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Michelle

By: Harddaysknight



I was sitting at the dinner table when it first hit me. My two daughters were telling me that they had both been selected to attend a weekend band camp in the Poconos. They would leave next Friday afternoon and return Sunday evening.

Suddenly, my pork chop lost its flavor. It was Monday and I had a really bad feeling I would be going to Cleveland next weekend. It was a tremendous shock, yet I felt calm and rational. Had I been blind? Had I missed the signs? Had there even been any signs? Was I jumping to conclusions? 

I realized the answer to my last question would come tomorrow at work. There was still one piece to the puzzle. I felt dead certain that piece would fall into place tomorrow. The girls helped their mother clean the kitchen while I sat there, replaying the past few months in my mind. Try as I would, I could remember no unusual behavior or actions. If there had been any signs, they were small and imperceptible. 

A short while later the girls called me in to watch the movie they had rented. As I sat next to my wife, Michelle, I wracked my brain. She and our daughters laughed through the movie. I have no idea what the film was about.

I managed almost no sleep that night and I dreaded going in to work, as I never had before. Around midmorning, my worst fears were realized when I was called into my boss's office.

"I know it is short notice, Eric, but I need you to fly to Cleveland this weekend to handle the Jenkins account. I planned on sending Jeffers, but I think you understand this account better. Can you go, Eric?" asked George Stowe, the account manager.

There it was. Part of me reveled in solving a riddle with almost no clues, while another part of me was ill. I thought back to the conversation I had overheard a week ago. 

I had taken the elevator down to the lobby after work. Then I remembered I had left my car keys in my desk. I cursed to myself as I pressed the button to take me back up to the fifth floor and my office. As I picked my keys up, I and saw a letter I had planned to mail, so I headed for the room where we place our outgoing mail. To reach that room, I had to pass George Stowe's office. 

George was a few years older than I. He was a rugged man with an easy manner and a roving eye. I often wondered why his wife never caught him fooling around. He made tomcats look scrupulous. 

"If your kids do make that trip next weekend, I'll be sure to assign him to handle an account in Cleveland," boomed George with a chuckle. "Your pussy will get a real pounding from my big cock for two days straight. I'll tell Marge that I have to go to Cleveland. She never cares where I am as long as I leave her ice box alone."

"Some poor schmuck is going to have his wife fucked senseless by that asshole next weekend while he is doing some shit job in Cleveland," I smiled to myself. "Someday George will fuck the wrong wife and find himself in some deep shit."

With that thought, I put the letter in the tray and, like Elvis, left the building. I forgot about the entire thing. At least I forgot about it until dinner last night when my daughters told me they were going away for the weekend!

I had no reasons to be suspicious. I had no clue that Michelle knew George more than slightly. We never traveled in the same social circles. Yet, somehow, I would have bet a year's pay that I was going to be sent to Cleveland for the weekend. It came as no surprise when George explained how badly the company needed me to wrap up the Cleveland account. It would have been more of a bombshell if it hadn't happened.

I have always enjoyed chess and over the years I have become quite good at it. Michelle quit playing it with me years ago. She complained bitterly about my methods.

"You are supposed to capture the other player's king, Eric, not see how many of his players you can knock off!" she would rant. "Why the hell do you have to be so devious?"

I never bothered to respond to her complaints. Chess isn't a bang-head type of game. It requires finesse, and the ability to turn shit into shinola. I felt that if your bishop is going to be lost, make it work for you, or at least make it hurt your opponent. I developed a knack for turning impending doom into a positive situation. It sometimes took several moves, often away from the apparent conflict, but it was almost always successful.

I came to realize that life isn't too much more than a complicated chess game. I found that if I concentrated on a problem, and ignored the pain of a short-term loss, I could make a bad situation work for me. George fucking my wife would be difficult to put a good spin on, but who said the game would be easy?

"I'll tell Michelle tonight and plan on leaving Friday, George," I responded. "I want to thank you for giving me this opportunity. You won't regret it."

"I'm sure I won't, Eric," chuckled George. "I'll be fucking your wife before your plane lands!"

He didn't actually say the part about how he'd be fucking Michelle, but I read his mind as I left his office. I knew why he was so jovial. He was having a little laugh at the expense of an idiot cuckold husband. I wondered if he would be sharing that little anecdote with Michelle after he plowed her garden. 

Over the years, I had learned to think things through, rather than panic and do something stupid. George had my queen. Now I had to knock off some of his rooks, bishops, and knights to get to his king. The question was; how and where should I strike? Would I have the necessary pieces? Perhaps I would, if he didn't realize that I knew he had captured my queen. 

The most difficult part of the game for me would be acting like everything was fine at home. Odd behavior on my part would be noticed by Michelle immediately. It was a real shame, but I now viewed her as an opponent rather than my partner. That was not a good feeling, but a very reasonable one, given the circumstances. Mata Hari had nothing on Michelle!

I began to wonder why I was so certain she was fucking George. Couldn't it all be coincidence? Was I paranoid? Letting fear destroy what had been a good marriage, at least I had always felt it was, would be really stupid. I decided to test my 'unfaithful wife' theory before I took any drastic action. It would also give me time to plan my next few moves and anticipate George's, as well as Michelle's. 

If George was fucking Michelle, they had to communicate from time to time, though I had never seen any indication of it. How hard would it be for him to call her at work, or vice-versa? I wasn't a sleuth, or even suspicious, so all they had to do was be cautious. That afternoon, I came up with an idea or two to see if I was the odd-man-out in a love triangle.

"How was work, Sweetheart?" asked Michelle as I came through the door. She always got home half an hour before I did.

"Same shit, different day, Darling," I grinned. "I was thinking that since the girls were going away to band camp this weekend, we should do something together."

Was there a flicker of annoyance on Michelle's face? Was I imagining it?

"Ah, yeah, well, we probably could do something," responded Michelle. "I did promise my mother I would stop by her place on Saturday, but we could work around that. Is your weekend schedule clear?"

Why would she ask that? I hadn't traveled for work on a weekend in almost a year. Was she fishing, or possibly trying to remind me I was going to Cleveland so George could fuck the shit out of her? This was going to be an interesting game! That is, if it was a game and not my imagination.

"I have no plans," I lied. "Why don't we go to a show and dinner in the city Friday evening?"

There were two things about Michelle of which I was certain. She loved to go to shows and she hated to waste money. If she believed I was not going to be around, she would be reluctant to buy the tickets. George was not a theater kind of guy and the chance of being recognized at a restaurant we frequent was too great.

"It's kind of sudden, Eric," wavered Michelle. "We may not be able to get tickets."

"Michelle, we have gotten them on shorter notice than this. Do you want me to go on line and see what I can find?" I asked.

"No, I'll check into if you are so set on a show. Who knows what you would pick?" bitched Michelle. "I'll take care of it, as long as you are sure you will be able to go."

"Why wouldn't I be able to go? Did you hire a hit man to whack me? Did you read my horoscope and see impending doom for me?" I laughed. "Have you been chatting with Dionne Warwick again? Or was it the tea leaves?"

"Okay, Smart-ass. I'll see about getting the tickets tomorrow, okay?" grinned my once loving wife. "I can do it at work and be paid while I am looking."

The next day was Wednesday and George called me into his office just before lunch.

"You are getting packed and ready to go to Cleveland this weekend, aren't you, Eric?" he asked. "Did your wife understand how important this is to the company, and to your career?"

Why was he asking about me getting packed? I'm 53 fucking years old and don't need a nurse maid! Could it be Michelle had told him I was making alternate plans for Friday night? The way he mentioned how important it was to my career was a good touch. It was an implied, or inferred, threat. I wasn't sure which word was accurate.

"Not to worry, George!" I chuckled. "Michelle doesn't give me any shit. I have her ironing my underwear and folding my socks. I even told her I was going to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and to have my Sergeant Pepper jacket packed."

George looked at me funny, but didn't seem able to form a response, so I smiled again and left his office.

That evening after dinner I asked Michelle if she managed to order our tickets.

"I found some, Eric, but they are quite expensive. Are you positive you will be able to go if I order them?" questioned Michelle. "Don't think it will be okay to spend that kind of money and then come up with some lame excuse to get out of going."

"Where the hell is this coming from," I demanded. "Have I ever begged off a night of dining and theater? Why are you so convinced I won't make it?"

"I didn't say you wouldn't make, Eric. I just want to be certain that if we spend that much money, nothing will come up to ruin it," she replied quickly.

Was she worried that I was getting suspicious of her reluctance to order the goddamn tickets? Was she dying to ask about Cleveland? Did she know George had ordered me out of town for the weekend? Were my actions confusing her? I grinned to myself as I joined the girls in front of the TV.

I was at my desk Thursday morning around eleven when Michelle called. This was not a common practice, although she did call me from time to time. We chatted for a few minutes, but I couldn't help but feel she was waiting for something and that she really didn't have any reason to call.

Suddenly George appeared by my desk and asked loudly, "So Eric are you looking forward to Cleveland and the Hall of Fame?"

I had returned the phone to the cradle before he had managed two words. His surprise was apparent. 

"You bet I am, George. I had Michelle get a Jimi Hendrix wig for me to take," I stated with a straight face. "Maybe I'll have her pick up an Elvis jump suit, too."

My phone began ringing.

"Aren't you going to answer that, Eric?" asked George.

"What could be as important as a little chat with the boss?" I replied. "I'll let it go to voicemail."

George looked at me with his eyes slightly squinted, as if he was trying to decide something about me. Then he nodded, turned and walked from the room.

The phone rang again. Michelle was on the other end.

"Why did you hang up on me, Eric?" she demanded. "Did I hear someone asking you something?" 

"I am quite sure you didn't hear anything, Michelle. I hung up too fast," I responded. "I have to get back to work now. I'll see you tonight."

I hung up the phone before she could say any more and considered my next move. It occurred to me that I should gather some hard proof about Michelle's affair. It could be a real help in any divorce action. To that end, I purchased a tape recorder that could be sound activated, while I was on my lunch break.

When I got back to my office, I decided to stash it rather than answer questions about it when anyone came into my office. I went to put it in a supply closet not far from my desk, but when I moved some boxes of paper to hide the recorder, I saw one just like it!

Life is full of surprises! Once I realized what I was looking at, I wondered where the little microphone device was hidden. I followed the wire down the inside of the closet wall and it disappeared under the carpeting. On a hunch, I crawled around my desk looking at all the parts that touched the floor. There the wire was, running up the inside of my desk. I followed it and found the little microphone in a small nook, pretty well protected from my knees, and eyes!

It seemed that someone, probably George, was listening to me. How could I make that work for me? Obviously, I could stir up some trouble for him just by pointing it out to management. That would be if they posted someone to wait for him to check the tape and catch him red-handed. There had to be better ways to turn it to a positive thing. I decided to be very careful what I said in my office. He would know every word I ever uttered! I had to give it some thought.

Later that day, I tapped on George's office door.

"George, I'm sorry to bother you but I just remembered I had promised to take Michelle to a show Friday night. I don't think I will be able to make the trip to Cleveland," I blustered. "Michelle will have my balls if I bail on this. She warned me that if she ordered the tickets, I had better be ready to go, regardless of what came up."

I watched George mull this over. He knew I was lying. He also knew that he should have no way of knowing that I was lying. He had to be careful not to give himself away. It was my bet that he would think I had asked Michelle to order the tickets so I would have an excuse to not go to Cleveland. 

"I see what you mean, Eric. Tell you what. I'll buy the tickets from you and take my wife to the show Friday! Then you will be able to go next weekend, or whenever. Will that work?" he practically grinned as he complimented himself on circumventing my pathetic effort to avoid Cleveland.

"Gee, George, I guess it will," I reluctantly admitted. "Thanks for freeing up my weekend."

"It's my pleasure, Eric," George beamed as I turned and left his office. 

"I'll give your wife an extra load of cum to make up for the expense!" 

I know he didn't really say that last sentence, but again, I knew he was thinking it! 

"Did you get tickets to a show for tomorrow night?" I questioned Michelle when I got home.

"Yes, I did," replied Michelle. "Do you still plan on going?"

"Where the hell is that coming from?" I demanded. "You keep expecting me to change my mind. I would like to know why."

"I was just, well, it just seems like you.... I mean what if," stuttered Michelle. "I'm sorry I seem so dubious. I won't ask again."

I acted annoyed and stalked into the living room with a beer. Michelle must be wondering what the hell I was up to and why I didn't tell her about Cleveland. She couldn't ask because she should have no way of knowing I was being sent there. She knew I was not telling her the truth, but she also knew she couldn't let on that she knew. This was getting interesting. It was forcing Linda to go against all womanly instincts. She had me in a lie and couldn't even acknowledge it, let alone chew me a new asshole!

That simple little thought led to my next gambit in the game of silent, creative revenge. I could hardly wait to go into work Friday.

At ten-thirty I picked up my phone and dialed a number I knew was no longer in service. As I talked I watched the little tape recorder in my closet. A small indicator light came on and I knew it was show time.

I pretended to be talking to my brother, Chuck. I did the usual small talk thing for a minute or so. Then I set my trap. 

"Chuck, you don't need a book on sex! You should do what I do. It works great!" I asserted.

I waited a few seconds, as if Chuck were speaking on his end.

"Now listen to your older brother, and don't interrupt," I admonished. "Michelle always refused to let me fuck her ass. Then one night after a few drinks I was doing her doggy-style and admired her little brown eye. I just pulled my cock out of her pussy and pushed it into her ass before she could say or do anything. She cursed me and screamed for me to stop. The kids weren't home, so I just kept pounding into her. After a couple minutes, she stopped complaining and started moving with me. Pretty soon she had the mother of all orgasms! When I was ready to cum, I pulled out and pushed my cock into her face. She sucked me dry, Bro!"

I fell silent for a few seconds and then started in again. 

"To this day she denies that she loves anal sex. She uses all kinds of reasons and excuses not to have it. Every now and then I just push my cock into her ass when she isn't expecting it. She still screams and curses for a minute or two, but she always has intense orgasms and sucks my cock dry when I put it in her face. It is always an incredible sexual experience." 

I felt like I was on a roll so pretended to hang up. Then I dialed a local floral shop.

"Hello. This is Eric Swenson and I'd like to order a corsage and have it delivered to Mrs. Martha Stowe. She is going to the theater tonight, so make it something nice. Please include a card. I want it to say this: "Have a great time with George at the theater. I will be thinking of you from Cleveland. Signed, Eric Swenson." Then I gave them George Stowe's address.

I went home at lunchtime to pack for my trip. I had considered not going, but what would be the sense. It was obvious that Michelle and George had found ways to get together before I suspected anything. I decided to improve my status with the company, just in case George ever left, died, or was terminated. I wanted to be the one that was offered his position. As I was leaving, I asked a secretary to deliver the theater tickets to George. He didn't know it yet, but he was going to need them.

I left a short note to Michelle apologizing for missing the theater engagement, but I explained how George had magnanimously offered to buy the tickets and take his wife to the show. I installed my recorder under the bed and called a cab to take me to the airport. If Michelle were innocent, she would be pissed over my deception, but would get over it. If she were guilty... well, it would be a memorable weekend! 

I had a great trip to Cleveland. I schmoozed and ass-kissed to the utmost and I felt it had paid off. I secured the account and made a strongly favorable impression on some of the company's best clients. I strolled into our house around five Sunday afternoon. I saw the bags on the floor and knew my daughters had just arrived home as well.

"Hey, Dad, where did you get that jacket and the wig, and why are you wearing them?" asked Rita.

"Yeah, Dad," chimed in her sister. "You look like Jimi Hendrix' and Paul McCartney's lovechild!"

"How would a 16 year-old kid know who I am?" I asked incredulously. "Most people in their 50's on the flight never even guessed that I'm Jimi Hendrix dressed as Sgt. Pepper!"

"Could it be all the albums and tapes and CD's you have forced upon us since birth?" laughed Rita. "You would have loved the camp we were at, Dad. We practiced some songs from that album. You probably would have cried or something."

I felt a surge of pride as I considered my daughters. They were beautiful, smart, talented and possessed great humor. Even if Michelle had lost her way, she had given me treasures beyond compare. Where was Michelle?


Michelle



"Do you girls know where your mother is?" I asked.

"We just got home, but it is funny she isn't here. Do you think she ran off with the mailman, Dad?" grinned Becky. "Wait, it's Sunday and there wasn't any mail. Not to worry!"

As Becky finished speaking, the phone rang. She answered it, and immediately became quite serious. She answered "yes" three times, listened another minute and then hung up. 

"Mom is at Wilson General," gasped Becky. "She just came out of surgery!"

We all rushed out the door and piled into the car. The ten-minute drive was consumed with fear and speculation about Michelle's health. Becky had been told what room Michelle was in and we rushed to it as soon as we reached the hospital. 

The girls went into the room, but an older, very stern nurse stopped me with a question.

"Are you Mr. Swenson? Or possibly Ringo Starr?"

"I'm Eric Swenson, but thanks for the guess. What happened to my wife?" I demanded.

"I am sure you are aware your wife has been troubled with hemorrhoids for some time, Mr. Swenson. It isn't too uncommon for women to develop after having children. She came in a few hours ago with some serious bleeding, and related problems. She was taken to the O.R. immediately. She is doing much better now and should be able to go home in a day or two," concluded the nurse.

I nodded gravely in understanding. The nurse started down the hall and I stepped into a nearby Men's Room. Later, I would wonder if my laughter had echoed down the corridor. 



Michelle



My name is Michelle, and I'm an exhibitionist. No, this isn't one of those -aholic things, I'm just telling you who I am. Ever since I started growing boobs I saw the looks that all men gave me. For some people this would freak them out, but for me it just made me want them to see more. My clothes started getting tighter and more skimpy, which brought me even more attention. 

Now that I'm 18, I figure that I can do as I please. I love wearing short skirts to class so I can see if my teachers will look. For you wives out there who think your husbands don't look- you're wrong. They all look. I always catch the drooling freshman staring at me too. They are mostly just an annoyance, but if I need a quick fix they will do. The funny thing is that I haven't shown all of me yet. Up until now I was fine with revealing clothes. 

The mall is my favorite playground. To find these small clothes I have to shop in the girls' section. I'm 5'5" and weigh 103 pounds. I'm still trying to get rid of those 3 pounds. A crop top t-shirt for a younger girl is perfect for me. They are very tight and just barely cover my 34B breasts. I usually try to find white so everyone can see through them. Same thing goes for skirts, and I usually pick cotton over denim because they hug my hips better. 

When guys see me coming towards them in my extremely tight top and skin tight cotton skirt, they can't help but stare. I always turn back to see if they notice my thong sticking out the top around my 22 inch waist. They almost always do. The ones who are walking with their girlfriends are usually more discreet, but they still look. I wouldn't say I am gorgeous, but everyone says that I'm pretty. I'm sure my long blonde hair and blue eyes help me some. 

I think most guys would think that I get around, but the truth is that I'm still a virgin. I've had plenty of opportunities, but I'm just waiting for the right guy. Oops, I got sidetracked from my mall tales. One of my biggest thrills is when older guys look at me. Guys from around thirty to forty can be quite attractive. I love the rugged look. If I'm with friends and I see one checking me out, I'll usually find a way to get him going. The food court is a good place for that. 

When I know a good looking guy is watching, I'll do subtle things like cross and uncross my legs. Their eyes always get big when they see my thong. Just in case they might miss it, I'll do an obvious move like part my legs while laughing at a friend's comment. I make it obvious, but not outright obvious. When I leave I always make a point of waving at them or walking by and touching their shoulder. A few have asked for my number, but I just smile and keep walking. 

Another big favorite is my little brother's friends. They are such easy targets, and they all stare at me. When they stay overnight I tease them unmercifully. I rarely wear a bra at home, so when his little friends are over I'll wear a loose shirt and watch as they try to see my tits. I only bend over far enough to let them see cleavage, though. I'm not going to let them see them. Once in a while I'll "forget" that they are there and walk out in just a long shirt and panties. 

"Oh, I forgot you guys were here," I'll say. "Have you seen my cell phone?" They will search for it and of course I know where it is. I usually leave it on the floor by the couch, and when I bend over to pick it up they all get a nice view as my shirt rides up and shows off my panties. 

"Thanks for looking, guys. Don't make too much noise, I'm going to bed now."

I learned a long time ago to lock my door at night. Many times I've heard the doorknob move from one of my brothers' friends trying to get a free view. I draw the line at when I'm asleep because I want to know if someone is watching me. The towel from the bathroom to my room is another classic to use. It covers more than my mall clothes do, but to guys there is always that hope of the towel accidentally falling or opening up. It never has, but they still look. 

Most of my neighbors were all old people, but a couple of years ago a couple moved in next door. I didn't pay that much attention to them, but I did notice when she moved out. My older brother told me he had heard that she was a little too friendly with a co-worker of hers. He was mad, of course, that she hadn't looked next door for a playmate. That's my twenty year old brother for you. He and his friends only think with their small head. 

I was friendly enough with Dave next door to know his name and what he did for a living. He did something with computers. He and my dad have a couple of beers by the pool once in a while. The good thing about living just south of Phoenix is that if you were brave you could use the pool year round. I have a great time parading around in front of my brother's college friends. It seems like the only time they come over is to use the pool. 

The guys really like my red bikini. Mom makes me wear something with a back to it, so I found a bikini with a micro-bottom. It was like a panty, but short enough to show butt cleavage. The top showed the bottom of my tits and barely covered my nipples. They all wanted me, but none of them did anything for me. They can look all they want, but they can't touch. I've been called a tease many times, but I'll take that over being called a slut. 

I had a ton of fun with these guys. I'd walk by them in the house and lift up my skirt and flash them some thong. I never let my younger brother's buddies see my thong, but my older brother's cronies had seen it many times. But still, they weren't as fun as teasing my teachers and everyone else. My parents had seen me in bra and panties, or less, so many times that they were immune to it. They didn't like me dressing so scantily, but there is no stopping me. 

My science teacher is my favorite to flash. I'm pretty sure he has seen all of my panties. From my plain white ones, to my frilly red ones, to my see through black ones. It's amazing how clumsy he is, considering he is always dropping his pen while he's at his deck. I pretend not to notice him, but every time he's down sneaking a peak up my skirt. I've only had trouble with one teacher. My math teacher, this old, and I mean Jurassic-era old man, whined to the principal. I gave the principal the pouty lips look, and all was forgiven. 

So one night I'm changing clothes in my room and I see my neighbor Dave walk by a window. I quickly covered up, but I soon figured out that with his lights on he couldn't see me anyways. The devious part of my mind thought of something else. I started to get really turned on thinking that he might have seen me. Soon I was trying to talk myself into letting him see me. Once I was sure I might try it, I went into planning mode. 

It had to look like an accident, as I didn't want him telling my dad I was flashing him. His office is right across from my room, so I figured that was the best place to try and catch him. He worked a lot from home, so the odds were very good that I could pull something off. His desk faces outside, so when he's sitting there he could see right into my room. I noticed one day that at dusk he could tell when lights were turned on over here, so that was the start of my plan. 

The next day at school I could barely pay attention to class. All I could think about was trying to flash Dave. I hurried home from school and sat down to think over if I really wanted to do this. I couldn't concentrate on my homework so I just chilled out. Supper came and went and the sky was finally getting dark. I peeked out of my window and saw that he was at his computer. I snuck back out of my room, turned on my light and strolled into my room. 

I did an over-exaggerated yawn so my arms would draw his attention. I saw him look up, so while my arms were coming down from my yawn I grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it up and over my head. I was now standing there in my black bra and shorts. I wasn't looking directly at him, but from the corner of my eye I could see that he was still looking out. It felt so hot to have him staring at my bra. I made a big deal of finding something to wear by walking around, in view, until I finally grabbed a shirt and covered back up again. 

To make it look like it wasn't just for him, I left the light on and sat at my desk for a few minutes before leaving. Now that it was over I noticed that I was wet. I couldn't believe how turned on I was. At bedtime I closed the curtains and took off all but my panties. I usually sleep in only panties, but this night was intense. As soon as I was in bed I fingered myself to orgasm thinking about being seen. Now that I had finally done it, I knew the next parts would be easier. 

By coincidence, but more likely on purpose, he was at his computer at the same time the next day. I turned the light on and entered my room. I put some clothes away and basically a bunch of nothing until he saw me. I went to my closet and took some clothes out. After laying them on my bed, I took my shirt off. This time I was wearing a normal white bra. I made a show of holding shirts up to me and looking in the mirror to see how they looked. 

My mirror was behind my door, which is directly across from my window. I would put up one shirt, make a face showing I wasn't sure, then go grab another one. After pretending to finally find the right one, I next started on skirts. Getting some courage up, I pulled my shorts down and kicked them onto my bed with my foot. I was so hot from standing there in just a bra and thong underwear. I could feel his eyes on my basically naked butt. I tried on a couple skirts till I decided on the right one. 

I put all of the clothes except what I picked out back into the closet. Satisfied that I had the next day's clothes all ready, I pulled my loungewear pants on, then pulled a t-shirt on over my head. To keep up the illusion of normalcy I started up my computer and surfed the internet for a bit. I gave it a half hour before I went back downstairs again. I stayed to my routine of coming in later and closing the curtains before changing. I didn't want to let him know it was on purpose yet. 

I continued the just bra and panty show for about a week before I finally decided to let him see more. I did my normal after supper change, but this time was different. I turned on my TV, which is on the side of the room, and took off my shirt facing it. This would give him a profile look, and I could pretend I was watching whatever show was on. I gave it a few minutes, then when a commercial came on I acted like I was hurrying to get things done during the break. 

I turned away from the TV and noticed him watching me. Reaching behind my back I unhooked my bra and pulled it over my head. I walked over to my closet and grabbed a shirt, turned to face him, and walked back towards the television. He had a straight on view of my tits this way. I could sense his eyes on my exposed breasts, and I pictured him seeing them for the first time. He could see the pale white skin, the light pink areolas, and the nipples that were a darker shade of pink. 

My nipples were so hard that they ached. I wanted to rub them so bad, but I was still playing innocent. The commercial break was over, so I sat down on my bed and finally put my shirt on. I waited until whatever mindless sit-com was on was over until I turned it off and left my room. I was so wet that I was afraid my dad or brothers would smell my excitement. 

Every day warranted a different show for Dave. One night I discovered he had his window open, so I came in and took off my shirt. While I was setting the shirt on my bed, I dialed my cell phone from the house phone. I could see him notice the ringing, and since it was ringing I had to answer it, and it's oh so hard to get dressed while talking on the phone. I can't stand still when I'm on the phone so I walked back and forth around my room topless, pretending to talk to some guy. I finally said that I had to go, I had to get dressed in case someone came in. 

I didn't flash him everyday, though, because I didn't want to make it look too regular. Some days I wouldn't show any skin at all, and some days I would wear just my thong. I had gotten pretty deep into my need to have him see me, and I had to think of bigger and better ideas. I was flashing my hot science teacher one day when I finally decided the time had come to show Dave everything. 

It was about time I finally decided because my grades were starting to slip from plotting during class. That night I took a shower and went back to my room instead of changing in the bathroom. I flipped the light on and saw him look up, so I undid the towel and tossed it on the bed. From the corner of my eye I could see his eyes get really big. From how he sits I basically can only see his eyes, but I am quite sure his mouth was open wide. 

I stood there and combed my hair so I could delay getting dressed. He finally could see what was hidden under my thong. I'm sure I must have looked pretty young to him, with my shaved pussy and all. I turned and walked over to the mirror so I could check on my combing work, plus I could see him looking at my bare ass in the reflection. Calling it done, I first hiked up my panties then put on my shirt. After pulling my long hair out from under the shirt, I grabbed my shorts and wiggled into them. 

With towel in hand I killed the lights and went downstairs. I sat in the living room by myself thinking about what just happened. I was so excited, yet I couldn't tell anybody why. I was afraid of what people might think, so this would be my own little game. Now that he had seen me, the next event would have to be big. I already had something in mind, but it would take a little bit of work first. "I'll start it before I go to bed," I told myself. 

I was feeling a little suspicious that evening, so I waited for everyone to go to bed before I started. Next, I got out my digital camera for part 1. I've used the timer function many times, so it was easy to set up my own personal studio. Okay, it's not as nice as a studio, of course, but I did take many pictures from one camera position. I have this spot on my bookshelf that is the right height for taking self pictures if I stand in the correct spot. 

I started out with wearing a normal white shirt and a blue cotton skirt. I took a smiling picture and a serious picture this way. The second picture involved a sly smile while I held up my shirt just enough to show my belly. One from behind was next, with me looking over my shoulder at the camera. I then turned facing the right way again and held up my shirt enough to show one bra covered boob. 

You get the picture, I took a picture for each stage of showing some more skin until I was totally naked. I think my favorite pose so far had been topless with my hands covering my boobs. I always think those kind of pictures are very sexy. The naked ones started out tame, too, and then ended up with me spread eagle on my bed. I had to move the camera for that one, but it was worth it. I decided on one last one since I was on the bed, and got on my hands and knees and lifted my ass up with my legs spread apart. That should be a classic. 

Phase 2 began with me putting on my matching red bra and panties, tight jeans, a button up shirt and putting my hair in a pony tail. I wanted it to appear that this was done on different days, not within minutes of each other. Once that was done I snuck downstairs and grabbed the bag with all the camcorder items in it. I had my own memory card for the digital camcorder, so I wouldn't have to worry about my parents or brothers accidentally seeing my show. I decided to use the tripod for this so I could get a more natural angle. So I plugged it in, checked the framing, and hit record. 

I tried to be as sexy as I could as I stared at the camcorder. I gave a sly smile and started to seductively move my hips around. I ran my hands over my clothed body, caressing my chest and turning around and rubbing my denim covered ass. I looked over my shoulder at the camera and unbuttoned one button. I turned back around and slowly undid the rest of them. I held the shirt in place so it revealed as little skin as possible. 

When I was finished I turned around again, and I opened my shirt up all the way so you could see my hands holding the fabric, but could still see no skin. I held it closed again as I turned back around, and this time I pulled the two sides open, revealing my red bra. About this time I decided I would talk to the camera too. I pretended to be all innocent, coyly placing one finger on my lip, and said "do you like that? I bet you do. I bet you want me to keep going, right? So maybe I will."

I made like I was going to take off the bra next, but slid my hands down to my jeans. I undid the button on top and unzipped them all the way. Just a faint red was spotted before I turned around again. This time I moved back and forth as I slowly slid my jeans down my butt until both cheeks were in the open. I giggle to the camera and pulled them back up again. 

"Oh," I said, "did you want me to take them off?"

I turned back around and wiggled my jeans down past my red, barely there, thong. This time I kept going and pushed them down my legs until I stepped out of them, making sure I was showing a lot of cleavage on the way down. I kicked them out of the way and stood there in just my underwear. 

"I bet you want to see what's underneath these, too. Is that right, big boy?" 

With my back to the camcorder, I unfastened my bra and let the shoulder straps hold it. Facing forward again, I slid each bra cup up very slowly. First the bottoms of my breasts were seen, then my areolas peeked out. When my nipples came free I quickly pulled the bra over my head and dropped it. 

"Do you like them? I know you want to suck on them. Will you suck them for me?"

Next up, I grabbed the barely there straps on my thong and started pulling them down. I stopped just at my bulge for dramatic effect, then pulled them off without any fanfare. I posed totally naked for the camera, staying still so it would capture my perky tits and my bald pussy. I turned around and showed off my naked butt, wiggling it for that extra added touch. 

"Oops, I seem to have dropped my thong on the floor. I think I better pick it up," I said as I bend all the way over with my legs still straight. I struggled with picking them up and held that position for a tad bit longer, but totally on purpose. 

"I hope you liked the show," I said to the camcorder. "Let me know if you did. Bye." 

I waved to the camera and walked over to push stop. When I pushed stop I realized that I had to do one more thing. I moved it to another area and pushed record again. The film then showed me walk to my bed and sit down. 

"I am so horny that I had to add one last thing to it."

I leaned back so my pussy was in direct view, then started fingering myself like mad. My fingers were a blur on my clit, and as I was about to cum I rammed 2 fingers inside me and was rocked by a fabulous orgasm. I was feeling a little guilty now so I went out of view and turned the recording off. Not 1 minute later I was loading the movie onto my computer. I got dressed and put the tripod and the other things I took out by the bag so I wouldn't forget any of it. 

Finally it was done and I watched it. I couldn't believe that was me stripping like that. The clip lasted just 6 minutes total, but it would do the job for sure. I renamed the file "me being naughty" and put the camcorder away. The second computer task was picking out the pictures I liked best from the digital camera. I saved all but 3 pictures and put them in their own folder. I moved the video clip into this folder and renamed the folder "Private! Keep out!" I hid it inside of another folder until I knew I was going to need it. 




Michelle



Now that I was done with all my prep work, I started to get really sleepy so I went to bed. If it worked out like I planned, tomorrow would be the day. With all my planning done, I feel asleep right away and slept like a baby. I had a very sexy dream that night, too. I dreamt that I was naked in front of the whole school. I woke up just as I was about to be spanked by the principal. Oh well, his loss. 

School was a blur and I soon found myself walking up my driveway. I glanced over and saw that Dave was home today, and I knew this was it. I was the only one home, so everything was perfect. I changed into a short skirt and a super tight shirt and went downstairs to use the phone. I grabbed my mom's phone list and found Dave's number. Before I talked myself out of it I quickly dialed the number. 

"Hello?"

"Hi, Dave, this is Michelle next door. I hope I'm not a bother, but I have a question for you."

"Hi Michelle. You aren't a bother, so what can I help you with?" 

"You're like a computer guy, right? Well, my computer won't connect to the internet and I don't know what to do. I can't wait days for the guys to show up, and I was wondering if you could come over and check it out for me."

"I'd be glad to look at it for you," he said, "I'll be over in about 5 minutes, is that fine with you?"

"It sure is, thank you so much. See you in a few," I answered as I hung up. 

I ran upstairs and fired up the computer. When it was loaded I moved my special folder to the desktop, and then when into my firewall and blocked Internet Explorer from getting access to the internet. I figured this was the easiest thing for him to find, and also that it would actually stop me from getting onto the internet. Now that I was set up I went downstairs and waited for him to come over. I saw him coming so I greeted him at the door.

"Thank you so much for doing this, I don't know what I would have done. I have a paper due tomorrow and I have to research some things first."

"Oh, it's not a problem at all. I just hope I can help you. Where is your computer?" he asked. 

"Oh, duh, I'm sorry. It's in my room. Come on up" I replied and showed him the way. I could feel his eyes on my bare legs and barely covered ass. 

"Here we are. It'll probably take you a few minutes, so do you mind if I take a shower while you do your magic? I figured if I was in here with you I'd talk your ear off and you'd be here all day."

"That's fine," Dave said, "I'll just see what I can find."

I told him thanks one more time before I headed towards the bathroom. I decided to take a long shower to give him time to figure it out and then get snoopy. I came back to my room about twenty minutes later, and he was just sitting there waiting for me. He looked a little different to me, so I'm guessing he saw what was in the folder. 

"I found what was wrong. It seems that your firewall blocked all internet access. I changed your settings to allow it again, and it's working just fine now."

"Thank you so much, Dave, I just didn't know what to do. How can I repay you for this?"

As he was getting up out of my chair he told me "it's no problem at all. You got me out of the house for a while and I got to feel useful. Call anytime you need some help."

At this I gave him a big, tight hug and called him my hero. He turned a wee bit red at this, but kept his cool. I walked him down to the door and said goodbye. When he was out of sight I took the stairs two at a time and raced into my room. I checked the history on the computer and saw that he had in fact seen the folder. The history listed the picture files, the media player, and to my surprise hotmail was also accessed. I use yahoo, so it took me a few moments to catch on. 

"Oh my god!" I thought to myself. I bet he mailed himself my folder. It was just under 10 megabytes, so hotmail would mail it no problem. I for sure hadn't expected him to do this, and instead of getting worried, it just turned me on even more. There is no way he would tell my parents because he would be busted, so they were just for him. My pussy was all wet thinking about him masturbating looking at my pictures and movie. 

That night I couldn't get anything done. My mind was definitely in a different place and I couldn't focus on anything. I went up to my room around 10 and knew I wouldn't sleep so I sat down at the computer. Not 2 minutes after I got upstairs my phone rang. I could see by the caller ID that it wasn't anyone in my phonebook, but I answered it anyways. 

"Hi Michelle, it's Dave."

"Hi Dave, what's up? Hey, how did you get my number?"

"Your parents gave it to me in case I had to reach you for them."

"Hmm, that makes sense" I replied. 

"How's the computer working? Everything still fine?"

"It sure is, thanks again for helping me out."

"Oh, it's my pleasure. My pleasure. Speaking of that, I have a confession to make."

"What is that, Dave?"

"Well, I found the problem pretty fast so I was left with time to waste, so I was looking at what you keep on your computer. You learn a lot about people by what they have running or linked. I'm a little embarrassed to admit this, but I looked in your private folder on the desktop. I saw everything, Michelle."

"Ohmygod, you weren't supposed to see that! Please don't tell my dad, he would kill me!"

"I'm not going to tell anyone, dear. Like the folder said, it was private. I should have stopped when I saw the pictures, but something came over me and I had to see it all. I watched the movie too."

"I….I don't know what to say. I'm so embarrassed I could just die. But, can I ask you something?"

"Don't be embarrassed, and ask anything you like," he said. 

"Do you think I'm fat in those pictures? I keep trying but can never seem to get rid of those last few pounds. I mean, did I look okay to you?"

"You are perfect. You are probably the cutest girl I've ever seen, and then I saw those pictures and movie and now it's official. You are gorgeous, Michelle. Who did you make that video for?"

"Wow….you are too kind, you are just saying that. I made that movie for….a friend. Did you like it?"

"I liked it very much. Do you want a surprise?"

"Sure, what do you have in mind, Dave?"

"I want you to turn off your light and open your shades."

"Uh, okay." I turned off the light and walked over to the window. When I opened the shades, I saw Dave standing in his office. He was totally naked, the phone in one hand and his dick in the other one. When he saw my reaction, he took his hand off of his dick and waved at me. For an older guy he had a great body and I openly stared at him. 

"I figured with all of the shows you've been giving me that I should repay the favor. You made the video for me, didn't you?" he asked. 

"Yes, I did."

"I knew it. I really like it, by the way. I was just sitting here watching it again and decided to call you. Do you mind that I emailed your folder to myself? It was pretty bold of me, but I couldn't resist. You look so damn hot, Michelle. So, do you like my cock?"

"I don't mind, as long as you don't share it. And yes, I do like your cock. It's a little hard to see from over here, but I like it. What if my parents see you?"

"Yours is the only light on right now, so I figured it was a good time to do it. Your nightly shows make me so horny, and yet you weren't getting anything in return. You see, I'm an exhibitionist too. I knew what I was seeing when you were trying to find different ways to show me. You are pretty inventive. After your dad told me you were 18 now, I was biding my time until I could show you. I'm glad you finally got to see me, we'll have to do it again sometime. Goodnight Michelle."

"Goodnight Dave" was all I could think of. I was so shocked by what happened. I loved the fact that he had figured me out. He was enjoying it, and I knew he wouldn't tell anyone. Especially now that he had exposed himself to me. He didn't bother to get dressed at all, he just walked towards the door and turned off the light behind him. It was late and I was tired, so I went to bed thinking about his dick sticking out in front of him. He was as excited as I was.

The next day after school I was walking down my street, after getting off the bus, and my phone rang. The past evening I had programmed Dave's number in so I would know if he called again. I looked at the phone and there was his name. 

"Hi neighbor," I said as I answered it. 

"Hey hot stuff. Nobody is home at your house yet, so turn up my driveway and come right in. I want to show you something. If you want to, that is."

I just answered "okay" and pushed end. He was waiting for me inside the door. I didn't know if he wanted to make sure everything was cool, or if he wanted more. I'd soon find out, I guess. 

"Thanks for stopping. I just wanted to tell you in person how much I liked the pictures and the video. You are so beautiful. My ex-wife thinks so too. She always said you'd turn out to be gorgeous."

"I'm glad you liked them. You are the first person I've flashed. I've only done panty flashes before. I thought you were cute, and I figured if I tried to keep them innocent you wouldn't tell on me. And then last night, wow, that was so cool."

"I'm glad you liked that too. It's always a good thing when they don't laugh after seeing you naked. Just let me know when you want to see it again."

"How about right now?" I said.

His answer was undoing his button, unzipping his fly, and pulling his pants down to his ankles. He was still in his boxer briefs, and I saw him look to see if I disapproved. I smiled so he pulled them down too. He was already half way hard, and the thing sprang free as the underwear past by. He wasn't huge, probably about seven inches, but it was thick and looked very nice. He let me stare at it awhile, then he asked me another question.

"Have you ever seen a guy jerk off before?"

"No," I replied, "I haven't……yet."

"Do you want me to?"

I nodded yes, and he took his pants all the way off and starting walking upstairs. I followed close behind him, staring at his hairy butt. We entered his bedroom and he motioned me to take a seat in the chair by the bed. He stood right in front of me and started stroking his dick. I was eye level with it and no more than 2 feet away from him. He started slowly at first, but change speeds many times. He would go from noisily slapping his hand against his balls to slowly sliding over his shaft and head. 

About 5 minutes later he laid down on his back on the bed and motioned for me to sit next to him. When I sat down, he started to furiously stroke it. He said "here it comes" and I watched his cum shoot out. The first few spurts landed on his chest and belly, and the last of his cum just ran out and over his shaft, collecting in his pubic hair. I had given hand jobs before, but I had never watched it as a spectator. It was thrilling to see him do it to himself. 

He was pretty mellow after that, and he said "I've never done that before. Well, I've done it, but never in front of someone before. Are you okay with what happened?"

"Mmm, hell yeah I'm okay with that. That was hot. We'll have to do it again sometime."

We decided that it wouldn't look good if my family saw me coming from his place, so I left before they got home. I right away went up to my room and stripped off my clothes. I could see Dave in the window, so I started rubbing my tits. My left hand found its way down to my wet pussy and I spread my lips for him to see. He gave me a thumbs up gesture, which made me laugh. I put my index finger inside of me and then brought it up to my mouth and licked myself off my finger.

This brought a round of applause from my audience and I bowed accordingly. I heard the door downstairs close so I waved at Dave and got dressed. Since it was Friday night, my parents decided they'd go out on the town. My brothers were off doing whatever they do, so I was home alone. Around 8 my phone rang. It was Dave again. 

"Hey cutie. Do you want to come over?"

"Sure," I said, "be right over." I let myself in and had to find him. He was in his bedroom again, and he was naked. Since this was the second time I saw him, I noticed more things. I saw that he had a really great body. His stomach was flat and tight, his legs muscular and hairy, but not too hairy. His dick was already hard and standing straight out as I came in. I was a little surprised that he came over and gave me a hug. His cock poked me in the stomach as he hugged me. 

"I guess you're happy to see me," I said. 

"Of course I am. Since you got a show from me earlier, how about you give me a show tonight?"

"You mean you want to see me? Now? Um, sure, I can do that."

I did my best to give him a good strip tease. Dancing or swaying around, I removed each article of clothing one at a time. In the case of my bra, one half at a time. The whole time I stripped Dave sat in his chair slowly stroking himself. When I was totally naked he told me to sit on the bed. I was actually getting a little turned on by him telling me what to do. He then moved his chair closer to the bed so he had a better view of me. 

Dave leaned back in his chair, put his feet on the bed next to me and started jerking off again. 

"Play with your nipples and make them hard for me," he said. 

So I massaged my tits all around until finally going after my nipples. I tweaked, pulled and twisted them until they were hard. He never stopped masturbating and was virtually silent, but a few times he would utter a "that's nice" or a "do that some more." 

"That was nice, Michelle, now prop your head up with my pillows and lean back. I want to be able to see your face while you finger your pussy for me."

I did as he told and grabbed the pillows and got comfortable. I ran my hands all over my thighs and belly, but didn't touch my pussy yet. Finally, I moved a finger up my thigh and lightly ran it up my slit and over my clit. He smiled at this, so I opened my lips for him to see all of me. My left hand worked on my clit, while the other one was fingering my dripping pussy. He got off of the chair and knelt right between my spread legs. He was no more than a foot away and was still slowly pumping himself. 

I must have been very excited because usually I can masturbate for quite a long time, but I came in just a few minutes. What surprised me was that I was so vocal when I came. I was panting and moaning loudly, and when I came I even cried out in pleasure. Dave liked this very much and a big smile grew on his stubble covered face. His eyes were still glued to my wet, dripping pussy. We made some idle chit chat then got dressed. He thanked me for the show and I went back home. 

From then until I went to college we continued our window shows. When I arrived at college I was still a virgin, so the most Dave and I did that whole time was a couple mutual masturbations and one blow job. I was really horny one day and just decided to do it. He really liked it, but we both knew we were more into showing off. 

The day I moved into college was an interesting day. My thoughts were filled with the classes I was taking and being away from home for the first time. My parents, but mostly my brothers, moved me into my dorm room. I was too focused on what was going on to notice where I was, really, and now that I'm sitting here all alone, I see that I am on the first floor facing the sidewalk. College is going to be fun.



Michelle



Michelle -- 3/25/07 

1st Draft 

I'd been working at St. Mary's for a little over a year and had laughed at all of the expected comments my buddies from college and friends in general made about Catholic school girls. In reality it wasn't all that different from the work I had done as a student teacher at the public schools, except it paid better and there was a definitive lack of guns and knives hidden in the student's backpacks. The worst thing I had seen so far was a toss up between two pretty lame fights (hair-pulling really isn't a formal fighting technique..) and girls that got busted every week for smoking in the bathroom. 

Being a senior social studies teacher I think the level of interest from the average student was around zero to negative one hundred. (Truthfully, who cares what caused the Teapot Dome scandal in the 1920's?) I was pretty used to the girls paying more attention to the view of the quad outside or the cell phones they supposedly didn't have then to my lectures. That's why when the new year started I was a bit surprised to find a new student in the class who seemed interested in AP American history and actually participated in class willingly as opposed to me having to drag an answer out of her. 

I'd been exposed by this point to quite a few girls who flaunted their looks and bodies one way or another in an attempt to rebel against the strict rules of the school. A skirt shortened too much here, a blouse unbuttoned too far there, obvious thongs, things along those lines. Michelle (the new senior) certainly did none of these things. She was striking without having to resort to any sort of played up style. She had shoulder length dark brown hair usually kept in a pony tail, striking hazel eyes, a petite maybe 5'4" athletic frame and a great smile. The smile and eyes, in that order, were the first things I noticed as soon as she entered the room. 

She was smart, great looking, and had an intelligent sense of humor. Michelle stayed after a few times for help on some reports and I enjoyed the time teaching someone who actually cared about the subject. History can certainly be fun if taken with the right attitude, one that she seemed to have. 

One of the times she stayed back for a few minutes after an exam just to clarify some questions she had. As she turned to leave she knocked over some papers on the edge of my desk with her backpack. She started apologizing and quickly bent down to start picking up the papers and I moved around the table to help her coming onto the same side of the desk behind her. To my surprise a very sexy thong was peeking out the back of her skirt and disappearing down a very nice looking cleft, her shirt having been caught up a bit and her skirt pulled down some due to her position. She looked up as I stood there and my face turned red as I attempted to cover up the obvious fact that I had been staring. She smiled a little then tamped down the papers in a neat pile and stood, placing them back on my desk. I made some weak attempt to cover up but she acted as if nothing had transpired, apologized again then walked out of the room, flashing me a smile as she turned the corner. 

I sat back on my desk and berated myself for being an idiot, and letting something as silly as a thong break my composure. 

Over the next few weeks I thought a lot more about her. During every class I ended up wondering what she was wearing beneath her school uniform. It was curious how attractive the thought of a pretty girl wearing something sexy beneath a plain uniform was. If she wore thongs did that mean anything about her personality? Was she hiding other facets of herself? Not that wearing a thong makes a girl a slut or even means she thinks of it as sexy, it could just be more comfortable I suppose. But it made me think. Made me think about what SHE thought of it. Does she dress in the morning and admire herself in the mirror, pulling her bra and thong on, then skirt and blouse? Does she like the feel of the soft material against her skin; did she smile and think about what effect it would have on guys? 

Michelle acted as if she never caught me staring down her backside and seemed normal as the school year wore on. After Spring Break classes resumed and I noticed that she had a very nice tan. I mentioned it in an envious tone (since I did NOT go to some sunny place on break) and she said that her parents gave her a trip to Florida for her birthday which fell on the day after Spring break started. Interesting information I thought, then went on with the class. Afterwards she stayed behind a bit and approached my desk, text book in hand. She laid the book down so it faced me and pushed it a bit towards where I sat and started to ask some questions about the material. She leaned her elbows on the desk and bent a bit at the waist as I answered her, giving me a full view down the neck of her blouse. It actually took me a second or so to realize this so when my eyes focused and I unconsciously followed the line down her tanned skin to a nice view of her breasts barely being contained by a light lacy bra I ended up stammering for a second. I tried to recover and made a point to look her right in the eye after that, but she obviously had noticed. For a second I was mortified that she would be insulted or report me or something along those lines, but all she did was stand up, give me one of her beautiful smiles and walk out of the room.

Similar things started to happen on a more regular basis with her. She would brush up against me accidently, pressing the side of her breast against my arm, the warm feeling lingering for seconds afterwards, or showing a bit more leg then normal in class, flashing a thong accidently, or giving me another cleavage show on occasion. Needless to say I was having "impure" thoughts very quickly, to the point that a few times in class I ended up having to sit behind my desk and talk as opposed to standing as is usually my style.

Final exams arrived and with them half days as students took one or two exams and then were able to leave campus and study for the next day's exams. The Social Studies exam took place on the final slot of the final day of exams, which annoyed me to no end since it meant I had to stick around later on a Friday than I was really looking forward to. During the exam I ended up watching Michelle much of the time, how she moved her hands while she wrote, the way she scrunched up her nose when she was thinking about a question, how she crossed and uncrossed her well toned and tanned legs. I also wondered what she was wearing underneath the uniform, what her tan lines looked like, and even as far as if she curls her toes when she has an orgasm or if she is loud in bed. 

As she handed in her papers she looked a bit downtrodden, then she left with some of her friends. I took the stack of tests and headed to my small office in the now nearly deserted wing of the school. 

I thumped the papers down on my desk then sat down, putting my feet up while I avoided doing much of anything for a few minutes. I didn't have to grade the tests now, really I just needed to waste some time to appear to have put in a day's work then go home and relax. I started to think about Michelle and my cock slowly got hard as I thought about her long legs and sexy body. I messaged my crotch a bit, enjoying the tabooness of the thoughts and actions in my office. Just as I was contemplating pulling it out for a quick jerk there came a knock at my door. Quickly I put my feet down and attempted to think about baseball or something else completely not arousing, allowing a few seconds to go by.

"Come in" I said leaning forward, shuffling some papers meaninglessly on my desk. 

The door opened and Michelle stuck her head in, looking around a bit embarrassed. 

"Hi, can I talk to you for a sec Mr. Kimball?" 

"Certainly Michelle, come in take a seat." Starting to stand I realized the mistake and instead motioned towards a chair pulled up to the other side of my desk for her to sit. She put her backpack down on the chair but remained standing, one eyebrow raising for just a second at my half sitting and standing stance. 

"umm.. I think I really did badly on my exam. I just flaked out I think on some of the questions and I really was hoping to get a good grade on the test. Have you had a chance to look at them yet?" She looked at me with pleading eyes, half biting her lower lip.

My first impulse was to look around to see if anywhere was written the words "I never thought it would happen to me BUT.." I pointed bleakly to the pile of exams before me. 

"Michelle, I'm sure you did fine, but I've not had a chance .." 

She interrupted me "Please you can tell me, I know you shouldn't tell me until the grades are officially posted but I need to be able to prepare my parents if it's bad. Please Mr. Kimball?" 

A thought entered my mind. A very bad thought. I'd not yet even looked at any of the tests. I'm sure though that based on past exams she was just having a bit of performance anxiety, plus like every teacher I do tend to skew things a little one way or the other if I like someone. But.. 

"Well, to tell you the truth Michelle I've seen better work from you." I said as I leaned back in my chair, crossing my arms and staring at her in my best "you disappointed me" pose. 

She froze, her breathing coming just noticeably faster, her chest rising a bit more with each breath. 

"How bad was it?" She breathed. 

"Well I've not finished marking it and since it was all essay questions " at this she gave a bit of a harrumph since everyone hates essay questions "there is always room for substantial partial credit on most questions, but I would say it will drag down your overall grade a fair amount."

"umm.. okay. Is there any extra credit or bonus projects I can do to help bring it back up?" She took a step back then took a nervous step forward again. I often gave out extra credit work if a student had bombed a test, though never on a final. 

"I'm sorry Michelle, but I don't do that for finals, once the grade is recorded that's it." I made a cutting motion with my right hand to emphasize the point. 

She stepped back again, then bit her thumb for a second, then turned around and closed the door to my office the rest of the way. 

"Is there anything else I can help you with Michelle?" 

She moved around to the side of my desk, and put one hand on the papers. 

"Is there anything that I can do to get this grade up? Anything at all?" My heart nearly leapt out of my chest it was beating so fast. Did she really just say that?? Now what am I supposed to do I thought?

"I'm not sure I know what you mean, I just told you.." 

While I talked she moved back to the door, and quietly locked it, then turned and walked to the side of the desk again. 

"I've seen how you look at me Mr. Kimball." She said in a low, playful voice. 

"umm.. what?" was all I was able to muster. 

"Don't get me wrong, I like it." She went on, tracing the line of buttons on her blouse with one finger while talking " I know you like what you've seen so far, and I thought maybe if you saw some more that might help my exam?" She slowly unbuttoned the top button on her blouse, loosening her necktie and moving it to the side. 

I rolled my chair back some, and then stared at her as she slowly unbuttoned her shirt further. 

"I suppose it might help." I watched greedily as she slowly undid the last button, and then peeled the shirt back, revealing first her tanned shoulders, and then shrugging the rest off to let it fall to the floor. 

She arched her back then reached behind and undid her lacy bra, pulling it off too to fall to the floor. She stood before me now in a skirt, stockings, and nothing else, her perky breasts and erect nipples exposed. All I could do was stare. She ran her hands along the soft bottoms of the globes of her breasts, and then caressed her nipples before putting her hands on her hips. 

"How do they look?" 

"Perfect" I said, at which she shot me a smile and wiggled her shoulders back and forth a bit to make her breasts sway. "soo... does that help my grades?" "Well I must admit I think I may have been a bit harsh on grading the first question or two, I can probably go back and find some points. But it's still not looking good." 

"oh" she pouted. She walked around the desk and stood not a foot away from me. Then she turned around and undid the hasp holding her skirt up. With a whisper of fabric her skirt fell to the floor revealing a very sexy red thong being worn beneath. She stood there letting me gaze at her back and ass, and then she slowly bent over and grabbed her ankles. 

Her muscular legs flexed smoothly as she bent over and this left me with an awesome view of her ass, her pussy mound still covered by the thong and her asshole barely covered by the thin fabric. A few stray pubic hairs peaked out around the fabric as well. Absently I noticed that she must have worn a very small bikini when she was in Florida, because the tan lines were sharp and equally small. My left hand moved down and started to rub my cock through my pants slowly while I cleared my throat. 

"Well that's defiantly making me think I need to look at a number of the questions now. " Not being able to withhold myself anymore I lightly touch her hip with my right hand. Small shivers ran through her body and she started to breathe a bit faster. 

"It's okay, keep going" she whispered, so I ran my hand from her hip down her buttocks and thigh, then back up to the small of her back. With my other hand I pulled back the fabric of the thong to one side and looked at her uncovered asshole and beautiful lips. She moaned a bit, then straightened up, turning around. 

She quickly slipped out of the thong, and then with one hand squeezed the obvious bulge in my pants. 

"I want an A Mr. Kimball" she said in a breathy voice "just tell me what to do." 

Not quite believing what was going on I pushed my chair back and stood, towering over her as she comes up to about my shoulders height wise. My first impulse was to have her suck my cock, but I was too worked up for something as simple as that. I needed to feel her pussy wrapped around my cock. 

I leaned forward and holding her head in my hand give her a long, slow kiss that she passionately returned, pressing her naked body against mine, my cock pressing into her belly. I ran my hands down the length of her neck and back to the top of her tight ass then back up, savoring the feel of her skin. I turned her around then and told her to bend over my desk, which she did, laying her head on her hands and her ass turned up. 

I pulled out my cock then and with one hand on her hip and with the other laid my cock between her cheeks, relishing the heat her silky smooth skin was giving off. Moving my hips slowly I stroked my dick in the wonderful cleft of her ass a few times, enjoying the feel. 

"Do you like my ass Mr. Kimball? You seem to be taking your time." She said coyly. 

"You are perfect" I manage to murmur, then I pulled back a bit and let my cock tip ride further down, pausing slightly as I brushed her sweet asshole, then dragged myself teasingly across her exposed pussy lips. She moaned some more and tried to push back onto me, but I wasn't quite ready to fuck my perfect student yet.

"You want an A Michelle?" I asked. She twisted her hips trying to get my cock that teased her.

"Please Mr. Kimball, do what you want to me. I've been waiting all year for this." Her eyes were half closed; she slipped on hand down and was playing with her nipples. 

"You have to be quiet then Michelle, if you make a lot of noise I'm going to fail you. Do you understand?" she nodded. 

"..and just fucking you will probably only get you a B honey, " I teased her lips some more, rubbing my head between them and pressing lightly against her pussy hole which was already slick with her juices. 

"I.. want.. an A" she said between breaths. My heart was pounding as I took her in with all my senses. Her toned smooth skin under my hands, her hot moist pussy against my cock, the beautiful mix of smells from her light perfume and her aroused pussy. I began to work my cock into her pussy then, feeding myself into her tight hole slowly with one hand, still holding her hip with the other. 

"Oh my god yes" she whispered, pushing back against me. Her pussy was amazingly tight and almost unnaturally hot wrapped around my cock, causing my balls to tighten up almost immediately. 

"For an A you need to beg me to cum inside you Michelle. Tell me that you want my cum inside your pussy." 

"Yesss.. Please Mr. Kimball, fill my tight cunt with your cum." She panted. By this time I was buried to my balls inside the girl's pussy, amazing tingles of pleasure engulfed my senses. I moved my other hand to her hip and slowly pulled nearly all the way out, then slide my slick shaft back balls deep again. 

"mmmm yeah" she arched her back some and placed her forehead on her hands as I slowly stroked her, deep and long, enjoying every inch of her tight young body. 

"Your cock feels so good Mr. Kimball, please just fuck me, use me however you want." I picked up the pace some, stroking long and harder, watching my cock disappear completely then pull almost all the way out then slam back home. Every time she talked I nearly came, and she felt my cock swell every time I came close. 

"Do you like it when I talk?" She whispered. I grunted in acknowledgement, too mesmerized by what was happening to formulate words. 

"I want you to cum inside my pussy, I want to feel your hot thick cum fill me. I'm such a fucking slut and you knew it all along didn't you?" she said, punctuated often by the power of my thrusts. 

"Yess" I managed to say. I was coming close to the brink already, so I slowed my thrusts, pausing while buried deep inside her cunt. "I wanted to have you bent over my desk like this from the first day you walked into my class Michelle." 

"Well you have me now." She whispered, trying to bite down on the purring noises she was making. "Use me like a fucktoy Mr. Kimball, I want it so bad." 

That was about all I could take. I was peripherally aware that there were still people in the building, though my office door had no windows, I DID have a student nearly naked bent over my desk with my cock in her. Not the best situation for a teacher to be caught in. She was legal, but it was still a loss of my job and career if caught. I needed to just use her as quickly as possible, fulfill my needs and blow my load. 

I leaned forward over her back and kissed her shoulder and neck, then with one hand grabbed her pony tail and pulled her head up and back, my mouth next to her ear. 

"I'm going to fuck you like the closet whore you are Michelle, then fill you with my load." She writhed and moaned beneath me, coming up onto her elbows due to me pulling her hair back. 

"Yesss.. Fuck me!" 

Still holding her hair in my fist I started to pump her, her ass making a wet slapping noise with each deep thrust and forcing a closed mouth "unh" from her lips with each thrust as she tried to be quiet. Her pussy was drenched and my office smelled wonderful with her musky scent. With each thrust and pull out I used my other hand which grasped her small waist for leverage to fuck myself with her body, using her to satisfy my lusts. 

I let go of her hair and ran one hand along the small of her back, then reach under and cupped her tits, playing with her nipples for a bit before returning the hand to her shoulder. I was getting very close, my strokes harder and louder, faster. Michelle was moaning almost constantly with small "yes"es sneaking out between gasps of pleasure. I grabbed her waist with both hands then and forcibly started to fuck myself with her body, slamming her back onto my cock with each thrust. 




Michelle



I was in the middle of a grueling workout at the local gym where I had been a member now for five years. I had begun with bench presses, four sets of ten repetitions. I moved on to the inclined bench, another four sets. From there I went back to the horizontal bench and with 40 pounds in each hand I came across my chest from below the bench twenty times. My chest workout finished, I had planned to work my arms; biceps, forearms and triceps.

Cindy Dressler stood five nine with blond hair down on her shoulders, pretty blue eyes and a body that just wouldn't quit. The sports bra that she routinely wore while exercising held a fairly decent size set of firm C cup breasts. Her slender long legged body had just enough curve at the waist to excite me.

As it turned out she was also not dumb. College educated with a degree Accounting she worked at a CPA firm. 

We had been acquaintances now for a few weeks since she became a member at the club. Hardly a day passed when we didn't have a few friendly words. I came to know her a little. Her favorite reading was Danielle Steele and Nora Roberts. If she was not reading she enjoyed taking pictures with her canon digital camera. She photographed everything; family outings, nature, even little league baseball.

That Saturday morning I had about twenty minutes of exercise spread over an hour. As usual at that day and hour the place was crowded. The waiting between sets had slowed down the pace of my workout. A few feet away Cindy was on an incline bench exercising her flat stomach. 

Suddenly as I headed to the locker room a change came over me. It all happened quickly. A part of me was dumbfounded and would remain in that state. I could not help wondering how i could suddenly change. 

Even people I knew responded differently to me.

"Hey Michelle," said Cindy in a cheerful voice.

"Hi Cin," I replied. Mike often called her that shortened name.

The changes effected every aspect of my life. Just a moment ago I was Mike. I was a muscular six foot two at 180 pounds. I felt a full seven inches shorter, lighter, thinner, softer and far less muscular. I could feel and see two mounds through the top I was wearing. Even my gym clothes suddenly transformed. A sleeveless black T shirt had morphed into a halter top.

My personality had changed. Formerly a person who kept his troubles to himself, as any guy would, Now I could unburden myself. I also realized I was much more sensitive. Michael could bounce harsh or insulting comments off his hide. Michelle had to, as they say, learn to suck it up and not pout. I knew the effects of estrogen cruising through my body.

As I stripped down inside the girl's locker room I realized that the change had been on the DNA level. My penis had disappeared. In place of it a I had a fully functional vagina and clitoris over it.

There would be more changes but they could no longer surprise me. Walking back to the lockers and sensing that it was time for my period I stopped at the dispenser to get tampons.  

Locker number 13 came to mind. It had been the number I had in the men's locker room just over an hour ago. I opened it with the key that fit the lock and saw a very nice feminine outfit. A lime rib v neck top and light blue low rise jeans hung inside. In the bottom of the locker was a pair of Apostrophe Tress red sandals. 

I viewed Cindy differently. She had been an object of sexual desire. Hell I thought of her as hot! Now suddenly I viewed her as someone with whom I could talk at length about personal stuff and my feelings.

David Finney had been my best friend it seemed forever. Actually he had been important in my life for the past two years since we met playing adult hockey. My platonic friendship had become a girl crush. 

Cindy and I dressed along side each other. When she finished putting on clothes she grabbed a pink lipstick from her purse and applied it to her mouth. I also applied lipstick.

Walking out together we began a long conversation. Just an hour ago I would not have talked about David or my sister Jacquelyn. Now I was a different person.

"I want David to ask me to marry him. He's really sweet. We've been seeing each other for two years. I think that's enough time."

"That's enough time." Cindy agreed.

"He keeps a very neat apartment. He dresses nice. The other day he put a new hard drive in my PC."

Cindy had a sister, sometimes referred to as the baby in the family, who was twelve years younger. Just a few years earlier she had baby sat for the pre teen Janet.

"My little sister came home with a guy the other day. He seems like a real weirdo. He's got a tattoo on his forearm of a moth and he wears earrings that I would not mind wearing."

"Where did she meet him?"

"She said she met him at school." 

I did not have good feelings about Janet's new beau. Cindy's revelation about him was influencing my opinion.

"I don't think It's gonna last very long. I remember when I was fifteen with my first. It lasted all of two and a half months."

"Probably not," I said

Though a boy at the time I could see the relationship from the girl's view point. It hurt. Michael cried in private but now I could cry in public.

David Finney was on my mind more now than ever. He has a gorgeous body I thought. Would he hold it against me if I said he had a great body i wondered.

As I drove home there was a voice audible only to me. It revealed a lot.

"Michelle live your new life as the woman you were always supposed to be. David will be your lover. Go to him. There will be a signal from him that will drive you mad with desire. You will let him strip you naked and have his way with you. You will love it."

That was a lot to digest but I wanted him. I suddenly realized that I am in love with him. 

I decided to drive by his apartment. A few moments later I stood outside his apartment ringing the doorbell that I had rang many times before. I had another surprise coming.

"Michelle my love, how are you sweetheart?"

"I'm fine. I just wanted to come bye." 

"Come on in," he said.

In the privacy of his living room I pulled my boyfriend close to me. I kissed his lips. My hands roamed up and down his back to his buttocks.

Slowly he slid his hand up under my top to my breasts pushing the cups up over them. My nipples went hard under slight pressure from his fingers.

"Mmmmmmmm that feels so good!" I whispered.

I felt his hand slide behind my back and the bra clasp being opened. With a nudge, the madenform rendezvous bra fell out from the bottom of my shirt to the floor at my feet.

David put several quick kisses on my neck and cheek before returning to kiss my mouth. My mouth fell open and my tongue went out and into his mouth. I could feel my jeans being opened. 

A girls neck is an erogenous zone. After several more kisses there I began to feel the juices flowing from my cunt.

"Honey pull my pants down and my panties too!"

David slid my cum drenched panties down my legs. I stepped out of them then pulled off my shirt.

" You've got a gorgeous body." 

The remark flattered me.

"Thanks," I said and kissed his mouth again.

He took my breasts in his hands and gently massaged them. 

Just then I realized the reason for this strange occurrence. The magic that suddenly had transformed me into a woman came from him.. He had an unorthodox, not to mention supernatural way, to get a girl friend.

" You are the love of my life."

He eased me onto my back on the bed pushing his cock deep into my pussy. I moaned softly as I felt it sliding back and forth. The moans grew louder. They became screams as I began thrashing wildly in the throws of an orgasm. Muscle contractions throughout my entire body and in my vagina were tiring me quickly. Juices were flowing freely as orgasm followed orgasm.

David rolled off after cumming inside me leaving me exhausted but quite satisfied.



Michelle



It was dark. It was raining. I was tired. 

I was also nervous. I considered calling the whole thing off, but it was too late now. 

She was waiting. 

I peered through the rain spattered windshield, between the squeaking wipers in a vain attempt to make out the names written on the overhead street signs. 

"I really should get some glasses," I muttered to myself as my eyes squinted to see through the driving rain. 

This was the first time I would be meeting a girl off the internet. And although we had been exchanging emails regularly and even talked on the phone a few times, I was more than a little surprised when she called me earlier that evening, asking me to pick her up. Of course, a sex invite is a difficult thing to pass up, even if I was tired.

My car rolled along cautiously as I scanned the sidewalks for any sign of her. I glanced at my watch. I was late. Maybe she had become tired of waiting and left? I think deep down inside that's what I was hoping for. I looked at my cell phone. 

No messages. 

I was about to turn down a side street and head home when I saw her. 

She exactly as she had described. Purple coat. Black Boots. Standing on the corner of Georgia and 4th.

As I pulled the car over to the side, I began to feel a bit creepy. I'm sure any bystanders would be thinking I was picking up a hooker. As I rolled down the window, she took a few tentative steps towards me, huddling under a large, black umbrella. 

"Damon?" she called out through the sounds of the falling rain.

"Hi," I answered back with a smile. It was imperative to smile. I don't want to scare her off now. 

With no further hesitation, she hurried towards the car, her high heeled black boots clacking against the wet pavement. She seemed awkward and uncomfortable, as if she was not used to wearing such footwear. 

"Sorry I'm late," I apologized as she opened the passenger door. "I had a hard time finding the right street. 

"Oh that's okay," she answered as she folded her umbrella and climbed into the seat. 

With a close of the door we were soon on our way back to my apartment.

"So," she began, looking over at me with a smile. "We finally meet." 

I nodded. I was checking her out, without trying to be obvious. She was tall for an Asian girl, standing somewhere around 5'10. With her boots on she most likely cleared 6 feet easily. She wasn't as attractive as her pictures had made her seem but that was to be expected. She probably felt the same way about me. 

Her tall black boots, slick with moisture from the rain came up to her knees, giving way to a pair of black stockings that ended at mid thigh. I was immediately turned on. 

Although her long, purple coat hung down well below her waist, I could tell she was wearing a very small skirt. From the glimpses I could catch it appeared to be purple as well, although a different shade. Her black hair was tied back neatly, allowing me a clear view of her round, cute face of which her pouty, pink lips were the most recognizable feature. 

Her name was Michelle. 

"So am I what you expected?" she asked, with a smile.

My eyes scanned her from head to toe, before I answered.

"My expectations have been exceeded," I fibbed.

Michelle let out a soft giggle. 

It only took about 30 seconds for the topic of conversation to turn to sex. 

"So how long has it been since you last got laid?" she asked, swiping a long strand of dark hair from her eyes. 

I furrowed my brow in contemplation as I thought about the question. 

"About two weeks, I guess. Why?"

"Just wondering," Michelle spoke softly as she turned her head to look out the window.

A few seconds of silence followed before I spoke again.

"How long has it been for you?" I asked.

"Honestly?"

"Yeah."

"About thirty minutes."

I turned my head in surprise. 

"Are you serious?"

Michelle nodded, an embarrassed smile spreading across her face. I immediately felt a rush of blood to my dick.

"You little slut," I said with a laugh. "And one guy wasn't enough for you?"

"Nope," she countered back with a satisfied grin. "After he fucked me, all I could think about was calling you."

"You know..." I began. "You could have called me before you fucked him."

"Does it bother you?" Michelle asked, a bit of shame starting to show on her face.

"Not at all actually," I answered back, assuaging any fears she may have had of me thinking negatively of her. 

Twenty minutes of awkward small talk later, we arrived at my apartment. I parked the car and we headed inside, rushing to avoid the falling rain. As I opened my apartment door, Michelle strode in without any sign of discomfort. 

"Wow, this is small," she exclaimed, bending down to unzip her large black boots. 

"Yeah," I concurred, tossing my keys on the table. 

Michelle strode across the room and made herself at home by sitting on the small black couch as she pulled off her coat. 

"Can I get you anything to drink?" I offered, my eyes drawn to her stocking clad legs. 

"Water's fine."

I handed her a bottle of water before fixing myself something stronger. I felt like a little bit of vodka would be useful in overcoming my inhibitions. In fact, I was a little unsure about how to proceed. Should I make small talk first? Or was she expecting to just get right to it? 

After a moment of contemplation I decided on a tactic that might ease the night along.

"How about I put on a porn?" 

Michelle smiled and nodded enthusiastically. I knew from our various emails and chats that she was a big fan of dirty movies.

"Any requests?" I asked, sitting down at my computer. 

"Just something you think I'll like."

"Wow," I said, tossing my hands up in jest. "That's helpful."

Michelle giggled as she took a sip of water

"Ok," I reiterated. "Do you want something really dirty...or something a little more...vanilla."

"Dirty!" she beamed. "As long as it has anal in it."

I smiled. Although Michelle had never tried anal sex before, she had shown great interest in the subject during our many conversations.

"No problem," I responded, browsing through the various porn titles on my computer. "I think every movie I have on here has anal in it."

After choosing an appropriate title I started the movie on my computer which fed into the big screen TV in the corner of the room. As the images came into view I climbed onto my bed while Michelle remained seated on the couch. 

"Aren't you going to sit beside me?" she asked, patting the place beside her. 

"Actually, I'd rather you came over here," I answered back, sipping at my drink. "The bed is much more comfortable."

Immediately, she stood up and walked over to sit on the edge of the bed. 

"Wow," she exclaimed, sinking down onto the soft mattress. "This is really, really soft!"

I nodded in agreement as Michelle climbed onto the bed, lying on her stomach facing the TV with her head resting in her hands like a small child watching Saturday morning cartoons. As we continued to watch, I found my eyes torn between the pornographic images on the TV screen and Michelle. With the way she was lying, her skirt was riding high up her legs giving me a view of her cute little ass being cupped by a pair of little yellow cotton panties. The panties were riding quite high as well, clinging to the area between her perfectly round cheeks, and then giving way to symmetrical areas of smooth looking skin that formed a crease, separating her legs and ass. I could also see the tops of her black stockings, which were beginning to cause a tingle in my pants as my dick slowly began to come to life. 

Was she teasing me? She seemed to be completely transfixed on the movie, totally unaware of the view was having on me. It was time. I gulped down the rest of my drink and set the glass on the bedside table. I then crawled down the bed head-first, moving closer and closer to my ultimate destination. My had touched the soft fabric of her stockings as I lowered my head and pressed my lips against the back of her thigh. 

"Hehe," Michelle giggled, glancing back over her shoulder. "I knew you wouldn't be able to resist for long."

"Oh yeah?" I returned, flicking my tongue out to lick at her inner thigh. "Is that what you were trying to do? Tease me?"

"Ummm, more like...entice you." 

"Well, consider me 'enticed.'"

With that I continued exploring Michelle's backside as she spread her legs a little farther apart. My lips kissed their way up the back of her legs as I pushed her skirt up a little farther. I could hear her let out subtle moans as my tongue teased her by flickering along the crease between her butt cheek and leg. My hand caressed her smooth, round ass, running gently over her bare skin and panty covered cleft. I gave her taut cheek a squeeze as I kissed my way along. My busy hand then moved to her other cheek giving it a short, slow squeeze before tucking my fingers under the elastic band of her underwear and pulling them aside. The tight fabric stretched easily, slowly uncovering her tiny asshole to my prying eyes. My lips followed, trailing a route directly between her firm cheeks before parting and allowing my tongue to lash out at her exposed hole. 

"Mmmmm," she purred, feeling my hot, wet tongue gliding over her virgin hole. "You have no idea how long I've waited for that."

I responded to her admiration by pulling her panties farther and nestling my face in between her cheeks, planting a long, loving kiss on her tight little star. Again she moaned and again I was encouraged as I stabbed my tongue out, poking and prodding the tiny smooth opening with growing lust. 

"I want to sit on your face," she blurted out unexpectedly. 

"Uhhhh," I stammered, removing my face from her ass. "Sure." 

Without so much as a word, I obediently laid back on the bed, as Michelle rolled over and began to remove her underwear. My heart was beating with anticipation as she crawled over to me, smiling. As she came closer, she pulled her skirt up around her hips unveiling a pussy completely free of hair, with the exception of a small leaf-shaped patch above her crotch. With a single, smooth movement, Michelle swung a leg over my head and lowered her pussy down onto my mouth. She wiggled her hips a little as her soft pussy lips came into contact with my mouth. Immediately, my tongue shot out, parting her soft folds and burying itself in her wet hole. 

I moaned in enjoyment as I tasted her, my lips sucking her pussy as my tongue wiggled its way inside her. She reached down and grabbed lustfully at my hair, her hips rocking slowly as she began to grind herself into my face. My hands grasped her ass cheeks firmly as I tried my best to shove my tongue as far as possible inside her. 

Suddenly, she lifted herself off my face as I stared up at her with curiosity. Without a word, Michelle reversed her position so that she was now facing my feet. She moved her body down a bit before reaching back, pulling her ass cheeks apart and lowering her exposed asshole down onto my waiting mouth. 

I moaned in approval at Michelle's lewd act as my lips once again came in contact with her perfectly smooth butthole. My tongue again shot out, this time dancing around the puckered opening, teasing her with quick, wet licks.

"Mmmm," she moaned, leaning forward and causing me to lift my head in order to keep my warm tongue in contact with her asshole. 

Then I felt her hands on my pants. My breathing quickened, as Michelle popped open the buttons on my jeans and slid the zipper down. Her hand slipped into my pants, cupping my straining cock outside my underwear, giving it intermittent squeezes as if testing it for size and firmness. My tongue continued lashing at her butt while she started pushing both my jeans and underwear down over my hips. I lifted my ass in assistance and Michelle finally freed my throbbing dick which sprang forth to come slapping against my stomach. Her delicate fingers found their way to my shaft, wrapping around it and lifting it to point upwards. 

"Mmmmm, Damon!" she exclaimed. "You have a very nice dick!"

"Thanks, "I responded in between licks of her pussy and asshole.

After giving it a few slow strokes, Michelle leaned forward and sucked the head into her mouth. I could feel her tongue ring circling the tip as she sucked softly, coating it with wet, warm saliva. Gradually, she worked her lips all the way down my shaft, taking more of my cock into her hungry mouth. 

"Suck my clit," she ordered firmly, settling down into a stable 69 position. 

I responded obediently, sucking her tiny, fleshy button into my mouth as Michelle slipped my dick into hers. I locked my lips around her clit, suckling it as she moaned around my cock. Her hand soon found its way to my balls, which were soon being gently squeezed and caressed as her lips slid up and down my shaft. Her ass cheeks were being pried apart by my eager hands as I continued working on her clit with adamant diligence. I could feel her tongue-ring running along my dick when she reached back and guided one of my hands to her asshole. Michelle moaned again as my fingertip touched her sensitive ring, wet from my tongue, and slipped easily inside. Her tight little butt clenched around my knuckle and she gave my balls a particularly forceful squeeze. I started pushing my finger in and out as I sucked her clit causing her to respond by taking my cock deep into her throat. 

"Uuuugggghhhhhh," she groaned in an unintelligible, high-pitched squeal as she pushed herself back onto my face. 

My hand became trapped between her ass and my face, and I was forced to withdraw my finger from its tight little prison. Michelle's body began to shake and she pushed back even farther, completely cutting off my air supply. I struggled to take a breath, but her pussy was covering my mouth completely. Squealed once more, before the strange sound soon gave way to a relaxed contented sigh and she moved her ass down my face, allowing me to breathe once again. 

"Mmmmm," she moaned with satisfaction as she began gliding her asshole across my lips. "That was nice."

My tongue once again shot out, stabbing her tiny orifice with perverse enthusiasm, as she slowly stoked her hand along my aching cock. She even pushed her ass back against my face in an effort to receive more of my hot, wet tongue into her insatiable asshole. 

"I want you to fuck me so bad," she spoke softly but firmly in between licks of my cock. 

"MmmmmHmmmm," I responded in agreement, moaning into her ass. "I want to fuck you so bad."

"How do you want me?" Michelle asked, pulling her backside away from my busy tongue. 

"Get on your hands and knees," I stated simply, more as an order than a suggestion. 

Obediently, she assumed the position. Her back arched into a sexy, slutty pose with her miniskirt bunched around her waist. Her slit was glistening with arousal as I removed the rest of my clothes, tossing them with undo care onto the bedroom floor. I then grabbed a condom from the bedside table.

As I moved closer I couldn't help but lean down and running my tongue up her wet pussy before stabbing back into her asshole. 

"Sorry," I apologized, rising to my knees behind her. "I just couldn't resist. I fucking love licking your pussy."

"Oh that's okay," she said with a giggle, as I rolled the condom onto my cock. "It seems like you like my ass as well."

"Yep," I agreed emphatically before spitting into my hand and rubbing over the shaft of my dick. 

I moved into position and used one hand to spread Michelle's engorged pussy lips as I placed my tip at the entrance, pushing slowly. Easily, it slid in, her pussy walls slick with fluids. I gave a few short, gentle thrusts before forcing it in all the way, my hips pressing firmly against her ass as I buried my length inside her. 

"Ooooh yeah," she cooed. "That's what I've been waiting for." 

"Oh yeah," I retorted. "Is this all you've been waiting for?" 

"Hehe....Noooo."

I began fucking Michelle, holding her hips firmly in my hands as I moved in and out with slow, steady strokes. 

"What else are you looking forward to," I pressed, splaying her ass cheeks apart to get a view of her enticing little rosebud. 

Again she giggled. 

"You know...."

"Say it. I want to hear you say it." 

"I..." she began, her voice interrupted by subtle gasps of pleasure. "I want...you...to...fuck...my...ass."

I smiled.

Maintaining a steady rhythm, I licked my thumb and placed it against her tiny little dark hole. 

"Yeah?" I continued. "You want my dick in here?"

As I spoke I press my thumb into her ass, wiggling it past her constricting ring of muscle.

"Yes!" she gasped. "It's all I've been thinking about."

"Okay....," I said, sliding my thumb deeper inside. "Maybe if you're good." 

Michelle groaned with exaggerated disappointment as I gave her a playful slap on the ass.

"Okay," she conceded, perked up suddenly by the feeling of my bare hand striking her naked skin. "I'll do anything you want." 

Again I smiled. It was going to be a good night after all. 

I continued to increase the pace as Michelle urged me on. 

"Harder!" she moaned after about 10 minutes of solid fucking. "I like feeling your balls slapping against me." 

I complied without a word, driving into her pussy with increasing force as she continued moaning with approval. As a bead of sweat began to form on my forehead, I knew I couldn't last much longer. 

"I want to cum in your mouth!" I blurted out, overcome with sexual energy. 

"Okay," she said, glancing back over her shoulder. "I want you to come in my mouth!"

A few more thrusts and the time had come. Frantically, I pulled my dick from her lusciously wet pussy and scrambled to roll the tight fitting condom off my dick. Struggling to prevent my cum from blasting forth prematurely, I tightened my fingers around the base of my dick as I tore the condom away. Michelle spun around immediately, opening her mouth as she gazed lustfully into my eyes. Just as the first drop of cum began to ooze out, I pushed my hips forward and contracted my pelvic muscles, sending a hard shot of creamy white fluid directly into her mouth. Before I could do anything else, she wrapped her lips around my cock as I continued stroking, sending wave after wave of cum past her sucking lips. Overcome by the climax I grabbed the back of her head, holding her in place as my fist pumped with fury, even smacking against her mouth occasionally as she struggled to take in the entirety of my constant, streaming load. 

As my orgasm subsided, the increased sensitivity in my dick caused me to pull away abruptly as Michelle looked up, letting some of the cum run down her chin and down onto the bed. She continued holding eye contact as she held her mouth open, forcing me to see my juices collected on her tongue before locking her lips and swallowing down the entire load. 

I collapsed back onto the bed, a sweaty, tired mess, as Michelle curled up beside me. As the room became filled with only the sounds of our breathing and the faint sounds of fucking emanation from the TV, I realize just how loud the porn was. 

"I think I better turn that down," I said, reaching for the remote 

control. "The neighbours are going to think we're having an orgy in here or something." 

Michelle laughed as she began to remove the rest of her clothing. 

"Whoa," I said, turning to acknowledge her actions. "Just what do you think you're doing?" 

She cast me a perturbed look, as she tossed her shirt into my face. 

"Oh we're not done yet," she stated adamantly. "I think there's something else you promised me tonight?"

"I don't know..." I droned comically. "It's already past my bedtime..."

Michelle smiled and punched me playfully in the arm. 

"Well," she began. "I guess if you really need to get some sleep I can let you. I guess you are a lot older than me, and old men need their rest." 




Michelle



I laughed back at her teasing comments. In a sense it was somewhat true. With Michelle being 21, I was almost 9 years older than her. I decided to play along. 

"Yeah," I said, faking a yawn. "I think I do need to get some sleep. Maybe you can call another one of your 'internet friends' to pick you up." 

"Oh yeah?" she said, moving a little closer. "And then maybe I'll let one of my other 'internet friends' be the first one to fuck my tight little virgin ass?"

I stared at the ceiling for a brief moment before turning my head to face her. 

"Well, okay..." I began. "If you really want me to.... then I guess....we can do it."

Michelle could sense the playfulness in my voice and she smiled in response. 

"Really?" she asked hopefully.

"Yes. However, I will need a little bit of time to...recover." 

"Oh, that's okay," she countered back with a smile. "I'm actually keeping myself pretty entertained at the moment anyways." 

After she glanced downward, I followed her line of vision to see her fingers busy at work between her legs. I let out a short laugh before speaking again. 

"Wow," I exclaimed. "You are...one...horny...girl."

Michelle just shrugged and cast me a bashful smile. That's when I noticed her other arm behind her body. 

"Hey," I said, narrowing my eyes suspiciously. "What are you doing back there?"

"Nothing," she answered with a giggle, unable to maintain a straight face. I sat up and peered down at her body to see the fingers of her right hand tucked in between her ass cheeks. I moved down the bed to get a better look as she continued shamelessly fingering her own ass and pussy in unison. 

"You...dirty...little...girl," I said with amazement as I pulled back one of her fleshy cheeks to give myself a clear view of her slender finger sliding in and out of her tight little asshole.

"So," she said, giggling. "Are you ready yet?" 

"Oh, I'm getting there."

As I continued to take in Michelle's sexy display, my hand drifted downwards to grasp my growing cock which was already beginning to stiffen once again. She smiled back at me before rolling over onto her stomach and then rising up onto all fours. As I felt my dick grow larger in my hand, my eyes remained locked on Michelle as her fingers continued to penetrate her own pussy and ass in tandem. 

"Hold that thought," I said, reaching over to the night table. 

I slid open the drawer and retrieved a bottle of lube that I had stashed inside. As Michelle caught sight of the bottle she smiled in response.

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" I asked, moving back into position behind her. 

"Yes!" she answered emphatically, dispelling any doubt in my mind. 

I grinned as I flipped the bottle open. Holding it up, I then began to drizzle the clear liquid down onto Michelle's ass at the bottom of her tailbone. She let out a faint giggle as the lube started a slow trickle down between her cheeks, making its way to her finger which was still buried knuckle deep in her own ass. As she began to withdraw her finger, the fluid collected around the digit, coating it as she pushed it back inside.

"Oooooohhhh," she purred, sliding her lube-coated digit in and out of her virgin asshole.

I watched with fascination as I squirted some of the lubricant into my hand and began stroking my shaft, covering it with the slippery substance. I moved closer, my cock now throbbing in my hand, aching to enter Michelle's irresistible little orifice. I peered down at her finger, glistening with lube, sliding in and out, forcing itself deeper with every thrust. 

I reached down and took hold of her hand, gently prompting her to withdraw. Reluctantly she did so, pulling her finger free with ease. I could almost sense the anticipation building in her body as she waiting. After months of dirty emails and phone sex conversations it was about to happen. I was going to fuck Michelle's ass.

Gripping my dick firmly, I slid the head up and down her wet crack before finding her tight little star. Slowly, I began to push.

"Shit," I cursed, as my cock slipped down towards her pussy. "I think I used too much lube." 

Again I tried, only to have my dick slide up in between her ass cheeks eliciting an amused laugh from both of us. 

"Okay," I stated with firm resolution. "Third time's the charm."

Holding my clenched fist against her asshole, I slowly pushed forward, butting the head of my cock against her willing but difficult ass. I bit my lower lip with dedicated concentration as I felt her tight hole gradually give way and allow my dick to penetrate her most private of body cavities. 

"Uhhhhhhhggggg," Michelle moaned, as my head slipped inside her ass. I couldn't tell it the moan was from pleasure or discomfort. 

"Play with you pussy," I suggested, pausing only briefly before pushing more of my cock into her asshole.

She took my advice, but I could sense something was wrong. Her body seemed tense and apprehensive. 

"Are you okay?" I asked, briefly halting my cock's anal invasion. 

"Yeah," she answered back meekly and unconvincingly. "Keep going."

Again I resumed, using one hand to slowly guide my dick deeper into Michelle's clenched butthole. Perhaps I was a bit overzealous, or maybe she just wasn't ready, but after a few seconds more, she crawled forward off my cock holding her hand gingerly against her recently reamed hole. 

"Ahhhhgggg," she cursed in frustration. "I can't...It's...too painful."

Although I was disappointed, I tried to hide it in my concern for Michelle's well-being.

"That's okay," I offered in condolence. "Girls usually have a hard time when they try it for the first time." 

Michelle let out a bit of an histrionic whine as she glanced back over her shoulder with a timid, puppy-dog expression. 

"But I want to do it sooo bad," she pleaded, beating her hand against the mattress in frustration. "And it...did feel...good. It's just that...."

"I know," I said, offering comfort. "It's okay. In fact, let's try something else."

Michelle's interest seemed to be peaked as I once again returned to the night table beside my bed. This time I rummaged a little deeper to find what I was looking for. Behind the condoms, handcuffs, and blindfolds and other paraphernalia, I found what I was looking for. 

"Stay there," I told Michelle, who was now in a side-lying position facing away from me.

From the drawer I pulled a 5 inch long, pink butt plug that I had purchased off the internet some time before. I had bought it for use with a previous female 'friend' although it had arrived too late for us to make use of it. I set it on the bed, as Michelle remained lying on her side, obviously curious about what I had in mind. I then retrieved another condom tore open the package. I noticed that it smelled like oranges. 'It must be from the tropical variety pack I had bought last month,' I thought to myself as I rolled it onto my dick. I applied the lube liberally to both the plug and to my rubber-covered cock before inching back to Michelle's waiting body. As my slippery fingers began to explore her pussy and ass, she sighed contentedly. I coaxed her to roll over a bit in order to gain access to her pussy, which I penetrated with my fingers before replacing them with my dick. Once Michelle's pussy had swallowed my entire length five of six times with slow methodical plunging, I picked up the pink, rubber plug and placed the narrow tip against her noncompliant asshole. 

"Oooh," she blurted out as she felt the tapered point poke past her wet, muscular rim. 

With my cock completely buried inside her, I began rotating the plug as I slowly pushed it up her ass. As the plastic toy was much more streamlined and quite a bit smaller than my dick, it slid it with little effort. Michelle shifted her body and sighed with pleasure, obviously enjoying the sensation of having both holes filled. 

As my hips began to rock with short, quick thrusts, I forced the plug deeper causing her asshole to stretch wider and wider. It was almost completely inside her now as she squealed in ecstasy. The widest portion of the toy soon passed her tight, muscular ring allowing it to clamp down around the much narrower base that then followed. I smiled with satisfaction, seeing the pink, rubber toy completely embedded in Michelle's asshole with only the flat base visible. 

"How does that feel?" I asked, rotating the plug around inside her ass. "Mmmmm," she purred lustfully. "So fucking good!" 

As I tugged on the buttplug, I began fucking her pussy with increased vitality, pausing every now and then to wiggle the plastic toy around insider her ass. 

"Oh yeah!" she called out. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

Again I complied, holding the plug firmly buried inside her as I slammed my hips into her ass. 

"Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!" she blurted out with each thrust, until I felt her body tense once again. 

And it was then that I felt the strangest sexual sensation that I had ever felt. Her pussy clamped down around my cock like a vice. The force was so strong I felt as though she might actually sever my dick from my body. I tried to pull out, but the iron grip of her cunt held me in place until her orgasm subsided. It was only then that I could resume my thrusting, bringing me closer to my second climax of the night. 

A few more forceful thrusts, and I slammed my body into hers, groaning uncontrollably as I spilled a thick load of cum into the condom. 'Fuck, I hate condoms,' I thought to myself, as I caught my breath, my dick still buried inside Michelle's ravaged pussy. 

Slowly, I extracted the plug from her ass, followed by my dick from her pussy. Michelle rolled over smiling, eyes closed in contentment. I laid back on the bed, leaving the condom on my dick, but setting the buttplug on the night table beside me. 

I was now officially tired.

I hoped Michelle, felt the same way, because there was no way I was going to go another round, and I definitely was in no mood to drive her half way across the city to take her home. Luckily, she curled up beside me and closed her eyes. 

Soon we were both asleep. 

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * When I awoke it was still dark outside. I rubbed my eyes drearily as I glanced over at the clock. 

"5:38," I groaned, rolling back over only to find myself blocked by Michelle's sleeping body. 

I cursed silently to myself as I struggled to find a comfortable position. As much as I loved "sleeping" with girls, I hated actually sleeping with them. I rolled over and closed my eyes again, vowing to buy a bigger bed. 

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

When I awoke next, it was light outside. I could hear the birds chirping. Beams of light were shining through the open spaces in my blinds as I buried my head under the covers to escape back to my isolated world of comforting darkness. 

Then I felt a body shift next to me and I remembered that there was someone else in bed with me. I groaned silently to myself, not wanting to engage in the menial small talk that often follows nights of sensuality. For a moment I thought that if I just pretended I was sleeping then she would call a cab and go home.

Ten minutes passed. 

Then twenty minutes passed. 

Then thirty.

Then an hour. I was growing restless. 

I rolled over and looked at Michelle. She seemed restless but sill sleeping. Drearily, I hauled myself out of bed and went to the bathroom, hoping that after a long shower I could return to find her gone with a nice succinct note in her place. 

No such luck.

As I came out of the bathroom, a towel around my waist, I was caught by a sudden rush of cold air that reminded me to close the windows before going to sleep. As I made my way down the hall back to the main room, I saw Michelle curled up in the blankets with her head poking out from above the covers, smiling with a sleepy expression.

"Good morning," I said, climbing back into the bed, still a bit damp from the shower. 

"Mmmm, Morning," she replied, stretching her arms out in a prolonged yawn. 

About 30 minutes of casual conversation then ensued, with neither of us mentioning the events of the previous evening. 

"So...." I began, sitting up in bed. "Do you want a ride home?"

Michelle groaned and cast me a pouty expression. 

"What?" I asked, furrowing my brow with fake concern. 

I knew what she wanted. For some reason girls seem to love morning sex, and I knew right then that I was going to have to give her at least one more orgasm before I could take her home. 

"Oh?" I continued playfully. "Is there something else you would like before you go?"

"Maybeeeee....," she replied sheepishly, pulling the covers up to half cover her blushing face.

"And just what would that be?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest. "I...want to...try it again."

"Huh?" I stammered, completely caught off guard by her response.

"I want to try it again," she reiterated, this time answering with more conviction.

"You mean...?"

"Yes."

"In your...?"

"Yes!"

"Wow," I exclaimed, shaking my head in disbelief. "Umm, okay. Yeah, I guess we can try it again..."

"Oh? So what? Now you don't want to fuck my ass?"

I laughed as I waved off her insinuating comment. 

"No, no, no. Of course I want to. It's just that...If you couldn't handle it last night then..."

"Well I want to try," she stated firmly, cutting me off. 

I could tell Michelle was used to getting her own way. I tossed my hands up in resignation. 

"Okay, then. Let's do it. But first....."

"What?" she asked, her eyes widening with curiosity. 

"I think...," I continued, smiling. "I really want you to put my dick in your mouth."

Michelle smiled back. I knew she liked my idea. 

Without a word, she moved down the bed, pushing the covers off my naked body. Just the thought of having Michelle's pouty lips wrapped around me once again had already started the familiar rush of blood into my dick. As I settled back into a comfortable position, she placed herself between my legs, lying on her stomach and taking my growing cock in her hand. She gave it a few slow strokes as she glanced up at my expecting face. I placed my hands behind my head, settling back with a contented smile as I watched her plant a soft kiss right on the end of my dick. Michelle let her lips linger there for a moment before slowly allowing them to spread, taking my head into her warm, wet mouth. She finally broke eye contact as her lips descended down my shaft, her tongue sliding down the underside. As she reached the base, where her fingers were wrapped around my cock I could feel her tongue-ring flicking around inside her mouth. 

"Play with my balls," I suggested as I watched her pouty, pink lips gliding up and down my wet shaft. 

With her other hand, she reached down and cupped my sensitive balls, stroking her fingers along the underside before giving them a gentle squeeze. I winced as she kept squeezing, perhaps a little bit too hard. I was about to ask her to stop when she lowered her head and ran her tongue over my balls, sending a pleasurable shiver throughout my body. I moaned in approval as lips and tongue covered them with soft licks and kisses before returning her attention to my dick.

"Mmmm, you're pretty good at this," I said softly as her lips once again wrapped around my cock. 

"Hehe," she giggled, her cute voice muffled by my dick in her mouth. "Thank you."

As she started to compliment her sucking lips with slow, long strokes of her hand I could feel myself swelling in her mouth. I reached down to move a few strands of hair out of her face, giving me a better view. 

"I like to see," I explained when she cast her eyes up at me with curiosity.

After about ten straight minutes of Michelle's oral handiwork, I was sufficiently worked up to escalate the situation.

"Okay," said, grabbing a condom from the night table. "I want you to get on top." 

Compliantly, Michelle gave my dick a few more strokes before rising up to her knees. 

"Which way do you want me to face?" she asked as I rolled the condom onto my throbbing, wet cock.

"That way." I ordered, referring to the end of the bed. 

She gave me one more amorous smile before throwing a leg over my body, holding herself in a squatting position directly above my waiting dick. As I held it pointing upwards, Michelle reached down to guide the head into her moist, little hole, slowly lowering her body downwards. Her pussy gripped my cock as I watched her lips sliding down my length. Once she had fully descended and my cock was firmly embedded inside her, I tentatively released my hold on my shaft. 

Placing her hands on my thighs for balance, Michelle started moving herself up and down on my dick, showing a remarkable display of leg muscle endurance. The feeling was amazing, as I watched her little round ass repeatedly ascend and descend, her pussy gliding up and down with ease. I noticed her breathing getting quicker as she increased the pace. 

"Will you play with my ass?" she gasped, looking back half-way over her shoulder. 

"Maybe..." I answered, although I was already licking my fingers in preparation. "...if you say please."

"Please," she shot back with hesitation. "Please play with my asshole."

Those few words turned me on even more and I quickly removed my wet fingers from my mouth and placed them over her tight, anal opening. Michelle purred with gratitude as massaged her tiny little butthole with slow, circular motions of my thumb. 

"Inside," she gasped again. "Put it inside."

Again I complied, replacing my thumb with my middle finger, wriggling it past Michelle's tight muscular ring. She tossed her head back in lustful bliss as she felt my finger sliding smoothly into her asshole. 

"Oh yeah," she moaned, leaning forward to allow me to go deeper. "That's what I like!"

As Michelle continued bouncing up and down my cock, I held my hand stationary allowing her asshole to slide and down my finger as well. 

"Mmmmm," she purred, growing more aroused by the second. "I can't wait to have your dick in my ass."

I felt myself getting close to orgasm. 

I'm going to cum soon," I warned, nearing climaxing due to Michelle's twitching butthole tensing around my finger.

"Noooooo," she cried out, stopping all movement. "Not yet."

I was on the brink. I felt as if anymore movement at all would send me over the edge. 

"Okay," I gasped, trying with all my willpower not to cum. "Get off. Slowly." 

I took a deep breath as Michelle cautiously lifted herself off my cock. As I slipped free, my dick fell to my stomach with a wet "slap". She sat kneeling in front of me impatiently as I waited for my impending climax to subside. 

"Okay," I said with relief. "I think we're good." 

"Yeah," Michelle said, laughing. "That was a close one."

"Yeah, sorry about that. Now...where were we?"

"I think..." Michelle began, as a mischievous smile appeared on her face. "You were about to bend me over."

"Oh was I?" I retorted in a teasing manor. 

"Yep!" she piped out cheerfully before a shy expression once again her. "And..."

"What?" I prompted. 

"Could you use the buttplug on me again?" 

"Of course! So I take it you enjoyed that last night?"

"I loved it! Although...I still want to try your dick in my ass again."

"No problem," I stated, reaching over to grab the pink, rubber plug and the bottle of lube. "I'll use the plug first though. It should help you relax and get used to the feeling. It'll make it easier when I actually fuck you in the ass."

Michelle could not hide her enthusiasm. 

"How do you want me?" she asked, her face beaming with excitement.

"On your hands and knees," I replied simply, flipping open the cap on the lubricant. 

As Michelle assumed my favourite position, I covered toy with lube in preparation. A few seconds later we were engaged in a replay of the previous night with my dick in her pussy and the pink, rubber plug buried snugly in her tight little ass. 




Michelle



"Mmmmm," she moaned, as my cock plunged in and out. "I love this!" 

"Oh yeah? You like having both your holes filled?"

"Mmmm, I love it."

I gave her a firm slap on the ass, eliciting a surprised squeal from Michelle's mouth. 

"I bet you wish this was a cock in your ass don't you?" 

Again, I brought my hand down on her ass.

"Yes!" she blurted out as I smiled to myself. 

I continued fucking her holes as she fingered herself through two successive orgasms. It was then time to try again.

"Are you ready?" I asked, rotating the plug around in her asshole.

"Yes," she answered firmly. "Let's do it."

Slowly, I withdrew the rubber toy, watching her pink butthole close back up into a tight little knot. As I pulled my dick out of her soaking wet pussy, I peeled the condom off and tossed it aside. After applying a generous amount of lube to my bare cock, I rose back up to my knees behind her. 

Clutching my shaft firmly in my hand, I guided the head to Michelle's tightly closed opening. Pushing slowly but forcefully, her asshole gradually began to give way, accepting my pulsing cock into her tight depths. 

"Uhhhhhhhhhh," she moaned as my dick slowly disappeared into her hungry butt. 

"Are you okay," I asked, stopping my anal penetration to check on her status.

"Yes," she replied confidently. "Keep going." 

I smiled with relief and resumed stretching her asshole with my invading cock. After a few minutes of cautious thrusting I was able to fill her ass completely as she continued moaning with increasing enjoyment. Slowly and methodically, I began fucking Michelle's virgin ass. 

"How does my ass feel?" she asked, her voice slightly muffled by the blankets her face was buried in. 

"So fucking good!" I exclaimed, building up increasing speed. My arousal was beginning to peak. I slapped Michelle's ass a couple more times as she purred in approval.

"How does my cock feel in your ass?" I then asked, craving to hear her voice some dirty words of her own. 

"So good!" she gasped, her breath growing shallow and laboured. "I love having my ass fucked!" 

"Yeah? Does it make you feel dirty?"

"Yes!"

"Does it make you feel like a slut?"

"Yes!" she cried out again as I plunged repeatedly into her tiny opening. "I feel so slutty when you fuck my ass!"

"Are you going to let me fuck it whenever I want?"

"Yes! My ass is yours! I want to be your dirty little ass-whore!"

That was exactly the type of talk I was hoping to hear. 

"Good," I hissed, reaching down to grab a handful of her hair. "Keep talking like that until I cum in your ass."

"Fuck yes!" she cried out, her voice growing ragged and unstable. "I want you to fuck me like a dirty little slut and cum in my asshole!"

I slapped her ass again and pulled her hair, encouraging her to continue.

"Oh yes!" she exclaimed, obviously enjoying the rough treatment. "Fuck like a whore! Use me! Use my tight little asshole and then fill me full of cum!"

That was it. I could no longer hold back the tide.

With one final groan, my dick slipped deep into Michelle's ass, spraying her insides with cum. I just held it there, completely buried, as my cock continued to pulse, spilling an unending flood of creamy fluid into her well-fucked hole. Michelle moaned pleasurably as my body twitched one last time and my slippery pole slid back out of her ass. 

As we both collapsed into the bed, I felt a wave of fatigue sweep over my body. My arousal soon dissipated, only to be replaced with the post-coital disinterest that men generally feel following sex. 

"Well," I said, finally rising from my drowsy state. "I guess I should take you home now before I fall asleep again." 

"Ok," she replied timidly.

She seemed disappointed. 

After a lengthy search, we were able to locate all of our scattered clothing and seen headed out on our way. The drive was long, but since it was early Sunday morning there was very little traffic to contend with. As I dropped her off at her house, we said a couple awkward goodbyes and she closed the door. 

I shook my head with amazement as I drove away. I had just met Michelle. Since last night I had licked her pussy, licked her ass, fucked her pussy, fucked her ass and came in her mouth. 

We hadn't even kissed once.

"Wow," I said to myself, as I reached for my sunglasses. "This internet dating thing might be useful after all. 

The End



Michelle



I rolled into Bakersfield without anything resembling a plan. They had refused me at the U.S. border and I was headin' north, feelin' completely lost. I had no friends in this world, no family to speak of, no trade; nothin'.

I decided to shack-up at some cheap motel until I got my head together. I remembered seeing a Pizza Hut on my way into town, which I went to and applied for a job as a waiter at right away. But knowing that that wouldn't be enough to pay my bills with, I also applied at the big Safeway supermarket. I got the Pizza Hut job the same day, and a couple days later, the Safeway job.

I met Michelle at Pizza Hut. She was a hostess there, a cute, flirty, intelligent brunette... real cute, but too young I thought. And besides, I was too mixed up in the head to get involved with anyone just then. Maybe once I'd settled in and got my shit together a little more. But she came to work a few days later wearing thick black eyeliner, I thought for my benefit, and I was spellbound by her remarkable beauty. She had extremely fair skin, and sometimes she'd wear these nerdy-looking, dark thickly-rimmed glasses which I found so sexy on her. She was a real cock-tease, she looked like jailbait. But she was also real sweet, and I just couldn't help genuinely taking a shine to her.

She told me how she was a Master Corporal in the Air Cadets, which was obviously intriguing. And she was the singer for a punk rock band called The Flamingoes. Here was no ordinary girl.

It turned out that she was 18 after all, and had just broken up with her boyfriend, also, I thought, for my benefit. But I was too shy and feeling mixed up to make any advances towards her.

One day on my way home from a shift at Safeway, I met her walking by herself going the other way. I was in my work uniform of black dress pants, black dress shoes, and a white collared shirt. Since it was sunny, I had on sunglasses. She was in short jean overalls with a T-shirt underneath, had on running shoes, sunglasses, had earphones on and was eating a vanilla ice cream cone. She smiled brightly when she saw me.

"Hi, Mark!"

"Hi..." She was the most beautiful thing I'd seen since I'd broken up with Caroline about 3 years ago.

"Where you goin'?" she asked.

"I live just up here. What're you up to?"

"Nothin', I'm just taking a walk. Mind if I walk with you for a while?"

"No, please do."

We walked on together, and she said, leaning back to look at me, "You know, your butt looks pretty good in those pants..."

"Yeah?" I said nervously, "So does yours in those pants..."

"Thanks!" she said, and licked her ice cream.

"You want to see where I live?" I asked, "It's just up here..."

"Sure," she said so naturally, so confidently. Was she attracted to me? Or had I just been imagining it all along? The way things went, I was soon to find out...

I remembered something else- a mini crisis! I figured it would serve to test her open-mindedness as well, so I had to ask, nervously, "I hope you don't mind if there are any porn-mags lying around... I may have left one or two out..."

"That's fine," she said without the slightest hesitation, "I don't have anything against girls who do that, although I wouldn't want to, myself..." I figured she may have been considering that I was some sort of porn-photographer whose web she thought she might be walking into. What a relief! She seemed so open-minded, frank and mature... My attraction and lust for her were only growing the more I learned about this pale skinned beauty.

"Here we are," I said leading her through the parking lot, past my van, and opening the door to my room.

Inside, to my relief, were no porn-mags which I had genuinely worried I may have left out, but my backpack and guitar on one bed, and nothing on the other bed, which was where I slept.

"Oh, it's not so bad," she commented, taking her earphones out and accidentally dropping some vanilla ice cream onto her T-shirt on her breast.

"Want a cloth?" I said right away.

"Nah, it's OK," she said, as she lifted her T-shirt to her mouth and sucked the spilt ice cream right off, clean.

My mind was making obscene connections, which I shied away from for fear of being a rude man. Little did I know, she wouldn't have minded...

I bid her have a seat, and said that I'd go change out of my work clothes in the bathroom.

"Oh, it's ok, you can change right here; I have a brother, and I'm used to seeing guys get changed."

This was somewhat a moment of truth. I plucked up my courage, shrugged, and lifted my shirt up over my head. Michelle starred at my bare, tattooed torso, apparently unafraid. I smiled awkwardly as I took off my shoes and began undoing my pants... I hoped that my dick wouldn't be too hard, show through my boxers, and cause us any embarrassment. But again, she wouldn't have minded, although I didn't know it at the time...

I noticed her give a little gasp as I took my pants down and pulled them off over my feet. I popped my socks off both of my feet as well.

Should I get dressed immediately? Cover myself back up? Or maybe... just maybe...

I looked over at her and she was starring at me, smiling... My heartbeat was quickening, and my dick was getting much harder than I'd have liked; it lifted my boxers up and was very obvious to see.

"You look good... very good," she said smiling.

"So do you... I mean... with your clothes on, of course. I mean, I'm sure you look even better with them off, but... you don't have them off right now... obviously... but if you wanted to... that would be alright... I mean, it's up to you..." I was so nervous, I couldn't speak very well.

Michelle smiled. She could have shot me down right there, but she didn't. 

"You want me to take my clothes off?" she asked gently, in mock-shock. The suspense was unbearable; I really wasn't sure which way the situation was going to go... 

"Hang on..." she said as she went and put her ice cream cone into the sink, sat back down and took off her shoes.

"You can sit down, you know." Up to that point I'd been standing in the middle of the room, my dick making a tent out of my boxers.

I sat down and watched her strip, my heart pounding. 

She slowly undid the bib of her overalls, slid them down her legs past her feet and onto the floor. That left her in just her white socks, violet colored thong, white T-shirt and pink bra.

"You look amazing..." I ventured.

She smiled as she pulled her T-shirt off up over her head. 

My dick was as hard as rock... I wanted to fuck her so bad, but not at the expense of the friendship we were developing.

She popped her socks off of each of her feet, then reached behind herself and undid her bra. 

Her breathing was heavy as she looked at me, took off her bra and dropped it onto the bed beside her... Her pale tits spilled out and hung high on her chest; they were beautiful and ample, her pink nipples hardening in the open air...



"Well," she said calmly, but breathing heavily, "now we're even..." and smiled at me.

She was so wonderful, I couldn't believe my good luck. I hadn't had a woman for so long...

"May I?" she asked, as she slowly came forwards onto her knees in front of me. "Mmmm! What's this?" she teased brushing my erect dick through my boxers with her fingers... My cock couldn't have been any harder...

"Michelle... you are fucking hot, you know that?"

"Thanks," she said modestly, and leaned up to kiss me. 

Our mouths met and electricity shot straight into me- straight to my dick- through her lovely tongue... Her mouth was so soft, wet and delicious, I could almost have cum right then and there...

Then she gently took the waistline of my boxers and peeled them down my legs, and off past my feet, freeing my dick into the air.

I sat with my legs apart a little bit as she held my dick in her hand and slowly enveloped its head with her warm, wet mouth and started sucking me... Bliss! She looked up at me, smiling with her big green eyes, as she slid her soft pink lips up and down the length of my shaft, sucking me hard, and playing with the underside of my dick inside her mouth with her tongue. I let out a sigh of pleasure as the beautiful teen gave me head kneeling there on the floor between my legs. She caressed my balls with her fingers as she worked my cock with her mouth.

I gently grabbed her hair and pulled her face into me as she face-fucked my shaft.

"Michelle, let's 69; I wanna return the favor..." I said breathing hard.

"Ok!" she said, sounding about 15 years old. She was bubbly and sexy and any man's dream come true.

She peeled off her thong revealing a gorgeous, completely waxed smooth pussy, and an unbelievably gorgeous, shapely ass.

"Oh my god- your pussy's gorgeous!" I said, spellbound, to which she giggled modestly.

I lay on the bed on my back and she climbed on top of me, straddling my face with her thighs. I felt her hot wet mouth close around my hard dick and start sucking it again, hard. 

I looked up at her sweet pussy and asshole just inches from my face. I reached up on either side of her thighs, grabbed her soft shapely ass cheeks, one in each hand, spread her ass-cheeks wide apart, and stared at her gorgeous, totally waxed smooth, sexy fucking holes. I brought my mouth up to her pussy, and began licking out her sweet pink love-hole. She was dripping wet as I licked and played with her pussy and clit with my tongue, my nose was nearly pressed right up her asshole. The whole time she was sucking my dick hard and working my balls.

Whimpers of pleasure escaped her lips which were wrapped around my shaft as I ate her out. She fucked her pussy hard onto my face as I slid my tongue as deep as I could up her cunt. I even ventured to tease her asshole slightly with my fingers as I licked her wet pink-flower. I could feel her cunt-hole dilating in arousal, preparing itself for a big cock... my lucky big cock.

Finally, her lips slid off of my dick and she said breathily, jerking my shaft with her hand, "Let's fuck!"

"I thought you'd never ask..." I said as I flipped her over onto her back on the bed, her long, slender pale legs spread wide open, her smooth pussy self-parting in between them, drooling for my cock. I leaned forwards and kissed her beautiful mouth as she guided my hard dick into her tight young snatch with her hand... Ecstasy! I slid it up inside her about half way with my hips, savoring the hot, snug, wet, velvety walls of her smooth teen fuck-hole...

She was moaning in bliss through our kiss, and gripped my ass pulling me into her. My dick slid the rest of the way up inside her to its root; it was heavenly! I could feel her pussy muscles clamping down around my dick deep inside her. I reached down, still kissing her, and grabbed her ass-cheeks from either side pulling them apart as I slid my rod all the way in and out of her sweet, wet hole. She spread her legs wide open to the max, taking my cock like a real horny slut.

I took one of her boobs in my mouth and sucked it as I fucked her cunt. I reached down and slid a finger, lubed up from her own juices, up her tight little brown-hole, hoping she wouldn't mind, but caught up in the moment and unable to resist.

"Yes!" she breathed, cupping her hand on top of my hand that had a finger up her bum and pressing it harder, deeper up into her ass... "Don't stop!"

We fucked like that for some time before she said, "I want you to fuck me from behind..." 

I pulled out and she got onto all fours on the bed, arching her back and thrusting out her gorgeous, sweaty teen ass for me to fuck.

"Oh baby- you look so fucking good, Michelle..." I said as I grabbed her ass-cheeks spreading them apart, and placed my cock onto the opening of her sweet pussy.

"Fuck me!" she moaned, bucking back, her pussy enveloping my cock, and I began to thrust in and out of her.

Her long brown hair hung down around her shoulders as I plowed repeatedly into her sweet cunt from behind. She was moaning the whole time now, and reaching back between her legs to play with my balls as I fucked her sweet teen hole.

After some time she asked breathily, with just the slightest hint of uncertainty, "You wanna fuck my ass?"

"Fuck yes, baby!" I said, immediately pulling out and sliding two fingers up her ass to loosen her up. "Suck my cock as I loosen up your asshole, baby," I said, keeping my fingers up her ass, and moving in front of her so she could suck my dick. She sucked it hard and fast, my fingers wiggling and sliding deep up her butt, preparing it for my cock..

"Is that massage oil?" she asked indicating some baby oil I'd had on the nightstand for jerking myself off with. "...You wanna oil me up?" 

"Sure! Where do you want the oil?" I asked.

"Wherever you want, baby; all over me if you want to." she answered horny and smiling.

She continued sucking my dick as I poured oil copiously all over her back and ass, rubbing it in as I went, all over her tits and belly, her arms and legs, rubbing it all over her evenly...

"Holy shit, Michelle... You look so fucking good!" I said spellbound at the beyond-sexy teen angel sitting naked glistening there before me.

She turned away from me on all fours again, reached underneath herself and spread open her pussy lips with her fingers, and said, "Shove it up my ass, stud..."

I slathered oil onto her asshole, placed my dick onto the brown little opening, and pressed forwards slightly, the tip of my cock ever-so-slightly entering her. She let out a moan. I could feel her sphincter relax, and I slid my whole tip up inside her. I gave her a moment to relax, then slowly slid my dick about half way up her ass, and began gently fucking her, only sliding my dick about half way in and out of her ass at first.

"Slap my ass!" she said.

Smack! I complied, fucking her ever so slightly harder and harder, gradually a little deeper and deeper...

She was moaning loudly now as my dick pistoned in and out of her tight, yielding shit-box. The crescendo increased until eventually my balls were slapping hard up against her smooth pussy below as I fucked her shit-hole as deep as I could, up to the root of my cock with each thrust. Michelle wailed as I fucked her ass as hard as I could, slapping it hard now and then, sometimes reaching forwards to squeeze her tits, sometimes reaching underneath to tease her clit...

And she was talking dirty, too, saying things like, "Fuck my ass! Fuck my tight little shit-box! Shove that cock up my tight little teen brown-hole! Your cock feels so fucking good up my ass!"

After some time she moaned, "Don't stop, I'm... I'm... I'm gonna cum!"

I gave her my dick as hard as I could, wanting to make her cum as hard as possible.

It was such fuckin' bliss as I plowed into her ass again and again to her moans of, "I'm cumming!!!" her ass spasming around my dick, her pussy gushing onto the sheets and all over my balls... 

"Lemme suck it!" she said after her orgasm had subsided.

I pulled out and stood up as she knelt before me on the bed and wrapped her gorgeous pink lips around my hard rod and sucked her ass off of my cock. I reached down and played with her big, oily teen titties as she fucked my dick with her mouth. I grabbed her head and fucked her mouth like a pussy, my hips bucking back and forth quickly, my balls slapping against her chin.

"I wanna cum up your asshole, Michelle..."

"Ok..." she said. I stood on the floor and lifted her up facing me, her legs wrapped around my torso.

She reached behind herself and guided my dick up her pussy, first, saying, "Give it to me in my pussy a little first, baby?"

I held her ass-cheeks on either side of her, pulling them wide apart, as I fucked her cunt hard and deep standing up like that. She was wailing with pleasure, her soft oily boobies pressed into my chest as we made hot love together for the first time. I slid a finger up her asshole as I fucked her cunt. We kissed passionately, and I felt her cunt muscles grip my shaft as we fucked.

"I'm gonna cum again, baby... Fuck me hard!" I lay her onto the edge of the bed on her back with her legs open as wide as they would go, and I fucked her pussy for all I was worth...

"Aaaaaah!" she soon wailed, her pussy gushing for a second time, this time all over my cock, as she came.

I stepped up onto the bed, obeying my lust, and straddled her face, shoving my dick into her mouth. She sucked me hard as I fucked her gorgeous face.

Then I moved back, stood on the floor between her legs again, and held them up and wide open with my hands.

She guided my cock up her asshole and I began to fuck her, slowly at first. I sucked her toes as I slid my dick in and out of her tight, heavenly shit-hole.

"Cum, baby..." she said softly, taking my dick up her ass unflinchingly. 'Cum up my ass!'

I slapped her tits and fucked her brown-hole, letting myself approach orgasm.

"Oh- Oooh!" I cried, blasting my hot jizz up her ass, pressing my shaft as deep up inside her as it would go. I shot another stream up her ass, then quickly pulled out to shoot my next stream across her boobs and pussy. "Suck it!" I commanded, and she came forwards immediately onto her knees on the floor before me and took my cumming dick into her mouth just in time for me to blast the last of my jizz onto her face and hair, and down her sweet throat. She sucked my spasming dick, drinking down what cum I had blasted into her mouth. She face-fucked my cock, and I realized that I wasn't gonna go soft, that I could fuck her again if she liked.

"You wanna fuck me in the shower?" she then asked candidly.

"Ok, let's go!" I replied.

After we had fucked some more and had a shower, we kissed and lingered in the afterglow for a while. Then we got dressed and went out for a walk again. She took me to her house and introduced me as her friend to her parents (little did they know I'd just had my cock balls-deep up their daughter's asshole...)

Later, we sat on the empty bleachers in the empty baseball field as the sun set.

"I like you, Mark," she said.

"I like you, too." I replied.

"How long are you gonna stay in Bakersfield?" 

"I donno, depends..." I answered.

"What if you found... a reason to stay?" she asked.

I looked at her and smiled, "Yeah," and we kissed.

I soon moved to a camp ground just out of town where it was cheaper and more peaceful. I also got a third and fourth job at another local restaurant, and the Humell Mill doing shutdowns on weekends to help with saving money. Michelle and I were fucking on a regular basis, and had even told her parents that we were seeing each other. She was so fucking hot, intelligent, mature, and open-minded for her age. I just couldn't get enough of her, or her sweet teen holes.

Next year she was planning to go to college in Vancouver, and she even asked me to come with her. I thought about it, and eventually said yes. In fact, I decided to enroll in college also, since I'd never got a degree. College: what a lot of fucking hot horny young honeys, let me tell you. But I'd had the best one for myself already. Michelle and I kept on seeing each other and plan on getting married some day soon. It's funny the way fate plays itself out sometimes.



Michelle



Michelle's pussy throbbed as she laid on the bed she'd just made, she did her best to keep her mind busy but her slender hands had minds of their own and lingered over her breasts. She lifted her striped blue shirt above her stomach first, and finally over the cream coloured bra she wore. Pushing the frame of the lacy bra above her small but full bosoms, she let it rest where it stopped, revealing her pink nipples that stood alert. She caressed herself as she let all kinds of carnal thoughts slip into her mind. She tugged and pulled, even twisting, her soft perky nipples. The dull ache in her pussy was calling to her, yearning to be touched. She reached to her denim jeans, and unbuttoned the only button and unzipped the bronze zip down. She removed the layer of clothing keeping her hands away from her own clitoris. Her hips rose and she slipped off what she did not want around her bountiful ass, kicking it to the end of the bed only to hear it drop onto the floor.

It had been a long time since she had last touched herself. She was so used to fooling around with her boyfriend and having him take the reigns of the fantasies they took part in under the sheets but he was long gone now.. 

Michelle brought her right hand to her black satin knickers while her left had returned from whence it came, and cupped her bosom. 

Her eyes closed as she slipped her hand underneath the black fabric. She lingered over her shaven private place, trying not to let herself get wound up, wanting not to give in to this feeling, giving it a second thought.. 

But she could not help it

She was way past stopping herself

Her fingers reached her clitoris but she slid past this to her opening. The wetness suprised her, it was plentiful and sticky.

She dipped 2 fingers in the slippery wetness and started to rub her clitoris. Her breath began to pick up a pace as she start to rub faster and harder. Her clit was hot as the sharp feeling of pleasure rose through her groin into her stomach. She kept a pattern, alternating from direct touch to her clit, to over the hood. Back and forth, black and forth, only knowing she would come soon enough. She was breathless now, moans escaping only quietly here and there. The last 10 strokes she would only touch her clit directly to ensure a fufilling orgasm. Five, four, three, 2, 1! Her orgasm blasted through her entire body, her back arching as she erupted, her fingers still vigorously rubbing at her clit. Her deep moan filled the room and finaly she let go, allowing her body to rest, inhaling deeply and twitching uncontrollably.

Michelle's mind was blown but she was not finished, she knew what she would do next. Her sticky fingers went back to her hard clitoris and began to rub once again.

Her thoughts this time would be more detailed, using previous images she has seen through porn clips and her own experiences.

She imagined being fucked, by man who's dick was abnormally larger than most. From deep penetration to oral sex, she imagined it all. Her wrist rotating clockwise, fingers on her clitoris rubbing furiously, her body's temperature rose every second as did her knees exposing her swollen labia, shining from the sweet juices that had made tracks to the sheets that lay beneath her round ass. Her other hand playful touched her nipples now so erect even she was shocked at the hardness. Her touch was light which took her higher, making herself want more than this. Her chest was moving up and down, gasping for breath sometimes holding it. The feeling in her pussy was becoming all too much, her muscles contracted inside, pushing almost, her mind still thinking about being penetrated with a hot hard dick, girth so fat, length so long disappearing in her wet pussy. 

While her left hand was no idle, laying above her stomach, her right hand went down further and her fingers dipped into the slippery pool in-between her legs and back to her clit. Yes! Was all she could think of, she was there, YES! she orgasmed harder than the first time, she squirted so hard, her muscles pushing out the piss from her bladder and her fingers still at her clit flicking against it, encouraging this feeling to last. Her voice escaping from underneath the bedroom door and even through the glass of the window. Her piss was shooting out like a fountain and then receded to short bursts til there was no more left to flee from her pink pussy as it was left to pulse so hard.

She was breathless now, but she wanted more.

There was one more thing to do.

She turned on her side, aware of her juice now all over her bottom, she reached over to the desk. Retrieving a blue vibrator from the wooden desk she went back to the position he was previously laying in. 

All she want to feel was something inside her.

She inserted the vibrator inside her with ease, it size was 8 inches. Her pussy although wet, tightened around it and she let out a moan. She used it as a dildo first thrusting it inside her in rhythm beating against her engorged g-spot inside. It felt so good, she felt happy and relieved to feel this way again. Her body engaging in hot fast electrical shots hitting her every nerve in staccato, every time the toy was thrust inside her delicious pussy. She pushed the highest speed and began feeling the strong vibrations that gave her sensations that took her higher and higher. Once more her climax hit her in a way no one else could, it struck her from her clit shooting upwards and also downwards, she felt it all the way to her toes. She left out a soft moan this time, as she pulled out her vibrator in a swift motion. 

She lay there tired but she was satisfied and happy.

Sleep soon crept up on her without her noticing and took her on a journey of rest.



Michelle



Her name was Michelle. I asked her to a movie in my writing class at the community college after her short blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, and pension for tiny skirts caught my attention. She was a little girl -- under five-three - and couldn't have weighed more than 110 lbs. But at 19 her breasts were an astonishing double-D. I asked her on our first date if they were a problem for her petite size and she responded with a slow, shy grin. 

"Yea, I'm probably one of the few girls my age that wants breast reduction surgery. They tend to strain my back -- a lot," she added. "Why? Do they look way big?" 

We were sitting at the restaurant where we had gone for desert after our movie, but she unabashedly shoved her chest out as she spoke, straining the buttons on her low cut pink top.

I shook my head, laughing. "Not for me!"

She looked back down at her dessert, that coy grin returning to her face. 

"Well that's good to know," she said, scooping a spoonful off ice cream into her pretty mouth and slowly running her tongue around her soft, red lips. "Cuz I can't afford the surgery yet -- at least not before we get home."

My eyebrows shot up at this invitation, but I just smiled and sipped my coffee, feeling a small foot creeping up my pants leg. She must have slipped it out of her high heels. I glanced quizzically over at her.

"Can I help you?"

She flashed a grin. "I hope so. Let's get out of here."

I needed no further invitation, and a couple minutes later we were back in my car speeding through town to her apartment. She fixed her make-up in the over-head mirror by the dome light for the first few minutes, but eventually shut her compact with a snap and flicked off the light, plunging the car into darkness lit only by the lights on the dashboard.

"Fuck..." I heard her mutter. "I can't wait!" 

Before I could ask her what this meant, I felt a soft hand on my jeans slowly running up and down the length of my suddenly hard cock. She squeezed it slowly with a low giggle.

"Big boy," she murmured appreciatively while her other hand began undoing my belt. A minute later, and my cock was freed, pulsating in her warm, soft hand. She gently slid her right hand deeper into my pants to massage my balls while her right began stroking the length of my shaft. I moaned softly, concentrating on keeping the car on the road. Taking this as a cue, she lowered her blonde head down to my lap and I felt a wet tongue swirl around my head, teasing my urethra with a few quick licks before suddenly engulfing the first three inches length of my throbbing cock in the warm depths of her mouth. I gasped and swerved for a second as my cock jerked in her mouth. She didn't move, just lay there for several seconds as the rest of my length slowly pushed its way down her throat, growing bigger with each inch. I swallowed with some difficulty and she repeated the action, putting pressure on my dick as she did so. I felt light-headed and mustered all of my will-power to not explode right there. Slowly she pulled her head halfway up my cock, swirling her tongue around and around as she did so before abruptly dropping it back down, this time engulfing my entire seven inches. She swallowed again, sending tremors of pleasure through my body. Her right hand was still fondling my nuts and her head began bobbing with a more regular motion. Soft moans emitted from deep in her throat, vibrating my shaft like an electric massager. 

I gripped the wheel tighter as her movements became faster and more forceful, my cock slipping through her lips, against her tongue, slamming into the back of her throat, and then sliding down it only to come back up and repeat the action. I saw the lights of her apartments ahead and I slowed, pulling up to the curb. My foot jammed on the brake, and I threw the car into park before grabbing her head with both hands. Using her momentum, I began to shove her down harder and harder on my cock, thrusting deep into her throat with my hips. My actions were greeted with an animalistic moan from Michelle punctuated her gags as I rammed her face without mercy. I felt pressure begin building in my balls as I quickened the pace, until I could bear it no longer. With a half-moan, half-yell, I thrust one final time, burying her head in my lap, my cock pumping its load in the depths of her throat. I heard her gasping for air, but could not stop as my cock jerked almost painfully hard, shooting wad after wad into her belly. Finally I collapsed and she came up gasping for air, but still vigorously licking my still hard shaft, slurping up the cum that dripped down the side. Her movements were almost frantic like those of a starving animal, and she was making desperate little groans and she lapped at my balls.

"I need more," she finally said, her fevered gaze of unbridled lust meeting my own. "I need more of you inside me!"

I needed no further motivation to pull her over the middle console and onto my lap. I felt her hands struggling push her thong aside beneath her skirt and my cock was greeted by the heat of her cunt, dripping with anticipation. I slid the seat back to give her more room while maintaining my upright position. Then I ripped the buttons off her blouse, pushing it open to get at her enormous breasts. As I buried my face in them I felt her lower herself down on my cock and a shudder passed through her entire body as she sank down. She paused for a moment, allowing her pussy to adjust to my girth before beginning to slowly slide up and down my hardness. Her fucking was much like her cock-sucking: she would slowly raise herself until just the head of my cock remained inside before letting herself drop to the sound of her pert ass cheeks slapping my thighs. My grip on her tits grew harder and I bit down on her nipples, eliciting a hiss of pleasure. She lowered her head down to avoid hitting the roof of the car, nestling it at the base of my neck where she began to feverishly suck and bite on my throat sending thrills of pleasure up and down my spine. 

My hands moved to her small ass cheeks, exposed in her thong, and began kneading them, squeezing them and pulling them apart to gently finger her asshole. Her fucking became quicker and more feverish, abandoning her slow ride of earlier for a more frantic bucking as my middle finger began working its way into her asshole. I could feel my cock through the thin skin, stretching her cunt from within. The sensation was amazing. 

Finally with an, "Oh my god!" she could handle my teasing no longer and pulled herself completely off my cock, pushing my hand aside. 

"I need you in there," she breathed raggedly, and grasped my cock to position it between her ass cheeks. Her first attempt was unsuccessful and I heard her muttering to herself and she hurriedly shoved two fingers back in her pussy before returning them to her ass to lubricate my entrance. Satisfied, she grabbed my cock again, this time lowering herself slowly while holding me in place. It was painful for a moment, but then I felt her ass open and engulf my head. I slowly began to slide inside. She was whimpering now and I felt little spastic jerks running through her body as she inched me into her rectum. When I was halfway in, she began to slow fuck again, rising and falling and using her momentum to shove me deeper and deeper. At last I was completely inside. 

"That's a first," she whispered, with a quiet laugh. "How is it?"

"So tight," I gasped. "So fucking tight!"

"Yea? You like it?" she moaned, slowly resuming her fucking. "You like being balls deep in my ass?"

"Fuck!" was my only reply, and my hands gripped her hips, increasing my thrusting. 

Her moans got louder and more punctuated as my thrusts got quicker, as if every movement was shoving the noise from her body. 

"Oh -- oh -- oh -- fuck -- me -- " she panted.

Her nails dug into my shirt, gripping it like handles as she began pumping me faster and faster. Her ass was so tight it was like fucking a closed fist and her enormous tits were swinging in my face. I leaned forward, catching one my the nipple and trying to bite as much as I could, filling my mouth with her soft flesh. All I could hear was her moans and the slap, slap and her ass coming down on my legs. Our fucking got more fierce and I felt the car rocking. The familiar tightness in my balls returned and I knew I wouldn't last.

"I'm about to blow," I breathed.

This elicited another animalistic growl of pure lust from her throat. "Do it!" she commanded. "Fill me up with your cum! Blow your load in my tiny asshole, please, baby!" Her thrusts intensified, and I felt her ass tighten around my cock, desperate to milk it dry. "Pump my belly full of you! I want every last drop of you, baby!"

Finally, unable to hold it back any longer, I exploded, my cock jerking spasmodically as it exploded in the warmth of her asshole which continued to spasm, squeezing the base of the dick and draining thick ropes of cum into her bowels. I felt her teeth sink into my neck as her moans grew to shrieks of animalistic ecstasy. As she came, my stomach was drenched with warm explosions of pussy juice, running down to my navel and cock and mixing with the cum seeping out of her asshole. She hurriedly pulled herself off of me and leaned back against the steering wheel, flicking on the overhead light as she did. Her legs spread apart, she dipped her fingers into her gaping asshole, scooping out the dripping cum and shoveling it into to her mouth to the moans of, "Yum... mmmm...." The noise of her slurping and swallowing my gizz was keeping my swollen cock at attention. When she had licked every last drop out of her ass, she climbed back into her seat and bent back over my lap to suck up the remaining cocktail of pussy juice and gizz that covered my cock and stomach. At last she looked up, licking her fingers and smacking with a happy look on her face. She smiled into my eyes and wrapped her small fingers around my cock. 

"I wanna do that again!"



Michelle



Her name was Michelle. She was in my writing class at the community college and her short blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, and pension for tiny skirts caught my attention. So I asked her out - just a movie and maybe some dessert: nothing serious. Of course, she said yes.

She was a little girl -- under five-three - and couldn't have weighed more than 110 lbs. But at 19 her tits were an astonishing double-D. It was after the movie, when we were seated at the restaurant, that I asked if her breasts were ever a problem for her petite size and she responded with a slow, shy grin. 

"Yea, I'm probably one of the few girls my age that wants breast reduction surgery. They tend to strain my back -- a lot," she added. "Why? Do they look way big?" 

She unabashedly shoved her chest out as she spoke, straining the buttons on her low cut pink top and giving me a open view of lovely cleavage.

I shook my head, laughing. "Not for me!"

She looked back down at her dessert, that coy grin returning to her face. 

"Well that's good to know," she said, scooping a spoonful of ice cream into her pretty mouth and slowly running her tongue around her soft, red lips. "Cuz I can't afford the surgery yet -- at least not before we get home."

My eyebrows shot up at this, but I just smiled and sipped my coffee. It was then that I felt a small foot creeping up my pants leg. She must have slipped it out of her high heels. I glanced quizzically over at her.

"Can I help you?"

She flashed a grin. "I hope so." Then, "Let's get out of here!"

I needed no further invitation, and a couple minutes later we were back in my car speeding through town to her apartment. She fixed her make-up in the over-head mirror by the dome light for the first few minutes, but eventually shut her compact with a snap and flicked off the light, plunging the car into darkness lit only by the lights on the dashboard.

"Fuck..." I heard her mutter. "I can't wait!" 

Before I could ask her what this meant, I felt a soft pressure on my jeans that slowly began to run up and down my lap. My cock was suddenly straining, and I she squeezed it firmly with a low giggle.

"Big boy," she murmured appreciatively while her other hand began undoing my belt. A minute later, and my cock was freed, pulsating in her warm, soft grip. She gently slid her right hand deeper into my pants to massage my balls while her left began stroking the length of my shaft. I moaned softly, concentrating on keeping the car on the road. 

Taking this as a cue, she lowered her blonde head down to my lap and I felt a wet tongue swirl around my head, teasing my urethra with a few quick licks before suddenly engulfing the first three inches of my throbbing cock into the warm depths of her mouth. I gasped and swerved for a second as my cock jerked in the warmth of her lips. She didn't move, just lay there for several seconds as the rest of my length slowly pushed its way down her throat, growing bigger with each inch. I swallowed with some difficulty and she mimicked the action, putting pressure on my dick as she did so. I felt light-headed and was forced to muster all of my will-power to not explode right there. Slowly she pulled her head halfway up my cock, swirling her tongue around and around the tip as she did so before abruptly dropping it back down, this time engulfing my entire seven inches. She swallowed down again, sending tremors of pleasure through my body. Her right hand was still fondling my nuts and her head began bobbing with a more regular motion. The soft moans emitting from deep in her throat began to vibrate on shaft like an electric massage. 

I gripped the wheel tighter as her movements became faster and more forceful, my cock slipping through her lips, against her tongue, slamming into the back of her throat before then sliding down it only to come back up again and repeat the action. I saw the lights of her apartments ahead and I slowed quickly, pulling up to the curb. My foot jammed on the brake, and I threw the car into park before grabbing her head with both hands. Using her momentum, I began to shove her down harder and harder on my cock, thrusting deep into her throat with my hips. My actions were greeted with an animalistic moan from Michelle punctuated her gags as I rammed her face without mercy. I felt pressure begin building in my balls as I quickened the pace, until I could bear it no longer. With a half-moan, half-yell, I thrust one final time, burying her head in my lap, my cock pumping its load in the depths of her throat. I heard her gasping for air, but could not stop as my cock jerked painfully hard, shooting wad after wad into her belly. Finally I collapsed and she came up gasping for air, but still vigorously licking my still hard shaft, slurping up the cum that had dripped down the side. Her movements were almost frantic like those of a starving animal, and she was making desperate little groans and she lapped at my balls.

"I need more," she finally said, her fevered gaze of unbridled lust meeting my own. "I need more of you inside me!"

I needed no further motivation to pull her over the middle console and onto my lap. I felt her hands struggling push her thong aside beneath her short skirt and my cock was greeted by the heat of her cunt, dripping with anticipation. I slid the seat back to give her more room while maintaining my upright position. Then I ripped the buttons off her blouse, pushing it open to get at her enormous breasts. I buried my face in them, feeling the intense heat as she lowered herself down on my cock, a shudder passing through her entire body as she slowly sank over its length. She paused for a moment, allowing her pussy to adjust to my girth before beginning to slowly slide up and down my hardness. 

Her fucking was much like her cock-sucking: she would slowly raise herself until just the head of my cock remained inside before letting herself drop to the sound of her pert ass cheeks slapping my thighs. My grip on her tits grew harder and I bit down on her nipples, eliciting a hiss of pleasure. She lowered her head down to avoid hitting the roof of the car, nestling it at the base of my neck where she began to feverishly suck and bite on my throat sending thrills of pleasure up and down my spine. My hands moved to her small ass cheeks, exposed in her thong, and began kneading them, squeezing them and pulling them apart to gently finger her asshole. Her fucking became quicker and more feverish, abandoning her slow ride of earlier for a more frantic bucking as my middle finger began working its way into her asshole. I could feel my cock through the thin skin, stretching her cunt from within. The sensation was amazing. 

Finally with an, "Oh my god!" she could handle my teasing no longer and pulled herself completely off my cock, pushing my hand aside. 

"I need you in there," she breathed raggedly, and grasped my cock to position it between her ass cheeks. Her first attempt was unsuccessful and I heard her muttering to herself and she hurriedly shoved two fingers back in her pussy before returning them to her ass to lubricate my entrance. Satisfied, she grabbed my cock again, this time lowering herself slowly while holding me in place. It was painful for a moment, but then I felt her ass open and engulf my head. I slowly began to slide inside. She was whimpering now and I felt little spastic jerks running through her body as she inched me into her rectum. When I was halfway in, she began to slow fuck again, rising and falling, using her momentum and weight to shove me deeper and deeper. At last I was completely inside. 

"That's a first," she whispered, with a quiet laugh. "How is it?"

"So tight," I gasped. "So fucking tight!"

"Yea? You like it?" she moaned, slowly resuming her fucking. "You like being balls deep in my ass?"

"Fuck!" was my only reply, and my hands gripped her hips, increasing my thrusting. 

Her moans got louder and more punctuated as my thrusts got quicker, as if every movement was shoving the noise from her body. 

"Oh -- oh -- oh -- fuck -- me --" she panted.

Her nails dug into my shirt, gripping it like handles as she began pumping me faster and faster. Her ass was so tight it was like fucking a closed fist and her enormous tits were swinging in my face. I leaned forward, catching one of her pink erect nipples before opening my mouth to engulf as much of her soft flesh as I could. All I could hear was her moans and the slap, slap of her ass coming down on my legs. Our fucking got more fierce and I felt the car rocking. The familiar tightness in my balls returned and I knew I wouldn't last.

"I'm about to blow," I breathed.

This elicited another animalistic growl of pure lust from her throat. "Do it!" she commanded. "Fill me up with your cum! Blow your load in my tiny asshole, please, baby!" Her thrusts intensified, and I felt her ass tighten around my cock, desperate to milk it dry. "Pump my belly full of you! I want every last drop of you, baby!"

Finally, unable to hold it back any longer, I exploded, my cock jerking spasmodically as it exploded in the warmth of her asshole which continued to spasm, squeezing the base of the dick and draining thick ropes of cum into her bowels. I felt her teeth sink into my neck as her moans grew to shrieks of animalistic ecstasy. And then suddenly she came and my stomach was drenched with warm explosions of pussy juice, running down to my navel and cock and mixing with the cum seeping out of her asshole. 

She hurriedly pulled herself off of me and leaned back against the steering wheel, flicking on the overhead light as she did. Her legs spread apart, she dipped her fingers into her gaping asshole, scooping out the dripping cum and shoveling it into to her mouth to the moans of, "Yum... mmmm...." 

The noise of her slurping and swallowing my gizz was keeping my swollen cock at attention. When she had licked every last drop out of her ass, she climbed back into her seat and bent back over my lap to suck up the remaining cocktail of pussy juice and gizz that covered my cock, stomach, and ball sack. At last she looked up, licking her fingers and smacking her lips with a happy look on her face. She smiled into my eyes and wrapped her small fingers around my cock. 

"I wanna do that again!"