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Practice Makes Perfect

By: Lady_Siren



'Practice is almost over' I told myself. Soon I could go home and take care of this ache. This happens every practice. I would stand quietly off to the side and stare lustfully at my coach. Why did she have to have such perfect legs anyway? And that ass… my mind wandered once more. My cheerleading coach was absolutely gorgeous. She had blonde hair with bright blue eyes with a body you just wanted to devour. At least I did. I wanted to run my tongue from her lips to the place I knew would be wet for my touch. Shuddering in arousal, I tried to put my mind on other subjects. It was torture fantasizing the way I did. I wondered what she would do if she knew one of her girls was lusting after her.

Everything that was said to me I pretty much ignored. I felt like a robot really, going through the motions from memory while my mind was filled with erotic images and daydreams. The things that went through my head would make the most promiscuous woman blush and probably give a nun a heart attack. I blamed it mostly on my hormones, being 18 just wasn't easy.

At that moment, the coach slid into the splits trying to teach us a new cheer. I felt heat pool between my legs and felt a blush creep up my neck. I glanced around but everyone ignored me as usual. I was thankful no one noticed the way I was fidgeting or the blatant desire burning in my eyes as my gaze found the Coach again. Finally practice was over and the coach bid everyone goodbye smiling in her usual charming way. I gave a sigh of relief. Now I could go home and take a nice long cold shower! 

However before I could leave and go home the coach called me over. I approached her doing my best to keep my eyes trained on her face when all they wanted to do was slip lower. It should be illegal for someone to have such a perfect body I thought silently to myself. "Tanya there is something I need your help on" I nodded hundreds of fantasies spinning through my head at her simple statement. "There are some signs at my house I would like you to help me with if you don't mind" her voice was soft and so very feminine, I felt like crying out in frustration. 

'What a strange request' I thought silently to myself but I agreed anyway. I could handle a few more hours with her; at least I hoped I could. Now sitting in coaches or rather Jen's car I felt trapped in my lustful fantasies. Every breath I took I could smell her and I didn't think I could take much more. A mixture of a soft scented perfume along with her heady feminine smell had me ready to soak her car's seat right then and there. We finally arrived at her house and I breathed a sigh of relief. Being so close to her without touching her was really a challenge

She unlocked and opened the front door motioning me to follow her to the living room. "Would you like anything to drink? Juice maybe?" she asked completely unaware of the affect she was having on me. Strangled by lust I could only nod mutely. She left to get the drinks and I sat down on a very plush sofa. Glancing around her house, I noted how neat it was and how cheery the atmosphere seemed.

She returned with two glasses filled with some type of red liquid. She handed me one and sat down beside me. I was so preoccupied with trying to keep my desire in check that I didn't even notice that there were no signs in sight. I mumbled thanks and greedily drank almost have the glass. Was it me or was it getting hot in here? "S-so where are the signs?" I asked angry that my voice seemed to shake. 

Jen smiled at me "Tanya the reason I asked you to come here has nothing to do with signs. I've seen how you look at me and…" she hesitated and my chest constricted. Was she angry? Was she about to kick me off the squad? Or lecture me? Her next words nearly made me fall off the sofa. "I feel the same as you. I've wanted you since the moment I first saw you." My heart ceased to beat and my mouth dropped open. I couldn't breathe, let alone speak. So all I did was stare at her completely dumbfounded. 

She continued on when I remained silent. "In my opinion since we both want each other, what's to stop us from having each other?" I don't think I could have answered her if my life depended upon it. We didn't needs words though because after meeting my gaze for a moment she kissed me and I was immediately lost. Her lips were as soft as I had imagined and I nearly moaned in sweet agony. 

Repeatedly our lips met each kiss more impassioned then the last. My hand fisted in her hair as my body clenched with a need so intense I trembled with it. I needed to feel her skin to skin, taste her, and drive her to complete and utter ecstasy. Her lips parted at the insistent probing of my tongue and I slid inside to taste her. Her tongue tangled with mine and the kiss that ensued left me craving more. I explored her every recess, enjoying her sweet taste and delicious smell. Her hands were threaded into my hair pulling slightly as she moaned softly into my mouth

Her body pressed urgently against my mine and I could feel the heat radiating off her skin. I could not believe this was happening. I never wanted this moment to end. With my mouth still locked in out erotic kiss, I brought my free hand up to cup her breast. It fit perfectly into my palm just like I knew it would. Her moan sent all my emotions and senses reeling and I felt caught up in this chaotic whirlwind of desire and need. Craving so intense, it bordered on pain slammed into me and my hand on her breast tightened. 

I pulled away very reluctantly but only long enough for me to tear off her shirt in one quick motion. Her bra was a cream color with lace flowers on the edges. She looked to damn sexy in it so it soon joined her shirt on the floor with a flick of my wrist. For the longest time all I could do was stare. She was magnificent; I had waited so long for this moment. I hade to taste her, every inch of her begged for my lips. My mouth closed around her nipple and her back arched pressing her breast more firmly into my mouth

She moaned deep in her throat her nails digging into my shoulders. I bit down gently and in response, she cried out softly her hands tightening, her nails leaving little half moons in my shoulders. This only caused my excitement to heighten as I soothed her nipple with my tongue. Suddenly Jen pushed me off and I expected her to stop me, tell me to get out of her house. Instead, she tore my shirt off in the same quick motion I used on her then she proceeded to remove my bra as well. 

However, I would not let her take control. I had been waiting for this for to long. I cupped the back of her head and drew her in for another kiss. Meanwhile my other hand began to move down her body. I pinched her nipple with my thumb and forefinger reveling in the gasp of pleasure that escaped her parted lips. My mouth left hers and headed downwards once more finding her nipple. She was trembling her body shaking with pleasure and anticipation. I could almost smell her arousal and it made me want her that much more. 

My mouth stayed on her breast worshiping her skin with my lips and my hand traces a lazy path toward the area that was weeping for me. I lingered on her navel tracing circles around her belly button teasing her with only the tips of my fingers. Her body arched and writhed in a silent entreaty. Finally, my hand reached the waistband of her shorts and I tugged gently. In response, she lifted her hips so I was able to slide them off her in one smooth motion. She wore a white lace thong underneath and I had to stop myself from crying out in need and appreciation of the sight in front of me. I must have died because this was definitely heaven. Just a hell of a lot hotter. 

My fingers headed lower very slowly making her whimper as I kept her in suspense. When I thought I had tortured her enough I brought my hand to the place that craved my touch. My fingers teased her through her thong stroking gently at first. She bit her lip and closed her eyes as she undulated against my hand. I smiled as I watched her facial expressions of pleasure. My lips found her nipples again as my hand slid up and down her moist folds. She was soaking through the thongs now and her whimpers grew louder. "Please" she moaned softly and that single world sent all my senses rioting. 

My lips left her nipples then and burned a path downwards. I lavished her skin with kisses nibbling here and there. She smelled so delicious, and tasted better then she smelled. When I reached her stomach, I traced slow circles around her belly button. I lingered on her navel causing her to squirm in anticipation. Finally my lips found the place that was now completely soaked with her juices. Her legs fell open and she arched her hips in silent invitation. 

My tongue flicked her clit softly causing her to cry out. She was so sensitive, and so beautiful. My tongue flicked out a few more times and she fisted her hands into my hair pulling slightly and yet holding me in place. After teasing her with a few more flicks, I brought my fingers into play. I slid one from the very back of her wet passage to the top pressing slightly on her clit as I did so. Her body spasmed and her hands tightened even more in my hair so I did it a few more times. By the time I gave her a reprieve her entire body was shaking with pleasure and need.

I brought my tongue back to her button of pleasure passing over it in long leisurely strokes. My hand slipped down from the top of her legs and slid inside of her easily. At that same moment, my lips wrapped around her clit and I sucked the little button into my mouth. Her entire body jerked violently, and her mouth opened in a silent scream. I stopped all movement letting her settle down refusing to let her reach climax just yet. I wasn't done with her; I wanted to make sure she remembered this just like I knew I would for a very long time. 

After her breathing slowed and she went back to softly whimpering, I began a slow thrusting movement with my fingers. Her hips met every thrust eagerly. Her breathing was coming in shallow gasps and her eyes were completely glazed over with the need for completion. She was incredible just how I knew she would be. I sucked at her clit vigorously enjoying immensely the way she pushed into my mouth. "Yes!" she moaned. At that word, I shuddered and this time it was me that moaned. My moan sent vibrations through her clit causing her to gasp.

I knew she was near orgasm and my fingers were thrusting faster now and harder. She was so wet, so mouth-watering. I feathered my tongue against her clit, her moans grew louder, and mine soon joined hers. "Yes! Oh Yes!" her voice broke through my haze of need turning me on so much more. Her voice was just so incredibly sexy. Her moans soon turned into a keening wail and I could tell she was on the verge of climax.

Just as she was about to reach the peak I removed my hand. She cried out against the loss her eyes opening and meeting my gaze. My eyes burned into hers for a moment and her cry moments before was now a scream because not even a minute after I removed my fingers I replaced them with my tongue thrusting it as deep as it would go and in the process I flung her over the edge into bliss. She screamed my name as her release claimed her and her hips arched violently off the sofa. I greedily drank of her juices savoring her taste, savoring this moment…

"Tanya… Tanya!" I blinked several times coming back out of my fantasy and once more back to tormenting reality. I noticed everyone was looking at me and I was once again at practice. I had gotten lost in my fantasy world...again! Sometimes I just couldn't help myself though. 'damn hormones.' The coach was frowning at me and I wondered what she would do if she really knew the things that went through my head. "Tanya please pay attention!" she said shaking her head. I nodded my gaze on her lips as she spoke. "Always coach…" my gaze met hers "Always."

Practice Makes Perfect



It had been a cold, icy Christmas, but the weather warmed up just in time for New Year's. A yellow van rumbled down the street and turned up my driveway, plowing through the knee-deep water that backed up from the slush-clogged storm drains.

The van was delivering Mom's old piano - now my piano - a mahogany upright that had been in the family for about a hundred years. It made sense that I'd get it when Mom died; I was the only one of the kids who took playing seriously. Not that I'd played much recently, of course.

Two guys in faded jackets dropped out of the van. The big guy went to work dragging out ramps. The short guy walked up to me with a clipboard in his hand.

"Where you want it?" he asked.

I had cleared a space for it in the living room, where I once kept a rickety wicker chair. The movers quickly wrestled the piano into place.

They also brought an old, beat up bench, which looked ridiculous sitting in front of the meticulously maintained piano. Mom must have planned to refinish the bench. She did that kind of thing a lot - she'd pick up old, broken down furniture and fix it up until it looked better than new. But she apparently never got around to the piano bench.

I took the piano for a quick spin, playing a few old simple songs. It was still in good tune. I stroked the black and white keys and brushed my hands across the shiny wood surfaces.

It would have been nice to sit and play for a while. But I had Andy's party to get to.

This was the second year running I was going stag to Andy's New Year's party. The year before, I'd just broken up with Sylvia, and I had to endure the constant queries: "Really? I thought you two were perfect for one another! What happened?"

Fortunately, I would not need to explain anything this year - Peggy and I split up months ago, and only a few of my friends knew about Peggy in the first place.

I dressed quickly and went back to look at the piano one last time. I found a bunch of old sheet music inside the bench. A lot of the stuff I used to play when I was a teenager.                               * * *

I gave up playing the piano in high school when I started going out with Pamela. Pamela was my first serious girlfriend, and we had lots of romantic notions, none of which included the piano. We were both virgins - or at least I was, and she said she was. Back then, I had doubts about her honesty concerning her experience. These days, I am more inclined to believe she told the truth.

I was endlessly fascinated by Pamela's naked body. Given the opportunity, I could have lain for hours just looking. My stares made Pamela uncomfortable, so I would fumble around, stroking her awkwardly, while I studied her on the sly.

I loved her hips, and the first time I went down on her happened by accident. I was kneeling between her legs, running both hands up and down over her bare hips. Pamela lay passively, and I wanted a closer look. I leaned closer while I caressed her hips and thighs, and as I closed in, I caught a whiff of her arousal.

Pamela protested meekly, but I was drawn inwards. I stroked her hipbones with my fingers, and my attention focussed at the warmth between her legs. I rubbed my nose through her dark hairs and inhaled her aroma.

"No," she whispered, and she placed her hand on my head.

I swept my head back and forth and settled my mouth between her squishy outer lips. I stuck my tongue out, pushed it between her hairy lips, and got my first taste of pussy.

"No!" Pamela said, and she wiggled out from under me. I was left with a lingering taste on my tongue and a hard-on that demanded relief.

Pamela and I split up after just one year because she said I was boring. "You are so dull," she said during one of our infrequent arguments. That hurt a lot. She apologized the next day, and she said she didn't really mean it. I accepted her apology, but the damage was already done.

It took me a long time to recover from Pamela. People always say there is something special about your first love. I suppose it's true, but I wonder what people mean by "special." I always assumed people meant it was special in some pleasant way. But for me, my relationship with Pamela made me acutely aware of my limitations.                               * * *

I plunked a single key. Middle C. I sighed.

It was time to go.

I drove to Andy's, where the party already thumped along with a boisterous rhythm. Someone had pushed the living room furniture against the wall, and people were dancing to some fun music played a little too loud. One couple was making out under a sprig of mistletoe. Women drank wine out of clear plastic wineglasses, and men drank beer out of yellow plastic cups.

I made my way to the kitchen and decided to try the wine, since it was a kind I'd never tasted before. I thought it was pretty good. I said hello to the people I recognized and made my way back through the house. I sat down in a folding chair and looked at the dancers. A girl on the floor was dancing wildly by herself and drawing quite a bit of attention.

I had to adjust my position to control the beginnings of an erection. Obviously, it was too long since I broke up with Peggy. I was horny. Maybe even too horny. Sometimes a man gets a little desperate.                               * * *

Sometimes I think Sylvia and I would have never got together had it not been for my sexual desperation. The fear of another rejection like Pamela's kept me out of circulation for a long time. And then Sylvia entered the picture.

Sylvia was the daughter of one of my mother's friends. After a polite introduction one day at my mother's house, we kept running into each other at random times: in the grocery store, in line at the movies, at the student union cafeteria. Sylvia was attractive, with dark curly hair and bright eyes, and I began to center every sexual fantasy around her. I would lie in bed and masturbate as I imagined stripping her out of her clothes. In my mind, our touches would begin softly and tentatively, and then grow bold as our arousal built. I invariably reached orgasm as I imagined my hand slipping between her thighs to touch her steamy cunt.

Although my sexual fantasies revolved around her, I was too afraid to ask Sylvia for a date. As we built a casual acquaintance, our circle of friends somehow combined. I often sat across a crowded table from her at some pizza joint, staring, while my penis rolled and shifted in my pants. When she caught me looking, I glanced away with embarrassment. Later, she told me she thought it was cute the way I blushed when she caught me staring.

Thankfully, Sylvia finally asked me out. We quickly became a couple, and I was deliriously happy that we did.

Sex with Sylvia was OK. I had built up a huge library of sexual fantasies in the months leading up to our first date, but there never seemed to be an opportunity to live them out. And it felt so good to finally have any sexual relationship again that I wasn't prepared to risk it all with an out-of-the-ordinary request. So we had a pleasant, unremarkable sex life. And, as far as I could tell, Sylvia was not displeased.

Later, I learned that "not displeased" summed up her opinion pretty well.

We had spent several hours in bed one night. A long, slow bout of foreplay transitioned into a long, slow, undulating, missionary position fuck. I came, filling her pussy, and we slumped together, side-by-side.

Sylvia reached across my chest and hugged me. "I didn't expect us to have sex like this," Sylvia said.

"What do you mean?"

"Jon, you are a different person when we make love."

My face burned with fear of an up-coming criticism, but Sylvia did not elaborate.

It seemed like I was always trying to read women. And without much success.                               * * *

The girl in the middle of the floor danced like a whirlwind. She wasn't much like Sylvia. Or Pamela. Or Peggy. She was short, curvy, with honey-colored hair. She wore a T-shirt and a short skirt - more a summer costume than one for New Year's. She did not wear a bra, and her ample breasts bobbed under her shirt.

There was a lot about her to watch. Her breasts - I could tell she was proud of her breasts - were out for display. But I also liked the way muscles in her legs flexed as she bounced around. And when her back was to me and she shook her ass, I knew I would love to have my arms wrapped around her luscious thighs.

But those were just my fantasies talking. I wasn't the kind of guy who suddenly attracted women. It always took a month or two knowing some girl before I even had the guts to ask her out.

I was watching her and falling deeply in lust when Andy wobbled up.

"You need a beer, Jon?" he slurred.

I showed him my wineglass. "Nope, I'm set."

"Checking out the talent, I see."

"Who is that?" I asked, nodding towards the girl.

"Connie," Andy said. He grinned. "You like her?"

"She's cute."

"She's single."

"Yeah?"

"Come on, I'll introduce you."

Andy was drunk, which made him impossible to resist. He grabbed my elbow and dragged me forward until I stood right in front of Connie. He introduced us and made a quick retreat.

"Hi, Jon!" Connie said, grinning widely.

"Hi," I said. I tried not to say too many words, because I was sure I would stammer.

"I noticed you watching me over there." She panted slightly.

My face felt flushed. "I'm sorry if I was staring."

She laughed and reached out and touched my forearm. "That's OK! I was making a spectacle of myself, don't you think?"

I forced a smile. "Maybe a little."

"Maybe a lot." She laughed. Her laugh was light and penetrating.

We sat down facing directly at one another. "To tell you the truth, I like the way you look at me. Not like these other guys, these peepers. When you stare at a girl, Jon, you really stare at a girl."

"I do that, I guess. I've always done it. I can't help it."

She smiled. "Get me something to drink?"

"Wine? Beer?"

"Which ever is stronger."

"That would be wine, then," I said.

She leaned back in her chair and fanned her face. Her T-shirt stretched across her breasts, and I imagined snuggling my face between them. Connie had lovely breasts.

I left to get her a drink, and returned to find her tapping her foot to the music as she watched the other dancers. I gave her the glass of wine. She smiled, thanked me, and quickly downed the entire thing. "Whew!" she said, staring at the empty glass, and she laughed.

"You're not driving, are you?" I said.

"Nope. Are you?"

"Yeah, I drove. Do you have a friend who is driving you home?"

"Are you offering?" she grinned.

I stammered something and she laughed. "Am I embarrassing you?"

I forced a grin. "Yeah, I guess."

"You know what?" she said, leaning towards me conspiratorially. I leaned close, and we were only a foot apart. "I came here to get laid," she whispered.

I felt foolish, leaning and grinning. "You did?" I whispered back.

"Uh huh." She giggled. "You're blushing."

No doubt. I knew she was trying to shock me, but I also knew I was on the verge of something good. If this had happened to me when I was younger, I would have definitely fumbled it. But with age and a little more experience with women, I felt a certain confidence that I might pull it off. I was more anxious than nervous. If she wanted to play flirting games, I could play flirting games.

I took her hand and pressed my lips to her knuckles. Her hands were hot. Her nipples tightened under her T-shirt.

"What are you looking at?" she breathed.

My eyes rose up to meet her eyes. "I'm looking at your breasts," I said quietly.

Connie giggled. "Do you want to dance?" she said.

"I'm not much of a dancer, I'm afraid."

"That's funny," she said. "You look like a dancer."                               * * *

Sylvia and I used to dance a lot, but not in public. We always danced when we were alone with something soft playing on the stereo. A familiar old tune played, like "My Funny Valentine" or "Someone to Watch Over Me," and we stood up and held each other close. She nuzzled into my shoulder, and I smelled her hair. Our bodies swayed and rocked together in time to the music.

I marveled at my good fortune. A gorgeous woman was in my arms, her body against mine. I tried to feel every inch that was in contact with me: her hands on my back, her cheek against my shoulder, her breasts pressing my chest, her legs brushing my legs. Her physicality overwhelmed me. Her scent. Her touch. The way her body felt. We had danced that way a hundred times before, and with each dance Sylvia's bounds wound tighter and tighter.

The song ended and she tipped her head back to look at me. Her dark eyes moistened and flickered in the dim light.

Her hand slid over my crotch. The corners of her mouth tipped upwards. I had become erect without realizing it.

She nuzzled close and stroked my penis through my pants. "Do you like me, Jon?" Sylvia whispered.

"I love you, Sylvia," I said.

"But do you even like me, Jon? Do I turn you on?"

I didn't understand how she could ask such a question. Of course she turned me on! I had never felt more aroused, never felt more pleasure, never longed for anyone's touch as much as I did for Sylvia's.

"I want to feel you, Jon. I want to feel what you are feeling."

I thought hard about what she said. I parsed and re-parsed the sentence and thought about the meanings of the words. I wasn't positive, but I thought maybe I knew what she meant.

But I had no idea how to do it. How do you make someone feel what you are feeling?

We went to bed, and we followed the ritual we usually followed when we made love. Whispers, soft kisses, and slow strokes. She lay on her back, I kneeled on top of her, and I teased her with fingertips feathering across her legs. I moved my hips so my penis rubbed on the top of her smooth thigh.

"You don't love me," she moaned.

"Yes, I do," I breathed. I touched my lips to hers. She grabbed and pulled me into her and opened her mouth wide. She sucked my tongue right out of my mouth.

I'm sure I made some noise of surprise, but I sucked back. She twisted away with a wet smack. "No," she panted, "you don't."

She grabbed my cock and pumped me hard. "Do you love me like this?" she said. Her knuckles turned white with the force of her grip. My cock was so hard that it felt like it could pierce metal.

I was excited. Sylvia had never acted like this before. I was excited, and I needed to spring. I was thrilled and terrified. I wanted to use the spear clutched in Sylvia's tight fist.

The pounce was almost unconscious. I was between her thighs in an instant, my cock jammed painfully up into her crotch. She wouldn't hold still - she kept squirming underneath me.

I grabbed her hips and held her down. She hooked her heels around the backs of my legs and squeezed me into her. "My love is stronger than yours," she said, and she contracted her legs powerfully, pinning me right up into her crotch. The underside of my cock smashed right into her pubic mound and scratched around in her crinkly hair. She grabbed my chest muscles, then pinched my nipples until I yipped out loud.

I reared over her. I ground my thigh between her legs.

"Yes!" she cried out. "Oh God, yes!"

Is this what she wanted? Did she want to feel the physical strength of my lust?

I raised up above her and put my hands on top of her wrists, pinning her arms down. She panted heavily through her nose, and her hips rolled beneath me. Her nipples were tight knots. My cock stood up hard and purple with its sexual anger.

Did she have any idea how strongly I lusted for her? Did she have any idea at all?

I slid into her, one long, firm stroke, driving all the way in until her bellies touched. And I pressed into her. "Feel me?" I said a voice loud enough to surprise me. I ground down hard, reaching for the greatest depth. She was all liquid and heat.

I hung by a thread, my cock deep inside her, our breathing synchronized and ragged. I pulled out until just the head was still inside her. And then the thread broke. I dropped down on her like an elevator with its cable cut, hurtling towards the ground in total free fall.                               * * *

I drove carefully through the slushy streets while Connie bounced in the passenger seat, singing along with the radio. When I parked in the driveway, she jumped out of the door before I could turn off the engine. She waited for me on my front doorstep, with her arms wrapped around herself.

"Hurry up!" she complained. "It's cold!"

I let us in and she walked ahead of me into my house. She made a side trip through the living room. "Nice piano," she said.

"I just got it today," I said.

"So where's the bedroom?"

I nodded towards the back. She smiled.

"Naughty boy," she said when she saw my bedroom. "You didn't make your bed." She turned around with the backs of her legs against the mattress.

I shifted close to her, moving slowly and relentlessly forward. I put my hands on her arms, my knees against her legs, bumping, touching, until I was pressed all against her. She grinned like girl with a secret she couldn't wait to tell.

And for the first time we kissed.

We kissed feathery soft, and I tickled the sides of her neck with my fingertips. She whimpered between kisses, and when I opened my mouth for a deeper kiss, she suddenly surged into me, her mouth wide and sucking. My right hand found her breast, and my left hand found her butt. We kissed hard with wet lips, and saliva dripped down my chin.

She worked the buttons of my shirt and kissed down my neck. I tried to pull her T-shirt up - I wanted to feel her bare body against me. But she eased out of my grasp and pushed my shirt open. We tumbled together on the bed. She crawled over and rested her chin on my breastbone. Her eyebrows arched and she grinned widely. She grabbed my chest muscles, one in each hand. She pinched both nipples.

"Come here," I said.

She slid up and we kissed again. I got my hands up the back of her T-shirt and felt the hot skin on her back. She squirmed against me as we kissed, pressing harder and closer.

I sucked on her neck and licked her skin and went up and bit her earlobe. She squeezed my chest, and my fingers found the backs of her legs. I drew down from her ass to the backs of her knees. "Oh God!" she said, her voice raspy. The skin behind her knees was as soft as a silk.

She lunged against me and pressed her mouth hard against mine. She broke the kiss and quickly unzipped my pants. Once loosened, she slid down so her head was next to my hip. She grabbed hold of the waist of my pants and pulled them down.

My cock popped up fully erect. She stared at my erection for a couple beats, then gently lifted it in both hands.

"Wow! You have a nice one!" she said.

"You excite the hell out of me," I said.

She kissed the underside of my penis and gave me a tongue tickle. Then she dropped my cock, stood up, and quickly stripped off her clothes. Naked and smiling wide. Skin. Breasts. Tummy. Pussy. Thighs. Pussy. Breasts. Pussy. All that naked Connie. She climbed on top of me.

I loved the way her naked body felt against me. I loved touching her skin and pressing my torso against hers. I loved the way her stubby little nipples rubbed against my chest. I loved the feel of her naked legs on mine. I loved the way my cock felt trapped against the soft skin of her belly.

We kissed and felt each other up. The desire surged inside me, and I wanted to grab her, hold her tightly.

She tipped her head back and I kissed the front of her neck. I got my hands between her legs and rubbed her inner thighs. I stroked the soft skin between them. And it took every ounce of will power to not touch her cunt.




Practice Makes Perfect



Not that her thighs weren't wonderful to touch in themselves! Soft and warm. Muscles at work, tiny little movements of her legs. The ever-increasing angle as she spread wider and wider.

I finally gave in to my temptation, and my fingers stroked up and down through the curly hair on her labia. I grabbed the hairs and lightly pulled them. I pressed my palm down over her mound. She pushed back against my hand.

I crawled on top of her and we kissed. She was breathing heavily, and I could hear my heart pounding. I got up on my knees and the head of my cock brushed through her pubic hair.

Her hands slid down my back and came to rest on my butt. I slid my cock through the soft folds of her cunt and found soft, yielding flesh. I pushed inwards and her slippery heat enveloped me.

She pulled her legs way back so she was spread widely beneath me. I pressed my weight down on her until I was fully inside her. She bit her lower lip and whimpered.

"You OK?" I said.

"I'm great," she said. "Press down on me. Press down harder."

I was a little confused, but I tried to push down harder with my hips. "Yes, like that," she said, "harder." And I ground myself hard into her crotch, and Connie began to buck and whimper louder. "Harder," she gasped.

I pressed with all my might. My penis strained deep inside her. I slid my body up and down a little, or back and forth a little. She gasped and writhed underneath me.

I had her pinned, but we bounced and ground against each other. The muscles in my thighs and butt began to get sore. Connie gave out a short, sharp cry. "Harder!" she demanded, and I pressed with all my might. She shimmied and ground and finally her fingernails clawed my back. She yelled out and her eyes suddenly flew open wide. "Aggh!" she yelled, and her body twisted. I could actually feel her vagina squeezing my cock.

Her face was all flushed, and I felt ready to pop.

She panted with her eyes closed, and her hands fell limp at her side. I began to pump.

A smile came to her face and she chuckled. My legs and butt were sore, and sweat dripped down my chest. Her breasts and belly were covered with sweat, probably a mixture of mine and hers.

I felt the wonderful stroke of her cunt and I knew I wouldn't last much longer. She laughed and ran her hands all over me.

My body began to falter from a mixture of pleasure and fatigue. The shuddering pleasure built up in my groin. "Oh man! Oh man!" I groaned, and I thrust deeply inside her and my penis swelled to its greatest extent.

And then I throbbed.

I couldn't move. I lay on top of her, my cock buried inside her, my semen pulsing into her.

"That's it, baby," Connie cooed.

I pulsed until I couldn't pulse any more. And it was over.

I didn't want to leave her, but I couldn't hold myself up. I pulled away and she frowned as my limp penis slipped out. I kissed her. And I lay down at her side.

We panted for several minutes, just looking at one another. My eyes felt droopy, but I forced myself to stay awake.

I watched her as her breathing returned to normal, a little smile on her lips. And she closed her eyes.

And I drifted off to sleep.                               * * *

When I woke up, my fingers tingled, and my arm felt heavy and numb. I pushed the blankets down, sat up, and hung my feet over the side of the bed. I made a fist and released it. I shook my hand until the prickles eased away.

She reached out and placed gentle fingertips on my bare hip. "Where you going?" she mumbled.

I looked back at her lying there, her cheek pressed against the pillow, her hair curtaining her eyes. "I'll be back in a minute," I said. She hummed and hugged the pillow to her face. A round, bare shoulder pulled out from under the blankets, and desire tugged at me. I could ravage her again. Nothing would make me happier.

But first I needed a drink. I stood up and stretched, reaching for the ceiling. My boxer shorts were on the floor at my feet. I picked them up.

I thought back to her tugging them down earlier. Just thinking about it sent a vibration building in my lower belly.

I pulled my underwear on and looked back at her. Her face was still half-buried in the pillow, but she was watching me with one eye.

"You want anything to drink?" I asked.

She rustled around. "No thanks. But hurry back, OK?"

I smiled and left the bedroom.

In the kitchen, I poured myself a glass of water and gulped it down, then refilled the glass. I sipped the second glass and stared at my ghost-like reflection in the window.

I couldn't believe my luck.

I'm not sure what she saw in me, but who was I to complain? I'd never had a one-night stand before.

Was that what this was? A one-night stand?

I swirled the half-full glass of water. A one-night stand. I poured the rest out into the sink. I wandered out towards the living room.

My mother's old piano stood in the shadows against the far wall, with the mismatched bench sitting in front of it. I turned on the light to get a better look. How many hours of piano lessons had I taken? Hundreds? Thousands? And thousands more practicing. I liked to play the piano, even when I was a kid. It was something I could succeed at by being relentless.                               * * *

Back in May, I bought one of those electronic keyboards. I dabbled with it off and on, practiced some easy pieces, dusted off the old piano playing muscles. It wasn't the same as playing a real piano, but it got me thinking about playing again.

At about the same time, I started a relationship with Peggy. Peggy taught third grade, and we were together through most of the summer while schoolteachers were on break. Peggy had curly red hair that she could never fully control. Her pale, green eyes were punctured by the blackest pupils. We fucked on the second date; if I had figured it out, we would've fucked on the first date, too, but I was slow on the uptake.

All summer long, we fucked surrounded by the sweet scent of summer thunderstorms. Sex with Peggy was frequent and spontaneous. I would stay overnight in her apartment, and the next morning, while we lounged around drinking coffee and reading the newspaper, I would look at her: at the soft cleavage showing through the neckline of her bathrobe, or her long, smooth legs. And I would become overcome by desire.

We fucked in the morning, we fucked in the afternoon, and we fucked all night. Peggy liked to bite and pinch and scratch. And she was vocal, cussing like a construction worker. "Your cock feels so good in my cunt I love the way you fuck me come on fuck my cunt with your big cock."

I didn't sleep much over the summer, and the lack of sleep made my temper short. Peggy's temper was always short. When she got angry, she made tight fists, digging her nails into her palms. Sometimes she screamed until her face turned purple.

She scared me when she got angry. We'd have horrible fights about the most trivial things. The worst was when I had to cancel a date because my brother was flying into town to talk about our mother's deteriorating health. I defended my decision and refused to apologize.

At one point I grabbed her by the shoulders and shouted at her. "It's my mother, God damn it! My mother is dying!"

Peggy shook violently and she started to wail. Her voice raised higher and she held her head in both hands and screamed at the top of her lungs while I held her tightly by the arms. She looked at me, her scream turning into a shriek, the noise penetrating my head. My ears rang and I could feel her voice in my eyeballs. She looked right through me, like she couldn't even see me there, her eyes all flash and fire.

And suddenly, it was over. Her mouth snapped shut, and she sat back huddled against herself. She shook all over. I sat down beside her and put my arm around her waist. She leaned her head against my shoulder.

"Sorry," she whispered.

Without another word, her fingers went to work at my fly. Her head dropped down and she engulfed my penis. She sucked hard, drew me erect, and vigorously pumped her mouth up and down.

We tore at each other's clothes and jumped on top of one another. Adrenaline screamed through my veins. When I finally wrenched her panties off, I got my fingers up into her crotch. She was soaking wet.

I fingered her slit and she pumped my prick and we kissed. I pulled away from a kiss, and she sucked on my lower lip, stretching it until she finally let go. She scratched the underside of my cock with her fingernails.

"I want you to fuck my ass," she said.

"Really?"

"Yes, really."

We hurried back to the bedroom, and she hunched up on her hands and knees. Her tight little anus peeked out from between her cheeks. My cock seemed impossibly large as I slathered lubrication all over it.

I went as gently as I could. Even so, it was slow going. Her anus clamped shut several times before I finally worked the head of my penis into her ass.

I wouldn't call it fucking as much as it was rocking with one another. Peggy would sometimes grunt loudly, and I'd feel the powerful muscles squeezing my cock. I'd ask her, "Are you OK?" She always said she was fine.

I eventually built up enough motion to feel the pleasure inside me rise. I came soon thereafter, leaving my semen in her bowels. I pulled out and lay next to her. Tears streamed down her face. I kissed their salty tracks.

I couldn't take Peggy's roller coaster. She wore me down, and we eventually had to have a serious talk. I could not see us going on.

"I like you," I finally said, "but honestly, Peggy, you scare me a little. You're going to give me a heart attack."

Peggy just laughed. "Jon, your heart should be the least of your worries."

I never really knew what she meant by that. Was she saying I was heartless?

Peggy and I split amiably. We even waved to one another as I backed down the driveway after we made the break official. We don't run into each other much, thank God. I know the temptation to engage in one final tumble would be hard to resist.                               * * *

I thought about Peggy, and I thought about Connie's compact naked little body waiting for me back in bed. I looked at Mom's piano. How long would Connie wait?

Perhaps if I were quiet ...

I sat down on the bench and opened up to Brahms, an old piece I learned a long time ago. In 6/8 time. I laid my fingers over the keys, felt the cool surfaces on my fingertips. I had played it a thousand times before. I didn't really need the music, but it was always easier to play seeing the notes in front of me.

I began.

Playing it again after all these years, I was surprised. I remembered it as a mechanical piece of music, something I had practiced over and over until I had it down perfect. But now the tune was fun, light, and happy. I began to sway along with the music.

And then just as I got going, just as I hit stride, Connie was behind me. "Hiya," she said, and she giggled. She slid beside me on the bench and bumped her hip against mine. She had found one of my T-shirts, which hung down nearly to her knees.

I almost lost my place but continued through.

"What're you playing?" she said.

And I lost the rhythm, lost the music. I took my hands off the keys and placed them on my thighs. My foot remained on the pedal, and the final notes sustained.

Interrupted. I hated to be interrupted. I never could take up a piece from the middle. I always had to go back to the beginning, start again from scratch.

She looked at the sheet music. "Brahms?" she said. "It's pretty." She picked up my wrists and placed my hands back on the keys. "Play it for me."

But I did not feel like it.

"What's wrong? Are you shy or something?" she said. And she laughed.

"OK, then, it's my turn," she said. She stood and crowded against me, wiggling her way between me and the piano. I scooted back to give her a little more room. She was short, and her butt was only a little above my knees.

She brought both hands down hard on the keys, a loud, jarring C major chord.

And then she was off, thundering down on the keys in 4/4 time. Basic tonic and dominant and sub-dominant chords. Trilling with her right hand, hammering with her left.

She played and played and jumped up and down in rhythm, her hair whipping about.

And right in the middle of the bombast, she stopped and whirled around and laughed. The final chord vibrated in the piano's body for several seconds. Her eyes shined. "How's that?"

God, she was incredible.

"I don't know how you do that," I said.

"Do what?"

"Did you just improvise that?"

"I play whatever comes in my head."

"I never could improvise."

She bent forward, her face close to mine, and placed both hands on my thighs. She gave my legs a quick squeeze. "You play beautifully," she said quietly.

"I wish I could make things up like that."

"It's not so hard," she said.

I humphed.

"Just try it," she said quietly. "Make something up for me."

I wanted to. Maybe she was right. All I had to do was try again. She sat beside me and watched as I placed my fingers on the keys. I counted out an A7 chord.

I let my hands strum down on the keys. I love the sound of a seventh.

But then what?

Nothing.

"I can't," I said.

She stared at me, but I couldn't meet her eye.

"You want to know your problem?" she said. "You're just a romantic." Her hand slid up my thigh and onto the front of my shorts. "Just ... a ... romantic." She squeezed my cock through my boxers, and her other hand roamed along my side. I stiffened in her hand.

"Just a romantic?" I said. My voice sounded surprisingly high- pitched.

"Uh-huh," she said, and she rubbed her hand down the front of my shorts, sliding along my shaft. "Just a silly ... romantic."

"Just a silly romantic?" I said. The tension in me rose again.

"What's wrong? Don't I turn you on?"

"I think you already know the answer to that," I said. I put my hands on her thighs and leaned towards her. We kissed lightly, and she squeezed my erection hard through my shorts. She giggled.

My heart pounded. I twisted around to face her. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her against me.

We kissed furiously. She put both hands down the front of my shorts and grabbed my cock, skin to skin. We ended the kiss with a gasp.

Her face was flushed as she fumbled in my shorts. I needed to see her naked. I needed to fuck her. Fuck her now.

I wrapped my arms around her thighs, hiked her up, and dumped her on top of the piano keys. Her butt landed with a loud, dissonant chord. "Ow!" she said, and then she giggled. She rocked side to side a little, adjusting her position, and her butt played a slurred scale, up and down. Her shirt bunched up over her hips. Her bare thighs parted, and between them was the delicate ruffle of her sex.

I tossed off my boxers and hurled them across the room. My cock stood up red and angry. "Ooo!" she said, and she reached out for me with both hands.

I got up between her knees and we kissed. She grabbed my cock and stroked up and down the full shaft, and I reached up under her shirt to squeeze her tits.

I pressed against her, and she hummed. We kissed hard, our lips smashing together. She kept grabbing me, strong grabs all on my shoulders and arms and sides and hips. And then she got a strong hold of my cock and yanked me, and I ground my hips right up between her legs. Her public hair rubbed against my cock.

I stepped away and she whimpered. Her red cunt was all drippy and open. I lined my erection up with her hole and pushed up into her.

I thrust up into her cunt. I drew out slowly. And I thrust back in. Out. In. With every push, she grunted and bounced on the keys.

"Jesus," she grunted, and she began to slip. The keys slurred. "Ow!" she said. "Ow!"

I got my hands under her butt and held her still. She wiggled around in front of me, the piano making groaning noises, and I got a good hold of her. I lifted her, lifted her completely off the piano, and held her against me, her legs wrapped around my hips, and she gripped me tight around my neck. My cock was buried deep inside her sizzling hot cunt. I spun us around, and almost lost control, I was so top-heavy. But I caught my balance, and she squirmed against me.

I carried her over to the couch and let go. She dropped, hitting the couch with an "oof." "Fuck," she said, and she scrambled around, her legs still apart and her red slit all exposed.

I fell down on top of her and stabbed my cock between her thighs, missed, and stabbed again. "Christ!" she said.

I slid all the way in, pressing deeply. When I was all the way in, I stopped and held myself still. She looked me in the eyes. She breathed hard, quick little pants through her open mouth. I pushed down harder, using my weight and muscles to reach the deepest penetration. She tipped her head back and closed her eyes tight.

I pulled slowly back, then pressed back in, again pushing deeply. She moaned. I used my hands to force her knees further apart, stretching her open.

And I fucked her hard. Pounded deeply. Fucked her harder and harder. She dug her nails into my side. She grunted with every inward shove.

"Fuck!" she said. "Fuck!"

The urgency in me rose. She gave a strangled yell and writhed beneath me. Through her clenched teeth, a wail built, and I settled into long, deep, powerful strokes. Her fingernails scratched across my chest.

She squealed, and my own torrent built. I pulled out of her saturated cunt, my cock huge, nearly purple in color, engorged. I throbbed strongly, I felt a clutching in my groin, and finally the sudden release.

Semen erupted, and powerful pulses of cum splashed against her hairy cunt. A half dozen potent salvos, until her belly and pelvis were covered with the shimmering tracks of my jizz.

Gasping for breath, she ran her hands through the trails of my cum, spreading it around in her cunt hair, around on her thighs, up onto her hipbones.

I wiped the sweat off my face.

"Man!" she said, and she untangled her legs from under mine and scooted away. I slumped backwards and sat on the floor.

She looked at me, a glint in her eye, and brought her cum-slicked fingers to her mouth. She licked them devilishly, and smiled. "Maybe I turn you on after all!"                               * * *

"Maybe I turn you on after all," Sylvia said.

I lay on top of her, my chin nestled against her neck, and I gasped for breath. She was squeezing my relaxing penis with her vaginal muscles, little squeezes I could feel all along my semi- stiff shaft. I thought about being inside her, about my cock filling Sylvia up.

I looked at her and she squeezed me and she laughed.

I wanted her cunt. I want to fuck her and fuck her and fuck her. I wanted her to be mine.

Slowly, my erection was reborn. My growing stiffness slipped around in our gooey mix.

She laughed. "I knew you had it in you. I knew there was a passion hidden inside you."

I'm not sure one person can know another person that well, and I was sure she was mistaken. I am not what you would call a passionate man.

But I didn't say a word. I began to pump inside her again.                               * * *

"Come on," Connie said. She kneeled down on the floor with me.

"What?"

"Come on."

She grabbed my limp penis and pulled. "Hey!" I said. I was forced to stand up and follow. She led me by my penis back to the piano, and she sat me down on the bench.

She stood behind me with her arms circling around; I could feel her breasts on my back. She kept one hand on my cock, and the other opened flat against my chest.

"Now play something for me," she whispered.

She held my cock, and I put my fingers on the keyboard. Something simple, Jon, just keep it simple. I played a C major chord, and I let my right hand run up the scale. Her fingers tightened around my penis.




Practice Makes Perfect



It sounded good! She nuzzled into the side of my neck, and her thumb stroked the underside of my penis, and I began to get hard again. I shifted to F, muffed a note, but kept playing. I went back to C, and she stroked me harder. I tapped on the foot pedal, and played a little something in G, threw in a couple notes from the minor seventh, and I felt it, I felt the piano singing! My cock stood up hard and she pumped me in her fist. I shifted back to C and tossed in a simple coda. I couldn't believe it!

Connie released my erection and sat beside me. She put both hands on my face. She forced me to look her right in the eye. I stared into her eyes, and her fingers traced down my face, my neck, to the front of my chest, and came to rest on my bare hips.

"You know," Connie said, "if you wanted to, we could see each other again some time." Her eyes flickered with light.

She was so fucking sexy.

"Yes," I said, "I'd like that, Connie. I'd like that a lot."



Practice Makes Perfect



"Have you been practicing lately?" you asked me. 

"No, not really, it's been a while," I reply. You encouraged me to practice, to prepare myself for you to fuck my ass. I've admitted to being a little scared, a little apprehensive of the prospect, but, you promise you'll make me enjoy it, so I practiced. I had gotten in the habit of this practice nearly every morning in the shower, and then, I found myself more interested, and I took the practicing to new levels. 

I began experimenting with my purple vibrator. I learned what I liked, and how I liked it. I learned how to control my muscles, to squeeze them tight, imagining that it was your dick that I held so tightly in my ass. I imagined that your body was behind me, pushing harder and faster into my tight ass. I felt your arm around my waist, your breath on my neck, and I found I was enjoying this practice in spite of my earlier reservations.

But, I guess I'd felt a little neglected for a month or so, you hadn't even asked me if I'd practiced for you in as many weeks. Even though I was beginning to enjoy the practice sessions, I was doing them for you, and if you weren't going to fuck my ass, why did I need to continue to prepare my body for something that wasn't going to materialize? The only thing it seemed to do was frustrate me more than I was already frustrated. Every time I touched the crease between my ass and thigh, I could feel you there, licking your way closer and closer. My body heats up, my nerve endings are on fire. I want so desperately to feel you there, but, I find new levels of frustration. 

"Why not lately?" you ask.

"Guess I just got frustrated, you hadn't mentioned it in a while, just didn't see the need to keep it up," I shrugged. 

"Hmm, you thought I wasn't interested in fucking that ass of yours anymore?"

"Well, to be honest, I wasn't sure you were interested in much at all anymore. Maybe I was wrong?"

"Maybe," you say as you slide your hand over my ass, smiling when you see the jeans I'm wearing. "I always liked these jeans," you say as you touch skin through the worn holes along the back pockets. 

"Yeah, I know you used to like them, I took a chance."

"So, what if I'm not interested anymore? What are you going to do?"

"What do you mean?"

"Would you keep practicing? Would you keep writing?"

"Mmm, yeah, I probably would. I enjoy them both, so, I imagine I'll do both, as I get inspired to, and enjoy them for my own pleasure, not yours." I shrugged. "I do this as much for me, for the excitement of it, as I do for you anyway."

"What would you do for inspiration?"

"Hmm, I have a very active imagination, I am sure I could think of something. Plus, I've got a good memory too, you've given me plenty of inspiration to go on. I can think of plenty I haven't written down yet."

"Interesting."

I laugh now, as I use a mix of memories, and that active imagination to arouse myself, to heighten my senses. I remember the way you touched me last, and I fantasize about being touched now, I feel my own hand trace the path I want to feel. I'm still panting from my last orgasm. I can still feel the blood pumping through my body, and the fine layer of sweat on my body is testament to the fun I've been having. I have nearly exhausted myself, and I laugh and wonder if I'm close to exhausting my battery supply for my purple friend. So far, so good, he's working just fine, still rotating against my G-spot as I feel the momentum of another orgasm building before the other subsided. I reach, and turn on the vibration as well, letting it move against my clit, but I can't take it very long, it is still very sensitive, so I turn it back off, and enjoy the rotation deep inside me. 

I turn that off as well, and replace it with my fingers, slowly rubbing my thumb over my clit every now and again to keep that electric current flowing. I push the head of the vibrator to the tight opening of my ass, and relax my muscles enough to let just an inch pop inside. I turn it, letting the ridges of the shaft caress my ass. I squeeze the muscles now, holding it tight there, as well as my fingers still inside my dripping pussy. I push against the thin barrier between my fingers and the vibrator, and, enjoying that sensation, I push more of my purple friend inside of me. I keep pushing 'till I have the entire length inside of me, and turn the vibration on again and my body jerks in response. The sensation rocks my body, and I move my hand to again focus on my clit, I need release fast. I know this feeling, it feels like I'm ready to explode, my legs tense, my head is thrown back, my back arched. I feel like I might pass out if I can't cum right away. I furiously run circles around my clit with two fingers of my right hand while my left holds the vibrator in place in my ass. 

I scream as I feel the release finally shatter my existence. I'm breathing hard, my body riding the spasms that still rock my body. I seem to learn on a daily basis how to make myself cum harder and harder, how to enjoy all of my body, and what I know will make my body buck right off the bed in pleasure. I ease the vibrator out of my ass with my left hand, while I bring the dripping fingers of my right to my mouth to lick them clean. Now, totally relaxed, and more sated than I could have imagined, I roll over, curl into my pillow and go to sleep. I think I'm practicing almost enough to be perfect now. 



Practice Makes Perfect



"Keep your eyes up, freshman!" That's what my life has come down to, hasn't it? Just being another freshman in a sea of frightened, twiggy underclassmen. Terrific: flippin' fantastic. When had my entire life been determined by what year of college I'm in?

The minute I joined fencing is what did it.

I slip the mask from my sweaty, matted head. I just let my opponent score a point off me, so naturally Captain is going to be on my case. This maybe only a practice, but with a tournament, he's going to be a nightmare in knee highs. Fuckin' psycho...

But damn does he know how to turn me on!

Jamie is the definition of the knight in shining armor in the fencing world; sharp sky blue eyes, naturally dark skin (considering he's half Irish... seems pretty impressive to me), cropped dark hair that flares at the edges; at least 5'10 with broad shoulders and muscular arms. When he holds his blade, he makes opponents tremble. That's why in his sophomore year, he is undefeated and unmatched as the Captain of our State school's fencing team.

And I also hear he is a fantastic fuck.

I admit I'm not perfect; I'm not petit or bizarrely shaped like other girls (or at least the girls in these kinds of stories). I have a curvy figure, about 5'6" with long-athletic legs and a slight tan from the summer. I have long hair that curls on its own and soft grey eyes. My most outstanding feature? My 40D tits. Not freakishly huge, not modestly small; a real handful of pillowy flesh that made all my boyfriends in the past drool.

But I wasn't thinking of them now, was I? I have my eyes set on that sexy, son-of-a-bitch. God, how I wanted him! And sometimes I feel he wants me too; like when his eyes would linger on my legs when I wore short-shorts to practice: or when he grabs my shoulders and leans in close to help me with my stance and grip. God, his breath and cologne make me shiver... There had to be a way to get him as mine!

Great, now practice is over! I pick up my towel and zip open my jacket. My friends in club make fun of me because I always seem to have barely any clothes on. I have tiny blue shorts and an almost sheer white tee shirt with a graphic design of the Singapore Merlion. My nipples seemed a little harder than normal and were trying to "come out and play" for everyone. Depressing, isn't it? I go to the closet to hang the jacket up with all the others, just as everyone else was saying good night and heading out to dinner, Christ do college kids eat a lot...

I almost got it on the hook, tiptoeing up to reach the rack that is inches above my hand. All of a sudden, a hand covers mine and helps me guide it upwards and sets it on my rack for me. My head turns abruptly and my eyes match the ones I've been longing for: Jamie is holding my hand... In a tiny closet... Alone... Holy crap this is too perfect! Almost bizarrely perfect... God his eyes are so heated-looking right now... "Jules, I heard your roommate kicked you out for the night."

Not like that isn't true: her boyfriend is up for the weekend and she is in desperate need of some "alone time." The tragic news is I have no place to crash. I lick my thin pink lips as he boors me with his gorgeous eyes. "Yeah... Kinda sucky for me, huh?"

"You know..." he retracted his hand from mine, his eyes half closed in almost a hazy sort of look. I give out to a shiver that is creepy-crawling down my spine. "You could stay with me. My roommate went out for the night and won't be back till the next day, so I have an extra bed..."

"Oh, J-Jamie I don't think I want to burden you with something so—!" but before I could finish, he presses a finger to my lips and silences me. 

"I insist. Come by in an hour and I'll have you all set." 

...Holy crap I've hit the freakin' jackpot! This is just like a lottery winning... If lottery including finally seducing Jamie. I nearly run like a lunatic to my dorm, change my clothes and try to pick out the sexiest things I could possibly go to bed in... My roommate thought I had gone crazy. But who gave a fuck; I am gonna fuck the guy of my dreams! I throw everything I'd need in the morning into my backpack and practically bolt out the door again.

My heart is in my throat coming to his dorm building. I want to hide almost, but I can't go back from this. I almost fall over when someone sneaks up on me and offers to open the door for me. My steps echo in the hallway and I come closer and closer to destiny. I hope I came to the right door, because my knuckles barely make a sound when I knock on it. But once the deed is done, the door swings open and I feel a tight grip on my wrist, pulling me in quickly before slamming the door again. I drop my bag and get pinned to the door by a very sultry looking Jamie. My mouth goes dry as his lips crash to mine with a deep, almost painful kiss. I try not to moan, but his tongue roughly invading my mouth makes it nearly impossible. When he finally releases my lips he's growling again. "Fuckin' lil' cock tease... How long did you intend on making me wait to have you?"

I didn't get to answer, his lips are kissing me again. His hands are running down my back and grabbing tightly to my ass, making me give a little noise into his eager mouth. He stops kissing me briefly to attach to the exposed skin of my neck, giving my knees a chance to buckle and for a low groan to erupt in my throat. It was like he knew just how to tease me; gently licking, biting and kissing my sensitive skin while squeezing my lower cheeks in his hands. I try to squirm a little to touch him, but he continuously pins me, making my chance to return the favor pretty impossible. Eventually, I let out just enough of a whimper to plead with him. "J-Jamie... Please get me off this door... I wanna be able to fuck you hard and—!"

That seemed to give him the idea and I practically get throw to his bed. My breath quickens as he gets right back on top of me, kissing my neck and moving his head downwards. Now my hands can reach all over him: tracing the curves of his back, touching his legs and going up front to his chest. God, his heart is going so fast! I can't believe the both of us waited this long... I let out a small gasp as he rips my shirt open; exposing the lacy sheer bra I had decided to wear upon coming here. His mouth looks like its watering in lust and delight. He traces his finger over it, almost purring as I shiver and feel my nipples harden. "Fuck Jules... They're as big as I thought... they look so juicy I can barely think of how you keep them all tucked in when you're fencing with me..."

His fingers trace to my back to find the hook, ripping it open and sliding my bra down my arms. Once my chest is fully exposed, he greedily takes one of the hard buds into his mouth and starts to feverishly suck on them. I let out a loud moan and twist a little underneath him. I think I'm gonna die of pleasure! He's good at this! I feel my body give in more as he twists my other nipple between his index finger and thumb. His tongue rolls around the now moist pebble and he drags it down to the other one, sucking and twisting in the same slow motions making me scream for him. He stops again and nuzzles my skin, kissing downwards to the Promised Land between my legs. I stop him so I can kiss his sweet lips again, tangling my fingers into his hair and letting him get a moan out. I pull back just long enough to pry his shirt off and kiss his torso, thanking God what a gorgeous sight it is.

Now that we're both shirtless and I have him mildly distracted, I have the advantage point. I shove him hard onto his back, straddling his legs and holding him down. My hips begin to playfully grind down against his, and I'm the one making him squirm this time. I brush my lips over his and whisper hotly. "Damn it, you Bad boy... now you've gone and made me all hot and wet for you. How are you gonna fix that, Jamie? I should show you what I do to bad boys like you..."

My fingers dance around the fly of his jeans, which are being stretched by the hard on he is currently sporting. Part of me wants so chime "oh did I do that?" But I'm too eager to fuck that I don't want to waste this chance. I practically tear open his jeans and slide them down his thighs, which he eagerly helps to kick off while attaching his lips to my neck again. He's got me moaning like a banshee, so I repay him by tracing the bulge in his boxers. Man, rumors in the girl's locker room don't like, this boy has something! He's smirking due to my reaction, carefully running his tongue up my jugular vein, causing my body to shake. "Like it, don't you?"

"Mhmm can't say no to that!" My hand dives in and starts rubbing him feverishly hard. I catch him off guard and am treated to a throaty, loud groan. His hips buck slightly as my hand holds on tightly. Damn this thing is thick! He sure doesn't disappoint a girl... Our lips finally meet again in a frenzied kiss, our tongues moving against each other roughly in a twisted dance of lust. His hands trail down my soft stomach and practically tear my jeans in half. His hands come to the delightful surprise that I pulled out my matching thong as he cups my ass cheeks. His callused hands grope my delicate skin and I groan into his mouth, pulling harder at his piece. He finally catches his breath long enough to shout. "Fuck! I can't take this! I need to see that lil' pussy of yours!"

I end up on my back again, this time my jeans thrown in some corner almost completely exposed. His eyes widen and for the first time I feel my cheeks heat and turn a tint of red. His fingers graze me gently for the first time, hooking to the top of my thong and sliding it down my thighs, to my knees and then ankles. My heart nearly skips a beat when he comes to my perfectly shaved mound. His eyes stare intensely at it, bringing his shaky hand to touch it and make me quiver. His fingers trace the lips, with a surgeon's precision. I feel his eyes at mine this time, telling me that there was no backing out of this now. I stare back at him, knowing there is no way that I would want to back out at this point. He smiles and starts to push the first digit in. I'm so wet it ends up sliding in nicely, moving back and forth making me shiver and whimper his name. With just enough he slides in the second, stretching me out and remarking at how tight I am. Hey, I maybe not be a virgin, but that doesn't make me a total slut. He shoves his fingers in so hard, I suddenly feel him at my g-spot, making my hips shoot up and my throat tighten. "Don't lie to me: How many guys have you fucked?"

The question gets me all embarrassed, making my face turn away from his as I whimper softly. "In truth... I've only had sex two times my entire life..."

This seems to make him smile, pressuring his fingers to my g-spot again giving me a incredible sensation. "Third time's the charm, baby..."

Before I could even get a comment in, his fingers slam up hard again and I squeal in delight. He thrusts them in and out, causing me to breathe harder and beg for him to give me cock instead. He grins at my struggle, sucking on my neck and giving me goose bumps. Finally he pulls out his slick, dripping fingers and sucks them up like they were coated in honey. God, just watching him do that! I prop up on my elbows so I can kiss him, tasting my own juices on his tongue. How much more foreplay do we even need anymore? I think I'm gonna explode if he doesn't fuck me soon! I wretch off his boxers, just to show him in what a rush I'm in and he seems to understand my objective. He pushes my legs open wide, till they're almost spilling out on either side of the bed. I'm looking at his prick for the first time... That's no dick, that's a python I tell you! Fuck! He starts rubbing the tip along my clit, teasing me for all I'm worth. I'm literally crying for it now, begging; "Jamie, please! I need you to fuck me now! Please!"

He positions himself right at the entrance, holding it there. My thighs are literally shaking I'm that desperate. Why the hell is he taking his sweet time?! He looks into my eyes and holds me there. "Tell me you're mine."

I manage a throaty whisper. "I'm yours, Jamie..."

He starts to push some of his swollen hardness in, I groan from being instantly stretched. He stops again. "Tell me you're never going to have sex with anyone else."

"I swear it, Jamie!"

Inch by inch he moves in, stretching me wide and driving me to the edge. God, this is torture! "Tell me you love me, Jules!"

"I love you!" I feel like dying if he keeps doing this to me. "I love you Jamie, and I'm yours! Now and forever I swear!"

That's all he needs to hear, and on that note slams the rest of his dick in. I scream and feel like I'm being broken in half. Oh God! I can't believe this! He doesn't give me any time to recover and pounds away, drilling back and forth deeper in me and making me scream bloody murder. He grabs my breasts and kneads them furiously in his hands, pinching my sensitive tips and occasionally wrapping them with his tongue. All the while my body tenses and I feel a certain familiar warmth in my stomach; I'm not going to last much longer like this. "H-Holy shit Jamie I-I'm gonna..."

My pathetic attempt to tell him I'm close gives him no sign to slow down. He bangs me even harder and I feel my hips jetting up and down onto the mattress. My pussy clenches around him, and I scream once more signaling I'm spent. He grunts a little, swelling himself and getting ready to explode. He holds my face in his hand and kisses me hard, his teeth nipping at my lower lip and growling softly. "I want you to take it all!"

I nod meekly, digging my fingernails into his shoulders and my heels into the bed. All of a sudden I feel the explosion and he fills me up with almost gallons of cum. I literally feel it dripping out of me and spreading to the mattress and our legs. He pants softly, pushing in and out a few more times before collapsing on top of me, resting his face in the crook of my neck and twisting his fingers into my now matted, tangled hair. We just lie in out ecstasy, enjoying the warmth our bodies are creating and relishing in the sin. He lifts himself up a little, so his face is above mine and we stare into each other's eyes. He grins down at me with a dark gaze. "So, ready to go again?"



Practice Makes Perfect



Coffee isn't really my thing. I say that a lot, and it's mostly true, even though I stop to pick up a latte on my way to work, every day, at the same coffee shop. Sometimes I sit in the coffee shop on the weekend too, just to get out of the house while I work on a few things, using their wireless connection. But really, I'm not big on coffee. I guess it's easy to think otherwise, but I never have more than one a-day. Well, two a day, at most.

The best thing about getting my coffee every morning was Sue. Sue's smile charged my day every day, setting me off to work with a happier demeanor than I'd woken with, without fail. Smiles can do that and Sue's smile was friendly, radiant and a sight for tired eyes.

Sue looked to be in her early thirties, older than the rest of the staff, but her mature beauty was a stark contrast to the tattoos, piercings and unnaturally colored hair most of the employees used to assert their individuality. Sue's individuality was classical good looks that were hard to ignore. Her hair was light brown and naturally wavy. Her eyes were blue, her mouth lush and inviting and her skin was a slight olive color that exuded health. It was her smile that created my attraction to her though. Ever-present and warm, Sue appeared to be genuinely happy to be working in the shop and helping the working masses in her small way.

I'd never exchanged more than a few words with her in all the months she'd worked in the shop, the only reason I knew she was "Sue" was her name tag, but every morning I looked forward to seeing her smile and secretly harbored a wish that there'd be an opening to get to know her better. When she wasn't there during my morning stop my day started a little heavier.

I was a realist though. The chances of something like that happening – me getting to know Sue better – were slim to none. Barring some intervention by fate...

I certainly wasn't expecting fate to be friendly that Saturday when my Internet connection dropped at home and I decided to head to the coffee shop for a couple of hours, hopefully while the cable company fixed the issue. I got there shortly after lunch and found a nice soft armchair with a small table next to it – home from home for an afternoon.

It was an hour later and I was starting to think about a second latte when Sue arrived. Rather than walk in with her work apron in her hand, she wore blue jeans, a lime green summer top and carried a laptop bag. After she'd greeted all of the staff she looked around for a seat and decided on an armchair a few feet from mine, sharing the table. As she unpacked her laptop and plugged in the power cord she looked over and smiled a silent "hello". Leaving her laptop to boot up, she went behind the counter and fixed herself a drink, then came back to settle in to whatever task she was here to pursue. Without as much as a word from Sue my Saturday just got better.

And essentially that was where my work finished for the day. Sure, I continued looking at my documents, surfing the web and generally looking intently at my screen, but I wasn't working. I was thinking about Sue, wondering what she was doing and hoping I got the chance to talk with her some more.

After a while I left my seat to get a fresh latte. When I got back Sue was watching me and I took the opportunity to open the conversational door. "Aren't we supposed to get away from work on the weekend?"

Sue beamed that wonderful smile at me. "We are, but I'm just making use of the facilities." She nodded at her laptop, obviously indicating Internet connectivity. "I just moved into a new apartment and don't have Internet yet. At least, not when my neighbors protect their wireless I don't." She smirked playfully.

"Understand." I nodded knowingly. "Hope you get free coffee too."

"Just let me know when you need another one," she quipped, "I get my own."

"Where were you five minutes ago?" I held up my fresh cup.

Sue looked sheepish, but her face still beamed.

I didn't want to let Sue's attention go to waste, so I asked her what she was doing, not wishing to pry, but wanting to keep her talking. Fortunately for me she was only doing a little research into possible college courses she might start in the fall. The follow-up was much more interesting – that she was looking to start college again because she'd just got divorced; a year after her marriage fell apart. Since then she'd been living in several apartments and the job at the coffee shop was currently more about keeping her from becoming a recluse, rather than a career.

Sue gave no sign that she wanted to return her attention to her laptop and as our conversation continued she began asking questions about my background and joking that I shouldn't be there on a Saturday either. Normally, I would have agreed with her, but today, I was happy being where I was.

She was as easy to talk to as she was to look at. After a few minutes we both started to enjoy the conversational interaction and it was good to see her relax as we talked. I felt more at ease too, up to a point. More than ever I wanted the opportunity to get to know Sue better, and that desire always brought a little tension to my consciousness.

I was given hope that Sue was thinking the same when she turned towards me in her chair, twisting to get closer to facing me while we talked. I also noticed that several of her hand gestures and the timing of her smiles and laughs mirrored my own. It wasn't cause for too much hope, or relaxing, but it certainly helped me by understanding that Sue appeared to be enjoying the company as much as I was.

We had both put away our computers after an hour and Sue got our drinks replenished as we drifted on the afternoon and deeper into learning about each other.

"Your nails?" Sue nodded towards my right hand as she sipped at her drink. "You play guitar, right?"

I glanced down at my hands. The nails on my right hand were longer than those on my left hand, a dead giveaway. It wasn't the first time someone had noticed and I shrugged playfully. "I play a bit. Not too much these days. The nails are an old habit rather than a necessity."

"I've been learning to play for a few months. Had lots of time to practice." Sue smirked. "I'm not very good, but I enjoy it."

"That's the most important thing." I agreed with her. "Enjoy it and Practice. Practice, practice, practice. Practice makes perfect."

Sue laughed at my impersonation of a strict music teacher. "Don't think I'll ever be perfect. I just want to play a little, be good enough to play something recognizable."

"Not everything I play is recognizable."

Sue asked if I played in a band, or with other musicians, but it had been a while since music had been anything other than a hobby for me.

"I'd like to see you play." Sue casually commented. "I'm sure you're better than you're saying, and I'm sure I could pick up a few tips from you."

I wasn't sure what to say. The door was open for me to make a suggestion to Sue but I looked long into her eyes and saw only a giddy excitement that made her appear much younger than her age. I offered, "Well, you can come round sometime and I'll show you how inept I am, on the guitar."

"Deal." Sue accepted immediately, thrusting out her hand to me to shake our confirmation. Her hand felt soft and warm, echoing her face's homely, excited smile.

I left it at that for a moment, not wishing to push too hard. We went on to discuss some of the music she liked, and naturally on to books and movies. It was almost a shock when I realized that it was after four in the afternoon already, the time had just slipped pleasantly away.

As I started to think about wrapping up my afternoon I looked over to Sue again and simply offered, "Hey, you've probably got plans for this evening, but if you haven't and want to play a little guitar... I only live a mile away." The words came out naturally, like it was the expected progression of the day, rather than the crunch question it probably should have felt like.

Sue's eyes lit up as the offer sunk in. "I'd love to. You don't mind?"

"Hardly." I laughed. "I have no plans, and you've made me want to pick up a guitar for the first time in weeks."

"Let's go." Sue was now ahead of me, already reaching to pack up her bag.

We got in separate cars and Sue followed me to my apartment block. Once parked, I ushered her up the single flight of stairs to my apartment, opened the door and allowed her to walk into my life. A life, that had, thankfully, been tidied that very morning. I led her past the bedrooms, swiftly indicating what they were, and on to the open lounge, kitchen, dining room area.

"You have a lot of guitars." Sue almost shouted with excitement when she emerged in the lounge. I had four guitars on hangers decorating the wall. All of them were a little dusty, but very useable.

I put down my backpack and reached up for an old Yamaha acoustic. "This is what I play in here mostly." I told her while I plucked the strings and listened for the tuning. Once I was sure it was playable I handed it to Sue. "Here, play this while I get you a drink."

"Just some water please." She took the guitar without hesitation, sat on the sofa and let it rest comfortably on her knee.

As I went to the kitchen and pulled two bottles of water from the refrigerator, I heard Sue form a couple of chords and slowly strum the strings. I could hear that she was playing pretty basic things, but her fingers were moving well. She was a beginner, but had obviously been practicing hard.

"That doesn't sound too bad." I told her truthfully, handing over one of the bottles.

"I'm getting there." She seemed to appreciate my opinion. "I want to get to the point where I can play lots of songs, and a few styles. It seems slow going at times."

"It will be," I assured her, "but one day you'll realize you can play things you never thought you would, then you'll realize you can play most of what you want to. It's a bit like that when you're learning."

Sue held the guitar out for me. "Here, play something."

I'd heard those words countless times over the years from friends and acquaintances alike. "Play something." It was kind of a catch all demand to show that you really could play. I took the Yamaha and fingered a G chord, checking the tuning again. I sat next to her and quickly ran through a bunch of options in my mind, searching for something Sue might recognize. Because I was holding the acoustic and making a G I picked out the first few bars of John Mayer's "Why Georgia".

Sue's eyes widened visibly as I played through the intro and first part of the song. When I stopped she gushed, "I love that song! You play it so well. Is it hard to play?"

I showed her slowly that the chords were fairly basic and that the trick was knowing which strings to pick, with which fingers. I knew she wouldn't be able to play it without lots of practice though. "I can write it down for you, and then you can learn slowly, at your own pace. It'll take a while to put together and get the timing right."

I was impressed when she asked for the guitar back and formed the first chord. She tried three times to make just the first three notes, each time completely missing the subtle hammer-ons with her left hand fingers. Rather than show frustration, Sue laughed, looked up at me briefly then went back to concentrating on the fret board and trying again.

Her fingers looked petite and were occasionally slow as she tried to improve her coordination. I watched carefully as she bent over the instrument, giving me an unexpected view of her cleavage between the V of her green top. Her flesh moved against the guitar as her hands moved, bunching up her breasts and making them bulge against her bra. Her skin looked sublime, and I imagined a better view, just managing to avert my gaze to her fingers before she looked up and caught me staring at her boobs.

"I can't even get the first part." Thankfully, Sue was laughing.

"You're nearly there." I got of the seat and kneeled down in front of her. I reached up to take her hand and adjusted the position of her fingers slightly. "If you start like this, it's easier to make the next change."

Sue tried again, almost making it. "I see what you mean, but I just can't make my fingers work."

"Practice." I reminded her, reaching up to correct the position of her fingers again.

This time Sue looked at me, not our fingers. The look in her eyes was suddenly intense and the temperature in the room soared even before she said, "If I take the guitar away, would you keep your hand there?"

I resisted the urge to swallow and simply nodded.

Sue carefully pulled the guitar away with one hand and placed it next to her while I remained on my knees and kept our fingers entwined. Her eyes never left mine.

"I've not been with anyone since I was divorced." Her tome was almost confessional. ""You touch... your fingers... felt so good. I hope... you don't mind."

"No way." I pulled her had towards me and lightly kissed the back of it. Her skin was warm and soft. "It's nice to meet you Sue. To meet you properly."

I reached out for Sue's other hand and brought that one to my lips also. When I looked up at her face the intensity was still there, her eyes slightly watery now and her skin flushing with the new heat. "I... it's been so long. I'm... not sure I know what to do... how this works again."

I smiled and pulled on her hands gently to come and join me kneeling. "You don't have to worry about that. It's nice that you're here. Beautiful that you're here." I dropped her hands gently and wrapped my arms around her in a hug.

Sue seemed to relax a little as I held her, enough at least that I felt safe to ease away from her and come face to face. Sue's eyes flickered away from me uncertainly, then came back to hold my gaze. I eased forward an inch and kissed her on the nose. Her eyes closed now, comfortably. I eased my lips to hers. Not so much kissing her but just feeling them with the lightest possible touch.

When I did start to make small kisses on her lips, Sue immediately responded, wonderfully soft and with a building erotic tension as we explored each other's lips intimately. Sue's lips opened invitingly for me but before I pushed my tongue inside her I pulled gently on her upper and lower lips, pinching them playfully between mine. I could feel Sue's passion rising as she reached to hold my hand and felt her tongue start to come out to play with mine.

It was a restrained urgency we were feeling. Sue delicately kissed me as her hands felt around my torso and hugged me. I mirrored her actions until we were kneeling, facing each other, kissing tenderly but with a rising passion.

Her tongue reached deep into my mouth, enjoyed an erotic, playful exchange and then withdrew as she broke away from me slightly. Sue was smiling, a little shyly, but definitely smiling. "Are you... are you okay here, or do you want to go to... bed?"

I couldn't avoid a short laugh but Sue understood as I pulled her closely and hugged her tightly. "It's okay," I whispered, "it's just nice to be with you. Wherever you're comfortable."

Without a word Sue stood up, pulled my hand and led me through to the bedroom. When we got there I pulled the drapes, leaving the room dim, but with plenty of light to see each other.

Sue had climbed onto the bed and was kneeling when I eased over and climbed on to join her. She quickly started to pull at my shirt, wrenching it from my waistband. Her passion was erotic and feeling her want me was just plain hot. When she had freed my shirt, she paused before pulling it over my head. "I..."

I brought my finger to her lips and smiled. There was no need for excuses or explanations; this was a time for enjoyment, pure and simple.

When my shirt was gone Sue let her fingers wander over my bare skin, tenderly tracing my body's contours as the electricity between us built. She kissed me and her hands pressed harder into me. When we broke the kiss this time I reached for her and started to pull her top over her head.

Sue's eyes were closed when I rolled the top over and off her arms, then they opened, smiling as usual. I barely had enough time to take a good look at the white bra that contained Sue's breasts before she reached behind her back and undid the fastener. The material fell easily away, revealing her ample breasts and quarter-sized nipples in all of their sexy glory.

As soon as I touched her breast, rolling my fingers along the bottom curve of her form, Sue made a delicious gasp and closed her eyes. With the lightest of touch, it was easier to feel the weight of her, just by pushing up gently on her soft skin. I let my fingers ease up over her curve and discover her nipple. Her bud was already swollen as I squeezed it gently between my fingers. Sue's eyes remained closed, her body surrendering and her face showing delight.

I moved my mouth down to kiss the nipple of the breast I'd been holding and at the same time brought my hand up to play with the other one. Sue groaned, a low, sexy groan that made my cock pulse in my pants as a squeezed her nipple gently between my teeth. I sucked hard on her next, feeling her back arch as the pleasure shot through her body.

I tried to continue my attentions on her breasts with my hand and mouth, enjoying the sensations of her excited nipple as I played with it, rolling my tongue around it and sucking, but Sue was now highly excited and needed more. I felt her hands come to my chest and start to massage my skin, already working down towards the waistband of my jeans. While I continued to suck and nibble on her nipple Sue pushed her hand down inside my jeans and underwear. I closed my eyes involuntarily as I felt the skin on the back of her fingers rub against my erection as she pushed down. When her hand reached the bottom of my shaft she twisted it around and gripped my cock hard. It was my turn to groan with pleasure.

Despite the confines of my clothing Sue managed to work me with several slow, short strokes. I lifted my head from her breast, looked into her eyes and saw the playful fire of a very sexy woman intent on giving and receiving pleasure. "Your hand feels so good." I told her.

"Your cock feels good in my hand." Sue smiled and stroked me again. "I think it needs to come out to play. Take these off."

While I leaned back on the bed and slipped off my jeans Sue slipped to the edge of the mattress and pulled off her jeans down. I caught a glimpse of some pink panties for a second or two before she also pulled them away. When she turned her attentions back to me I tried to get a look between her legs but her thighs were closed as she leaned over and reached out to grab my hard cock. I moved across the bed to aid her quest and my solid member bobbed straight into her hand.

Sue's grip on me was firm and as we maneuvered back to a comfortable position on the bed she made a few long and delicious strokes along the entire length of my cock. The pleasure sensation she created in my body slowed me down momentarily and distracted me from my quest to find what heaven was between her legs.

We were kneeling in front of each other again and while she continued to make those wonderful movements up and down my shaft I reached between her legs. Sue's face burst into a smile as I found her soft, wet and hot pussy. She was soaking wet, all around her pussy lips, and I delighted in the silky feeling of her folds. I felt her trimmed pubic hair with my hand as I explored her with my fingers. I knew I'd found her clit when Sue's head slowly rose up and she sighed. I watched her face as it contorted in pleasure when I pushed my middle finger up inside her. "That, feels, so, good." She said in slow, breathy words that came from deep in her belly.

Sue's hand left my cock and she leaned her whole body back, almost pushing herself onto my finger as I worked it around inside her heat. I brought my thumb around to find her clit as I kept my finger moving in and out as far as I could go. It was fascinating to watch this beautiful woman lose control this quickly as she panted and gasped while she moved and my fingers pleasured her. Sue was a sensual creature and seeing her pleasure escalate was one of the hottest things I'd ever encountered. Between my legs, my rock hard cock hardly had enough play in it to move from its erect position as my body moved, pushing my finger into Sue.




Practice Makes Perfect



She grabbed for my cock again, forcefully. "I want you inside me. Now!"

Sue held my cock and pulled me over her as she lay back on the bed. As I maneuvered between her legs Sue opened them and allowed me to look down and see her swollen lips, inviting me to sink inside. I reached down and touched her again, delighting in her wetness as it covered my fingers. I pushed a finger inside her again and she squirmed. "I love feeling you." I told her, watching my finger as it slipped in and out of her.

"I need you." Sue almost growled at me as she wriggled off my finger and pulled my cock towards her wide open and slick pussy.

We locked eyes as Sue pulled me and I lowered my body towards her. When she got the head of my cock to her pussy she rubbed it up and down a couple of times, making sure I cold feel her opening and coating me in her juices. When her hand let me go I paused there, watching her eyes and the pleading look on her face as she wished for me inside her. I felt her pelvis rise to me, trying to engulf me, but I pulled away, keeping my cock touching her pussy lips, poised for entry. When she lowered her body back to the bed I followed that movement too, but this time I kept pushing down.

I entered her with one long push, slipping into her hot depth with ease. She was so wet and warm I sighed with satisfaction to simply feel her around me. Sue gave a long gasp as I entered and opened her eyes when I settled inside. Her face softened, that moment's desire fulfilled. "Nice," she whispered, "you feel perfect in there."

I wanted to bask in that glow all day, soak up Sue's beautiful face, her tender words and the heat of her body. There was no way my body would let that happen though. I pulled away slowly, until the head of my cock was almost out of her and then slid back inside. I did the same again, looking down at the silhouette of my cock disappearing inside Sue's pussy.

Sue's hands came around my back to grasp my bottom and immediately started to help my thrusts, pulling me into her and making sure that I ground against her clit in just the right way. I kept my rhythm slow and my strokes long as I looked down at Sue. She tried to keep my gaze as our excitement mounted but it was almost like she sighed with each stroke. I constantly switched my eyes between Sue's face and the wondrous sight of my cock moving in and out of her.

I was just beginning to feel the sensations and think about coming when Sue wriggled beneath me and my cock slipped out of her. I think she quietly said, "from behind," as she turned around and offered me her pussy from the rear but no words were necessary to explain that move. I quickly brought my cock up to her pussy lips again and pushed gently inside. I looked down and got an even better view of my cock sinking into Sue's pussy, this time just under a tight little asshole and between her round butt cheeks.

As soon as I started thrusting into her, Sue began pushing back hard onto me. I could feel that her excitement had reached a new level and my body responded by feeling the unmistakable renewed signs of an oncoming climax. I raised one leg from a kneeling position and placed my foot on the bed, allowing me to thrust with a more upward motion. Sue spread her legs further apart in response and immediately I could feel my balls slap against her damp flesh with each thrust.

As the slow burn of coming orgasm started I reached between Sue's legs and found her clit. It was swollen and soaked, but I heard her gasp as I left my fingers in place, moving slightly with my body as I thrust into her time and again. I tried to keep my rhythm slow, long and steady as my desire to plunge into her and make myself cum rose through me. Beneath me Sue was panting now, obviously close to climax herself. I pushed a little harder on her clit with my fingers, trying to synchronize climaxes.

It was Sue's reaching back to me and cupping my balls with her hand that did it. As soon as I felt her squeeze I knew there was nothing I could do to hold back and the hot flush of orgasm reached bursting point. She squeezed harder as I made a final thrust inside her and I felt the climax push and take over my body, rushing through my veins and burst at every nerve ending.

I grunted and pushed into Sue harder than ever as I came. As the first spurts of cum shot along my shaft and out into her pussy I pressed hard against her clit and rubbed, willing her to cum with me. Just as I felt her pussy get slicker than ever with my juices, Sue obliged. Letting go of my balls, she switched her hand to hold my fingers into her, ensuring they were clamped there as she came hard.

Sue let out a small scream as her climax peaked. I tried to thrust into her again but she gripped my hand tighter, urging me to stay put while she came. I felt her whole body shiver twice, then a huge contraction of her pussy muscles. Sue stopped breathing while the orgasm possessed her, then sighed and slumped onto the bed when it was done.

I slid on top of her, my cock still inside her. We were both breathing heavily.

If I thought that I would slip out of her and we could recover together, I was wrong. Sue slid to her side, my cock came out of her, and she started to settle, lying on her back. She grabbed my hand and led it back to her pussy. "I can cum again," she urged, "I need to."

I kneeled up again, gently rubbing Sue's pussy as she lay back, closed her eyes and enjoyed my work. My fingers dipped inside her, played with her lips and rubbed up and down the length of her opening. I watched her face as it gently contorted with my movements, and I suddenly had the image of playing Sue's body like it was a perfectly tuned guitar, my fingers controlling the tune and bringing the music to a crescendo.

Sue started panting as I plunged my finger in and out of her, pushing me hand into her clit as I worked. Her legs came up, wide open with knees on the air. She pushed down with her feet, raising her body off the bed as I continued to play her with my fingers. Sue grunted a few times as her moment got close and finally pushed further up off the bed, forcing my finger deep and my hand against her clit. I felt her heat as she flushed around my finger and after a few seconds she slumped back to the bed.

I lay next to Sue, my arm draped across her body, feeling her nipple against my skin. Her first reaction was a girlish giggle. "God, that was good."

I leaned over and kissed her lips softly. Looking into her watery eyes I said, "Felt like you needed that."

Sue smirked and nodded. "You noticed." She switched to lie facing me, our arms around each other. We kissed. "Felt like you needed something yourself." She smiled.

"You felt wonderful." I reached up to brush a stray hair from her face. "It was good."

"Not what I had planned this afternoon." She kissed me again, then backed away to look into my eyes. "But some things work out for the best."

It was hard to argue with that, so I didn't. I pulled Sue close and kissed her hard, letting her know that despite the quick pace of our passion, I felt that our coupling was more than two needy people falling towards each other.

"I still want you to write that guitar part for me."

I hesitated before answering. "No. I'm not going to." She puzzled at my words. "I think we should get together for some more lessons, until you can play the whole thing, at least."

Sue smiled and kissed me again. "Fine with me. But I'll warn you... I can be a really slow learner."

"Good."



Practice Makes Perfect



It had been a long, arousing day. Every moment possible, he'd brushed against her, or made a sexy remark, or just flashed her those luscious eyes and she'd felt the tingle between her legs. And he'd escalated the arousal, too, his touches becoming more bold and unmistakable, his gaze more heated and suggestive. So when he called to her and asked her to come into the bedroom, her body had flushed hot and she'd almost scrambled.

"I want to try something new, Cat."

He was sitting in the big chair, legs crossed casually at the knee, looking impeccable in his slacks and sapphire blue button up. The large tablet was laying across his lap and he'd steepled his fingers in front of him. She paused in the doorway, slightly confused and disappointed. 

"Like what?" Her voice was husky with need and he flicked stern eyes to hers.

"Like something new. Strip down to your panties and bra, and come sit in my lap." He was all Dominant, her Sir, and the submissive in her leapt eagerly up to obey. The desire rippling through her veins made her bratty though, and she sulked as she slowly moved to lean against the bed.

"Why panties? Why can't I be naked?" She felt the pout form on her lips and she bit them hard to stop it, but he saw the expression and lowered his eyebrows.

"I said panties. The longer you whine like a spoiled child, the longer this will take. Don't make me devise a punishment tonight."

She knew by now that His punishments were just barely pleasant enough to not make her cry, but they were hardly fun, and so she obeyed with only a slight reluctance. His eyes raked over her, bringing goosebumps to her skin, once she stood before him, and he released his legs as she moved to sit.

"Straddle my lap, then put your hands behind your back." She saw a flash of neon pink and knew he had one of the Velcro strap restraints hidden and wadded in his hand. Her stomach clenched with excitement and she trembled. Slowly, she lowered herself into his lap, her clothed crotch screaming in excitement as it pressed against his muscled thighs. She groaned softly when she slid her hands around to his, the movement pressing her forward and onto her clit. Mercifully he was quick with the restraints, and as soon as they were wrapped comfortably he pulled her back to lay against him and picked the tablet back up.

"You indicated that you'd like to watch porn with me. I think we'll do that tonight. Additionally, we'll work on orgasm control. Instead of racing right to the goal, we'll work our way up to it, and enjoy the ride."

His voice was smooth and washed over her like warm honey, but she stiffened slightly in frustrated fear. "Do we have to work on orgasm control? I'm kind of riled up already and I could almost cry." She whimpered and bit her tongue to stop, and he sighed deeply, his big body cradling hers.

"We do have to work on it, yes. I will give you a quick release now, but to earn my favor you need to be spanked, hard, 20 times. Do you still want a quickie?"

Cat's body screamed for freedom from the hormones racing through her and she pouted slightly before nodding. She hated the hard spankings, because they hurt more than she liked, and Chase was prone to using studded leather paddles and severe crops. But all the same, she felt she could endure the pain if it meant she could cum soon.

She leaned over the large ottoman in front of them, and his large hand took a firm hold of hers to prevent her from reaching for her stinging bottom mid-swing. He warmed her up by first rubbing his hands over her soft cheeks, tugging at the lacy boyshort legs, then surprised her with a swift, sharp slap against one side. She gasped and tried not to wriggle, and he let the sting almost go away before unleashing another harsh blow on the other cheek.

"Count the strikes. If I don't hear the number, I'll have to redo it."

"That was two." Her voice quivered and he shook her bound hands. "That was two, Sir," she quickly corrected herself, and he rubbed her back in approval before taking up her hands again and continuing the penance.

Another slap. "Three." Then two more, swiftly, on the same cheek. "Four-five." It stung and her skin was hot, and he swapped to the next cheek.

"S-six." His fingertips hit her that time, and her control weakened and she wiggled her hips. 

"Be still, pet." The authority in his voice stilled her movements and she nodded, swallowing a whimper.

He resumed, this time hitting her with several rapid, stinging smacks. She stumbled on her words, managing to gasp out the count. "Fifteen."

She heard a rustle, and then the smooth, cool sensation of leather brushed over her burning flesh. She gasped against her better judgment and shied away from it, and Chase jerked lightly at her cuffs.

"I said be still. Two more lashes for that infraction." Chase was enjoying the redness blooming across her ample bottom, but his hand was beginning to tingle and he wanted it intact for the pleasures ahead. He kept a basic leather slapper under the chair, among other toys, and he pulled it out with excitement. He pressed his hand against the crest of her cheeks to hold her hips still then tapped the leather against the back of her thighs. It was his second favorite fleshy part to redden, and he suspected she was getting too sore.

Cat felt the cool leather brush against her thighs and she gasped as he struck her sharply across both legs. His firm grasp on her hips tightened, and he took a handful of panties with it. The movement brought the cloth firmly inside her swollen folds and right against her already sensitive clit and she cried out as her body jerked. She clenched her hands into tight fists and struggled for control. 

"Hmm...what number was that?" His deep voice rolled over her again and she found strength in it.

What damn number are we on anyway? She fumbled in her mind before recalling it. "Sixteen, Sir."

He chuckled, his grip not loosening on the cloth and he tugged it again before hitting her across the thighs again with the slapper. It was harder this time and she almost came off of ottoman. She was distracted by the pain of the blow and the pleasure of the friction against her pussy and she gasped desperately for air.

"Seven...sevent-teen."

"Very good." More blows, randomizing between cheeks and thighs, and she arched higher with each one before collapsing in a shivering mess.

"Twenty two, Sir." That the words came out clearly impressed her and made it easier to manage the torment inside. She warmed to the purring approval in his voice.

"You did so well. Now, your reward." Almost with no warning he thrust two fingers inside of her slick, oozing walls and she clenched around them instantly. Her orgasm was imminent and she knew he knew it, and his thumb flicked down and buried her clit against her pubic bone. His fingers inside curled against her G-spot, and she was cumming before she knew it, the explosive sensation surprising her. She was overwhelmed and he stirred her pleasure higher and higher until her juices dripped down the inside of her thighs and her insides were cramping. 

Finally he withdrew, tracing slick circles on her back with his soaked fingers before settling her panties back into place with sharp, quick tugs. He didn't give her time to catch her breath, pulling her upright with one powerful arm under her torso, then settling back into the chair. His big hands gripped her hips and supported her easily as she resumed the straddling position as before. Her butt cheeks were sore and protested, along with her stinging thighs, but he tucked her neatly against his hips with zero regard for her discomfort.

"Now then." He picked up the tablet and leaned back, pulling her with him and putting his feet up on the ottoman. "I took a guess as to what kind of porn you might like, and I have a couple videos from a few different genres." He brought the device to life, and once he swiped past the lock screen Cat was greeted with spread pussies and hard cocks. Her eyes consumed the images hungrily and he tapped one to start it.

It was a generic, hardcore fuck scene, with several position swaps and a traditional money shot. Her interest was piqued, but not as much as it could be and she said as much.

"Hm. What didn't you like about it?" His voice was thoughtful and interested and she was struck at how deeply odd it felt to critically discuss porn.

"It wasn't really interesting. It was very basic, very bland. I'd want something a little more graphic, or different, or..." she paused and shrugged. "Shocking, maybe, I don't know."

Chase smiled, his cheek against her forehead and nodded. He rubbed the bristly beard of his jaw against her cheek and smoothed her hair back. "I see. Let's try this one."

He flicked to different video, one of a woman sitting behind a massive red dildo. Cat felt heat flood her at the mere sight of the toy, and this window proved intriguing. As the video went on, she felt her clit harden and she shifted restlessly against his legs. Chase's long, strong fingers stroked the inside of her thigh, starting at her knee and going all the way up to stop just before he touched her panties, then back down. Her body quivered and she whimpered and sighed as the video went on.

"So this is interesting, then? This is doing it for you?" He'd dropped his voice and it practically rumbled through her and she nodded.

"Why?"

His slow stroking distracted her from his softly voiced question and she squirmed. "Because she's touching herself, and she's all stretched out on that toy, and she's squirting. It's very graphic and strange, you don't see that every day."

His lips were against her ear now. "I see." His hand stilled on her thigh, spreading out over the middle and gripping the soft inner flesh. She squirmed again, grinding herself against him.

"Be still, darling."

She grumbled but became motionless and sighed. "I'm aroused by the video, Sir."

He smiled again. "I know. We're enjoying the ride, not racing to the end, sweetness."

The woman was screaming, her body quivering as the large toy glided in and out of her battered pussy and Cat sighed again. "I'd really like to touch myself, Sir. I could cum so hard watching this."

"I'm sure you could, and I'm sure you do. Not yet. We'll test your cunt after this video, see how wet you are, and then we'll see."

He was calm and authoritative, and her trust in her Master was solid, but she felt the frustration rise up anyway. She whimpered and twitched her hips against him, the prickling of his fine trouser fabric rasping against her panties and thighs and he locked his arm around her hips to quiet her. She could have sobbed. His hand was so close, his mouth was at her shoulder and his hard body rubbed against her with every movement.

Cat watched the countdown of the video impatiently, flicking her eyes between the dwindling number and the woman fucking herself silly. Finally it ended and she arched against him, and Chase chuckled softly. His hand slid down to cup her sex and she responded instantly, crying out and pushing down. Two fingers slid under the wadded, soaked cloth drawn between the folds of her pussy and ran the length of it.

"Oh, you are very wet indeed. Next video then." His hand pressed against her, the heel of his palm against her clit and she whimpered.

The next scene was similar, another large toy and another solo woman, but this one had a vibrating egg and she placed it against various parts of her body as she rode the dildo. Cat was enthralled, the woman was beautiful and the scenes were clearly shot, and Chase's large, warm hand was moving ever so slowly but firmly between her legs.

It didn't take long for her to be at the brink of orgasm, and she raced towards freedom with glee before sagging against him and sobbing when he pulled his hand away. "Not yet. We're not even close."

She bounced on her tingling cheeks in protest. "Why not?" She wanted to cry and rage and he soothed her.

"Ignoring your general desire to orgasm, the build up feels good, right? The stroking, the petting, the slow spread of heat from your delicious pussy to the rest of your body?"

She struggled to think through a hormonal haze and it took her a moment before she nodded, and he smiled. "Well, that's what we're experiencing now. The slow build."

Had she been more in control of her emotions, she would have glared at him, but she wasn't so she settled for a weak nod. They turned back to the video and he repeated the slow strokes, his big, rough fingers smoothing through her juices and bumping over her swollen clit. Again, he paused when she was too aroused, and her protests lessened with each repetition. She was more stimulated than she ever thought possible, descending into a dizzying pit of sensation and desperation and aching pleasure.

Chase felt her body relax. It was subtle, fractional, but it was there and he knew she'd relinquished control. He grinned and sat up, laying the tablet on the ottoman and wrapping his arms around her. She was pliant and willing, and he buried both hands between her legs. Two fingers went deep inside her while the other hand worked slow circles around her clit and she gripped his arms. Her breathing grew raspy and she ground against him, matching the movements of his fingers.

"Do you want to cum, little one?" His own voice was gritty, his cock growing to strain against his zipper at the feel of her hips moving against his. She nodded, her head on his shoulder and her body arched high.

"Please, Sir." She was far away, in a mist of lust and need and he swiftly reached for his belt buckle. One hand remained firmly pressed against her pussy, cupping it possessively, but he artfully freed himself with the other. The cool air felt good as his cock sprang from his pants, and he tugged her panties down to her knees with one rough movement. He gripped her hips and lifted her just enough to slowly slide inside, her soaking wet pussy wrapping around him and she shuddered hard. Her insides clenched solidly around him and he bit back a growl.

He returned a hand to her clit and she bucked. Her hands tugged at his shirt as she thrust, her hips bouncing and he struggled to slow her frenzied movements. His hands returned to her hips and he lifted her up. She cried out, and he plunged back inside her. "Slow and easy, Cat. Ride it out."

His gritty voice and lusty tone soothed her, and Cat instead began a gradual back and forth grind of her hips. Her wet panties were tangled at her knees, her hands gripped at his clothes and her entire body was tingling. She was disoriented, driven to obedient madness, and his big hands were guiding her. Her clit throbbed between her thighs, her insides were locked around his hard, satisfying cock, and when she twitched out of rhythm he took over. He snatched her against him, his hands cupping her breasts and his hips bounced against her ass. Her orgasm was like a hot tidal wave, and suddenly it hit her with an almost violent force.

She writhed against him, her still-burning cheeks rasping against his hairy body and his clothes, and he fucked her through it. Her pussy spasmed and tightened, juices gushing out of her and soaking his lap and she sobbed incoherent screams. Her vision had blacked out and her world was only the feel of his cock inside her and the waves of pleasure that poured over her. He grunted against her neck, biting her softly as he suddenly came, his dick pumping her full of creamy cum and throbbing intensely against her pussy walls.

Finally she sagged against an arm of the chair, panting against the electricity still coursing through her. Chase released her bindings and wrapped his arms around her and they relaxed in a sweaty pile. Her limbs were numb and he had to stretch her out comfortably on top of him.

"Did I do good?" She was still breathless and he chuckled.

"You did very good."