-fun. She plucked at the pretty nipples on the redhead's breasts, there were also smatterings of freckles on her chest as well, which Jillian thought extremely sexy. 

The murmurs of approval escaping Amanda's lips let Jillian know she was pleasing her new lover. She swirled her tongue around the soft peg while her hands caressed Amanda's body, still sexy in the fancy lingerie. The sheets were going askew as the unfolding passion of the two women caused them to move all over the bed.

Instinctively, Jillian's fingers found Amanda's soft pussy and began rubbing it, much as she had self-pleasured herself. She fingered the tight cunt while licking her lover-teacher, louder moans encouraging Jillian's boldness.

Jillian was going crazy with passion, this was certainly more fun than getting an "A" on a test. She loved the feeling of the soft flesh under her tongue and fingers and continued her erotic ministrations. It became important to her that she pleasure Amanda and a thought came to her.

"Do you have a dildo or a vibrator? I could use that on you."

Amanda shook her head. "I do, but I don't like to use them often during girl-play. You're doing fine darlin', you've got the softest little tongue."

Jillian leaned forward and kissed her sweet lover. "Thank you. I think I'll do a little exploring."

Jillian moved her face from Amanda's breasts and ran her hands down the sides of Amanda's body, loving the feeling of the satiny bustier under her hands and how Amanda's body shook with passion underneath her. She saw that Amanda's red-thatched pussy was glistening and she knew that it was time to do what was expected of her. Without hesitation, she leaned down and tasted her first pussy.

It was wonderful, a sweet taste that flowed copiously onto her tongue as she licked the adorable pussy before her. She was tender at first, but with every lick, she licked harder and harder, which made Amanda cry out in passion. She found herself really getting into the wild sex of eating a pussy and ate Amanda's cunt with relish, wanting to taste all she could.

"Jillian, dearest?" she could hear Amanda say.

"Mmm?"

"I'd like to taste you too, darlin'. I want to do you at the same time you're doing me, do you know what that's called?"

Jillian shook her head, Amanda found the girl's naivety charming. "It is called `69' darlin', and I can't wait for you to try it. Swing your body around until your sweet little muff is on my face and you are facing mine. You'll love it, promise."

Jillian didn't hesitate for a second, everything that had happened so far had delighted her. She moved into the desired position and felt Amanda's tongue flat against her wet pussy, then slithering inside of her. It felt so good, so sinfully delicious, to have this sexy older woman loving her up. She wanted more!

She'd eaten many, many pussies in her sexually active years, but Amanda felt that Jillian was one of the sweetest she'd ever tasted. She used all her pussy-eating techniques, flattening her tongue and licking along the folds, then rolling it across, then stabbing into the girl's wetness. The nubile girl was chirping with delight as Amanda worked her over and she tongued Amanda in turn.

She inserted her own slender digits into the girl's pussy, as she had told Jillian, sex toys during girl-on-girl sex were not her preference. She loved the kinky fun of lesbian sex, fingers, tongues and getting nasty, but toys were something to be used on occasion, for novelty.

Jillian didn't have much in the way of skill yet, but her unbridled enthusiasm for the task of satisfying Amanda led the pretty teacher to orgasm from the girl's licking tongue. She heard Jillian's high-pitched scream and knew the blonde teenager had done the same. She pulled the girl down harder on her face and attacked her sweet blonde muff again, hearing Jillian howl with delight and squirm all over her face.

Amanda's hands ran up and down Jillian's naked legs as her new lover caressed her own stocking-clad legs. "I can see why men go nuts for lingerie!" she murmured to Amanda, between licks at the delectable pussy.

"You don't have any of your own?" Amanda said, working her tongue deep into the girl's cunt. Jillian shook her head and Amanda replied "We'll have to fix that."

Their bodies moved as one, rubbing against each other's, the curvy and cuddly blonde against the silky, lean redhead. Both women were gasping for air, cumming over and over again, but not wanting to stop. 

Yet, stop they did. Then Jillian heard a voice from the door. "I thought by now you might want some more wine."

It was Bryce, Amanda's husband, standing there in a brown velour robe and carrying a tray. Jillian drew the sheets around her, slightly mortified, until Amanda giggled.

"Baby, you haven't got anything he hasn't seen before, although yours is cuter than most. Thanks darlin', I know I could use another drink. How about you Jillian?"

Jillian realized Amanda was right, she was being silly. Bryce had to know what was going on, they weren't exactly quiet about it. She took the glass of wine from him and drank while Amanda and Bryce chatted beside her. Amanda said something she didn't quite catch.

"I'm sorry Amanda, I didn't catch what you said."

"Jillian darlin', my naughty husband would like to know if you'd like him to fuck you."

Jillian felt a warm glow suffuse her entire body. She hadn't even considered all the naughty things that had occurred tonight, or the future ramifications. But as she looked at Amanda's husky mate, she realized that she wanted a hard cock too. She nodded and Bryce smiled warmly.

He got off the bed and dropped his robe to the floor. Jillian's eyes went wide with amazement. His body was stocky, but without any flab, and wide. Bryce's cock, his huge cock, must have been 10 inches long and at least – oh, Jillian had no idea how thick he was, but she doubted it would fit inside her tiny little pussy.

As if sensing her fears, Amanda reached across and caressed Jillian's naked body. "Don't worry darlin', pussies stretch. My man will be able to give you the fucking of a lifetime and I'll be here, doin' my part."

Amanda's reassurance allayed some of Jillian's fears as she felt the weight of Bryce joining them on the bed. His strong hands reached out for her and drew her into a strong kiss as Amanda caressed her breasts from behind. Jillian felt lost in a wonderland of lusts, Bryce's strong hands rubbing her front, squeezing her tits while Amanda raked her manicured nails along Jillian's smooth back. She loved pleasure, all of her senses were attuned to this amazing moment.

The handsome couple lay her on the bed and she saw Bryce straddle her face as Amanda went between her legs. She felt Amanda's tongue dip into her pussy again as she saw Bryce's huge member come towards her mouth. She had licked a few cocks before, but as Bryce's shaft forced her lips apart, she felt like a wanton, depraved slut. She took as much of his thick rod as possible as his depraved bride tasted of her heated flesh.

Enjoying the cock in her mouth, she was still feeling some trepidation about having it in her cunt, but her desire won out over her fear. Her body was alive with lust, she couldn't wait to feel this monster fucking the hell out of her.




Better Than a Gold Star



"It's time darlins" Amanda purred as she moved away from the pair beside her. "Bryce baby, show her how you make me squeal. Give her that big old cock of yours and make the little bitch buck!"

Bryce did as his wife requested, moving down between the teenager's sexy legs, spread wide and welcoming. With a satisfied smile, he slid his cock into Jillian slowly, not wanting to hurt the pretty girl. She grunted as inch after inch moved into her pussy, but she was taking it, she was taking all of it, and loving it.

"FUCK ME!" she yelled out to her hard-dicked lover. "FUCK ME – HARD – and don't stop until I tell you to."

Pleased by the transformation of the sexy blonde teen, Amanda moved on top of her and lowered her pussy to Jillian's face. There was no hesitation on Jillian's part this time, she ate the redhead's pussy eagerly, loving it as her husband's massive cock pumped in and out of her. Bryce was a savage, taking his pleasure with her nubile young body as his wife was pleasured by her. This cute piece of tail was the cutest little thing they'd had in bed in a long time, she was just wild with fucklust. His wife, still in the sexy lingerie, was more lost in the throes of passion than he had ever seen her.

The sense of "right or wrong" was lost on Jillian. She only cared about being fucked, cumming, giving in to the new sensations that were overtaking her body. She sucked at her teacher's horny cunt as her husband fucked her mercilessly, drilling her full of big, hard cock. The squelching sound their flesh made as they fucked made her hornier, she had lost all reason, she was just a place for Bryce to put his cock, she was just a device made for pleasing Amanda.

Amanda was glad that Jillian had accepted her offer for kinky pleasures, she thought of delights yet to cum, sharing Jillian with some of the cheerleaders, or watching Bryce fuck the sweet teenager while Amanda sucked the cock of Russ, Jillian's one-time lover.

She wanted to bring Jillian to her home more often, to educate her in the ways of the flesh. As Bryce fucked deeper into Jillian's tight, wet, blonde cunt, Amanda felt her own lusts increasing. She'd never seen her husband so into a threeway, there was something in Jillian's nature that appealed to them both. The combination of the girl's innocent-looking face and her wanton nature was such a turn-on.

She could see the combination of pain and delight on the girl's sweet face and ached to kiss her, but there was no way Amanda was moving her wet pussy from Jillian's eager tongue. It was like the three of them were one gigantic fucking machine, all of them integral to keeping the heat going.

His hips arching and thrusting, Bryce drove his big club into the tight confines of Jillian's soft pussy. Little mewls of pleasure were coming from her lips, even as she ate deeply of Amanda's cunt. Her eyes were closed tight, he was sure there was some degree of pain involved, but it only seemed to turn her on more. She was a little spitfire, Jillian was, perhaps the first one who could challenge his wife's own natural sexuality.

Jillian was aching slightly from Bryce's brutal fucking of her tender young pussy, yet she knew deep down, she'd be back for more of this. She craved it, craved having these kinky people teaching her things, bringing out her hitherto-unknown kinkiness. She couldn't wait until next time, perhaps she'd go out and buy something sexy and surprise both of her lovers next time she came over?

Jillian could feel Amanda's body shudder abover her and she tasted a flood of juices on her tongue. Amanda moved away from her licking tongue, Jillian knew she'd made her lover cum, which pleased her. She could see Amanda at her side now, fiery and wild, sucking at her nipples and massaging her breasts and belly as her husband pounded her, over and over.

Bryce was wild now, it was taking all his strength and determination not to cum as he impaled the pretty teen on his thick cock. She had proven herself wrong, she'd taken all of it and seemed to be loving it as well. The little whimpers of pain were turning into moans of ecstasy and she was begging him "More Bryce, more cock, ohhh, such good cock fucking my pussy, give me more!"

Her cries of passion drove Bryce over the edge. Amanda knew the look on her spouse's face and said "Pull out baby!", which Bryce did. She pulled Jillian over to her and as Bryce came, both girls accepted his sticky jizm on their hot tongues.

The two women licked and cleaned his big cock clean, then cleaned each other's faces, giggling and loving. Amanda got up from the bed and brought back washcloths, cleaning the three of them up.

Jillian didn't get dressed right away, she went downstairs with the couple, getting out her charcoal, she decided to sketch Amanda in the bustier and sexy lingerie. She found it hard to concentrate, remembering all the fun they'd had and how sexy Amanda looked in the outfit, but she controlled herself.

It was nearing midnight when she called it a night, Amanda and Bryce were very pleased with the preliminary sketches. Amanda giggled, so Jillian asked her "What's so funny, Amanda?"

Amanda responded "Just think how much fun you're going to have doin' the painting darlin', if you had that much fun doing the sketching." 



Better Than a Hairbrush



I was twenty two and living life in its prime. I'd worked a 75 day shift on a ship recently and, for the first time ever, had a decent chunk of change in my bank account. The day after I got off the ship, I'd decided that I wanted to take a personal vacation of sorts up by a particular lake in Texas. It didn't take long before I'd secured a small cottage by the lake. Not two days after moving in, I purchased a 20' sailboat from a local, hoping to enjoy the spring and early summer weather. As a plus, a girl I'd had an on-again/off-again friendship/relationship spent her weekends and breaks with her parents not four miles away from my cottage.

Presently, I was sailing my boat across the vacant lake. It was a gorgeous day on the water. My boat was handling well and I was enjoying the time alone. This lake was relatively quiet compared to some of the others in the region. The only other boat was a sportsfisherman some two miles away from my current location. Other than that, it was all quiet. Only the gentle lapping of water on the hull and the occasional groan from the rigging gave any audible note to the world.

Then my cell phone rang. I groaned and retrieved the offending device from a waterproof box lying on a settee.

"Hello?" I answered reluctantly.

"I can see you!" a female voice yelled happily from the phone.

I scanned the shoreline, some one hundred yards away. I saw a female form doing the equivalent to the funky chicken on the beach.

"I see you too. I'll be there in a bit," I replied before hanging up.

A short while later, I turned the boat towards the beach. Some forty yards off the shore, I hauled on the tiller and brought the boat around 180 degrees. I then launched an anchor over the side. I let twenty yards of the chain rattle over the side before I secured it to the mast. I double checked that my cell phone was back in its waterproof box (and not in my pocket) and launched myself over the side. 

Eventually I surfaced then waded through the bath-tub warm water to the beach.

"Oh my God, I am SO excited," the girl proclaimed as I approached.

I stopped in the shin deep water and couldn't help but grin as I eyed my welcoming committee. She was just a bit past her nineteenth birthday and bubbling with life. The girl was 5' 10" tall (only two inches less than my own height) and weighed in at 110 pounds, tops. She was dressed in a white blouse that accentuated her cute breasts and short shorts exposed the majority of her long, slightly pale legs. Her hair was currently dyed brown and piled into a beehive on top of her cute head. For the sake of this story, I shall refer to her as Amanda.

"Happy to see me?" I asked conversationally from the water.

"Very. I've missed you so much!" the girl proclaimed. 

It had been a whopping four days since I'd seen her last. I'm a mariner and probably always will be. Separation from friends and f****y is a part of life. Being with somebody that couldn't stand four days apart from me didn't bode well for any lasting relationship. But, seeing her gorgeous legs made me not really care all that much.

"Well come over here and give me a kiss," Amanda beckoned.

I shuffled the rest of the way out of the water and walked towards Amanda. The girl darted across the beach and launched herself at me. She jumped into my arms and f***ed her lips, hard, against mine. We stood and kissed for some time before parting.

"Good to see you too," I stated after taking a much needed breath.

"I've been looking forward to this all week," she bubbled.

"Ready to go?" I asked.

"Of course. I didn't bring a swim suit though," Amanda said, eyeing my soaking wet trunks.

"No worries," I replied.

I then picked the girl up in my arms with ease. I'm six feet tall and weigh 175 pounds. I'm not exactly Chris Hemsworth's stunt double. But the girl was light so it was relatively easy as I physically carried Amanda towards the boat. As the water grew deeper, I levered her frame up onto my shoulders. The skin on her thighs brushed on both sides of my face. The desire to drop her in the warm water for the fun of it was strong, but I resisted.

"Alright, hop on in," I said when I'd finally reached the side of the boat.

Amanda wobbled for a bit then basically fell into the open cockpit of the daysailer. Once she was off my shoulders, I waded around and shimmied up a rope ladder hung over the stern. Without any real drama, I retrieved the anchor and pointed the boat out into the lake proper. The wind was kicking up now and the boat buried a rail and, for something without an engine, moved at a good clip.

"Thanks for taking me out today," Amanda cooed before planting a kiss on my lips after a few minutes.

"Of course my dear, anytime," I chuckled.

The boat rocked and rolled its way for a solid hour. Amanda and I chatted idly during the voyage. Storm clouds on the horizon concerned the girl (and myself truthfully) but I assured her that we'd make landfall near my cottage soon. The foul weather would miss us, I stated confidently. A return voyage was not a concern, luckily. Amanda was going to stay for dinner and a movie, as well as the night in all probability. Afterwards, I would return her to her mother's home with my trusty Jeep which was significantly easier than sailing across the lake again.

The boat was still half a mile away from our destination when the first droplets of rain began falling. The wind nearly doubled in the course of a minute then a torrential downpour started. Visibility decreased rapidly and soon I was sailing on but a prayer as we were both thoroughly soaked by the deluge. Amanda cuddled closer to me in hopes of sharing body warmth as she was now growing colder.

"I'm never listening to your forecast again, just so you know," Amanda moaned.

I was preoccupied with the ordeal of handling the boat in the nasty weather so I didn't reply. Eventually, the boat came closer into shore. I could barely make out the miniature marina some eighty yards away from our current location. Docking the boat then manhandling it back onto its road trailer in such nasty weather would have been a fool's errand. Instead, I beached the craft a short distance away from my cottage. The RV park and "resort" where I resided was fairly relaxed about such practices, mercifully. All I had to do was secure the boat to a pair of trees with the anchor chain and a mooring line, then make a beeline for the cabin up the hill.

Amanda was close at my heals as we struggled up the muddy slope a few minutes later. The storm still raged on, sending a flurry of pine needles down from the high trees above, along with copious amounts of water. I was almost at the door when I heard a feminine scream followed by a whimper. I spun around to see the girl sprawled in the mud. Apparently she'd lost her footing and slipped. I reached down and hoisted her up in my arms before she had a chance to protest. It was in this manner that we crossed onto my wind and water-swept front porch. 

"Just a second here and I'll get you cleaned up," I said before setting Amanda on her feet.

I unlocked the door to the bungalow and led the way in. We were both tracking mud onto the old linoleum floor but I wasn't really concerned. I quickly shut and locked the door as soon as Amanda had entered. She tottered into the kitchenette and sat down in one of the old wooden chairs at my miniature breakfast nook. Despite her beauty, she looked like a drowned rat with soaking wet clothing and mascara running from her eyes.

"Let me find you a towel," I said with a shiver.

The air conditioning had been left on when I departed earlier. Now, while soaking wet, this seemed like a poor decision. I retrieved a pair of beach towels from the lone bedroom and returned to the kitchen. Amanda was hugging herself, her teeth chattering. I covered her with a blanket and tried my best to dry her off, ignoring my own discomfort. I managed to dry off her arms and smeared quite a bit of mascara on her face.

"Ugh. I feel disgusting. I just...I just want to go home," Amanda complained.

"Nonsense, we'll get you cleaned up then I'll fix us dinner. The roads will be a 

mess right now anyways, I certainly don't want to drive in it if I don't have to," I stated.

"I don't even have any dry clothes to change into," Amanda stated, parting the towel wrapped around her torso to prove her point.

I may or may not have made a double take. The girl's white blouse was now practically translucent. A white bra was clearly outlined. Despite my best attempts in the past, I hadn't actually seen what was beneath that fabric yet. My imagination though, wasn't bothered by this fact. I felt something begin to become just a tad less flaccid in my swim trunks.

"Please, I didn't get to see you much last weekend. I'd really like to enjoy the evening together. I've got some old workout clothes you can wear that are perfectly warm and dry. Please..." I pled.

It is just sheer happenstance that I was on my knees, drying her legs theoretically, when I made this request.

"Oh...oh...alright," she said after awhile.

I led the way out of the kitchen, through the small living/f****y room and into the close-quarters bathroom. A large mirror hung over the compact sink on one wall. An old cast iron bathtub, which was surprisingly large, commanded another wall. Almost as an afterthought, a worn out toilet sat in a corner. In here especially, it seemed quite cold as the wind howled outside. I walked over and cranked the hot water on. Mercifully, very little rust shot out of the spigot before clear water flowed into the tub. I plugged the valve on the spigot and steamy hot water began hissing out of the portable shower head.

"It's all..." I shivered for a moment "yours."

The cold was definitely more noticeable now. I looked at the warm water longingly. I consider myself a decent gentleman...of sorts. So that meant that I wanted to be chivalrous and give Amanda the first shower. But the idea of sitting outside for who knows how long, in the cold, while she cleaned up was very unappealing.

Before I knew it, Amanda had hopped into the tub. She was still wearing the blouse and shorts. Dark rivers flowed under her eyes and her legs were splattered with mud. Her hair was a mess of pine needles and bobby pins with no definitive shape. Despite all of this, I thought she looked amazing as she moaned happily in the warm water. After a few moments, Amanda glanced over at me.

"You know, you can join me for a little while, right?" Amanda suggested.

The gentleman in me wanted to say no. The rest of me told the gentleman to go fuck himself. I carefully stepped into the tub and closed the curtain behind me. Wonderfully warm water cascaded from above creating immediate relief. After a few moments of bliss, I looked at Amanda's soaking wet form from toe to eye.

"You are filthy," I stated bluntly.

"I know, don't remind me," Amanda replied.

"Here, let me clean you up a bit," I suggested.

I grabbed a wash cloth from a rack attached to a wall, soaked it in water then began wiping Amanda's face. The black rivers continued to flow for a while, but eventually I won that battle. Despite my numerous statements of adoration of natural beauty, Amanda insisted on wearing 8 pounds of makeup whenever she was around me. This was the first time I'd seen her face sans-war paint. The light splashes of acne on her cheeks were a bit more noticeable. Other than that, she looked about the same if not better. I told her as much.

"Really, I don't think so," the girl protested.

"Nonsense, you're gorgeous," I reassured.

I then rinsed the wash cloth thoroughly and began cleaning the mud off of her hands and arms. I saw a bruise forming on one forearm, but other than that she looked no worse for the wear here. Then I started cleaning off her wonderfully long legs. I started at the very end of her shorts and slowly worked my way down on one leg. For this section, I went down on one knee to make the cleanup easier. This had the side effect of putting me at eye level with the girl's groin. As I reached up to begin cleaning the other leg, I recognized that I had an erection forming under my swim trunks.

A part of me hoped that the girl would notice the growth and possibly consider doing something a bit R rated than our normal make-out sessions. I had managed to give the girl an orgasm two weeks prior, through her shorts surprisingly enough. At the time she'd reluctantly refused to...return the favor...for me. She'd gone on to explain that her own mother was pregnant with her at the age of 19 and she'd be damned if the same happened to her. She was leery of starting anything at this juncture that would lead to sex and a possible pregnancy. Despite my assurances of the effectiveness of condoms and such, she wouldn't budge.

I made the mistake of briefly replaying the orgasm event in my mind as I cleaned her leg. By the time I finished with her second leg, my own third leg was Hell bent on stretching the netting in my trunks. I stayed down on one knee for a moment, briefly mortified about the erection. Then I rose to my feet and locked eyes with the girl, hoping she wouldn't look down.

"There, that's better," I stated.

Amanda thanked me by giving me a quick kiss on the lips. 

"Can I rinse off real quick, please?" I asked, as Amanda had been standing directly under the shower head the whole time.

"In a minute, I need to wash all of this crap out of my hair," she answered. 

The girl began pulling a plethora of little metal hair pins and pine needles free of her brown hair. Eventually, her hair was free to fall to her shoulders. She bent over to set the hair pins down and retrieve a bottle of my shampoo. For that brief moment, I got a lovely glimpse of her taught buttocks through her shorts. My erection grew even more resilient.

"Oh. My. God. That is so much better," Amanda proclaimed a few minutes later once her hair was fully washed.

"Good," I replied, for lack of anything else to say.

I watched as Amanda's eyes traveled across my body. Much to my mortification and glee she seemed to stop and examine something around my waist line a bit longer than all the rest.

"I guess it's your turn now," Amanda stated before stepping to one side in the tub.

I stepped under the flow of water and closed my eyes for a moment, soaking up the warmth. Then I opened them to see the girl standing in a corner, smiling at me. Her mood seemed to be improving significantly now that she was clean again. I leaned over and gave her a peck on her cheek to show my adoration.

"Here, let me do it," Amanda requested, pulling the wash cloth out of my hand.

To say I was aroused as the girl poured a large measure of body wash onto the cloth would be an understatement. The leaning tower of Pisa in my pants certainly wasn't going away when Amanda began wiping dirt and grime off of my arms. I could tell that she was trying to be smooth with her motions, but she wasn't quite succeeding. There was a bit of nervousness as she moved from my arms to my shoulders. She was practically shaking as she ran the soapy cloth across my chest. The apprehension was a turn on, of sorts, I must confess.

"Thank you," I said, then gave the girl another peck on the cheek.

Amanda continued scrubbing. She had me turn around so she could scrub my exposed back. I obliged and braced against a wall, enjoying the short back rub. Then she reached around and began washing my chest. Then the cloth was on my stomach. Then it fell to just above my waist line. I gulped in anticipation, in hope.

"Do you want me to do your legs?" she asked.

"Please. It's only fair," I replied.

The girl pulled on a shoulder to have me turn around. I grudgingly spun, knowing there'd be no hiding my erection now. Amanda bent down on a knee and began washing one of my legs, just above the knee. It felt amazing as she traveled down my leg. Then she was washing my other leg. Then she was finished. I looked down and caught her eying my sea monster for a moment. She glanced up, caught my scrutiny and looked down in embarrassment.

"Feel...feel any better?" she stuttered, coming to her feet.

"Much," I answered.

I pulled the girl into an embrace and kissed Amanda deeply on the lips. The girl hesitated for only a moment then wrapped her hands around my waist and pulled my wet body against hers. I expected that she'd bow her posterior out to avoid touching my obviously engorged organ. Instead, much to my surprise and pleasure, she ground her limber hips into mine. Her tongue worked its way into my mouth at some point, carefully advancing and probing. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her even closer. The girl gasped in arousal and redoubled her efforts to suck the lips off my face. 

I wanted her, badly. She was obviously interested as well. One of my hands slowly snaked up the back of her blouse along her taught, smooth skin. I reached a bra strap and slipped a thumb under the elastic. I slid my thumb around until I felt a bit of padding on one side and a glorious amount of flesh on the other. Amanda cooed and shook her head as if to tell me off for my transgression, but then she relaxed to the idea and resumed kissing me. Her nipples (or at least the one I was in contact with) was like a little cherry pit poking out of her breast, I discovered shortly.

"Something on your mind there my dear?" I asked, struggling for air.

She pressed her lips back onto mine and hummed an affirmative. I was now very excited. How far could I take this? Was I finally going to see home plate? The light at the end of the tunnel? Would the floodgates on her amorous canal finally be open? I had to tread carefully. If I moved too quickly, she'd balk out of apprehension, again. If I went too slowly, the momentum would be lost. I had to take the initiative at just the right moment.

"Amanda, if you wanted...I could do you a favor," I suggested then ground my hips into hers.

"What kind of favor?" she asked breathily.

I carefully worked a hand down and gently rubbed on the girl's groin. Amanda quivered on contact and closed her eyes happily. She seemed to ponder this idea briefly, surely debating about the potential of it leading to actual sex. Then, after a pregnant moment, the girl nodded reluctantly.

I didn't have anything to say as a reply. I merely began gently caressing the front of her pants. Amanda leaned in towards me so I'd be able to hear as she began to pant quietly. Like no other girl I'd ever met, she could be stimulated quickly with only minimal contact. It wasn't long before the girl was having difficulty standing in the shower. I pulled my hand away, sensing that the moment was right.

"The hot water is going to run out pretty soon. We should get out before it gives up the ghost," I suggested.

Amanda mewed in annoyance then nodded reluctantly. The pair of us moved out onto a fuzzy bathmat. I retrieved some towels from an adjacent rack. I dried off my upper half then took care of my legs in short order. The girl dried her arms and legs as well. The cold set in quickly and made her shiver. I eyed her for a moment then turned away and, with a semblance of bravery that was only skin deep, I dropped my swim trunks to the floor and proceeded to dry the rest of my body. I wrapped the towel around my waist. I looked over my shoulder to find Amanda eyeing me skeptically.

"I won't peak and that towel won't bite," I stated with a lopsided grin.

"Then turn around already," Amanda giggled.

I obliged and faced the door, away from Amanda's gorgeous bodice. The mirror was on the wall to my right. My dominant, i.e. strong, eye is my right. All I had to do was veer my head just a bit to the right...and see a limber flash of flesh in the mirror. Underneath my towel, my arousal continued. After what seemed like an eternity, she slapped on my shoulder lightly.




Better Than a Hairbrush



"I saw that," Amanda chuckled, wrapping herself in a towel.

"Saw what?" I replied innocently.

We migrated into the bedroom. A queen sized bed dominated the space, leaving room only for a small chest of drawers under a curtain-protected window. The bed was made (of course) and the only trace of disorder came when Amanda chucked her towel at my face before jumping on the bed, butt naked. For a moment, I was at a loss as she shimmied under the covers. Now only her face showed. I dropped my towel and jumped in bed as well.

"Now don't go getting any ideas mister," Amanda said quietly.

"I'm not, don't worry," I stated before kissing her lightly on the forehead.

Amanda shifted uncomfortably.

"Something on your mind?" I asked.

"It just...it just felt really good. Like real good," the girl sighed.

And so began a back and forth on the merits of sexual stimulation. I understood her apprehension, to an extent. But she was probably the horniest female virgin I've ever come across, no lie. It was very frustrating for me. I was willing to wait her out because it was obvious that the reward was worth the work. But her tease then retract methods were growing old. Eventually, she agreed that I could finish giving her an orgasm and then we'd stop there.

I worked my hand down her smooth belly and brought my hand to a stop at her waistline. I hesitated here for a moment, enjoying the anticipation and the sense of exploratory pleasure. I'd yet to feel what I was about to feel on this young lady. Amanda sighed deeply and squirmed a bit underneath me.

"Well don't keep me waiting," the girl cooed, ironically.

I slid my hand farther downward. I encountered a bit of light hair then I was on top of her small sex. I lazily traced a few laps around her erogenous region with my index finger. Amanda whimpered and shivered. I stopped at the top of her sex and slid down to her little clit. I lightly caressed this area for some time, watching as Amanda rapidly approached one of her epic climaxes. Before she could finish though, I pulled my finger back away.

"What...what..." Amanda complained.

I put the hand back against her and slid a finger southward until I was just at the entrance to the girl's wonderfully wet vagina. I leaned over and began kissing Amanda deeply. The girl was just getting into the makeout session when I carefully slid my finger inward. Her vagina was completely drenched and wonderfully tight around my finger. In short order, my finger was buried up to her lovely little slit. Amanda practically wailed out loud after only a couple in and out strokes. Her hips bucked upwards and I nearly lost it just from the sight of her gorgeous body in the throws of an orgasm.

"How'd that feel for you?" I asked with a devilish smile.

Amanda's breath was deep and fast as she turned to look at me.

"You're good at this thing, you know?" she stated.

I pulled my finger out and lightly patted her thigh.

"I've only just begun," I answered.

I slid my finger back over to her vagina and pushed the digit back into the warm, moist confine. Amanda began to protest, surely wanting a break of some sort as I began probing around her insides. Instead, I reached my thumb over and began playing with her clit. The girl's hips bucked upwards and I actually stopped my motions for a moment as it seemed she was crying.

"Oh my God, quit stopping!" the girl coughed.

I resumed my earlier motions. Amanda's motions became more and more bizarre as she approached another climax. Her eyes were shut tight, she was biting her lower lip and her hands were clasped onto each other like she was performing a prayer in church.

"Relax Amanda, just relax and enjoy," I urged softly, slowing my movements.

"It just feels good...real good," she replied.

"Well that's the idea," I stated with a smile.

I thought for a moment and wondered how I could work things more towards some personal satisfaction for myself. I was enjoying this activity immensely, but it was pretty hard to ignore the massive erection dribbling precum under the covers.

"At least do something else with your hands, I feel like I'm fingering a nun," I said with a chuckle.

Amanda unclasped her hands. She put the one farther from me to her side. The other hand hovered over her flat belly for a moment, unsure as to what to do. I could see the gears turning. I really hope that she would pop her mental clutch and put things in third plate...gear. Sure enough, the hand reached over to my side of the bed. I couldn't help but inhale sharply when he hand came to rest on my vacant waisteline. 

"I don't want to hurt you," Amanda stammered.

"You won't hurt me. And if you do, I promise I'll let you know," I replied.

"I don't know..." she stated.

"Please," I practically begged.

The girl shut her eyes then reached downward. Her limber fingers grasped my penis softly and I about lost my load right then and there. To show my appreciation, I pressed my finger as deep as I could and rubbed her clit a bit harder for just a moment. Amanda squealed with pleasure. Her hand slipped up my cock and then back down. She repeated this motion twice more then stopped.

"I have a question," Amanda stated quietly.

"You know you can ask me anything."

"This is strictly hypothetical," she continued.

"Of course."

"Do you...do you have a condom?" the girl asked with a quaver in her voice.

"Strictly hypothetical?" I asked, treading lightly.

"Yes."

"Hypothetically, yes I have condoms and such."

"Oh, okay," she replied.

I still had my finger in her pussy but had stopped caressing her clit, not wanting her to orgasm in the middle of this crucial conversation.

"Are we still talking hypothetically?" I asked, thoughtfully.

"Yes."

"And you're not going to judge me?"

"No, ask and say what you want, silly," Amanda replied with a nervous chuckle.

I lightly touched my thumb to her clit for a moment, feeling the girl writhe around beside me.

"Hypothetically, I have condoms and lubricant. I could be very gentle and make sure everything is very safe and perfect for you," I said conversationally.

Amanda bit her lower lip, thinking. I dug my finger in just a bit deeper and lightly caressed her clit with my thumb. The girl's hips bucked upwards then I stopped. I didn't want her to climax just yet, but I did want to keep her on the cusp of it.

"Do it," she whispered.

"What was that my dear?" I asked softly before kissing her lightly on the lips.

"I want it," she said, looking at me.

"Want what?"

"I want to do it. I really, really want you right now. So let's do it...before I change my mind," she stated resolutely, with a big smile at the end.

I hopped out of bed and retrieved a condom from a bedside table. I wrapped my mid-size cock in latex then reached back into the bedside table. I pulled out a little bottle of knockoff KY liquid. I dribbled a bit of the clear liquid on my latex-protected penis. Then I squirted some onto a finger and reached under the covers. Amanda jumped a little when I dabbed the fluid on the entrance to her soaking wet vagina.

"I normally wouldn't need this, but I want this to go as...smoothly as possible," I explained.

With a flourish, I pulled the covers back and admired the limber girl lying on the bed before me. I then shimmied my way over until I was on top of the girl. I reached down and cradled her head with one hand. I pulled her lips to mine and we kissed passionately for a short while. Then I lowered myself flat and maneuvered my penis to the tip of the girl's vagina.

"Hey," I said, looking at the girl's frightened appearance.

"Yes?"

"Remember, I'm here for you every step of the way. This is all about having fun. Have you had fun so far?"

Amanda nodded reluctantly. The apprehension and excitement was apparent with every rapid breath she took. I felt like I was straddling a frightened bunny rabbit, not a very horny teenager.

"Okay, I'm going to ease in on the count of three. Okay?" I said softly, trying to be as kind and calm as I could manage.

Again, the girl nodded.

"Okay. One," I said.

I felt a shake from beneath me but I could also feel that my cock was lined up perfectly.

"Two."

Amanda opened her mouth, maybe to ask me to stop. Maybe to ask me hurry up. Maybe she was going to tell me to be gentle. I don't know what she was going to say. I do know that her eyes shot wide open as I slowly poked my cock into her obscenely tight vagina. The girl let out a wail that was a mix of surprise, frustration and arousal all in the same breath.

"Three," I stated calmly when I'd sunken my cock 2/3 of the way in.

The girl bit her lip for a moment then smiled.

"You sir, are a bastard," she gasped.

"That's what makes me so much fun though," I replied.

I slowly worked my cock backwards until only the tip was within her delicious warmth. Then I slowly pushed back in. I pushed deep until my scrotum was pressed all the way against her posterior. Amanda shook for a moment as I ground my front on her clit. I smiled then pulled out a bit before quickly thrusting back in. The girl gasped then pushed her hips upwards to meet mine. And so we ground and pushed against each other alternately.

"I think..." she gasped after a few minutes of this activity.

I drove deep and grabbed onto one of her small hips. I pulled her body closer to mine, in mid air so it seemed. Amanda gasped and shook for several moments. Then I eased the pressure off, feeling her vagina contracting and pulsing around my cock.

"Was that one?" I asked.

"Yah," she answered after sigh.

I pulled my cock out and rolled off the bed. Then I grabbed Amanda's feet and dragged her bottom across the sheets to the edge of the mattress. I positioned her buttocks just over the edge and tucked her limber legs upwards. Amanda grabbed onto her knees and pulled back, exposing her lovely, tiny slit and her cute button anus. Then, gently, I reinserted my latex-covered penis into her sex. The girl jumped a bit on insertion and bit her lip.

"Sorry, too fast," I apologized.

"No, it's just...it's new. I've never felt this...full before," she replied.

I began humping slowly. I'd drive as deep as I could then slowly pull back until only the very tip remained within. Then I'd drive back in again and again.

"Oh, this...this is good too," Amanda panted.

I reached down with one of my hands and began to caress the girl's clit again. 

This, I quickly found, was perfection in stimulation for the girl. Quickly, she came again. This time, I could tell, it was a full bodied orgasm. She pulled on her legs madly and practically shouted. Then she went limp. 

I was very far from going limp though. In fact, it felt like my cock was going to rupture soon. Amanda's nether regions were very very pleasing to me. And the noises, oh the noises were the most amazing I've ever heard in person. If it wasn't for the look on her face as she'd come and come earlier, I'd have said they were faked. I was replaying the last orgasm in my head and eyeing the girl's cute body when I felt the first twinge of tension in my scrotum.

Without bidding my own actions, I began humping more and more rapidly. Amanda was initially oblivious to my increase in speed's meaning. All she was concerned with was the pleasure from the pounding. I closed my eyes, straining to hold myself just a bit longer. I was desperately trying to eek another orgasm out of the girl before I succumbed too.

"God, you're moving fast," Amanda panted.

I nodded, not bothering to stop my humping. She felt amazing and the sounds were terrific as I pounded away.

"Wait a minute..." the girl said.

I continued pounding. The tension was getting even stronger now. I wouldn't last much longer. I normally could have, but it had been some time since I'd had sex and certainly the first time with a girl like this.

"Wait, don't...don't do that," she continued.

"Don't do what?" I asked, fearing the answer.

I was so close now. So close. Now I wasn't holding myself back, I was rushing to the finish. I continued rubbing her clit though. I could feel she was closing in on one more orgasm but I had a feeling I'd beat her to the finish line this time.

"Don't come in me! I don't want to get pregnant," Amanda proclaimed.

"That's what the condom's for," I replied calmly as I could.

"But what if..."

And then I drove as deep as I could and came harder than I had in a long time. Amanda squealed with delight as I ground my front into her pubic bone. Then she climaxed as well. I nearly fainted from the pleasure as her loins contracted and pulsated around mine. I shook with the sheer adrenhaline of the moment. 

After what seemed like an eternity but was really a minute, I grabbed onto the condom and slowly backed out. My cock felt sore as I carefully pulled the condom off. I held the rubber up for Amanda to see after I'd tied it off like some sick water balloon. 

"See that?" I asked.

"Ew, yes," she replied, eying the rubber with a shotglass of liquid in the end.

"THAT, is what a condom is for," I stated before tossing the offending item in a trashcan.

"Well, at least that's one thing I don't have to worry about with my hair brush," the girl pouted.

My jaw may have touched the floor after that comment.