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Under the Bed

By: surfdial33



I have had a sexual fantasy for quite some time that I have kept hidden from my wife. Until this very moment, I wasn't sure I ever wanted this fantasy to become a reality, so it was not something I could ever share with her. However, without knowing it, my wife is about to fulfill that hidden desire. I am under our bed right now, about to listen to my wife get fucked by another man.

I guess I should let you know some background about my wife, our relationship, and the events that led me to where I am at right now. My name is Randy and my wife's name is Jessica. We were set up by a mutual friend three years ago, when we were both 25 years old. Jessica is short, standing about 5 foot 2. She has long blonde hair, gorgeous blue eyes, and a very pretty face. She has a big smile that draws people to her. Her body is certainly not one of a model, but she has curves in all the right places. It is the type of body that is just calling out for a good fucking. Her best asset is a set of 36D tits that are nice and firm, with perfectly pink nipples. Every time we go out, I catch random guys or friends of mine sneaking a peak at her luscious breasts. This never really bothered me. To the contrary, I was always turned on knowing that men lusted after her body.

I am a good looking guy with a nice personality, but I never had much luck with the ladies before I met Jessica. This is mainly because I was very shy as a teenager and young adult. I was not a virgin by any means, but I definitely did not have the experience with women that most 25 year old men have. I had some drunken hookups in college and some short relationships post college, but I never had any consistent sex up to that point in my life. Having the same need for sexual release that all young men do, I resorted to pleasuring myself quite often. Actually, one of my favorite ways to get myself off was by reading erotic stories on this very site. These stories allowed me to enter into world of sexual fantasy that I wished was my reality. Each story and scenario gave me the ability to imagine that I was the man in the story, pounding some gorgeous woman's pussy as she begged me to fuck her harder. The erotic fiction really helped fill the sexual void that I had at the time. Looking back, I think that my immersion into this world of sexual fiction is what eventually led me to where I am right now.

My relationship with Jessica progressed like most relationships do. We went out a few times and had a lot of fun getting to know each other. After our second and third dates, we fooled around a little bit but I only got as far as fondling her tits. Emotionally, I was just beginning to come out of my shell at the time, and Jessica had a really fun, outgoing personality which helped me with my confidence. After our fourth date, I took her back to my apartment and we fooled around like we had after the last couple of dates. However, this time things went further and we both ended up completely naked in bed. Jessica took control, slid down to my crotch and started fondling my dick. She started with just her hand, but soon began licking up and down my shaft. I was in heaven as she took me into her mouth for the first time. She gave me an incredible blowjob, working my shaft like a pro. We moved into a 69 position and I started licking her pussy as she gave me the best blow job of my life. I was glad to find out that her pussy was just as impressive as her tits. She was completely bald down there and her slit was picture perfect. She was getting very wet as my tongue explored her insides, moaning in delight as she was bobbing up and down on my cock. She suddenly stopped sucking me and told me that she wanted me inside of her. I think I had the condom on within 2 seconds after she said this. She propped herself on top of me, grabbed my dick and slowly lowered her pussy down onto it. I can still remember the feeling of my cock working its way deep inside of her for the first time. Despite the condom, it still felt great as her pussy impaled itself on my cock inch by inch. My dick is pretty average in length, about 6 inches hard, but it seemed to fill her up plenty as she began to ride me. We worked up a nice rhythm with her bouncing up and down on my cock and grinding her pussy into me. I reached up and started stimulating her tits as she rode me. Since this was our first time together, I knew that I was not going to last very long. I flipped her over and began pounding her pussy missionary style. As I was getting close to climaxing, she screamed out that she was cumming. Her pussy pulled my dick in even further and locked down on me as she came. That was about all I could handle as I exploded in the condom soon after, filling it with the biggest climax of my life. I stayed in her for a minute or as we both came down off of our orgasmic high. I still look back at that first time with Jessica as one of the sexual highlights of my life.

Within a year, Jessica and I were engaged. We were deeply in love with one another. We made each other laugh constantly and had a really terrific connection. Our sex life was healthy. The only thing she didn't let me do was cum in her mouth or fuck her in the ass. Other than that, she was pretty adventurous in bed. I certainly didn't feel the need to delve into erotic stories much anymore because my reality was so fulfilling.

That was until a conversation I had with Jessica a couple of weeks before our wedding that was a turning point in my life. We were watching the Seinfeld episode that revolved around the possibility of George having a threesome with his girlfriend at the time. Jerry decided that he wasn't capable of being a threesome guy. In the spirit of the moment, Jessica asked me if I had ever been in a threesome. I told her no, I never had the pleasure of two women at the same time and I certainly wasn't interested in sharing a girl with a dude. I casually turned the question on her, asking if she ever had a threesome. Her answer, surprisingly, was yes. My dick twitched the moment she responded. I tried to play it cool and act like I wasn't that interested in her response, but inside I was going crazy. The same part of me that got turned on by other men checking out her body was the one that wanted to hear about every detail of her threesome experience. I probed subtly, and found out that her threesome was with two men, but after trying to get more details of the event, she said she didn't want to talk about it. I dropped the subject, knowing that I was not going to get any more info out of her at the moment.

For the rest of that day and the weeks that followed leading up to our wedding, I couldn't get the idea of Jessica being with two men out of my mind. I kept wondering how it all played out. Did she get picked up at a bar and taken home by two guys? Did a man that she was dating let his buddy join in the fun one night? Was she taken advantage of while she was drunk? I was consumed by all of the possibilities. I wondered whether the two men just took turns fucking her, or if they spent the night double penetrating her. The next time we had sex, I pictured that night in my head as I thrust into her tight snatch, imagining that I was one of the men double teaming her. The fantasy was such a turn on, and the sex we were having was amazing. Little did she know that it was because I was imagining her with a cock in her mouth as I took her from behind. 

My curiosity about my Jessica's threesome continued in the lead up to our wedding. I began to browse Literotica once again, reading stories about "loving wives" whenever I had the chance. The stories acted as fuel to my already burning fantasies. After reading story after story, the fantasy became less about Jessica's past threesome and more about the idea of her being with another man. Even on the night of our wedding, as we were making love for the first time as husband and wife, I was imagining that it was my best man that was pounding her pussy, not me. This was after I read about a story with this similar scenario on this site a week earlier. I couldn't believe where my mind was going with this. I had just married my dream girl, and all I kept thinking about was other men fucking her brains out, pumping their cocks in and out of all of her holes and covering her in cum. What was wrong with me?

The fantasy continued long after we returned from our honeymoon. Each time we fucked, I would imagine that it was another man's cock inside of her gorgeous mouth and pussy. It got to the point that I couldn't get off without this fantasy in my head. I felt guilty about this, but there was little I could do to stop it. My mind had gone to a place that there was no coming back from. Every time we went out to dinner with our other married friends, I was wishing that one of the other husbands would bend my wife over the table, lift her dress and fuck her like mad.

Things only got worse once the honeymoon stage of the marriage wore off. Her once strong sexual appetite began to shrink and we were only fooling around once a week. Meanwhile my libido was through the roof. I began to pleasure myself more and more when Jessica was not around. Almost exclusively, I was reading stories about loving wives. Wives that willingly or unwillingly had sex with other men. Whether the story was about a wife cheating on her husband with his best friend, or getting raped by the mailman, I couldn't get enough. I encouraged Jessica to run errands or go out with friends as much as possible. This gave me the time alone I needed to jerk off while reading stories about cheating wives and cuckolded husbands.

One Saturday, with Jessica out doing some grocery shopping , I took my customary seat in front of the computer and was about to go to the Literotica site, when I noticed that my wife left her Facebook account open and logged-in. I was about to close her session of Facebook, but couldn't resist the temptation of taking a peek in her message inbox first. I went to her inbox and scrolled through the typical messages between girlfriends making plans, saying hello to old acquaintances, etc., before a message caught my eye for some reason. The subject was "Where you at?" and the message was from a friend of Jessica's named Harris. I could see that the message was sent using Facebook mobile, so Jessica and Harris obviously wrote to each other from their mobile devices. I clicked on the message thread and read the following exchange:

Harris: "What section are you in?"

Jessica: "With hubby in section 127...Where you?"

Harris: "One section over, 126, row 7"

Jessica: "Restroom?"

Harris: "Great seeing you. You look amazing! Lunch soon?"

Jessica: "Definitely!! Looking forward to it"

My heart was racing as I was reading all of this. I was confused, attempting to put together the pieces. I saw the messages were sent in the evening on April 5th. That was last week. I remembered immediately that my wife and I went to a baseball game that night. She was on her Blackberry for most of the game, which is not unusual. In the middle of the fourth inning she said she needed to go to the bathroom. I offered to go with her, but she said that wasn't necessary. She told me to stay and enjoy the game. She was gone quite a long time, about 20 minutes. When she came back she said the line was really long for the ladies room. She also mentioned that she ran into an old friend of hers named Harris. I didn't think anything of it at the time, but I now realize that she neglected to tell me that her "running into" Harris was not random. It was a pre-arranged meeting. Nor did she mention any plans to meet him for lunch. I was really angry. I couldn't believe what I was reading. How could she arrange to meet some other guy when she was out with her husband? And then make plans to go to lunch with him? Even if it was innocent and non-sexual, the fact that she was not being honest with me made me furious. During all of this, I neglected to notice that my dick was hard as a rock. In a flash, my anger dissipated. I had been fantasizing about Jessica fucking another man for the last year and now I am reading secret messages between her and this guy Harris. Isn't this exactly what I wanted? I decided to search her inbox for other messages between the two of them. There was only one other thread and it was from two months earlier, in February. The message was titled "Long time" and read like this:

Jessica: "Hey you...long time, no see. How is everything?

Harris: "Hi Jess. So glad you found me on FB. I am doing good. What is up with your last name being different?"

Jessica: "I got married silly. How are things going with the ladies?"

Harris: "Damn, looks like I missed my chance. No girl has treated me as good as you did sweetie. Any chance your husband would let us go out on a date together, ha ha"

Jessica: "Not likely, stud...You shouldn't have stopped calling me...It could have been me and you that were married"

Harris: "I know...I'm an idiot. You look great in those pics on your page!! Jimmy probably printed them and has them taped on his bedroom ceiling. He was obsessed with you after that night we all got together."

Jessica: "I know...Poor Jimmy. That was fun...wish my sex life was still as interesting now. Let's try to meet up some time, k? ttyl"

I must have read the two messages 30 times over the next couple of minutes. I had to get all of this straight in my head. Jessica and Harris obviously had gone out with each other before her and I met. She liked him enough to suggest that he blew his opportunity to marry her. He had the balls to ask her jokingly whether I would mind if she went out with him. She considers her sex life with me boring. And the biggest revelation of all...It was Harris and this guy Jimmy that tag teamed my wife.

My heart was racing a million miles an hour. I immediately turned my attention to my dick which was about to explode after reading all of this. Like a madman I started pumping away, thinking about Harris and Jimmy filling out my wife like an application. It was a very short jerk off session. Within a minute, I was shooting a huge load all over myself. After I cleaned myself up, the phone rang. It was Jessica calling to let me know she would be home in a minute. I went over to the computer, closed Facebook, and sat in the living room watching TV, trying to act nonchalant. Jessica walked in the door and asked for my help with the groceries. As soon as we put all the bags down in the kitchen, I took her face in my hands and gave her a passionate kiss and told her how much I loved her. I had never found myself more attracted to her than I was right then. What was wrong with me? How could I love my wife, yet get so turned on by her flirting with another man. I was like a drug addict from that point forward. I needed to know if she was still talking to Harris. Were they actually going to meet for lunch? Had they already?

The next day, Jessica told me she was going to meet her friend Tammy at the mall for some shopping. I immediately wondered whether she was really meeting Tammy, or if she was meeting Harris. I went to the computer, downloaded and paid for one of those key stroke logging programs. I was hoping to track her key strokes and find out the password to her e-mail and Facebook accounts so that I could monitor her messages. As I was downloading the program, I couldn't help wondering whether Harris or some other dude was balls deep into my wife at the moment. I called Tammy's husband Darren, who I am friends with. I made some small talk, but what I really wanted to know was whether Tammy was at the mall with Jessica. When I asked what he and Tammy were up to, he did confirm for me that Tammy was at the mall. I quickly got off the phone with him, trying to figure out whether I was glad or disappointed that Jessica was really out with her girlfriend.

A couple days later, I left work early to get home before Jessica did. This gave me the opportunity to check the key logger for her password. Sure enough, after pulling up the program, I was able to see what she typed in for her password for both her Yahoo e-mail, as well as Facebook. I was in. From here forward, I would be able to see any messages that she sent to or received from Harris and any other guy she might be flirting with behind my back. I checked Facebook first and found a message thread between her and Harris from yesterday. It read:

Harris: "Hey hot stuff...When can we do that lunch?"

Jessica: "Hi...So glad you still want to. How about this Friday? I will tell my boss that I have a lunch meeting with a client. You want to meet me at my house instead of a restaurant? That way we can catch up without all the noise...How about noon?"

Harris: "Sounds great...You going to cook me something special?"

Jessica: "Of course...I definitely remember what you like :-)"

Okay, this is definitely more than innocent flirting, I thought to myself. I think my wife is planning on having sex with this guy. One the one hand, the idea of it all was exhilarating. This was playing out just like one of the many stories I had read. However, reality was starting to set in and I wasn't sure that I enjoyed being a character in a real life situation like this. Even though I have been hiding my sexual perversions from my wife, she was still my wife for God's sake. I loved her more than anything. Although our sex life was not what it once was, we were still best friends. I still wanted to start a family with her and grow old with her. I wasn't sure if I could get past the idea of her infidelity just because it made my dick hard to think of her with another man.

At this point there was no way I could confront her about any of this. There was no proof that she had cheated on me yet. I could be making more out of this that it was. Lord knows my mind has a hard time reconciling fantasy with reality. Plus, I wasn't exactly keen on her finding out that I fantasized about her having sex with other men and hacked into her Facebook account. I decided that the only way to come to any resolution about all of this was to somehow witness what went on between her and Harris on Friday.

The next day at work was a Wednesday. I went to our HR representative and asked for that Friday off. I had plenty of vacation days available, so he said it was not a problem. The next two days seemed like an eternity. I tried to initiate sex with Jessica both Wednesday and Thursday night to no avail. She had a "headache." I wanted to ask her if she really had a headache or if she was just saving her pussy for her meeting with Harris on Friday. I wisely kept my mouth shut.

I didn't get any sleep Friday night. The alarm went off at 6 a.m. just as it always does and Jessica popped out of bed with an unusual bounce in her step. She was already in the shower when I went to take my morning leak. When I looked in the shower, I saw that she was shaving her pussy. She didn't keep her pussy as well-groomed since we got married so I couldn't help but wonder why she was shaving today. I got in the shower after her and by the time I got out, she was dressed for work. Her choice of outfit for the day was certainly a little more provocative than usual. Her typical business suit was replaced with a dress that seemed more appropriate for a Saturday night out on the town. The dress had a plunging neckline that exposed some serious cleavage. Much of her 36D bust was on display. The dress was also much shorter than her usual attire, cut at about mid-thigh. The "fuck me" heels and red lipstick she put on today did nothing to ease my worry about what was going to go down that afternoon. I have to admit that she was looking pretty fucking hot. It took all my willpower to not rip her clothes off and fuck the shit out of her right then and there. Instead, I asked why she was so dressed up today. She told me that she was meeting an important client for lunch and he always gave her more business when she dressed sexy. I told her I understood, and that business was business. We left the house at the same, as we always did. Before getting in our cars, I went to kiss her goodbye but she pulled away, saying she didn't want me to mess up her lipstick. I accepted this and we both started up our cars and backed out of the garage. She made a left down the street, and I went right, just as we always did. However, today I parked the car a couple of blocks away and walked back to our house. Entering the house, I couldn't help but think that this home might never be the same after today. 


Under The Bed



Celina found herself sighing as she brushed her hair for bed, listening to the characteristic creaks and groans of her childhood home. She stood in the small bathroom across from her bedroom, dressed only in a thin white tank top that let the slight draft of her home tease at the soft fabric that was pulled taught over her breasts. Her nipples made pert tents in the fabric covering them, the shirt only continuing half way down her slip waist. From there flowed a few inches of smooth, creamy skin before her center was covered with a pair of tight pink panties, lace decorating around the top of her thighs.

She smiled at her reflection when she finally arranged her red hair to lay straight around her face, the ends reaching between her shoulder blades. She set down the brush, her blue eyes catching a glitter from the bathroom lights just before she flipped them off. 

She crept her way through the dark hall, back across to her own room, the lights off there as well. She navigated her way into the bed by memory, falling onto the cool sheets with a contented smile. She enjoyed spending time at home on her breaks from school. She shrugged away her thoughts of homework and boys at school, rolling onto her side and pulled the blankets up warmly around her. She purred at the warmth, finding herself quickly asleep.

* * * * * * *

Celina sat up with a start, eyes wide open, not quite sure what had woken her. She looked around the room, her eyes unable to pick up an disturbance in the familiar shadows. After a few moments of looking around, she shrugged and chalked the sudden wake up to an unremembered dream. She curled back up on her side, eyes just starting to drift closed once again. 

There was a loud skittering from under the bed. She sat up with a start, blinking hard at the sound. She leaned towards the edge of the bed, her thoughts in a jumble.

The skitter turned into a scrape of nails against the hardwood floor. She sat back quickly, shaking a bit in surprise and fear. Her mind instantly jumped to memories a decade old, nights she spent too terrified of the monster under the bed to get her parents for help. She shook herself out of her cowering, leaning forward with a soft mumble.

"You're too old to be scared of monsters," she shook her head, her foot inches from the floor when a clawed hand the size of her face reached its way out from under the bed, reaching up. Instead of grabbing her ankle as she snapped it back in surprise, it lifted into the air and waved to her.

Her eyes went wide, staring at the spot in the air so intently she missed the second hand pulling from under the bed, followed shortly after by the back of the creatures head. Its bright blond hair hanging from its scalp to the floor finally pulled her attention. She shrank back in terror, her scream caught in her throat. After another moment, the monster had fully emerged into the room.

He stood well above six feet in height, almond shaped eyes accentuating the sharp angles of his face. The beast bore a hungry smirk, leaning forward towards the bed, blond hair falling around his strangely beautiful face. Ears nearly a foot in length stood at an angle from his head, jutting backwards from his skull. The monster took a step forward, bones clear under his dark skin. It held an almost purple hue; spikes of varying length stuck up between his shoulder blades and continued down his spine, their tips tinted an inky black. The base of his spine flowed into a slim, whip-like tail, the same color as his flesh.

He took another step forward, leaning his great hands on the edge of the bed, balancing his form on it in an almost catlike way. The hungry look on his elf-like face was impossible to mistake. His tongue was as pointed at his teeth as it slithered between them. A hand closed around Celina's ankle as she flinched towards the wall. She found herself shaking as the beast pulled her forward, screwing her eyes shut. She wasn't ready to look into the sharp teeth preparing to tear into her flesh.

Quite suddenly she found herself flat on her back, ass resting at the edge of the bed, legs straight up in the air. She blinked furiously in confusion, lifting her head as she felt her ankles resting on the creatures warm shoulders. She stared up at the sweet smile on his face, her legs still quivering from the terror before. She lay still, trying to understand what the beast could be trying to do. Slowly, almost without her noticing, the monster slipped her panties up over her smooth thighs, pulling them away from one of her legs. He tugged them gently apart to expose her damp center.

She blushed as she felt the creatures nails scraping softly down her skin, lifting her ass into the air, staring at the moisture beginning to build around her lips with a curious look as he held them in front of his face. She lifted herself onto one elbow as she felt the monsters breath against her core, the wetness between her legs beginning to build as she tried to look up at his face.

She shook her head suddenly, her mind clicking the pieces together as it began to slide its long, dark colored tongue over her slightly spread lips. She body shivered in response, the creature pausing to spread her legs wider apart. She shuddered, her head turning away as its long nails pulled her cunt lips slowly away from each other, tongue flicking over the string of moisture that stretched between them.

She gave a short gasp, trying to pull her legs out of the monsters grip. Her resistance dissolved as its tongue curled around her slowly budding clit, the long muscle pushing its way into her tight opening. Her legs gave a great shiver, her hips rolling upwards towards the intrusion. It slowly worked deeper inside of her, drawing her sweet juices out with slow, tender strokes. He cupped her ass, nails slowly digging into her skin, sliding along her back, letting her legs rest lazily on his thin shoulders, tongue never pausing as it undulated deeper inside of her sweet tunnel.

Its claws slowly pushed her shirt upwards, leaning her hips higher into the air as he kept up his affectionate lapping, the point of his flexible tongue rotating around the cap of her cervix. She moaned, his lean fingers wrapping around her breasts as they bounced free of the shirt, every ounce of resistance gone from her, letting the beast from under her bed continue to tease and pleasure her body.

As the strong muscles inside of her pussy began to contract around his tongue, the monster drew it out of her with a great sucking noise. She let out a loud whimper, her voice nothing but lust and frustration, the world shattering orgasm that had been building in the pit of her stomach was suddenly torn away. She stared up at the beast as it smiled, her juices still covering its chin. Slowly, he licked his lips and laid himself along her body, squeezing and bouncing her breasts in his clawed hands. 

He ran his hot, slick tongue over one of her nipples, it budding up hard at the tickle of it caressing her skin lightly. Celina found herself panting, her body pushing upwards towards his touch desperately, the scrape of his nails over her skin lighting up every nerve. Her lust rose higher as his lips pursed around one of her nipples, suckling tenderly along it, the head of his long member brushing along her thigh. 

He continued to massage and lick along her chest for another moment before he tilted her face up and caught her in another long kiss, thrusting himself slowly inside of her. He rolled his hips tenderly until he was buried to the hilt inside of her. Celina moaned, gripping onto the bed as he held her hip with one hand, the other remaining cupped around her face. She looked up at the strange, beautiful creature above her, the two of them sharing another long kiss.

Celina felt the pit of her stomach start to fill with heat as the rolled herself with the creatures movements, his teeth on her neck now as his arms slid gently around the girls shoulders. As it held onto her, he began sliding deeper inside her, the great clawed hands supporting gently underneath her, resting at the small of her back. She arched under him, her heels resting against the creatures hips. Soft moans fell out of her lips with every thrust of the beast inside of her, feeling like she would burst from the sheer feeling of fullness at the pit of her stomach.

There was a slow buildup of heat inside of her, leaning her head back against the bed, her body moving with every fluid movement from the creature above her. She turned her face away, gripping the bed as her face flushed. Her mouth falling open as her voice rose slowly in volume until she was shouting without realizing, a bursting in her stomach made stars dance before her eyes as she came around him. The insides of her clamped down, massaging around the creatures still thrusting cock, not letting up as the girl beneath him milked the cock buried inside of her.

Her hips shook as they gripped hard around the monsters slip waist, the two of them clinging close to each other. The alien weight and smoothness of him bearing down against her, his mouth biting down on her neck as he throbbed deeper inside of her. She reached up, gripping the short reaches of the creatures hair, the spikes on its back shooting up more straight as he slid deeper, the head of its cock just tenderly beginning to press the mouth of her cervix.

And before she knew it, she'd been filled. Hot cum dripped down along her thighs as he slowly slithered out from between them, pointed tongue licking along its lips, sliding slowly back out of sight. Though, as the creature slipped beneath the bed, one of its hands still held gently onto her own, great claws a gentle pressure against her skin, free from any pain. Her eyes simply fluttered back shut, holding onto his hand in return, falling into dreams just as sweet.



Under the Bed



I turned my attention to figuring out a way for me to observe her and Harris. I couldn't hide in the closet, bathroom, or any other room for the matter for fear that they would see me somehow. I realized that the only way for me to be close to the action would be to hide under the bed. Our bed was elevated and had a bed skirt that hung down to the ground, so I would be hidden and I would have enough room underneath it. The downside would be that I wouldn't be able to see anything, but I would hear all of the action.

Jessica told Harris to come to the house at around noon, so I waited until 11:30 to take my place underneath our bed. Good thing I got under there when I did because I heard the garage open and close a couple of minutes later. I heard Jessica enter the house. Her footsteps got louder as she approached and entered the bedroom. She was alone. She put her purse down on a chair and went in the bathroom, presumably to freshen up for her impending guest. At 12:00 on the dot, I heard our doorbell ring. I peeked out from under the bed skirt and saw Jessica legs walking toward the front door. I think my heart stopped beating for about ten seconds as the door opened and Jessica welcomed Harris with a hello and big hug. I heard her ask him if he wanted a drink. Hey said yes, and they both walked into the kitchen. I couldn't make out much of what was being said. It seemed to be just small talk. After a couple of minutes, I heard their footsteps coming toward the bedroom. That was my cue to stop peeking under the bed skirt and get comfortable in my hiding place. 

That is the background on how I ended up under the bed. The following is what happened above me:

"Are you sure he doesn't know?"

"Are you kidding? I could be fucking half the neighborhood and he wouldn't know a thing. We used to spend all of our time together, but lately he does nothing but push me to go out while he stays at home."

"Did you get all dressed up for me? Or, do you usually go to work looking like a woman on the prowl?"

"It was for you silly. Although I should get sexed up like this more often. I would probably get promoted faster. My boss can't take his eyes off of my tits even when I am wearing conservative clothes."

"If I was your boss, I would have made you my personal assistant a long time ago. And we would definitely be having lots of closed door meetings, if you catch my drift."

They both laughed. I wanted to gag myself. I can't believe this goon is dropping sexual innuendo to my wife on our bed. As much as I despised this man right now, the talk between him and Jessica was definitely causing a tent in my pants. Whatever mixed feelings I had about all of this in my head, my dick was only thinking one way.

"What would we do in these meetings, boss?"

"Well, you probably would spend much of your time under my desk doing some dictating."

"That sounds fun. Dictating is one of my favorite things to do."

I could hear them both take a sip of their drinks.

"I can't believe I let you slip away. We had so much fun when we were together. I still think about you every time I am fucking some random skank."

"Should I take that as a compliment?"

"Hell yeah, you should. Jess, you are the sexiest woman I have ever met. Your tits, your ass, your tight pussy...Being with you was the best sex I have ever had."

"You know you are the best I have ever had as well."

"Better than your husband?"

"No contest. Things with you were exciting. When you were inside of me, my whole body was on fire. Not to mention that your cock is about twice as big as Randy's." That one stung. I know I am not the biggest guy in the world, but to hear my wife put down my penis size to another man was tough to hear. "Having sex with Randy has become an inconvenience. I try not to do it very often, but sometimes I have to let him stick it in there just to get him off my case. The lack of passion really is my fault, not his. It used to be good with him. I don't know what happened. Maybe it was getting married. The finality of it all. Something definitely changed in our sex life and it has become so bland.

"Is that why you got in touch with me? You need some spice in your life?"

"I definitely need something to make me feel alive."

"Should I have invited Jimmy over as well?"

"Ha ha, asshole. No, I am not looking for a threesome...At least not yet. That night with the three of us was fun, but I think my double penetration days are done. I am a wife you know"

So, Jessica did get DP'd during her threesome. I couldn't believe it. This was all getting to be too much. Right above me, my wife is talking to another man about the state of our marriage, and reminiscing about having two cocks inside of her. I wanted to crawl out from under the bed and end all of this. Beat the shit out of Harris and confront Jessica. I almost did so, but before I could, I heard what sounded like kissing. I tried to focus my ears on the sounds I was hearing about me. I heard a couple of clinks. They must have put their drinks down on the nightstand. Listening closer, I definitely made out the familiar sound of lips coming together.

"Wow. It has been a long time since I have had another man's lips on mine other than my husbands."

"How did it feel?"

"Amazing. I feel so dirty though."

"That's good. I want you to feel dirty. That is what is going to make this so good."

After that little exchange, they went back to kissing each other. I could actually hear her breathing more intensely as they continued. The bed began to shift around above me as his tongue was presumably exploring my wife's mouth.

"Take that dress off and let me see that beautiful body."

I heard a zipper. Jessica was taking her dress off just like he told her too. Meanwhile, my earlier idea of stopping all of this was a distant memory. My cock was hard as a rock and I was loving every word, every sound I was hearing. Under the tiny slit between the bed skirt and the floor, I was able to see my wife's dress fall to the floor. She was now on top of the bed in only her bra and panties, making out with this man.

"Wow Jess. Your body is amazing."

"Really? Thanks. I was scared that it was not as good as you remembered."

"Are you kidding? You are even hotter now than you were back then. Why don't you take that bra off and let me get a good look at those gorgeous tits."

I heard my wife unclasp her bra and then saw it tossed right on the floor right next to her dress. Neither of them talked for a few minutes. It sounded like they were in an intense make out session. He probably is fondling her tits during all of this, I thought to myself. My cock was getting more and more uncomfortable in my pants. With them immersed in their making out, I figured I could quietly slip out of my pants and boxers to give it a little breathing room. Trying not to make a sound, I unbuttoned my pants and slowly unzipped them. I was so nervous that they would hear me, but they must not have because they continued uninterrupted. I pulled my pants and my boxers down to my knees and my cock leapt out of its constraints. I wrapped my hand around it and slowly started stroking myself. I made sure to go slow because I didn't want to blow a load. Plus, if I worked it too hard, it would be difficult to hear what was going on above me. Speaking of above me, there seemed to be a break in the action as things went quiet for a second.

"Your tits are incredible. You sure, you're okay with doing this."

"Yes."

"Good. If we are going to do this, we are going to do this right. I am not your husband, so don't hold anything back."

"I don't want to. I want you to fuck me like you used to. I want to be your slut"

I haven't heard Jessica talk like that in a long time. Her words made my already hard member get even stiffer. They bed began to shift again and I heard sucking sounds.

"Oh, God. Yeah, that's it baby. Suck on my titties. Your mouth feels so fucking good. Mmm."

I heard similar sounds and words for the next few minutes. During all of this I was gently giving my dick a tug up and down. I wished that I could see what was going on. I wanted to see my wife lying topless on our bed, getting her tits sucked by another man. Her beautiful pink nipples must have been rock hard at this point from the stimulation. I wanted to see her face as she was telling him how good it felt. While these thoughts were running through my head, the sounds above me changed. The sucking turned back into kissing sounds. I figured they had gone back to making out.

"That's it. Work your way down there."

The kisses I heard must have been Harris kissing down her belly, making his way down to her pussy.

"Take my panties off."

Within 10 seconds, a pair of black thong panties joined the pile on the floor next to the bed. 

"Yeah baby. Play with my pussy. Your finger feels so good inside of me. Fuck yeah."

"You like that shit. What would your husband think if he knew another man was playing with your pussy right now?"

"I don't give a shit. Just keep going. Don't stop. It feels so fucking good."

"I want to taste that pussy baby. You want my tongue inside of you?"

Jessica's breathing was getting heavier as Harris was fucking her with his finger. 

"Yes, oh God yes. I want you to eat me so bad. Keep fucking me with your finger too. I am getting so wet for you lover"

Harris didn't respond. All I heard was a combination of sucking and licking sounds. He was eating my wife's pussy while exploring her insides with his hand. I could hear his finger going in and out of her wet pussy. 

"Mmm...Yeah. God your tongue feels so fucking good. I am such a naughty girl. I am your naughty girl. My pussy is yours baby...Nobody else's"

Harris came up for air.

"That's right bitch. It's my pussy. Not your husbands. I own this shit. It is so wet for me. My finger is drenched. You love having another man's finger inside of you, don't you."

He went quiet. The licking sounds continued.

"Oh God Harris. My pussy is on fire for you. You make it feel so fucking good. That's the spot. Oh God, don't stop...I am so close. You're going to make me cum. Don't fucking stop. Yes...Yes...Yes. Of fuck, it feels so fucking good. Oh shit, I'm cumming! I'm cumming for you baby! Mmmm...Oh fuck. Baby it feels so fucking good. Oh God, I'm cumming all over you...Don't stop"

Jessica's breathing started to come back to normal. There was a slight break in the action. She had just cum while being eaten out and finger fucked by another man. Little did she know that her husband was right under her listening to the whole thing transpire.

"God damn, baby. That was so fucking good. I haven't cum that hard in years. Most of the time I have to fake it for Randy."

"I love eating your pussy. You taste so sweet. How about you get down her and return the favor. My dick needs some attention."

"Gladly"

I heard clothes being taken off. Since Jessica was already naked, I knew she was undressing Harris. His clothes ended up on the floor next to hers.

"Jesus. I forgot how fucking big it was. I don't even know where to get started."

"I know a good place...Your mouth."

"Ha, ha. Don't worry. It will be in there. I am just going to have to figure out how I am going to get my mouth around it. I am used to my husband's little thing."

"Your hand feels nice. Work that cock baby. That's it, lick it."

Even though she hadn't given me a blow job in months, I still remembered what great head she gave. She usually starts by licking the shaft. She usually will suck on my balls as she her strokes with her hand. After that, she likes to tease the head with her tongue before beginning to take the shaft in her mouth.

"Mmm. You are such a good little cocksucker, aren't you. You like the taste of my dick, don't you slut."

"Yes, it tastes so fucking good. It's so big."

"Yeah, use that tongue baby. God, that feels so fucking good. Your mouth is so hot on my balls. That's it. Work that shaft whore. You like sucking those nuts don't you."

"Yeah baby...They are so big. I need you inside my mouth. I want you to fuck my mouth so bad baby."

Jessica didn't speak for quite some time after saying that, but the sounds she was creating with her mouth were quite familiar. As I listened to her slurp and suck, I knew that she was bobbing up and down on Harris' dick. He wasn't saying much other than the occasional moan. He must have been lying back, enjoying the show. He was watching my wife go to town on his dick, and I was listening to it. Other than the sounds of her giving head, it was quiet for about 5 minutes. Finally someone said something.

"Why did you stop?"

"I don't want you to finish yet. I want to save that big load. I want that big cock in my pussy baby. I want you to fuck me so hard."

"Hold on, let me get a condom out of my wallet."

"No, no condom. I want to feel your cock in my pussy. I want the big piece of meat unwrapped."

"Fine with me darling."

The bed shifted as they got in position. I still had time to stop this, but I was way past the turning point. Fact is, I didn't want to stop it. If anything, I wanted to get out from under the bed and cheer him on. The idea of my wife with another man was no longer just a fantasy. It was happening right above me, and I fucking loved it. 

"Take it slow. I am not used to something that big. That's it. Rub on my pussy. Get that head nice and wet for me. God, I want it in me so bad."

"You feel my head inside of you? You are so damn tight baby. No wonder you want my big cock. Your husband is not doing this pussy the way it should be done."

"It feels so good. I am so fucking wet for you baby. Stick it in there."

I could feel the bed slowly beginning to rock up and down. Harris was getting his dick further and further into Jessica's tight pussy. 

"Oh fuck, it's so big. It feels so good. Don't stop. Get deeper. It's your pussy....Fuck it good."

"You love it. You love my cock inside of you, don't you. How does it feel to have a real cock in your pussy again?"

"Amazing. Damn, you're stretching me out so much. It hurts so good."

"I am only half way in. Wait till you take the whole thing. You ready for it slut? You ready to take the whole thing in your tight snatch?"

"Yeah, baby. Fuck me hard and deep. I want it so deep inside me. Fuck my brains out!!"

With that the bed rocked violently.

"Owww!!! Oh fuck!!!"

"You okay?"

"I'm fine...Don't fucking stop. Fuck me baby. Fuck me hard and fuck my deep."

The bed rocked up and down to the rhythm of their fucking. I didn't see Harris' cock but it was obviously a monster and Jessica was taking it like a champ.

"Your dick feels so fucking good. Fuck me like the whore I am baby. Abuse that pussy. Yeah, that's it, just like that. Harder baby, harder"

"Oh fuck yeah. You take that cock so good. Your pussy is amazing. It's so tight...Squeeze me. That's it. Squeeze that cock inside that pussy, you fucking slut. Your husband has no idea what I am doing to this pussy. He has no idea what a slut he is married to. Your pussy is mine. I am going to fuck you whenever and wherever I want."

"I want that so bad. I want your cock to be in me all the time. Oh fuck. Yes, yes, that's it. Oh God, I'm cumming for you again!! I'm cumming all over your cock baby!! You feel it? My pussy is yours."

"Cum on that dick whore. You wanted some excitement didn't you? How does it feel to have another man's dick making you cum?"

"So good. Don't stop. Ohhhh! Yes! Keep going... Harder. Fuck that pussy. Fuck that pussy!!"

They began to really go at it. The bed was bouncing up and down and the slapping sounds between their bodies as they fucked got louder and louder. I was starting to pick up the pace of jerking myself off. I had to stop now and then because I didn't want to make myself cum yet.

"Jess, I'm so close. Your pussy so tight. I'm going to cum soon baby. Where do you want it? On your tits or all over your face?"

"Inside of me."

Those three words made my heart stop. She wants him to cum inside of her. I know he isn't wearing a condom. Her pussy is going to be filled with another man's cum. Somehow my dick got even harder.

"Are you on the pill? What about you getting pregnant?"

"No, I am not on the pill. I don't give a shit. I just need it inside me. I want you to fill me up so bad. If I get pregnant, I get pregnant. Randy doesn't need to know it is not his."

"Alright...I'm close. Work that pussy baby. Pull that cum out of me. I am going to fill you up so good. Here it comes baby, here it comes. Mmmmm. Yes, oh fuck yes. You feel it? I am cumming in you Jess. You feel it, you fucking slut?"

"Oh God. Yes baby. Fill me up. Your cum feels so fucking good in my pussy. Fuck, I'm cumming again too. Ahhh...Mmmm...I'm cumming baby!!! "

The simultaneous orgasm was actually between the three of us. Right as Harris was planting his seed in my wife, and she was experiencing her third orgasm of the afternoon. I shot the biggest load of my life all over myself and the bottom of our mattress. Over the last half hour, I heard my wife become a filthy whore. She sucked and fucked Harris until he exploded inside of her. 

"Holy shit!!! That was amazing. I haven't had multiple orgasms since you and I were dating."

"I haven't cum that hard in a long time either. Your pussy feels like the fucking ocean right now. I need a cigarette. Hold on, I am going to pull out."

"Wait, stay in me a little longer. I am not ready to be without your cock yet."

Things were quiet for a couple of minutes, until I heard a plopping sound. He just pulled out of her cum filled pussy.

"I need to go get cleaned up. I am going to take a shower. I need to call work and let my boss know that my lunch meeting ran long and I won't be back at the office today. You can go outside and smoke that cigarette if you want. You should also go make yourself a sandwich. You are going to need your strength stud. After I get out of the shower, you are going to fuck my ass."

"Really? You only let me go there that one night with me, you and Jimmy."

"Well, all that talk during sex wasn't just talk. I am your whore now and I am going to let you have me any way you want, whenever you want. Let's do it in the living room though because I want to get these sheets washed before Randy gets home."

With that, I felt them both get off the bed. Harris went into the kitchen and I heard my wife call up her office. After lying to her boss, she made another call.

"Hi sweetheart. I guess you are not at your desk. I just wanted to call to say how much I love you. When you get home, I want to talk to you about something. I think it might be time to start trying to make a baby. Sorry to say this on your voicemail, but I am just really excited about the possibility and I want to talk about it with you. Love you."

Sneaky bitch. She still has Harris' cum dripping out of her pussy while she left me that message. I was excited to hear her getting fucked by Harris, but I was starting to wonder whether I could go on living this way. The excitement would surely wear off soon. And there certainly was no way I wanted to raise a kid, always wondering whether it was mine or not. As these thoughts raced through my head, I saw the bed skirt begin to shift. Oh shit, she is changing the sheets. I saw her feet walk around the bed as she began to remove the sex soiled sheets. As she got to one corner, the sheet got stuck on the mattress. She bent down to get the corner off and the bed skirt got lifted during the process. Leaning down to adjust the bed skirt, she saw me. We looked right at each other. She didn't say a word. Neither did I. She was obviously shocked. We just stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity.

"How's it going in there? Why aren't you in the shower yet?" Harris called out from the kitchen.




Under the Bed



Jessica looked at me and cracked a wicked little smile. She turned and said, "I am getting in right now lover. You better get that cock ready for my tight ass."

With that she stood straight back up, walked into the bathroom and turned the shower on. 



Under the Big House



The room was cold and the concrete was rough under her toes and knees. She had heard the muted notes of a band and the confusion of a party but once the door clanged shut it was quiet. The rest was darkness behind the leather mask. Shannon had no idea how long it had been since she had been left in one of the rooms beneath the big house on the island but she would continue to kneel patiently as she had many times before.

The thin linen nightgown that Shannon wore would fall to her ankles if she were standing. Now it flowed out around her sore knees. Beneath the nightgown she wore a snug leather belt high on her hips. From behind the buckle of the belt a wide strip of leather came down between her thighs and then up behind her and was fastened with a lock to the belt. The strip had been pulled snug forcing her ample rear to swell out invitingly. Her arms were crossed behind her back and each wrist was bound to the opposite elbow with short pieces of rough hempen rope. She was blinded by a thick leather mask that covered her face above her nose and cheekbones and came to a sloped peak a few inches above.

Shannon was a short girl, hardly over five feet, and that had limited her appeal on the island. But nature had been very generous in other ways that ensured her employment. Her body was curvy. Her breasts were large and heavy and the thin material of the nightgown was stretched to the limit by her bondage. Nature had also gifted her with a round posterior that jutted back and up even without the support of high heels and it jiggled and shifted wonderfully when she moved. Her hair was thick and spilled in fiery ringlets from behind her mask. 

She had no idea how long she waited in the dark and the cold but her knees were aching when she heard the door swing open on its squeaky hinges. A faint strain of the band playing could be heard then the door closed. A pair of hard soled shoes tapped the concrete as someone came into the room.

"You're a pretty one," said a low, soft voice in the darkness. 

Shannon turned her blind face toward the voice. A hand brushed her hair back over her shoulders and then stroked her jaw. Slowly the man gripped her chin, pushing her head back slightly and then side to side. Her full lips parted slightly and the man sighed as he ran his thumb lightly along her lower lip. Then he smeared the edges of her glossy lipstick to make her full lips look even more wanton. Shannon was accustomed to being handled this way and merely relaxed her jaw to accommodate his desires. 

Her short stature did not work well with the slim-lined fashions sported by the ladies in the rooms of the big house. She could not flirt in the ballroom or seduce at the long mahogany bars like the women upstairs. So she had been relegated to the rooms beneath. To sleep on straw and eat like an animal. And to be used as one.

So knowing her place, she pouted her lips and darted her tongue at the man's thumb.

"And hot!" the low voice said with a pleasurable growl. 

He roughly squeezed her jaw and then pulled his hand away. Shannon mewed softly and leaned back arching her heavy breasts towards the man. His hand grabbed her fleshy right mound and squeezed through the thin fabric of her nightgown. He grabbed her other breast and forced her nipples out between his fingers eliciting a sharp intake of breath. Her thick nipples began to stiffen, welling up to strain against his grip. He let her breasts fall back and then quickly pinned her swelling nips with his fingers. He twisted them back and forth, roughing her tender buds with the thin fabric.

"ahhhhhh." Shannon released her breath in a small sigh and pushed her chest gently forward.

Her life was not easy beneath the big house and like an animal she found her pleasures where she could. Early in her employment, when she was still a maid polishing the big sweeping staircase and dusting the endless mantels, she gaped in disbelief at the stories the older girls would tell and the gossip that flew amongst the young girls in the servants' quarters. When she was deemed old enough to be placed elsewhere on the island and learned the truth behind the rumors she had angrily sworn to herself never to succumb to them no matter what they did to her. Halfway through her time in the boxes she discovered the irrational pleasure within her situation. By the time she left the boxes she knew she had lost. Through her innumerable services she had learned to value that pleasure above all things.

The man pulled her nipples up, pushing the fabric into her flesh. The weight of her large breasts pulled against their suspension and sent a shiver through her body and a moan from her lips. Her fleshy upper breasts were compressed and pushed dangerously at the few buttons at the collar of her nightgown.

"My god, such a hot bitch. They weren't kidding when they suggested I come down here. I must say that this room is rather dingy in comparison to the rest of the house, but every manor must have its stables, I guess."

The man pulled Shannon's nipples up higher, stretching the still thickening nipples even more. He twisted her distended nipples once to the right and once to the left and then let her heavy breasts fall back. Shannon mewed again at the sudden pain but did not cry out. She felt that this was only the beginning.

Shannon presented a tempting sight to the man as he stepped back. A bundle of curvy flesh was bound before him. Her arms pinioned behind forced her massive tits forward and the nightgown clung tightly showing that she had a fleshy ass to match. He could see that his treatment was not going unappreciated. Two thick studs jutted out from her shapely breasts to tent the thin fabric and draw it tighter to the heavy globes. Her mouth was parted slightly and he could see her breath was already coming faster. Her little pink tongue darted out to explore the corners of her mouth. 

He stepped forward and snatched a handful of her nightgown from in front of her belly and hauled it up exposing big milky breasts, large pink areoles, and tender meaty points. He left the bunched fabric on the upped slope of her breasts and then took hold of her left nipple and pulled it up until her skin just began to stretch. He smacked his open hand sharply against the pale tender underside three times in rapid succession enjoying the bouncy jiggle of the flesh.

Shannon was surprised by the first blow and was not able to react until after the third had landed. She gasped and unconsciously pulled away from the man. He held her nipple tightly and pulled her forward giving the bud a sharp twist to show his disapproval. She quickly arched her back as she had been before but not before the bunched fabric of her nightgown had fallen down to cover her breasts and gather around her suspended nipple. 

"Goddamn it!" the man said as he released her nipple and gathered the fabric again.

"I want your teats exposed so don't try to cover them up you stupid sow" he growled as he harshly rolled the fabric taunt above her milky breasts. The faintest pink tinges were beginning to show on the underside of one. Shannon pushed her bound arms down behind her back as much as she could and thrust her breasts forward to keep the nightgown in place. Now her tits bulged down slightly as the tight roll pressed on her upper chest.

The man began to slap her waiting tits. Gently at first, just knocking them into each other and enjoying the play of the flesh, but then delivered with more snap. The big white globes wobbled and shuddered under his blows. Shannon, afraid of the fabric again obscuring his target, pushed her breasts forward into his attack. She felt small mews and subdued protestations escape her has his hands turned her breasts first rose and then pink. She could feel the heat of her wounded breasts and knew they were getting sore and would be for days, but she also felt the flush in her cheeks and between her legs as her teats suffered under his hands. 

Then he stopped. Shannon painted in the sudden silence that had recently been filled with the sound of flesh striking meaty flesh. The man quietly observed her abused breasts. The heavy udders moved gently in time with her breathing. The pale skin of the sides and the underneath had turned pink and were continuing to flush. Angry red lines were already appearing where there had been particularly sharp contact. In spite of the abuse she docilely held her chest out towards him. He waited for her breathing to slow a little and then stepped forward.

He struck downwards with both hands hitting her swollen areoles and engorged nipples with rigid fingers. Shannon gasped and her arch faltered briefly but she recovered before he could grab and twist her stinging nipples. The man chuckled and brought his hands down in another vicious slap. Ready, Shannon held her pose, offering her tits for his punishment. He savaged the tender nips with a dozen more blows.

Shannon was aroused. She could feel the heat in her crotch trapped behind the leather strap. Her ample nipples were swollen tender and each contact sent pulses of pain with halos of pleasure through her body. She felt adrift between this push and pull and lost contact with the room around her. She focused on keeping her bound arms low, her chest exposed to abuse and rode the sensations. She did not notice when the rolled fabric began to loosen but she felt it slip around the eighth strike. Futilely she thrust her tits out even more and yet each downwards blow caused the thin fabric to fall lower.

When he delivered the twelfth blow the nightgown fell to the floor.

"You stupid, lazy, COW! I gave you one instruction that even a stupid, immobile, quadruped could have accomplished." His angry voice filled the small bare room as he brusquely dragged the fabric over her sore, swollen, teats and yanked it over her head. The nightgown's collar got caught by her chin and Shannon struggled to stay upright as the man rocked her roughly back and forth trying to get it past the obstruction. Somehow the nightgown worked free but pulled her mask askew as he bunched the material behind her neck. She caught a brief glimpse of a row of mother-of-pearl studs along a stiff, white shirtfront that ended in a scarlet cummerbund. Below the cummerbund she saw formal black pants. The man's penis stuck out of the fly. It was large and flush and pointing at her face. It was inches away. And then darkness returned as the man quickly adjusted her mask. Shannon swallowed.

"Oh no! No peeking, sow, can't have you seeing my face," the man said as he firmly pushed the mask back in place.

He quickly grabbed a thick nipple in each hand and twisted them sharply. Shannon whined pathetically as she pushed her injured nips towards him. After a few more cruel twists that made her gasp he let go and stepped back.

Shannon panted making her rouged and parted lips flutter. She could still see the afterimage of the man's engorged member repeating across the darkness. The twisting of her punished nipples had involved very little pleasure but the image had made her wet. She remembered the strap between her legs as moisture seeped into the leather and moaned inwardly. Neither of those holes would be filled with that cock.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a meaty smack. She felt the soft kiss of the skin of his cock and the club-like weight of the engorged shaft strike her cheek. The man quickly followed this sudden ministration with a succession of blows to either side of Shannon's half concealed face. He slapped his hard cock against her cheeks with considerable force relishing the way it forced her head from side to side. The slight stinging along his shaft made by the contact was altogether arousing as were her moist and pouting lips. He kept striking her face until he could resist the promised solace of her mouth no longer and grabbed her jaw roughly.

He squeezed his fingers and thumb into her cheeks forcing them between her teeth. Shannon's warm wet mouth opened easily and her dainty tongue quivered. With one swift movement he jammed his cock into her waiting mouth, past her teeth, over her tongue until it reached the back of her throat. He then withdrew until only his cockhead rested within her wet lips still held open by the sharp pincer of his fingers.

The trussed and abused girl quickly sucked in a breath through her nose before the man again crammed her mouth full of his meat. This time he drove the swollen head of his cock deep into her and held it there. He did not even need to use his hands as the girl was still pressing herself towards him from her kneeling position. She kept herself taunt and still as he enjoyed her warm wet orifice. He let the entire length of his cock soak up her heat and felt each small tremor of her stretched body.

Shannon's mouth was full and her body screamed that she was choking, but countless days in the boxes had trained her to repress such sensations. She focused on the fullness that her body feared. The man's erect member stretched her jaws further than his hand had managed. The head was a thick bulbous lump rigid against the soft flesh at the back of her throat. She refused the desperate need to swallow. Refused the need to try to force the obstructing mass down her esophagus. She knew that to do so would only trigger a gulping, gagging spasm that would drown her in panic and spittle more certainly than she would suffocate on the solid shaft of meat impaling her head. She patiently focused on the unbelievable abundance of his cock, savored the faint saltiness of its taste and felt the panic recede. She forced her head forward and drove his cock deeper down her throat.

"So eager," the man muttered in disbelief. His voice was more ragged now tinged with his growing passion.

He withdrew his cockhead to the moist opening as he felt her body begin to shudder from lack of air. Briefly she followed him, keeping her throat against his cockhead but then felt her balance going and kept still. She released a sigh of hot pent-up breath and then greedily sucked in the cold basement air. The grip on her jaw had not slackened and now it pushed her back onto her haunches, his cockhead never leaving her velvety lips. She felt the fabric of his pants against her dully aching breasts and then he let go of her jaw. Shannon kept her jaw slack and maintained her new position.

She felt his strong fingers again grab her puffy nips in their cruel grip. Squeezing the twin nubs he began slowly pulling them forward. Her reddening breasts lifted from her chest and the pressure on her nipples increased as the weight of each of the massive globes pulled against his grip. Slowly she moved forward, following the insistent pull. His cock head slipped over her teeth and slowly slid over her trembling tongue. Her lips left smears of red lipstick along his hard shaft as it disappeared into her. He continued to pull on her wounded breasts until he was fully encased in her mouth and then he held her there by her nipples until he felt the irresistible convulsions of her impending suffocation pulse through his cock.

He twisted the nipples and pushed them back into her twin pink mounds that still radiated heat from their recent beating. Slowly he pushed her body away watching his phallus reappear glistening with her saliva and smeared with her cheap red lipstick. He felt the wave of her hot breath escaping around his dick and when she began to inhale pulled roughly on her nipples driving her mouth back around his cock until his quivering cockhead lodged against the yielding flesh of her throat. This time her convulsions came quickly and he could feel each shudder telegraphed through his entire body.

He quickened his pace and Shannon learned the obvious signals. A twist to each nipple and she would withdraw until only the head of his cock within her elastic lips. A sharp tug forward on her suspended nipples and she would drive his cock deep against the back of her throat. In her darkness Shannon imagined herself an engineer in ship's boiler room responding to the demanding chimes of some far off captain. The quick regular pace made her wet mouth a froth of spittle that leaked out around his intruding member and fell onto her ample breasts. The man began to pant and Shannon could feel the building of his climax as his cock became stiffer and the lump of his cockhead threatened to rupture her tonsils. She felt her anticipation build as a flood of salty precum was added to the messy lather in her mouth.

"Whoa there missy. You're certainly a hot heifer but I'm not about to die the small death in your mouth. Not when there is so much else to explore," the man said as he pulled his cock entirely from her mouth with a wet pop. A sloppy, slimy mess slipped past Shannon's lips to dribble down her chest and slide between her massive teats. Her nipples throbbed from the pulling and twisting, but like too loyal pets they stayed erect and started to swell even more.

Shannon could hear the man's shoes click on the concrete floor as he walked around her. A low whistle escaped his lips. The cool air of the chamber chilled the spittle on her flaming chest and the aching increased as the pleasure receded. A small, rhythmic, squishing sound suggested the man was working his large member with his hand. The memory of her quick peek made her unconsciously lick her lips.

The man slowly moved his hand along his shaft as he considered the bundle of flesh before him. Her nipples, though softening in the chill air, were still thick maroon nibs jutting from the globes of her bust. Angry welts were forming just above the rosy penumbra of her aureoles outlining where his fingers had struck so viciously. Her mouth was agape, the small tongue searching the edges for traces of his salty taste. Her lipstick was smeared across her cheeks and chin. Her chest and face glistened with spit that ran in slow tracks down her bounteous curved mounds.

Her nightgown was firmly tucked behind her head exposing her completely. The pale skin of her shoulders and back flowed down into a surprisingly small waist girdled with a thick patient leather belt. Below the belt her hips flared out shelf-like into a juicy rear split by a narrow leather strap. Each cheek was as large as a small pumpkin. The skin of her ample ass was rosy from her recent exertion. He could imagine what a good canvass it would be for his hands.

He stepped up behind her, crouching onto his hunches and gently squeezed a cheek with each hand. An uncontrollable shiver ran down her body at his touch. He traced his fingers over the firm flesh of her behind, eventually gravitating towards where her cleft was split by the thin strap. More trembling greeted his searching fingers as he probed where the strap pressed tightly into delicate skin. His fingers worked their way up the strap until they rested upon the small lock that held the strap in place.

Shannon was surprised by the man's sudden change in mood. Her mouth and throat were contracting from their forcible dilation and her breasts throbbed from the recent assault. The light tracing over her posterior was welcome and she felt the warmth of arousal surge within her. The skin on either side of her crack was chaffed from the tight strap and his touch felt good on these tender parts. She relaxed her stiff posture, pushing her juicy ass towards his spiderlike caresses.

"What's this then?" the man muttered as his fingers began to pick at the small lock on her belt.

Shannon paused in her pleasure. Was she supposed to respond? That was irregular.

"What is this?" the man said again in a much firmer voice.

"A lock, sir," said Shannon in a breathy whisper.

"A lock? A lock! Who would lock up such a randy heifer?" his voice was hard and incredulous.

Shannon felt him tug on the lock. He then yanked on it pulling the tight belt into her soft belly. He twisted it too and fro forcing air from her lungs with his violence.




Under the Big House



"Where is the key?" he asked in a low voice.

"I don't know..."

"What!" he exploded.

Shannon felt a hand grab her hair and tug. Gasping she tried to straiten up to lessen the pain all over her scalp. She squealed in surprise as he pushed her roughly forward. She pitched towards the ground and her darkened world erupted in stars as her skull hit the floor with a dull thud. Consciousness might have left her, it was hard to tell in the darkness, but she became aware of a sensation of pressure as the man forced her head against the floor. Her large breasts were pressed against the concrete. Their sensitive skin felt every gritty imperfection.

"You lying bitch," he growled as he ground her face into the floor.

"I don't know where it is."

"Bullshit. Why would they send me down here, put you in here, if they didn't intend for me to fuck you?"

"I don't know," she whispered in despair. Why didn't they tell him the rules?

"I don't want to hear that," he said and smacked her trembling ass cheek.

The man laid into her juicy derriere. Hard, openhanded, alternating smacks rained down onto her upturned rump. The pale pink skin immediately reddened from the abuse. His blows raised hand and finger shaped marks. He then filled in the remaining pale patches with another flurry of aggressive blows. Shannon writhed under the blows. Her ample rear jiggled and shuddered from each contact. She squirmed under the assault but the pressure on her head was unrelenting and she ended up futility waving her bottom around in the air. 

"Where is the key to the strap?" the man asked again, his voice raspy from administering her punishment.

"I don't know," she whimpered, almost inaudible. Her questing ass brushed against a hot throbbing object that could only be the man's penis engorged by the thrill of her abuse.

The man paused for a second as she gasped and panted under his weight. His hand grasped his shaft and pumped it slowly. The tingling palm felt good against the intense heat of his fully swollen member. The pitiful girl squirmed enticingly before him. The faint shine of the strap tightly splitting her cheeks infuriated and aroused him. He firmly grabbed the base of his cock and rapped his stiff rod on her red, quivering ass. Savoring the slight sting and meaty sounds he tightened his hand in her hair and dragged her upright.

Shannon whimpered in apprehension as the silence lengthened. The whimpers became a startled yelp as she was pulled back up by her hair. The whole weight of her massive chest was suspended by a handful of hair sending more pain into her darkened world. She was roughly adjusted back on her haunches and then he let go. She lost track of him in the confusion but was quickly brought to attention by a sharp smack across her jaw. Small lights danced at the edges of her vision she could feel the dull ache starting close to her jaw bone. He was mad. A second blow jarred her in the opposite direction causing her eyes to fill with tears behind the mask.

"Mercy sir! Mercy," she begged in a panic edged voice as she cringed away from more of the powerful slaps.

"You tricked me! They tricked me!" he yelled grabbing her abused jaw in a tight grip and dragging her back towards him.

"I dunno nothing about the key sir! Let me t-t-try to please you sir. J-J-J-Just let me try." She stammered around the fingers pinching in her cheeks.

"Please me with what? That sloppy fool mouth of yours? Your silly cow tits? All your good bits are locked away."

She kneeled there trembling in his grip trying to keep as still as possible. The side of her face was dusty from the floor. Strings of drool were marked out by darker lines and her chest and stomach were similarly grimy. He could see fresh tracks of slobber clearing shining paths as they oozed from her mouth and fell between her roughly treated teats. He released her and she immediately pushed her breasts forward and pouted her lips.

"I can do a good job with my mouth sir. I promise. And if it please you, you can do what you wish to my udders. My silly cow tits can take much more than my poor ugly face." She begged in a rush bracing for another hard smack.

"You are a filthy sow aren't you?"

"Let this filthy animal please you," she gasped as she pushed her bound arms down behind her back as far as she could making her full breasts swell out magnificently.

"You need a wash up first..."

With that he let loose a stream of hot piss. He played it back and forth across her chest sluicing the dust from her massive tits and then pointed it at her face. She cringed slightly as the pungent liquid splashed her cheeks, wetted her mask, and entered her mouth. Fearful of retribution she recovered immediately and even opened her mouth to his vile urine. He made sure that most of the dust was off her face and the space between her udders was grime free as his bladder emptied. The bound girl strained against her bondage as the hot urine steamed in the chill air of the room.

The iron grip returned and pried her mouth open. The dainty orifice was filled directly by his large shaft, still tangy with his piss. The bulbous head wedged itself in the back of her throat as she struggled to swallow his entire phallus. Relaxing as much as possible she swallowed his head, inching the meat down her throat. It cut off her air but still she struggled to get it all in, still terrified of his teeth rattling blows. She felt herself drowning but held on as her chin brushed his scrotum. Both of his hands clamped onto the back of her head holding her in place. Panic surged through her but she beat it down. Alarms in her head warned that she might suffocate. She could feel the uncontrollable spasms coming. Rapidly her throat contracted around the intruding member desperately trying to force it into her stomach. She was going to choke. She was going to die. Just as consciousness was fading the man withdrew the shaft with a messy pop.

Eagerly she sucked in air but began to cough and splutter on her copious spittle. Her body was still reeling from her drowning on dry land. As she tried to breathe he began to smack her tits. Strong blows from each side sent the massive mounds knocking into each other. They jiggled and trembled as the coughing racked her body and the blows rained down. Soon she had recovered and kneeled there panting. She thrust her abused teats forward into his blows glad that she could breathe and that her jaw was unbroken.

"Here is what we are to do..." he said as he grabbed her thick nipples in each hand and dug his thumbnails into the tender flesh. "We are going to get your silly cow tits nice and sloppy and then I am going to fuck the useless things." He twisted each nipple roughly and let her breasts fall back.

He then proceeded to rape her mouth and throat. He drove his dick deep into her, held her until she gagged and then drew out. Long strings of drool would cling to him and he would knock them onto her chest by smacking her cheeks and tits with his cock. Again and again, he plunged in deep to ladle spit out onto her flush breasts. Occasionally he would direct her movements by grabbing her nips in his tight grip and using them to pull her body back and forth along his shaft. Finally he pulled out and gave her abused nipples a few hard down strokes with his open fingers.

Her tits flush from abuse, glistened with spit. The passage between them was well lubed. He took firm hold of each nipple with the opposite hand and pulled her breasts tightly across her body. The flesh of her breasts compressed forcing some of the spit out the bottom. He aimed his rod at the warm, wet hole his hold on her created and drove home. The meat at the base of her breasts was warm from his blows and her spit made it as slick as a cunt. He pulled harder on her nipples forcing a gasp from the fleshy bundle and tightening the passage around his shaft. Slowly he worked in and out of the ersatz pussy he had fashioned from her teats. He enjoyed the sensation and picked up the pace. Soon he was thrusting against her massive jugs with abandon. 

His rough fucking pushed Shannon back on her heels and she struggled to be the platform he desired. She willed him to take maximum pleasure from her abused udders. She desperately wished for his salty load if only to end this unhappy session. As his tempo increased so did the tension on her sore nipples. He gripped tighter and pulled stronger. Sometimes he yanked her whole body towards him or twisted cruelly to keep his grip. She moaned and gasped under his assault.

It became too much for him. Her straining abused body. The jiggling of her compressed tit flesh. Her gasps and moans. He churned the spit lining his fuck hole into froth. Each stroke bringing him closer. Suddenly he released her breasts and grabbed his trembling shaft. He aimed at her masked face and partly opened mouth and released a ropey strand of semen. It was followed closely by two more that covered her lipstick smeared chin and cheeks.

He let out a content sigh as he smacked her lightly across her face with his deflating member. Shannon stayed still, letting the cum seep down. There was a brief rustling and then sharp footfalls moved away from her. The door opened with a creak, a brief bust of music from the band, and then it clanged shut leaving her in the silent darkness again.

For some time she kneeled there, the spit and cum drying on her chest and face. The terror and excitement of her ordeal left her chill and deflated. She could feel the serious pains of the bruises beginning all over her body. She waited in her disheveled and degraded state for an unknown duration.

The door opened again on its rusty hinges letting in the sounds from above. She could hear soft footsteps approaching and then stop as the visitor surveyed the abused pile the man had left.

"Well he seemed to mess you up good and proper. I almost came in but you seemed to quiet him down well enough. I bet you're ready to go back to your stall." The familiar voice of one of her handlers broke the silence.

Shannon nodded weakly and winced as her keeper hauled her upright by her bound arms. Painfully she unbent herself and shuffled slowly out of the room dreaming of the straw pallet that awaited her.



Under the Big Top



Raylene had always loved the circus. As a little girl she would imagine herself as a trapeze artist flying through the air with the greatest of ease. She used to pretend she was in the circus while playing at the swimming hole as a child. 

Her brothers had made a rope swing out into the swimming hole, but Raylene, being the ambitious tomboy that she was, added another rope and tied a broom handle to both ropes making a makeshift trapeze swing.

When no one was around she would sit on her swing and pretend to be waving to the crowd below before swinging back and forth on her trapeze. When she was old enough, and had enough nerve, she would hold on using only her knees and swing out over the water before letting go and dropping down in a perfect swan dive. Hardly a splash would come from her slender body as it pierced the deep water below.

Raylene would sit and remember those long lost days of childhood fantasy on those rare occasions when life didn't interfere with its usual trudgery. Her accomplishments in life left little time for the fun she had as a carefree child. Now a fully grown and successful thirty one year old business owner, there was little time for such fanciful thoughts.

Raylene's business ventures had always taken a priority in her life, which had an adverse effect on all of her relationships. Her love life was lifeless and was beginning to wear her down mentally. She needed a new kind of fulfillment she told herself time and time again. 

It was eight o'clock in the evening when Raylene drove home, typical for a friday night. She would always stay late so her employees could go home to their families and start their weekends.

"Good night boss."

"Hm?, Oh, yes, Good night Rick."

"Got plans for the weekend?"

"No, not really. How about you?"

"I'm taking my kids to the circus this weekend. They're really looking forward to it."

"The Circus? I didn't know it was coming to town!"

"Oh Yah!. They've been advertising it on the radio and tv all week. You work too much I think."

"Yah. I probably do."

"Well, have a good weekend. Maybe we'll see you there."

Raylene sat at her desk lost in thoughts of younger years. Her reply was a slight wave of her hand and Rick left the office. Raylene was already picturing herself on the trapeze, flying high above the roaring crowds below. She giggled as thoughts of her being naked on the trapeze flashed through her head. A younger woman's fantasy she told herself. 

She drove home with thoughts of riding on top of an elephant naked danced in her head, followed by thoughts of taking a whip and chair into a lions cage and taming the savage beast while the crowds cheered. She would look out to an all male audience, taking a bow and her breasts would flop out bringing another chorus of cheers and whistles. Raylene laughed outloud.

"You better get yourself home fast little girl." she said as her hand dropped into her lap and began.

Raylene started her saturday morning with her usual ruetine. Get up, wash her face, brush her teeth and go for a ten kilometer jog. She was a creature of habit she thought as she jogged. 

Maybe thats why you don't have a regular sex life. Well, maybe today that will change. 

Other thoughts pervaded her mind. Perverted thoughts. Raylene let them mingle for awhile before moving onto the next perverted thought.

Whats wrong with me? Why do I keep having these thought's? Ever since the mention of the circus.

On and on they went, a different theme each time with one common denominator. She was always naked.

On she ran trying to figure out her perverted visions. The more she thought about why she was having them, the more perverted they became. As Raylene rounder the corner for the stretch run home she was soaked, both from sweat and from excitement that was building within her. She quickly showered then drove to the fair grounds where the circus was visiting.

Once she got to the circus, Raylene was like a child again, happy, excited, and feeling adventurous. She paid her admission and walked around taking the festive atmosphere in, letting it sweep her off her feet and whisk her back to younger days when she didn't have a care in the world.

She went to the big top and found a seat that gave her an unobstructed view of the center ring. There were clowns on motorscooters, their faces made up in various faces, some happy, some sad. The was a bear walking on a wooden barrel. Brilliant white horses, four in all, dancing and prancing to the commands of their trainer. How she'd like to ride bare back and bare she told herself.

The Ring Master took his post at the center stage and with a booming voice shouted out to the audience for a volunteer. Many children and adults alike raised their hands and shouted their wish to be the one chosen. 

As if having an out of body experience, Raylene could feel herself stand up and start walking towards the center ring. Her body was moving without effort, like it had a mind of its own and was ignoring any commands to stop that Raylene would give it. She deftly bounded down each step, her long red hair flowing as if blown by the wind. Like slow motion her body continued its approach, her arm raised, staring at the Ring Master.

Leaving him practically no option, he pointed towards her and announced,

"Looks like we have our volunteer! What's your name young lady?"

"Raylene!"

"Well Raylene, why did you volunteer to be part of our show if you don't know what we wanted you to do?"

"Since I was a little girl, I used to pretend that I was in the circus."

"Well, looks like your gonna get your chance. Boys? Take her away!"

The clowns took Raylene by the arm and led her off behind the curtain where they immediately asked her if she was interested in riding on an elephant.

"Are you kidding? I had just been thinking about that yesterday. Of course I was riding nak..." Raylene caught herself before saying, "Um, I'd love to ride one!"

Her slip of the tongue did not go unnoticed. Antonio, the trapeze artist had noticed Raylene as soon as she walked through the curtains that separate the preformers from the audience. He noticed her long red hair, her slender face and blue eyes. Her long, muscular legs and calves. He was intranced by her look, but when she let slip about riding the elephant naked, he gave her his total attention.

"Excuse me miss. Did I hear that you wanted to ride the bull elephant?"

"Yes" she said, mezmorized by his curly dark hair and rakish good looks.

"I think you started to say that you had a vision of how you wanted to ride him, no?"

Feeling somewhat embarrassed, Raylene looked away briefly, but her gaze returned, as did her confidence and she looked Antonio straight in the eyes,

"Yes, I started to say that I had a vision of riding him naked. I'm not sure why I didn't finish that sentence."

"Perhaps because you know this to be a family show. Such a display may cause arrests and jail time."

Raylene was a confident woman and having been brought up with only brothers, she regained her composure almost immediately. 

Yes, he's good looking, curly dark hair, big dark eyes and a great smile, she noticed, 

But lets not get too carried away Raylene, her thought's continued.

"Perhaps after toning show you would care to return as our guest? We would help you fulfill your vision" Antonio offered.

Raylene looked long and hard and saw no intimidation in his eyes. She softened and told Antonio that she may be interested in doing exactly that.

"Antonio? Your on!"

He looked her deep in the eyes and smiled,

"After your preformation, come see me."

"Why?"

"I should like to help you with your fantasy." "That is, if you really want to."

He left abruptly, dashing through the curtain to an warm applause. 

Raylene was finding that there was much more than meets the eye behind the curtains. People in various stages of undress were running around, uncaring if a breast or cock was open to view. Most people went about their business of getting ready for the next part of the show, leaving Raylene to stare wide eyed just like a child might when in a candy store for the first time.

She heard an enormous cheer followed by an audience gasp and then another cheer and wild applause.

"Thats our queue. Lets get you on top of Brutus."

"Brutus?"

"Yes, he's the elephant that you'll be riding."

"Well, what am I to do?"

"Just sit there and wave to the crowd. And don't be surprised by anything, just hang on and don't let go. Everything will be fine." 

Raylene started to ask a question, but the clown that was helping her had already started to leave.

"Just hold on and everything will be fine!" he yelled over his shoulder.

The cheering audience had quieted down as the Ring Master was making another announcement. Antonio had burst back through the curtain and seeing Raylene, smiled and raced over to her.

"Hey, I'm glad I caught you before you go out. I want to invite you back tonight. We usually have a little party after the second show. I want you to come."

"umayyad, okay."

The clowns started to lead Brutus over to Raylene so she could climb up. She noticed a saddle to sit on and horn for her to hold. The group made their way towards the curtains when Antonio shouted,

"Hey! Whats your name?"

"Raylene!"

As she and her escorts made their way out into the center stage, Raylene was astonished at the large crowd, all cheering and laughing as the clowns preformed their skit. Raylene was enjoying every moment as Brutus strutted around and did his tricks.

Raylene again was imaging her audience as all males and she felt tempted to remove her top to give them all a flash of her naked breasts. Just then a siren went off and Brutus reared up, almost throwing Raylene off his back. Instincts took control and Raylene grabbed tightly to the saddlehorn and held firm with her legs. Her momentary shout of panic alerted the crown until Brutus lowered his body and everything returned to normal. The audience oooh'd and aaah'd and then applauded and cheered wildly.

Raylene basked in the attention and felt the heat of the spotlights as they shined down on her. The Ring Master urged the crowd to give Raylene another round of applause for volunteering to be part of the show which dutifully followed his every command.

Once behind the curtain again, Raylene felt a sudden rush of excitement come over her. Something she hadn't felt in many months and something she definately wanted to feel again. She got to spend the rest of the day with the preformers but didn't see Antonio again. She knew that she had to return to her house again and run some errands, but confirmed that there would be a party afterwards and that she would be invited back. She drove back home feeling the same excitement build within her that she felt the day before. 

That evening, Raylene drove back to the circus and was shocked to see the Big Top already taken down. She felt a sudden pang of dissapointment come over her, when Antonio came rushing up saying,

"Your just in time. I'm so glad you came back."

"Just in time? But everything is already taken down. What am I in time for?"

"We have a private showing tomorrow night in a town only thirty miles from here. Will you come with us?"

"Wait!, What happened to tonight and the party?"

"Still on, it's just moved to the next town."

Antonio opened Raylene's car door and offered to help her out. 

"Why don't I just follow you. I wont have a way home otherwise."

"Very well. You can follow. Would you care if I ride with you?"

"I guess not."

Raylene found herself struggling to remain composed with all the rushing around, but somehow managed to keep it together. She and Antonio talked on the way. How long had he been with the circus? Does he find it rewarding? Does he have any family anywhere? Each reply short and succinct, but Raylene felt he was being totally honest. She relaxed a little bit with each mile. 

The caravan of circus performers drove on. It was midnight before they got to the next city and the crew immediately got started on raising the Big Top. Raylene was amazed at the speed the crew raised the giant tent. When they were nearly done, Antonio said,

"Ahh, Good!, Now we can put on our show!"

"Your going to have a show now?"

"Yes, but this isn't any ordinary show. Come!"

He held out is hand and Raylene once again felt her body comply while her mind was trying to decide what to do. How can they put on a show at this hour? Who was so important that they would do it? And how many people could they expect to show up?

Raylene noticed that the cast of characters were dressed differently, which was to say, hardly at all. The women wore see through teddys, while the men wore hooded robes of many colors.

Antonio pulled Raylene through the throngs of players and into a small tent where a host of other men and women were naked. Without hesitation, Antonio took off his clothes and turned to Raylene instructing her to do the same.

Raylene hesitated as she stood there in amazement. Did these people have no inhibitions? Is this the life of a circus player? 

Several woman noticed that Raylene was still standing there with her cloths on, when one of them asked,

"Aren't you the one that wanted to ride Brutus naked?"

"Um, well, I.."

"Well c'mon, lets go. The shows about to start."

"Show? What show? Who's getting this show?"

"No time to talk. Just get naked and let us do the rest."

Raylene was amazed how her body followed the commands of the circus people. Antonio stood before Raylene naked. His warm smile eased her tension, perhaps as much as seeing his muscled body. Her gaze look downward to catch a glimpse of his cock. She'd seen bigger, but not much. Antonio barely noticed her stares as he helped her disrobe.

"There'll be time for that later. You must get undressed. Your on in only a few minutes."

Her head was spinning, as if she'd had too much to drink, yet she was totally sober. The crowd of women helped Antonio finish getting her undressed just as Brutus made his appearance. They helped her up on the big bull elephant and slowly Brutus made his way into the center stage. 

There was a bright light shining on Raylene, so bright she had to shade her eyes. Music was playing loudly and she could here the Ring Master calling out for the clowns to help with the next part of the show.

Again, there was much laughter and a chorus of cheers. This time the cheers were deeper, more guttural. Whistles and cat calls of more, more were abundant. As Raylene's eyes adjusted to the bright lights, she noticed that she was being stared at by hundreds of men. Not a child was in sight, but many women were, all of them totally naked.

As Brutus went about his part of the act, Raylene noticed Antonio on his trapeze, flying through the air totally naked. His cock was erect and Raylene noticed a woman on another trapeze also naked. 

Together they swung in unison, like pendulums slicing the air. The woman let go of her trapeze just as Antonio reached his pinnacle. He caught her naked body and held her tight while they both swung back and forth. She climbed onto his body and started sucking his cock while he started to lick her pussy. The audience below applauded wildly.

Raylene was entranced as she watched the spectacle above her head. She felt a rush to her loins and she knew that her pussy was wet. She slide off of the saddle when her part of the act was done and waited for Antonio to come back behind the curtain. She planned to run up to him, kiss him and press her naked body against his. 

Before this could happen, the clowns took Raylene by the elbow and lead her back to the tent where they were before. Again, many of the characters of the circus were there. Still no one wore any clothes. Raylene was starting to feel a little self conscious when the Ring Master came bounding in and congratulated everyone on a great preformance.

The circus players all showed their enthusiasm by hugging and kissing each other. Raylene was looking for Antonio, when she was approached by the woman who was on the trapeze with him earlier.

"Antonio would like to see you."

"Where is he?"

"Follow me. I think you'll find this interesting."

Raylene felt that same rush between her legs again. She knew that her juices were begging to flow down her thighs. The woman introduced herself as Wanda and said that she and Antonio had practiced together for several years as she lead Raylene to his tent.

Raylene wondered what that meant, but quickly forgot it when Wanda took Raylene by the hand and lead her into the tent where Antonio was lying on a bearskin rug. Raylene wasted no time as she sauntered over to Antonio and immediately started a passionate kiss. Hands groped and fondled until both of them were so caught up in the moment that neither realized the others that entered the tent.

Wanda had returned with other preformers from the circus and they all began to kiss, fondle and play with each other. There were cocks in hands, cocks in mouths, pussies on pussies, mouths on pussies and more. The scent of sex filled the room which only stirred the participants on more. No hand was empty no pussy untouched, no cock unstroked and no lack of grunts and moans.

Raylene and Antonio were joined by Wanda. Bill and Robin who were part of the troupe came over as well. Wanda took Antonio's cock in her mouth as he had Raylene sit on his face. Raylene was enjoying the visual as well as the sensual aspect of the circus players. Bill stood before Raylene and Robin bent in front of him sucking and stroking his cock. 

Raylene stared at Robin's perfectly shaped ass, her toned and muscular thighs as she bobbed back and forth in front of her. Raylene found it hard to concentrate on anything as Antonio continued to lick and suck her clit. 

Raylene began to grind herself against Antonio and then reached up to Robin and caressed her ass. Robin turned and smiled at Raylene and told her to smack her ass before returning to Bill's cock.

Wanda had stopped sucking on Antonio and climbed on top of his enlarged member and began a rhythmic motion up and down. She reached around and took each of Raylene's breasts in her hands and gently pulled on her nipples. 

Raylene leaned back and kissed Wanda before returning to the ass that she started smacking. Wanda leaned close to Raylene's ear and whispered,

"Harder. Robin likes it harder. The harder you smack her, the wetter she gets."

Doing as told, Raylene reached back and smacked Robins ass hard. A soft moan came from Robin as she wiggled around more. Each smack left Raylene's hand print and indeed made Robin wetter and wetter.

Bill removed his cock from Robin's mouth saying,

"I want the new one to suck me til I cum."

Raylene was lost in the lust of the moment, uncaring about anything but the pure pleasure she was giving and receiving. Bill stepped in front of her and slide his cock into Raylene's mouth. 

She attacked it with a hunger that she had never experienced before. Her mouth was warm and wet. She used her hand to stroke him as she sucked him, twisting and turning it to give him maximum pleasure.

Bill moaned out his orgasm as he pulled his cock out of her mouth and shot his cum all over her body.

Robin and Antonio were fucking in a doggy style while Robin had her face buried in Wanda's pussy. Each pump from Antonio pushed Robin deeper and deeper into Wanda causing her to moan and gasp trying to catch her breath as she had her orgasm. Shortly afterwards, Antonio and Robin both came.

Raylene was the only one left who did not have an orgasm. They all stood and looked at Raylene. Antonio was the first to speak.

"You've not dissapointed us. Now we'll make sure that you really enjoy your time in our circus."




Under the Big Top



Antonio and Wanda lifted Raylene to her feet and lead her to a corner of the tent where a high bar was resting. They took each of her hands and legs and bound them in a standing spread eagle position. Raylene felt perfectly comfortable and gave no protests. They then blindfolded her and told her to relax and enjoy the sensations.

Bill, Robin, Wanda and Antonio began a chant as each took turns touching and licking her neck and breasts. They walked in circles around her body, their hands and fingers finding her soft spots.

Raylene became more aroused than anytime in her life. The sensations of the multiple hands, fingers, lips was almost more then she could stand. The fact that there were as many women as men touching her never entered into her mind, nor did it matter. Raylene was on the verge of cumming just from their many touches. Her hips rotated around and around aching to be probed, to be licked, to be fucked! She called out,

"Oh God! Just fuck me. I need to cum."

Raylene felt hands on her waist pulling her ass backwards. She eagerly complied. It was a mouth. Not what she expected, but not that she cared either. Male or female meant nothing at this point. Her only goal was to feel the build up of an ear shattering orgasm.

The mouth licked lightly on her clit. Another mouth was on her breast, licking and sucking first one nipple, then the other. Another mouth was kissing her lips. Their tongues twirled driving Raylene crazy with wild animal lust. She began to grind her pussy against the mouth that licked her. Just as she was on the verge of cumming, they all stopped. Everything stopped. The chanting, the touching and kissing, and the tongues that were licking and sucking.

Raylene was too far gone to care.

"Don't stop. Please don't stop. I need to cum. Somebody please fuck me. Make me cum!"

She heard a shuffle of feet, a few soft murmurs and then the chanting began again. Raylene felt the pressure of something pushing against her pussy. Even with the blindfold, she could tell it was big.

"We're going to give you what you want Raylene." 

She recogonized Antonio's voice. She bent over as far as her manacles would allow. She raised her ass as high as she could so his cock could more easily penetrate her. The hands on her waist were strong. His strength came from gripping a trapeze. He held her while he pushed his cock inside her. Deeper and deeper he went. Never before had she felt so fulfilled. 

Antonio's pace started slow as he worked his cock in and out. Raylene was relishing every moment of it. Antonio increased his pace as Bill, Robin and Wanda chanted faster and faster. 

Raylene's head dropped as her orgasm built up inside her. Bill grabbed her long red locks and lifted her head up so he could slide his cock in her mouth. Raylene was close to cumming, so close that it took great amounts of concentration to suck on Bill's cock. She worked her mouth up and down and Bill's chants turned to groans.

"Oh yah! Thats it. Suck me good. Oh yah, I'm cumming!"

The chanting became louder and faster. Robin, Bill and Wanda were touching Raylene's hair, arms and breasts. Antonio pounded his cock into Raylene faster still. 

Raylene felt a the rush of her orgasm come over her. She tilted her head back and moaned out loudly.

"Oh Fuck! I'm cumming!!!!"

It was all Raylene could do to remain standing as Antonio fucked her harder and faster. Just before he pulled his cock out and sprayed his cum all over Raylene's back. His cum felt warm on her skin. Raylene loved the feel of it on her body. 

Robin and Wanda took turns cleaning Antonio's cum off of Raylene's back. When they were done, they removed the mangles and helped Raylene back to the bearskin rug where the evenings sexual romp had first started.

The three woman took turns pleasing each other, but mostly Robin and Wanda concentrated on Raylene. Kisses, nibbles and licks were plentiful and Raylene thought to herself how much she had missed these sensations.

Antonio and Bill had been watching the women. Each man had their cock's in their hands, stroking themselves to another orgasm. Robin and Wanda took turns sucking on each mans cock until they were spent. Antonio looked at Raylene, his dark eyes penetrating her's, holding her gaze before he asked,

"So. How did you like the Circus?"



Under the Blades



It was Saturday. This evening had always been the time to put aside the world and enter into His fantasies, be they whips, or wax, or ice, or whatever flights His fantasy might take. All she knew was that He had not harmed her and that she enjoyed it all. She knew the ritual of preparation well, she bathed, never taking a shower before a scene. She cleaned herself thoroughly. She knew Master liked a clean body for play. Then she dried off and headed for the Dungeon in the nude as she knew clothing was never allowed to her in the dungeon.  She walked slowly to the room T/they referred to as the dungeon not knowing what to expect. The door stood like a sentinel blocking her from the reward or punishment awaiting her. Her pulse was racing and nervous sweat appeared as if by its own free will on her palms and upper lip from the knowledge that He was waiting inside for her. She wondered why as her mind started to speak to her. "Foolish girl what is there to be nervous about? You know this Man, have scened with Him many times. So what if you are going to experience something new? So what if He left it a mystery as to what new sensations are in store for you?"

She opened the door, a small giggle suddenly escaping her lips as she pictured her own nervousness. She immediately wished it hadn't as she took in the familiar room. The shadowed corners seemed dark and forbidding yet at the same time warm and inviting. The hulks of the various implements of play almost appeared to be shadowed monsters inviting her to come and play. Georgian chants seemed to drift from everywhere and a sweet oily fragrance filled the air. Her mind took it in, telling her there was something different, something new. What it was seemed to elude her

Then He stepped out of the shadows, the subdued light not quite giving details to His features, or to the things held in His hands. They remain undefined save for brief flashes of candlelight on the small bits of metal. He approached and the items became her scening collar with cuffs and a blindfold. Her eyes immediately lowered in submission upon the sight of Him. So powerful, so in control that it seemed at first no emotion showed on His face. She took a step toward Him only to hear His voice telling her to stop and close the door.

The gloom in the room intensified as the door swung shut, only the few small candle offering glimpses of light. Flashes of metal and a strong but not uncomfortable heat filled the space. She felt more than saw Him as He walked to her, and then around her. His hot breath played with the small hairs at the base of her neck as He whispered close to her ear, "Do you trust Me?"

Softly she whispered. "Yes Master. You know i do."

"Then trust Me," He replied as He slowly wrapped her collar around her neck.

The soft yet strong leather embraced her, making her feel owned and at His mercy, even before the cuffs were attached. The feeling deepened as He attached the cuffs His collar about her neck.

He walked a few feet from her and stopped to admire her, still holding the blindfold, before going to the other side of the room. Then it struck her what the new item was, a refrigerator. With a devilish grin He opened it to reveal several blades of various lengths and shapes. The stark bulb in the fridge made them stand out so that it seemed nothing else in the room existed. Her safeword tickled the back of her tongue, but she didn't speak it, reminding herself that He has not harmed her, and promised He would not harm her. She said nothing.

Then one by one he pulled out the blades and used them to slice a piece of paper, demonstrating their sharpness. He finished His cuts and showed her the intricately carved paper lace heart He had left. Walking toward her holding the blade out straight He once again asked, "Do you trust Me?"

Regaining her composure she replied, "You know i trust you with my very life."

Once again smiling that devilish grin He said, "Tonight you will taste My blades on your skin, but not yet."

Placing the knife back in the fridge and closing the door He turned to His collection of whips on the wall. After much consideration he took down the bungee whip and the stinger flogger. Walking back toward her He guided her to the post in the middle of the room and releasing her cuffs from her collar He fastened them to it. Then He walked behind her and placed the blindfold on her. He began with the bungee whip, first letting the strands flow down her back then wrapping it around her neck to give her a feel of it.

He started with one stinging blow across her backside. Using an alternating pattern of swift blows and gentle grazing He began flogging her, each touch of the whip feeling like the kiss of a lover on the tender cheeks of her bottom. Each caress brought her more pleasure than the one before. Then as if by accident He allowed one swipe to flow down between her legs, the tender kiss of the flogger bringing a new shock of pleasure as it ran across her moistened mound.

He stopped momentarily to feel her backside, rubbing gently to feel the warmth and make sure there were no welts beginning to form yet. Picking up the whip once more He began again, keeping perfect time with the chants flowing through the room. He smiled as she began moving in time with the chants and the steady thump of the flogger, and smiled wider as she jumped and moaned at the irregular strikes between her legs. Stopping again to feel her progress He gave a satisfied smile and set that whip to the side.

Picking up the stinger flogger He traced the strands of it up her back and across her neck then up her face to stop just below the nose. She inhaled deeply of the fragrance of leather, and felt herself getting even more aroused by the scent of it. He started with strikes that barely touched the skin, swinging in a circular motion that brought a cooling breeze between each gentle scrape of the whip. Then in a sudden move He snapped the ends across her bottom, bringing a thrill of pleasure before returning to the scraping swipes from before. Occasionally and at no timed interval He struck softly between her legs.

Checking her progress He realized she was close to welts forming and stopped. The sound of her rapid breathing filled the air as He took her off the post. She found herself helpless to do anything but follow as He guided her, and she knew for sure that she was completely under His control as He walked her to the free standing hooks and attached her cuffs to them.

Standing close to her He whispered, "Are you ready My love for what I have for you?"

Sounding to herself as if she was speaking in a dream she replied, "Do as You will Master, I am Yours."

The words brought a smile to His lips as He knew she spoke true. She was deep in subspace now and not able to think or cry out. He walked to the fridge making a mental note to be extra careful not to cut her. "That is not for this time, He whispered to Himself.

Opening the refrigerator He chose His first blade and closed the door to keep the rest cold. Walking to her He placed the cold steel against her warm buttocks and smiled as she involuntarily jumped. Her body started shivering, not from the cold of the steel but from the tingling sensations of having such a dangerous weapon against her skin. Her reaction brought a smile to His lips as He gave her a little spank with the flat of the blade. Then turning it so that just the edge rested against her He began tracing the crack of her bottom with the edge of the blade. Sliding it up to the point and just barely touching her He ran it up her back, the cold steel feeling almost hot against her skin. She thought of how easily He could take her life, as He has already taken her heart, but she knew she was safe with Him, knew that no harm would come from Him.

Suddenly He stopped. Looking to the fridge He realized that this is not right. He went to the fridge and removed the several blades He planned on using this night and placed them on a nearby table, in easy reach. Then returning to her He picked up a fresh knife and slowly ran the blunt edge over the middle of her mound, gently caressing her clit with the steel before moving it between her legs and lightly pressing the tip against her butt. With a precise motion He ran the sharp edge against her side starting at the waist and sliding it up to her armpit and back down the other side before placing that knife back on the table.

Taking the third knife He stood close to her, pressing His silk covered chest against her bare back. He brought the edge of a hand held ax to her throat. Pressing the edge against the skin tightly, but not so hard as to cut He whispered again, "Do you trust Me?"

Unable to speak she simply nodded. He slid the cold edge between her breasts and then lay the blade flat against her chest before bringing it outward to press each of the ax's two points against her nipples. Then with a slow deliberate move He drug the two points across her stomach slowly turning the blade as He neared the place where her thighs meet. He traced the blade down the inside of her thighs.

Reaching her ankles He moved the blade to the outside of the leg and pressed another blade against the other leg. Both knives moved up her body in synchronous motions. Then as if timed He dropped the knives and moved in front of her as she collapsed unable to stand against the passion building inside her.

Holding her with one arm He freed the cuffs from the hooks and helped her to a bed. He checked her over thoroughly for cuts or bleeding welts. Finding none He applied a soothing cream that He made especially for His scenes, watching as the redness faded back to normal color and the welts began to darken into the bruises that will remind her of this evening. He smiled once again with pride at His lovely lady. Taking her into His arms He cuddled her long into the night. Feeling her drift off to sleep He decided that discussion could wait until the morning, and followed her. 



Under the Blanket



My friend Sean and I had been friends throughout High School. We went to different schools, though, which made it difficult to hang out all the time. But we always made it a point to be around each other on the weekends. Neither one of us were attracted to boys, and as the end of senior year came around we both had nice looking girlfriends. But there was one thing Sean and I always enjoyed.

Every time we were in the car or hiking or in the grocery store we looking for a way to find porn. Most of the time we were unlucky, but a few times someone had discarder there magazine on the side of the road or in garbage so that we could find it. And when we did, we would go into the woods (since we lived in the Deep South) and look at the dirty pictures. Both of would get hard cocks, and admit to each other, but it never went farther that. Until . . .

One day Sean and I were driving down the road and found a prominent porn mag. We decided to stop at the side of the road and take a look at our treasure. We were pretty excited just to find it, but when we looked inside at the lesbians licking each other pussies we were blown away. And as we got farther into the magazine, there was a picture of a muscular guy with a clean shaven cock. I didn't know what Sean was thinking at this point, but my cock was getting really hard. Each picture showed another angle of his 8" cock. Neither of us had seen such a thing before. I had never even thought of a guy this way, but I was so turned on by the site of his hard cock. 

I wanted to jerk off so bad, but was afraid Sean would tell someone. I didn't know if he liked the pictures, even. I glanced down at his lap and saw the outline of his penis through his shorts. He must not have any underwear on, and his shorts clung to his hard cock. My cock was now as hard as it could get. I never thought any sexual thoughts towards Sean, but seeing his hard penis made me so horny. I looked at him without a word and he was looking at my hard cock through my jeans. I reached over slowly and slid my hand across his erect cock over his shorts. Neither of us said anything, our hearts racing. I saw his made moving towards the direction of my crotch, but a car pulled in behind us, and Sean suddenly started the car and pulled away. We didn't speak on the way home of what had happened. But agreed that we couldn't wait to get home and continue looking at the porn.

When we got home we rushed to his room, slid under the blankets, and opened the magazine. I turned to the page with guy and his hard cock. Immediately, my dick got hard. I just stared at his hard dick, and before I knew it was slowly rubbing myself. I slid my hand in my pants and stroked my dick with Sean right next to me. I felt the precum on the tip of my cock, brushed my finger over the cum and slid the sweet semen into my mouth. I looked at Sean and he had seen the whole thing and was rubbing his cock. So I reached over with my other hand, and slid my hand under his shorts. I don't know why I did this, but the feel of his warm cock on my hand made me so excited. His cock must have been eight inches. He moaned as I ran my hand up and down his uncut penis. I had never touched another guy's cock before, and never even seen an uncut penis. As i palmed his hairy balls, my dick grew and so did my curiosity.

I slowly pulled the blanket down past our waists, and saw my hand pumping Sean's hard cock. He didn't say a word as he grabbed my hand and helped me jerk him off. I was ready to cum myself but quit stroking myself to pull Sean's shorts down. He didn't object as I exposed his huge cock. I stroked his dick a little more, but I was so horny I wanted him naked. So I removed his shorts and shirt, and he finally got over his nervousness and undid my pants and grabbed my hard cock. As he stroked my erect penis, I could not help but lean over and lick the tip of cock and taste his semen. He gently guided my mouth over his cock. I opened my mouth and slowly took his dick into my mouth. I worked his cock up and down as the precum trickled into me. One hand helped me blow him and the other caressed his balls. Eventually, one of my hands found his ass. I slowly inserted a finger into his asshole and continued to suck his cock. His moans grew louder. I had him get off his back and straddle my chest so his dick was pointing at my face. 

"Fuck my face, Sean. Cum all over me."

That was all he needed. He rammed his dick into my mouth and fucked my mouth. I didn't know what I was doing, but it must have felt good, because a minute later his semen exploded in my mouth. I took it all in and swallowed what I could. I let the rest drip down my chin. 

After he finished, I jerked myself and shot my load over my stomach. We slid under the blanket and spread all the semen over my naked body. After that, we had several more adventures in public places, but haven't spoken in ten years. 



Under the Blanket



This story also contains elements of exhibitionism and anal. Please enjoy!

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John and Nicola curled around each other, sitting on the couch, as they huddled under the blanket... Marc's basement was freezing. Their friends sat around the room, either watching "Die Hard" along with them, or playing on a computer. It was a relaxed night in the dark basement, Terri, Calvin and Gary were sipping on their beers from the other side of the large L-shaped couch, and behind them all Scott and Derek were clacking away at their keyboards... playing online games.

Nicola nuzzled into the side of John's neck, kissing him very lightly just because he smelled so good. His jaw pressed against the top of her head, just a little, and she knew he was smiling as his hand ran down her side, pulling her closer in under the blanket. Pulling her legs up onto the couch, she curled into half a ball, pressing against him with her hand on his hip. Being so close to him was always distracting... but she tried to concentrate on the movie, even when his fingers started moving in seductive little circles at the small of her back. In acknowledgment of his touch, she tilted her head back and kissed the side of his neck a little more firmly, squeezing her own hand on his side as she did so.

Turning his head, John caught his lips with hers and they kissed as his hand slid down her back and into her pants, gripping her ass firmly and making her squeal a little as she pulled away laughing. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Scott glancing at them and she buried her head back into John's shoulder with a look of pure innocence on her face... made slightly harder by the fact that John had yet to remove his hand from the bare skin of her ass.

She shifted a little, enjoying the feel of his warm hand against her flesh, lowering her head a little Nicola nuzzled against his chest... and then quickly bit down, aiming for near his nipple although it was a little hard to tell through his shirt. John jumped a bit, his fingers digging into her asscheek and she a little tingle between her legs. Although she was pretty sure that he was giving her one of his looks, she didn't look up to return it because she didn't want to draw any attention to them. Then she felt his head move upwards again, back to staring at the screen... but his fingers slid lower down her ass cheek, moving inwards to press inside the crack.

Drawing a deep breath, Nicola pulled the blanket up more, feeling safer with it tucked securely around her body... if it had just been a dark room then someone probably would've spotted John's hand down her pants, but with the blanket they just looked cutely cuddled. As long as she didn't do anything obvious... and she tried to control herself as she shuddered a little, feeling his fingers reach her pussy lips. Scooting herself further into him, to allow him better access, Nicola moved her hand to his thigh, squeezing it hard. He'd never gotten quite this touchy in a room full of their friends, and she found it excited her even as she didn't want anyone to notice what was going on.

Ignoring the squeeze to his thigh, John began to run his fingers around the outside of her pussy, a little bit up her asscrack, and back. Nicola pressed her head against his shoulder as his other hand found her collarbone, and then slid down the front of her shirt and into her bra. His hand hefted her flesh and his fingers quickly pinched her nipple hard, holding the small bud firmly as she squirmed, squeezing his thigh in reaction as she tried not to make any noise. The painful pleasure in her breast made her even wetter, and his fingers began to move slickly in her underwear, even though he hadn't touched anymore more than the outside of her swiftly moistening pussy.

Turning her head into his chest, she bit him gently through his shirt again, feeling his slight reaction... and then bit down again with her own as he twisted her nipple. Pushing the blanket up to her mouth, she pressed her lips against her hand to keep from making any noise as he slid his finger back and forth between her pussy lips, teasing her clit with the tip of his finger even though he had to stretch to reach it.

Closing her eyes, she just gave into the sensations as his hand on her breast released her nipple and moved to the other, just tweaking it gently as he stroked her pussy. Nicola felt herself getting even wetter as she peeked through her eyelashes, extremely aware of the other people around them who had no idea what was going on as John pushed one of his fingers into her body. Biting her lip she tried to move her hips back against the invading digit, without making too much movement beneath the blanket. She pressed her cheek against the soft fabric of his shirt as he added another finger.

Slowly they moved back and forth inside her as he began pinching her nipple more firmly, twisting the sensitive bud back and forth a little as he finger-fucked her. Nicola removed one of her hands from its place holdin up the blanket to her mouth and onto the bulge at the front of John's pants. It wasn't easy getting him unbuttoned and unzipped with his fingers moving so pleasurably in and out of her wetness, but she was absolutely determined to get into his pants.

His flesh was hot and swollen, and she shuddered as her hand closed around his dick, wishing she dared dive under the blanket and put it in her mouth. That would be way too much though... and so far no one had noticed their extracurricular activities... she wanted to keep it that way. Instead she just gently moved her hand up and down his shaft, letting her thumb rub against the underside of the head.

John stifled a low moan and rested his head on hers, pushing hard into her pussy and moving her even closer to him. She almost whimpered as his fingers left her wanting, and then had to muffle her gasp as they pressed against her asshole. Was he really going to finger her ass right here surrounded by their friends? Somehow the concept seemed even more deliciously naughty then what they were already doing.

One finger began working its way into her tight asshole, pumping in and out gently, using her own juices as its lubrication. The other finger slipped back down to tease her wet pussy, making her twitch and clench at he dual assault... she squeezed his dick hard and felt it pulse against her palm as she writhed a little - quickly stopping when she saw Scott glancing their way again. John's fingers were producing the most intense sensations, coupled with her excitement at the situation, like two small cocks piercing both her most intimate holes.

It was so hard to concentrate on his dick in her hand when he was pumping in and out of her, his hand pressing against her ass every time he pushed home... she could feel her insides quivering as her orgasm started to grow. Squeezing his dick she pumped it quickly, enjoying his quick intake of breath, and then gasping as a second finger popped into her ass, creating a feeling of almost painful fullness.

Lowering her face, she bit down on the blanket as his fingers moved in and out of her, she was no longer concentrating on pleasuring him although she was still aware of the sensual sensation of his cock pulsing against her hand. His hand rubbed against her pussy lips and ass as they moved in and out of her, the double-pronged attack driving her to a heady space in her body where everything was tingling and rushing sensation.

Just as she reached the point of no return he pinched down hard on her nipple and twisted, simultaneously plunging his fingers as deep as he could and rubbing against her g-spot from both sides. Nicola shoved blanket into her mouth to stifle her vocal reaction, closing her eyes and doing her best not to noticeably writhe as she humped back against his hand. John pushed in and out of her several more times as she shifted and twisted, riding out her waves of pleasure and reigniting them with every thrust.

Slowly awareness returned... the overly full sensation of two fingers in her ass and one in her pussy, his fingers now gently caressing her abused nipple, her hand wrapped around his twitching cock, and music coming from the tv just as the final scene began zooming out and into the credits. John's fingers slipped from her holes, making her shudder one last time with residual pleasure, and he kissed the top of her head before lowering his lips to her ear as he hugged her tight.

"Want to go home?"

Nicola nodded, gently squeezing his cock.

She could almost feel him smile, "Ok well stop that and give me a few minutes and we can go."

One final squeeze... just to be rebellious and which she would probably pay for later... and Nicola reluctantly released him, quickly redoing his button and zipper. She cuddled up against him, nuzzling her face against his shoulder much as she had done when they first curled up under the blanket...

Only now she couldn't wait to get home and get under the covers.

Heck... why wait that long? The idea of road-head on the way home sounded awfully exciting too. She smiled mischievously as she waited for him to calm down enough to get up... boy was she going to give him a surprise when he got behind the wheel.



Under the Blanket



Megan and her coworker Doug were chatting in the kitchen at work.

"You look very nice today, Megan," said Doug, looking her body up and down appreciatively.

Megan blushed and tugged self-consciously at the hem of her skirt. Doug was always flirting with her and she enjoyed the attention, so she had started wearing shorter skirts and tighter sweaters to work lately. "Thanks Doug, that's very nice of you to say," she said, taking a sip of her tea.

"Yes, that sweater, is very flattering," said Doug staring unabashedly at her large jutting breasts. He knew that Megan was married, and he was married himself, but he liked to imagine what it would be like to bed his middle aged coworker. 

"My eyes are up here, Doug," joked Megan, turned on by how brashly Doug was acting today.

"Yes, your eyes are very beautiful," agreed Doug, never taking his gaze from Megan's chest.

Megan felt a cool breeze as the air conditioner kicked on and her nipple stiffened visibly in her tight sweater. Doug wagged his eyebrows at Megan suggestively. "Your headlights are on," he said, giving her a lewd wink.

"Oh, Doug, you are terrible," said Megan, covering her nipples with her hands modestly. Her face was flushed red with excitement.

"I know I am," said Doug casually. "Hey, when are you going to invite me over for dinner?"

"You and Frida are always welcome to join John and I for dinner," said Megan lightly. She hated to bring up their spouses while flirting, but it couldn't be helped.

Doug frowned at the mention of his wife and the erection inspired by Megan's snugly fitting top began to subside. "Frida doesn't really care to socialize with my work friends," said Doug. "Couldn't just you and I have dinner some night when John was out of town on business?"

"Doug, that wouldn't be appropriate," said Megan weakly, her heart pounding at the idea of a dinner date with Doug. His face fell at the rejection, so she quickly added, "I'll tell you what though, why not come over tonight and join John and I for dinner? It's our night to watch a movie at home."

Doug stopped staring at Megan's breasts for a moment and looked her in the eye with a calculating expression. He wondered if she was testing him, trying to see how much chutzpah he had. "Alright, Megan, I will take you up on your offer," he said.

Megan briefly wondered if she was doing the right thing to invite her work flirt home to meet her husband, but John paid so little attention to her these days that he probably wouldn't even notice the sexual tension between her and Doug. So she smiled warmly at Doug and gave him her address.

"Sounds good, see you at 7 tonight then," said Doug. "And I expect you to answer the door naked," he said with a grin.

"We'll see," laughed Megan, her pulse quickening. "Don't get your hopes up."

The rest of the day seemed to crawl past as Megan anxiously awaited dinner with Doug. She wondered if John would go to bed early or just doze off in his chair as was his habit on movie night. She wondered what would happen if she and Doug were together alone on the couch in the dark.

When she finally arrived at home, she rushed to prepare a nice steak dinner for Doug.

"What's this?" asked her husband John when he came home from work. He came over and gave Megan a perfunctory peck on the cheek as she stood cooking at the stove. "Steak huh? What's the occasion?"

Megan gulped nervously and tried to sound nonchalant. "Oh, I invited my coworker Doug over for dinner tonight," she said with a weak smile. "You remember Doug. He was at the office Christmas party."

"But it's our movie night," said John peevishly. But in truth, he actually looked forward to having company. He loved his wife, but they had fallen into a deep rut and movie night had become a bore. John recalled that Doug was a funny guy. Maybe he would liven up the evening.

"I know honey," said Megan pursing her lips and furrowing her brow sympathetically. "But it will be a nice change of pace to have company for once."

"Maybe you're right," agreed John amiably, grabbing a beer from the refrigerator and heading off to the living room to watch television.

Doug arrived right on time at 7 and he brought a nice bottle of wine. They all enjoyed a friendly supper with Doug and John engaging in a lively discussion about the local football team which had made the playoffs. Megan was beginning to feel slightly neglected and oddly jealous of Doug's attention to her husband. But as soon as her husband left the room Doug resumed his flirtation with a vengeance.

"I'm very disappointed that you were fully clothed when you answered the door," said Doug softly, leaning forward and gazing into Megan's eyes. "Dinner would have been so much more interesting if you had heeded my request and gotten naked for me."

"Ha, it would have given us something to talk about other than football, I'll grant you that," replied Megan merrily. The idea of entertaining Doug and her husband in the nude both aroused and amused her. She was sure that John would have a heart attack if she ever tried something like that.

Doug had enjoyed a few glasses of wine, and his inhibitions were down, so he put his cards on the table. "Well I have to keep John distracted with football talk so he doesn't realize that I want to have sex with his wife." He gave Megan a crooked smile, but in that moment they both knew that he wasn't joking.

"Really?" said Megan, her voice cracking slightly. She could feel her palms growing sweaty with excitement. "I didn't realize you felt that way," she said absently, unable to make eye contact with Doug.

"Oh, you realized it alright," laughed Doug. "I think I've made it perfectly clear at work."

"Made what perfectly clear?" asked John jovially as he returned to the dining room.

Megan was startled so badly that she nearly jumped out of her chair, but neither man noticed.

"Oh, I've made it clear how tired I am of working at that damn place," rejoined Doug smoothly. "But the job market is tough, so I stick with it nonetheless."

"I hear you, brother," agreed John, shaking his head ruefully.

"Ok, boys," said Megan brightly. "Why don't you two clear the table while I go change out of these work clothes?"

"Yeah, you must barely be able to breathe in that sweater," said Doug cheekily, giving John a sideways glance to judge his reaction.

John just laughed heartily at the slightly bawdy joke and Megan chuckled along awkwardly, "Yes, well, I'll be back in a few and we can open another bottle of wine and start the movie." She hurried off to the bedroom as Doug and John helpfully cleared the dirty dishes.

"You noticed how tight that sweater was, huh," said John looking over at Doug mischievously once his wife was out of earshot.

"I have to admit I did notice, John," said Doug matter-of-factly. 

John bit his lip to hold back his laughter. "She's got quite a rack on her, doesn't she?" he asked.

Doug was surprised at John's candor and simply responded in kind. "I'll say, you are a lucky man, my friend," he said with a lascivious grin and the two men broke out in raucous laughter as Doug pictured what Megan's breasts would look like if she stood topless before him.

Megan heard the laughter from the kitchen as she stripped off her sweater and unsnapped her bra. Her large bosoms came spilling out, and she heaved a sigh of relief as she rubbed them absently. She wriggled out of her skirt, stripped off her stockings, and stood contemplating her body in the mirror. She had gained a bit of weight over the years, but she had retained her hourglass figure. She looked herself over critically and decided that she didn't look too bad for a woman of 42. Then she went to the closet and pondered what to wear. She briefly considered putting on a sexy negligee and going out to rejoin her husband and Doug as though that were perfectly natural. The very idea made her giggle to herself like a schoolgirl, but she knew she would never have the guts.

She settled on a nice pair of sweatpants that were comfortable but well fitted enough for company. For a top, she slipped into a t-shirt. Her breasts were jiggling and her nipples were poking through without a bra on, so she pulled a light cardigan over the t-shirt and headed back out to the kitchen.

"Oh, I was hoping you would come out here in a slinky negligee," commented Doug sarcastically when he saw how modestly Megan was dressed.

John slapped Doug on the shoulder and laughed along rowdily. Megan could tell that John was a little drunk, so she opened her cardigan and shimmied her shoulders to make her boobs bounce back and forth. The two men stared in fascination at the motion of her knockers before Megan blushed deeply and pulled her cardigan closed. 

"Wow," said Doug, clearly impressed.

John just laughed even harder and strode over to his wife to kiss her on the cheek and slap her bottom playfully.

"You don't need to wear lingerie to be sexy with that damn body," said John lustily.

"Thank you honey, that's sweet," said Megan, looking at her husband warmly.

"I'll drink to that," said Doug with a wicked smile and he poured out more glasses of wine and handed them around.

The trio adjourned to the living room together to watch a movie. John wasn't bothered by Doug's flirting, in fact he found that he enjoyed having another man pay attention to Megan. He realized that he took her for granted a lot lately. She was still a sexy woman, and it was perfectly natural for other men to take notice of that fact.

"So what movie should we watch, gentlemen?" asked Megan formally, holding her wine and bending over to examine the rack of DVD's. Doug stared unabashedly at Megan's gorgeous round rear as she bent over. John noticed Doug's interest in his wife's bottom, but he was surprised that it didn't make him very jealous.

"How about Showgirls?" blurted out John as he sank into his favorite recliner.

"Oh honey," laughed Megan nervously. "That's a very naughty movie. I don't think it's appropriate to watch... with a guest over," she smiled lamely at Doug as she said it. Her husband must be drunker than she thought.

"Nonsense," objected John merrily. "We are all adults here, aren't we?" he said. "Put it on."

Megan looked at Doug inquisitively.

"I haven't seen it," said Doug with a smile. "Is there a lot of nudity?"

"You'll see," said Megan with resignation and she put in the movie and turned down the lights.

Doug sat down on the daybed which was Megan's customary place to sit in the evening and she hesitated to join him there.

"Doug took your seat, huh?" commented John, noticing his wife's uncertainty.

"Ha, we really have our routine, don't we," laughed Megan.

"Oh, I can sit somewhere else," said Doug, looking around the room but not actually standing up to move.

"No, no, there's plenty of room here for both of us," said Megan, sitting down next to Doug on the daybed where she liked to stretch out and relax each evening.

As the outrageously bad movie stumbled from one gratuitous sex scene to another, the threesome mocked the bad acting but were drawn into the sensuality nonetheless. Doug and John both had raging hardons and Megan felt herself getting wet. As they went through the wine she found herself snuggling up against Doug and he slipped one arm around her back surreptitiously. John didn't seem to notice and in fact seemed to be nodding off slightly as was his habit after a long day at work, a good meal, and a lot of wine.

"Are you tired dear?" asked Megan lightly as Doug ran his hand hungrily up and down her side while sexy dancers thrust their crotches into the air on the screen before them.

"No, no, I'm fine," mumbled John sleepily, nodding off in his comfortable chair.

Megan reached down and gripped Doug's thigh and started rubbing his leg in a more than friendly manner. Her heart was pounding with excitement and her body was hot from the wine and from arousal. She couldn't believe that she and Doug were feeling each other up right in front of her husband while he was distracted by the titillating movie and his own drowsiness. Doug started getting more and more aggressive and he slipped his hand under Megan's t-shirt and slid it up her side closer and closer to her boob. Her breath came faster and faster until she was practically panting when he finally gripped her bare breast in his hand and sought out her nipple with his fingers.

John glanced over and saw Doug and his wife rubbing up against each other and he snapped to attention slightly. "Hey, what are you guys doing over there?" he asked good naturedly.

Megan clamped her arm down trapping Doug's wrist in her armpit. Then she released it and pushed him away slightly as he hurriedly withdrew his hand from her shirt. Doug's own heart was racing and his erection was pitching an obvious tent in his trousers. 

"Doug was just tickling me, dear," lied Megan. "But it's all in good fun," she added lamely.

"That's my wife you are feeling up over there," said John with a smile. "Show some respect, fella," he added with a nervous chuckle. He had enjoyed a bit of harmless flirting between Doug and his wife, but John was starting to get jealous of how Megan and Doug were snuggling together on the daybed there. He was starting to regret his choice of movie. Maybe it was getting everyone a little overheated.

"You know this movie is considered one of the worst of all time," said John, trying to sound light-hearted. "Maybe we should put something else on."

"I'm enjoying it actually," said Doug languidly, shifting on the daybed to try to hide his erection. "It has excellent character development."

"Liar, you just like the boobs," laughed Megan, punching Doug's shoulder playfully.

"Well I do like boobs, I can't deny that," said Doug, giving Megan a smoldering look of passion.

"Heh, heh, yeah, well, I guess we can leave it on then," said John, but he felt his stomach twisting with jealousy at how familiar Megan was being with Doug. He drank a bit more wine and started to relax and was soon drawn into the movie as another sex scene commenced.

"I'm usually just stretch out on this, do you mind if I lay down here?" asked Megan softly.

"Go right ahead," said Doug. "Shall I cover you?" he asked, noticing the blanket folded at the back of the daybed.

"Yes, please," said Megan stiffly. "Why don't you lay down behind me?"

"And spoon you?" whispered Doug.

"Yes," replied Megan. "Cover us with the blanket."

As the two coworkers rearranged themselves on the daybed with Megan laying in front and Doug laying behind her, John roused himself and took notice.

"Now what are you doing over there?" he asked, trying to hide the annoyance in his voice.

"I'm just stretching out like I always do dear," said Megan innocently.

"And he's going to lay there with you?" asked John. His head was fuzzy with wine and sleepiness.

"I guess so," said Megan pulling the blanket up to her neck.

"Uh, huh," replied John helplessly. He didn't like this arrangement, but he was too muddled to think of a polite way to object.

Doug wasted no time and immediately gripped Megan by the hips and started grinding his stiff boner up against her soft round ass. Megan gasped in response and reached back to pinch the bulge in Doug's pants between her fingers. Doug grunted in response and brazenly slid his hands up the front of Megan's t-shirt, gripping one large breast in each hand and kneading them greedily as she squeezed his cock through his pants. John sat watching them wriggle and shift under the blanket.

"What the hell ARE you two doing under that blanket?" snapped John testily, growing deeply suspicious.

"Nothing dear, my goodness," panted Megan, feigning nonchalance as Doug gripped her boobs in his hands and pinched her nipples. "We are just getting readjusted over here."

"Yeah, what if I came over there and pulled the cover off you two?" demanded John hotly.

"Well then I would be cold," pouted Megan sweetly.

John didn't know how to respond to that it really appeared to him as though Doug was touching his wife's breasts under that blanket and his stomach flipped with anxiety at thought, but he was tired and drunk and couldn't think of the right way to handle this. 

"I just need to get adjusted a little more," said Doug to John and he gripped Megan's sweatpants by the waist and slid them down to her knees along with her panties while she clutched the blanket to her neck and her heart pounded in her chest like a drum. Megan's bare ass was pressed up against Doug's jeans under the blanket and he took a minute to run his hands over her smooth butt cheeks before unzipping his fly carefully so it didn't make too loud a sound. Her gaze flicking nervously between the movie and her husband.

John noticed Megan looking at him and gave her a mistrustful frown as Doug freed his cock and started pressing it between Megan's thighs.

"What's the matter?" asked John grumpily as the head of Doug's long stiff penis found its way between the folds of Megan's swollen labia.

"Nothing at all darling," gasped Megan breathlessly. "I was just thinking how much I love you."

John was utterly disarmed by his wife's sincere sounding proclamation. Doug bit his lip to keep from snorting at the irony of it all and forcefully thrust his cock into Megan's how wet cunt from behind. She stuck her fist into her mouth to keep from crying out in passion as John looked at her strangely. Doug left his dick sunk deep inside Megan and longed to start poking it in and out of her, but her dared not for fear of drawing John's attention. So he consoled himself by reach around Megan's hip cautiously, careful not to disturb the blanket too much. He slid his hand around her hip and down into her crotch and soon found the slippery nub of her clitoris. She nearly choked in her effort to suppress a moan of pleasure. 

John's attention was drawn back to the movie as a group of erotic dancers frolicked in the nude on screen. Doug peeked over Megan's shoulder at John in his recliner and started working his dick slowly in and out of John's wife fingering her clit the whole time while she whimpered soundlessly. He felt himself growing closer and closer to climax as her hot wet snatch gripped his stiff rod. Soon the daybed was creaking rhythmically with his efforts and John sat up in his chair.

"Christ Doug, are you dry humping my wife over there?" he demanded groggily, the wine fogging his mind and his vision.

"What? No of course not," protest Doug as he increased his pace, thrusting his cock between Megan's soft thighs and into her sodden snatch.

"But what's all that rocking back and forth?" demanded John, taken aback but Doug's boldness.

"I mean, no, I'm not dry humping her," said Doug, reaching up and grasping Megan's generous jugs in his palms again. The weight of them in his hands made his cock stiffen even more. For her part, Megan couldn't believe that Doug would fuck her from behind and feel her up like this under the covers while talking to her husband. The sheer audacity of Doug and the wrongness of the situation brought her to climax. "I'm just, Oh shit," exclaimed Doug as he felt Megan's vagina tighten suddenly around his cock. She cried out in spite of herself as she came over and over.

"Megan, are you ok?" asked John climbing to his feet with concern.

"I mean we are just fooling around," she gasped as Doug resumed humping her urgently and worked her boobs enthusiastically. "But you are making such a big deal out of it," she whined, trying to sound offended and upset. Her face with bright red from passion and her breathing was fast and shallow.

"I'm sorry, baby," said John contritely. "But this is, Jesus, Doug, will you stop dry-humping my damn wife please?" he demanded angrily, turning to Doug.




Under the Blanket



"Oh yeah, sorry bud," panted Doug. He stopped humping her suddenly as he started spurting his load inside John's wife. John looked on suspiciously as the commotion under the blanket suddenly ceased and Doug ground his crotch against Megans ass releasing the last of his seed inside her. Megan arched her back eagerly to receive his delivery. "I guess I got a little drunk and I got a bit carried away by having this big round ass right here," admitted Doug, forgetting himself.

John laughed in spite of himself. "That's a nice way to repay our hospitality. Grinding your crotch up against my wife's rear." He had a sinking suspicion that Doug also grabbed Megan's boobs in addition to dry humping her, but he didn't want to say it.

"I know, I know," said Doug contritely, tucking his limp sodden cock back into his pants and zipping up quietly. He extracted himself deftly from under the cover, leaving Megan completely covered but with her pants down and he jumped off the daybed. "That was really out of bounds," he said, running his hands nervously through his hair. "I uh, don't know how to apologize properly."

John sighed drunkenly at Doug's demonstration while Megan surreptitiously pulled her sweatpants back up. "Ok, Ok, I see how this happened. We had too much to drink and put on a movie with too much sexytime. I am partly to blame for picking the movie and for laughing along with your flirtation. Let's just call it a night and talk it over another time when we are all sober."

"Ok, John. That's big of you," said Doug with a deep frown of respect. Then he turn to Megan, stretched out luxuriously on the daybed. "I am sorry for getting carried away, Megan. I hope you can forgive me."

"Forgive you? I thoroughly enjoyed it," she laughed saucily. "We should do it again sometime. Soon."

"Megan!" exclaimed John in exasperation. "You aren't helping matters here."

She looked up at her husband and shrugged, "Sorry, I guess I'm drunk," she admitted.

Doug just laughed and waved goodbye, "I will let you two sort this out then, thanks for the hospitality." Then he hurried out of the room.

"Yeah, yeah," said John, waving him off dismissively. "Honey, how could you say that?" he whined petulantly.

"Please don't cry like a baby," she sighed in resignation. "It doesn't suit you. We were only fooling around. It was completely harmless."

Doug walked down the driveway and looked up at the stars, breathing in the cool night air. It was a good night to be alive and not to have been beaten up by a jealous husband.



Under the Bleachers



It was the championship football game. Kara's mind was racing with energy and excitement, along with the crowd cheering behind and in front of her. She waved her pom-poms enthusiastically in the air and shouted, watching the talented boys of the Russtown Wildcats – her classmates – toss and tumble over a pigskin ball. Even though she didn't understand much about the game, the eighteen-year-old still enjoyed watching both teams run full speed across the football field with a look of extreme passion in their eyes. Of course, Kara would rather see her boys within feet of the end zone, but she had no problems watching the muscles ripple beneath the uniforms of either team.

Her black curls bounced at her shoulders as she brought her arms into the air and went on her toes to begin another cheer. She called out to the crowd to "Gimme a C!" and "Gimme an... A!" and then to "Gimme a... T!" and finally, "Gimme a S! What's that spell?" The response from the eager game-goers made the answer clear to anyone who perhaps could not spell. "CATS!" Blue eyes sparkled into the night sky, and Kara immediately dropped her blue and white poms and jumped into position for a stunt. One of the younger girls – junior Jessica – eagerly climbed into the waiting hands of Kara and a red-headed cheerleader before they hoisted her up into the air and the crowd continued to cheer.

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Kara emerged from the cheerleader's locker room, now stripped of her Wildcats uniform and walking somberly across the pavement, casting a silent sideways glance at the now-vacant field. Her jean skirt hugged her thighs greedily, and her small breasts appeared quite perky beneath her peach colored tank top, but Kara herself was far from happy. How she now wished she had been a cheerleader for the Decatur Vipers. Even though she despised the red and gold insignia that graced the Vipers cheerleader uniform (it was ungodly, and she had vowed never to be caught dead in that getup), at least then she wouldn't be walking to her car with her head down and a disappointed look in her eye.

The Wildcats lost.

It was an unbelievable end to the game, too. Russtown had been ahead by a mile (really 28 points) coming into the fourth quarter. All that Kara really remembered of the upset was that when she looked up at the scoreboard with fifteen seconds to go, it proudly stated: "Home – 44; Visitor: 46." She couldn't believe how the Vipers had earned such a large amount of points in such a short time (and while she wasn't paying attention, too!), but the look of disbelief didn't leave her face until she silently folded up her uniform and slid it into her drawstring knapsack.

She was so deep in thought that the poor girl didn't even notice the stranger approaching on her other side. The sudden interruption of noise beside her caused Kara to jump, and she turned to see who it was, cheeks flushed. Now frozen to the spot, she first glanced at the arm on her shoulder, and then her bright eyes finally trailed upwards until she was staring in the face of a boy with dirty blonde streaks in his light brown hair and beautiful green eyes. If she had been forced to speak at that moment, Kara probably would have stuttered, partially from surprise and mostly from embarrassment.

"Great game."

His eyes traced over her tanned body, or at least what he could see of it. There was no one else around; by now all of the fans of and players on the winning team were likely long-gone to some party or another, and most of the Wildcats had already sulked their way home or elsewhere. Some of the more courageous losing players had attached themselves to some Vipers girl and snuck their way into a celebration party, but for the most part they realized there was nothing for them to celebrate. Just one big loss. The boy, whose name was Derek, knew all about what they must be feeling, even though he just happened to be a member of the Vipers football team.

"I-If you say so," she replied, finally finding her voice. His mere presence was enchanting, or perhaps that had to do with the slight fragrance of expensive cologne that encircled her as he stepped closer. She narrowed her eyelids slightly, close to squinting at him as she took in every aspect that she could about him in the short time she stared. His chiseled features, the slight dimple in one cheek as he smiled down at her, the inch or so of hair that kept falling in his eyes no matter how many times he tried to brush it away.

It took her a moment to register what he had said to her. The game? Right, the game. He must have been at the game, considering they were both standing adjacent to an empty football field. But why would he be telling her the game was great? She was a cheerleader for the losing team. It wouldn't have been "great" in her eyes, by any means. Her gaze lowered briefly, and she finally spied the abbreviation on the sleeve of his shirt. His red shirt. DV. Decatur Vipers. Inscribed in neat gold letters that glittered every time the moonlight touched his shoulder.

"Oh," she offered, before he got a chance to respond. One side of his mouth curled upward into a half-grin, half-smirk as he noticed her admiring his shirt. He was sure to get another at school next week, in honor of the team's big win.

"Don't look so shocked," he replied, tilting his head down and smiling at her fallen and down-turned face. She looked hesitant at first, but with the genuine smile on his face she couldn't help but offer the smallest of grins in return. "You know, it's not such a big deal." He reached out for her hand, and after a moment's thought, Kara obliged and slipped her slender palm into his. "Care to go for a walk? You know, to clear your head. You look like you could use it," he added, whispering softly into her ear and pulling her toward him.

It was apparent that Kara didn't really know what to make of the whole situation. It was very odd, and a little suspicious, for such a handsome boy – from the other team – to appear out of nowhere and be so kind to her. A shocking thought occurred to her. He couldn't have heard rumors that she was still a virgin, could he? Surely the gossip couldn't have already spread that far in such a brief amount of time, especially to another school. Kara had only mentioned the fact to a fellow cheerleader a few days prior, after all.

Shaking off the idea, she allowed herself to walk a little closer to Derek, her bag slung over her free shoulder and his hand creeping slowly around her waist. He didn't seem to have any further intentions, because after a harsh look from Kara and an apologetic glance from him, Derek didn't try anything else. The two of them ventured out to the empty field, still littered with various red, gold, and blue streamers and bits of white paper from spirit signs, and began to walk the track encircling the field.

They had been walking for about five minutes, chit-chatting about their schools, and the differences between one and the other, when the subject finally made its way back to the previous game.

"You know," Derek began, eyes on his sneakers, "I was watching you."

Kara offered a short laugh of protest. "How could you possibly have been watching me? You were supposed to be playing!" Her mood was much lighter now, after assessing the fact that her entire high school career did not depend on the outcome of a single game.

"I'm coordinated." When Kara laughed again, he reconsidered his statement. "Well, maybe not so much. Were you paying attention during our horrible fumble?" She answered with a simple 'Mmhmm,' and he continued. "Well, that was me."

"You should really learn how to do two things at one time."

"I am! I've mastered talking and walking."

"Wimp."

"Well then, how about this?" Derek leaned over, still walking, and planted a kiss on Kara's supple lips.

Kara was completely taken aback at the sudden action, and nearly stumbled over her own feet. Not to say she didn't enjoy the kiss, but she did have to eat her own words about being multi-talented. Stopping, she turned and glanced up at Derek, who was wearing a huge smile.

"I'm good at some things."

She smiled, her eyes suddenly lighting up as she realized something. She was immensely attracted to Derek. This was an odd conclusion she had come to, because Kara didn't usually find herself falling head over heels for boys, especially ones she had only met within the last hour. Then again, the girl had been subject to a very poor sampling of the male species; most of the boys at Russtown High didn't know the difference between the head on their shoulders and the one in their pants. This was probably the first enjoyable and remotely intellectual conversation she had had with one lately.

"Yes, you are... That was quite nice," she added as an afterthought, and started to continue walking. It seemed Derek had other plans, though, because he immediately grabbed her upper arm and stopped her. "What?" she asked, sensing that perhaps something was wrong, and turned her body to face him. Not that she had much of a choice, because he continued to pull her toward him until they were separated by only a few inches of air.

"Kara – I..." He seemed to be stuttering with his words, trying to place them into a formidable sentence that she could comprehend. Or perhaps just one that he could comprehend. She noticed that he was having trouble expressing his feelings, or worries, or whatever, and without thinking she slipped a hand around his waist. It just seemed like the right thing to do, and her fingers were itching to roam all over his well toned body, anyway. His breath was ragged as he bent forward and began to kiss her neck, moving her dark curls out of the way with one hand and caressing the small of her back with the other.

"Oh..." she moaned into his ear, closing her eyes and tilting her head to the side to allow him more room. In the back of her mind she knew this was wrong, she had only known this boy for the better part of twenty-five minutes, yet her body protested that this was exactly what she had been wanting for two years. Ever since she caught her older sister making out with her boyfriend in the living room.

Suddenly Derek stopped, apparently coming to realize what he had just done and thinking about what that would entail. Kara had seemed like a nice girl thus far, and even though he thought she was beautiful and really did want to have his way with her, he (surprisingly) respected her enough to not want to force anything on her. He saw the frown forming on her lips and immediately thought he had done something wrong.

"I'm sorry-" he began, but was cut off by her hand finding its way around his waist and down his pants. He jumped, his mouth open as if he were about to gasp or offer a noise of protest, but nothing happened. Derek, the soon to be nineteen year old Decatur Vipers star football player, was simply incapable of being that shocked. Within moments, he was pulling Kara to him again, this time with a bit more force, and without objection from her. One of his firm hands went for her shoulder, over, and across her shoulder blade, the tip of his ring finger tracing straight down the middle of her back. Both of her hands had now found their way around his waist and under his shirt, and her fingers were exercising free reign over his entire torso.

Derek grunted softly, realizing that their clothing was becoming a bit of a burden as well as an unwanted obstacle. His hands were, by this time, under her tank top and roaming around her back, where he had found the clasp for her bra and was fiddling with it in an attempt to unhook it. He took a few steps toward the nearby gate around the track, eventually bumping Kara accidentally into it.

"I have a better idea," he managed through heavy breaths, opening the gate with one hand and some difficulty and practically sending the two of them collapsing into one of the bleachers. They continued on their journey, the whole time fondling each other and threatening to leave random bits of clothing such as Kara's bra and Derek's shirt behind if they did not get to their destination quick enough.

Finally they found an opening in the metal jungle, and Kara took charge, maneuvering them through it since she knew the area so well. The cheerleaders often held taboo meetings underneath the Russtown bleachers, where they took part in such things as smoking and stripteases. Every once in a while a boy or two was present, but nothing serious ever occurred, at least not while Kara was there.

When they came to a spot large enough for both of them to fit comfortably, Derek leaned the both of them forward carefully, until Kara was reclined on the damp grass and Derek was straddling her. He immediately took to the task of removing his clothing, with help from Kara, or at least until he was topless. Getting her clothing off was a little more tedious, because as soon as Derek's shirt was tossed to the side the black haired cheerleader had her lips and hands all over his hairless chest, letting her thumbs and forefingers graze his nipples while her tongue worked on the tiny valley between.

"You've gotta... let me..."

"Oh, sorry."

She stopped for a moment, giggling and briefly embarrassed by her lustful display. Lifting her arms over her head, Kara's thin top was then discarded onto the ground, and her bra followed soon after. As she lay there before him, Derek let his eyes trail over the perfect (in his eyes) hills on her chest. He bent over slowly, taking first the right peak into his mouth and sucking lightly. Kara had never felt anything so wonderful in her life. Her hands reached out and entangled themselves in his highlighted hair, keeping his mouth and lips firmly attached to her left breast. She pouted and huffed when he lifted his head, but not for long, because his tongue created a trail from one tit to the other, similarly lapping at her middle as she had just done to him.

During this time, Kara found that her hands had become bored again, and they explored, down Derek's back until they found the waistline of his khaki cargo pants. She slipped a finger under the waist, then her entire palm, until it rested neatly against his right ass cheek. She squeezed lovingly, then allowed her hand to make its way back around to the front, still underneath the fabric. She started low, feeling her fingers brush against a small patch of hair that she was certain could only belong one place. Her left hand eagerly worked at the buttons at the front of Derek's pants, and by now he had decided she was still covered in too many articles of clothing. His hands were sliding up underneath her skirt, shortly finding the top of her blue thong underwear and guiding the piece of cloth down her legs with ease.

She eventually succeeded at unbuttoning his pants, without much help from Derek, and immediately pushed the cargos and boxers down with one yank. She could feel what sprung out and bounced against her leg, but couldn't see it. His dick was extremely warm, and her hand was wrapped around it in no time. Actually, Kara could barely get her fingers all the way around the piece of meat, and an astonished look crossed her face. Derek's eyes were closed as her hand moved up and down his member, and he inserted a finger into Kara's wet pussy.

While all of this was going on, scarcely a word was said between them. There were various moans and grunts of course, but up until now not one coherent phrase had been uttered since they had shucked Derek's top.

"Derek..."

"Ungh... Oh... Y...Yes?"

"I... I want you... to fuck me..."

At this blatant display of passion and want, he paused briefly, his finger resting against the top of Kara's pussy, thumb pressed against her clit. He had been in the process of fingering her, and from the moans, sighs, and increased pressure on his dick he could only assume she was enjoying it. Before long he had planned on tasting her.

"Are you-" her fingers tightened on his penis, pulling him toward her, "-sure?" He was obviously a little bit disappointed, having wanted to eat her out before he actually fucked her. But if this went well, maybe he would get a chance to do that at a later date. So far her skirt had not yet been shucked, and the way Kara was beckoning him to her Derek doubted it would go anywhere unless she or he ripped it off in the heat of passion. His green eyes met her blue ones, and she nodded. He pushed himself forward, planting a passionate kiss on her lips, his tongue dancing with hers. He situated her underneath him and spread her legs wide with his own, moving his arms underneath her palms up so he could hold her as he entered her pussy.

Positioning his large nine inch penis at her entrance, he thrust forward, trying to restrain himself and take it fairly slow. He didn't have much luck, and about five inches of him was embedded in her with the first push. He was surprised by how tight she was, and became a bit worried when Kara's back arched and she cried out. His body flinched along with hers, and Derek pulled his face back, giving her a concerned look. Then a thought hit him.

"Am I your first?"

She nodded. Immediately his motions became significantly gentler, and he stayed still for a few moments to allow her to adjust to his size. But God, she felt so good!

Kara felt a searing pain as soon as he entered her. She hadn't wanted to tell him she was a virgin, but by the time he asked it would have been pretty stupid to lie, especially since he could probably tell he had just popped her cherry. The scream was involuntary, but she bit her lip to try and keep from making so much noise. It didn't help. As soon as Derek knew he was her first, she could feel his whole physical being soften, as if she were fragile as glass and he was afraid she would break. The longer his long dick stayed immobile in her, however, the more she wanted him, now that she was used to it. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his backside, pulling him into her.

Derek wasn't expecting her to take charge like that, but at least now he knew he wasn't hurting her. With the invitation laid out, he gave one hard push and his entire length was now wrapped by her tight little pussy, and he began to thrust in and out, slowly at first. His balls tapped lightly against her ass cheeks, and Kara lifted her butt off the ground, affording him better leverage and filling her even more than before. It felt wonderful, to both of them, and Kara was certainly glad she had chosen Derek as her first encounter of the sexual kind. 

They moved in unison, him filling her to the peak every time he pushed into her. Before long, Kara's movements were becoming more frantic, and she pulled at him with all her might, fingers clawing at his back as sweat dripped from both of them. He loved the feel of her pussy walls clenched around his dick with every thrust, and was getting close to blowing his load. She was near orgasm as well, and the two of them kept their bodies as close as possible while the thrusts grew faster with each passing second. Moments before he knew he would come, Derek managed to whisper into her ear between grunts,

"I'm... cumming..."

He thought she would tell him to pull out and cum on her or something, but she never did. In fact, she only continued to hold him close inside her, and her legs were wrapped so tightly around him it would have been hard to pull out otherwise. She could feel him jerking slightly, and had an inkling as to what was about to happen. She wanted him to cum in her. Their bodies entwined in sexual heat and wet passion, Derek finally tensed and pushed his penis into her as far as it would go in one fell motion, wrapping his arms around her and holding her tight as warm semen spurted from his cock and into Kara's waiting pussy. At nearly the same time, she threw her head back, screamed, "Dereeek!" and had an spasming orgasm of her own, cunt muscles pulling greedily at Derek's cock as he filled her.




Under the Bleachers



"Why did they even bother calling me," Bill's wife asked him. She was obviously annoyed and after a long day he wasn't really interested in listening to her sharp tone. 

"You work there, couldn't they have just said something to you tomorrow?"

She wasn't really talking to him. Most of their conversations went that way nowadays it seemed. He hadn't been paying too much attention but what he had overhead of the conversation his wife had been having on the phone hinted that Jamie had been causing trouble at school again. 

"I don't have time for this Bill, can you handle it please?" his wife asked dismissively.

"Sure, though I don't really know what the problem is," Bill agreed as he flipped through a few channels on the TV.

"Her English teacher said Jamie has been distracting other students in class, AND dressing inappropriately. That little brat, I'll tell you..."

Bill stopped listening. He grew tired of hearing his wife rag on her; Jamie was an amazing daughter in his eyes. As she droned on, he couldn't help wondering if the "dressing inappropriately and "distracting other students" complaints were related. 

The claim wasn't entirely unfounded, that was for sure. Jamie had undoubtedly been pushing the envelope with her outfits of late. Only a week before Bill had to send her back in the house when she came out for a ride to school with her belly showing beneath a snug cotton polo shirt. 

"Come on Jamie, you are not excused from the dress code because your dad works at your school. What would your mother say?"

Jamie put on a smug look and repeated, in a voice eerily similar to his wife's, "You get back in the house immediately young lady, my daughter will not be dressing like a stripper on my watch."

Jamie flashed a smile when she saw her dad laughing at her impression. She closed the door and skipped back inside. Bill watched her go back toward the house, finding himself more intrigued than he meant to be by the few inches of skin above her skirt in the back, which was rolled a few times at the waist to reveal more of her long, tan legs. She looked incredible.

When Jamie had come back out she was carrying her change of clothes. 

"Sorry dad, I don't want to be late so I'll have to change in the car."

He'd tried his best to keep his eyes on the road, but when Jamie pulled her shirt over her head and revealed her youthful body he had trouble remembering he was driving at all. Her long brown hair fell over her shoulders and brushed the skin around the thin white straps of her push-up bra. Her breasts jiggled as he hit a speedbump, teasing her father even more. Bill was grateful when she finally pulled a new shirt over her head and covered up once more - he wasn't sure how much he could take of looking at her without reacting.

So Bill knew first hand that the call to his wife probably wasn't a mistake. Since she'd recently turned eighteen, Jamie had just gotten decidedly more rebellious (than she already was). He assumed she would grow out of it. He hoped she would, anyway, he didn't want to have to discipline her at home and at work.

Bill had been working at the high school for almost ten years as athletic director; he taught a few history classes as well. High school kids could be angsty sometimes, but he really liked his job, and it meant seeing more of his daughter which was always nice.

The following Monday at school, Bill still hadn't said anything to his daughter about the phone call her mother had received. He didn't like scolding her, and she had been so sweet to him that morning, thanking him for the ride to school and kissing him unabashedly before taking off to meet up with her friends before class.

His daughter wasn't quite the same girl he used to take to gymnastics and out for ice cream after, although now it was cheerleading and she still loved ice cream. She'd given up the leotard for a cheer uniform, which he'd seen her dancing around in at most school events... He thought better of imagining her in it when he could avoid doing so.

Her hair was thick and dark, more so than both of her parents, and she usually let it fall down to her shoulders. It framed the cutest face he'd ever seen, with big brown eyes, perfect cheekbones and puffy pink lips. She had the slightest overbite that showed off her pretty smile when she bit her lower lip as she often did when nervous.

Needless to say, Jamie had the beautiful body of an eighteen-year-old that exercised often. Her breasts were bigger than her mother's - a fact that, though unmentioned, clearly made her mother jealous. Her hips were just right too, with a cute little butt that you could get a nice handful of. At 5'-3" she was quite a bit shorter than him and, but she was just the right size. She'd playfully jumped into his arms the other day after school, she couldn't have weighed even 100 lbs.

By the time he reached his office, Bill only just realized he'd been daydreaming of his little girl the entire time. He wondered how he'd have the conversation with Jamie about the effect she had on her classmates without falling victim to her himself. 

Bill had a lot of work to catch up on that Monday morning. He was glad of it, for he'd ceased worrying about Jamie long before lunch. And yet, it seemed he could not escape her naughtiness for even half a day.

"Hey Bill, do you have a minute?" Said his friend Rick, another history professor, as he was heading down the hall to the teacher's lounge for lunch.

"Uh oh," he said "This doesn't sound good, you mind walking? Rick matched strides with his friend Bill.

"So, I hate to have to do this to you Bill, but I think you should have a talk with your daughter,"

"Oh God," Bill responded, "what now?"

Rick chuckled, "Nothing too serious buddy,! I'll spare you the details, but... basically, your daughter Jamie has been the subject of a lot of chatter lately and I thought you ought to know."

"Oh yea, and what kind of 'chatter' is that?" He asked in a frustrated tone.

"Mostly just teenage boy type of stuff, I have a group of boys that come in from their free period early every day so I overhear some of their nonsense." Bill was only somewhat relieved. "Mostly to do with 'how smokin she looks in her gym uniform when she doesn't wear a bra,' or 'how great her ass looked when she bent over.' " He had put on a mocking, punk-teenager voice to lighten the mood but Bill still didn't like hearing about his little girl that way.

"Look, I'm sure no dad wants to hear this, but I think you know what I'm talking about right?"

Bill let out a sigh, "yeah thanks Rick, I'm glad you had the balls to say something."

"Don't mention it," his friend assured him, "... and one more thing, I had her in class earlier this morning... annnnd I don't think she's wearing any... you know..." 

"Yea yea yea," Bill raised his hand and stopped him; he didn't want to hear any more. "I'll talk to her today."

Bill's head was spinning a little, and he tried to eat his lunch and small-talk with his colleagues without revealing his frazzled state. Rick patted him on the back as he headed out and Bill had to remind himself it wasn't Rick's fault. He just had a hard time coping with the fact that anyone else had seen his little girl that way. Jamie was usually such a good girl. She got good grades, did well on the cheer team and (usually) followed the rules at home - what had gotten into her?

The rest of the day drolled on without incident. Mostly, Bill passed the time in between his two afternoon classes rehearsing what he would say to Jamie about her behavior. He looked for her in the hallway, thinking he might confront her about neglecting to wear underwear but he never got the chance.

When next he saw her, Jamie was skipping toward his car around 4:30 right after her cheer leading practice got out. He almost wished to see her in the outfit as usual; she always looked incredible in the tight fabric. Instead she was wearing the same gray v-neck sweater and classic schoolgirl skirt - rolled over a few times so she could show off way too much leg for her father's approval. He would mention that to her during their talk, he committed to memory.

He had almost forgotten what his friend Rick had told him about Jamie earlier that day... almost. That was until she opened the back door and reached way inside to set her bag down over her father's briefcase. Her skirt, short as it was, did nothing to hide his daughter's delicate pink pussy.

Between Jamie's plump cheeks and exposed thighs she was completely bare and smooth. His eyes were frozen on it; Jamie's womanhood was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. What he would have given as a boy her age to have gotten his hands and more on her... it was unfathomable. Jamie was truly perfect from the outside in.

Bill had to tear his eyes from her tiny opening; he was already distracted when he should have been scolding her.

"Jamie!" he yelled at her; she popped up from her bent over position and looked at him worriedly. "You're not wearing any..." he leaned in whispering, "underwear." 

"Oh right... I umm... forgot." Jamie lied; her dad could see right through her.

Bill told her to get in the car and then walked angrily around the car while glancing over at Jamie and the feigned look of ignorance on her face. When she sat down in the car he watched her smooth the short skirt over her tan thighs. Somehow, knowing that she wasn't wearing anything underneath as she sat there next to him was intriguing... exciting even 

And yet the school boys, probably some of the punks he had in his classes, had seen her in the way he just had. Even his friend, her teacher and an older man, had seen Jamie's young pussy and could have been as turned on as he'd been. Bill didn't want anyone but him to see her like that, because he was likely the only one who could resist her.

"Jamie, we need to talk." Bill said quite seriously. Jamie hunched her shoulders as if to retreat.

"Can you guess what I'm going to say?" He asked her.

"Yes dad," Jamie replied with attitude, "that I have to wear panties to school?"

"Well yes, definitely that. What were you thinking anyway honey? How many boys at school do you think saw your..." naming his daughters pussy to her made it too real. "I did within ten seconds."

Jamie's face quickly revealed a smile. "You think that's something to smile about?" Bill snapped. Why would she be smiling about her own father seeing her so intimately?

Why would she be smiling in their current situation? Bill waited for the answer, but still she was trying to hide a smirk. Had she done it intentionally? Did she want her father to see?

"No daddy..." she hesitated. Jamie was stalling

"What then?" 

"I'm just wondering..." still she paused.

"Jamie, spit it out!" her father commanded.

"...if you thought it was pretty?"

Her father was stunned, he truly had not expected anything like that from his daughter. Mostly he had assumed she would be completely grossed out that her father looked at all, much less how long he'd stared. 

"Wh...what did you say Jamie?" Where before he had been stern and confident, now his voice was more unsteady.

"It's just that one of my friends said my pussy looked different and I didn't think so but I don't know so I..." she was rambling as she sometimes did when she was nervous, "I was just wondering if you if you liked it daddy, or was it different like my friend said?"

"That's not something I can answer Jamie, you're not my little girl anymore. You're a grown woman." 

"You can't just tell me daddy? You must think it isn't pretty if you won't just say so!" Jamie pouted. Bill couldn't tell I'd she was playing at something or not.

"Jamie that's not the point," her father replied. He'd certainly gotten a good look and found her tight little entry to look incredible, but he wasn't about to tell his daughter that. "The point is that you can't be going to school bottomless! Rich Hastings brought it to my attention and who knows who else saw."

Jamie looked positively defeated; with a tail between her legs, purse-lipped look and sad eyes. Still he couldn't let up, Bill had to be firm with her.

"What has gotten into you lately Jamie? I mean you know better than that. You should be glad its me telling you and not your mother."

"I'm sorry," she whispered. Bill couldn't quite hear it, but he thought she was talking back to him.

"What did you say?" he asked angrily. 

"I said I'm sorry Dad!" with a tear rolling down her cheek. Bill realized he'd been wrong. Jamie turned to the window and took a quick breath.

"Oh come on Jamie there's no need to cry." He leaned in to look at her face. A few tears had streamed down; he hadn't meant to make his little girl cry. "If it makes you feel better, you look just right... down there... just the way a beautiful girl like you is supposed to."

Jamie stopped her hastened breathing and was visibly relieved. She stopped crying, at least there was that. It took a few moments of attempting smalltalk and a joke or two but eventually Bill broke through to his daughter, and by the end of the ride he was feeling much better about their talk.

Every so often, however, he would glance over upon the sight of her skirt riding higher on her enticing thighs. Normally the sight of his daughter's fit little body didn't phase him, but somehow, somewhere in his head he didn't want to acknowledge... knowing she was bare, shaven and with only the fabric of her skirt to block his probing eyes, he was undone.

"But seriously honey, from now on, underwear, please?" Bill said as they pulled in the driveway.

"Yeeess Daaadd." She drew out. 

Jamie's sexiness prevailed as he watched her get out of the car, part of him wondering if he might catch a glimpse of her cute butt or her tight little pussy. Instead, as Jamie bent over to reach for her bag, this time she held her hand between her legs and fingers trapping her skirt beneath. When she turned, she found her father behind her and knew he'd been watching her. She flashed him her cutest smile and touched his arm as she pranced by. There was something mischievous about it, and though he'd truly hoped to be rid of Jamie's antics, somehow he doubted it.

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And so the next day, as he sat at his desk grading papers, he knew what the authoritative knock was about before he stood up to open the door. But this time, it wasn't his friend, it was the school principal with Jamie in tow. This time, Jamie hadn't been merely dressed inappropriately but had been found in the janitor's closet with a classmate's hand up her shirt.

He looked at her, standing there looking as blameless as she possibly could. Her shirt was still disheveled looking, he could see a bit of her smooth stomach peeking out at him. Her skirt was no less revealing than the day before. For a split second he wondered if, like yesterday, were he to lift up her skirt a few inches he would find her bare and bottomless again. 

All the while the principal droned on. He had never liked Principal Brooks that much, and as he stood there now, being agreeable as the man chastised his daughter he wasn't gaining any respect for him. 

"...Now I've brought her to you directly because I want to put an end to this before it gets any more serious or embarrassing."

"Thank you Mr. Principal," Bill offered, "I assure you I will deal with Jamie severely.

As Principal Brooks explained that he'd be giving her a Saturday detention and that he could do a lot more, Bill once again nodded and spoke when he thought the man wanted to hear anything but his own voice. Mostly, he stared at his young daughter and held her gaze whenever she would look up from her feet.

He refused to utter a word on the whole car ride home, he found that it always got to Jamie more than any of his other tactics. She tried to get him to say something once or twice but the cold glare, unflinchingly forward, told her to keep her mouth shut. The one thing she was grateful of was that her mother wouldn't be home to add to the punishment.

When they walked through the door, Bill grabbed his daughter's arm firmly. Jamie yelped in response as he dragged her over to the couch in their living room. He nearly tossed her to a seat on the couch, and Jamie knew how serious he was. He wanted to, badly, but decided against raising his voice. Instead, he said as calmly as he could.

"Jamie, I just don't know what to say. We talked about this... we agreed... and now this!"

She was silent.

"I mean what am I missing?? Do you want me to lose my job?"

"Dad...I..." Jamie didn't finish her sentence.

"Oh now you aren't so brave like you were before huh? One minute you're a bad girl, fooling around in the closet with some boy, and now you have nothing to say." He could see Jamie starting to tear up again and Bill felt the same way he had the day before. 'Not again,' he thought.

"I just..." she was still fumbling around for words.

"I just what?!" He demanded of her.

"I can't help myself daddy!" she said. 

"What is that supposed to mean," Bill shot back.

"I mean I start feeling a certain way and then I can't help myself."

Bill truly couldn't understand what she was trying to get at - was this was an angle she was playing or she was somehow telling the truth?

"I get horny Dad, I get hot and bothered and then I start doing things I know I shouldn't. It keeps happening and I don't mean for it to."

"I don't believe you Jamie, and you better watch your words closely or I am going to really be angry. I won't have my daughter talking that way."

"I'm not lying Daddy I swear." She was really laying it on thick now, or was she? The tears in her eyes said differently. "It's like I already feel that way in the car before I even get to school. I don't know what to do daddy I keep doing things without thinking and I just..."

Bill was feeling bad for her, if only slightly. If she was telling the truth it meant his daughter was having urges, like those he'd had toward Jamie when she'd bent over and he'd seen her naked lower half right in front of him. Only Jamie was obviously unequipped to deal with them.

"You expect me to believe all this Jamie," Bill said with a look of astonishment. "and even if I did how do you expect for me to deal with what happened today?"

His little girl responded feebly, "I'll do whatever you tell me to, I know I was bad... but I'm not lying!" Bill wondered if she could really live up to her promise. 

"Even if what you're saying is all true... It is still your responsibility to control yourself Jamie. You are not a child anymore honey."

"Maybe..." She was unsteady in her words, "maybe you could help me?"

He thought about what she'd said for a minute, and knew that he wouldn't be too harsh on her in the end. Bill decided to skip some tongue lashing and a whole lot of back and forth arguing between he and his unruly teen. She'd asked him for help, though he wasn't sure of what kind.

Jamie was finally looking at him more than down her fidgeting feet. For the past few minutes since she'd kicked off her shoes she had been wiggling her toes in the carpet and staring downward. Now she was looking remorsefully at Bill with her pretty brown eyes. She never thought that she'd end up here, involving and disappointing her father. So when he responded to her much more lovingly than she'd expected, she listened closely.

"Here is what I'm going to do..." Bill said assertively. Jamie listened, wide-eyed.

"Jamie I have got to ground you, I won't have any argument." He put his hand to his forehead and rubbed his temples as he said, "And not a word to your mother about this, I'd be in as much trouble as you if she found out.." Jamie knew she had lucked out, though her father wasn't done.

"You are definitely not going to that concert this weekend." 




Under the Bleachers



"Uhh," Jamie let out involuntarily, her mouth was open in frustration.

"Oh you better believe it. If your mother asks you'll tell her it is because of the call she took last week about your clothing."

Jamie nodded.

"And that last thing, about your... feelings." Jamie's eyes widened. "Maybe you ought to think about, you know..." he was speaking quieter now, "taking care of yourself before school..."

Jamie blushed and looked bashfully away with a smile.

"...And if you get any more feelings like that, come to my office right away and we'll figure out a way to take care of you." 

Bill definitely didn't miss the grin that formed momentarily on Jamie's face just after his last words to her. He hadn't meant it that way, but looking at her in her adorable outfit and innocent posture, the smile provoked an inappropriate fantasy of working through Jamie's arousal in the privacy of his office. He decided to let it go.

"Okay daddy, I promise." Jamie shrugged. He actually believed her; she sounded sincere.

They looked at each other wordlessly for a moment, searching for something in the other's eyes.

"Now go to your room, I'm still mad about all this, and your grounding starts now."

Jamie scampered off to her room, but not before catching her father off guard with a hug. Her father watched the petite little teenager strut away. Her tight clothing did wonders to show off her slender frame, everything held snugly in place even as she bounced up the stairs. And indeed, after her pert butt came into view he could see a pair of black panties that were far too small in his opinion, for school anyway. At least she was wearing them.

Visions of the cute brunette danced through his head as he brooded over the last two days throughout the evening. His wife was actually happy with him for once when she found out that Bill had grounded their daughter indefinitely.

The next morning, Jamie smiled and touched him on the shoulder when she came down for a bowl of cereal as he drank his morning coffee. Her face looked flushed and she smiled naughtily at him when they locked eyes. Bill was utterly distracted from the newspaper by the thought that Jamie had been touching her little pussy only a few moments before, and the boy shorts and night shirt she was walking around the kitchen in certainly didn't help. He could make out entirely too much the shape of her young breast when she reached for a box of cereal; her nipple protrudely enticingly though the thin fabric.

Despite all her teasing, there was no trouble the next day... or the next... or the next. There was no stopping the occasional daydream about her cute bottom or wonderful breasts, but at least he didn't have to hear about Jamie's misdeeds and imagine her being felt up by a boy in the closet. Bill was happy to be rid of Jamie's rebellion, and his troublesome thoughts about her were less frequent without the daily conflict. 

Unfortunately, his efforts were overturned as he went to hurry Jamie along one morning when she was taking too long to get ready for school. As he reached her door and heard the soft panting from behind it, he knew Jamie was taking his advice. Though he'd raised his hand he did not knock. He merely listened as her adorable cooing continued.

"Uh, uh, uuuuuhhh..." Jamie sounded; she must have been close by the sound of it. 

Sure enough, after a few more seconds... or perhaps it was longer... he heard his beautiful daughter moaning more loudly. She tried to use a pillow to stifle her, which would have worked if her father wasn't standing just outside the door. Bill stood there, transfixed... he'd just listened to his little girl finger perfect cute button, cumming a few feet away from him - and at his own recommendation. 

When the door opened in front of him, he wasn't prepared for it. Jamie didn't know what to say either, so she stood still. She was close to him and though she didn't mean to, she glanced briefly down at his pants. Quickly her eyes found her fathers and she tried to pretend she hadn't seen his bulge. The only sound between them was heavy breathing on both their parts before her father spoke.

"Honey , I... I was just coming to make sure you were awake." Her father told her.

"Oh... okay daddy... I'll hurry and get ready."

They locked eyes again before she made her way to the shower, wearing nothing more than a bra and pair of panties, more fuel for her father's imagination. 

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They were awkward around each other on the ride to school. Jamie was confused about what was happening between her and her dad. She knew she should have been dismayed by her father listening in on her, but she wasn't in the slightest. In fact, she had a familiar feeling that caused her to fidget in her first few classes. 

And her father was understandably preoccupied with thoughts of Jamie while he got through his morning. He had set out to stop Jamie misbehaving in school and found himself wanting to serve up his own kind of detention to his daughter. Such were the prevailing thoughts as Jamie stepped swiftly into his office and shut the door behind her.

"What is it baby?" he questioned her as Jamie leaned heavily against the door. Despite the morning's activities she was now more aroused than any day she could remember. 

"Dad... I had to come in here..." she looked worried, "I was starting to feel that way again and I did what you told me to do and came right to you."

"Sit down honey," Bill told her, "let's try and distract you."

And try as he did to distract his daughter from her predicament, she was still visibly aroused after over five minutes of talking.

"Do you think I could... do it here daddy?"

"Do what Jamie... wait you mean... no... not here..." He couldn't fathom allowing Jamie to finger herself in his own office, and where was he to go while she did?

"But daddy... I promise I'll be quiet, you won't even know I'm here." Once again with the puppy dog look in her eyes Bill's resolve was quickly shaken.

"I don't know Jamie..."

"It's okay dad, if you just grade your papers I'll be so quiet."

Bill didn't know why, but he kept quiet and glanced down at his desk. While he shuffled papers he could hear his daughter adjust herself in his chair. At first she was quiet, and he even attempted to resist looking in her direction, using his computer screen to conceal the view. But when he heard Jamie panting his eyes were drawn in her direction.

She was sprawled across his chair, head thrown back and hand down between her legs. She looked so beautiful, and her breathing was causing a stirring in his pants. She wasn't being quite as quiet as she promised, but he was anything but upset with her. Jamie was the embodiment of youth and sexuality as she nudged herself closer to orgasm.

She had pushed her tight pants and panties both down her legs so her naked bottom was visible to him. If he were a younger man, one of her classmates perhaps, he would have liked to join her. He would have grabbed at the painted-on pair of khaki pants and tugged them over her skinny ankles. He would have turned her sharply toward him, so her hips hung just over the edge of the chair before he...

Bill was staring at his daughter, and it was too late before she noticed. He watched her abdomen begin to convulse, tightening rhythmically as she eagerly fingered her soft mound. She was nearing her climax, and when she noticed her father watching her it was upon her before she knew it. She looked right into his eyes and searched them, knowing he shouldn't be watching her but not wanting him to stop.

What she felt next was wonderful. As Jamie came, her eyes flitted down and back up to her father's. For the second time that day, she came and her own daddy was on her mind. This time, however, he wasn't standing outside her door but sitting right in front of her. Where before he had been listening to her he was now watching, and she knew how much he liked it. As the sweet wave of sensation washed over and through her, she felt her love for her father evolve further.

"Oh my God," Jamie whispered.

'Oh my God,' her father thought.

As Jamie calmed down from her heightened state she tried to slow her breathing. Her father pretended to do something with the papers on his desk but she knew she had distracted him beyond belief. She almost felt bad for him, wondering if he was hard under his desk after watching her touch herself not five feet away. Jamie spoke first,

"Thanks dad, I needed that."

"You're welcome baby... but I don't think you should plan on doing that in here anymore."

"Why not daddy?" Jamie asked sweetly.

"Because Jamie, we're in my office... at your school... and I shouldn't be watching y..." He stammered, not meaning to admit it, "I mean letting you touch yourself here." Bill replied, sounding more like he was trying to convince himself.

"But Dad..." Jamie was trying to be cute again, "are you sure it's because we're at school, or is it something else?"

Bill didn't really have an answer for the question, though he was certain he knew what his cheeky young daughter was getting at. So Jamie flipped her hair back over her shoulder, slid out of the chair and grabbed the waistband of her pants at her ankles.  

Once again her father was dazed; the sexy brunette had turned away from him and bent at the waist. As she reached down her beautiful legs flexed, her butt looked cute and plump, and best of all her tiny flower and its pink petals peered back at him above a visible gap between her upper thighs. It glistened wonderfully, betraying that what she'd done during school much less in front of her own father.

Having just seen Jamie pant and shiver herself into orgasm, he wanted nothing more than to walk up behind her and push into her tight opening with his solid tip. And all too soon she was easing her tight waistband up and over her backside, shimmying to get it over her hips. Bill let out the breath of air he'd been holding as his momentary daydream evaporated.

"I'll see you after school daddy." Jamie said cutely as she walked to the door. Her father intended to stand and escort her to the door. Glancing down as he placed his palms on the desk, he knew if he stood he show how he truly felt about wanting his little girl. 

The bell rang. Lunch period was over. Jamie felt disappointed she'd been cheated out of seeing her father's erection tenting his pants, as the bell gave him an excuse to sit back down. She wanted to see it, and how could she be blamed? Jamie couldn't help that she'd been thinking of him as he sat and watched her slide her finger back and forth over her clit. It was his name on the tip of her tongue as she shook through the warm rush of pleasure.

So, it was her daddy on her mind as she sat through her afternoon classes. Math was her least favorite subject, but as she debated whether or not to continue her teasing of her father and how far it might go, the bell rang before she'd even checked the clock. And as she sat through the last class of the day, Jamie knew her answer.

Things were happening kind of fast for Bill and Jamie both. One minute Bill was feeling protective about his innocent teenager on display at school. The next he was staring at his daughter's midsection or her full, soft cleavage while she was sprawled bottomless on his office chair. He had never looked at her breasts with such desire before; he imagined they would look great in any position... probably pert, with gravity defying youth if she was on top of him.

They talked as usual on the way home. Jamie had no skirt to push up high on her thigh, and she'd already unbuttoned her blouse far enough that her dad could see her white push-up bra squeezing her tits together. 

There was a different attitude toward each other influencing every word and glance. Suddenly Bill wasn't just chatting with his daughter, he was flirting with her. Jamie's smiles had him asking prying questions and joking around to keep hearing her adorable laugh. 

Jamie's mother was home when they got back and it spoiled all the fun. Jamie wanted to be near to him, near enough to feel her daddy's warmth and intimidating presence. She had to settle for the occasional sideways grin at him at the dinner table or later a few words in the family room with her mother nearby. The only vision Bill was treated to of his young brunette was that of Jamie's subtle curves cloaked in one of his own t-shirts. Her breasts stood out proudly in the light of her bedside lamp, but only momentarily for she closed the door and was hidden from his view.

Things had changed so quickly over the last few days. Keeping Bill up that night was the thought of his daughter's hand between her legs in his office, the tantalizing view of her breasts beneath an unbuttoned blouse, and the tortuous thought that Jamie might be wearing nothing but his old t-shirt but a room away. Bill never had trouble sleeping, even when stress at work had him wound up all day, but this was different. His wandering mind conjured images of his baby, bare and beautiful, in all the ways he wanted her. If he went into her room right now, after all that had happened, would she want him too?

In turn, Jamie lay awake in her own bed, wishing she could have pushed things a bit further with her daddy. She saw him looking at her with desire before he told her to change before school, and every moment up to then she'd gotten more daring. Jamie came again that night, and with her fingers inside her pussy she pretended it was her father instead. If she could only show him that she was all grown up and that if he wanted to he could do more than watch...

Jamie's dreams were naughty that night, and she awoke feeling more aroused than ever. She'd thought her father's hand shaking her awake was part of the fantasy she'd been right in the middle of. They were both naked in her bedroom. She was lying on her back, and her daddy was hovering over her. Below... his pelvis was moving up and down and it felt incredible with her daddy's big, throbbing...

"Jamie wake up!"

Something was stirring her from her dream. She didn't want to let go of the feeling of...

"Honey come on, it's time to wake up!" Bill said again as he shook his daughter.

Jamie groaned and she couldn't stay asleep anymore.

"Mmmm... good morning daddy." 

Jamie pushed her arms up and over her head to stretch. As she did so her back arched and pushed her breasts through her dad's t-shirt. Bill wanted so badly to reach out and feel them, warm and supple against his hand.

"You don't want to be late for school baby." Bill told her.

"... what time is it dad?"

"It's almost 7:15, I'm guessing you haven't... taken care of yourself this morning have you?"

her father asked hesitantly.

"No daddy but I really need to, I had some dreams last night." Jamie said sweetly, her eyes looking so pretty that morning.

"Well you better hurry honey, you don't have all morning." 

Bill stood up to go, using every bit of his will not to stay. Jamie was his little girl, and he owed it to her not to be weakened by her beauty - that wasn't her fault. But Jamie didn't want him to go; she reached out her hand and took hold of his arm. Bill turned around, wide-eyed.

"Maybe you could stay dad..."

"What...?" Bill asked, she couldn't have said what he thought she did.

"It would be faster if you were with me... if you helped."

Bill was silent, for the upteenth time that week Jamie had him at a loss for words. And then Jamie was slowly moving his hand, their fingers intertwined. When he felt the warmth of her thigh he simply couldn't fathom stopping her.

So he let Jamie keep urging him higher between her legs. At first she may have been guiding his hand but by the time he came in contact with her incredibly warm center he'd taken over. Even the outside of what he knew would be a beautifully tight tunnel was slick with his daughter's arousal.

"Jamie, I shouldn't be doing this."

"It's okay daddy," she said. He heard Jamie take a deep breath; she'd been holding it in anticipation. "Please... please I really want you to..."

"Baby, I.." he started, but Jamie cut in:

"Just until I cum once daddy... I promise I'll be quick."

She was too adorable, irresistible; Bill began rubbing his finger up and down her tiny lips. Jamie wrapped her fingers around her daddy's wrist as he touched her. It only took a moment or two before Jamie was taking quick and shallow breaths, so when her father pressed the tip of his finger to her opening and then past it it took only seconds for her to climax. 

"Oh my God daddy... I'm cumming..."

In the instant he urged his finger into her Bill knew she was a virgin - it put a smile on his face. His daughter was a sight to behold as he continued to slide his index finger in and out of her through the orgasm. 

He'd been so caught up fingering his little girl he hadn't noticed that she'd maneuvered her hand over to his lap. As if watching the sexy brunette convulse wasn't enough to make him hard, the way she was grabbing at and stroking his erection through his pants certainly did.

Jamie came to after a moment or so but didn't stop holding onto her daddy's penis. She wasn't to see; she could tell by feeling it that her he must have a huge one. When Bill moved her hand off she sighed and wished she could go on touching him. Bill wished she would to, but with their mother getting ready to leave downstairs, he had to go.

At school that day he didn't see his daughter all day, Bill had told Jamie that he needed time to think. He'd intended to find a way to end the dangerous game that he and his baby girl were playing, but instead he could only think of her sprawled on the bed that morning. Jamie found herself fidgeting in class, thinking of her daddy's hands on her pussy... his finger inside of her. It took her everything not to disobey his orders and go running to his office.

The ride home was stuffy. Jamie squirmed in her seat, wondering if her dad would speak up about their morning's activities. But he didn't say anything about it. In fact, he didn't say much at all. She sat there, conflicted about the desires toward her father she felt. She wished he would visit her later that night to tuck her in. As she wiggled her fingertip over her sensitive clit she could only think of her father.

Jamie didn't have much experience with boys. She'd only given Bobby Miller a handjob at a sleepover; her parents definitely didn't know there would be boys there. Even then he'd only lasted a minute or two. Somehow she knew that her daddy would be a much better lover, that he'd be gentle with her and show her things she'd never felt before.

But he didn't come to her room that night. He didn't wake her in the morning either, so Jamie lay there awake and unable to motivate herself to masturbate the way her dad had instructed. Furthermore, her dad wasn't there to drive her to school in the morning either; her mother said he'd gone to work early for a meeting.

Jamie was worried. Had she done something wrong? She knew her father was hesitant about what was happening between them, but she couldn't have mistaken his arousal the morning he'd sent her into a feverish orgasm. She wanted to be near him, to know that everything was okay and he still loved her.

And then there was that feeling again. It started in her first period when one of her classmates was staring at her with the same look she'd seen many times. She was wearing her sweater dress with tall dark socks. From her knee to the very high hem of the dress was completely bare. She thought she looked cute in the mirror that morning, and Jack's terrible attempts to hide his gaze confirmed it. She hadn't even gotten to show her dad that morning.

The feeling grew each period until lunch. Her friend Danny slipped past her in the lunch line, and the way he brushed his hips against her butt couldn't have been an accident. She was surprised; usually Danny didn't come on to her like that. Perhaps she looked a little cuter than she intended. All through lunch she dealt with a tingling heat building inside her.




Under the Bleachers



Bill was working quietly at his desk during the lunch period when the door quickly opened and closed. Jamie pressed her back against it and breathed heavily.

"What the heck Jamie?" Bill asked incredulously. His daughter's chest heaved a few more times as she caught her breath. Even in the oversized sweater her body was a thing to marvel at. It barely covered anything. Or maybe it did, but his fatherly instincts had him thinking he needed to buy his little teenager a new wardrobe.

"What the heck...DAD?" Jamie looked up and fired back.

"I don't like your tone."

"Well I don't like when a boy touches me and then doesn't talk to me ever again." Wow was she feisty, he father thought. He was surprised to hear her so confrontational, but he liked it.

"Okay first of all, I'm not a boy I'm your father. And second it isn't like that."

"What is it like DAD, because it feels like I came to you and asked for your help and now you're ignoring me?" She started to sound sad, and Bill knew she wasn't exactly wrong.

"Baby," he told her "I'm sorry... I didn't mean for it to be like that."

Jamie took a few steps toward him. She wasn't sure what she was looking for from him, but the arousal that had been driving her crazy a few minutes ago certainly wasn't gone. Bill went on to say that he just thought they needed to take a little time off and think about what had happened. He said he didn't mean to ignore her, he loved her...

And then he stopped talking. He stopped because his hands were on his daughter's hips. His hands were on Jamie's hips and she had just straddled his lap. Her dress had ridden up on her hips and revealed a pair of black cotton panties. 

Neither of them wanted to say anything and spoil the moment. Bill was done making excuses. His daughter obviously wanted this, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't want it too, whatever IT was.

So when Jamie started slowly moving her hips he didn't protest. He had been hard since he saw her walk in the door. Jamie could feel her father's cock sticking straight up toward his belt and she guided her hips along that path. Her father's hands held her tight and pushed her firmly down into his lap.

"Unhhh," Jamie whined as his shaft stimulated her clit wonderfully. "Oh God daddy..."

She was already so aroused, but when her dad reached a hand up and under the dress she was on fire. His fingers inched high enough to encounter her bra; but when he didn't find one he wasn't entirely surprised. Just before his hand came to cup her soft breast, Bill realized he'd never seen Jamie's breasts. Sure, he'd caught a glimpse of them in one of her tiny little shirts, but with his hand resting just below, Bill held his breath.

Jamie kept grinding on her father's lap while waiting for him to move his hand higher. The tingling feeling continued to spread from her core to her limbs, from her limbs to the tips of her fingers. When her daddy's hand finally encircled the bottom of her tit she moved her hand over his quickly to close it. The sensation of his large palms holding her gently quickly brought her orgasm close at hand. He pawed, he squeezed, testing the softness and bounce of her breast. This, of course, had Jamie moaning and writhing fast in her father's lap.

"Unhh... unhhh... unhhhh..." cried Jamie, "Daddy you're gonna make me cum... your big cock feels so... unhhh... good!"

Bill worried that someone might hear them, or walk in to see him feeling up his daughter while she humped his lap desperately. But he couldn't stop her... he wouldn't. Her bottoms were so wet that they were leaving a damp spot on his slacks, and still he only urged her down harder. The layers of cloth between his daughter's bare pussy and his solid shaft dulled the sensitivity, but the sheer weight of their forbidden actions were really getting Jamie going.

It was too much for her and seconds later, with a gasp and clench of her thighs, Jamie was cumming in her daddy's lap. The teenager had to bury her head in her father's shoulder to silence her cries, but still she worked her mound over her father's bulging pants. She was quivering and unsteady as she did. 

Bill adored his baby girl and the level of satisfaction he'd brought her. He'd given her exactly what she needed after a tough morning of dreaming that her dad might help her cum like he had the day before. He was ecstatic to help her, but now he was stuck with a hard-on like no other and frenzied desire to lay Jamie on the desk and ravage her. 

He did just that, and Jamie barely noticed for her head was still rattled by the effects of her climax. The added pressure of her father''s hips against her own didn't help it clear as he laid her on the desk. Bill had easily lifted the tiny brunette and placed her where he wanted her. As he scrunched the sweater up her lithe body it shuffled and creased the papers he'd been grading. He couldn't have cared less. His hands quickly moved to his belt. Bill was going to be buried inside his beautiful teenager once and for all.

His pants fell, and his fingers fumbled to Jamie's waist. He would have ripped off her panties but he needed to be more gentle with her.

"Daddy what are you doing?" Jamie asked when she finally came around.

"Shhh baby, daddy's going to fuck you now, okay?"

Jamie was worried, she had come into his office wanting something, but this was more than she'd bargained for.. The bulge in her father's boxer briefs looked big... too big. And not on his desk in the middle of the school day!

"NoooOoo..." she whined, "we shouldn't... we can't Daddy."

Bill wasn't hearing her, instead focusing his energies on keeping Jamie still so he could remove her miniature black underwear His own daughter had just humped herself into orgasm and he intended to show her how to make her father feel good too. His cock throbbed to be released and then enveloped in Jamie's tight quim.

"Daaaad...nooo..." she protested, drawing it out when his bulge came in contact with her bare clit. Her legs hung down over the edge of the desk, panties stretched between her feet.. 'This is really going to happen,' she thought. Jamie didn't know whether to be scared or excited; wasn't this what she wanted all along? His penis looked so large that she was worried what it might do to her,

And then the bell rang.

The two of them held still until the long drone overhead stopped. Bill took stock of his daughter: face still flushed, her dress bunched just above her perfect little nipples and her tiny opening was waiting to accept him. Jamie's eyes didn't leave her father's as he loomed over her. What was he going to do?

Jamie's socks brushed the backs of her father's legs, jolting him out of his transfixion. Bill couldn't make up his mind. Should he just do it, should he take his daughter's virginity right there in the middle of his office? He certainly wanted to, and she was so vulnerable and ready for it.

He was taking too long; Jamie started to worry she would be late for class again. Ms. Sherman was the one who caught her in the closet with that boy and she didn't want to test her again. Jamie slowly slipped to her feet, unable to help her tiny mound from coming in contact with her father again. 

She pulled her dress down and smoothed it out over her thighs. Watching her nude little body disappear was a terrible thing, especially as the sweater material covered up her youthful breasts 

"Sorry Daddy... I have to go." There really was remorse in Jamie's eyes as she said it. She leaned in close, putting a hand on her father's chest and standing on tiptoe "But you can fuck me after school if you still want to..."

It was jarring to hear Jamie talk that way. Bill was speechless as his teenager kissed him on the lips and walked toward the door.

"Thank you daddy," she said with a big smile. "I feel much better now, I promise I'll pay you back later. I get out of cheerleading at 4:30"

Bill grimaced. 'What a tease,' he thought to himself. He felt like grabbing her by the arm and pinning her against the wall so he could call in her promise immediately. From the looks of it she was going to be a very tight fit; he might have to take his time helping her adjust. He knew he was well endowed, perhaps more-so considering how tiny Jamie's pussy was, but he looked forward to filling her up regardless.

It must have taken Bill a full hour to get even a moment of work done. Even then, he was doing it half-mast. And just when he started to return to his papers, a glance down below his desk revealed Jamie's pair of sexy black underwear. He reached down to grab them just before the bell rang, shoving them quickly in his pocket.

Students filed in for his last class of the day. But no matter what he tried, he could not get his mind off of finding Jamie and releasing all his pent-up arousal deep into her young, snug insides. Even the glimpse of other pretty high schoolers in his class had Bill pining to be with his daughter again. The damp black lingerie that he kept thumbing in his pocket was calling to him, convincing him of what he had to do.

He wanted her so by the time class ended that he was out the door before any of his students. He glided down the halls, checking first at her locker and then the place in the lobby where all the cheerleaders seemed to congregate. She wasn't in either place. Downstairs he checked the gym, and didn't see any of the girls out on the floor warming up for practice. As Jenny, another cheerleader walked toward the girls' locker room, he called out to her .

"Tell Jamie her father needs to see her right away, will you Jenny?"

"Sure Mr. Reynolds!" she responded. Jenny was always curiously nice to him.

Inside the locker room Jamie's friend relayed the message. Girls who overheard "ooo-ed" and "ahh-ed" or taunted that Jamie was in trouble. Jamie herself wondered what her dad could want badly enough to pull her out of practice. Quickly she pulled on the rest of her cheerleading outfit. They had really gotten away with showing a lot of skin this year, with a halter-top and skirt that barely covered her behind. Of course, they had matching boy-shorts to cover up on spin and jump moves, but in her haste Jamie hadn't put them on. It reminded her of earlier that day, which obviously brought a certain heat beneath her skirt.

Sure enough, her father was waiting close by.

"Hey Dad, what's up..." Jamie started, but her father interrupted.

"You're not in trouble Jamie but follow me." He grabbed her by the arm and quickly led her across the gym. Jamie was nervous but admittedly excited about what was going on. She always liked it when boys were a little agressive; her father's strong grasp sent butterflies fluttering through her tummy. 

When they reached the other side of the gym she thought he would take them through the exit doors next to the bleachers. Instead she watched her father check around them, standing next to the plastic panels blocking entry beneath the bleachers. When he seemed sure nobody was watching, Bill ducked behind the false wall and dragged his daughter with him.

It was darker there; nobody could see without looking for them. Once they were both safely concealed, Bill pulled his daughter in close and pressed her against the wall of the gym. His lips fell upon hers greedily, and Jamie lifted a leg to pull them together. She knew what her dad wanted; the hard-on fighting against his slacks gave him away.

She kissed him with an equal amount of passion. Even though he'd helped abate her pent up urges earlier that day, thinking of what he'd meant to do to her when he'd pulled off her panties had riled her up more than ever. Jamie didn't care that it was wrong. She didn't care that they were in her school or under the bleachers. And she didn't care that she could hear the cheerleading squad gathering out on the gym floor. By the time her other foot lifted off the ground as her father pinned her against the wall, Jamie was ready for whatever was next

"Slow down Daddy," Jamie giggled, "I'm all yours now..."

But he didn't slow down. Just as soon as his lips left hers, his fingers found the hem of her top and pulled it up over her head. The tight-fitting shirt rustled her hair as it left her shoulders, and her pert breasts jiggled free of their trap. Her back came into contact with the cold wall but her bare chest was immediately warmed by her dad once again squeezing her between him and the concrete.

As their lips came together again, father and daughter's tongues fought to gain ground. They practiced twirling around each other's; Jamie licked the roof of Bill's mouth playfully. All the while Jamie was unbuttoning her father's shirt. And before long, Bill's hands lowered to his baby's waist. He paused to grip her tit, admiring it briefly before wrapping thumb and forefinger around her thin waist. 

But he didn't stop there, and as soon as his hand cleared the ruffled fabric of her skirt, he found her bottomless once again.

"Jesus Jamie, you are a bad girl," his fingers taunted the outer lips of her now-slick entrance, "do you ever listen to me baby?"

Jamie tilted her head, arching her back simultaneously while her father fingers pried at her sensitive lips. "I'm sorry daddy...uuoohhh... I didn't have time to put my bottoms on before I came out."

They remained silent for a moment while concentrating on what Bill was doing with his hands down below. He continued to feign that he might sink a finger into her hot little center, but then he'd pull away. It was driving Jamie crazy.

"I'll listen now daddy..." she said through a breath and a gasp, "I'll do whatever you tell me to, I promise."

Standing there with his gorgeous daughter, touching and gazing upon her slender teenage body and its inexplicable proportions, he knew exactly what he wanted her to do. 

"Okay then Jamie," he started, while sliding a fingertip just between her wet lips, "how about you take off my pants first."

"Ok Daddy!" Jamie complied excitedly. It was hard to do anything with her father's finger stroking her tingling inner walls. 

She fumbled with his belt but in a few seconds his pants fell to the ground with a clink. Her hand held the outline of his manhood through his underwear, she was nervous to finally see it for real.

"It feels so big daddy," she said admiringly, but with apparent nervousness in her voice.

"It will be okay honey, I promise to go slow."

Still she ran her hand up and down the length of his shaft. She wanted to tease him like he had done to her. But now, with the amazing feeling of her father working his finger in and out of her pussy to his second knuckle, Jamie wanted to finally know what having her daddy's penis inside of her would feel like. At long last, she grabbed his waistband and tugged it over him and down around his thighs

Bill's cock sprung free of his underwear impressively; it looked over eight inches long and very thick. The way they were standing it was dangerously close to his daughter's virgin hole; it made both of them hold their breath for a second as reality set in. 

Jamie carefully took him in her hand. Her father groaned appreciatively as his daughter finally touched him the way he'd wanted for too long. Her hand looked miniature wrapped around Bill's cock, but it felt fantastic when she began sliding it up and down like she heard she was supposed to.

Bill involuntarily closed the distance between his hips and Jamie's. Only a few more inches and he'd be positioned to make her a woman.

"I've never had sex before dad, but aren't we supposed to use a condom?" Jamie questioned innocently.

"Yes baby." her father said, respiring heavily, "but it's okay, I'll be careful." 

Inexperienced as she was, she was right, but he couldn't stop now. Jamie wouldn't have allowed him to anyway, but his promise calmed her. They both knew Jamie wasn't on birth control, her mother wouldn't allow it. It made their secret even riskier, and all the more exhilarating.

"I had my period two weeks ago daddy, so we have to be REALLY careful.. okay?" The way she continued stroking him, picking up speed even, made it impossible for Bill to say anything that might stop them now. Even if she was at her most fertile, nothing could stop him fucking her now.

Jamie made like she would get on her knees; she knew a little about how to give a blowjob, and she wanted to make her dad happy. But he stopped her before she could kneel before him. Pulling her back up to face him, he kissed her, looked into her eyes and said,

"Later sweetie, I can't wait any longer to make love to you," he told her. 

Jamie wore the biggest smile he'd ever seen, she felt a warmth deep inside her and a twinge of nerves. 

"Take it in your hand," her father instructed. Jamie complied. "Now point it at your ... ahhh right there..." Her father was cut off as Jamie got ahead of him. His tip came into contact with her mound and was immediately coated with her wetness. 

"Are you ready... are you sure... my bad little daughter?" As he said it Bill was nudging his tip against Jamie's opening - it felt incredible to both of them.

"Yes Daddy..."

"Tell me you want it," he asked.

"Ugghh... I want it," she said, squirming as his tip kneaded her clit. 

"Are you going to take my virginity?" Jamie asked. She pulled at him, her hand still encircling his rod as he lingered outside of her. "Ooohh... are you daddy?...or are you going to just talk about it."

Bill scoffed, hesitating a moment at her edginess, and then promptly accepting her challenge.

He pushed forward.

Jamie's lips protested, but gave way.

Bill's tip, the whole thing, but only that, was finally fit snugly inside her. The feeling was inexplicable. Jamie, who was experiencing it for the first time, adored the warmth bestowed in her by her dad's invading head. And Bill had never felt something so snug and inviting; they both wanted more.

With one leg lifted and wrapped around his naked thigh to allow him access, Jamie stood helpless but fulfilled as her dad slid in further.

There was pain at first.

Bill paused, far from entirely within his little girl.

"Are you okay Jamie?" He asked lovingly; the look on her face demanded he check.

"Oh Dad...uhhhhhhh..." she panted needily, "Daaad..." 

Jamie's chest heaved.

She was too arousing a sight. He urged just a bit further.

Jamie howled.

Worrying they would be heard he stopped moving.

"Shhhhhh honey," he consoled, placing a finger over her lips. Luckily the noise level in the gym was full of cheerleaders and part of band practicing. "Do you want to stop? Does it hurt too bad." 

Bill hoped to God she didn't.

"NO!" Jamie cried in a hushed voices, "No Daddy, no... Keep going, I can be a big girl for you...uhhhhh... and your...oohhhh," Her father had continued channelling into her, "your big... ohmygod...thick...unnhh... cock."

By the time she finished saying it Bill was as far as he could go. Standing the way they were he could not shove all the way into his daughter's pussy. Jamie was lucky because she was having a hard enough time adjusting to her dad's size already.

Impaled and pinned against the wall, Jamie returned a long, desirous kiss from her father. It helped her take her mind off the discomfort of having him inside her, penetrating her for the first time. So did the way his hands seemed to glide around her body, finding all of the right spots to massage her and help her along. When he finally moved again she was ready.

Bill slowly withdrew from his daughter.

Her snug insides gripped him, resisting his exit.

As her entrance gave way to the ridge of his tip, Jamie let out the breath she'd been holding. Bill wanted nothing more than to plunge back inside her, but watching his little girl catch her breath he knew to wait. Instead he swiped a hand under her yellow skirt and grabbed hold of her tender, padded cheek. With the other he palmed her ample breasts.




Under the Bleachers



"Put it back in daddy... please," Jamie begged after a few seconds. She couldn't stand being so empty with his hands provoking her so.

Again he thrust into her, hesitating just inside.

Jamie acted immediately, urging him with her leg from behind.

She whimpered as her dad drove inward.

"Ohh fuckkk daaad..." she whimpered.

"Ohh Jamie... my little girl..." her father answered, "you feel so good...you are..." she was listening closely to dull the hurt, "perfect." he whispered in her ear.

Nobody had ever told her that. Jamie, now speared again by her father, wanted nothing more than to make him as happy as he was making her. The ache of her lost virginity was passing, replaced by the slow piston of her daddy in her pussy. She did what she could to rock her hips to meet him.

By the third or fourth time he entered her, Jamie lost count. Bill quickened his thrusts to a level he thought his daughter could handle, higher still when he felt her returning his movements. He could feel every inch of her insides as he slid past, and she him. Young as she was there was moisture soaking their junction and easing Bill's repeated entry into her forbidden teenage pussy.

Moments later, Bill was holding his daughter's ass firmly and plunging into her again and again. His head was nuzzled into her neck and between enamored kisses and flicks of his tongue, Jamie could feel her father's breath heavy on her skin.

"You're so bad daddy..." she hissed in his ear, "oooohhh...you're the naughty one..."

"Is that right... uhhh... my little daughter who humped my lap...ughh.. . until you came?"

He thrust harder, prodding a little deeper into her.

"You're the one... ohh fuck daaaadd... who pulled me out of practice...uhhhh uhhhh uhhhh... so you could take my virginity..."

"My little teenager...who doesn't wear panties to school...and lets boys feel her up in the locker room." he was fucking Jamie hard enough to see her breasts shudder with each thrust.

Jamie gasped, "it was the janitor's closet," she whispered back and pushed her father away with a hand on his chest. His cock slid out of her and sprang to attention awaiting her next move.

"Well then daddy," she replied with attitude. Turning around, Jamie slid her thumbs into the waistband of her skirt and shimmied out of it, bending at the waist. "If you're not as naughty as me," she was glancing back at him over her shoulder, "then maybe you shouldn't fuck me doggy while while I take off my skirt for you"

Sure enough, wonderfully naked, with only the steel supports of the bleachers and dim light for a backdrop, Jamie bent over and wiggled her butt at her dad. And before she could stand up, her father took a quick step forward, directed his tip to her bare, tender opening, and penetrated her once again.

"Unnnnnhhhhh..." Jamie cried out, covering her mouth as she caught herself.

Carefully but deliberately Bill drove into his daughter once more. He didn't give her much time to catch her breath either; her challenge motivated him to take her more forcefully this time. 

Jamie braced herself with her hands on the wall as her dad pounded into her. Her father fucking her from behind was entirely new, as was the depth his big cock was reaching in their new position. Jamie had to stand on her toes to help him fuck her just right. The squishing sound of her slick walls separated repeatedly by his advances was audible to both of them.

"Ooo fuck..." she whined

"Jamie..." Bill called.

"Fuuuuck daddy," cried Jamie as he continued to thud against her butt.

His hands firmly grasped her hips, pulling her to him when he was thrusting forward. In and out again dad's cock went in his daughter's pussy. He was making her feel things she'd never even fathomed, stimulating depths inside her with his thick cock she didn't know he could. 

Her back was arched impressively and at some point Jamie began leaning into each thrust of her father's pelvis. Her breasts hung freely and swayed until her dad reached forward to hold one. It soft and wonderful in his hand, perky like only an eighteen year old girl's could be. Bill placed his other hand on her lower back, warm with perspiration, and used it to leverage driving into his daughter's hot center. His cock kept touching a spot inside her that was sending a jolt to her brain each time he slid out of her pussy and back in. 

He would remove his cock but for the very tip, then pry her back open and fill her up until she whimpered and cried. Once or twice when Bill's hips met his teenager's cute butt, he held her tight, pushing and flexing for a few precious millimeters deeper in her snug tunnel. It made Jamie writhe, both in pleasure and pain while her dad showed her how it felt to be truly full of his manhood.

When he had plunged into her enough times, pressuring the spot that was causing her to quake and moan louder, Jamie started to feel her knees weaken.

"Daddy... I feel...ohh no... I feel like I'm going to..." she warned desperately. She was powerless to stop him, and soon she had not enough strength to even stand on her own two legs. 

Her father didn't relent, he actually picked up speed. Knowing if he refused to let up he would make his baby girl cum, Bill held her tight as her legs gave out and he continued sliding his cock in her tunnel over and over. 

"Daaad... wait... I'm gonna... ughhh unhhhh... I feel"

Suddenly she went silent. A feeling, one that started deep within her, shot out in all directions. If her father hadn't reached down to cover her mouth she would have screamed at the top of her lungs. Instead, as he held most of her weight, her dad pulled her straight up and speared her insides while she moaned into his hand. As she came, fluids covered his cock and dripped down onto his legs and feet. His little girl was the first he'd ever been with that came so hard.

His little girl shaking in his arms was the sexiest thing Bill had ever experienced. He did what he could to rock his hips and continue stimulating her quaking insides while pawing at her exposed breasts and abdomen. He raked her skin lightly with his nails. Jamie was still orgasming; tears were coming from eyes.

When she finally stopped quivering, Bill was kissing her neck tenderly and holding both her tits in his hands. His elbows squeezed her tight, and slowly but surely she found strength returning to her legs. Jamie's whole body tingled, and there was still the incredible feeling of her daddy's cock buried in her dripping quim.

"Dad..." she paused, "that's never happened to me before." Her father was pecking kisses on her cheek and ear from behind her - it felt nice. "I'm sorry I got you all wet."

Bill chuckled at that, "Don't be sorry baby, that was the prettiest thing I've ever seen." 

Jamie blushed, reveling in being hugged tightly by her father. She wanted nothing anymore but to feel stuffed full of her daddy. Nevertheless he slid out of her as she turned around to face him.

"I want you to cum too daddy," she pleaded, taking hold of him and feeling her hand slide on his thick shaft from all the fluids she'd left.. "What can I do, I want you to feel like I just did."

A big smile crossed Bill's face: "Well I don't know if I can cum that hard little one, but can you take a little more?" he asked.

"Daaad... you can fuck me any time you want." she promised kissing his lips, "any way you want," planting a kiss on his cheek, "anywhere you want." she said, looking around and planting another one on his manly chest. On just the other side of the bleachers, some fifty feet away, Jamie's cheerleading squad was practicing. Some of them wondered where she'd gone off to. If only they knew that she was so close by, losing her virginity to her loving father, and loving every second of it...

Reaching down he grasped her surprisingly generous butt and lifted her up. Not too far away was a stack of chairs covered in a thick packing blanket. It was the perfect place to set his beautiful brunette down and fuck her senseless. Not before that, however, Jamie took advantage of her position and reached below her to grab her father's cock again. She had to lift herself a little, but it might just work. As she flexed her legs, they slid and slung over her father's arms. Bill wondered what she was doing, and a few seconds later he got his answer.

When Jamie released herself, it was right down onto his upright cock. He hadn't expected it; the increase in warmth and pressure on him was amazing. His daughter surprised him yet again, the naughty little minx was doing her best to pump up and down on him as he held her in his arms. It was adorable and undeniably sexy; he let her exert her little body until she was panting from the effort.

She was so light he was in no rush to set her down and get in her way. Each time she lifted her tiny athletic body, her pussy fought his return inside of her. It turned him on so much that he knew he was getting close to his own orgasm.

Jamie was watching between them, focusing hard on moving up and down, and Bill was watching her. He loved her look of awe and ecstasy as she changed the pace and stared at the evidence of their incest, their forbidden and life-altering love. At some point Bill was helping her move and the burning in Jamie's thighs went away. She finally looked up to see him looking at her adoringly.

Without releasing from her gaze, Bill maneuvered Jamie over to the stack of chairs. He withdrew just long enough to get her situated so he could fuck her just right. Bill lingered there, his heavy cock wagging and brushing her hyper-sensitive nub. He even slid his tip against her tender clit before rubbing it along the bottom of the his thick shaft. It was too long to be without her father inside her.

"Come on... please..." Jamie begged. "fuck me daddy...ohhh...stick your cock in your little girl's pussy...I want it"

Bill held his finger to his lips again. "Careful honey." The band wasn't playing anymore outside, but someone was dribbling a basketball and the cheerleaders were still going. If Jamie was too loud, they could be found. 

Though the naughtiness of dad taking daughter's virginity in the school gym appealed to the pair, getting caught would definitely prevent their tryst ever happening again. Jamie hoped it would. And if he hadn't been transfixed by her nakedness and the begging look in her eye, Bill would have been thinking of fucking all the ways he was going to fuck his daughter next.

But his adorable brunette was waiting patiently for her dad to be buried in her warm tunnel again, and Bill couldn't stand to keep teasing her anyway. Once more Bill felt his cockhead dangerously near entering his own daughter before it slid its path upward one final time. Drawing back he lined up, took a deep breath, and with his eyes gazing deep into his little girl's he pushed his cock back into her tiny teen pussy. 

"Oh daaaad..." she whispered as he put an inch in. "Daaaaddy... its feels soo... it feels bigger daddyuuuhhh." Her whimpering made him throb with arousal.

"ohhh oww... It feels bigger this way dad...ooohhh please... stop for a minute."

Bill waited, but not more than a few seconds. Maybe the best way for his little girl to adjust would be for him to just keep fucking her, gradually. Mostly, however, Bill couldn't just stop chasing the orgasm that fucking his daughter from behind a moment ago had begun. 

Jamie's head rolled as her dad kept inching further into her. As her walls enveloped him, Bill knew he didn't have long. Watching his baby squirm and struggle to fit him, he took her head tenderly in his hand and hushed her.

"Shhh baby...uhh... try not to squeeze," Bill instructed; he didn't want to come so soon.

"Ooooo... nooo it hurts..." she whined, "daddy... fuck..."

The slick sound of Jamie's tunnel accepting her dad's rod was amazing enough, and then there was her taut little abdomen. Each time he tried to sink all the way into Jamie's tight pussy, it flexed to fit him. Past the peak of her clit, his rod made its way and mounded her skin in a path up her belly ever so slightly while it fought deeper into her womb.

His pace quickened unintentionally, and Jamie seemed to be coming around to her father's strong thrusts. One of her hands scratched and pulled at his back while the other guided him to palm her breast and stroke her nipple. He was close.

"Cum for me daddy..."

"Oh Jamie... say it again..."

"Come on daaad... cum for me." Her voice was like honey. "I'm yours daddy... I'm... oooo... I'm your bad little girl."

Jamie was sensing from her father's heavy breathing that he was getting close. She only knew what she'd heard from her friends, but she knew that he was going to shoot sperm out of his cock that was inside her. She knew that if he wasn't careful like he promised he could get her pregnant... that would probably be bad.

"Daddy remember... ohhhh," he was starting to really fuck her then, "Mom won't let me take birth control... ohhh God... not inside me daddy!"

Bill was nearing as deep in Jamie's tiny quim would allow. His balls contacted the eighteen-year-old's butt as he prodded her cervix.

"Ooooo fuck daddy... oohh oww..." her cries were of extreme sensation.

She was hugging him so tight.

His hands searched for more and more of her.

He shoved in, coming close enough to steal a kiss.

He pulled out, taking hold of her hips.

Again. Jamie was stifling a moan, biting her lip.

He didn't want to be anywhere else except lodged wonderfully in Jamie's welcoming little pussy. It was the best thing he'd ever felt, and watching her pleading eyes as he deflowered her the last thing on his mind was pulling out of her for safety. 

In fact, the thought excited him. It was so taboo, getting Jamie pregnant. His own baby girl, in her school's gymnasium, with the cheerleading team a few feet away... unprotected and so vulnerable. If he pulled out of her in time he could avoid a baby growing inside his own daughter. 

He simply couldn't.

A few more thrusts into Jamie and he hit the point of no return. Jamie read the decision in his eyes. He was gripping her hips tight with his strong hands, depressions being made in her soft flesh.

"Daddy you can't...oooohh nooo... "

And then he was cumming. Her insides drew upon him and he was in heaven.

He pumped it into her generously, sending ropes of potent semen into his baby's womb. It felt so incredible, so right. His knees felt weak beneath him, so he held on tight to Jamie's tiny frame. Jamie moaned as her father painted her insides with his forbidden seed; there was a new kind of pressure within her beyond that of his pulsing cock

"Oh God... Oh daddy I feel it..." Jamie told him.

...something about the sensation of her father's spunk being released into her pussy, filling her up more when she hadn't thought it possible... It flooded her with feeling, and just when she hadn't seen it coming.

"Daddy... ohhh... you're making me cum again!"

Already lost in the beauty of pumping his cum into Jamie's burning womb, the extra grip of her cumming was another thing entirely. It extracted what little he had left in him. Her eyes teared as she shook silently, impaled on her daddy's cock. 

Bill held his daughter tight and close, nestled deep inside her. She cooed and moaned while her father let out a last few defiant jets of cum, she could feel him throb. Having penetrated and filled deep within her, his semen made its way around her father's buried shaft. It peeked out around pink lips and wonderfully displayed their incestuous tryst.

It took more than a moment for Jamie to come around. She was beside herself with the unfamiliar territory her father had just shown her. She was coming down from her second orgasm in a few minutes and dripping her father's cum from the place where he remained planted into her. 

"Daddy you promised... you weren't supposed to cum inside me..." she scolded 

"I know baby I'm sorry." He said.

"You could make me pregnant daaad..."

"I know honey, I just couldn't stop fucking you, it felt too good."

It made Jamie smile hearing her dad confirm he felt as wonderful as she did. She knew he wasn't supposed to, but it had been the feeling of his warm cum pumping her full that had given her an orgasm in the first place. It felt wonderful, and knowing she'd made her father so aroused he lost control was too. She couldn't go on pretending she minded that he'd cum in her pussy.

"Soo bad daddy..." she chastised him. He came in close and kissed at her cheek and neck. "...you came so much I can feel it all in me." He was going to apologize to her again when he heard. "I like it... I'm glad you did."

Once again his little girl surprised him. He was thinking how terrible he'd feel if he had to bring his daughter in to get a pill, or worse, when she smiled and told him she liked that he'd cum inside her.

"Daddy's aren't supposed to cum in their daughter's pussy, Dad..." she continued, "especially when I could get pregnant so easily. "

"Well little girls aren't supposed to bend over for their fathers to fuck them either." He fired back, "but you didn't seem to mind."

Jamie laughed and blushed as she toyed with him. "I'm only teasing you... I am so glad it was you to take my virginity daddy! And your cum feels amazing inside me."

They kissed once more, admiring each other and grateful for the love they'd just shared. When Bill thought the time was right, he began sliding his cock out of his daughter. Jamie's eyes rolled back and she whimpered as he regrettably removed each inch. When it finally came to his head, her lips parted a little wider and released his member with a faint pop. Bill's pretty brunette giggled adorably when she heard it, new to all the sounds and sensations of sex. He intended to teach her everything, and thoroughly.

When his hardly softened cock finally emerged from Jamie, a white pearl gleamed from her slit; a stream of cum followed soon after. Her no longer virgin hole urged her father's generous load out of her from where she was already overfilled. It looked unspeakably beautiful, the evidence of their lovemaking trickling out of her pussy. Jamie was still returning to her normal pursed tautness after her father removed himself from inside her.

In fact, it looked so inviting and slick that Bill dared one last move. When Jamie was least expecting it, he redirected his head at her cum-infused quim. Before she could protest, Bill shoved into her, excruciatingly stimulated by her ever-staggering tightness. 

"Ooohhh fuck daddy... owwww, it's sore!" 

The added lubrication helped, as if Jamie wasn't already dripping wet. But the tiny cheerleader was far from used to having anything so large inside her; she was definitely going to need time to recover. On some level it did feel good, but Jamie hoped her father wasn't hoping to have sex again so soon.

"Please dad... I promise you can fuck me again if you want...owww" she pleaded, "but I need a break before I can do it more."

After his hypersensitive tip felt the insides of his daughter one last time, Bill couldn't have continued anyway. He had simply wanted to feel his freshly fucked teenager one last time. He didn't know when he and Jamie would be able to have sex again without risking exposure the way they currently were.

"Don't worry honey, I just had to feel you one last time. You looked incredible and you did so well on your first time!"

His compliments warmed her thoroughly. If he'd really wanted to, Jamie would have let her father fuck her silly; especially if he was going to fill her up again. She was glad, however, when he removed his prodding erection from her once and for all. Again, cum seeped out of her, easing his rod as it slid along her clit wonderfully when he leaned in to kiss her.




Under the Bleachers



After they were done making out like teenagers, Bill lifted Jamie effortlessly and replaced her on the floor. She stood close to him and admired his towering form while hugging him the way she always had. Bill held on to her butt and scratched her back while she purred in his arms. 

"I love you daddy." Jamie cooed.

"I love you too Jamie." Bill assured her.

After a moment or two they quietly gathered their mess of clothes. Bill helped Jamie climb back into her uniform. Holding her shirt as she slid her arms back into it, Bill was sorry to see his daughter's tits stowed beneath the school's emblem.

Even after he had her all dressed and ready to go, she still had a trail of his cum sneaking down her leg. He could just see it beneath the hem of her skirt.

"Jamie, your leg... you have some of my..."

She turned lazily to look, "I have some of my daddy's cum on my leg? Well it keeps dripping out of me so there's no point in cleaning it off!" She was trying to get a rise out of him.

"Hopefully you can cum in me some more later...if you want to daddy?" She was being her usual bouncy self, once again looking innocent and charming in her cheerleader outfit. After she asked, her hand found Bill's cock through his trousers and rubbed it playfully. He groaned as his daughter slid her hand over it a few times before releasing him.

"I'll take that as a yes. Gotta go dad, meet you at the car!"

He watched her pert backside push backward as she leaned through the gap between the bleachers and wall to check for onlookers. From the sound of it, the cheerleading practice was over; he wondered how Jamie would explain her absence to her friends. She smiled back at him knowingly. 

The last thing he saw as she squeezed through and her skirt was pulled upward was the white gleam of his semen on her tiny inner thigh. Knowing his daughter was going to be walking around the school with his fresh spunk inside her young pussy denied him the chance to be rid of his erection before he left the place of their forbidden rendezvous.

He walked like a zombie on the way to his office and then the car, mumbling goodbyes to whoever passed him on the way. Jamie was all he could think of: what they'd done, how things would change, but most of all how amazing it was to have fucked his little girl senseless.

It was all he could do not seek her out before she made her way to the car. But she was worth the wait, back in the cute outfit she'd been wearing before, the short sweater dress boasted her youthfully smooth thighs. Despite having her in front of him, naked but for her long socks only half an hour before, now that her body was hidden from him he wanted to rip her clothes off and see again. It was as if his appetite for her had increased tenfold. 

Jamie was surprisingly comfortable with what had happened between them. She talked about how it felt, what her favorite part was... she was so innocent for a teenager who had so recently had unprotected sex with her father.

"My favorite was when you were fucking me from behind, isn't it called doggie?" She asked sweetly. "I felt like you were poking me so far inside, and you kept touching this spot that made me shake every time."

He explained everything she asked, and hearing his own daughter describe their incest in such detail tented his pants immediately.

"And then when you came in me, ohh my god," Jamie sounded aroused as well. "As soon as I felt it I had another orgasm."

When Jamie looked over at her father, he looked uncomfortable and seemed to be adjusting his pants. 

"Awww Dad, am I making you get all big and hard again?" She teased him, "Here let me help." 

Jamie quickly reached over and grabbed him through his pants before fumbling with his belt and button. She wasted little time freeing his cock through the hole in his boxers beneath. 

First she was stroking him, jerking her hand up and down on his pole like she'd seen before. But when she decided to change things up a bit it shocked her father thoroughly. She leaned over the center console and flicked her tongue on his tip. When she felt him jolt, Jamie looked up into her father's eyes.

"Does that feel good dad?" She lapped at the underside of his tip twice, three times again."What should I do next?"

"Ohh honey," Bill moaned, "can you put it in your mouth?"

"It's big but I 'll try it for you!" 

Jamie opened her mouth wide, putting the tip of her father's cock on her tongue and padding it as she tried to take him into her mouth. It was a tight fit, but she pushed down further and challenged herself to take more. Her father's involuntary gasps told her she was doing something right.

"Oh you're doing well baby... just like that." Jamie's father instructed.

She began to bob her head up and down while her father guided her by the neck. Within a minute or so, she was sprawled across the console to be able to touch him with two hands and her mouth at the same time. Her dress was already tugging downward in her position, so Bill simply took the opportunity to push it down further over his daughter's breasts.

Her young, perky chest came free and was pushed upward noticeably by the neck of the sweater. Her head went up and down, followed by a hand on his shaft and the other gently massaging his balls. Bill's daughter seemed to be a natural; only halfway home and he could feel his orgasm welling from inside him.

Bill was fondling his daughter's breasts and anywhere else he could reach as she sucked him. A few times she moaned; the hum from her sweet vocal cords urging him along as effectively as her mouth and fingers. Up and down she slurped; Bill was lucky to keep the car pointed straight. At least two cars driving along noticed what Jamie was up to, matching his speed briefly to watch the little eighteen year-old nod her head in his lap. If only they knew she was sucking her father's cock... the truth made him throb.

"Jamie you're gonna make me... uhhh... I'm gonna come baby..."

She didn't budge, only kept sucking him in and out of her mouth. She wagged her tongue back and forth over her daddy's shaft and tip. Her mouth was getting tired but she wanted desperately to make her father cum again. 

She succeeded. While paused at a stoplight, she felt the first jet of cum squirt against the roof of her mouth. Jamie lingered at the ridge of his helmet, sucking and licking amorously while her hand jerked up and down her father's staff. Each stroke pumped another stream of his cum into her mouth. Jamie was humming again as she took in his cum. 

Bill was lost; his vision left him and he could barely keep his eyes on the road. She obviously didn't know how sensitive his tip would be after she swallowed all of his load, and she kept slurping around his head. 

"Ohhh Jamie... baby you have to stop...Daddy gets sensitive when you make him...ooo... cum." Despite how cute she looked he couldn't take it anymore.

Jamie looked up at him, wide-eyed and adorable. She slowly removed him from her mouth, flicking her tongue on him once for good measure. She was still holding him firmly, so she removed her hand and placed it on his chest while her father took deep breaths to recover. It made her happy to watch him so obviously drained from her efforts.

She helped him get his cock back in his pants and within a few more minutes, they were pulling in the driveway. 

As the door opened and they drove into the garage, both father and daughter realized how different a situation they were in from doing the same thing the last time the door had shut behind them. The dark garage and the intimate cabin of the car would likely be the last time they could be truly alone for a while. Seeing her there, with her little dress scrunched around her waist, legs slung over the chair, all he could think about was how he wanted to spend as much time with her in his arms as possible.

"Baby, we are going to have to be very careful now, okay?" Bill said to his daughter.

"You mean I can't tell mom I fucked you instead of going to cheerleading practice?" Jamie joked, "I can't tell her you fucked your little girl and came in my pussy?" 

"Jamie, I'm not kidding." Bill assured her, hoping her innocent look was an act.

"I know daddy, I promise I'll be a good little girl." She said it as she smoothed her skirt over her thighs and fixed her hair. "Until you come see me tonight and show me how to be bad again."

Bill smiled and his daughter did too. Neither of them knew what exactly was in store for them but both knew they couldn't simply end the inspired love and lust they had discovered. Jamie got out of the car first, stealing a kiss before she grabbed her things and skipped to the door.

"Mom, I'm home! You'll never guess what happened at school today!" She flashed a mischievous grin back at her dad who followed through the door.

It was the same one she wore when she pretended to be asleep as her father called her name after slipping into her bedroom that night. Jamie knew if he came any closer he'd see her face down on the bed, with her nightie all bunched at her waist, her naked lower half pushing up so he could see her bare, wet pussy just waiting for him. 

Maybe he'd come to tell her that they had to stop... but she doubted it.



Under the Bleachers



He collapsed on top of her, completely out of energy, once he was through. She didn't care, though, and kept her arms and legs wrapped around his sweaty naked body, his erect cock still embedded within her. "Yeah, you're good at some things," she whispered, and he laughed weakly as they lay as one, Kara staring at the stars through slits in the bleachers and thinking about how lucky she was.



Under The Blood Moon



I know well nobody will believe this story to be true, and I write it only in hopes that by telling it, it may cease to haunt me...

It was the last weekend in October, hurricane Joaquin was tearing up the Bahamas and working its way towards the east cost of America, a massive nor'easter was also building off the cost of the Carolina's —the tides and surges of the two storms were being compounded by the rare occurrence of a super blood moon, forecasters were predicting historic flooding and damage and I was directly in the path of it.

My elderly parents had a beach home in the small quiet resort town of Ocean View and I had been living there temporarily. My wife had moved to California for work and I was set to join her in the following weeks, as soon as we sold our house. Ocean View was a lovely and bustling little beach town in the summer months but became more or less deserted after Labor Day, the summer rental homes all were boarded up for the winter months and all but a few essential shops were open. But, to be honest, I liked the solitude the fall and winter months provided, it gave me a lot of peace and quiet and hopefully time to work on my writing.

As the storms drew closer to shore I set to work boarding up the windows and doors of the first level of the house. The sky was darkening fast and the wind was whipping of the ocean already at a fierce rate. the weather reports were calling for the storm to hit land around 4am the next day, I doubted I'd be able to see the blood moon that night through the gathering storm clouds, too bad I thought, the next one wasn't for another 50 years. 

I finished securing the house the best I could and went inside to wait the storm out. I light a fire and a bunch of candles in case of power loss and poured myself a whiskey and soda and watched the gathering storm build out over the ocean. The sea was now white with froth from the thrashing storm waves, and the tides rolled closer and closer to the house. The light of the full moon back-lite the clouds with an eerie red glow which danced upon the angry ocean. I watched in awe of mother natures show of power and force, the wind howled through the house and a feeling of dread fell over me, maybe riding this storm out wasn't such a good idea. 

For a split moment the moon revealed itself through the clouds, it seemed impossibly large and and frighteningly red, and that's the moment it happened! The moon light made something catch my eye, something out of place, something moving, something out on my deck. The wind howled its animal like cry and a knock came at my door. I nearly jumped out of my skin. I stared out through the window, at the shadowy figure knocking at my door. I shook myself out of shock, shit, probably a neighbor I thought, as I rushed to let them in. I threw open the door to the wind and rain and a beautiful red headed stranger. 

My eyes fell upon the most statuesque women I had ever seen, standing in the wind and lashing rain. "I saw your lights on." she yelled over the howl of the wind, "yes, of course, come in." I said without hesitation. She smiled the slightest smile as she brushed past me into the warmth and safety of my house. I pushed the door closed against the force of the wind and bolted the door closed behind her. "Hell of a night" I said, breaking the awkwardness of the situation. A strange beautiful women was standing in my living room in a soaking wet robe, the thin wet silk clung to her, revealing a very curvaceous form. Her arms where wrapped tightly around her chest as she tried to fight off the violent shivers that were making her entire body heave. "The storm, it locked me out of 

my home" she managed through chattering teeth. I nodded as if that made perfect sense, and I handed her a throw blanket from my couch. She wrapped it gratefully around her, exposing a brief glimpse of her full shift. In a flash, I caught sight of the tight flesh of her muscular legs wet from the rain, I could make out the flatness of her stomach, the curve of her hips, the ample mounds of her breasts and her chilled hard nipples through the thin clinging material. I felt my face go flush and my cock twitch involuntarily. "Please, make yourself comfortable" I said motioning towards the couch. "I'll do whatever I can to help you get back into your house. I'd call the police if I thought that would help, but with this storm..." "Your sweet." she said cutting me off. "If I could just dry off for a bit?" she offered through a warm smile. "Certainly, of course." "Can I get you a drink or something?" I stammered. "What's that?" she asked pointing to the drink in my hand that I had forgotten about. "Um, Scotch, soda" I said just before swallowing down the last of the drink. "I was just about to make another, want one?" I asked reaching for the bottle of Glenlivet. "mmmmmmm" she hummed with a nod of approval. 

"Morrison, my friends call me Mo." I said over my shoulder as I poured the drinks. "Hello and thank you." she said from the next room, standing in front of the fire. "Mo, are you here all alone?" she inquired. "Yes, I live here alone." I said, handing her the cocktail. "Hmmmmmmm" she purred as she took a long drink. "Who's the women I smell?" she asked, stirring the drink with a long elegant finger. "What?" I responded nervously. "The women, there's a women's touch to this place." She said, licking the scotch and soda from her finger tip. "Oh, yeah, my wife." I said sheepishly, "She lives in California." I offered. "Oh, sooooo far away you poor thing." she said, lightly placing her hand on my chest. The wind howled and the rain pounded the roof above, and I saw the fear in her eyes. She turned away from me to face the fire, the glow from it shimmered off the soft curls of her long thick auburn hair. "Mmmmm this feels so good." she softly whispered, reaching out to warm her hands, the blanket falling a bit off her shoulders, I studied the gentile curve of her neck, her skin the color of fresh churned cream was smooth and flawless. 

"Tell me Mo, do you mind if I dry my robe?" she said taking my drink from my hand. "No, I don't mind." I replied almost eagerly. She placed the two glasses on the mantel and offered me the blanket. "Do you mind?" she said coyly, I held the blanket out and up between us to offer her privacy. I saw the shrug of her shoulders and the wet silky robe fall around her lovely ankles. She gathered the robe and hung it from the fireplace screen, taking the blanket from me once more and wrapping her naked self deep in its warm folds. She slowly lowered her self down onto the rug in front of the fire. I grabbed the drinks and nervously sat down next to her. "Did you see the blood moon tonight?" she asked. "No, the storm clouds have been covering it." I replied. "That's too bad, it's really a sight to see over the ocean." "Did you know ancient mariners thought it was a harbinger of doom." she said staring into the fire. "So, like, red skies at night sailors delight?" I said with a chuckle. "Aye, something like that." she said, with a slight hint of an ancient I had not noticed before, Scottish, English, Welsh perhaps? An awkward silence fell over us, I sat and wondered deeply just how the fuck this night had taken such and odd turn, who was this half naked women sitting on my living room floor? After a long moment she turned and stared into my eyes, it was a deep longing look, as if she was reading my very soul, I was slightly uncomfortable. "Did you not pledge to me your help tonight?" she said breaking the silence. "Of course, I'll help how ever I can." I said a bit confused by her questioning. "Say you pledge me your help." She demanded, leaning in closer to me. "Yeah, OK, I pledge to help you." I replied shifting nervously. The wind bellowed an evil howl and the walls shook under the strain of the gale, the lights flickered and the power went out. "Shit, I knew that would happen." I said, "Thank god we have the candles and fire." "She has nothing to do with this." She said with a light stroke of my leg. "I have to admit Mo, you have me feeling a bit awkward." she said with a lick of her lips and fire light glowing in her eyes.

"Here I am, a stranger in your home, in the dark, with nothing but a blanket between you and me." "Oh, I'm sorry, of course, errrrrr I think I may have a sweater and some sweatpants that you could fit into." I said blushing noticeably. "No, that won't do, not if you're going to help me as promised." "Stand up." She demanded, her eyes were now alight with fire, her demeanor suddenly switching from shyness to aggression, almost anger. I looked deep into her eyes studying her face, searching for a sign that might clue me into what caused this change of spirit. And then, that's when it happened, I saw in their depths a scene of horror play out, like an old time silent movie across the light blue of her eyes. There was an awful storm pitched sea, and a ship doomed for the bottom of the ocean, men screamed and gasped for air as they were pulled down into the icy black waters. And in the water, these lost souls were not alone, there were shadowy human-like figures swimming about, dragging them down into the depths, sealing their doom. 

The wind outside screamed and the waves in the dark of the night crashed closer and closer to the house. "Stand up, she said." she flicked drops of her cold drink from her blood red nails into my face, I snapped out of the transfixed state. I no longer labored under the illusion that this night was some stroke of luck for me, or that this was going to end in some harmless fun, no, I now knew I was not in control of the situation. 

"Stand up." She demanded again, I slowly stood up as I was told, fearing what she might do next. "Good, little listener you are." she snapped. "Take off your clothes." She ordered. And for reasons I can not explain, I felt compelled to follow her orders. I pulled my sweater and under shirt off and tossed it onto the floor, my fingers pausing at the fly of my pants, I looked down at this women who once seemed so helpless, waiting for her to call off this crazy game she seemed to be playing at, she licked her full lips and simply nodded in approval. Still I do not understand why, but I felt pushed to do her bidding. 

I forced the button through its eye and slowly drew the zipper down, waiting for her to call this off—she did not. I tugged my jeans down and let them fall around my ankles. There I stood, bare chested, pants down to my feet with only my tight cotton briefs between me and this beautiful aggressor. I held my breath, hoping my now obvious embarrassment would be satisfiable to her and we could both laugh at the situation that almost got out of control. "Do it!" She hissed through her pearl white teeth, and the last bit of control left me. I took a deep breath in and slid the boxer-briefs down past the tan line of my thighs, then let them fall to the floor. The heat from the fire seemed to almost scorch the bare exposed flesh of my ass, my skin ran blush, not from the heat of the fire, but from the burn of my embarrassment. 

There I stood naked and vulnerable in my own living room, in front of the most beautiful women I'd ever been in the presence of, a total stranger to me. My cock forsaked me, it was hard as iron, and throbbing with anticipation without even the slightest sexual touch. My temptress cooed with delight, as she slowly rose up to meet me. She stared through me as she leaned in only inches from my face, "Are you scared my darling?" "Your shaking." she said with pity in her voice. Her tongue darted from her pursed red lips and softly fluttered across mine. "I see I have your full attention" she whispered as she softly raked her perfect nails ever so lightly across the length of my pleading cock. I shivered and jumped from the electricity of her touch. She laughed an evil laugh and said "Oh my dear, don't be so anxious." She withdrew herself a step backward and cast off the blanket to the floor, presenting her perfect nakedness. I gasped audibly, pure fantasy and sin stood before me, the perfect female form, it was as if she was created from my deepest darkest desires. Never before had I ached for something so bad, I wanted to consume her, I wanted her to possess me. 

She saw the look of longing in my eyes and laughed at my pain, "Oh, my sweet, you like what you see I know, it hurts doesn't it?" she sighed as she caressed her perfectly full breasts, the pink bud of her firm nipples pinched between her fingers. I drank her image in, her taught skin glistened, her hips were firm and perfectly curved, her stomach was soft and inviting, finely toned muscle lines drew my eyes down to the subtle inward curve of her inner thigh, her pelvic mound formed a splendid trim love triangle of auburn tufts, which gave way to expose her visibly swollen lips. The soft folds of her labia were glistening with want, her scent filled the room, it called me and I thirst to drink it in. As if reading my very thoughts, my tormentor ran two elegant fingers down her mid-drift, tracing the line of her stomach muscles down to the turn of her pubis, through her furrow of her scarlet nest and into the crease of her womanhood, she purred as she worked her two fingers into her depths, I could hear her wetness get thick as her fingers teased and worked her throbbing gash. She extracted her slick covered fingers from her depths and approached me once more, "Sample the pleasures to come" she whispered, slowly running her fingers under my nose and across my lips, I licked her juices from her fingers, her essence was wonderfully sweet and salty, like the champagne of a fresh shucked oyster. 

She allowed me only a quick taste of her passion nectar before withdrawing her fingers from my hungry mouth. She maneuvered behind me, ever so slightly pressing against me, her cool smooth skin and the ruff of her pubic hair tickled the crack of my ass, sending goose bumps down my legs. She hummed into my ear as she softly scratched my upper thighs, my back arched from her touch. She wrapped her warm hand firmly around the base of my shaft, slowly and knowingly stroking it, I was harder then I'd ever been, the head of my member turned purple with the force of pumping desire. Her light loving strokes made my hips buck to her rhythm, I was her puppet and she the master. She increased the rhythm of her strokes, alternating from long to short pumps, She took me to my peak, a powerful orgasm reached it's boiling point deep in my aching balls. My head spun out of control, I reached back and grabbed the firm sides of her tight ass. "You will not spill your seed!" She hissed as she bit the lobe of my ear. The sharp pain caused my eruption to withdraw, though my raging hard-on would not subside in the least. I dared to turn and face the evil coercer, to beg for release. I watched as she slowly sank to her knees before me, her eyes fixed on my swollen ecstasy. She sank her claws into the straining muscles of my ass and pulled me to her like an animal devouring its pray. She brushed her warm flushed cheek against my pulsing hard-on, then set her skilled passion to work on my wanting member. Her fiery tongue feverishly flickered across the sensitive underside of my cock-head, a hum grew in my ears and my head swam in a cloud of delirium, I twisted my fingers deep into the curls of hear thick full head of hair and drew her wet hot mouth down the full length of my shaft. I knew not what I was doing, I was lost in a deep spell of lust, throat fucking this goddess. sweat poured from my back and yet my skin was covered in goose bumps, my heart pounded out of control and my breathing turned to demonic grunts and groans, it was as if I was no longer human. 

"The blood moon I call your name, and steal the life that runs these veins." I heard her whisper to my manhood which she gripped tight as she controlled me by it. She sprawled herself across the rug below me running her delicate hands up the length of her firm inner thighs. She thrust her gyrating hips up towards me and spread her legs wide. The bloom of her womanhood was slick with yearning, her fingers worked opened her folds, offering the me the depths of her velvet love hole. Her magnificent tits heaved up and down, "Do what you will." She wailed into night. 

I collapsed to my knees landing before her seething loins. I inhaled the perfume of her musk deep, the scent of her desire and want imprisoned me as I buried my face into the wet heat of her pulsing womanhood. I couldn't get close enough, I bathed my face in the silky drippings of her cunt, lapping my tongue from the crack of her sweet ass and up through her deep gash—the wails of her pleasure sending me into a rage of delirium, my mortal soul could take no more. I drew myself up to the cushion of her supple breasts and collapsed into her warm embrace, her arms entwined around me, her claws drawing across the flesh of my back. "Do it now!" she begged, the throbbing tip of my cock paused at the velveteen entrance to her depths. The heat of her eagerness lapped at my tip, drawing me in, she bucked her hips to meet my advance. There was just the slightest pressure at her entrance to overcome, she groaned and thrust her loins, impaling herself on my hot cock. My heart stopped and my soul exploded with shear bliss as I slipped deep inside my amber enchantress. Her hot sweet cream tickled my balls as it gushed from the depths of her cunt.

I withdrew myself from the loving home of her depths, then slammed myself deep home again, thrust after wild thrust, our pelvic bones grinned into each other, her ginger nest of pubes soaking up the sweat of my groin, she wrapped her long muscular legs around me, digging her heels into the low of my back, forcing me deeper inside her until my straining cock pushed against the very depths of her loins, at the zenith of my ecstasy she buried a long wet hot finger into my tight asshole, pulling me closer still, as she stroked a sweat spot I never knew, a fierce vibration buzzed deep in my loins, my balls tightened and filled, my eyes swelled with tears, my ears fixed on the lust panting of the women I was so deep inside, my nose filled with the sweet heavy smell of her orgasm, I sunk my teeth into the pulp of her blushing neck as I erupted deep inside her, "Lord God help me!" I cried into her ear. "She can't help you now...nobody can." she softly whispered back as my sight grew dark and consciousness faded.

The wind howled, and the rush of it's cold grip across my bare ass woke me with a shock. I was naked on the floor soaked by a pool of my own sweat. The porch door was wide open and a haunting red glow spilled into the darkness of my living room. "Hello!?" I called out into the dark of my empty house. What happened? Where did... I realized then that I did not even know the name of the vamp that had set herself upon me. I ran out on to my deck, into the night and storm. A full blood moon cast a scarlet hue on the storm frenzied waves, and there, in the waters shore break I watched as a beautiful naked siren swam into the dark fathoms of the sea.



Under the Boardroom Table



DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the result of my imagination or are used within a fictitious context. Any resemblance to actual people, alive or deceased, places, or incidents is entirely coincidental.

WARNING: This story contains graphic descriptions of male-male sexual relations and acts. You must be of 18 years of age or older to continue. If you are offended by the material suggested herein, DO NOT read any further. You have been warned.





Under the Boardwalk



Recently, the request to relay my favorite fantasy keeps popping up all over. Two of my dating website profiles have posed it to me, as have both of my Yahoo groups. Hence, I found myself in a position I do not relish being put in, that is, being forced to write a sort of story in a limited amount of time. I was quite pleased when I managed to complete the tasks with a certain amount of ease and even pleasing results. My favorite fantasy has been etched in my mind forever, it seems, so when I proceeded to put it down on paper it flowed freely out of me. And dam right it should -- after all, if I am cheeky enough to consider myself a WRITER, then I better not run out of butter when I am serving biscuits for breakfast!

First, I want to fill you in with a few facts, so you'll be more familiar with the history behind my fantasy. My sexual fantasies have never been overly outrageous or far-fetched, in that each one of them could possibly come true for me, within the scope of what is real. That may be the main reason I was determined to live out my fantasies, one by one, and by doing so made my sex life the stuff of real romance -- with lots of longing for love and desires fulfilled. Their realistic nature also made it relatively simple to reach my goals of fulfillment, giving me the firm belief that if you follow your heart and stay true to yourself that dreams do come true and nothing is impossible.

One important element of my favorite fantasy involves my fetish for lingerie and sexy clothes. I have never been a slave to fashion – I wear what I think looks good on me without worrying about whether or not it was on the front cover of last month's Vogue. The clothes I choose must be comfortable, of course. But what I look for first are items that will show off and flatter my fairly full, curvaceous figure. I have acquired an immense collection of mini- and micro-mini-skirts; strapless, sleeveless, and nearly topless tops; skin tight stretchy shorts, Capri's, and pants for my daywear. My equally large loungewear wardrobe includes satiny, silky, and lacy camisole tops and teddies; matching bra and panty sets, which double as my undergarments; and an infinite amount of panties, g-strings, and thongs. My hosiery collection consists of an unlimited assortment of thigh highs and pantyhose, including the crotchless variety. My obsession carries over to my beachwear, so in my favorite fantasy, I fancy myself wearing (barely) a skimpy black string bikini made of satin or silk.

My fascination with having sex in a public place plays a huge part in my favorite fantasy. Ever since I was eighteen years old and gave my boyfriend Jamie a quick blowjob on the train between New York and Long Branch, I knew my sex life would never feel fulfilled until I finished running all the bases, so to speak, by fully fucking some guy in front of other people. And I do not mean just a few other people. It would have to be a LOT of other people. The more the merrier, and if it happened in front of a huge crowd of folks, I think my thirst for a public performance would be quenched.

My preference for dating younger men is no small factor either in my fantasy. It could only add to making a more obvious public display of myself, in having a whole crowded beachful of sunbathers see some sexy thirty-something stud with a stiff wad in his bathing suit parade onto the sand, hand-in-hand with the likes of me! OK, so maybe I am a middle-aged lady. But I do not, in any sense of the word, consider myself to be a TYPICAL one. My long, blonde, bodiful locks flow all the way down my back, nearly to my waist. Half of my 140 voluptuous pounds consists of my bulbous boobs, which can fully fill and even overflow any size 42DD brassiere. And half of my 5'4" medium frame is made up of my long, lean, legs which are limber enough to wrap around any guys neck like a pretzel, while he fucks me hard and deep. That is not to say that I consider myself conceited about my looks, however, for my age in life, I do not think for one moment that I am even the tiniest bit shabby looking. The fact of the matter is, I think I look pretty dam hot for a 51-year old broad! Being also born a flirt, I think I have learned well by this time how to use those looks of mine to turn a few heads here and there!

Hence, I have set the scene for my favorite fantasy as my younger lover and I take a day out on the crowded beach where the boardwalk runs, right behind my home on the Jersey Shore, in the midst of one hot, perfect, sexy summer...

It is a beautiful summer day in late July -- not a cloud in the sky and no humidity in the air. My lover and I are enjoying a day at the beach -- baking in the sun and swimming in the cool, clear Atlantic. This particular beach is packed with people today -- all the Bennies must be down from the city! lol 

We rise from our blanket in the sand and walk hand-in-hand toward the back of the beach, where the boardwalk promenade runs. Leaving the brilliant shining sunlight, we go right underneath the boards, where it is dark and cool. 

Seemingly out of sight of the other beach lovers, I lean my back against a cement pillar. My lover kisses me with a tender passion, and in his hungry lips I can taste just what it is that he wants from me. He leans firmly into me. Our bodies mesh perfectly at every part -- groin-against-groin, skin-against-skin. I feel his huge hardness pressing into my pubic bone. He reaches down between my legs and gently slips his fingers around the crotch of my string bikini, pulling it off to one side. My mound is dewy moist as he parts my swollen pussy lips. 

The rough cement surface scratches my backside, as he shoves me against the pillar with the whole of his body. My feet rise from the ground, and I slide them up the sides of his legs, wrapping my long lean limbs around his waist like a pretzel, locking them into his lower back. Struggling slightly, I manage to pull his rock hard cock from his trunks. Like a magnet to steel, it is drawn straight into my slippery wet snatch, my slot sucking him in like a vacuum. He fucks me passionately, almost desperately -- hard and fast -- and with only his third thrust in, he is exploding inside my dark damp cave, just like the peak of a volcano spurts hot lava. 

I feel him going limp inside me as our tight bodies relax with pleasant relief. I lower my legs until I am standing again in front of him. We are both blushing a bit as we abashedly adjust our bathing suits. Once more hand-in-hand, we leave the shelter of the boards above us, and stroll across the hot sand until we reach our blanket. 

Just as we are about to sit down, the crowd breaks out in a huge burst of applause!!! Grinning broadly, my lover takes a bow, as I produce a cute little curtsy!! We casually stretch out in the sun to bathe, as if nothing had occurred at all! 

No one is aware, not even my lover lying next to me, of my secret ecstasy as the hot sun beams down upon me. I squirm a bit, stifle a moan, and smile to myself. Ah, what a sweet sensation it is to feel his creamy hot cum trickling ever-so-slowly all the way down into the crack of my ass!!!



Under The Bridge



From the back room she entered. I watched her. I saw her glance at Me, then look away. Then she looked again and smiled. I turned My head back to the magazine I was pretending to read. I smiled to Myself. This was such fun.

she started working at the local drug store about a year ago. The first time I saw her I recognised her from years earlier, when she was just another awkward skinny kid along with a bunch of others, kicking cans. Some of My friends noticed her too. They had described the new girl working at the drug store in various ways. Cute or sexy. Great tits. Great ass. Sweet face. Guy talk. 

she was about 5'6". Long dark brown hair with blonde highlights. Full figured like a woman. Young but very sexy. Blue eyes. Big blue eyes with a hint of cheekiness about them. Cheekiness. Spirit. I liked spirit. I had use for spirit.

she had caught My eye.

It was not far to the drug store from My home, perhaps a five minute walk. I called her by the name on the badge pinned to the slope of her breast. "kelly". For the first few weeks I said little more to her than asking for a receipt, or requesting an item only she could reach behind the counter, or thanking her for her service. But I noticed her knowing smile and the touches of her hand on Mine. Once or twice she let her fingers linger for just a moment, but it was long enough for Me to know it was intentional. 

she would smile and say hi when I walked through the door. she asked My name and I gave it to her: Sean. A couple of times I thought she was showing more cleavage soon after I arrived, like she'd undone a button. Not that her shop attendant's uniform was immodest. I figured I was imagining it. It was a nice thought.

Other minor incidents followed. Brushing lint from her breast, a pout here, a bit lip there. If I were younger I would have asked her out.

Weeks turned into months. W/we shared pleasantries. I looked her over. I watched her, if only for a few moments. I admired the shape of her body as she crouched to replace stock. I admired her as she bent forward to write out a receipt. I was beginning to imagine Myself with her. How she would be. How she would react. 

I wasn't obsessed. I thought little of her until I needed something. But, more than once, I put off My trip to the store until after her shift began. I admit, while walking to the store, I occasionally had daydreams about what I would like to do to her. If I ever had the chance. I enjoyed flirting with her, I admit it. But I also thought she was just a tease. Destined to remain a fantasy.

Then one afternoon, early in the summer, she gave Me a chance. she flirted a little too much. I had an opening I couldn't ignore.

I was familiar with the hours she worked, and I needed a lighter. she was about to come off her shift and I had hoped to catch her before she left for the day. I walked into the store and straight up to the cash register. I asked for a lighter, putting My money on the counter in front of her. I was catching My breath from walking briskly.

"You must really need a lighter to have run all the way here," she teased.

"I need it to light a fire under you," I winked at her.

she looked down a little and lifted her eyes to Me, smiling with those beautiful full lips. Then she whispered, "you needn't have bought one for that."

"What did you say?" I asked with mock sternness, My eyes narrowing at her. she immediately went pink. I was a little surprised she had gone so far as to tell Me she was excited.

"Umm, sorry, i ah... i didn't mean anything." she smiled and held out My change.

Reaching out, I grabbed her wrist behind her outstretched hand. I wondered if she would scream but she didn't. I looked right into her soul, past her surprised and embarrassed look, and leaned into her. I was no more than twelve inches from her face. My voice was low and menacing.

"kelly... don't fuck with Me you little flirt."

"i'm sorry, i um..." she blushed crimson. she was a sight to behold.

I leaned further into her and spoke quietly. 

"you are not sorry at all are you kelly... you think this is great fun. Don't you?"

"i...i..." For the moment, there was no-one else in the store. My timing was excellent.

"...you do ...don't you." 

I don't think she expected Me to be so forceful. 

"um... i... um..."

Another customer entered and I released her wrist and took My change. I stood up straight and spoke to her, again looking her right in the eyes.

"I'll be back in 15 minutes. Be ready."

I returned home and explained to My wife that I had some errands to run. This was not a lie. she knows when I say I have "errands to run", she is not to question Me. she knows this. she also knows that "errands to run" could mean anything. I grabbed My bag and threw it in the back seat of the car. I kissed My wife and promised her I wouldn't be more than an hour or two. I told her if she was good, I might get her a surprise.

I got back into My car and drove down to the drug store and parked right out the front. kelly came out the front door on time and her big blue eyes fixed on Me and she smiled. she skipped over to the car, and leaned in My window. 

"Waiting for someone?" she smiled brightly.

Without even the hint of a smile, I said, "Get in the car, I don't like looking up at you."

"Yes Sir!" she giggled and bounced around to the passenger side, sliding in. As she did, her uniform slid up her smooth thighs. She moved to fix it and I held her wrist.

"Don't."

I tore off screeching the tyres as she closed her door and gasped. 

"Too fast for you kelly?"

"i like it fast... " she laughed as she ran the fingers of both hands through her hair.

"W/we'll see about that..." 

The tyres screamed as I planted the accelerator and I felt her hand slap onto My thigh tightly.

"Where are W/we going?!" she yelled over the engine. 

I didn't answer.

The engine roared and the city turned into suburbs then into country. The windows were open and her hair flew around her face.

Within fifteen minutes W/we approached a covered bridge I had surveyed on one of My weekend drives in the country. I turned off the main road onto the dirt service road that went around and under the bridge. It was a beautiful spot.

The deserted picnic area was framed on one side by the rushing stream. The bridge overhead created a wonderful backdrop. I told her to wait and got out of the car. I opened the back door and grabbed My bag. I put it on the table the local authorities had kindly erected there so many years ago.

I returned to the car and opened her door. I held out My hand for her. In one move I pulled her from the car and spun her around facing away from Me. I held her breasts in My hands, massaging them firmly, and breathing hotly in her ear. she melted to My touch and moaned. 

"Want to have some fun kelly?"

"Mmmmm yeah." she pressed her ass back against My crotch. I pinched her nipples gently.

"I want to see how much you trust Me."

"O.. Okay." she was breathing hard already.

From My pocket I took out a blindfold and brought it down over her eyes and tied it behind her head. she opened her mouth to protest.

"It's much more fun this way, trust Me." 

she relaxed a little and I kissed her neck. I led her over to the picnic table. I told her to put her hands palms down, flat on the table top, while she stood facing it. 

"If you take your hands from the table, W/we leave. Do you understand?" 

she nodded. she checked the blindfold then curled her fingers into the gaps in the wood to hold on.

"Good girl."

I lifted her skirt with My left hand and she gasped. I took hold of the back of her thong in My fist and ripped them clean off her body. They were saturated. Completely soaked through. I was about to throw them onto the picnic table.

"Please, i don't know if i want to do..."

"Don't lie to Me you little flirt."

"But i'm n..."

I cut her off pressing her wet panties over her mouth. she tried to pull away.

"Eewwww, that's disg..."

SLAP!!! Right on her ass.

"OOwwwwww!!!!" I let her stand for a minute. 

her hands never left the table, but her thighs were quivering. The only sounds were her own breathing and the quietly bubbling stream. Finally I spoke softly.

"There is nothing disgusting about having a wet cunt kelly. Now don't lie to Me again and don't move your hands, understood?"

"Yes Sir... No lying and no taking my hands from the table."

"That's right, or W/we are done. Now feel how wet your panties are again." I gently rubbed the sodden fabric back and forth across her lips and under her nose. "Feel that?"

"Yes."

"you have a very wet cunt don't you kelly?"

"Yes."

"Even though you don't know what might happen, you're excited aren't you?"

"Yes."

"And you don't want to know what is going to happen next, do you?"

she hesitated.

SLAP! 

"NO!"

"A little danger makes your cunt wet, doesn't it?"

"...Yes."

"Is that all it takes, a little danger, and your cunt gets wet?"

"No." she whispered.

SLAP! " 'No Sir!' "

"No Sir!"

"Then why else is your cunt wet?"

"Because I want You to fuck me Sir."

"you have a dirty mouth don't you?"

"Yes."

"Foul-mouthed little flirt... aren't you?"

"Yes." 

SLAP!!! 

"Yes Sir!"

"Open your mouth you little slut." she did.

she stamped her foot once as I pushed her wet and tattered thong into her mouth with two fingers. There was a bit of fabric hanging out the side of her mouth. I thought it looked cute so I left it. 

"There's something ironic about a slut with her wet panties in her mouth." 

she just moaned.

I turned My attention to My bag on the table.

"Don't move." 

she nodded.

I took a few things from My bag.

I tore off a length of wide electrical tape and stuck it within reach on the table. I placed a leather paddle, a brand new flogger, and a six inch vibrator side by side on the table. I turned My attention back to her. I took a good handful of her long hair and twisted her face to Mine. she moaned softly, completely oblivious.

"Trust Me?" 

her mouth made that delicious oval but I didn't wait for an answer. I kissed her hard and the fingers of My left hand found the pointed and hard nipple of her left breast pressing through her bra and blouse. I pinched it firmly and she gasped again. I gripped one side of her blouse and ripped it open. The remaining buttons went flying. her large breasts held only in her lacy bra were exposed to the afternoon sun. A trickle of sweat made its way between them. 

"you do trust Me don't you?"

"Mmmmmm..." she nodded.

I curled My fingers over the top edge of the cup of her bra and pulled it slowly down. Her nipple bent then popped clear. Very hard. Coral pink on creamy skin with the hint of a tan line. she gasped as I took hold of her nipple and used it to pull her breast out of the bra cup. The bra now looked like a half cup one and I was pleased with the look. I pulled down the other cup and pulled her other breast out by the nipple. she was shaking and moaning the whole time.

Such dainty and perky and very hard little nipples on such large and beautifully shaped breasts. I could see Myself having hours of fun with them. But perhaps not today. 

I picked up the length of electrical tape and placed it over her mouth sealing it. She moaned in complaint but her hands never left the picnic table. 

"Since you can't speak, and you can't see, if I do anything you are too weak to handle, you will slap your hand on the table top three times, or stamp your foot on the ground three times. At that point I will cease what I am doing and ask you if you want to stop. If you slap the table top or stamp the ground, three times again, W/we will pack up and I'll take you home. Do you understand?"

she nodded slowly.

"I'll say it again, I am not going to fuck around with you kelly. you and I both know you are a dirty little flirt and I am going to punish you for that. Then I am going to fuck you. you are going to take your punishment because you know you deserve it. And because you know only good girls deserve to get fucked. Do you deserve to get fucked?"

she shook her head.

"That's right. you don't deserve to get fucked, because you haven't earned it. Not until you have pleased Me by taking your punishment. Isn't that right kelly?"

she nodded.

"Good girl." I picked up My paddle and moved around behind her. I pressed My hand into the middle of her back. "Bend over." I urged. she did so, wrapping her fingers around the edge of the table. Christ she had a nice ass. Again the hint of a tan line from a high cut bikini was evident. I ran My hand over her it.

"I don't suppose you have ever been spanked kelly, and even if you have, it won't have been anything like this."

Pap. Pap. Pap. Three light strokes all on her right cheek. she actually pressed her ass back.

"That was nothing kelly. Nothing. And look how wet you are you little cocktease."

I changed hands with the paddle and gripped her whole cunt in My hand lifting her off the ground. I held her up off the ground for a few moments, then I set her back down. I didn't let let go.

"Spread your legs and keep them straight." she did.

I ran My fingers through her cunt and she opened like a wet flower. 

End to end her pussy opened, shiny and slick with her juices. I picked up the vibrator and pressed it into her centre. she was tight and there was a little resistance then it slid home and she sucked air through her nostrils. I turned on the vibrator and she immediately started moaning and shaking like she was going to cum. 

I switched it off.

"Hold the vibrator deep in your cunt." her right hand let go of the edge of the table and she slid it under herself. she took hold of and pressed the end of the vibrator firmly, keeping it right up inside her. 

"Don't turn that fucking thing on till I tell you." she moaned in assent. "I am going to give you your paddling now... ok?"

she nodded vigorously. I think she just wanted something, anything, to happen.

I switched hands with the paddle again, and I put My left hand in the middle of her back, leaning on her and holding her in place. I raised the paddle to shoulder height and brought it down hard on her ass!

PAPP!!!

"NNngggggggg..." she moaned as loud as she could and immediately hit the table three times. God this might prove useless.

It was time to make use of her spirit.

"I see, so at the first hurdle the little flirt wants to go home," I said. "I suppose you are going to cry to momma too."

she steadied her legs and straightened them.

"Wanna go home you weak little shit?"

she slapped her hand around the edge of the table and gripped for dear life. she even pushed out her ass the fiesty little slut.

I reached up and took a handful of her hair tightly, turning her head away from Me and I pushed down., forcing her cheek against the table.

PAPP!! PAPP!! PAPP!!

"Dirty little slut!"

PAPP!! PAPP!! PAPP!!

PAPP!! PAPP!! PAPP!!

Both cheeks were rosy, her knees had buckled and she was laying directly on the table now.

PAPP!! PAPP!! PAPP!!

PAPP!! PAPP!! PAPP!!

her moaning was constant, even when I stopped.

"you little bitch, you think you deserve to be fucked now? you think wrong."

PAPP!! PAPP!! PAPP!!

PAPP!! PAPP!! PAPP!!

PAPP!! PAPP!! PAPP!!

PAPP!! PAPP!! PAPP!!

Now her ass was red and I was starting to work up a sweat. I stepped back and pulled My tshirt over My head, throwing it on the picnic table. she didn't move. I placed My hands on her ass and pulled her blazing cheeks apart. her asshole was tightly clenched and her fingers still held the vibrator within her.

"Turn that fucking thing on." I watched as she did. she started trembling again and I pressed My hand down firmly in the centre of her back again.

PAPP!! PAPP!! PAPP!!

PAPP!! PAPP!! PAPP!!

"NnnggggggggGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!" came the muffled cry of a stifled orgasm. she bucked on the table and went suddenly stiff as a board. Then shuddered again and again with little pauses between. It was an intense orgasm and a joy to witness.

"Keep that thing deep in your cunt. I will flog you now."

I lifted My hand from the centre of her back and watched as she stretched a little to get comfortable. she planted her feet in a show of defiance and I was pleased. That red ass of hers looked so good. I wanted to fuck it. But I would wait.

I turned to the table and put My paddle in My bag and picked up the flogger. Now this was a brand new flogger and the suede leathers were a little longer than I was used to. I would have to start out slow and gentle to avoid "wrap" and to get My range. her ass was glowing so there was no need to flog it. I just wanted to whip the little slut. So that's what I did, after grabbing her hair again.

Ffffffap!!! Right in the middle of her back. It wasn't hard but she didn't even flinch. I worked down to the top of her ass then back up again. 

Ffffffap!!! Ffffffap!!! Ffffffap!!! Ffffffap!!! Ffffffap!!!

Right up to her shoulder blades then back down again.

Ffffffap!!! Ffffffap!!! Ffffffap!!! Ffffffap!!! Ffffffap!!!

Up and down I worked, harder and steadily harder. I had range and was striking her sweetly. Flogging is all a matter of timing and building. she was taking it in her stride. Another series of shudders and moans burst from somewhere within her mind and body. But it didn't stop Me. 

Ffffffap!!! Ffffffap!!! Ffffffap!!! Ffffffap!!! Ffffffap!!!

Ffffffap!!! Ffffffap!!! Ffffffap!!! Ffffffap!!! Ffffffap!!!

By now W/we were both dripping sweat and she looked like she was almost ready. "Fuck it," I thought... I know *I'm* ready. I stopped a moment and walked around the table. At this angle I could flog her ass if I wanted, but what I wanted was those full lips stretched around My cock. 

I put down the flogger within easy reach and took hold of the hair above her blindfold and lifted up her head.

I picked the edge of the tape and took hold of it and in one move, ripped it off. Still holding her head up by the hair I took the end of her panties that still stuck out of her mouth and pulled them slowly out. A load of drool dripped down over her lips and she moaned and breathed hard. her panties of course were soaked and I rubbed them all over her face before throwing them on the ground.

It was just as well she was breathing hard because I had released My cock and it was about to go down her throat. Which may or may not upset her, and I was interested in finding out.

I held her nose closed with My other hand while holding up her head and after she had taken a few breaths, I pushed My cock into her mouth and released her nose. she seemed quite pleased to have My cock in her mouth. she started sucking hard right away. So I obliged her by taking hold of her head and sliding right to the back of her throat. 

she was at the perfect height and angle for this and I gripped the sides of her head hard and pushed into her neck. 

Now let Me tell you, I was expecting a SLAP SLAP SLAP on the table right away. It never came. But she did. she started to cum again with My cock right down her tight throat. I am no fool, I pulled out straight away and got to work with the flogger while she was still cumming. I flogged her ass while she shuddered and shook, and I didn't care if the ends hit her cunt or asshole. Served the teasing bitch right. I had eased off on the intensity a little. I am a kind Man after all. 

Ffffffap!!! Ffffffap!!! Ffffffap!!! Ffffffap!!!

"OOoooooo godddddd!!!!"

Ffffffap!!! Ffffffap!!! Ffffffap!!! Ffffffap!!!

As soon as it was safe I pushed back into her mouth. Right down her throat. she stifled a gag and I held My cock balls deep in her mouth. I slid slowly back and she sucked air through her nose before I pushed back in over her tongue and down her lovely tight wet bumpy throat. In and out, listening to her suck air then back in and out again. I could feel the tingle start behind My balls and before I knew it My toes were curling.




Under the Bridge



Bryan brought his truck to a stop at the side of the road, just before the old wooden bridge that ran across Pike River. He shifted into park and glared over at Diane.

"I said I was sorry," Diane said.

"I know," Bryan said. 

Bryan stared out the windshield and off at the dusty road.

"You said it enough times," Bryan said. "You were sorry when you dropped my camera in the river. You were sorry when you left my cell phone at the gas station. And you were sorry when you left my $100 jacket out in the rain."

Diane didn't reply.

"Out," Bryan said.

Diane obeyed. She wasn't going to argue. She felt bad about her forgetfulness, and she knew that giving Bryan what he wanted would make him- and her, feel a lot better. Still, she didn't want to give in to him without a fight.

Diane hopped out of the truck and walked around the front towards the drivers' door. Bryan emerged from the truck and slammed the door shut.

"So where do we do this?" Diane asked.

"Under the bridge," Bryan said.

Diane carefully treaded down the steep hill towards the riverbank, underneath the old rickety bridge. Bryan followed, and tugged her by her arm out of view of the main road.

"Bryan, listen," Diane said. "I know I've been irresponsible. I know I've really ticked you off a lot this past month- but do you really think this is the best way to go about it?"

Bryan wasn't up for an argument.

"I want you to know I'm not fooling around, Diane," he said. "You are making expensive mistakes. And since you're not the one pulling in the paycheck every week, it's up to me to put some sense into you."

Diane sulked.

"I'm sorry," she said.

"I know," Bryan said. "But you're getting a spanking anyway."

Diane began to cry. It wasn't that she feared the pain, no, that didn't bother her at all. She hated that she had disappointed Bryan so many times. She agreed with his decision. She knew she needed some discipline. She just hated that it had come to this. 

Bryan saw the tears swelling in Diane's eyes and his stern expression melted.

"Look baby, I don't want to do this to you," Bryan said, putting one arm around his girlfriend's shoulder. "I just don't know how to get through to you."

Diane began sobbing, and she wrapped her arms tight around Bryan's body. Bryan held her close and gently rocked her in rhythm with the wind.

"I know," Diane sobbed. "I know. I'm so stupid sometimes-"

"No," Bryan said. "You are not stupid. You are a very smart, intelligent girl. That's why I love you. That's why I'll always love you."

"I love you too," Diane whispered.

Bryan and Diane held each other for several minutes. Neither of them said a word.

Bryan felt the beating of Diane's heart thumping in sync with his own. He ran his hand through Diane's long blonde hair and kissed her softly on the cheek.

Diane was still for a minute, and she pulled away from Bryan and looked him straight in the eye.

"I'm ready," she said.

Bryan smiled lightly.

"Come on, then," he said.

Bryan sat down on a rocky incline, and shifted around until he got comfortable. He beckoned Diane to come towards him.

The tears were almost dry in Diane's eyes, as she stepped towards Bryan. Bryan looked Diane in the face, and shot his eyes downward towards her waist. She understood.

Diane unzipped her shorts, and slid them downward towards her ankles. Underneath, she wore white, frilled feminine panties. Bryan glanced at those and Diane slid them downward as well. Diane stood motionless as she waited for Bryan's next request.

"Over my lap, now," Bryan said.

Diane awkwardly stepped forward, hindered by her shorts and panties around her ankles, but she dropped down to her knees and leaned over Bryan's lap, placing her buttocks in the path of Bryan's palm. Diane placed her hands flat on the earth and closed her eyes.

"You realize this is no one's fault but your own," Bryan said.

Diane nodded.

"May I proceed?" Bryan asked.

"Yes," Diane said.

Bryan held her by her torso with his left hand, and with his right hand, he forcefully spanked Diane hard on her bottom.

Diane cringed in pain, but remained motionless.

Bryan spanked her again, harder. The reverberation off the smack echoed under the bridge. Bryan began a rapid succession of spankings, alternating between each of her cheeks, and landing others smack in the center of her buttocks. Diane clenched her eyes closed and held completely still, absorbing the shock of each smack into her system.

Bryan could feel Diane trembling against his thighs, and this hurt him. He continued spanking her fast and hard, and Diane's tender behind was starting to become quite red.

Diane was resilient, and she did not protest even when the pain became almost unbearable. Diane knew Bryan loved her, and he would know when enough was enough. Diane held her ground, and endured the punishment all the way to its fiery conclusion.

At last, Bryan laid one final smack upon Diane's now throbbing buttocks before setting his hand aside. His handprint was now embedded in red on Diane's bottom many times over. 

"Okay, baby," Bryan said. "I think you've learned your lesson."

Diane cringed in discomfort as she attempted to bring herself back to her feet. Bryan helped her back up, and Diane reached around and tenderly touched her backside.

"How red is it?" she asked, turning away from Bryan and looking back over her shoulder.

"Pretty red. Nothing a few days and a cold bath won't fix," Bryan said.

Diane turned to face Bryan.

"Thank you," she said.

Bryan nodded.

Diane stooped down and pulled her panties back over her bottom. Her reddened buttocks stung as she dragged the fabric across her swollen skin, but she pulled her panties snugly in place before pulling up her shorts as well.

Once she was fully dressed, Diane and Bryan walked back up the hill towards the truck.

"Bryan," Diane said, climbing back into the truck. "You're not still mad, are you?"

Bryan smiled.

"Water under the bridge," he said.

They buckled their seatbelts, and Bryan started the engine and took off down the long, dusty road.



Under The Bridge



I whipped My cock from her mouth and took the base of it in My fist. I then started to cock-slap her hard. One cheek then the other. her mouth stayed open, her tongue chasing My cock the whole time.

"Pull out that fucking vibrator and give it to Me."

she shifted and moaned softly as the buzzing toy was withdrawn from her dripping cunt and she brought it up to Me like a blind person.

"you don't expect Me to handle that do you, you filthy little whore? Clean it in your mouth. Then give it to Me. 

she moaned again as the whole toy slid into her mouth by her own hand. My cock throbbed at the sight. I brushed away her hand and withdrew the vibrator from her mouth Myself. With the blindfold over her eyes, she even licked her lips. 

It was starting to get dark. It was time to take My pleasure.

"Turn over onto your back, kelly. It's time to get fucked."

she stood up and turned around, gingerly sitting on the tabletop and layed back. she moaned softly. I spread her legs and lifted them over My shoulders by her ankles. I put the vibrator back in her hand and told her to hold it against her clit and she did. 

I positioned My cock at her wet entrance and pushed Myself inside her. I watched as every inch sunk slowly into her. I hit bottom and ground against her cervix as she started to tremble. 

Then she went fucking wild. I had to hold onto her at first as I started driving her into that table with thrust after deep thrust. her cunt was amazing, gripping tight then spasming with hard and loose alternate grips that were so fast I was barely aware of them. I had almost forgotten My plan as the cum started to boil in My balls. she was so tight and so wet. Heavenly. Then she screamed.

I was twisting her nipples fiercely as I fucked her savagely. My eyes flew open and I caught Myself looking down on her. I stopped thrusting and watched her heaving chest and her hard red nipples being thrown side to side atop her breasts.

"Don't stop, please don't stop, PLEASE!!!"

"Shut up and fuck yourself you little slut. Use the vibrator."

I slid My cock from her tight channel and she immediately slid that vibrator home.

"Slap your clit." she did. 

"Over and over." she did. 

"Keep fucking yourself." she did.

"Cum kelly!" she did. 

And I pushed My cock straight up her ass. I gripped her hips and guided My cock to that little hole and while her body was convulsing I slid My cock right up her ass.

"NOOoooooooooo....." she screamed and it trailed off into her orgasm.

I held her around her hips and impaled her repeatedly. Over and over and over I fucked into that tight ass. All the while, sweet little kelly the cocktease kept slapping her clit and shoving that buzzing vibrator in and out of her pussy. W/we were losing O/our rhythm and that tingle had grown and I felt like I was on the edge. I reached up and pulled the blindfold up and off her and the sight that met My eyes put Me over the top.

That beautiful blue-eyed, full-lipped pretty face was now the face of an animal. Her hair was matted across her brow and a determined almost angry look was etched across her face.

"Fuck me. Fuck me hard, fuck me in the ass. Fuck me anywhere. Fuck me forever."

I gripped the bottom of her thighs tight and slammed My cock in and out of her as fast and as hard as I could. Slam, slam, slam slam!

"AaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" I screamed as My balls exploded and cum rushed up My cock. I slammed deep into her, holding Myself there and spasming over and over. Jet after thick jet of hot cum filled her ass. I'd lifted her off the table in My effort and still she slapped her clit.

her eyes rolled back and suddenly she stiffened and cried out as a massive cum enveloped her. I slid My wilting cock from her and stood back to watch. I dropped her legs and they flopped open obscenely.

"OOOOooooooooooooooooooo godddddddddd fuuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk......" she screamed again and writhed on the table, her hands between her legs, holding on tight. she started to shudder again and I moved forward, grabbing her wrists and pulling the dripping toy from her cunt. she lay there for minutes, catching her breath.

I moved between her legs again and took the hem of her uniform and wiped My slick cock off on the material.

"No more please..." she whispered.

"No, no more today pet. Time to get going."

"But i can't go home like this..."

"Who said anything about going home?"

"But?"

"Make yourself presentable kelly, you have a long night ahead of you."

she stood and straightened her clothes with her eyes on the ground. I threw My bag into the back of the car and retrieved My mobile phone from the console.

I rang home.

"All finished here pet... on My way... yes about twenty minutes... oh and pet?"

I made her wait. 

"I have that surprise for you..."

Author's Note: Thank Y/you to those readers who take the time to vote. Y/your judgment is inspiring!