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Gift of the Graduates Ch. 01

By: someoneyouknow



After Brad had completed mowing his lawn, doing other yard work and tending to his small garden, he decided that after a light lunch he should take a short nap before heading back to his home office to work on his latest book. He was in that fuzzy zone between sleep and wake when the doorbell rang. Twice. He didn't want to answer the call but when the bell rang a third time, he grumpily rolled off the couch and went to find out who was disturbing his quiet day.

Yanking open the door, he was about to bellow to whomever was disturbing him when he recognized the person standing on his doorstep and held his words.

"Hi, Mr. Sanderson," chirped the brunette, "my name is Lindsey, I live next door. You and my parents have spoken several times and ..."

"Yes Lindsey, I know who you are," Brad cut her off, wanting her to get to the point.

"Oh yeah, I guess you know that. Anyway, I was wondering if I could ask a big favor from you."

Brad didn't reply. It wasn't that he wasn't friends with her parents, they got along well. He helped her parents out when they needed an extra hand and they were nice enough to watch his house when he had to go on a book signing tour. He had met her a handful of times, though usually in passing or when he was at her house. Neighbors helping neighbors and all that. 

Despite being a good neighbor, he wanted to get back to his nap so he would be rested when he worked on his book. His publisher wasn't pestering him, yet, but as this was his third book, he wanted to get a jump on things so when the call came, and it would, he could toss a bone to the publishing company.

"Why don't you come in," Brad told her, holding the door open as Lindsey bounced into his home. His eyes quickly scanned her athletic form as he closed the door behind her, his attention caught by the tightness of her ass beneath her shorts.

She had never been inside his home before and her head immediately swiveled left and right to take in her surroundings.

"So, what favor are you asking?" Brad asked, crossing his arms and staring at the perky neighbor.

"Well," Lindsey began, hemming and hawing for a moment as she sought the nicest way to ask, "would it be possible for me to use your pool for a graduation party?"

"When?"

"Three Saturdays from now."

Brad pondered. There wasn't an issue with the timing, it was more of the imposition.

"So tell me," he said, waving an arm at her to follow him to the living room, "how many people were you thinking of having over for this party? Anything to drink?"

"Um, I was, uh, yeah, beer is fine. I was thinking maybe a dozen or so."

"Yeah, beer's not happening," Brad told her flatly. "Choose something else."

Lindsey wrinkled her mouth. From the little she had heard about him, and the few times she had met him, she thought he was cool. He was an author after all.

"Water is fine."

Brad rose and talked over his shoulder as he got her drink. "Twelve people, huh? All your friends?"

"Yeah," she shouted to him. "Maybe a few more, but definitely no more than twenty."

Returning with the water, Brad handed her the glass and sat down in the chair opposite from her.

"So which is it: twelve or twenty?" He didn't really care what the number was, he just wanted a firm answer.

"For now, it looks like a dozen but I'm still waiting on a few others to let me know if they're going to show."

More pondering. At least twelve, perhaps twenty teenagers, young adults really, having a party in his pool on a Saturday night.

"So tell me, Lindsey," he asked, leaning back into the chair, "why should I be a nice guy and let you have your party at my place?"

Lindsey wasn't sure how to respond. She thought he would either say yes or no, not grill her like a criminal.

"My parents suggested that in exchange for you letting me have the party at your place, I would have to do some yard work for you. You know, mow the lawn, take care of your garden, things like that." She took a sip of water, her eyes locked on his as she waited for his response.

Having someone else mow the lawn would be nice, he thought. He pondered some more.

"I'll tell you what," he finally said, leaning forward to talk to her, "in exchange for mowing the yard once and weeding my garden three times, you can have your party ..."

"Thanks!" Lindsey blurted out, bouncing in her seat at the words she wanted to hear.

"Let me finish," Brad told her, "in exchange for all that, there are a few rules that need to be laid down."

Her enthusiasm was short lived as she heard the word 'rules' and the smile on her face quickly disappeared.

"First, no drinking. All of you are under age and since this will be on my property, if anything happens, it's on me."

"Second, no loud music after ten thirty. I don't care if music is played late into the night, but I don't think the neighbors would appreciate hearing the volume turned up to eleven at one in the morning. Are we good so far?"

Reluctantly, Lindsey nodded. This wasn't sounding like the party was going to be any fun. She placed the glass of water on the floor next to the chair and waited for whatever other rules he was going to impose.

"Third, you will help me get things cleaned up and ready that day. It's your party, you're the one planning it, you have to make sure everything is ready."

"Finally, and this is the most important rule; have fun. You only get to graduate from high school once and who knows what will happen to you and your friends in the future, so make the most of it. Are we clear?"

That final rule caught her by surprise. Her smile returned as she vigorously nodded her head several times.

"Obviously I'll have to talk to your parents to firm up the details, but as far as I'm concerned, you can have your party in three weeks."

She almost couldn't control herself and sprang from the chair. In that release of excitement, Brad's eyes were momentarily distracted by her breasts bouncing beneath her t-shirt in sympathy with her motions. He rose and before he could say anything she threw herself on to him and gave him a hug. Those young breasts which moments before had caught his attention were now pressed firmly into him while her arms wrapped about him and squeezed tight.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Lindsey squealed, her body bouncing against him as she hugged him.

Doing the only thing he could, Brad hugged her back and if it were possible, she squeezed him harder, her body pressed as tight against him as she could get.

Despite being old enough to be her father, at thirty-six he was twice her age, he held on to her tight her young body squirming against him as she showed her appreciation. Realizing how it must seem, he let her go and she followed suit, taking a step back.

"Sorry," she apologized, her smile more subdued but no less brilliant.

"It's ok," he told her. "I know it's hard to believe, me being ancient and all, but I do remember my graduation and the fun I had."

"Like what?" Lindsey asked, waiting to hear him tell her of his graduation story.

"I'd prefer not to as you don't know me that well and you might get the wrong idea about me."

"No I won't," she replied, hoping to hear him tell her of some grand adventure he had that night.

"Maybe some other time."

Lindsey wrinkled her mouth, not satisfied with his answer but having to accept it nonetheless. She said her goodbyes, giving him another quick hug and thank you. Brad watched her leave, his eyes again drifting to the rounded outline of her ass swaying beneath the tight material of her shorts before closing the door and getting back to his nap.

During the week he talked with her parents, each in agreement with the rules laid down as well as the expected payment, Lindsey sitting in but having no say in the matter. She and Brad set up the time for her to come over that Saturday to get things ready and with that, all that was left was the waiting.

The doorbell rang promptly at eight thirty that Saturday morning and when Brad opened the door, there was Lindsey in her sneakers, shorts and a bikini top. As before, Brad's eyes wandered to and were held by the sight of her breasts now held in place by the maroon top. While not overly large, her breasts comfortably filled the top, their curves enticing and adding to the cuteness of the brunette in the doorway.

"Hi Mr. Sanderson!" Lindsey called out, her voice much too cheerful for this time of the morning. "Ready to do some cleaning?"

Brad smirked at her enthusiasm and invited her in while he got what they would need. Returning a minute or so later, he found her dutifully waiting by the door, not having moved from her spot.

"You could have sat down," he told her as he came down the hallway with a bucket filled with cleaning supplies.

"S'ok. I don't think I could stay seated for long," she told him, her excitement at the impending night evident as she bounced on her toes.

"Well don't wear yourself out. You have a long night ahead of you."

"Oh I won't. I don't think I'll be going to bed tonight, I'm so excited!"

Inwardly Brad chuckled, understanding her excitement about graduation. It was almost as big a deal as prom.

"Follow me." With that, Lindsey followed him out the back to the pool. It was a good size pool, large enough to swim and play in but not so large that it was more than one person to maintain. He gave her the quick tour of where things were; the small shed with the pump and other supplies and the larger shed with his lawn equipment and a few chairs. She nodded her head as he went over their plan of attack, not adding anything but simply agreeing with what he said.

They started with the concrete walkway around the pool, first hosing it down to remove the loose dirt, then setting about with stiff-bristled brooms to get out the dug in dirt and grime. Once they had the walkway clean, they went to work on the pool liner. With detergent and brushes they scrubbed the water line of the pool, getting rid of the line of dirt which naturally accumulates.

From time to time Brad would look up and watch Lindsey as she scrubbed, her body bent over as she used the long handled brush to scrub away the dirt. He didn't want to seem like a pervert, someone of his age ogling the young woman, but it was hard not to. Her breasts jiggled in her top as she scrubbed away, his gaze wandering down then back up her young body. It was especially hard not to look when her back was turned to him and she bent over. He swore she had nothing on under her shorts, though a thong would be just as invisible across the width of the pool.

He shook his head and got back to work, turning his thoughts to scrubbing the dirt from the pool liner. Occasionally they would talk about this or that, Lindsey trying, unsuccessfully, to get him to talk about his graduation night, but mostly they kept to themselves and their cleaning. Once finished with the scrubbing, Brad showed her how to use the vacuum to clean the dirt from the bottom of the pool. He gave her a few pointers as he watched, then left her alone to finish the cleaning while he took care of other issues.

As the noon hour approached, Brad called a halt to their activities. The day was getting warm and even though he had gotten them drinks during their cleaning, the sun beating down on them for hours had made them thirsty.

"Ok, time to eat!" he half-shouted across the pool. Lindsey seemed relieved to finally get a break but to her credit, she never complained the whole time she was working. They half-staggered into his house, Brad immediately getting them large glasses of water which they sucked down, before getting out some lunch meat and other items from which they could make sandwiches.

"Why don't you wash some of that crud off before you eat," he told her.

"Crud? Where?" Lindsey looked down at her arms and legs but was confused as to what he meant.

Stepping in front of her, Brad swiped a finger across her sun-tinged nose and held it in front of her face.

"This crud," he said, showing her the dark streak on his finger.

"Oh," was the reply, Lindsey blushing as she realized the dirt had been on her face for some time.

He pointed her to the bathroom and while she cleaned herself, he laid everything out and started to make his sandwich. He was nearly done when he heard her open the door and looking up, watched as she came down the hallway. Just like with the pool, he couldn't not look at her, her toned, teenage body giving him thoughts he knew he shouldn't have.

They devoured their sandwiches and chips, washing everything down with more glasses of water, talking here and there.

"Thanks for the fliers you put up around the neighborhood," she told him in between bites. Brad, on his own, had made up fliers and placed them in every door notifying the neighbors of the upcoming party, that there would be additional vehicles on the street and to cut the graduates some slack with the noise level as they celebrated their accomplishment.

"Not a problem. Just doing my part to smooth things with the neighbors. I live here too, you know." Brad had moved to the neighborhood over ten years ago when his first book was published. He was welcomed by everyone, some even going so far as to suggest dates with relatives, which he politely declined.

"So what do you write about?" Lindsey asked. "I've never read any of your books."

"Talk about kicking a guy where it hurts," Brad feigned.

"I didn't mean it like that!" Lindsey laughed, "I know you're a writer, my parents told me, but I just never bothered to read one of your books."

"I write mystery novels. Two so far, third in the works."

"What kind of mystery?" Lindsey leaned forward on the table, propping herself up on her arms as she listened to him tell his tale.

"Something along the lines of murder mystery. People being killed off. That sort of thing."

"Anything juicy?"

"No, not really. Just the usual bound hands, bullet to the head, knife to the back stuff. Though I have been thinking of trying something different."

"Like what?"

"I was thinking of throwing a little sex into the mix. Something like an attractive woman running around on her husband who is found dead. Maybe she's into being tied up or dominated. The kind that would wear slinky, sexy clothes as a teaser before hopping into bed."

"Ooooh, sounds kinky! Anything written so far that I could read?"

"No, not yet. It's still in my head. I just have to find time to put it down in writing but it's a little hard to do when I'm getting ready for a party." He gave her that knowing, joking look, teasing her about that nights activities.

Lindsey giggled, understanding his meaning. "I'd like to read it, if you ever finish it."

"Oh sure, now you want to read my book."

She laughed, his words telling as to her mind set. "You're talking about sex. Of course I want to read it!"

Brad chuckled, making a mental note to use her as a test reader to see how he was doing. If he ever wrote the book.

"So you're willing to read a book about sex, but not one about murder. I guess we know what gets you going."

Her mouth opened in mock surprise, a hand snaking out to playfully smack his.

"I didn't mean it like that," she told him. "It's just interesting to read about it."

Brad paused, taking in her words. As a writer, he had learned to pick up on both what people said, and what they didn't say.

"So you like reading about it?"

Lindsey didn't reply, instead smiling and looking away as she tried not to be too obvious.

"Uh, sorry," Brad apologized. "It's none of my business and not a conversation we should be having." He took a bite of his remaining sandwich and washed it down with a swig of water.

"So, ready to get back to work and get ready for tonight?" he asked, quickly changing the subject.

"Sure!" was the instant reply. Lindsey popped up from her seat, Brad's eyes again noticing her jiggling breasts in her top and the two went back out to finish the job they had started. Fortunately they had done most of the heavy lifting in the morning so they didn't have much to do as the sun rose high into the sky and the temperatures got warmer. They set up the chairs and with the help of her father brought over some tables which were placed around the pool area. Her mother followed with several blankets which they laid out around the yard for people to use. In just over two hours everything was as good as it was going to get, the last thing needed to be done was the food which would be brought over right before the party was supposed to start.

When they were done, they smiled at each other, sweat dripping from their faces as they surveyed their work.

"Looks good, huh?" Brad rhetorically asked.

"Yeah, looks like a party could be happening soon," Lindsey quipped. They laughed and as before, she gave him a hug before going back home to get cleaned up for the evening.

About half an hour before the people were to arrive Lindsey knocked on Brad's door. She waited a moment, then impatiently knocked again. With no one answering the door, she made her way around the house to the back and found Brad moving some big blue tubs into position by the tables.

"Oh hey!" he called out seeing her coming towards him. He stopped dead in his tracks as he took in her sight, her young form encased in a free-flowing white cotton dress which moved as she moved. Though she wore flip flops, they did nothing to detract from the elegant look she had, her toned legs, exposed to just above the knee by the dress, sashaying easily across his lawn while her short, almost black, wavy hair was highlighted by the fading sunlight. As she got closer, he saw the thin spaghetti straps holding up the dress and the barest hint of cleavage as her dress dipped in front.

"Wow!" he called out as she approached, "you look great!"

"Thanks," was the cheerful reply. She couldn't help herself and automatically blushed. An awkward silence hung in the air until she moved away and started talking about nothing in particular.

"You sure people will want to swim?" Brad asked, changing the subject. "It's still a bit chilly and I don't think the water is all that warm."

"I'm sure some will try," Lindsey said, looking at the pool. "But if nothing else, we can put our feet in."

"So when are your friends arriving?" he asked, watching her as she moved from table to table.

"Hopefully soon. I can't wait. It feels great not having to go to school."

Brad chuckled. He remembered feeling the same way when he graduated from high school. "You say that now, but wait until you're at college and have to force yourself to get up to go to class. Which reminds me, and if I'm getting too personal let me know, where are you going?"

Leaning against a table, Lindsey adjusted herself before replying. "I'll be heading to Penn State in the fall. My major will eventually be in agriculture."

"Ahh. So that means when you work on my garden, I'll have nice, big tomatoes."

"You bet. I'm pretty good with my hands when it comes to making things grow." She started to walk towards him when she heard her mother calling her.

"Sounds like they need our help with the food," Brad told her.

"I guess. You ready for everything? I mean, a bunch of high school graduates partying all night?"

"Sure, why not. You only do this once, right?"

"Yep, once and done." She tilted her head and gave him a big smile, her adorable features lighting up in the glow of the setting sun.

Together they helped her parents bring over the cake, drinks and other items that would hopefully sustain the party for the evening and just as they were finishing, a car arrived with the first of many of her friends and school mates. Brad excused himself and like her parents, made himself disappear, letting Lindsey take the lead to her party.


Gift of the Graduates Ch. 01



Within an hour there were almost twenty young adults in the yard talking, laughing, playing games, eating, all the while their music playing in the background.

As he worked on his book, he would occasionally hear someone come inside to use the bathroom, followed a short time later by whomever going back outside, the muted tones of the music seeping into the house as the back door opened and closed. In addition, every so often he would get up to check on how things were going, making sure things weren't getting out of hand but otherwise trusting the group to honor his rules.

The last time up he looked for and found Lindsey sitting with some of her friends on a blanket, laughing as they talked, and just as he was going to turn away she saw him standing at the door and caught his attention. She raised her cup to signal her approval and he gave her a small wave back in acknowledgment.

Going back to the kitchen, he did some stretches to get the kinks out of his body from sitting so long as he wrote and after getting a drink, turned around to hear several voices talking as they came into the house.

"Mr. Sanderson?" he heard Lindsey's voice call out.

"In here," he called back, waiting to see what she wanted. Lindsey appeared first followed closely by another girl, a short-haired blonde then a very short, but adorably cute, brunette with long brown hair. For a few moments he couldn't stop looking at the petite and short girl, their eyes locking in unison until he mentally broke his attention.

"What's up?" he asked, taking a quick look at the blonde standing next to Lindsey.

"This is Nikki," she said, pointing to the blonde. Nikki reached out to shake Brad's hand which he took, his eyes noticing her silken hair which shimmered in the fluorescent glow of the kitchen lights. "And this is Casey," Lindsey continued, pointing to the cute brunette.

"I'm the runt of the bunch," she volunteered which set the three of them into a giggling fit.

"Runt, huh? You know that the smaller the fruit, the more juicy and tasty it is," Brad volunteered. More giggling from the group.

"I've been told I can be tasty," Casey blurted out which caused the others to laugh heartily.

"I'll take your word for it," Brad finally said after he stopped laughing, his eyes having a difficult time breaking free from staring at Casey.

"They're the ones who suggested I talk to you to see if we could use your pool," Lindsey told him.

"I see," Brad replied. "So they came up with the idea but left you to do the dirty work."

"Yeah," the two friends replied together, giggling as they did.

"I, I mean, us," Lindsey stammered, "just wanted to say thank you for letting us have the party here. You are so nice to let us use your pool and help out with everything."

"Yeah," the other two agreed.

"Not a problem. As I said, I remember what my graduation party was like and this is part of what it means to be an adult. You're officially on your own as far as the law is concerned."

The three looked at him after his pronouncement, understanding his words.

"So what was your graduation party like?" Nikki asked out of the blue.

For the briefest of moments Brad was caught off guard at the question, realizing what he and Lindsey had talked about had been related to these two young women before him. "As I told Lindsey, you don't know me well enough and would get the wrong idea about me."

"Oh come on," Lindsey pleaded, "it can't be that bad!"

"Yeah, come on," Casey chimed in, "tell us!"

His resistance broken down by the three cute young women before him, he had them sit at the table as he told them his tale.

"It all started in the dark ages, before there were cars, back when we rode donkeys to school. Up hills, both ways."

The three girls laughed as Brad toyed with them, making himself seem like an old, decrepit man.

"Come on! You're not that old," Lindsey told him.

"Ok, not that old," Brad acknowledged. "So, the party was similar to yours only no pool. We met in a friends back yard and had a good time. The end."

"Thhhpppt!" Casey said, pointing her thumb down. "Boring! Come on, what really happened? Let's hear the dirt."

Brad thought about how to proceed, telling them, "Don't say I didn't warn you." The three giggled as they realized they were finally going to hear how his graduation party had gone.

"As I said, the party was like yours only no pool. There were about thirty of us roaming the yard. As the night wore on, some folks brought in alcohol and spiked the drinks which of course led to a loosening of the tongues and bodies."

The three girls leaned on the table, their eyes fixated on him as he spun his tale of his graduation party. Unconsciously, Lindsey shifted in her seat, her legs squeezing together as she listened.

"There was one girl, Toni, I always had the hots for. Cute, sort of like you," he said, pointing to Nikki who giggled, "but her hair was darker and longer. Anyway, I was seeing someone so obviously I couldn't say or do anything. At the party I saw Toni and my eyes nearly fell out of my head. She had on this purple dress which just ..." Brad paused, his mind wandering back to that night.

"Which what?" Casey asked, jolting him to continue.

"Let's just say that it was hot. I mean smoking hot. You girls are all dress conservatively compared to what she was wearing. You've heard the term, "painted on"? Yeah, the dress was like that. No guy, and I mean no guy, could stop looking at her. Eyes were falling out of heads, tongues scraped the ground, jaws fell open. Anyone who was there will never forget that night."

The three girls giggled as they heard this older man reminisce about when he was their age and like the guys of their age, had the hots for one of them.

"Anyway, my girlfriend wasn't appreciative of the fact that I couldn't stop looking at Toni and eventually slapped me."

As one the girls broke out in laughter, Brad joining in as he remembered the event.

"I of course apologized but the damage was done. We broke up that night."

"Awww," Nikki cried, giving him some sympathy.

"But wait, there's more!" Brad exclaimed. "Since I was no longer attached, I was a free man and obviously I had one thing on my mind."

"Yeah you did," Casey joked, nodding her head as she thought ahead to the story.

"I took a few gulps of the spiked drinks and waited for the right time. It took most of the night but finally, as some of the people left and others hooked up, Toni was briefly alone. Without hesitation, and before anyone could get in, I walked up to her and kissed her."

"Oh my god!" Lindsey exclaimed, her mouth open in shock and amusement, the other girls equally surprised at his bold move.

"So what happened?" Nikki asked.

"That's the funny part. She kissed me back."

More laughter. The trio couldn't believe the man before them was so different than he appeared.

"So there we were, kissing, when Toni suddenly stops kissing me. I'm thinking I'm done. I overplayed my hand. Instead, she smiles, takes my hand, pulls me behind her and we go inside the shed."

"Woo hoo! Take her Mr. Sanderson!" shouted Casey, getting into the story. Brad laughed at her enthusiasm then continued.

"Inside, it's almost pitch black. There were these small windows along the top of the shed which let in some light from the house, but otherwise, I could barely see. At first. She kisses me again, hard, her tongue is slopping around in my mouth, all the while I'm getting excited."

Another burst of laughter from the women. Each had no doubt experienced the same thing. Lindsey crossed her legs and leaned in, resting her chin in her hand, a small tingle creeping into her mind, the temperature of her body rising a degree or two as she listened.

"She stops kissing me and I hear her moving but my eyes can't quite make out what she's doing. Then I hear her voice calling me towards her and so I take small steps towards her voice. It's then that my eyes finally adjusted to the low light and I can just make out Toni sitting on what I later found out were a set of tires, the top of her dress pulled down."

Gasps, shock of disbelief, whatever, the girls were caught up in the story and held on to his every word.

"As I get closer, she reaches out with her hands and starts fumbling with my pants. Eventually, with a little help from me, my pants come undone and she pulls them down around my ankles and seconds later I feel the most incredible warm, wet sensation on my, uh, you know."

"Yeah, we know," Casey chirped, her head again bobbing in understanding. Her smile was captivating and Brad caught himself staring into her entrancingly bright eyes.

"So there she is, giving me the thrill of my life. I hear the slurps and what not as she's working me over and reach down to grasp one of her breasts. God it felt good. I had never, up til then, felt something so wonderfully soft. I kneaded it, pulled it, twisted it between my fingers, and I hear her moan which of course makes me even hornier so I start thrusting my hips and ..."

Brad caught himself, realizing who he was talking to and stopped short.

"Ah, let's just say that she and I spent the rest of the evening enjoying each others company," he finished.

"Awwww, you left out the good parts," Nikki whined.

"Yeah, let's hear how you bent her over the tires and had your way with her," Casey continued.

"Girls," Brad told them, "let's not get carried away. You know how things went, so let's leave it at that. A little civility, ok?"

Dejectedly, Nikki and Casey sat back in their chairs, unsatisfied with the abrupt, unfinished ending. Lindsey though, sat wide-eyed, her mind still imagining what else had happened that night. She felt a warmth spreading from between her legs and a small, devilish smile began to form on her lips before she turned her head away.

"So whatever happened to your ex-girlfriend?" Nikki asked, sitting forward to hear this tale.

"We never talked again but I saw years later she was involved in a car accident and died. Drunk driver hit her."

The fun and laughter immediately drained from their faces as they heard the horrible ending. None said a word, their heads looking down, trying not to think about what happened.

"And that's why," Brad said, looking directly at Lindsey, "I said no drinking. Not just because you're all under age, but because of what can happen, especially with people who don't know their limits. As the saying goes, it's all fun and games until someone gets hurt."

He looked at each of the girls in turn and without saying anything, they nodded in understanding.

"So is that why you're not married?" Nikki asked.

"Gees Nikki," Lindsey called out, "get a little personal why don't you."

"Sorry," Nikki apologized.

"No, it's okay," Brad told them. "It's just one of those things. Except for when I was growing up and now living here, I've been moving about. I used to spend about a year or so in one location for a job before I would move on so I've never had the chance to find anyone."

"So you must have had a lot of one night stands, huh?" Casey asked.

"Oh my god!" Lindsey and Nikki shouted out. Both girls were somewhat embarrassed at the forward nature of the question, though they knew Casey was like that.

Brad laughed, using the time to think of how to respond. "I wouldn't say I've had a lot of one night stands, though not all were one night," he winked at Casey, "but yes, I've had a few here and there."

"Were they hot?" Casey continued, seeming to get pleasure from asking these penetrating questions.

"Casey!" Lindsey called out, now fully embarrassed at the line of questioning thrust upon her neighbor.

"Not as cute as you," Brad replied, looking straight at Casey. "How's that?"

The group laughed at the suggestive response, Casey raising her hands above her head in seeming triumph and wooting with joy. 

Lindsey looked at her neighbor in a different light. He was cool. A bit of an adult at times, but he could make them laugh with his witty comments.

"So why not now?" Lindsey asked, ignoring her previous protestation at such a question.

"Now," Brad began, "now it's different. I'm a famous writer, though you've never heard of me," he joked, looking at Lindsey who smiled at their inside joke, "and though I have a bit of time on my hands, most of the women I meet are either already married, much too old for me or just after me because of my notoriety. It's not easy being famous."

"Would be nice," Nikki countered.

"It's not all fun and games," Brad replied. "Believe it or not, I spend a good part of my time sitting on my fat ass trying to write my next book or doing book signing engagements. Between those two necessities, I haven't found the time for my one and only."

That phrase, my one and only, was like sugar to the three and their faces lit up at his words. Each stared at him, their thoughts lost in his tales of trials and tribulations.

"This is supposed to be a fun night," Brad said, abruptly standing up from his chair, "so why don't you three go out there and whoop it up. Have some fun. Do a little dance, make a little love, get down tonight." Brad did something approximating a dance move though it looked more like a comedy routine and the three girls laughed as he continued his gyrations. Casey got up and joined in, bumping him with her hip and dancing around with him.

When he finally stopped, everyone was laughing and giggling and enjoying their time together. The trio thanked him again for the use of his pool and each also gave him a hug, somewhat embarrassing him at all the attention, especially from Casey whose head barely came up to his chest, though this didn't stop him from giving her a slightly longer, and stronger, hug.

Lindsey was the last one and waited a few seconds as her friends went back outside, just the two of them alone in the kitchen. She didn't say anything and Brad wasn't sure what she was waiting for.

"You okay?" he asked. "You're a bit vacant."

Lindsey paused a moment before answering. "I know I've said it, and they just said it, but I want to thank you again for everything. You didn't have to do what you did and I know I said it, but thank you."

"That's twice you've said thank you in the last ten seconds," Brad joked with her.

Lindsey looked down and played with her fingers, her attention focused on something else completely. Without a word she looked up and wrapped herself around Brad, her arms squeezing him tight.

"Thank you," she whispered in his ear, her warm breath raising the hair on his neck.

"Go have fun with your friends," he told her, dropping his hands and staring into her dark, expressive eyes.

Lindsey said thanks again and walked away, Brad hearing the soft click of the back door as she left.

The night wore on and like his graduation party, most of the couples drifted away and as the one o'clock hour approached, there were just a handful of people left. Lindsey went inside and called out for Brad who, having fallen asleep in his seat, woke from his groggy state and came to meet her.

"What's up?" he asked, shaking the cobwebs from his head.

"It looks like the party's winding down, there are only a few people left. I was wondering where I can put the bags of trash."

"Don't worry about it. Come back tomorrow and clean up. Just be sure to put away whatever food is left over so it doesn't spoil or get eaten by raccoons."

"I can't do that," Lindsey told him, "my parents and I agreed I would clean up whatever mess was made as part of the deal, no matter what time of the night it was."

Looking at her standing before him, Brad sighed and walked past her. Outside he saw Nikki and Casey were still there, sitting on chairs with drinks in their hands, watching as the two came out of the house.

"Helpers?" Brad asked.

"Yup," was the short reply.

"Well then, I guess we'd better start cleaning. Why don't you two," he said, pointing to Lindsey and Nikki, "take care of the left over food and drink while you," pointing to Casey, "help me with the trash."

Casey leaped from her chair, her short, compact body seemingly electrified at the notion of working with him. Brad's eyes were distracted by the bouncy nature of her breasts under her white tank top, the outline of her bra indicating how big she really was. As if that wasn't enough, her legs, though short, were well shaped and seemed to spring forth beneath her black skirt.

The two groups split up and set about their tasks, the remaining few graduates either helping out or driving away. As with Lindsey, Brad would occasionally look over at Casey, his attention still drawn to her cute face and noticeable curves. Casey caught him looking a few times and smiled at him in that knowing way, once even bouncing lightly on the balls of her feet as she bent over so her breasts jiggled as he watched. Brad smiled and shook his head, turning his attention back to collecting cups, plates and whatever else was lying around.

In just over an hour things were as good as they were going to get at that time of night and the four went back to his kitchen. Flopping down in their chairs, the girls talked quietly as Brad put away some items before joining them.

"So, everything work out?" he asked, tiredness etched in his face from the toll of the long day.

The three nodded, each smiling and giggling, talking about different things which had happened.

"Good, that's what we want to hear. Is everyone okay to drive home? Not too tired?"

"No, we're good," Nikki said first.

"I could sleep over!" Casey volunteered, giggling and grinning as Lindsey rolled her eyes.

"Oh you could, could you?" Brad replied, raising his eyes at her response. "And let me guess, you're so excited you wouldn't sleep much, would you?"

"Nope. I could do other things though."

"Casey!" Lindsey and Nikki shouted in concert.

"I'm sure you could," Brad calmly answered, the words slowly slipping from his mouth as he took a long look at the young brunette beside him.

"We better go," Lindsey said quickly. As before, Brad got thanks and hugs from each, Casey squeezing him as tight as she could and smiling as she looked up into his eyes. He smiled back and absentmindedly flipped an end of her long hair over her shoulder, his mind momentarily wandering as he did. Snapping from his sleep-deprived state, he patted her shoulder and watched as she winked at him before turning and leaving.

Then he was left with Lindsey who had once again hung back. She grinned at him when he looked at her casually leaning on the counter. Brad looked up and down her body, her legs outlined beneath the thin material of the dress.

"So, just the two of us. Again," he joked, Lindsey softly chuckling in response.

"Yup." She tilted her head as she looked at him, her grin still plastered to her face.

"What's so funny?" Brad asked.

"Nothing. Just thinking."

"About?"

Without another word Lindsey sauntered to him and wrapped her arms about him, leaning her body on to his.

"Just how great you've been," she told him in a tired voice, laying her cheek on his shoulder.

"Just being a good neighbor," he told her, his own arms casually laying in the small of her back.

"I want to thank you," she quietly told him, her head still resting on him.

"You already have. Besides, you earned this party. You're the one who did the work and kept everything under control. You should be proud of what you did."

"Actually," Lindsey corrected herself, "we want to thank you."

"We?"

"We. As in me, Nikki and Casey."

Brad was confused. He was just being a good neighbor, everything had gone off without a hitch and he had been profusely thanked already.

"What do you mean?"

She lifted her head and smiled at him, their eyes meeting at the early hour of the morning. Shifting her weight, she pressed her hips into him and finding the small bump in his pants, rubbed against it.




Gift of the Graduates Ch. 01



Brad was tired from the long night and didn't immediately recognize what she was doing. He grew aroused at her touch, his hands holding on to her trim waist, the soft material of the dress sliding beneath his fingers. With more pressure Lindsey pressed into him, feeling the bulge in his pants grow the longer she touched him. She slid a hand up to trace across his face, then stretched up so she could kiss his neck.

"We agreed that we would each sleep with you as our way of saying thanks for letting us have our party here."

The sudden realization of what was being said jolted him out of his hazy state.

"What? No. That's not right!" Brad was getting his wits about him and understood the intent of her words. Releasing his hands from her, he grabbed on to the edge of the counter as Lindsey held on to him.

"Are you crazy? Do you know what your parents, or anyone else would say if I slept with you, let alone all three of you?"

"Don't think of it as sleeping with us," she quietly told him, "think of it as accepting a gift from three grateful women." 

Her hand slid across his chest and around his neck, her fingers dancing across his skin as she toyed with him.

"What about your boyfriends?" Brad asked, his mind desperately seeking a way out as his body slowly succumbed to her.

"We don't have any. We're on our own as to who we sleep with."

Brad was overwhelmed. His tiredness had been summarily yanked from him only to be replaced by the seductive sound and touch of a young woman who was offering herself, and her friends, to him. His mind which moments before had been shrouded in lethargy was now alert, his heart beating faster as Lindsey's hand rested on his chest, as her body warmed his. Though he knew it was wrong, his mind conjured up images of Lindsey and how she would feel as his hands caressed her body, how she would move beneath him, how she would sound as he took her.

He didn't want to do this, but he had no choice. With her body pressed against him, his imagination was let loose to roam the depths of carnal delights. His arousal grew the longer he thought, his body taking the lead in his attempts to process her offering. He looked at her, her eyes still locked on him as she awaited his answer. With the barest of movements, he lowered his head and kissed her.

This wasn't a deep, passionate kiss. Rather, it was a hesitant kiss which tested the waters of his growing desire, to find out if he would allow himself to accept the willingness of these young women to give themselves to him.

"If, and I'm only saying if," he told her, "I decide to go along, you have to swear absolute and unconditional silence. Forever."

"Don't worry, we don't talk," Lindsey assured him. "We'll keep it between ourselves. That one special graduation gift we'll always remember. Like you did." Her eyes looked into his, twinkling with mischief as they appealed to him to accept their offer. Her fingers lightly tapped his chest, their eyes locked as he fought an unwinnable battle against an overwhelming foe. She again kissed his neck, her lips briefly clinging to his skin as she continued, her hand sliding from his chest to find the waist of his pants.

"Lindsey," Brad called out, his body caught between the foggy need for sleep and the growing excitation caused by the young woman in his arms.

Finding the bottom of his shirt, she lifted it and slid her hand inside his pants, feeling the tip of his erect dick with her fingers. Pushing her hand down further, she slid over his length, his skin damp in her palm as she rubbed against him. She couldn't wrap her fingers around his swelling girth in the confined space and drug her hand back up his length, pulled her hand free and tried to undo the button of his pants.

"Lindsey, stop," Brad told her, though he made no motion to stop her. His eyes were closed as he allowed her to touch him, his body lost in her determined efforts.

"Call me Toni," she whispered, pulling her other hand down to assist in undoing his pants. With a jerk the button popped free and she pulled down the zipper, the small vibrations as she did penetrating to Brad's erect cock. He exhaled as the constriction of the pants was released, her hand grabbing hold of his underwear and pulling it down enough so his dick and balls spilled out over the top.

Lindsey looked down and marveled at his cock, wrapping her fingers about him and slowly sliding over his turgid length.

"Lindsey," Brad gasped, his mind and body overcome by her actions, his one hand now supporting him against the counter while the other slid to her waist.

She ignored his pleas and stroked his cock, her hand firmly wrapped around his shaft as her body shifted to the side but still nestled against him.

"Call me Toni," she told him again, watching her hand as she pumped him, seeing the color of his cockhead change to a deep purple as the blood rushed in. Over and over she stroked him, watching and feeling him grow to his full, hard length. Her mouth parted as she breathed more heavily, her heart pounding in her chest as her hand slid up and down his cock jutting out from his body. For a moment she released her grip and danced her fingers over his length, seeing his dick bounce from her touch before she again grabbed hold of his shaft and pumped him with long, slow strokes.

Brad couldn't help himself and looked down to see her hand wrapped about him, moving back and forth in that deliberate manner. He glanced at her and saw the fascination on her face as she pleasured him, her eyes locked on the dick in her hands. He saw a flush of pink on her chest, the obvious, outward sign of arousal, and gripped her waist just a bit harder.

As if understanding him, Lindsey slid to her knees in front of him, yanked down his boxer shorts and pushed them and his pants down around his ankles. Grabbing hold of his cock, and with a quick lick of her lips, she leaned in and took him inside her mouth.

"Huuuuhhh!!" Brad gasped, his body melting as her warm, wet mouth sucked on him. She held his cock in her hand, pointing it straight into her mouth, her other hand braced against his hip. She bobbed her head back and forth, tasting the saltiness of his skin, smelling the deep musky smell before her. Her lips slid over his length, the slight sounds of her sucking heard in the quiet of the kitchen.

Brad gripped the counter edge tight, lost in the sexual act being done to him. He grimaced and breathed deeply as Lindsey sucked on him, her velvety mouth taking him back to that night in the shed. She took her time, her hand lightly holding him in place as her tongue flicked across his cock head.

"Uhhhhh!" he grunted, his legs tensing as he held himself in place. Her mouth touched him in ways he hadn't felt for a long time, the exquisite pleasure overriding everything else. With almost delicate touches she kissed his length, the soft fingers of her hand caressing him as she did.

Again she took him inside her mouth, her lips sealing more tightly this time than before. She slid his shaft deep into her mouth, his engorged head just touching the back of her throat where she held it for a few seconds before dragging it out and releasing him with a satisfactory pop.

Brad groaned, his knuckles white as he held himself in place, his legs quivering. His heart raced as she sucked on him, his breaths coming in short pants as he tried to prevent himself from cumming. He felt those soft lips kiss his head then slide across it, her tongue reaching out to swipe underneath it several times before she pushed him inside. With just his head between her lips, she sucked on him, hearing him gasp as his body twisted against her.

As her lips swallowed him, he let himself be taken away to that night in the shed. He and Toni fucking, her bent over the tires as his hips slammed into her upturned ass, the grunts and squeals of her voice calling out as he rammed himself into her.

Brad panted as her soft mouth sucked on him in a slow and deliberate manner. She wasn't frantic with her actions, instead taking her time to draw him out, to build up to his release, to enjoy his thickness in her mouth. When he couldn't hold out any longer he grabbed the back of her head with a hand, his fingers curling in her dark tresses while his hips pushed out to drive him into her mouth.

Lindsey squealed as he held her head, her hands gripping his hips to hold herself in position. She wasn't prepared for how forceful he was, his hand clenched tight to her hair, his hips thrusting faster and faster as he fucked her face, but she let him do what he wanted.

A sudden jerk of his hips shoved his length down her throat, almost causing her to gag, her head thrown back far enough to catch her breath. She recovered and opened her mouth to swallow him again, her lips wrapping around his saliva-covered length which plunged into her mouth.

It wasn't long before she felt his cock tense and seconds later the first stream of cum poured into her mouth. She swallowed it and grabbing his cock with her hand, pumped him as the second stream, much larger than the first, coated her mouth. As he pulsed between her lips, she pushed against his hip with her hand, trying to control his thrusts as his hand held her head in place.

With his dick partially buried in her mouth, she stroked him over and over, her actions giving the sensation of waves flowing across his cock while at the same time sucking on him as she drank his cum as if from a straw. His short breaths grew stronger and louder as she continued sucking on him, Brad's teeth gnashed together as her touch sent sharp jolts through his body.

Brad groaned as he released himself into Lindsey's mouth, his face upturned in orgasmic relief, his mind nearly overcome with the unending euphoria coursing through him. 

Just when he thought he was going to pass out, she popped his dick from her mouth and gave him the respite he desired. He slumped against the counter, physically drained, hearing the runaway beating of his heart in his ears. Her hand was still wrapped around his slowly flagging dick, his hand falling from her head to help steady himself.

She looked up at him and watched as he caught his breath, his chest heaving beneath his shirt. She continued to slowly pump him, watching a drop of cum seeping out and leaned in again to take him in her mouth.

"Uhhh!" Brad growled, his body, already in a sensitive state, nearly overcome by this second round of sucking. Lindsey sucked more firmly this time, trying to make sure he had nothing left to give. She swirled her tongue around his flagging dick, enjoying this just as much as when he was hard, the sounds of her slobbering on his spent dick easily heard in the otherwise silent kitchen.

When she was done she licked her lips then stood to see Brad leaning at an angle against the counter. She giggled as she saw the expression on his face, his eyes rolled back in bliss as his body came down from his orgasm. Slowly opening his eyes, he looked at her, seeing that delightful smile on her face reddened from exertion light up as he did.

"Lindsey," Brad gasped, recovering from what had happened. He struggled to right himself and she reached out a hand to help him but he pushed her away, making no attempt to pick up his pants. She fell on him, wrapping her arms about him, leaning on his shoulder.

"I told you I'd pay you back," she told him.

Without thought he held her waist, now fully aware of the woman beneath the material of the dress. He felt her breathe as he held her, his mind caught up in a thousand simultaneous thoughts. He slid a hand higher, gliding across the patterned material about her waist, Lindsey snuggling against him.

"You shouldn't have done that," he told her, still catching his breath.

"I wanted to," she quietly replied, tracing a finger across his chest. "You've been so nice to me and my friends, helping out when you didn't have to ..." her voice trailed off to nothing. "Besides, I saw the way you looked at me, and I know you saw how Casey was acting, especially when you were flirting with her, and this is just my way of saying thanks."

"I wasn't flirting with Casey," he protested, though he had looked at her. And Lindsey. Ever since he had opened his door, he had looked at her. It was only his age and realization that he was old enough to be her father that had kept him from having those thoughts that every man has when he sees a young woman as attractive as Lindsey. Now, those thoughts were abandoned as he held her, his body having taken complete control and surrendering to her advances.

"Tonight?" he asked, his voice hoarse as he swallowed.

"No," she cooed, "not tonight. I'm tired, you're tired and my parents might wonder why I'm over her so long when everyone else has left. You work from home, right?"

"Yes, I work from home," he told her, the fingers of his hand digging into her back. He hung on her every word, her voice captivating, every syllable riding roughshod over his crumbled defenses.

For a brief moment his mind wrestled back control and he asked her, "What if I say no?" He knew it was a stupid question, but he had to ask. There was no longer a doubt he wouldn't accept their gift, but he had to ask.

"You don't know what you'll be missing if you say no," she teased him, the fingers of her hand tracing down his jawline. 

"I've heard through the grapevine that Nikki's a screamer and as you saw, Casey is very enthusiastic."

"And you?" Brad asked, his mind automatically asking the question which was left open.

"Me? I take my time. I don't want it to be over in thirty seconds. I like a long, slow buildup. The kind that makes your toes curl and your body shake. The kind that leaves you breathless."

"Do you always cum?" His body had once again taken over his thoughts and he wanted to know.

"Not always. Less than half the time. Usually the guy can't hold out long enough. Which sucks because he's done and I'm not. But you wouldn't let that happen, would you? You wouldn't leave me frustrated, lying there to finish myself." Her lips grazed his cheek again, her seductive voice overpowering at this close range.

"No, I wouldn't," he told her. His arm slid down her waist to the top of her ass. He felt its curve beneath her dress, wanting to caress it, to feel it beneath his fingers.

"So I guess this means you'll accept our gift?" she cheerily asked, her voice self-assured at the answer.

Brad merely nodded his head, his body too weak to say anything.

"Any particular time Monday? I don't want to wake you too early."

"After nine is fine," he croaked, swallowing to clear his throat.

Kissing him again, Lindsey stepped away. He watched as she faced away from him and lifted the back edge of her dress until her pale, pert ass was exposed. She wasn't wearing any panties and Brad stared at that delectable sight, her twin cheeks tense as she held her position. He wanted desperately to reach out and touch her, to feel that young skin in his hands. And he did. His hand slowly slid across the cool surface of her skin, goosebumps appearing as he did. He couldn't tear his eyes away as his hand rubbed her, Lindsey looking over her shoulder and smiling as she saw the expression on his face, her actions having the expected response.

Releasing her dress, she turned to face him and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, telling him, "See you Monday," before bouncing out his back door, running her fingers through her hair as she went home.

Brad slumped against the counter, his mind too tired to think, his body almost too tired to stand. With great effort he gathered himself enough to crawl into bed and fell into a deep, sound sleep.



Gift of the Graduates Ch. 02



Sunday was a restless day for Brad. He was tired from the previous day, frustrated that he couldn't concentrate on writing his book and unsure if he had done what he thought he did with Lindsey. His mind was too foggy, his body too spent to know if what had happened was real or just a vivid dream.

All doubt was removed when at nine o'clock sharp on Monday, his doorbell rang and standing on his doorstep was Lindsey. She smiled when he opened the door, her eyes sparkling as he looked at her. Unlike the other day, she wore a pair of grey athletic shorts and a white t-shirt. As she stepped inside without being asked, Brad's eyes again fell to the rounded shape of her ass which the shorts nicely showed off.

"Hi Mr. Sanderson!" she chirped, her body seemingly full of energy as she held her arms behind her and all but bounced before him. Brad noticed the small mounds of her breasts which stood out beneath the t-shirt as she looked at him.

"Uh, hi Lindsey," Brad stammered, realizing that yes, what had happened was real and yes, what he had agreed to was also real.

Before he could say anything else, Lindsey's arms snapped around and she threw herself on to him, stretching up slightly on her toes as her mouth immediately clamped on to his. Her tongue forced its way into his mouth as her body, separated from his by the thin pieces of their clothing, pressed against him.

Recovering, Brad pried her off him and held her arms, taking those few seconds to catch his breath.

"Lindsey, we can't," he told her, though there was a hint of reluctance in his voice as he did.

"Why not?" Lindsey all but whined.

"Because I'm old enough to be your father," Brad firmly told her. He looked straight into her dark eyes, seeing the look of hurt in them and somewhat upset he hadn't stop things sooner.

"So," she protested, "age is just a number. Besides, you're not my father and as you said at the graduation party, I'm now considered an adult by the law which means I can do what I want with who I want."

Brad sighed. She was right. She was an adult. A very young adult, but an adult nonetheless.

"Put yourself in my place," he countered. "How do you think your parents would feel, how would the neighbors feel, if word of this got out? How long would it take before I was run out of town despite the fact that yes, technically, we are two adults and can do what we want."

"You're over thinking this," she said, yanking her arms free from his grip. "It's not like you're taking advantage of me or tricked me into sleeping with you. Besides, I've been thinking about this ever since we agreed to pay you back." Her eyes once again had the look of mischief in them and the corners of her mouth turned up in the beginning of a knowing grin.

"All we want to do is thank you for being so nice to us," she quietly continued, moving her body to within an inch or two of his. Her voice, like the night in the kitchen, was seductive. It's calming tone burrowed deep into his mind and Brad's defenses weakened as he listened to her.

"You didn't seem to have a problem when you rubbed my ass in the kitchen," she cooed, her body all but touching his. Her breasts, covered by her t-shirt, just barely grazed his chest as she kept her arms behind her.

The memory of the other night flooded back and Brad remembered how he had run his hand over her pale ass after she had lifted her dress for him. He remembered how cool it was in his hand, how the goosebumps had formed as he touched her, how he had wanted to to do more to that ass.

"And as I said," Lindsey continued, "we, the three of us, will never speak of this to anyone. Ever. It's our little secret. Our graduation gift to you."

Brad swallowed hard. He should have stopped this, should have sent her home when she came by, but the temptation to have his way with her was too great. The conflict raged inside him as she leaned fractionally closer and her breasts pressed against him. He knew this wasn't right but his body was taking control. His heart pounded in his chest as he felt himself growing harder by the moment.

"So, are you ready?" he heard her ask, his mind so overwhelmed she had momentarily faded from his vision but now, at the sound of her voice, he saw her again. That cute brunette he had looked at while she cleaned his pool. The one whose breasts he had watched jiggle with delight as he told her she could have her party at his place. The one whose ass he had first looked at then touched. The one he had told she could come over so he could sleep with her.

Without another word he wrapped his arms about her and brought her to him, leaning his head down so he could kiss her. She responded, partially standing on her toes as they kissed, her arms holding him for support.

For a few brief moments they stood and kissed until Lindsey lowered herself and took a step back. In one smooth motion she lifted the bottom edge of her t-shirt and brought it up and over her head, revealing she had no bra on underneath. The nipples of her breasts stood out as she tossed her shirt aside, giving Brad a few moments to stare at her near naked body.

The smile on her face grew large as she watched him look at her, her eyes briefly looking down and seeing the bulge in his shorts.

"So, what do you think?" she casually asked, her arms behind her as she thrust her breasts towards him.

"Not bad," Brad replied, unsure what else he should say.

"I wish they were a bit bigger," she told him while looking down and cupping her breasts.

"They're fine," he reassured her. "There's still time. I'll bet in a few years you'll look completely different."

"So you want me to come back in a few years?" she coyly asked, dropping her hands and again putting her arms behind her back.

Brad chuckled, now relaxing as they talked though he wanted to see the rest of her.

Without being told, she used the toe of one sneaker to hold on to the heel of the other and pried her shoe off, quickly doing the same to the other. Now, all that remained on her body were those grey shorts.

Any inhibitions Brad may have had were now gone and he closed the distance between them. 

When he was in front of her she ran her hands over his shirt, looking up and smiling at him as her fingers found the bottom edge and lifted it. He raised his arms and bending at the waist, she pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside.

"Ooohhh, hairy," she chimed, her fingers running through the hair on his chest.

Brad laughed, realizing most guys of her age were just getting their chest hair.

"It's what happens when you get old," he joked, enjoying the feel of her hands as they roamed over his chest.

Lindsey giggled then took a step back. With a swift move of her hands she grabbed the waist of her shorts and pushed them down, their weight falling to the floor where she used her foot to toss them to the side.

Now she was completely naked and Brad's eyes wandered over every part of her exposed body She was trim with not much of an hourglass figure though her hips and thighs had the beginnings of curves to them. He saw the small patch of pubic hair between her legs and the question of whether she shaved or not briefly popped into his head.

As he looked at her, he watched as she looked behind her then flopped down in the nearest chair. She put one leg over the arm of the chair while the other stretched out before her, a hand finding its way to the small patch of hair and she began to rub herself.

"It takes me a while to get ready," Lindsey casually told him with a tantalizing devilish smile.

Brad watched, fascinated, as this young woman pleasured herself before him, his eyes glancing at hers which never wavered from him. He watched as the fingers of her hand moved in small circles, changing directions now and then or sliding between her folds. The longer he watched, the more aroused he grew, his dick beginning to strain at the material of his shorts to break free.

How long he watched he didn't know, but in time he saw the flush of pink form across her chest and noticed the smile on her face had been replaced with parted lips. Her eyes had a somewhat vacant look to them, her body slumped further in the chair as her pussy was presented to him. Her hand no longer moved much, her fingers now concentrating on one specific area.

"Come here," she quietly told him, her free arm reaching out, beckoning to him. Without thought Brad walked next to her, her hand reaching up to yank down his shorts far enough to expose his cock to her.

Adjusting herself, Lindsey turned her head and pulled his cock to her mouth and began to suck on him, all the while her other hand rubbing harder and harder. Unlike in the kitchen, she was more aggressive, her hand holding him in place while her mouth worked to to make him cum.

Using one hand to brace himself the back of the chair, Brad leaned over, sinking his cock deeper into her greedy mouth, and used his other hand to grasp a breast.

"Ummm" he heard Lindsey intone, her mouth stuffed with his cock and unable to say anything else. He pinched a raised nipple and she moaned again, the hand between her legs rubbing faster and faster against the now slick folds of her pussy.

Brad's hips began to move back and forth as her mouth sucked on him, her head moving in time to his movements. She held tight to the base of his cock, coming up for air now and then, her head pushed into the chair back as her hand now furiously rubbed her pussy. After a moment of respite her mouth again inhaled his cock, her hand pumping him hard as he let out a muffled gasp.

Lindsey popped his cock from her mouth and looked down at herself, her teeth gritted as the hand between her legs was now practically a blur. Brad heard the wet slopping of her fingers as she masturbated and saw her hips rising and falling on the chair. He let go of her breast and while still leaning on the chair, watched as she slipped a finger inside herself, then a second.

Her mouth open as she gasped for breath, her hips moving back and forth as she fingered her pussy. Lindsey screamed, her mouth panting as her fingers frantically rubbed one small spot. Her back arched again and again as she cried out, her other hand still gripping his cock tight. He wanted her to finish what she had started but was equally aroused watching her orgasm flow through her.

Her cries grew louder, her breaths shorter, then a near continuous groan as her orgasm came to an end. Her hand stopped moving while her body sank deep into the chair, the grip on his dick failing as her hand fell to the arm of the chair. She closed her eyes, her chest rhythmically rising and falling, her breathing becoming more controlled before the hint of a smile formed on her lips.

Her eyes opened and she looked up at him, giggling as she did, her body adjusting itself in the chair but still in a reclining position.

"Sorry," she apologized, "but as I told you, I've been thinking about this and I had to get it out of my system." She giggled again, covering her mouth with a hand as she raised her legs to the chair.

"Okayyy," Brad said, unsure what to do. His dick was still hard, his shorts were around his ankles and he had just watched his neighbor's daughter give herself an orgasm.

"Take off your shorts," she matter-of-factly told him as she got up from the chair. Waiting the few moments as he removed the last pieces of his clothing, Lindsey fell to her knees in front of him as soon as he was done and picked up where she had left off.

She kissed her way down his shaft, her lips lightly sucking on him, then took him in her mouth and slowly bobbed her head back and forth a few times.

"You like this?" Brad asked, marveling at this ball of sexual energy at his feet.

"Oh yeah, I looooove giving head," she said quickly before leaning in and dragging her mouth over the entire length of his cock and releasing it with a satisfactory pop.

"You're just the right thickness, too," she told him, looking up and smiling at him, all the while her hand still tugging on him. With two more quick slurps she sucked on him then dipped her head so she could lick his balls.

"Uhhhh!" Brad exhaled, her tongue finding spots he hadn't felt in a long time.

"Oh you like that?" she teased, her hand lifting his cock out of the way so she had better access to his sack. She used her lips to gently suck on him, his pubic hair tickling her nose as she did. Brad groaned, his head tossed back as Lindsey pulled a ball into her mouth.

Brad reached out with a hand and curled it into her dark hair, not forcing her closer but not letting her move either. Lindsey slid him from her mouth and used her tongue to its best effect as she licked his balls then the underside of his shaft. She heard him breathe deep and lifting her head, sank his cock back into her mouth.

There was a long, deep groan as her tongue swirled around his cockhead before she pushed his cock deep into her throat. Relaxing as best she could, she continued to push him inside, feeling him touch the back of her throat and a bit beyond.

Brad gasped, his hand gripping her hair even tighter as she pleasured him in a way he hadn't felt in a long while.

Pausing for a moment, Lindsey closed her throat around his cockhead before tightening her lips about his shaft and slowly pulling him from her mouth. She heard Brad panting as she did, his cock finally drawing clear of her mouth as she swallowed to clear her throat.

She looked up and saw his head was still tossed back, his mouth hanging open while his eyes were screwed shut. She giggled and squeezed his shaft, a large drop of precum bubbling forth from the tip of his dick.

"Mmmm, the good stuff," she said and licked him clean, Brad's hips jerking back as the sensation of her tongue running over him sent a jolt through his body. She pumped him some more, her fingers somewhat slippery from her own saliva.

"Want me to finish?" she asked, watching his cock move in her hand.

"Yess!" Brad hissed as he looked down to watch as his cock once again disappeared into her mouth. He was enthralled by what he saw, Lindsey occasionally looking up at him and somehow smiling at him despite his dick in her mouth. Her head began to bob back and forth while her hand pumped him, her whole body seemingly taking part and enjoying what she was doing. He heard her coo now and then, or maybe it was a contented sigh, but either way he watched as she worked her magic on his cock.

Removing his hand from her hair, Lindsey reached up and placed her free hand on his hip, holding on to him for support, and began to twist her head from side to side as his dick plunged in and out of her mouth.

From deep in his balls Brad felt the urge to cum build to greater and greater heights. Over and over her wet mouth sucked on him, her tongue occasionally dragging under his shaft, her hand firmly wrapped around him as every second she brought him closer and closer to the point of no return.

Lindsey sucked more firmly, her hand pumping him more forcefully, the sound of her breaths now heard in the room. Brad knew he was on the verge of exploding and seconds later his first load shot into her mouth. His body began to buck as his swollen head was energized by her touch, his body taking control and pumping faster, the wet sound of Lindsey's mouth echoing in the room.

Lindsey swallowed it all just before his second, larger, load coated her mouth. She swallowed again while her head and hand worked in unison to force his seed out. She sucked on him as he continued to cum, his hips bucking back and forth while he seethed as the excruciating release of his orgasm tore through him. His hand automatically grabbed her hair and though she tried her best keep to her pace, he began to fuck her face, driving his cock deep into her throat.

All but helpless and unable to resist, Lindsey let herself be used, his dick flashing in and out between her lips, swallowing as fast as she could before he shot his next load into her mouth.

Over and over he fucked her face, grunting and seething as he did, the fingers of his hand curled tight in her hair and holding her in place, his body determined to drive his cock as deep into her mouth as it could. With one strong thrust he shoved his cock into her, Lindsey caught off guard and choking as he pulled his dick from her mouth.

"Sorry!" Brad called out, realizing what he had done, and released his hands from her hair. 

Lindsey coughed a few times, clearing her throat, then swallowed before taking a deep breath.

"I'm so sorry," Brad apologized, squatting down to make sure she was okay.

"It's ok," she told him while giving him a quick smile. "It just means I was doing something right."

They laughed and Brad laid a hand on her back as she recovered.

"Stand up," she told him, still on her knees.

Doing as he was told, Brad stood and watched as Lindsey got back into position and took his now flagging cock into her mouth and used her tongue to clean him.

"Uuuhhh" Brad groaned when her lips wrapped about him. He looked down to watch as she moved her head back and forth, seeing her cheeks move in and out as she finished him. Though he was going soft, Lindsey still kept him in her mouth, seeming to take pleasure as she sucked on him.

With one final pull, she popped his dick from her mouth, licked her lips then bounced up to stand before him. She looked at him and smiled, Brad smiling back and giving her a quick kiss.

"So how was that?" Lindsey chirped, as if asking for his approval.

"That was. . .," Brad trailed off, running a hand down one of her arms, feeling the delicate skin in his hand. Without being told, Lindsey leaned in against his chest, her arms placed before her, and he held her, feeling her warm body in his arms.

"So, are we done?" Brad halfheartedly asked, not wanting to let her go just yet.

Looking up, Lindsey smiled and extended her body to give him a quick kiss.

"Nope, not yet. You still get to sleep with me, remember?"

"I do? You mean I get all this just for letting you use my pool?"

"Uh huh! Pretty good trade, wouldn't you say?"

Brad just shook his head, no longer caring how he got to this point, only wanting to enjoy it for as long as he could.

"I'll need a bit to get ready, me being an old, decrepit guy and all," he feigned.

Lindsey laughed, giving him another quick kiss, then stepped away from him.

"So where's your bedroom?" she asked.

"Bedroom? Back that way," Brad pointed.

"Good. We can have more fun that way. Come n!" Lindsey all but bounced down the hallway to the indicated location, glancing over her shoulder to see that he was following her. She jumped on to his bed and stretched herself out, watching as he entered the room and saw her lying prone on the bed.

"Make yourself at home," Brad joked as he made his way to the bed.

"I will," she countered, giggling as she said it.

Brad sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at the vivacious young woman and reached out a hand to run over her back.

"You like touching me, don't you?" Lindsey asked.

"Yes, but I like touching because it helps me write," Brad told her.

"How?" Lindsey changed her position so she was lying on her side, her head propped up in her 

hand. Brad's hand now slid down her side and to her hip, then down her leg.

"That tickles," Lindsey told him, her leg automatically jerking back at his touch.

"Touch," Brad told her as he moved closer to her and rolled her on her back, "is one of the five senses. We gather nearly as much information from touching something as we do looking at it."

His hand slid over her smooth stomach and up towards her breasts. Lindsey moved her arms to her side and relaxed as he continued talking.

"Just by touching you, I can tell all sorts of things about you. For instance, your skin is soft. Combine that with your pale color and I can tell that either you spend most of your time in doors or you live in a cold climate where you need to have clothes on."




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Lindsey closed her eyes and concentrated on where his hand touched her, enjoying both his touch and his running commentary.

"If I touch you here," Brad said, laying his fingers gently on a breast, "I can tell you are a woman. Either that or some overweight guy with man boobs."

Lindsey laughed at his comment and lifted her head. "I hope by looking at me you can tell I'm not a guy!"

Brad chuckled. "Of that, there is no doubt." Leaning over, he kissed her upturned nipple, his lips reaching out to briefly grab hold of her.

"That touch tells me you like me doing that," he continued before giving her several more light kisses about her breast.

"What about this?" Lindsey quietly asked as she laid a hand over the triangle between her legs.

"This?" Brad asked, moving himself so he could lean over and kiss her small mound of pubic hair, "this tells me you are most definitely a woman." At his voice, Lindsey spread her legs and bent them so Brad could continue.

"And this?" she asked, her young voice audible in the room as she rested the tips of her fingers at her pussy.

Without hesitation Brad leaned over and kissed her hand before moving his head so he could kiss her where he most wanted to. He kissed her inner thigh, moving lower until he kissed her outer lips, her scent filling his nose as he leaned his head over and reached out with his tongue.

"Ahhh..." Lindsey exhaled, her legs pulling back even further as Brad leaned over her. With a soft touch his tongue dove between her vaginal lips and ever so slowly drug its way up and down several times.

"Mmmmmm" he heard her coo, her body moving as he touched her. He wanted to take his time, as he said he would, and over and over his tongue slid up and down, never truly entering but teasing her, making her want him to do more, waiting to hear her say she wanted more.

She never did say anything, just the occasional soft cry, but her hand moved to his back and pressed down, her signal to him that she wanted him to go deeper. Pressing his mouth against her, he slipped his tongue inside, hearing her again inhale as he did. Slowly, deliberately, he tongued her, taking his time to suck on her soft folds, responding as she responded to him. As he did, he could feel himself growing hard, his tender touches and the sensual sounds slipping from her lips arousing his carnal urges.

"Brad," he heard her voice call to him.

"What?" he asked, his body caught up in pleasuring her.

"I want you," she told him, her hand dragging across his back.

Lifting his head, he looked at her and she raised her arms, again beckoning him to come to her. Without hesitation he changed position and knelt between her legs which were pulled back as far as they could go, her pussy fully exposed to him, its pink, glistening entrance calling to him.

Grasping his nearly erect dick, he placed it at her wet opening and with a steady push, slipped inside, again hearing her inhale and seeing her close her eyes.

It had been some time since he was with a woman as young as Lindsey and as her tightness enveloped him, he continued to press into her.

"Mmmm," she again cooed, opening her eyes and smiling at him. "You feel good."

"You're not so bad yourself," Brad exhaled as her body held him in its warm embrace. He wiggled his way deeper, his cock sliding further and further inside. When he found himself comfortably inside her he leaned over, supporting himself on his outstretched arms, and moved his hips back and forth, his dick sliding in and out as her pussy tried to hold on to him.

"You don't have to be gentle," she told him with an impish grin.

"I'm taking my time, remember?"

Lindsey bit her lip as she smiled, taking hold of his arm with one hand while the other reached out to lay itself upon his hip, pushing and pulling on him as he pleasured her.

Slowly, tenderly, watching every mood on her face, Brad made love to this blossoming young woman. He didn't hurry, wanting her to feel him like she had never felt someone before. He leaned over and laid kisses about her face, her eyes closing as she enjoyed his attention, her lips still turned up in a smile, her body warming the longer he was inside her.

Raising her legs and wrapping them about his waist, she pulled down on him, her legs closing tighter as he slid on top of her. Brad reached back with his arms and held her legs, now moving his entire body against her, her arms holding him about the neck as she lifted her head and kissed him.

The position, while enjoyable, was uncomfortable and Brad soon repositioned himself so he was grabbing her behind the knees. Sitting more upright, he pushed her legs back, looking down and watching as his dick disappeared inside her. He pushed his hips hard against her, Lindsey exhaling as his dick drove deep inside, her eyes closed as she concentrated on what she was feeling.

"You okay?" he asked, seeing the expression on her face.

Lindsey nodded, telling him, "This feels sooo good." Her lips remained parted, her arms at her side as she let herself be taken away by this older man. Brad slowly drug himself out of her, almost exiting her then pausing a moment before pushing himself back inside. He loved how her body felt as it enveloped him, her slippery warmth encouraging him to stay inside.

"Mmmm, like that," Lindsey urged him, her hands lightly grasping the sheet as her aroused body was taken to new heights. 

Twice more Brad pushed his hips forward, Lindsey mewing her pleasure, before he had an idea. Dragging her body while he was still embedded in her, he positioned her so her ass was almost at the edge of the bed. Standing on the floor, he could now use leverage to his advantage. Grabbing her behind the knees again, he leaned over, partially bending her body, and drove himself into her.

"Uhh... like that!" she told him, her hands holding his shoulders for support. Now he was fucking her, her body springing back on the bed to add to their delight. Harder and harder he went, Lindsey continuing to urge him to fuck her. Soon he had developed a rhythm where, with a small amount of effort, he used the recoil of the bed to drive himself into her pussy. Like clockwork, she bounced up and he impaled her before she would fall away to then spring back up.

"Oh yeah!" Lindsey called out, forcing her body up and down in time to his motions. She bit her lip as his cock drove into her, the friction of their bodies unlike anything she had felt before, her eyes closed as she felt new and wondrous sensations coursing through her body.

Brad breathed heavily from the exertion but he was loving every minute of it. His hips slammed into hers, their bodies momentarily crashing together before separating then crashing together again.

This continued for some time, their bodies in near perfect equilibrium, when Brad decided he really wanted to fuck her. Pulling her body so she was at the edge of the bed, he stood up and hooked his wrists behind her knees while grabbing hold with his hands. He slammed his cock into her, his hips sharply pulling back then thrusting forward to drive himself into her.

Lindsey didn't say anything, only small gasps of breath and a few whimpers being heard, her head turned to the side, a contented smile forming on her face. Her small breasts danced up and down as she was fucked, her hands holding on to the edge of the bed, keeping herself in place.

When he could take it no more, Brad leaned over and pressed his hands behind her legs, forcing them back against her body. With gritted teeth he fucked her, watching as his cock flew in and out of her slick, pink pussy.

Lindsey cried out, her desire to be fucked like never before something completely unexpected. Pinned to the bed, her body barely bouncing as Brad pressed himself on to her, Lindsey felt her pussy grow warmer by the moment.

"So you've been thinking about this?" Brad asked in between breaths.

"Yes!" Lindsey called back, her eyes wide open and staring at him as she felt herself getting close.

"You like this?" he asked, continuing to fuck this young woman who seemingly had boundless sexual energy.

"Yes!" she nearly screamed back.

Drawing deep inside, Brad fucked her faster, his dick nearly a blur as it pistoned in and out of her pussy, his body straining to keep up as he neared his release. The pop, pop, pop of their bodies slapping together grew more urgent by the second, Lindsey's hands desperately trying to keep her from moving away from him.

Lindsey cried out once more, her face contorted in seeming pain as her orgasm built and built until it shot through her. She moaned out loud, her body sliding back and forth on the bed as her legs were held tight, her hands having lost their grip and now lying useless by her side. She could neither move nor wanted to move, wanting only to be fucked.

As her body clamped down on him, Brad emptied himself into her, his body desperately thrusting itself into her, the desire to fuck her the only thing he wanted to do. His hips slammed into hers, their sounds echoing in the room as he continued to take her. His hands held on to her legs in a near death grip, his voice moaning and gasping for air as the blood rushed into his face. He breathed heavily, almost out of breath, when finally he slowed then came to a stop.

He held his position, his cock buried inside her now coated pussy, her legs still pressed against her as he heaved deep breaths. Looking down, he saw Lindsey was breathing just as heavily, her chest flushed red, her eyes closed, mouth open but still a with small smile on her face.

Wearily, he let her legs down until they rested on the floor then gently removed himself from inside her, his flagging dick easily slipping free.

"Ohhh," Lindsey whined when he left her, lifting her head and looking at him. "I liked the way you feel inside me," she told him.

"Sure, now you tell me," Brad joked as he stood over her. "Give me a sec." Disappearing into the bathroom off the side of his bedroom, Brad quickly cleaned up then crawled into bed next to her. Lindsey had slid fully on to the bed but now rolled over and curled into a ball next to him. Cradling her in his arms, he held her as she relaxed at his touch.

For some time they lay together until Lindsey uncurled and excused herself. Brad waited while she did her thing and smiled at her when she came back and slid next to him.

"You okay?" he asked, again wrapping his arms about her.

"Uh huh," she nodded, giving him a quick kiss. She didn't say anything else and closed her eyes, as did he.

A short while later she awoke and disengaged from Brad's arms, waking him in the process.

"What?" he asked, his first thought that someone was at the door.

"Nothing, just getting up," she said, standing at the edge of the bed. "Here, have a look."

In one smooth motion, Lindsey turned around and stuck out her ass, giving Brad his first good look at those curves.

"Mmm, not bad," he told her, sliding to the edge of the bed so his feet were on the floor. 

He sat directly behind her and using both hands, ran them over each ass cheek, again feeling how cool they were. Reaching his hands to her hips, he pulled her until she took a step or two back then leaned in and kissed her on the ass.

Lindsey turned her head and watched as he kissed the other side, wiggling her butt for extra effect.

Brad playfully smacked her ass as she did, Lindsey jumping slightly and giggling some more.

"Nice ass," he told her, grinning as she continued to wiggle it.

"Wait til you see Nikki's. If you think mine is nice, you'll go crazy over hers."

"Why?'

"She plays tennis. Every guy is constantly looking at her ass as she walks by and she knows it, which is why she wears skirts or tight shorts."

Brad vaguely remembered Nikki from the other night, only remembering she was a short-haired blonde.

"Which reminds me, when are the other two coming over?"

"Nikki is coming over Wednesday, if that's good for you," Lindsey told him as she sat next to him on the bed, "and Casey is coming over later on Friday. She told her parents she's staying with me for an after graduation get together so you can have her for the whole night."

"So you're giving me a day's rest in between the three of you so this old man can recover, right?"

"Yeah," Lindsey laughed.

"How come I get Casey for so long?"

"Are you complaining?"

"No, just curious why she gets special treatment."

Lindsey chuckled before explaining. "It was Casey who came up with the idea of sleeping with you. Originally she had joked about it as payback for using your pool, in case you said no, but when she saw you looking at her, she thought you were hot and wanted to sleep with you. Even more so after you told us your story about your graduation party. That's why Nikki and I shouted at her when she said she could stay over and do other things that night. She almost gave away our surprise."

Brad had never considered himself to be "hot". He was about as average as you could get, though he didn't have a beer belly and he still had a full head of hair, but did at least make a half-hearted effort to try and stay in shape through swimming and occasionally riding his bike. To hear someone half his age consider him hot was a surreal surprise.

However, now everything made sense. He had looked at Casey more intently than the other two. That was why she was so happy when he asked her to help him clean up the garbage, or when she jiggled her breasts for him. Then there was that wink before she left that night. For being a mystery writer, he had missed all the clues.

"I see," Brad said, his train of thought catching up with reality. "So what time on Friday and is there anything I should know about these two?"

"Casey should be here around four. She has some things to take care of in the morning." 

Lindsey adjusted herself by facing him on the bed, one leg on the floor with the other crossed in front of her. "What do you mean is there anything you should know?"

"Just things in general. Anything I should or should not do?"

Lindsey didn't respond immediately then, as before, an almost evil smirk came across her face.

"I can't say much about Nikki other than what I already told you, but Casey is open to just about anything."

"Anything?" Brad was intrigued.

"Anything. I don't want to spoil it for you, but Casey might just kill you."

Brad laughed at her comment. "At least I'll go out happy!"

Lindsey laughed in return, giving him a playful slap on the arm. When they had calmed down they looked at each other and as if they had been lovers for a while, they kissed. A long, deep, slow kiss which ended with their foreheads touching one another.

"I want you," Lindsey told him, not looking up to see his reaction.

"I see. And if I say no?"

"You don't know what you'll be missing."

The two shared another laugh before Brad began to push her down on to the bed.

"No, not like that. I want to taste you."

"Again? I'm not ready yet."

"That's okay," she told him, her soft voice again having its way with him. "I like the way you feel in my mouth. The taste of your skin, your weight in my mouth, how you feel when it gets hard between my lips." She paused and looked up from under her eyes into his.

"The way it slides back and forth as I suck on it."

"Gees! Are you insatiable?" Brad asked, aroused at the way she described her desire to suck on a cock.

"I told you I love to suck." Her smile was erotically seductive and after a quick kiss, pushed on his chest until he lay down on the bed. Before he could get comfortable, Lindsey had leaned over and wrapped her lips about his flaccid dick.

"Can I have a second?" he joked, still sliding his body into position on the bed, propping his head on a pillow.

"I'm just getting a jump on things," she replied. With that, she returned to sucking on his dick which, in those brief moments she had him in her mouth, had begun to swell.

Laying herself partially across his body, Lindsey's right hand pumped him while she sucked, Brad's dick slowly but surely growing in size. As it did, Lindsey would stop and hold him in place while she drug her tongue up and down his entire length. The first time she did this Brad didn't say much. The second time she did this she slid her tongue up and over the tip of his cock and Brad groaned his pleasure.

Her mouth, her wondrous mouth, was doing things to him he had only dreamed about. He lay as still as he could on the bed,letting her do what she wanted to him, listening for the occasional slurp as she sucked on him, feeling her hand holding his cock in place as her soft lips slid up and down his shaft.

Though he couldn't see what she was doing, his mind imagined how it must look, based on what he had seen earlier in the day. He imagined her pink lips spreading as his cock slid into her mouth, the sight of her head bobbing back and forth, the sensation of her tongue swirling around his swollen head.

It was then he felt a sharp yet delightful sensation on his shaft and lifting his head, could only make out the back of Lindsey's head.

"What are you doing?" he asked, more curious than anything else.

"Just nibbling on you with my teeth," he heard her reply. "You like that?"

"Yeah, feels good. Just not too much. I wouldn't want to be missing any body parts," he joked.

"You mean," she said, sitting up on her knees and leaning over his erect cock held skyward by her hand, "you wouldn't like it if I did this?" Brad watched as she leaned over and tilted her head to the side so she was looking at him and using only her teeth, gently gnawed first on his shaft then moved higher and delicately drug the edge of her teeth across his cockhead which swelled as she squeezed his shaft.

"Uhhhh!" was the only response she got as his body went on high alert when her teeth slid over the tip of his cock. Reaching out with her lips, she sucked on the side of his purple head before again using her teeth to delicately bite down on him.

Brad panted, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through him as she pleasured him. He saw the fire in her eyes as she continued to daringly bite on him, enjoying what she was doing, before once again sliding her lips over and around his sensitive head, almost as if she were sucking on a lollipop.

"Oh my god Lindsey!" he shouted, "where did you learn that?" He couldn't believe that someone as young as her could give him so much pleasure.

In a somewhat girly, nonchalant voice, she told him, "I like reading about it, remember?"

No, he couldn't remember, not at this moment. His mind was completely focused on her lips, mouth and teeth seemingly all working at the same time to drive him to an explosive release. He felt her relax her grip on his shaft and looking up, caught her looking at the tip of his cock as she squeezed him and was rewarded by a small drop of precum bubbling up.

As before, she licked the top of his cock with her tongue, it's somewhat rough texture dragging across his tip shooting electricity through him. He jerked his hips upward, her mouth quickly closing about it long enough to suck on him before he fell back to the bed.

"You like that?" was the rhetorical question, her coy voice tormenting him with its overwhelming control.

"Please don't stop!" he told her, his chest heaving as he strained to control himself. He swallowed hard, trying to catch his breath, his heart thudding in his chest as he forced himself to not grab her and fuck her with abandon to relieve the pent up sexual energy he now had.

"How about if I slow down so when you cum, it will be a big one?" she asked, sitting on her knees beside him, her hand slowly pumping up and down as she talked to him.

"What!?" he asked incredulously, his head lifting from the pillow to look at her.




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"You know," she replied, her voice once again soft, "so when you shoot your load down my throat, you'll have a lot of cum for me to swallow."

Brad couldn't believe what he was hearing. This young woman, whose sexual appetite far exceeded his, wanted to control when he came and at the same time, how much he came. His mind was frazzled, his body wanting only to again feel those luscious lips wrap themselves around his erect cock and drain him.

"Okay," he got out from his parched throat, his heart still beating hard against his chest. He mentally willed himself to calm down, doing his best to ignore her hand still wrapped about his shaft and slowly pumping him.

Without another word, Lindsey sat next to him on her knees, watching his face contort every so often as her hand rhythmically slid up and down his cock. Now and then she would stop, giving him a few brief moments of pause before starting again. Even more briefly, she would lean over and slide her mouth up and down his cock a few times before sitting up and resuming watching him.

He could only look at her and smiled, her own bright smile returned, his hand reaching out to softly caress her knee and the lower part of her leg as she sat next to him.

"You ready?" she cheerfully asked several minutes later, taking a quick look down at his cock in her hand.

"Yes," Brad quietly said, wanting nothing more that to feel her take him in her mouth and for him to empty himself down her throat.

"Ok," she replied just as quietly, giving him another glowing smile. Getting into position, she again lay across his body and with one last look, opened her mouth and guided his cock into her mouth. Slowly she slid her lips around his shaft, her warm, wet tongue gently gliding up and down a few times before she began to bob her head back and forth.

Brad groaned, completely lost in the enveloping sensation of her mouth sucking on him. He put his hand on her back, feeling the coolness of her skin, and pushed down. She obeyed and slid his cock deep into her mouth, his cockhead touching the back of her throat as she held her position. Flexing her cheeks in and out, she created a sloppy sounding suction, Brad groaning as his dick, having been erect for so long, was hyper sensitive and her tongue sliding across his taut skin was both painful and pleasurable.

"Mmmm," he heard her coo as she drug her lips up his entire length and with the faintest of touches, slid her lips over and off him. She looked at him when she finished, reaching out with her tongue and dragging it across his cockhead as if licking an ice cream cone. The devilish look in her eyes told Brad all he needed to know.

That was almost too much for him to bear and he raised his hips, desperately wanting her to finish him once and for all. He didn't think he could last any longer and now wanted her to suck him dry.

Understanding what was wanted of her, Lindsey repositioned herself so he could watch. Sitting a bit more upright, she leaned her head over and began to bob it up and down as her hand pumped his shaft. Brad's hips began to move in time with her, his body trying to fuck her face at the same time she sucked on him. He breathed more heavily, the painful pleasure of his swelled balls driving him to thrust faster and deeper.

Lindsey kept up with him, her head moving in time to his thrusts, her hand momentarily squeezing his shaft tight as only her head moved, then resuming sliding up and down, the edge of her hand forcing itself down on his swollen sack.

"Uhhhh," Brad groaned, the force of her hand yanking on him, her wet mouth vigorously sucking on him as his cock drove into her mouth, her hand pressing down on his balls, all finally combined to give him what he wanted. The floodgates were opened and with an excruciating convulsion he shot a stream of cum into that wondrous mouth. What followed was a never ending series of streams which Lindsey forced from him, his voice a similar stream of moans and groans as she kept to her pace.

At first his hips bucked violently, snapping her head back with them, but quickly settled down as he heard her repeatedly swallow his streams of cum. He couldn't stop himself, his dick wanting to never stop diving into that glorious mouth, a mouth which never stopped sucking on him, its lips sliding around his shaft as it buried itself in her. Over and over he came, his body refusing to stop until finally, when he could cum no more, he dropped his hips to the bed and lay still.

Her warm mouth still held his dick in its grasp which was taking its time to go limp. He felt her swallow with his cock still in her mouth, a quick groan exhaled from him as his overwhelmed body drifted off. As he lay exhausted, Lindsey continued to gently suck on him, her tongue swirling around and around his now flaccid dick, her hand gently squeezing his sore sack to literally drain him of everything he had.

When she could do no more, Lindsey slid up beside him and lay herself on his shoulder, his arm moving only enough for her to slide next to him, his hand resting on her lower back. She could hear his heartbeat, his taste still in her mouth as she closed her eyes to his warmth.

A while later she awoke first, her groggy eyes adjusting to the brightness of the room, and sat up to stretch her body. Her movements roused Brad from his slumber and he too groggily opened his eyes. He was greeted by the sight of the young brunette looking at him and giving him another of her seemingly endless smiles.

"Hey sleepy head," she teased him.

"Hey," he mumbled back. "What time is it?" he asked her.

Looking at the clock on his dresser, she told him it was just after noon.

"Do you have to leave?" he asked, wanting to spend more time with her.

"Not yet, but I should leave no later than three so I can get back well before my parents get home."

Her parents. Those words didn't sit right him. He wondered what they would think if they knew their daughter was sleeping with their next door neighbor, a daughter who seemingly had mastered the art of both seduction and blowjobs. Forcing the thoughts from his head, Brad sat up and kissed her bare shoulder, the coolness of her skin on his lips making the act all the more tender.

"Still touching me, huh?"

"You bet. And now," he said, grabbing her by the shoulders and pulling her down to the bed, 

"I want to really taste you."

As she lay on the bed, she smiled and got herself comfortable. Her smile was as bright as ever as he slid down to kiss her knee, lifting her leg with his hands and kissing his way down her leg to her toes. Taking her foot in a hand, he kissed her big toe then kissed it some more, his mouth opening and dragging the edge of his front teeth over the bottom of the toe.

"Stop!" she squealed, her leg yanking back at the ticklish sensation.

"No," he told her, and grabbing her leg again, nibbled on the ball of her foot. Lindsey laughed and squealed as he continued, her body twisting back and forth as she tried to pull her leg from his grip. Mercifully he stopped, though he still held her leg in his grasp. He chuckled as she calmed down, watching that brilliant smile never fade from her face.

As he looked at her, she looked back and watched him kiss her ankle then slowly continued to kiss his way down her leg to her calf, the side of her knee and to her inner thigh. As he did, his touches grew lighter and lighter until by the time he was halfway down her thigh, she could just feel the scrape of his lips on her skin. She then felt a slightly wet pressure on her leg and looking down, saw his head slipping under her leg.

Brad's tongue slid further down her leg until it met the point where it joined her hip. He kissed her again, the warmth of her inner leg a contrast to the coolness of her skin, and he continued on until he kissed her inviting sex. Sliding himself into position so he faced her, he used his fingers to part her lips just enough so his tongue could slide inside and gently flicked it up and down.

Lindsey didn't say or do anything, her eyes closed as she let him taste her, her body growing warm and tingly as the minutes went by. She felt him remove his hands from her and place them on the back of her legs and push back, his hands sliding higher to behind her knees as he spread her wide. Laying his mouth on her, he forced his tongue into her, truly tasting this young woman, and hearing her inhale as he did. Diving his tongue between her folds, he lapped at her opening before taking a moment to suck on her.

Rapidly flicking his tongue up and down the length of her slit, he soon had her wet and she squirmed as he continued to lick her. Her legs moved further back, turning her pussy upwards, and this allowed him to bury his face in her, Lindsey squealing as he did. Brad wiggled his face from side to side, feeling the small bump of Lindsey's arousal which he then flicked several times.

Her hips rose as he heard her moan, her body reacting to him, wanting him to do more. Releasing her legs, he pulled her pussy apart and stuck the tip of his tongue on her nub and rubbed against it, hearing her moan again. Her sounds aroused him, how her body moved beneath him aroused him, the way she tasted aroused him. He wanted to give her as much pleasure in their short time together as he could and he redoubled his efforts.

Clamping his mouth on her most sensitive of spots, he sucked on her, pulling her between his lips. He slashed his tongue across it, feeling it bounce as he did. Faster and faster his tongue moved, hearing her moans and squeals as her hips moved up and down. He plunged his tongue into her pussy, dragging it up and across her nub which he could now see. As soon as he touched her, he quickly flicked his tongue across her, hearing her squeals of delight. 

This time, he didn't stop. He continued to pleasure her, her moans growing louder, her body writhing back and forth as he touched her.

He ground his tongue against her, sliding it over and around her growing desire several times. Lindsey gasped, her back arching, her breaths coming short and sharp as she was brought closer to her release. Simultaneously licking and sucking on her, Lindsey began to grind herself into him, the girlish squeals of her pleasure echoing in his ears. She panted, her body tense each time his tongue grazed her clit.

He continued flicking against that one small spot, her cries growing louder until her voice cracked. From that moment on she could only breathe heavily, the barest of surrendered whimpers slipping from her mouth. With his hands he forced her legs back, his mouth continuing to suck as he bent her body, her pussy now pointing up.

He pressed his face into her as his tongue licked her, Lindsey's arms straining against the bed as she looked down her body to watch, her mouth closed tight as she took deep breaths through her nose. In the brief moments her eyes were open she saw Brad sucking on her, his head moving in small circles as his tongue fluttered across her.

From nowhere an incredibly sharp shudder shot through her, her mouth opening wide and moaning as Brad ceaselessly ground his tongue against her clit. He held her legs and body in place as he continued to drive her to new heights of ecstasy. Lindsey could only moan, her hips twitching every time his tongue touched her, her body trying to twist against his grasp, growing sore from the constant contractions.

When he felt she had enough, Brad stopped and held his position. He lifted his head and saw her chest rising and falling, the nipples of her small breasts standing upright. He didn't move, giving her time to enjoy what she was feeling.

Slowly he let down her limp legs, her body automatically stretching out once it was free from his grip, turning on her side and closing her eyes. Brad started to get off the bed when she called out to him.

"Don't go," she told him, and without looking, reached an arm behind her to try and find him. Brad slid in behind her and she moved her body so she was comfortably spooned in him, pulling his arm to wrap around her body.

"You curled my toes," she told him in a sleepy voice.

Brad chuckled and pulled her tight to him, her warm back pressed into his chest, his arm resting between the small mounds of her breasts. She felt good in his arms and he closed his eyes, enjoying how she felt.

Some time later they both awoke to the sound of Brad's stomach growling, Lindsey looking over her shoulder at him.

"We're late for lunch," he told her, releasing her from his arms.

Without a word Lindsey sat up and rubbed her eyes. She was tired, but a good tired, and her body felt much different than it ever had before. She staggered after Brad when he got out of bed and followed him to the kitchen where she fell into a chair and waited for him to get lunch. He gave them each a large glass of water and very quickly she felt more awake and refreshed. They talked as they ate, some about lindsey's upcoming college days, some about Brad's past experiences, but mainly they enjoyed the other's company.

"So, are we square?" Brad asked as he cleaned off the table.

"Huh?"

"Is your debt to me repaid?" he pressed, standing over her as she looked up at him.

"Oh that. Yes it is!" Lindsey chirped, her smile again coming to the fore.

"Good. Now why don't you put your clothes back on, go home and take care of yourself."

"You don't want me to stay a while longer?" Lindsey asked, her voice almost crestfallen at being asked to leave.

Leaning over so his face was even with hers, Brad told her, "I would love for you to stay the night, but you and I both know that can't happen. While I'm still not sure I did the right thing, I can tell you I will always remember this day."

Lindsey smiled as she heard his words and reached up to give him a hug before quickly changing it to a long, passionate kiss. When she stopped she noticed his dick was partially erect and looked up at him with a knowing grin.

"No, we're not going there," he joked with her, though he wouldn't have said no if she had started.

"Aww," she whined and gave him another kiss. She held on to his neck a bit longer then stood up. Brad looked up and down her body, wondering what she would be like in another year or two, then stepped aside so she could retrieve her clothes.

He watched as she shimmied into her shorts, Lindsey teasing him by sticking out her ass, his eyes noticing the nice curve beneath the grey material. She pulled on her shirt and shoes and stood looking at him.

"What?" Brad asked.

As that night in the kitchen, Lindsey looked down and played with her fingers.

"Spit it out," he told her, knowing she was trying to think of something profound to say.

Instead, Lindsey looked up at him and closed the distance between the two of them. Raising herself on her toes, she grabbed his face and gave him a tender kiss before laying her head on his chest.

"Thank you," he heard her say as he wrapped his arms about her.

"I'm the one who should be thanking you," he told her, the days events something straight out of an adult story.

"Do you want to see me again?" she asked, snuggling closer to him.

"I will when you take care of my garden and mow my lawn."

Lindsey thumped him on the chest to show her objection to his comment.

"Besides that," she grumbled.

"I thought this was a once and done thing."

"It is," she sighed, "but I like spending time with you and would like to do it again."

"Why don't we just keep in touch for now," Brad told her. "Who knows what will happen when you go away to school."

"Can I at least make an appointment for the winter break?"

"Gees, you are insatiable," Brad joked.

Lindsey giggled, resting her head on his chest before looking up at him. Raising herself, she gave him another kiss then went to the door.

"Uh, same time on Wednesday for Nikki?" Brad asked behind her as he went to get his clothes from the floor.

"Yeah, if it's good for you," she replied, stopping at the door.

"Can I say no?"

Lindsey grabbed the door handle and turned it, barely opening the door. Looking at him with that devilish grin, she told him, "You don't know what you'll be missing," and stepped outside, leaving Brad to get ready for his next visit.



Gift of the Graduates Ch. 03



Brad spent the rest of Monday recovering from his tryst with Lindsey. He drank water every moment he could and did some stretches to relieve the discomfort he felt in various parts of his body, particularly his legs. One side benefit of his activities was he suddenly felt very creative and worked deep into the night writing his book. In fact, he felt so creative he finally found the impetus to start writing the book he had mentioned to Lindsey.

He groaned when he awoke on Tuesday as the stiffness in his muscles let him know he had worked them pretty hard the previous day. He flexed his legs and stretched his arms, twisting his body as he lay in his bed. Knowing from his own, limited, exercise routine that doing nothing was worse than doing something, he drug himself from bed and tried to have as normal a day as he could.

Throughout the day he had flashbacks of Lindsey and what they had done. He could still feel her on his tongue, his fingers remembering the cool softness of her skin. He stared at his monitor, memories of her cute ass before his face taking hold as he heard her squeals of pleasure in his ears.

Shaking himself from his daydream, Brad forced himself to write, his fingers flying across the keyboard in fits and starts, occasionally having long stretches of fluid writing, the words streaming across the screen as his mind emptied the story into the electronic realm.

Later that day, when he knew he had written all he could, he did some minor housekeeping, making his place look presentable for when Nikki arrived the next day. Though doing it because it needed to be done, cleaning took his mind off what had happened the previous day and what was going to happen the next day. On one hand he was conflicted between the age differences of the young women and himself. On the other hand the idea of having unrestricted access to them begged the question, how often does one get such an opportunity in their lifetime?

Realizing that he was too far in to stop, Brad vacuumed and cleaned, did the little bit of laundry he had and otherwise kept himself busy. He had no desire to write that evening and instead went out and rode his bike in the dying light of the day. The soreness from the morning was almost gone and he enjoyed the quiet time, his mind free to wander where it wanted.

Wednesday dawned sunny and bright, his eyes adjusting to the brightness of his room as he stretched his body, noting a few lingering sore spots. Placing his feet on the floor, he sat on the edge of his bed for a time, numerous thoughts rushing about in his head. He wanted to write but wouldn't have long as in under two hours Nikki would show up on his doorstep.

Making a decision, he quickly ate breakfast then went to get cleaned up. The warm shower felt good on him, its watery jets relaxing as he scrubbed himself, his mind still thinking about what else he would need to continue his book. When he finished getting ready, Brad went to his home office and brought his laptop out of sleep mode. He wanted to put down what he had just thought about before he forgot and focused on putting down his words.

Startled out of his writing when the doorbell rang, Brad looked at the clock in the corner of the screen and saw what time it was. He suddenly grew nervous, realizing Nikki had arrived. He shouldn't have been nervous, they had agreed to this rendezvous, but this was going to be different than with Lindsey whom he had known for a time. He barely remembered what she looked like!

Saving his work, he went to his front door and taking firm hold of the door knob, opened the door. He was greeted by an entrancing sight as his eyes met Nikki's. She wore a short sleeve, pink pencil-striped shirt, a pair of white shorts and, interestingly, nude toned strappy wedges. Her light golden hair styled in a bob glowed in the the morning sun, the curved edges of the silken strands just kissing her jaw.

Nikki looked perfectly put together with nothing out of place, as if she was either going to or coming from a photo shoot.

"Hello Mr. Sanderson," she announced. Her hand loosely held the small purse suspended by a thin strap off her shoulder, her one leg set off to the side from the other as she smiled at him.

"Hello Nikki," was all Brad could say at that moment, his eyes mesmerized at the sight of this gorgeous young woman on his doorstep. For a moment he wondered how he could not have remembered what she looked like. She was incredibly attractive, more than someone of her age had a right to be and certainly more attractive than anyone he remembered when he was in high school, including Toni, a mixture of girl-next-door and blossoming woman.

"Come inside," he finally got out, stepping aside and watching as Nikki confidently strode into his home.

As with Lindsey, his eyes wandered over her body as she entered, the scent of her perfume barely evident as she passed by. Her legs were wondrously shaped, their lengths accented by her shoes, a shape men couldn't stop looking at. His attention, though, was caught by the sight of her ass. He couldn't shake his gaze from those magnificently sculpted curves, her white shorts hugging her body in every exquisite detail.

"I hope this doesn't sound creepy, coming from someone like me," Brad started as Nikki stopped to turn and face him, "but Lindsey was right. You have an incredible ass!"

Nikki grinned, not in condescension but rather of acknowledgment, as if she heard this before but still appreciated the comment. She knew she had an incredible ass and played it up to devastating effect. She waited a moment before responding, letting Brad take in the rest of her.

"Thanks," she replied, "six years of playing tennis tends to do that."

Brad was truly dumbfounded. Sure, he had seen plenty of women over the years who were attractive and beautiful, but Nikki was something else. She had the body that women of all ages would kill for, the kind that girls of her age were both jealous and desirous of, the kind that turned men into drooling imbeciles when they gazed upon it.

Standing before him, her legs spread in a confident stance, her young body molded over the years by hundreds of hours of practice and playing matches, Brad could only marvel at Nikki.

"Why don't we sit down," he offered, his eyes wide and staring as Nikki turned and walked to his living room. He was mesmerized by the sight of her swaying ass while her legs competed to capture his attention.

Sitting down in the chair Lindsey had sat in when she had asked her favor, Nikki laid her purse on the floor then leaned back, crossing her legs just as Brad passed by causing his head to swivel to get another glimpse of her shapely legs.

Gathering his thoughts as he sat down, he didn't know where to start, Brad finally settled on the obvious.

"I know the three of you agreed to this, and sitting here I can't believe I'm going to say this," Brad paused, taking one last second to make sure he wanted to say what he was thinking, "but you don't have to do this. If you feel the least bit awkward, uncomfortable or anything, just get up and walk out."

That knowing grin returned to Nikki's face. She looked at him, her hands casually lying in her lap, her body relaxed as she listened to Brad's offer.

"Thanks," she said again, "but we agreed to do this and I always keep my word."

Short and succinct. Nothing more, nothing less.

Brad could feel his heart thumping in his chest. His body was fixated on Nikki, his mind already trying to imagine what her body would look like when naked, how she would feel and sound during their time together.

"Okay," was Brad's singular reply. For the first time in a very long while, he didn't know where to go from here. Did he ask her to strip right now? Did he start first? Should he make suggestions, hoping she got the hint?

"I hope this doesn't sound creepy coming from someone like me," he began, "but would you do me a favor and stand up?"

Unwrapping her legs, Nikki gracefully lifted herself from the chair and stood before him, her hands clasped in front of her. Brad's eyes started at the top of her head, her fine hair neatly cut and parted on the side giving her an elegant cuteness. Traveling down, the freckles across the bridge of her nose led him to her brilliant blue eyes which had an almost trance-like effect, his eyes locked on them until he realized he was staring.

Further down he went, noticing the pleasing curves of her young breasts beneath her shirt which held his attention, his eyes quickly snapping up to look into her eyes which watched him. Looking down, he followed the outline of her white shorts over her hips, their short length accentuating her womanly figure.

Finally his gaze again fell to her legs, their lovely lengths elongated by the tilted nature of her shoes, her feet dainty for one who used them in sports. Before he finished he noticed the candy apple red polish on her toenails, their color standing out against the muted tones of her shoes and skin.

I'm sure you've heard this before," Brad said once he was done, "but you are a very beautiful young woman."

Thanks," Nikki replied, her response as short as ever, her eyes following him as he went back for a second round of leering.

"Would you mind turning around?" he asked, hoping his request didn't sound like something a dirty old man would say.

"Sure," she chirped and just as gracefully as she had stood, turned to face away from him.

What he saw was almost beyond words to describe. Her snug shorts emphasized her trim waist, flowing over the graceful curve of her hips and ending equally snug against her strong thighs. But it was their length which captivated him. There was only a short distance between their bottom edge and the majestic curve of her ass, an ass which in his mind ranked as one of the most beautiful sights in the world. He could do nothing but stare at the breathtaking sight just beyond arms reach, his mind devoid of any thought, his sole focus of attention on that gloriously rounded shape.

As difficult as it was, he forced himself to come out of his catatonic state and followed her legs down. The years of practice and play had transformed them into alluring sights in their own right, their feminine outlines enhanced by their underlying strength.

Almost silently he stood and came up behind her, Nikki turning her head and watching him, almost smiling as he approached. Brad put his arms on her shoulders and gently turned her around to face him, her eyes never leaving his as she repositioned herself. He saw the dash of freckles splashed across the top of her cheeks, their appearance adding to her allure.

"You are truly incredible to look at," he told her, an air of wonderment evident in his voice.

"Thanks, but you're lucky. You get to see me the way I am now, but you should have seen me three or four years ago."

"What do you mean?" Brad asked, a hand sliding down her shoulder to caress her arm.

Nikki looked down and as Brad's hand slid over hers, she took it and held it, her grip firm from playing tennis yet still surprisingly soft.

"I was pretty plain back then. Long hair which I had to keep tied back or else it would get in my way when I played. Boys would constantly tug on it when I was walking down the hall. I was sort of awkward because my body was lopsided and I wore braces. To top it off, I didn't have these!" Nikki giggled as she twisted herself side to side, Brad's eyes automatically looking down at her shirt-covered breasts.

"And now you're this," he told her, taking a step back to once again look at her magnificence but still holding her hand.

"I bet all the guys who teased you were suddenly begging you to go out with you."

"Uh huh," Nikki agreed, giggling some more.

"I'll bet most of them wanted something else, too."

Suddenly her lighthearted nature turned more serious and she let go of his hand.

"I don't sleep around if that's what you're saying."

Brad was startled. He didn't mean to imply anything. He was just making a normal comment about the situation.

"I'm sorry," he apologized, "I didn't mean to suggest you were easy. I was just making a comment that all the guys who previously teased you, as they came of age and saw how beautiful you had become, well, their minds went to one thought. Like mine did with Toni at my graduation." Brad forced a smiled, trying to relieve the sudden tension between the two of them.

"Oh," was the short reply. Like Lindsey, Nikki looked down and played with her fingers before looking up and smiling at him.

"Yeah, there were a few," she agreed, her giggle starting to come back.

"A few? I'm sure it was more than just a few. To use a phrase, you probably had to beat them off with a stick."

Nikki laughed and reached out to take his hand.

"So tell me," she asked, "what was Toni like that night?"

"What do you mean?"

Nikki grinned, that shitty grin one gets when they're leading someone on, and in a calm, steady voice asked, "Was she any good?"

Brad didn't know how to respond. In his mind, of course she was good! She was the girl of his dreams and he had slept with her.

"She was good," he said, trying to be as calm as he could.

"Just good? From the way you described it, she was fantastic!" Nikki's grin grew wider, her lips parting just enough to turn into a knowing smile.

"I was young back then. To me, anyone would have been fantastic."

The two laughed, Brad's mind getting lost in her eyes as she looked at him. Letting go of her hand, he laid his hand alongside her face then leaned in to kiss her.

Similar to Lindsey, his first kiss was soft as he tested his, and her, willingness. She gave him a quick kiss, a peck really, before his insistent proximity took hold and she kissed him back. At first their lips pressed firmly together, their bodies inches apart until they slipped into each others mouths.

Their tongues slow danced, their bodies coming together as he pulled on her waist and her arms slid behind his neck. Slowly they tasted one another, his hands moving behind her and pulling her against him before breaking their kiss and watching as her crystalline eyes opened.

"You okay?" he asked, still being the adult and giving her one last chance to change her mind.

She smiled and nodded in return, her eyes brightening further as the eventuality neared.

Separating their bodies only enough to bring up his hands between them, Brad's fingers sought out and found the topmost button on her shirt and pushed it through its hole. Sliding his hands down, he found the next button in line and did the same, taking a quick look and catching a glimpse of the valley between her breasts.

Continuing, he found the third button, his heart beating faster as moment by moment he exposed her body to him.

Nikki's heart was beating equally fast as she enjoyed the build up, the tension growing as the seconds ticked by, Brad seemingly enjoying the unveiling as much as she. Her arms draped easily across his shoulders, her eyes watching his expression as he continued down.

When he had undone all the buttons except for the last one or two tucked beneath her shorts, Brad worked a hand between her shirt and body, feeling her taut, smooth skin. He lifted his hand up her side, Nikki smiling as he took his time, bringing it slightly forward and grazing his thumb across the front of her bra.

Breaking her gaze, he saw she was wearing a smooth cup, nude colored bra, the small bulge of her nipples evident as he caressed her breast. Leaning in, he gently kissed her neck, again smelling the scent of her perfume, its odor stimulating his desires.

He kissed higher on her neck, just below her ear, his other hand pulling the bottom of her shirt free and with both hands, undid the remaining buttons of her shirt. Firmly he pulled her shirt back, her arms falling behind her as the shirt slid off her arms and was tossed to the side.

Before she moved, Brad took hold of her wrists and held her arms behind her, Nikki not struggling to resist as his lips kissed their way down her neck to her collarbone, then to her shoulder.

"Lindsey told me you liked to touch," Nikki cooed, her body growing warm as he kissed her.

"So you two talked?" Brad asked without looking up, his kisses having moved to below her chin and around to the other side of her neck.

"Uh huh," was the breathy reply, Nikki beginning to lose herself in the moment. She clenched her fists, Brad's hold on her wrists preventing her from touching him, his titillating kisses driving her sexual urge.

"What did she say?" Brad quietly asked, pressing his lips firmly against her neck and carefully sucking on her skin.

"She ... said ..." Nikki's concentration lapsed as he sucked on her, his warm breath sending tingles through her body. Unconsciously she leaned towards him, wanting to feel him against her, seeking out his touch.

The more he kissed her, the more Brad wanted her, his hunger growing stronger as he continued. He kissed her neck harder, his lips momentarily sticking to her skin before pulled away to fall upon a new, virgin, area.

"She ... uhhh ...," Nikki tried again, leaning her head to the side as Brad's lips continued to kiss her, "said something about touching. How you can get information ... or ...". Nikki felt a rush of warmth spread through her, Brad's act of holding her hands behind her coupled with his tender kisses turning her body into a quivering mess. She wanted to take hold of him, her arms trying to move forward but his strength more than sufficient to hold her in check.

"That ... feels ..." she stammered, swallowing hard as Brad moved down her chest and kissed the top of her exposed breast. She felt warm, very warm, a dampness between her legs becoming evident.

Letting go of her wrists, Brad slowly slid his hands up her back until he found the clasp of her bra and just as he went to release it, Nikki's hands intervened and did it for him. Quickly she drew her arms through the loops, tossed the garment to the side and immediately took hold of Brad's face to kiss him hard.

She wanted him and she let him know. Her actions were forceful, her mouth hungry to taste him, her hands firmly holding on to him. She pressed her hips into his, feeling the bulge in his shorts. Disengaging her mouth from his, she licked her lips and looking into his eyes, smiled.

"Sorry," she said, "but you're getting me worked up." She giggled after saying it, her young nature briefly coming to the fore.

"That's a good thing, isn't it?" Brad asked, smiling in return.

"Yeah," Nikki giggled. She dropped her hands and took a step back, giving Brad a clear look at her half-naked body. Her breasts were larger than Lindsey's, having an elegant tear drop curve though they sat up high and prominent. Her creamy skin was just as flawless as what had been exposed, her stomach flat and smooth.

Doing what every man would do in this situation, Brad raised his hands and cupped her breasts. They were a delight to hold, her smooth skin combined with their firm weight arousing Brad to want more. His thumbs automatically went to her nipples and slid across them, his eyes watching as they bounced back after he touched them. Leaning over, he placed his lips on a pink bud and gently took it in his mouth to suck on it.

Nikki stood still, letting his tongue flick across her, her eyes closed as her lust was further aroused. She felt her wetness growing, her needs growing as well, and took hold of his head to lift it from her.

"Take off your clothes," she told him, a knowing grin evident as he stood upright.

Lifting off his shirt, Brad gave her a moment or two to look at him before taking hold of his shorts and pulling them down, his partially erect dick bouncing as he removed his clothes.

"Sit down," she instructed him, pointing at the chair and taking control of the situation. She waited until he was seated, his position near the front edge of the chair, then walked in front of him, just out of arms reach. Standing sideways, she looked at him, barely nibbling on her lower lip, undid the button to her shorts and leaning forward, arched her back, her ass sticking out behind her as she slowly pulled down on the zipper.




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Her left hand opened the front of the shorts as her right hand pulled down, her eyes watching him as she peeled out of her clothes. When she could go no further, she hooked her thumbs into the waist of her shorts and arching herself more, used them to slide off her shorts and panties.

Brad watched as her shorts slowly slid over her young body, no discernible gap between her skin and her clothes. Her ass which had captivated him as she had walked into his house seductively poured out of her white shorts, its appearance like the unveiling of a work of art.

With a small wiggle of her hips and a push of her hands, her shorts skimmed down her legs to bunch at her feet. Stepping out of them, she let them lay where they were and turned to present herself to Brad, her hands clasped in front of her.

"Is there nothing about you which isn't perfect?" Brad asked somewhat seriously. Doing the only thing he could, he stared at her, his eyes roaming every inch of her body as he took in her sight.

Nikki smiled at his question, but didn't answer. Instead, she closed the distance between them and straddling his legs, sat down on the front of his thighs, her hands casually sliding behind his neck. Brad's dick was now fully erect, her touch all that was needed to arouse him to his fullest, his hands holding on to her slender waist.

""I do have a few things that aren't right," she quietly told him before giving him a light kiss.

"Such as?" Brad asked, kissing her back and pulling her forward.

Giving him another kiss and smiling, she lifted herself then turned around, presenting her ass to him.

"See?" she said, her fingers pointing to each side of her ass. "This one is slightly smaller than this one."

Brad looked, either unable or unwilling to see the difference. What he did see was an ass perched high and tight, its curves about as perfect as one could get without medical assistance.

"No, I don't see," he replied. "What I do see," he said, leaning forward enough so he could take hold of her hips and pull her back between his spread knees, "is an ass which is the epitome of perfection."

Almost with a sense of reverence he slid his hands across the top of her ass then to her rounded cheeks, feeling how even here, it was so smooth. His thumbs lightly kneaded each cheek in turn, his eyes fixated on the small depressions they made before Nikki's body made them disappear by springing back into shape. He marveled at the exquisite nature of her ass, how its shape and tonality were so perfect on this young body.

Leaning forward, he kissed each side of her ass, his lips dragging across her skin, his nose picking up a slight floral scent as he did.

Nikki turned her head and looked over her shoulder, not quite able to completely see what Brad was doing but certainly able to feel it. She steadied herself by reaching back and resting her hands on his shoulders, standing still while Brad's mouth slid across her.

"Lindsey said you weren't a groper," she told him.

"I guess that's something!" Brad joked, his lips grazing the skin of her ass in new places.

Turning his head, Brad rubbed his cheek across her skin, amazed at how supple it felt against his. He wanted the maximum amount of tactile sensation and was using every part of his body to do so. Sitting more upright, he positioned his hands on each cheek, gently prying her apart with his thumbs until he caught the first glimpse of her puckered opening. Unable to resist, he leaned in and kissed her.

Nikki let out a slight squeal as his lips touched her, rising up on her toes as her nerves tingled.

Holding her open, he kissed her again, Nikki more relaxed this time until Brad, wanting more, reached out with his tongue and wiggled it against her.

This time Nikki let out a loud gasp, her body immediately tense and rising as high as it could get before falling back down.

"You don't mind, do you?" Brad asked, his thumbs still holding her open.

"No," Nikki breathily answered, her nerves a twitter at this new sensation. Her heart raced as she tried to steady herself, feeling herself go flush, her hands holding tight to his shoulders.

Brad wiggled the tip of his tongue against her, its wetness sliding in small circles as her anal muscles twitched.

As he did, a dark, almost sinister, need began to well up inside him and letting her ass cheeks snap shut, Brad stood, Nikki almost falling as her support disappeared. Grabbing her wrist, Brad told her, "Come with me," and all but drug her down the hallway to his bedroom. Caught off guard, Nikki tripped lightly in her shoes, doing her best to keep up with him.

Instead of stopping at the bed or giving her time, he flung her arm such that Nikki had no choice but to fall on to the bed. She lay partially on her side, supported on her elbow and forearm, her legs bent as she glared at him. She knew what was going to happen and was powerless to stop it, but she didn't want to stop it. Brad's foreplay, if one could call it that, had taken her to a realm of pleasure she had not known and wanted more.

Leaning over the bed and supporting himself with one arm, he grabbed her ankle and roughly pulled it towards the edge of the bed, Nikki's body twisting to fall on its back as he drug her into position. Her feet fell to the floor with a thump and before she could get comfortable, Brad fell to his knees between her legs.

Spread before him, Brad took a close look at her exposed pussy, its shape and color a sight equal to the rest of her. With his hand he rubbed against her, feeling how warm and soft she was, how her skin moved against him, dipping his thumb into her wet slit before lowering his face and unlike with Lindsey, immediately diving his tongue between her damp folds to taste her.

As soon as he did, Nikki exhaled, adjusting herself as this older man pleasured her, Brad's tongue slipping in and out of her before flicking against her then diving in again. Her body grew warmer and wetter, her hips moving against his tongue.

Moving himself closer, Brad pushed her legs apart, fully exposing her pussy to him. His hands felt the strength in her smooth thighs, the tenseness of her muscles evident as he licked her. With his mouth he sucked on her, pulling on her soft folds and letting them slide from between his lips before using the tip of his tongue to rub against her.

He heard her exhale and pressing down with his mouth, sucked on her, feeling her press back against him, his tongue dragging across her wet skin.

"Uhh ... right there," she told him as she looked down her body to watch. She saw his head move, his eyes looking at her as he swirled his tongue around and around then dragging up her slit. She continued to watch, her legs spread wide, feet lightly tipped on her toes as she was driven higher from the thrill of watching herself being eaten out.

"God that feels good!" was her second comment, her chest rising and falling more quickly, her heart beating faster as she watched. She grabbed his head and pushed down, guiding him to where she wanted and almost immediately threw her head back as his tongue found the spot she was looking for.

She growled, grinding her hips into his face, her hand barely able to hold on to his head as she twisted her body.

"Harder!" she implored him and following her command, Brad pressed his tongue almost as hard as he could on her chosen spot.

"Fuuuuck!" Nikki screamed, "Lick me!" Her hips bounced on the bed as she drove herself into his mouth, her hands grabbing the edge of the bed for support. She breathed heavily, her body starting to twitch every time Brad's tongue rubbed against her, her legs forcing themselves against his hands which pushed back.

"Right there! Right there!" she howled, her short breaths echoing in the room, her body violently bucking as her release slammed into her, her nerves on fire at his every touch. Harder she bounced on the bed, her legs trying to break free but Brad's hands holding them in place, her breaths coming in short, sharp pants. Brad furiously flicked his tongue across her firm nub, her body forcing itself onto him, the squeaking of the bed drowned out by her ear piercing squeals and her gasps for air.

Over and over her body writhed on the bed, Nikki briefly looking down with a pained expression to watch Brad continue to suck that sensitive area. Slamming her head back on the bed, her eyes screwed shut as she came, her previous squeals of delight now a stream of moans and groans.

When he heard her lose her voice Brad immediately lifted his head and looked up her body, the outline of her breasts delectable even from this angle. Nikki swallowed hard as she took deep breaths, small twitches rippling across her flat stomach as Brad removed his hands from her legs which no longer offered any resistance.

Standing, Brad gazed down upon Nikki, her limp body hanging partially off the bed. The erotic effect she and her voice had on him drew strength from his darkest desire and he told her, "I want you." He wanted her in the most base way, remembering Lindsey's comment about how Nikki could be in bed. 

Nikki barely opened her eyes and nodded, telling him, "Give me a minute."

Unwilling to wait, Brad leaned over her prone body and kissed her, his hard cock sliding on her skin just above her wet slit. As he forced his way into her mouth, Nikki tasted herself on him, her mouth and body responding to his insistence.

Reaching down her legs as he kissed her, Brad grabbed her thighs and finding purchase, forced her legs up and back. Taking a second to look down, he pointed his cock at her exposed pussy and pushed his way in, feeling her tight wetness take him in its grasp.

Together they moaned as he plunged into her, Nikki grabbing his arms and clenching her teeth as her body took him inside while Brad forced her legs back even further.

"I want ... to be ... on top," she said in between breaths as Brad began to fuck her.

"Why," Brad grunted, his hips forcing his cock deep inside.

"Because," was all she said, her eyes looking at him from under half-closed lids.

With one last thrust of hips, Brad withdrew from her and climbed into bed, positioning his head on both pillows. Nikki, still somewhat out of it, lifted herself on all fours and straddled his hips, her head hanging down as she got into position. Before he could do more, she reached down with her hand and took hold of his cock, placing it at her wet opening.

A second later she fell on him, grunting as she impaled herself on his shaft and sinking his full length into her.

Brad raised his hips so he could drive himself as deep into her as he could, feeling her warm, wet embrace suck him in. He took hold of her hips and pushed her down, holding her in place and feeling her clench about his shaft. Dropping his hips, he quickly thrust upwards, Nikki's body jerking as his thighs slammed into her ass.

Again and again he plowed into her, hearing her feminine moans mingling with his own, guttural sounds. She moved with him, driving her body onto him then lifting herself forward before he drove himself inside, her hands gripping his shoulders as she loomed over him on all fours.

Brad watched this young woman bounce on top of him, her face set in deep concentration, his want for her growing by the second. Letting go of her hips, he reached up with his hands to take firm hold of her breasts and rubbed the pads of his thumbs across her erect nipples. Pulling her down, Brad took one of her pink buds in his mouth and sucked on it, Nikki letting out a small gasp as his tongue scraped across her.

Faster she went, her body rocking back and forth the longer he licked her nipple. She bit her lip, her back arching as she forced him deep into her pussy then dragging it over his hardness.

"This ... is ... great ... exercise," she panted, flicking her head to clear her hair from her face. Her hips bounced off his, her body lifting up to pull away from his mouth as she rode his cock. Brad's hips drove into her when she came down, her shallow calls music to his ears.

Grabbing her hips, he tried to slow her pace, wanting to prolong this sexual being's performance as long as he could. She fought him, the strength in her legs greater than his arms and she soon increased her pace.

"Uhhh ... ," Nikki drawled, her face turned up, her mouth open as she gulped air. Faster she went, her hips slamming harder against him, her knees spreading wider as the sounds of their bodies slapping together competed with her whimpers. Soon, an almost pained look came across her face and she let out a deep moan as her second orgasm shook her.

Her hips frantically bucked, her full attention focused on the cock filling her pussy. Almost mechanically she used Brad's cock to fuck herself, lost in the intoxicating release of her sexual energy, her body determined to get every ounce of pleasure she could from him.

Just as determined as her to get what he wanted, Brad frantically pistoned his cock in and out of Nikki, his hands tightly holding her hips to keep her in place. His pulse grew hotter by leaps and bounds as he plunged into her, watching her bounce back and forth on top of him, her breasts jiggling inches from his face.

Nikki soon slowed then held her position, breathing hard as her head hung low, her body jerking from the treatment it was receiving from Brad. He pulled her down to hold her against his body, her ass slightly raised as she endured his fucking, her arms loosely wrapped around his neck.

He wanted her more than anyone he had ever been with, his frantic pace seemingly without end, his wanton desire to take this young woman for all she was worth an overwhelming force he could not deny.

Nikki held on as Brad used her, her head tight to his chest, shallow whimpers slipping from her lips. Brad's dick sawed at her pussy, a pussy which seemed to call out to him to fuck it. He held her in position, one hand behind her neck, the other on her back, his body taking control as he forced himself into her, their bodies roughly slapping together again and again.

With a powerful surge from deep within his balls, Brad shot himself into Nikki, his cum both filling her and coating her now deep pink folds. Nikki could do nothing other than try to hold her position as Brad mercilessly fucked her, her body unused to such treatment.

Over and over he thrust deep into her, his arms clenching her tight to his body, his hips rising and falling at a frenzied pace. He groaned and seethed, his body having one purpose and one purpose only, his mind lost in the unbridled passion of fucking.

Finally, with one last groan, Brad came to a stop, his dick still hard and buried in her thoroughly used pussy. He panted hard, almost out of breath, his arms limp around her body which now draped itself over him, her breasts splendidly sandwiched between them.

They lay together for a time until Nikki, recovering more quickly than Brad, lifted her head and looked at him. Brad's eyes were closed, his mouth partially open as he breathed, his body slowly coming back to reality.

"A bit rough there," Nikki told him.

"Sorry," he apologized without moving. "You got me all worked up."

Nikki laughed and laid her head on his chest, hearing his heart beat and feeling his chest rise and fall.

"You were pretty quick on the draw yourself," Brad absentmindedly said.

Nikki giggled then raised her head to look at him.

"I can be very sensitive once I get going," she started, "and I'd be on my back all the time if I'm not careful. That and it would interfere with my tennis."

Caressing her back, Brad realized she was not the normal, vapid teenager one thinks of. Rather, her calm demeanor was calculated to give her time to size up a situation, to not let herself get in over her head or rush into something that might come back to haunt her down the line.

Without a word Nikki rolled off him and lay at an angle to him on the bed, her head propped against his side.

Curious, Brad raised his head and saw she had a hand between her legs. Realizing she was being watched, she looked back at him and smiled, telling him, "So much cum."

"You okay?" he asked, a note of concern in his voice.

She nodded, telling him, "I wasn't expecting this much."

Chuckling, Brad carefully slid from the bed and leaving her, went to get cleaned up, his body more tired than he had been with Lindsey.

When he returned he sat next to her and laying a hand on her shoulder, gently rubbed her, his hand eventually finding its way to her face which he caressed.

"Can you help me up?" she quietly asked. "I don't want to get your sheets sticky." She giggled after saying it, realizing how it must sound.

Without answering, Brad stood and taking hold of her arm, pulled her close to the edge and picking her up, carried her to the bathroom. She was careful not to get her slick fingers on him, her head resting on his shoulder for the short trip. Setting her down on the shower sheet, Nikki wobbling for a second on her shoes, he got a washcloth which he soaked under warm water and handed it to her.

Bowing her legs, Nikki ran the wet cloth up the inside of her legs as she cleaned herself then stopped, looking at him.

"You might not want to stay," she told him. "This won't be pretty."

Brad laughed, understanding her meaning and left her alone. Flopping on his bed, he let his tired body relax, throwing an arm across his eyes to shield them from the diffused sunlit room.

When Nikki was done she removed her shoes and dropped them at the foot of the bed before sliding next to him.

"Better?" he asked, turning his head.

"Uh huh," she smiled as she settled in, curling her arms in front of her body and looking at him.

Still not comprehending how attractive she was, Brad slid his arm under her neck and pulled her close, feeling her warm body snuggle into his, her arm lying across him.

They settled in to the zone between sleep and wake, their naked bodies nestled against one another, until Brad opened his eyes and got up from the bed.

Nikki rolled face down as he moved away, her eyes opening when he disturbed her and sat up to watch him leave the room.

As with Lindsey, Brad had a sudden urge of creativity and bringing his laptop up, began to write. He was working on his side project when Nikki padded into the room and came up behind him.

"what are you working on?" she asked, bending at the waist so her face was next to his, her arms wrapping around his neck.

"Just a book," was the flat reply, his train of thought focused on getting out the words as rapidly as he could.

Nikki didn't say anything, watching as the words appeared on the glowing screen. As she read the words, she realized what Brad was writing about was the two of them. While he didn't go into explicit detail, there was no denying what he was describing.

"You're writing about us?" she asked even though she knew the answer to the question.

"Uh huh," was Brad's only reply, his fingers tap dancing across the keys.

Nikki watched as line after line was spelled out, Brad sometimes quickly correcting spelling mistakes but otherwise beating the keys to get out what we wanted. As she read his words she became entranced, realizing that part of her life was being committed for the world to read.

Turning her head, she kissed his neck, her hands running across his chest to his stomach and lower where she took his soft dick in her hand.

As soon as her hand was in his lap Brad stopped typing and turned his head to look at her. At this close range her freckles stood out against her light skin, skin which had yet to show the signs of age and was as smooth as the rest of her. He sat back as her hand stroked him, his dick growing more firm by the moment.

She resumed kissing his neck, her soft lips sucking on him as he had done to her, her shallow exhales of warm breath raising the hairs on his neck.




Gift of the Graduates Ch. 03



"What else can you write?" Nikki quietly asked, her hand rhythmically moving up and down his hardening shaft, her lips moving to his cheek then a light peck on his lips as she twisted her head in front of him.

"I can write almost anything you want," he told her, his hands still in place at the keyboard as she pleasured him.

"Can you write about people fucking?" she asked, her tone of voice deeper, more sultry. She nibbled on his ear, releasing her hand from his dick for just a moment so she could slide it down to fondle his balls. Brad opened his legs wider and moved his hips forward, Nikki's warm hand cradling his sack then pushing against it as she rubbed it.

"I can," Brad replied, his mind and body beginning to get lost in her touch.

"Write," was all she said, her hand moving back to wrap around his dick. She gripped him loosely, her motions slow and deliberate as she watched Brad save his work and open a blank page. In a few seconds he had started, getting his words right in fits and starts, her eyes wide as she read the tale on the screen.

He wrote about a woman whose beauty could stop men dead in their tracks, her sex appeal so strong, no one could resist her. He wrote how she would pick and choose who she would sleep with and all the things she would do to satisfy herself.

As Brad wrote, Nikki's hand kept to its pace, having stopped kissing him as she read, her other hand wrapped about his chest as she leaned over. Shifting her body, she lifted her breasts enough so they pressed into the top of his shoulders, Brad's concentration on writing momentarily broken as he felt those firm forms touch him.

"Do you like this?" Nikki softly asked, her lips again kissing his neck when he stopped writing, her hand still wrapped around his dick and stroking him.

"Yes," was Brad's only reply, his mind trying to get back into form so he could continuing writing. He wrote about the woman riding astride her men, her body taking from them what she wanted, using them to satisfy her insatiable sexual desires. The words talked about the thrill of her orgasm, the sounds she made as she came, how her body would quiver with the right man.

Brad wrote more, about how she would tell men to fuck her in the ass, the sensation of their cocks buried deep inside her as they spewed their cum in her hole, how her body would clamp down on them to hold them in place until she was done.

Then Nikki read how the woman would use her mouth to drive men mad by taking her time as she sucked on them, dragging her lips over their hard cocks, hearing their groans as she tormented them by not letting them cum. Something about those words stirred something in Nikki. She stared at the screen as he wrote, her hand moving faster as she yanked on him, her heart beating faster the more she read. 

Brad was having difficulty concentrating, Nikki's hand having him now fully erect and hard, the pressure of her breasts on his back an arousing annoyance. He wanted to stop but couldn't, his mind delivering the words as a counter to what he was feeling. He was breathing more heavily, his mouth parted as he wrote, the beat of his heart thumping as he wrote.

Releasing her hand from his dick, she slipped between him and the desk, leaning against the edge of the desk and looking down at him. Though he had seen it earlier, Brad's eyes went to her neatly shorn mound and stared, admiring the closely cropped hair as it dove between her legs.

"I do that for when I play," she told him. "Keeps the irritation down when I'm running around the court."

Almost blankly, Brad looked up at her, his mind lost in the seductive outlines of this young woman before him. Before he could say anything, Nikki leaned over and putting her hands on his thighs, pushed against him, his chair moving back to let her in and she went to her knees, her hand grasping his cock as she got into position.

He couldn't resist and a hand went to the side of her face, his thumb caressing her pink lips, and with a knowing grin, Nikki slid her hair behind her ear and opened her mouth.

Brad immediately exhaled as her soft, wet mouth enveloped him, the fingers of his hand sliding through her silken hair to rest on her shoulder. He closed his eyes and let her take him away, this unbelievable young woman gently sucking on him, almost teasing him, her touch just as wonderful as she was to look at.

He finally looked down, twisting his body so he could see, and watched as Nikki's head slowly bobbed to and fro, her actions soundless as she drug her mouth up and down. She was different than Lindsey, more gentle, almost timid, but Brad didn't mind. She took her time, her lips kissing their way down his shaft before she pulled his dick forward and slid her mouth over it to suck on it again.

Nikki sat up on her knees and leaned her head over, her hand pumping his cock as her mouth sucked on him, her other hand resting lightly on his thigh. She swirled the tip of her tongue over the head of his dick several times before again sucking on him, her soft lips repeatedly sliding the length of his shaft.

Brad clenched his teeth and sucked in air as he watched, Nikki keeping to her pace as his cock pulsed in her grip. He drug his fingers through her short hair, its soft strands cool to his touch, and watched this young woman take long, slow pulls of his dick.

Without realizing it, his hand would tighten in her hair then release it as she would pause and use her tongue to lick his cockhead before taking him only between her lips to suck on him. He was enthralled as he watched his cock disappear between her lips, Nikki occasionally looking up at him and somehow smiling at him despite his dick in her mouth.

The friction of her lips scraping across his cock soon had his heart beating faster with every touch. He clenched his hand behind her head and held it in place as he lifted his hips from the chair. Slowly he fucked her face, Nikki holding station as he watched his cock slid in and out of her mouth.

Soon Nikki began to move counter to him, her head rising as his hips fell and vice versa, sitting fully upright on her knees and placing her mouth directly over his cock. With her hands holding his thighs she bobbed her head in his lap, Brad no longer moving, twisting her head back and forth as she sucked on him. She repeated this several times until she popped her mouth from him and grabbed hold of his erectness. Flicking her head so her hair cleared her face, she held him upright as she wiggled the tip of her tongue on the underside of his cockhead.

"Uhhhh!" Brad grunted, his body momentarily twisting and rising out of the chair at her touch, the light touches of her wet tongue at that sensitive area overriding everything else. He took several quick breaths, his heart pounding in his chest as Nikki slid her tongue around and around his cockhead, small tremors running through his body as he watched her tongue slide over his cock.

"Nikki!" he called out, unsure how much longer he could last, his whole body tense as he fought back the growing need to cum.

Nikki stopped what she was doing and looked up at him, her blue eyes twinkling as she saw the pained expression on his face.

"What?" she calmly asked, reaching out with her lips and giving a light kiss to the side of his cockhead.

Brad grabbed her face and pulled her up, Nikki awkwardly climbing into his lap and straddling his legs. He kissed her hard then laid his forehead against hers. He didn't say anything as he took deep breaths, trying to get himself under control before giving Nikki another small kiss.

"What?" she again asked, her arms loosely held about his neck.

"You're touch is so light!" he finally told her. "I feel like I'm going to explode."

Nikki giggled and kissed him, telling him in a quiet voice, "Then go ahead. Explode. I don't mind."

Lifting her head from his, he stared into her mirth-filled eyes, completely disarmed by this young woman. She was everything he could imagine wanting in a woman, and here she was, literally in his grasp.

Without another word Nikki gave Brad another kiss then slid herself from the chair and took up her position between his legs. She grabbed hold of his cock and gave it a squeeze, a large bubble of precum spilling out and running down his shaft. Without hesitation she pointed his cock into her mouth and licked him clean, hearing him groan as she sucked on him.

More firm this time, she bobbed her head up and down, trying her best to stay away from his tip and concentrate only on his shaft. Her hand gripped him tight at the base, her lips wrapped around his hardness as they slid over it, taking her time and not rushing to finish him.

Brad watched, only slightly less tense, his hand again curling in her hair as he took long, deep breaths to keep himself under control. He didn't move, letting her do what she wanted, feeling her tongue swirl around him in her warm, wet mouth.

Looking up and letting his dick slide from her mouth, Nikki smiled at him as her hand slowly pumped him, watching as he blankly stared back at her. His thumb slid to caress her lips, lightly grazing across them before pushing against them and slipping inside her mouth.

Nikki sucked on his thumb, wiggling the tip of her tongue on his pad, then pulled away and lowered her head one last time. Relaxing her grip on his shaft, she clamped her mouth about him and starting at the bottom, drug her way up to his cockhead. Softly sliding her lips off him, she pushed him back inside, her lips parting as her pussy would and lowered her head. Going as far down as she dared, she reversed direction and repeated her motions, hearing Brad breathing more heavily and feeling small twitches coursing through his legs.

Picking up her pace, Nikki sucked on him she before she got to the top and again as she took him inside, her tongue sliding down his shaft on the way down and back up. Her hand held him steady, unmoving, as she sucked on him, his moans of ecstasy growing louder the longer she continued.

Brad moaned, his body again twisting as it was pleasured, his hips lifting from the chair and driving his cock into her mouth. As soon as she heard him, Nikki quickened her pace and began to suck on him in earnest. Her hand pumped him as her head bobbed, her mouth sealing as tight as she could get it around his shaft.

Brad panted, the swelling in his balls almost painful as his body took over and fucked her mouth. His hand held tight to her hair, moving with her head as it moved quickly up and down. He gritted his teeth and screwed his eyes shut as he thrust his hips, his mind devoid of any thought as his body took control.

So hard was he that only a small dribble of cum leaked out, Nikki barely noticing it as she swallowed it, until her lips slid up to his cockhead which sent Brad over the edge. His first stream blasted into her mouth, so strong she almost choked as his second load spewed quickly behind. His hand held her down as her mouth sucked on him, his unending stream of moans pouring from his open mouth filling the room. His dick now steadily fucked her mouth as it released itself, the exertion of the last few minutes culminating in this rapturous event.

When he could do no more he stopped and slumped in the chair, Nikki's mouth still sucking on him as he lost his strength. His chest heaved as he breathed, his body deliriously relaxed as he let himself drift away.

Nikki stopped and let his softening dick slide from her mouth, taking a few deep breaths then looking up to see Brad seemingly asleep in the chair. Standing, she slid into his lap and laid her head against his, an arm around his neck for support as she nestled against him. The warmth of his body felt good and she closed her eyes, taking comfort from being so close to him.

As with Lindsey, they were awoken by a severe noise emanating from his stomach and like with Lindsey, Nikki's eyes snapped open at the evil sound.

"Holy hell!" she laughed, Brad laughing along with her.

"Sorry," he apologized, rubbing her back as she settled back against him.

"So," Brad eventually started, "are we going to eat lunch or just sit here the rest of the day?"

"I could stay here some more," Nikki replied, not bothering to lift her head. If possible, she nestled tighter against him, trying to find that perfect position to be with him.

"Ten more minutes and then we'll eat, okay?" he asked, though it was more of a statement than a question.

"Okay," was the singular response.

Though not really wanting to move from his spot, Brad's hunger kept him awake and when the appointed minutes had elapsed he regretfully nudged her until she slid from him. As he lifted himself from the chair, he saw she was bent over at the waist and touching her toes, the magnificently taut ass presenting itself to him and not able to resist, slid his hand over those twin delights.

Still bent over, Nikki twisted her head to look at him, telling him, "You do like to touch, don't you?"

"I thought we already established that," he told her, his hand still sliding across her smooth skin.

Righting herself, she gave him a quick kiss then waited for him to move. Sighing, Brad walked to the kitchen, Nikki right behind, and got out their lunch.

"Eat," he told her, putting a plate of food in front of her. Unlike with Lindsey, he had provided some vegetable, hoping their vitamins would help them more quickly recover.

They talked about this and that, Nikki's plans for college, his book, and anything that came up, both getting refills on their glasses of water as the conversation spun out.

"Could I ask a favor of you?" Nikki asked as Brad cleared their plates.

Caught off guard by the question, Brad turned and looked at her.

"A favor from me?"

Nikki nodded her head but didn't say anything.

"Such as?"

Still no response but Brad could see the wheels turning in her head as she thought of a way to ask her favor.

"There's ... there's something I want to try," Nikki started, trying to find the right words, "and I hope you'll say yes because I feel comfortable with you and hope you won't laugh."

Brad leaned against the counter, crossing his arms in front of him as he pondered his response. Dropping his arms, he grabbed his chair and sat it next to Nikki's. Leaning over on his knees, he looked at her and told her, "I can't promise I won't laugh, but I'll see what I can do."

Looking down, Nikki played with her fingers before looking at Brad.

"I saw a video and want to try the same thing. You can say no," she quickly told him.

Brad was intrigued. There were a billion videos to find on the internet and he wondered why she had fixated on just one.

"What's it about?" he asked, sitting back to give her some room.

Nikki hesitated. While she had agreed to sleep with him, and had done so, this was her asking him for a favor. As if he owed her something. Her usual confidence wavered, unsure if she should reveal this side to him.

"Nikki," Brad spoke, "I promise that whatever you ask I will never reveal to anyone. Ever."

Looking up at him, Nikki took a breath to calm herself before speaking.

"I want you to lick my ass, like you did before, then let me fuck myself against you as I'm bent over."

Brad's eyes opened wide as he heard her request. Having just seen her bent over as she stretched, the thought intrigued him. However, it was the first part that got his attention.

"You don't sound too confident," he told her, not trying to dissuade her but simply stating what he heard.

"Well," she began, "I liked how it felt, you licking my ass, and I like it from behind, and I thought about that video when you were doing it."

Brad didn't say anything, pondering for a second, then nodding his head and trying to suppress his grin.

"I think I can accommodate your request," he told her in as formal a voice as he could muster.

Nikki giggled at his pretension and leaned in to give him a kiss.

"Thanks," was her short reply, the twinkle in her eyes returning.

"You'll have to give me some time," he told her as he got up from the chair. "Me being an old guy and all, it takes me a bit longer to get ready than the guys your age."

They both laughed at his comment, Brad inwardly wishing they were closer in age so they could spend more time together.

"Okay, but not too long," she countered, "I don't want to be here all day."

Again they laughed, Nikki popping up from her chair and walking back to the bedroom. Brad followed her and watched as she again bent over, this time facing him, and did more stretches. She then spread her legs and grabbed her ankle with both hands, forcing her body as far over as it could get, then repeated this with her other leg.

"You're just going to torment me until I'm ready, aren't you?" Brad asked as he leaned against the door frame.

"Huh?" Nikki asked, unsure what he meant.

"Never mind," was the reply.

Watching her go through her routine, Brad finally asked, "So how do you want to do this?"

"You'll have to kneel," she told him, taking a deep breath after her last stretch "cause that's the only way I can see you being low enough."

"Where?"

Looking around, Nikki pointed to a spot a step or two away from the edge of the bed.

"Here. That way I can fall on to the bed if I get too excited," she told him, a small giggle following her statement.

Doing as he was told, Brad positioned himself at the indicated location and knelt. He waited as Nikki got in front of him and turned around, his face nearly level with those twin rounded cheeks.

"You ready?" he asked, making sure she was prepared for this.

"Uh huh. Just start slow."

"You'll let me know if you want me to stop, right?"

"Uh huh, but I hope I won't have to," another small giggle finishing her comment. She twisted her body and looked down at him, gave him a quick smiled then leaned over so her hands rested on the bed.

As he had done earlier in the day, Brad laid his hands on her ass, again with a sense of reverence as he slid over her skin. Their roundness quickly got to him, his eyes transfixed as she held her position in front of him. He marveled at the exquisite nature of her ass, how its shape and tonality were so perfect on this young body.

He leaned in and placed a few kisses on her rounded rump, her skin not as warm on his lips as in his hands. Taking his time, he positioned his hands on each side of her, then gently pried her apart with his thumbs.

"You're gonna have to relax a bit if you want me to continue," he told her, keeping the same pressure as he waited for her to respond.

"Sorry," she said, looking over her shoulder. Almost instantly she relaxed her ass and Brad was able to spread her. Now, fully exposed, he stared at her puckered opening, its ridges calling him to taste her, its sight captivating as he watched it flex back and forth against his hold.

Without further ado Brad leaned in and gave a kiss to her open divide, Nikki not moving or saying anything as his lips touched her. He kissed her harder,then, as he had done with her pussy, reached out his tongue and slid it across her taut skin.

As before, Nikki let out a small gasp as his tongue touched her, her legs momentarily tensing as his touch sent shivers through her body.

Holding her open, Brad kissed her again, Nikki more relaxed this time until he reached out with his tongue and wiggled it against her opening.

This time Nikki didn't say anything though she rose as high as she could on her toes before falling back down.

"You okay?" he asked, still holding her open as he waited for her response.

"Uh huh," Nikki breathily answered, her body tingling as Brad did what he was asked.

Again he leaned in and sticking his tongue out, wiggled the tip against her puckered hole. He pushed harder against her, feeling her muscles tighten as he did. With a bit more pressure his fingers were able to open her and he pushed his tongue into the nascent opening.




Gift of the Graduates Ch. 04



After Nikki left, Brad did nothing else the rest of the day except recover. He was drained, both literally and figuratively, and it took some effort for him to move once he crawled on his bed. He had no desire to do anything and his writing was left for another day. The only comfort he had as he lay face down on the sheets was he could still smell her and the barely there scent of her perfume.

Thursday was brutal. When he awoke almost every part of his body ached. His thighs were sore, his chest hurt and his dick was in no mood to be touched. By anyone. The whole day was spent getting the kinks out of his body and drinking lots of water. He truly felt like an old man.

Despite his condition, his mind wandered back to the previous day and Nikki. He remembered everything that happened, every exquisite sound she made, every curve of her body and of course, that unbelievable ass. Just thinking about its shape, its firmness, how it tasted, all had him losing parts of his day as his mind brought forth his time with her.

He did get some work done on his book. It wasn't much, but it was something. His mind was too distracted as he sat at his desk, the events from yesterday flooding back as he remembered what happened at that very spot. He couldn't help but daydream, hearing her squeals as she slammed herself against him, her body sprawled over the desk.

He slept soundly that night, dreams of Nikki offering cold comfort to her warm body which had been nestled against him.

Friday came and he slept in. He lay on his back, staring at the ceiling, the bright sunlit room reminding him of the brightness that was Nikki. For a few moments he pondered asking Lindsey for her number but realized how pathetic that sounded. Someone of his age, asking a teenager whom he had slept with, for the phone number of another teenager he had also slept with.

Slowly rising, he made his way to the kitchen and got something to eat, the silence of his house more overwhelming than comforting, and after doing the dishes, went on a long bike ride. Though still alone, the rush of the air against his skin, the sounds of the few cars he encountered, the general noise of life, brought him back to reality and invigorated him to accomplish something. He made a quick stop to get what he needed for supper but otherwise enjoyed his exercise.

When he returned home he immediately set about doing yard work. The work kept him busy, both physically and mentally, and by the noon hour his back yard was as neat and tidy as it was going to get. The sun beating down on his body as it rose over the house felt good, its warmth loosening his muscles and making him sweat, his body coming back to life the longer he worked.

It felt good doing manual labor and after a quick lunch, he went back outside to do more work. He worked until he thought he had done all he could and went inside, noticing it was after two and remembering he had been told Casey should arrive around four. Putting away his tools and whatnot from his home cleaning, Brad took his first shower of the day and scrubbed away the built up grime.

He hadn't realized how dirty he was until he was clean, his body feeling refreshed after his shower and for a brief moment contemplated meeting Casey at the front door naked but quickly threw that thought away. Instead, he opted for the safe route, shorts and a shirt, and did a final check of his place as he waited.

Unlike with Nikki, he wasn't nervous. He had been attracted to Casey from the start, and she to him, and he looked forward to seeing her again despite Lindsey's half-joking warning. He no longer felt uncomfortable with what was going on and was completely at ease as the minutes ticked by.

When the door bell rang he got up from his seat and calmly made his way to the door. Opening it, he was greeted by "the runt" standing on his doorstep, her chestnut hair falling to just below her shoulders. She was dressed in a jean skirt and a white V-neck t-shirt which showed off her very ample breasts. Immediately she had a big smile on her face, her teeth unveiled behind succulent pink lips while her cheeks bunched firmly as her smile grew bigger. Slung over her shoulder, suspended by a wide strap, was an overnight bag.

"Hi," was all she said.

"Hi," was the singular reply, Brad's eyes locking with hers as they stared at one another.

Without being asked, Casey walked past him and into his house. Just as Brad closed the door he heard a thump and as he turned to look, saw Casey, her bag on the floor, take two quick steps and launch herself on to him. Her arms cinched tight behind his neck while her legs wrapped about his waist and squeezed, her mouth clamping to his.

Brad barely had time to react and grabbed whatever he could, his hands finding grip under her thighs as he kissed her back. They stood like this, Casey's body clinging to his, their mouths seeking out the other as if they were lovers meeting after a long separation.

With an audible pop Casey stopped kissing Brad and with only a few inches separating their faces told him, "Hi," ending with a giggling smile. Her breasts pressed into him, their full size providing a very enticing cushion between the two.

"That was an interesting welcome," Brad replied, grinning like a school boy as he held her aloft. "I take it you're glad to see me?"

Casey giggled then kissed him, her embrace more tender than the first, before telling him, "You have no idea."

Though he had no problem holding her, Brad slowly let his hands slide from under her legs, giving her time to disengage and slide from his grip to alight on the floor. Her sneakers squeaked as she took a step back, Brad looking down at the young brunette who had caught his eye almost a week before.

"I've been thinking about this ever since Lindsey said you agreed," she told him as she knelt down to take off her shoes. Tossing them next to her bag, she came back and hugged him, Brad's hands coming to rest on her shoulders before sliding down her hair to her back.

"I have to ask," he said, gently prying her off him and brushing some of her hair behind her, "are you sure you want to do this?"

Casey smiled, almost as big as when he opened the door, telling him, "I'm ready now."

Brad laughed, remembering Lindsey's warning about Casey.

"What's so funny?" she asked, not privy to the inside joke.

"Nothing," he feigned, "just you being you."

Casey giggled, then told him, "I haven't touched myself in a week. I'm so horny, I could explode!"

They both laughed at her admission, Brad fully understanding how hormones at that age can override almost everything else.

"Why don't we get you settled in," he told her, stepping to her side and picking up her bag.

"I can take that," she said, loosening his grip so she could carry the load and also grabbing her sneakers.

"Just trying to be a good host."

"Nikki said you were nice."

"She did, did she?" Brad was curious what else Nikki had told Casey.

"Uh huh. She also said you were ..." Casey paused, trying to find the word Nikki had used. "Accommodating!" she finally blurted out.

Brad laughed, knowing why Nikki would say that but hoping not much else had been revealed. Opening his mouth to respond, Brad thought better of it, catching himself before he asked too many questions.

"Follow me then," he told her and made his way to his bedroom.

Upon entering, Casey dropped her bag near the door and as with her greeting, launched herself on to his bed, lightly bouncing to a halt. She lay on her side, propping her head up on her arm, an inviting grin on her lips.

Looking down at her pose, Brad slid on to the bed in front of her, Casey immediately reaching out to grab him behind the neck and pull him close to kiss him. Shortly thereafter she pushed against him, forcing him on to his back, and rolled on top of him, her bountiful breasts pressed between them, her skirt drawn up almost to her waist so her legs could straddle him.

Sitting upright, she quickly removed her top then undid the clasp of her bra, her breasts falling free with a jiggle.

Brad could only stare at her full forms, their wonderful shapes inviting him to touch them. Reaching up, he gently took hold of each in a hand, feeling how much heavier they were compared to Nikki's.

"Nice, huh?" Casey joked, leaning over and resting her hands on his shoulders so her breasts hung free.

"Very nice," was all he could say, captivated by the sight and touch of her breasts.

"Here," she said, removing his hands and placing them on her narrow waist, then leaning forward.

Brad's face was covered in a pair of young, well endowed breasts while the diminutive, sexually charged being they were attached to sat astride his hips. As Casey moved her shoulders, her breasts rubbed across his face, their soft, firm forms deliciously enticing. Her nipples slid between the valley of his lips, their small bulge inviting him to kiss them as they moved across him.

Sitting upright, Casey looked down and smiled at Brad.

"Things were just getting interesting," he told her, his hands sliding up her back to her shoulders where he both pushed her down and slid her back until Casey was lying on top of him. Reaching up with a hand, he buried it in her hair and pulled her down to kiss her, Casey needing no prodding and willingly following his lead.

As they kissed, Casey reached down and pulled her skirt so it bunched around her waist then moved her body until she found the growing bulge in Brad's shorts. Upon finding it, she rubbed herself against it, Brad becoming harder the longer she rubbed.

"This is what I've been waiting for," she told him in a soft, sultry voice, her hips moving back and forth against him. Her hair framed her face, its length long enough that the tips tickled his face.

Reaching up, Brad bunched her hair and moved it to the side, one hand moving down to apply pressure to her waist while the other slipped between her face and hair to pull her back down.

Firmly kissing her, he pushed against her waist while lifting his hips, the ridge of his hard cock sliding against her panty-covered sex.

"Mmmmm," Casey cooed, lifting her head to release his hand. "That's not nice."

"What isn't nice?" Brad feigned, his hips firmly grinding into her.

"You know I want it and all you're doing is teasing me." Though her words said one thing, her own hips ground against him, Casey trying to position his cock between the folds of her dampening slit.

"I'm teasing you? You're the one who has me on my back, her skirt hiked up around her waist."

Casey giggled then gave him a quick kiss and with one last wiggle of her hips, slid off him to the bed. Lying on her back, she lifted her hips, shimmied out of her skirt and in one motion, tore them and her panties from her, tossing them over the edge. Now naked, she knelt on her knees beside him.

"Ok, let's go," she told him, giving him a nudge with her hand.

"Are we in a hurry?" he asked, lifting up on his elbows to look at her.

"You know it," was the quick reply, Casey leaning down to give him another kiss before swiveling her body and grabbing the waist of his shorts.

"Lift," she told him and as soon as Brad raised his hips, forcefully pulled down his shorts and underwear until they were clear and tossed them to a different part of the room.

"Your shirt," she told, climbing on top of his thighs, a hand immediately taking hold of his cock and pumping him.

"How about please?" Brad joked, still on his elbows looking at her.

"If you don't," she said, "I won't do this for as long as I'm here." With that, she slid to his side and dropped her head into his lap, her mouth swallowing his cock in one gulp.

Brad exhaled as her velvety tongue slid over his shaft, Casey using a hand to toss her hair to the side as she sucked on him. With very firm suction she pulled on him, her lips sealed around him as her hand pumped him.

"Okay," Brad said, "you win." Sitting up, he pulled off his shirt and tossed it on the floor, watching as Casey's head bobbed in his lap. Either not hearing him or ignoring him, she continued to suck on him, her lips dragging against his shaft. Occasionally she would pause and use her tongue to lick his bulbous head, her touches fleeting and invigorating.

Brad inhaled when she did, his body tensing as she pulled on him, then relaxing when she resumed sucking on his entire length.

"I thought you had other plans," Brad told her, his eyes glued to Casey's oral performance.

"Just a little bit more," she said, stopping only long enough to get the words out.

"If you get a little bit more," Brad countered as he leaned forward and took hold of her waist, pulling and dragging her body towards him until with a little bit of effort he had her by his side, "then so do I." With that, he grabbed her thighs and lifted her small frame, leaning back enough so her leg cleared his head whereupon he lay back on the bed and positioned his face between her thighs.

Throughout this Casey never lost her grip, her mouth locked on to him as she was positioned. Only when he lifted her, pointing her at a slight downward angle so she had to brace herself on her hands, did she squeal, but her mouth never left his cock. Now, with his face under her pussy, Brad dove right in, Casey again squealing with stuffed mouth, her patch of hair rubbing against his chin.

With his hands he held on to her ass, its taut plumpness providing a good handhold. She had a clean taste, warm and wet with desire, and Brad pressed his mouth against her, shaking it back and forth, hearing Casey moan as he did.

Sliding her head forward, his cock having an uninterrupted path to her throat, Casey took as much as she could into her mouth, feeling his cock head touch the back of her throat where she held him for several seconds, hearing Brad groan as she momentarily tightened around his head.

In response, Brad vigorously lapped his tongue over her, Casey's toes curling as her sharp squeal pierced the room. Dropping his cock from her mouth, she sat up and back, pressing down on to Brad's face. Moving her hips in small circles, she told him, "Oh yeah ... right there," and ground her pussy on to his mouth.

With his hands still grasping her ass, Brad lifted her just enough so his tongue barely had to cross his lips for it to swipe against the compact folds of skin between her legs. Casey exhaled and wiggled her hips as he did, her hands on his thighs for support. Her head looked up, her expression one of bliss as her body was given what it had been denied for the past week.

"Oh gawd," she blurted out, sucking in her breath as she pressed herself more firmly on to his tongue. She began to rock forward and back, Brad holding his tongue out for her to use as she wished. Her clit slid over it, Casey shivering each time she touched it, her hands clenching and releasing his thighs as she did.

Hearing her soft moans, Brad withdrew his tongue and lifted his head, Casey letting out a long, quivering exhale as his mouth began to suck on her.

Brad slid his hands up her back, pushing against her, Casey lowering herself back into position, a hand taking hold of his cock and pumping him. For a brief moment she sucked on him, her mouth softly sliding over his shaft, but she couldn't concentrate on what she was doing as his mouch drew her out. She lay her head next to his cock, her hand still rhythmically pumping him, licking her lips as her arousal grew, her legs spread wide so her pussy was open for him to taste.

He sucked on her, gently pulling on her folds and letting them snap free before again taking them into his mouth. He laid one hand on the small of her back, feeling the gentle curve of her body while the other hand slid higher between her shoulders. In this way he could hold her, her warmth covering him as he tasted her.

The movement of his hands shook Casey from her sexual fog, her head lifting to sink his cock back into her mouth where she attacked it with renewed vigor. She didn't just suck on him, she devoured him. The fingers of her hand held tight about his shaft as her head pistoned up and down, her lips firmly clamped about him as she tried to get him to cum.

She tossed her head, clearing her hair from her face, and used only her tongue to rapidly flick against his cock head. His cock was held ramrod straight, her lips sliding across his head and down until his length disappeared in her mouth.

Now it was Brad's turn to moan, his hips trembling as she sucked on him, his own legs spreading wide as a hand slid down to rub his balls. Applying pressure, Casey rubbed his swollen sack, a finger or two diving down to graze his opening, Brad's hips momentarily bucking as she did.

Brad's mouth sealed tight against her slit and with his tongue lapped at her spot, Casey immediately moaning as his dick popped from her mouth. She still held his cock in her hand, the other now supporting her body as she partially raised herself off him. Lowering her ass, it fell squarely on to Brad's face where she left it, wanting him to finish her.

Furiously he licked her, feeling her body tense as her short breaths sounded in the room. She squeezed his cock as he sucked her, her body on the knife's edge, every nerve on fire as she was eaten. She was close, very close, her hips again rocking, driving herself on to his mouth.

Like a hot rushing wave her release came, her body twisting in his hands as her ass lightly bounced at his every touch. Her open mouth sang, her cries growing louder, her body twitching each time his tongue scraped across her clit, her voice becoming more shrill, more desperate. With a final, ragged gasp she sank on to him, her warm breath spilling across his dick, her throat dry as she swallowed.

Brad became more gentle, kissing rather than sucking, his tongue sliding across different spots as her limp body heaved on top of him. Finally he did stop, holding his position as Casey stirred, lifting herself on outstretched arms.

Without a word she lowered her head, her mouth sliding over his cock and sucking on him, her touch not as firm as before as her hair grazed his skin. The wet sounds of her mouth were the only sounds in the room, her body still lifted off him, her head bobbing up and down in a controlled dance.

Brad picked up where he had left off, gently kissing and licking her wet pussy, enjoying her touch and taste. His hands caressed her back, her body now more lively as it moved against him, a hand holding his cock for her mouth. Casey swirled her tongue about his pliable head, her lips then sealing about his shaft and sliding his cock in and out of her mouth.

She heard him groan, felt his cock twitch in her mouth, and knew he was close. A hand slid to his sack, feeling how full it was and she redoubled her efforts so she could drink him dry. As she did, Brad's hips rose and fell, his body taking over as she sucked on him.

In and out his cock went, his thickness spreading her lips, his length sinking deep to touch her throat before pulled away. He pressed down on her back, holding her where she was, his motions becoming faster.

Casey matched him, her head bobbing more quickly, the edge of her palm pressing down on his sack as she pumped him. She breathed hard, her lips never leaving his shaft, wanting to taste him.

Very soon Brad was fucking her face, his hands clamped on her back, his hips strongly thrusting upward, driven by the need to cum. Pulling his mouth from her, he grimaced, the aching of his balls letting him know he was close. Faster he went, his cock plunging itself into Casey's mouth, a mouth which never let him leave

She felt his cock throb and seconds later his stream coated her mouth, his hardness complete as her hand pumped his pulsing shaft. Again he shot into her mouth, her throat greedily swallowing him as her lips sealed against him.




Gift of the Graduates Ch. 04



Brad groaned, his hips bucking on the bed, panting as he came. Her hand squeezed his sack as his cock thrust deep into her mouth, his cum spilling out to be drunk, his balls being forcefully emptied. His dick shoved its way past her lips, the fire of her touch almost painful as she sucked on him, his hands digging into her back as he bore down.

With long, controlled thrusts Brad came to a halt, Casey gently sucking on him, hearing him moan as she did. With a final jerk of his hips as she let him slide free Casey lifted herself off him then leaned down and kissed his softening dick before lying next to him.

Brad wrapped an arm behind her and pulled her close, Casey resting her head on his shoulder as her arm lay across his chest.

"I thought you wanted something else," Brad joked as he gave her a squeeze and caught his breath.

Casey giggled, telling him, "You felt good so I went with it. Besides," she continued, twisting to look at him, "we have all night for you to recover." She kissed his shoulder and settled back against him.

"All night?" Brad asked. "You mean I'm not going to get any sleep?"

"Not if I can help it," she told him, snuggling against his warm body.

Brad lifted his head to look at her, wondering if what Lindsey had said was true. She might just kill him.

It wasn't long before Casey stirred, climbing on top of him to rest her chin on her crossed arms and staring at him.

"What?" he asked, lifting his head to look at her.

"Just waiting."

"Waiting?"

"For you." Casey grinned, a small giggle following close behind.

Understanding what she meant, Brad ran his hands over her back and followed its curves with one hand eventually coming to rest on the small of her back while the other worked its way under her hair to hold her shoulder. Casey turned her head and laid it on her arms, enjoying his touch.

"I have another idea," he told her.

"What?" she asked without lifting her head.

"As it's going to be a bit, why don't we go make supper and by the time we're done, we can pick up where we left off."

"Supper? Now?" Casey inquired.

Tossing his head, he pointed her towards the clock showing her it was nearly five.

"By the time we've eaten, I promise I'll be ready."

Raising her head, she looked at him and smiled, climbing the short distance up his body to give him a quick kiss.

"Okay," she told him, "but you better be ready. I've waited all week for this."

"Yes ma'am," Brad replied in a crisp voice.

With another smile, Casey slid off him and bounced to the floor to wait for him. As Brad went to get off the bed he took a long look at "the runt", noticing the nearly hourglass figure she had despite, or maybe because of, her small stature. She wasn't as lithe as either Lindsey or Nikki, her compact form having more curvy features which Brad found very appealing. Rising, Brad laid his hand on Casey's back and directed her towards the kitchen.

"What are you making?" she asked as she stopped next to the table.

"I'm not making anything. We are."

Casey gave him a questioning look and waited as Brad pulled several items from the refrigerator.

"You," he started, setting several items to the side, "are going to make the salad." He opened a bag of lettuce, placed a cucumber along side it and retrieved a small box of tomatoes from the counter which he laid next to the vegetables. Taking a knife from the cutting block, he set out a small cutting board and two bowls then turned to Casey.

"Here you go. Have at it."

She looked at him without saying a word, almost unsure what she should do.

"Let me guess, you've never done this before," Brad asked.

"Only the lettuce part," she told him.

"Okay, come here."

Casey stepped up to the counter and Brad stood behind her. When she took hold of the cucumber she looked up at him and smiled, Brad giving her a grin in return.

"You wish I were that big, don't you?" he joked.

"I don't know, it seems awfully big. But I could try!" They laughed in unison, Brad laying the vegetable on the cutting board and watching as she used the peeler to remove the deep green rind. When she was done, Brad placed his hand over hers and walked her through the slicing process, making sure she kept her fingers curled and out of the way of the knife edge.

"Looks good," he told her as he stepped back and watched. Casey turned her head and smiled then resumed her slicing. Seeing that she had things under control, Brad got out a large pot, filled it water, added some salt and started heating it on the stove.

While that was happening, he sliced and diced some chicken, put the cut meat to the side, then made a pesto in a food processor.

Casey had finished her part and watched as Brad made their meal, not saying a word as he moved with ease in his kitchen. She smiled at him when he turned around and leaned against the counter, crossing his arms and looking at her.

"Almost ready," he told her as he waited for the water to boil.

Without a word she came up to him and leaning her shoulder against him, reached out and took hold of his dick, giving it several wiggles back and forth.

"Not quite," she said, looking up and smiling.

Brad laughed at her gesture then leaned down and gave her a kiss, telling her, "Patience."

"But I want it now," Casey grumbled. As if to emphasize her desire she gave him a reciprocal kiss then knelt before him, taking his hanging dick into her mouth. Her hand held him in position as she sucked, her mouth sliding back and forth over his soft shaft.

Brad didn't say anything as he looked down and watched Casey's high sex drive make itself known. She was working to get him hard, her head slowly bobbing back and forth, her mouth dragging over his slowly growing size.

Looking over his shoulder, Brad saw the water was almost at a boil and looking back down, had to make a decision. Casey's mouth was doing its job, her hand pumping him as she sucked on him, his body coming to life under her ministrations.

"I need to put the pasta in," he told her, his hand sliding over the side of her face for emphasis.

"Awwwp," Casey whined as she pulled her mouth from him, her hand still sliding over him. "You were just getting ready."

Brad chuckled then reached his fingers under her jaw and pulled her up, telling her, "Patience."

With a small snort Casey let him go and stood, watching as Brad poured the pasta into the pot, the last step before dinner would be ready. When he turned around he saw Casey had climbed on to the table and was sitting on the edge, her legs partially spread. When they looked at one another she reached out with her arms, signaling him to come to her.

With a shake of his head and a grin on his face, Brad did as she asked, Casey opening her legs wider so he could come up tight to her. With soft touches of her fingers she grazed his cock, looking up and smiling.

"We have a few minutes, right?" she asked hopefully.

Again Brad chuckled at her insistence, telling her, "Relax. You don't want to wear me out too quickly, do you?"

Casey wrinkled her mouth, telling him, "But I've waited all week for this!"

Bending over, Brad gave her a tender kiss, Casey barely acknowledging it, her hips inching forward until she was almost off the table.

"How about this instead?" he asked and knelt before her. Placing his hands on the inside of her knees, he pushed her legs apart and laid a kiss on her pussy.

Casey leaned back on her outstretched arms and watched his head move between her legs. His hands held her legs back as his tongue flicked over her sex. He sucked on her, her hips moving as he did, his tongue lapping where her nub should be and was rewarded with a breathy exhale.

It didn't take long for Casey to get in the mood, her head lolling back, mouth open as she was eaten. Grasping her legs behind the knees, Brad pushed them up and apart, Casey spreading her arms wider to steady herself in this unbalanced position. She watched as he licked her, feeling his tongue slide in and out of her, his hands firmly holding her in place.

Just as she was getting warm and tingly, Brad let her legs down, stood and gave her a quick kiss.

"Almost time," he told her as he checked on the pasta.

Casey sat on the table, somewhat miffed at the abrupt cancellation of her fun, and watched as Brad finished their meal. He mixed the parts together then scooped out their portions and set them on the table, Casey stretching out her arms to him. Brad helped her off the table and gave her backside a light tap, Casey dancing away as she went to her chair.

The two talked, Casey's mind on one subject at times, Brad then steering their conversation to other topics. When they finished, Casey popped up from her chair, almost bouncing with happiness as she looked at him.

"Ready?" she asked.

"Okay, okay. I get the hint," Brad answered, grinning at her impatience.

"Do you have a DVD player?" Casey asked.

"Sure. Out under the tv. Why?"

"I have a surprise," Casey told him then left the kitchen and went to her bag in the bedroom. When she returned she held a movie in her hand. Brad reached out and saw the title, laughing at the obviousness of the movie.

"I guess you're really wound up, huh?" he asked.

"Uh huh," Casey giggled, taking back the movie and pressing it to her.

"Alright," Brad said, "you've waited long enough. Let's go."

Casey all but squealed, taking his hand and dragging him to the living room where she found the player and after taking a few moments to figure out how to use it, inserted the disc.

"Turn it on! Turn it on!" she told him, scurrying to sit beside him on the floor, the coffee table between them and the tv. As she adjusted herself, she looked at him and asked why they were on the floor.

"Because I prefer not to have a wet spot on the couch," Brad deadpanned.

Casey laughed, stretching up to give him a kiss then settling next to him.

Using the remote, Brad turned on the tv then the setting for the video. The end of the government warning flicked off to be replaced by a menu of the various parts of the movie.

"So where do I go?" he asked, letting her decide what to watch.

"Number three," she told him, pointing at the screen.

Dutifully doing as instructed, Brad selected scene three and waited as the disc found the appropriate spot, the picture changing to a young woman, short like Casey, lying naked on the bed reading a book. In a few moments a man appeared next to the bed and something that was supposed to be dialogue was exchanged between the two. In short order her mouth was wrapped around his thick cock and the camera zoomed in for a close up.

"So this is what you do in your spare time," Brad remarked, his eyes watching the performance on the screen.

"Only when I'm alone and horny," Casey giggled, she too watching the woman's oral gymnastics.

It didn't take long before Casey's hand slid to Brad's lap and took hold of his cock, slowly pumping him as they watched. As Brad was aroused by the man's cock burrowing into the woman's pussy it didn't take long for him to get hard and almost as soon as he was ready, Casey dropped her head into his lap and sucked on him. She tossed her head so her hair fell to the side and twisting herself, looked up, her tongue dancing on the underside of his cock head.

Brad watched as she put on a performance to rival what was on screen, her lips reaching out to kiss his purple head then nibbling its way down his shaft. With a few final pumps of her hand Casey shifted positions and straddled his legs, her hand still wrapped around his now hard cock.

His hands holding her about the waist, Brad smiled as she played with him, his eyes flicking back and forth to catch glimpses of the on screen action, the woman now on her back as the man fucked her hard, her breasts bouncing up and down in time to their motions.

Casey looked over shoulder to watch, the sounds of the woman arousing her own sexual needs. With a smile, Casey lifted herself on her knees and climbed up so Brad's erect cock was positioned directly below her pussy. Holding him in place with her hand, she sat down, impaling herself on his length.

"Uhhhhh," she sighed, her body relaxing as she sank on to him. Leaning in, she wrapped her arms behind his neck, her ample breasts resting against his chest.

"Feel good?" Brad jokingly asked, his hands automatically going to the small of her back to hold her against him.

"Uh huh," Casey replied in a satisfied voice. Moving her hips in small circles, she adjusted herself, feeling his cock swirl inside her.

Unlike her previous, furtive demeanor, Casey took her time. She raised herself and let his shaft scrape the area where her clit would be, feeling the small vibrations ripple through her body. Her breasts slid across his chest, the roughness of his hair tantalizing against her hardening nipples.

Brad lowered his head and rubbing it against her cheek, found her lips, kissing her as she rode him. His hands caressed her back, one sliding down to grasp her under her ass and help lift her, the other under her hair to her shoulder where he could push her down as he lifted his hips.

Casey pushed herself off him, her hands on his shoulder, undulating on top of him. She worked her hips in circles then back and forth, making sure no spot of her pussy was left untouched by his cock.

Watching her actions, Brad reached out with a hand and took hold of a breast, lifting it and her to his mouth so he could suck on it, his tongue flicking across her hard nipple, hearing shallow breaths emanate from behind her pink lips. Casey looked down as he sucked on her, her pussy growing wetter and hotter the longer he continued, the sounds of the movie adding to her desires.

Rubbing his face against the rounded forms of her breasts, Brad enjoyed their rounded firmness, their shapes sliding across his face, her nipples dragging across his skin.

Taking his face between her hands, Casey leaned in and kissed him, her tongue diving deep into his mouth as they moved against one another. Brad's hips moved as best he could, Casey doing most of the work as she wiggled against him, lifting herself now and then to bounce in his lap.

Breaking their embrace, Casey softly told him, "You feel so good."

"See," Brad got out before taking his own breath, "patience."

Casey smiled and picked up her pace, her legs lifting her frame then letting it fall on his cock. Over and over she did this, Brad feeling his balls swelling as the friction of their bodies brought him close.

"Slow down," he told her, the sounds from the movie now changed as the woman's voice whimpered under the fucking she was receiving. He heard those sounds, his body reacting to them and Casey's motions.

"Okay," was the soft reply, her hands again holding his shoulders as she barely moved her hips, her pussy lightly contracting around his shaft. They stayed like this for a time, Brad eventually reaching out to find the remote and muting the sound from the tv, his concentration now fully attuned to Casey.

Though she felt good in his lap, Brad wanted to take control and holding her against his chest, twisted and rolled the two of them so she was lying on the floor. Casey smiled, knowing what he was going to do, her arms still loosely held behind his neck from their switched positions.

Brad kissed her, softly, his hips beginning to move, his cock sliding easily to and fro. Dipping his head and curling his body, he again sucked on a nipple, Casey's fingers sliding across his shoulders as he pleasured her. With the barest of force Brad bit down on a pink nub, hearing a sharp inhale and feeling Casey arch her back as he held her between his teeth.

She moaned, her fingers digging into his skin as he bit down harder. Sucking on the hardened nipple, he let it slip from his lips, feeling it snap from his grasp as Casey relaxed under him. He felt her hands pull him down, her mouth greedily seeking out his, her legs pulled back as she opened herself fully to him.

Without further prodding and still kissing her, Brad reached under her shoulders and held her as he began to fuck her in earnest. His hips slapped against her, his hands holding her in place as her body jerked beneath him, her mouth breaking free as she took short breaths.

"Fuck me," he heard her say in his ear, her arms squeezing him tight, her knees bent back even further.

Driving himself hard into her, Brad took deep breaths, pacing himself, their mingled breaths chugging in the otherwise silent room. A quick glance at the screen showed the scene had changed, a woman now on all fours as a massive cock was about to be shoved in her ass, her head twisted as she spoke something to the man the kneeling behind her.

"Don't watch!" Casey shouted at him, grabbing his head and forcefully turning it to look at her. "That's for later," she finished, her eyes momentarily closing as Brad's cock plunged into her.

"What?" he asked, not sure what she meant.

"That's ... for later," she panted, licking her lips as she felt herself getting close.

"Really?"

Casey nodded her head, giving him a quick smile as she nibbled her lip in concentration.

"Oh god," Brad growled, now knowing what awaited him later that night. That understanding was all that was needed and he thrust hard into Casey, his hips slamming into hers, his balls damp from her wetness. Like a machine he fucked her, her body moving under him despite his tight grip on her shoulders. Her breasts, like the woman in the previous scene, bounced back and forth, their motion almost hypnotizing as Brad looked down.

"Come on," Casey encouraged him, "fuck me good. I've waited all week for this."

Lifting his hips high, Brad plunged down into her, their bodies slamming together as his hard cock pistoned in and out. Casey's body jerked with each thrust, her breathy exhale quickly followed by a sharp inhale before he plunged into her again.

Her hands dug into his shoulders, almost clawing at him as she got what she had looked forward to. Her pussy was hot, its slickness coating the cock which pounded into it, a tension growing moment by moment, squeezing Brad tight when he was inside her.

"Oh ...," Casey squealed, her voice cut short as she bore down, her hips curling back as her orgasm surged through her body. Her arms were locked in a death grip behind his neck, Brad unable to lift himself from her as he continued to pump his hips.

As his cock was pulled almost clear from her, the sensation of her wet vaginal lips spreading to engulf him sent shivers through his body and he lost control. Frantically he drove himself into her, his body on a single-minded mission to empty itself into her, his own arms gripping her tight as he fucked her in a frenzied release.

Unlike the first time, Casey didn't cry out, only breathy whimpers being heard as she held him tight, her eyes screwed shut as she was fucked. Her body was tense and curled, her legs pulled back against her body as her exposed pussy was given what it desired.

Brad gave it his all, breathing heavily, almost panting, his cock pulsing as it plunged into her. As he slowed, he embedded his cock fully before withdrawing it, feeling her warm, wet embrace until he came to a halt. He didn't let his full weight press into her, her body now uncurled and breathing heavily beneath him. Moments later he he felt a small ripple run across his cock as Casey caressed his back.

Letting her arms fall to floor with a thump, her legs sliding forward to a more comfortable position, Casey grinned contentedly, her eyes closed as she relaxed.

Lifting himself on his arms, Brad looked down at her prone body, her face outlined by her dark hair spread behind her. He was still catching his breath when Casey opened her eyes and smiled, her arms reaching up to gently take hold of him and pull him back down to kiss him.




Gift of the Graduates Ch. 04



"I take it that's what you wanted?" Brad rhetorically asked.

"Uh huh," Casey purred, wiggling her body underneath him.

"So it was worth the wait?"

"Uh huh," was again the reply.

They stayed like this, her arms holding him to her, until Brad softened and slipped from her, Casey snorting as he left her.

"Be back," he told her and waddled away to get cleaned up.

When he returned he had a blanket in his arms and found Casey still in the same position he had left her. She lifted her head when she heard his return, giving him a smile as she looked at him.

"Should I turn off the movie?" he asked, watching the scene unfold on the tv.

"For now," she told him as she turned over and got to her feet.

"You know where everything's at?" Brad asked.

Casey nodded and made her way down the hall. Alone for the moment, Brad hit stop on the DVD, the room taking on a blue glow as the auxiliary mode of the tv took over. Changing the setting, he turned to a news channel then went to the kitchen and turned off the light, the tv now providing the only source of illumination.

Spreading the blanket on the floor, he leaned against the couch as he waited for Casey to return, letting his body recharge. It wasn't long before he felt the vibration in the floor telling him she was returning and seconds later she flopped down beside him.

Brad snaked an arm behind her and pulled her close, Casey adjusting herself to a comfortable position, the two silent and not paying attention to whatever the talking head on the screen was saying. After several minutes Brad turned his head, Casey looking up as she felt him move.

"So, about that thing I wasn't supposed to look at," he began.

Casey giggled, looking up at him with a knowing smile before telling him, "That will be the last thing for tonight. When you're ready."

"I thought you said you would be keeping me up all night."

More giggling, then, "I was just saying that," she told him. "Once you stick me in the ass, I'll be washed out for the night."

Brad lifted himself upright and took a long look at the brunette, unsure if she was playing with him.

"Are you sure?"

Stretching up to give him a kiss, Casey twisted her body until she was again straddling him.

"That's something else I've been waiting for," she quietly told him.

As before, Brad almost asked a question but caught himself just in time. He was curious as to how this ball of energy came to like anal but wasn't going to pry into her personal life. The fact that she was here and willing to give herself to him was all he needed to know.

Sliding her legs back, Casey leaned against him, feeling his warm body against hers, her arms curling in front of her as the two enjoyed the other. They were nearly asleep when Casey roused herself, giving Brad a light kiss before standing and stretching.

Brad watched as she twisted her body then rose himself and did the same, feeling the soreness in his butt from sitting on the hard floor for so long.

"You ready?" she cheerfully asked as she stood before him.

"Am I ready? Shouldn't I be asking you if you're ready?"

"I'm almost always ready for it," she told him, "but I rarely let anyone do it."

Brad was confused. From the little he was told about her, it sounded like Casey was an oversexed teenager. Now it sounded like something else.

"I have to ask," he started. "Don't take this the wrong way, but from what I've been told, you wear guys out. Guys your age. I was told you might kill me because you're so horny. Now you're telling a different story. Which is it?"

Casey wasn't sure what Brad meant and gave him a confused, quizzical look before finally understanding what he was getting at.

"If you're asking if I sleep around, the answer is sort of. I've had a few boyfriends since I was fourteen but I don't now."

"So you're not a sex crazed teenager?"

"Oh no, I am," she replied. "I just don't do it with everyone that walks by. I have to get to know them before I sleep with them."

Brad felt a little better, though why he should be asking these questions of her and not the others he wasn't sure.

"And the anal thing?" he pressed, his curiosity getting the best of him.

Wrinkling her mouth in thought before answering, Casey told him, "I let a guy do it one time and it felt so good, I let the next guy do it as well!"

"And the movie?"

Casey giggled, telling him, "It has a great anal scene which gets my juices flowing every time I watch it!"

Brad could only laugh at her response, any further questions he had shoved away behind closed doors.

"Do you need to watch it now?"

A brief pause was evident before she replied, "We can. Just a little bit to get me in the mood. And you too!"

Rolling his eyes, Brad sat down on the blanket, tapping his hand next to him to get her to sit down. Settling in beside him, Casey watched as Brad put it back in DVD mode and selected scene four. The scene began with a woman appearing in a tight black dress and heels standing in a living room talking on the phone. She was telling whomever she was talking to that they could come over any time.

The two watched the staged scene play out, the two actors quickly moving to the bedroom followed by his pants falling to the floor as she bent over the bed. Moments later they came to the point Brad had seen earlier and they watched as the thick cock was pressed into a bodily orifice that seemed too small to take it.

The cock pressed in, soon popping inside the anal opening and the fucking began with the woman oohing and ahhing in exaggerated pleasure.

"So you like this?" Brad absently asked, watching as the woman's ass was stretched wide at the cock's entrance.

"Uh huh," Casey casually replied, her own eyes glued to the scene unfolding before them. She squirmed a bit as she watched, partially because of what she was seeing and the effect it was having on her, and partially because she couldn't wait to feel Brad do the same thing to her. Glancing down, she saw Brad's dick was beginning to grow hard and she grinned, returning to the anal scene on the tv.

As the woman's shoulders were forced down to the bed, Casey slid her body forward then took Brad's hand and placed it between her legs, positioning his fingers until his middle finger was resting on her opening.

"Play with me," she quietly said, closing her eyes and listening to the sounds of the woman on the screen.

Brad pressed his finger into her, not quite entering, his finger swirling around the puckered opening, feeling it twitch as he did. Digging harder, his finger pushed its way inside, Casey inhaling and tensing before coming back to rest. She turned her head and smiled at him.

"Like that," she told him, sliding her body down more and spreading her legs. Brad's finger burrowed deeper, past the second knuckle and doing the only thing he could do, he wiggled his finger inside her.

Casey let out a shivering exhale, her lips parted as the finger scraped her insides. Her right hand slid to her pussy, her fingers rubbing the damp folds of skin, while her left hand snaked across his arm to reach out and take hold of his dick. With a firm grip she slowly pumped him, Brad's dick firming quickly as she did, the sounds of the woman's voice crying out in mock ecstasy adding to his arousal.

Casey moaned as Brad wiggled his finger inside her, her hips momentarily lifting as her hand rubbed against her pussy. Her eyes were closed, her labored breathing mixing with the near breathless sounds of the actress.

Sliding tight next to her, Brad used his finger to fuck her ass, Casey immediately inhaling, her back arching as she let out a throaty moan. Her fingers moved fast, her breaths short and sharp as she masturbated while his finger pumped in and out.

Her hand around his cock yanked up and down in time to his finger, Brad's heart beating faster as he watched her pleasure herself and him at the same time. She moved against his finger, her muscles clenching and relaxing against him.

"Fuck me in the ass," Casey breathed, her eyes opening wide. The woman in the movie moaned loud and long, her throaty release filling the room.

Pulling his finger from her ass, she leaned over and sucked on his cock, leaving it wet with her saliva then coated several fingers of her hand with her own juices and smeared them over his cock head and shaft.

Without another word she turned around, bending her body so her face rested on the floor then reached back with her hands and pulled apart her ass cheeks.

Brad looked at the presented ass, her puckered hole pulled partially open, and took hold of his cock before kneeling behind her. Placing the pliable head at her opening, he pushed in just enough so she parted, then leaned in more heavily. Her anal ring flexed and spread, his cock slowly pushing in until the head popped through followed by the beginning of his shaft.

"Easy," she breathed, her hands pulling harder to give him more room.

He watched as his length began to disappear into her, hearing her take deep breaths, her knees spreading a few inches wider.

"A bit harder," she told him, trying to relax as much as possible. 

"Hold it!" she suddenly panted. Brad froze, feeling her cinch around him, his dick squeezed tight by the constriction of her ass.

"Okay," she exhaled, "a bit more."

Pushing forward, his cock slid deeper into her until she told him to stop.

"Give me a bit," she said, "I need to .... oh god this feels good!" Her face contorted in a combination of pain and pleasure as her ass adjusted to him, her deep breaths rushing in the room. After a few more breaths she gave him the signal to continue, releasing her hands and curling them next to her body.

"You almost all in?" she asked, her hands clenched as she bore his entrance.

"Almost," was the answer, Brad taking his time to slowly slide himself in.

"Ohh....!" Casey shrieked face down into the floor, her body shivering as the last of his cock pressed into her.

"You okay?" Brad quickly asked, concern in his voice that he might be hurting her.

"Uh huh," was the whimpered reply. Then silence.

"Casey?"

Turning her head, Casey was just able to look at him, her mouth turned up in a wide smile.

"You're just ... a bit bigger ... than I'm used to," she breathed, moving strands of her hair from her face, her back sinking down as she held her ass high.

Brad was relieved she was okay, then he felt her ass squeeze his buried shaft.

"Ow!" he called out.

Casey giggled, telling him, "You're not leaving me until you're done."

Taking hold of her hips, he pulled his hips back, the friction as his shaft drug across her anal ring rippling across his dick, its effect forcing him to push himself back in.

"Uh!" Casey gasped as her small frame was forced into the floor.

His cock buried in her ass, Brad felt how hot she was, his dick enveloped by a velvety fire which begged him to stay inside. Slowly pulling back, his length dragging against her walls, Casey took several deep breaths as a small shudder ran through her body.

"Fuck that feels good," she told him, breathing quickly as the head of his cock neared her opening.

Brad could agree with that sentiment. It felt good to fuck her ass, her tightness causing his own breaths to grow short and sharp, his heart beginning to race. He didn't know how long this would last, but he was loving every second of it.

"I want to feel you cum in me," she told him, again twisting her head to look at him.

"I don't think this can end any other way," Brad grunted, getting himself under control.

Casey giggled, her eyes squeezing closed as his cock drove its way inside, gritting her teeth at the intrusion.

"Oh yeah ... that's the spot," she moaned, her arms curled under her, her fists balled tight.

His hips coming into contact with her ass, Brad pushed himself even deeper, the tightness of her young ass stretching him.

"Oh ... gahh ... that's ... uhhhh!" was all Casey could whimper, her body becoming tense as his cock went as deep into her as he could get.

Brad was feeling it too. The tightness of her ass, the friction of their bodies, he was almost ready to cum. He gritted his own teeth, taking deep breaths, doing his best to delay the inevitable.

"Fuck me," Casey groaned, her body shaking as Brad pulled back then thrust his hips forward.

It wasn't long before his control waned and his body took over, his cock diving into her ass and sending jolts of electricity through him.

Casey squealed, her body shuddering as her ass was fucked, his hips pounding against her as he drove his cock into her. Seconds later Brad shot his load deep into her, feeling himself milked by Casey's spasming hole. She moaned, her anal orgasm slamming into her, her young body a quivering pile of flesh as she splayed her arms out for support.

Brad kept gushing, his balls aching as they were drained as if a dam had burst. He was getting dizzy from breathing so hard, his body refusing to let him stop, Casey's moans and breathy squeals not helping matters.

When he could cum no more he stopped, his dick still buried in that upturned ass, the panting of their breaths loud in his ears. He was spent, surprised at how powerfully draining this had been, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. Carefully pulling himself from her ass, Casey winced and whimpered as his dick popped free, the sudden release from its tight enclosure having an empty feel.

"You okay?" he asked, taking a few deep breaths as he looked down on her still upraised ass. He gave it a gentle rub, feeling how warm it was.

"Uh huh," was the jittery reply, Casey falling to her side on the floor.

Checking one last time to be sure everything was okay, Brad went and cleaned up, returning to find Casey still lying curled on her side. Crawling behind her, he cradled her in his arms, pulling her still warm body against his.

"Sorry it didn't last long," she quietly told him, "it's been a while. I'll make it up to you tomorrow."

Brad was surprised to hear her say that, telling her, "It's fine. It's been a while for me too."

Turning her head and brushing away some stray hairs, she looked at him, asking, "You did this before?"

"Once, when I was much younger."

This admission made Casey smile and she twisted herself so she was facing him and nestled against him. She didn't stay in this position for long, looking at him and sheepishly asking, "Can you carry me to the bathroom?"

Brad couldn't help but laugh, remembering how Nikki had done almost the same thing.

"Sure," he quietly said, giving her a quick kiss on the forehead. Kneeling next to her, he reached his arms under her legs and behind her back and with a little effort due to the awkward position, picked her up, her head lolling on his shoulder as he carried her the short distance to his bathroom.

"You okay to stand?" he asked, holding her above the floor as he waited for her response.

"Uh huh," was the not too sure answer. Lowering her, he kept an arm around her as she stood, leaving her once he was sure she wouldn't fall over. He went to the other bathroom where he did a quick clean up for the night then going out to the living room, stopped the movie which was still playing and turned everything off.

Using the stream of light coming from his bathroom as a guide, Brad made his way back and turned on the small lamp on his nightstand. Climbing into bed, he waited for Casey, the door to his bathroom half open. Soon the door opened fully and Casey came out, flicking off the light and sliding into bed next to him.

"Okay?" he asked, being the adult.

"Uh huh," she chirped, wiggling up to him and giving a peck on the lips. Lying her head on the pillow, she looked at him through half-closed eyes, her body tucked under the sheet.

"A bit early for you to be going to sleep, isn't it?" Brad joked, nodding his head at the clock which showed it wasn't quite nine thirty.

"I told you I'd be washed out," Casey lazily replied. "But I'll wake you up later tonight, 'kay?"

Adjusting himself on his own pillow, Brad answered, "Tonight? By the way you look, I don't think you'll wake up until noon tomorrow."

Casey's grin grew bigger and moving herself close to him, gave him another quick kiss.

"Nuh uh. Midnight sex is great because you're tired but also horny."

Brad chuckled, giving her a kiss in response.

"If you say so," he told her, rolling over to turn off the lamp then closing his eyes.

"I do," Casey said, getting in the last word as she followed his lead and drifted off.



Gift of the Graduates Ch. 05



Deep in a sound sleep, Brad dreamed of floating in a warm ocean, his body relaxed as he was taken to destinations unknown. His eyes barely opened, the warmth of his body fighting his attempt to wake when a wave lapped against him, his body moving against its warm kiss. He felt content, almost serene as the heat of the waves spilled over him.

With a deep inhale he awoke, feeling a weight lying across his hips. His hand moved down his side and felt the soft skin of a body, then traveling along it until he felt strands of hair beneath his fingers which soon disappeared in the thick mane falling on to his stomach.

Lifting his head he saw the dark outline of Casey facing away from him, the wet sensation on his dick instantly telling him what she was doing. He let his head fall back to his pillow, his fingers curling in her hair, her head slowly moving as she sucked on him. Not hard, not hastening to the end, but long, slow sucking. He felt her mouth slide up his shaft, its warm wetness enveloping him in a comforting embrace.

Her lips slid over his cockhead, their touch an exquisite caress, her hand cradling him as her lips parted and she again took him inside.

"You were right," Brad mumbled, "midnight sex is great."

Pausing only long enough to respond, Casey replied, "Told ya," and resumed her sucking.

She took her time, unhurried as the minutes ticked by, occasionally holding him upright as she gently ran her tongue around his engorged head before noiselessly taking him inside, her hand relaxing its grip as her mouth swallowed him.

Sliding his hand to her back, Brad pressed lightly against it as she took her time tasting him, taking deep breaths to calm himself as her light touch brought him closer to his release. How long she sucked on him he didn't know, but his balls grew sore as she continued and he opened his legs to relieve the slowly growing ache.

Casey's free hand slid to his sack, gently massaging it, her arm pushing his leg back as she kissed her way down his length. When she reached the base of his shaft she ran her tongue across his hairy sack, its firm, slightly wet pressure causing him to groan.

"Should I finish?" her quiet voice asked, her lips kissing his balls as her hand stroked him.

"No," he breathed, his body relaxed but growing tense as she kissed her way up his length and again engulfed him.

"I could be here a while," she told him, pulling his cock from her mouth and licking her lips with barest of sounds.

"That's okay," he replied, though his heart was beating faster the longer she continued. He dug his fingers into her back, applying more pressure as Casey resumed sucking, her touches almost fleeting as she satisfied her need.

With a drawn out coo she pulled her head back, her mouth dragging up his length and ending with a satisfying pop as she pulled free. Lifting herself on to her knees, Casey held his cock upright and let her mouth fall over him, his cockhead grazing the back of her throat.

Brad groaned, arching his back at her touch, his hand firmly planted in her back and pushing down. He took deep breaths, trying to calm himself, the excruciating sensation of this prolonged event taking its toll. His legs were spread as he tried to relieve the throbbing in his balls, doing his best to relax his body and stave off the building explosion.

Still unhurried, Casey bobbed her head up and down, taking her time to savor him, enjoying the sounds and reactions she was causing. Again her free hand massaged his balls, Brad moaning as her hand pressed against him and moved in circles, his hips rising off the bed and momentarily holding themselves suspended until falling back down.

Lying across his hips, Casey sat sideways on her hip, Brad's hand sliding up to her shoulders and pushing firmly against her. As her hand pulled on him she swallowed a large drop of precum which bubbled forth, the warm confines of her hungry mouth wanting more.

Brad panted, wanting to cum to relieve the ache in his balls, but Casey wouldn't let him. She took her time, no longer rubbing his sack though the back of her arm kept his leg pulled back as she deliberately sucked on him.

He wasn't sure how much he could endure, his body ready to explode at any second as this oral session continued. It was then he felt her fingers pulling his balls down and away, her head raised slightly off his stomach. Her other hand wrapped tighter about his shaft, pulling more forcefully but still at a deliberate pace.

Breathing hard, his release near at hand, he realized he couldn't cum as her fingers pulled his balls down. He wanted to cum, desperately, his hips rising and falling in time to her hand yanking on him, but he couldn't. Focusing his concentration, he could feel small drops trickling out, his body unable to do what it wanted.

"Mmmmm," Casey again cooed with a filled mouth, Brad hearing her swallow the few drops of cum which came out. His hand held her down, forcing her down, his aroused state threatening to tear him apart.

Her hand moved and like a bursting dam he came. It was a wondrous release, a strong, uncontrolled torrent of cum shooting free. His hips rose and fell, their movement impeded by her body lying across him, his breaths pounding between his lips.

"Uhh ... ahhh ...." was all he could say, the contractions of his balls shooting streams of cum into Casey's mouth where they were swallowed as quickly as they arrived. She drank from him, her mouth pulling his cum from him, her hand massaging his balls to force his seed from him. His hips pumped his cock into her mouth, the scraping of her lips across his shaft a sublime friction which spurred him on.

Then it passed and a hitherto unknown calm settled over him, his heart thumping in his chest, his body twitching from an unknown source. Casey turned and lay on top of him, her comforting warmth causing him to involuntarily lay his arms across her supple form, followed by a firm kiss before she settled in.

"You sure have a lot," he heard her say, the beating in his chest echoed from hers.

Brad wanted to fall asleep in his utterly relaxed state but opening his eyes, he was confronted by her face inches from his, her features just visible in the wan light of the room. He didn't reply, his body warm and fuzzy and too tired to do so, but he managed to grin before letting himself drift off.

"Don't fall asleep on me," she told him, her hand lightly tapping his chest.

"Hmmm?" was the sleepy reply.

Pushing herself up from him, Casey crawled up his body until she was astride his chest, her legs spread wide as she looked down.

"It's time for you to do some work," she told him.

"Hmm?" was again the reply.

Though he couldn't see it, Casey grinned and leaning forward so her hands were against the headboard, she shifted herself until her knees were beside his head, Brad lazily reaching up to hold her thighs as she got herself into position. Now straddling his face, Casey adjusted herself until she felt her pussy come into contact with his mouth and lowered herself.

"Mow mm I thupps'd to breathe?" she heard him mumble.

With a small giggle she moved her hips back enough so Brad's mouth was the only thing covered.

"Eat me," she directed, looking down and able to see his head outlined against the pillow.

Lazily sliding his hands up her back, Brad did as ordered, tasting her warm, tangy pussy as she sat on top of him. He couldn't move his mouth much, his chin growing wet as she sat on his face. His tongue reached out as best it could, licking her slit and diving between her folds.

"Mmmmm," he heard her coo, "lick me." With a small wiggle of her hips she ground into him, lifting herself just enough so Brad could move his jaw to suck on her.

All the sucking Casey had done to get him hard then make him cum had put her in the mood and she took out her sexual needs on his prone form. When she felt his tongue lick across her wet folds she thrust her hips forward to make contact, its hard tip rubbing across her throbbing clit.

Her hips moving in small in circles as she ground her pussy into his face, she let out a stuttered exhale, her hips jerking when his tongue scraped across her sensitive nub. With one hand still outstretched for balance, she twisted her torso until she could reach back and grabbed hold of his flaccid dick, her fingers wrapping about it and tugging on him.

"Hmmm!" Brad mumbled, his mouth covered by her wet pussy.

The vibrations from his mouth swept across her pussy and she moaned, her hand wrapped around his dick releasing itself as she braced her hands on his headboard and looked down. Her breasts swayed back and forth as she leaned forward, their shapes lightly bouncing against her in time to her motions.

Again and again his tongue lapped at her sex, occasionally diving inside her, its firm length teasing her with what she really wanted. Without realizing it, her hips were moving back and forth in time to his licking, her body jerking with delight every time he touched her.

"Make me cum," she breathed, her need growing more desperate as the moments ticked by. Try as she might, she couldn't find the one spot she wanted his tongue to hit, high-pitched squeaks mingling with her gasps as her hips flexed, her hands curled tight about the top of the headboard in her attempt to make herself cum.

Brad almost couldn't keep up with her, his mouth coated in her juices a bare speed bump as she rocked on top of him. Curling his hands across the top of her thighs, he did his best to hold her in place so he could use his tongue and mouth though the strength of her legs and his prone position allowed her to still move on top of him, just not as much. With his tongue he flicked against her rounded bundle and Casey's throaty groan told him he found what she had been looking for.

His tongue swept across her as fast as he could, Casey squealing as her hands gripped the headboard. Her eyes were screwed shut, her body flexing on top of him as she came, Brad feeling her legs tremble with his every touch. His mouth and chin were soaked in her juices, his mouth sliding effortlessly between her folds as his tongue, now growing sore, lapped at her slit. Though her legs pressed against his ears, he could hear her mewling cries as her body shook, her heaving gasps for air unlike anything he had heard from her so far.

Her body thrashed as her release slammed into her, her nerves on fire at his every touch. She let out a long, ear piercing squeal, her pussy joyfully aching as Brad's tongue lapped at her, her legs growing sore from pressing against the resistance of his hands which held her in place.

"Stop!" she shouted and just as quickly slid her hips back to remove herself from his contact. She panted heavily, looking down between her extended arms at the gray fog of his slick-covered face, her breasts hanging free from her heaving chest. She hung suspended for a time, catching her breath, before sliding down his body and giving him a big, sloppy kiss, coating her mouth with herself.

"That felt good," she purred, her body melting in to his as she lay on top of him. Her head rested on his chest, his warmth seeping into her relaxed body, his arms now lying on her back as he held her. Without another word they dozed off, their sexual needs met for the moment.

Hours later the light of the sun woke Brad, his eyes adjusting to the brightness in room. As he stretched, his arm bumped into Casey lying next to him, her back towards him as she slept. He yawned and felt his face crack, remembering what it meant and swiped his hand across his face to clean it.

Tired, he rolled behind Casey and wrapped his arm around her, his hand sliding between her breasts which held him in place. Her back was cool as he pressed his body against hers, her ass neatly fitting into the curve of his body.

Some time later he was awoken by her movement and opening his eyes saw her turning to face him, eyes closed, arms pulled tight in front of her. Caressing her back, she cracked her eyes open, her body moving closer to him and mumbled, "Hey."

"Hey," was his reply.

Casey nestled her head below his chin, the soft wisps of her breath brushing his throat.

"Some night," Brad said, taking a deep breath and relaxing.

"Mh huh," was the half-awake response.

"Hungry?"

"Mhhh ...." was all Casey could get out as she fought to stay awake. She hadn't felt this relaxed in a while and she wanted to enjoy every moment of it.

"We're going to have to get out of bed sometime," he reminded her, though he was in no mood to do so.

Stretching her arm out, Casey twisted her body away from him, getting the kinks out and looked at him.

"We do?" she joked, her lips turning up in a knowing grin.

"I prefer not to be found starved to death, in bed, with a young woman who let her horniness get the best of her."

"Why not?" she asked, throwing her arm over his shoulder and pulling herself toward him. "At least you'll go out happy."

Brad chuckled, telling her, "True, but I'm hoping that won't happen for a very long time."

"So do I," Casey replied, giving him a kiss then nestling into her pillow. Her hand slid down his body and after moving her hips back, fondled his dick between them.

"Already?" Brad asked, letting her do what she wanted to him.

"Maybe," she said, giving him another kiss. "Just keeping you warmed up."

Laughing, Brad gave her a kiss then pulled himself away from her, Casey snorting as she lost her grip on his dick which had started to swell. Making his way to the kitchen, Brad pulled out the pans he needed and began to make their breakfast; omelets, toast and juice, getting everything ready as he waited for the pan to heat.

He felt Casey come up behind him and give him a reverse hug, her arms wrapping about his waist as she pressed her breasts into him. She held him for some time, her body leaning against his until Brad gently pried her off him and pushed her towards her seat.

It didn't take long for the food to be ready and after eating their fill and cleaning the table, they agreed they should get cleaned up after their late night sexual romp.

"You should see your face," Casey giggled as she waited for Brad.

"Says the girl who sucked me dry then humped my face," he joked back.

With a laughing smile Casey headed to his bathroom, Brad following behind and eyeing her swaying ass. Getting a towel and wash cloth for her, he adjusted the water temperature then let her get inside first. When he looked, he saw Casey staring up at the shower stream, her eyes closed as her face was bathed in the warm flow.

Though he had seen her unclothed most of the evening, Brad took a long look at her form, again noting how her shorter, compact nature had more curves than either Lindsey or Nikki. Coming up behind her, he reached around to her front and cupped her full breasts in his hands, pulling her against him.

Casey twisted her head up and around to look at him, smiling as her hands covered his and leaned back. Though he would have liked to stay like this for a longer time, he released her so she could get cleaned up. They grinned and smiled at each other as they scrubbed the previous days sheen from their bodies, Casey toying with his soapy dick while Brad did the same with her breasts.

Before she rinsed off, Casey turned to face him and leaned over so her soapy breasts fell across his dick which was nearly erect from her playing with him and slid their slippery forms over his length. Unfortunately it was an awkward position and she wrinkled her mouth as she sought out a way to make it happen, finally settling against the soap dish which stuck out from the wall and bracing her feet against the opposite side of the tub.

"Come on," she told him, holding her breasts high and waiting for him to slide his dick between them.

Brad stepped across her, reaching up to restrict the flow of water so it didn't rinse off the soap, and facing her, found the right angle to slide himself into her cleavage. Almost as soon as he did he began to push his hips back and forth, the slick sensation of her soapy breasts offering subdued friction against his taught skin.

"Good, huh?" Casey chirped, looking up and smiling then squeezing her breasts tighter around his shaft.

Brad could only growl as he watched his dick slide back and forth, concentrating on keeping his cockhead clear of soap, his shaft slipping easily against her skin.

In just a few minutes he was ready, his pulse racing as he stopped and held his position, swallowing hard to keep himself from cumming.

Casey didn't let him rest for long as she all but bounced her breasts against his groin as he was so tight against her. In a short time Brad came, Casey smiling as she got him off, feeling his cock pulse between her breasts then shoot its warm, sticky load across her chest before dripping across her.

Brad panted, the sharp release of his streams almost painful as he came on her. He gritted his teeth and locked his legs tight, Casey's slick skin skating across his cock which spurted itself on to her.

He felt weak when he finished, his legs almost buckling, but he held himself aloft as Casey moved from under him and turned the water back on to rinse herself. He felt thirsty, his throat sore and he shook his head to clear his senses. When she was done rinsing his cum from her, Casey turned and gave him a big smile before sliding around him to wash her hair.

The rest of the shower moved quickly, though Brad fondled her ass several times, dipping a finger between her cheeks and fingering her hole which Casey enjoyed and showed it by bending over and spreading herself for him. He never entered her, only swirling the pad of finger against her puckered opening, her anal muscles flexing as they tried to get him inside.

Even above the sound of the shower he could hear her soft moans as she kept backing up, wanting him to stick his finger in her. Enjoying his teasing, Brad didn't give her what she wanted but instead placed a hand on each cheek and pulled them so she barely opened, pointing her so the shower stream fell on that one spot.

Casey squealed as several of the watery jets found their way just inside her, hands outstretched against the wall for support. She twisted her ass, adjusting her position so the streams fell on what she wanted, gasping as her nerves lit up at the watery fingers.

Releasing his hands, Brad let her snap shut, Casey standing upright, her face flush as she stood in the back of the shower. Brad smiled, Casey returning it and telling him, "That was mean!"

"What? You didn't like it?"

"Yes!" she all but shouted, "but now I'm horny and you're not ready!"

Brad laughed, reaching out and pulling her to him and cradling her, Casey wrapping her arms about him and pressing tight.

"Patience," he told her, Casey nestling her head against him as they stood.

When the water started to cool they quickly rinsed then dried themselves. Afterwards, Casey went to her bag and handed him a bottle of lotion then jumped on to his bed, her face lying on her crossed arms.

"I presume madam wants a massage?" Brad joked.

Casey only giggled, looking at him and tossing her damp hair to the side to expose her shoulders. Doing as was expected, Brad squeezed out small globs of lotion and worked them into her dewy skin, Casey lying still and relaxing as his hands rubbed against her. Working his way down her back, Brad massaged the lotion onto her ass, Casey spreading her legs so he could get to the inside of her thighs.

"This isn't helping matters," she mumbled into the bed as his hands kneaded her thighs, more lotion being applied as he traveled down her leg.

"You'll just have to suffer," he joked, grabbing her ankle and lifting her leg to work the lotion into her foot.

"Mmmmmm," he heard her moan, her leg limp in his hand as he pressed his thumbs into the bottom of her foot. Before he let her leg down, he reached out with the tip of his tongue and scraped it along the bottom of her foot, Casey instantly squealing and yanking her foot from his grasp to slam on to the bed.




Gift of the Graduates Ch. 05



"Hey!" she protested, turning her body to glare at him.

"Not in the mood now, are ya?" Brad teased.

Giving him a faux dirty look, Casey lay back down as Brad moved to her other side and continued applying lotion, though this time he didn't lick her foot. When finished, he leaned over and gave her ass a kiss, pressing his lips into her rounded cheek, her skin cool and soft to his touch.

Casey twisted herself to watch and smiled, Brad's mouth moving to her other cheek and repeating its performance before she turned over to lie on her back.

Once she settled in, Brad took a few moments to look down at her prone form, admiring her well proportioned body, her waist more narrow than it appeared when standing and looking down at her.

"What?" he heard her ask, opening her eyes and looking at him.

"Just looking," he told her, lightly running a hand across her flat stomach. Casey smiled and closed her eyes, letting him explore her body as he wished, enjoying his touch as it traveled across her.

Starting at her shoulders, Brad worked the lotion into her skin, applying it to all parts of her breasts as he ran his hands around them. Leaning over, he lightly kissed a nipple, Casey grinning but not saying anything or opening her eyes. Holding his position, Brad flicked his tongue against her then sucked lightly, pressing his lips into her soft forms before releasing her and sitting upright, applying lotion to her torso.

As he went lower, Casey spread her legs, his fingers sliding between them to rub against her inner thighs. He brushed against her pussy, Casey lifting her knees and spreading wider, Brad finishing applying lotion and setting the bottle to the side. Splaying his fingers across her sex, he rubbed along side it, never entering. Her soft folds were mesmerizing, their color beckoning him.

Leaning over, his face upside down as his hands pushed her legs apart, Brad kissed her pussy, his tongue reaching out to slide between her folds, his hands pressing against her thighs.

Casey tried to reach under his body to grab his dick but Brad moved away from her grasp, his hand finding hers and forcing it to lie next to her body. He sucked on her, her clean, wet taste filling his mouth, his fingers pulling her pussy apart, his tongue seeking her out.

Brad took his time, Casey's breaths resonating in the room, her body open for his taking. With the back of his arms he pressed her legs back, her hips rotating so her pussy was almost pointing skyward. Tenderly he kissed and licked her, tasting her, enjoying her, feeling her body move beneath him at his touch.

Casey was soon wet, his mouth getting coated in her juices, his tongue sliding effortlessly between her folds as her soft gasps came to the fore. He dug at her barely visible clit, her moaning and squirming body telling him he had found her spot. Brad firmly pushed her hand away which again sought him out, then moved so he was facing her and grabbing her about the knees, pulled her down the bed until he was kneeling on the floor and her ass was positioned at the edge. Forcing her legs back, he buried his face in her pussy, hearing her squeal as his tongue scraped across her tender bundle. Not stopping there, he flicked his way across the small divide to momentarily burrow his tongue into her puckered opening. Casey moaned and arched her back, her breaths loud and sharp as she twisted on the bed.

Very lightly, almost without pressure, Brad used the tip of his tongue to swirl around her taut ridges, Casey's legs pushing back against his hands at the ephemeral touch. Grabbing the sheet in her hands, Casey's heart raced as she grunted her pleasure, her nerves on fire at his touch. Her anal muscles clenched and released as his damp tongue slid around them, small tremors rippling up her spine to make her shiver from the stimulation. 

Using his forearms to apply pressure to the back of her legs, Brad was able to twist his hands so his thumbs could pry her apart. Into the fractional opening he jammed his tongue, Casey breathing heavily as he wiggled it into her. Letting her snap shut, Brad pressed her legs back, her body partially curled, her ass completely exposed and slopped his tongue over the twitching opening.

Casey mewled her arousal, her bent body jerking as his tongue raked across her. She watched him licking her, her eyes wide as her stunted breaths rasped, and raising a hand, rubbed her fingers across her precious mound.

Her fingers were mere inches in front of him, the slightly wet sound of her pussy being played with as her fingers frantically diddled her folds snapping in the air. Her smell filled his nose as she moaned, clenching her lips as she watched him, her fingers blurring as she drove herself.

Not letting her finish, Brad yanked her legs forward so she was again lying on the bed, her hand losing purchase as she was laid out. Grabbing her behind the knees, Brad furiously licked her, hearing high pitched squeals as her hips began to buck on the bed. His mouth locked about her pussy as his tongue ground into her, the rounded nub repeatedly swiped and flicked as he sucked on her.

"Ahhhy! ... Ahhhy!" was all he heard repeated over and over as her body writhed, her mouth sounding her release. A drawn out moaning exhale, her hips bouncing on the bed, her legs pushing back against his hands, Casey came, every nerve on fire as he sucked and nibbled on her clit.

She thrashed against him, her cries echoing in the room as the tip of his tongue danced across her nub, her hands clenching the sheets as she cried out.

Her voice trailed off into a hoarse growl and Brad stopped, her body instantly relaxing while her legs went limp in his hands. Letting her legs slide down the edge of the bed, Brad went and cleaned his face then lay on the bed next to her, his head propped up in his hand, a hand sliding across her gently rolling stomach.

In time her eyes fluttered open, her head lolling to the side as she forced a grin.

"That felt good," was all she said, her voice sounding as if she had just come awake.

"That's what I like to hear," Brad told her, leaning over and kissing her shoulder. Casey rolled to her side to face him, inching her body against him and nudging her head beneath his chin.

"I'm hungry," he heard Casey mumble, and looked down at her disheveled hair to pull it away from her face.

"You're hungry?"

"Horny," she corrected him.

"I thought you said you were hungry."

"I'm horny," she repeated but made no effort to move.

"If you're horny, shouldn't you be doing something?"

"Can't," she mumbled. "Too tired."

"Then you have a problem."

Casey giggled and looked up at him, pursing her lips to ask for a kiss which Brad willingly provided.

"Wanna fuck me in the ass again?" she asked, lying her head back down.

"Aren't you tired?"

Lifting herself on her arm, she told him, "Yeah, but your digging into my ass got to me and now I want the real thing."

Brad laughed, sweeping his hand down her side and resting it on her hip. The curve of her body distracted him and he didn't hear what she said.

"Huh?" he asked, his attention now on her voice.

"I said you'll need lube this time," she told him. Pointing to her bag, she guided him to what she wanted and when he came back she slid off the bed so her feet were on the floor while her body, from the waist up, was lying on the bed.

"Like this?" he questioned, standing behind her and looking down.

"Uh huh," was her reply as she adjusted her stance.

Opening the lube and squeezing out a small dollop, he warned her, "This is going to be cold," and gave her a moment to prepare before pulling her open and pressing the gelled liquid against her hole. Casey inhaled as he rubbed the lube into her, his finger momentarily popping into her before pulled free.

"Ready?" Brad asked as he looked down at her young form awaiting his entrance.

Nodding, Casey told him, "Just go easy. I want this to last."

"So does this mean I'll get a break from you when you're washed out?" Brad joked.

Casey didn't reply, just a small giggle as she positioned herself one last time.

"Hang on," Brad told her. Though he had been hard when sucking on her, in the intervening time he had grown soft and he started tugging on his dick. Seconds later Casey turned her head and saw what he was doing, telling him, "Come here," as she slid from the bed.

Kneeling before him, her hands holding his hips, Casey opened her mouth and Brad placed his dick inside It didn't take long for Brad to grow stiff and Casey wrapped her hand around his shaft to pump him.

"Ya know," she commented, looking up at him and grinning, "I could get used to this."

"Huh?" Brad asked, looking down at the brunette at his feet as she slid her hand slowly over his now hard length.

"Having a day of nothing but sex."

Brad chuckled. He wouldn't mind that either. He watched as Casey stuck out her tongue and ran it up the underside of his dick, from balls to head, then sliding her lips over him to again suck on him.

"I thought you had something else in mind," he commented, watching Casey take her time.

Popping his dick from her mouth, Casey told him, "I do. Patience."

Brad laughed, his words again being used against him. Her head bobbing back and forth, her lips gliding across his shaft, Brad waited, enjoying the attention of this young woman.

"Okay," Casey finally said, giving his cock a goodbye kiss and turning around to assume her previous position.

Without another word Brad took hold of her ass cheek and pulled it apart with one hand while holding his dick in the other and placing it at her lubed hole. Very gently he pushed against her, giving her plenty of time to expand as he entered her, her tight opening spreading wide. As he did, Casey lifted her ass and moved her body, her hips more forward and resting on the bed.

"Easy," she told him, looking back as he pressed into her. "You need a mirror."

"What?" Brad asked, concentrating on not pushing too hard and watching as his cock popped inside.

"You need a mirror," Casey told him, lying her head on the bed and relaxing her body. "Or a camera."

"For what?"

"So I can watch."

Brad stopped what he was doing and held his position, Casey's ass cinched tight around him. Her comment gave him pause.

"You want to watch?"

Casey nodded, a small grimace on her face as she took more of him inside when she pushed her hips back.

His train of thought broken as he pushed further into her ass, Brad leaned over her prone form, supporting himself on his arms.

"Hold it," Casey told him, her head snapping up. Wiggling her butt, she worked him deeper, taking several deep breaths and slowly exhaling. Bit by bit Brad sank into her, Casey's hips pressed into the bed, her hole spreading as he slipped inside.

Brad heard her squeal, her face burying itself in the bed. He didn't move until he saw her hands grab the sheet.

"Okay," she whimpered into the bed, her anal muscles quivering as Brad pressed down with his hips.

"Right there!" Casey growled, throwing her head back, her hands bunched tight as she held her position.

"I'm not all in," Brad exhaled, her ass gripping him tight despite the lube. He took a few quick breaths, her tightness almost overwhelming. Pushing forward, Brad slid his entire length into her, his hips resting against her ass cheeks.

"Ohh ... gahhhh!" was Casey's throaty response, her mouth thrown open in a silent moan as her hole was forced apart, her legs spread wide as she steadied herself. Brad's cock was buried as deep into her as he could get, her body on fire as it screamed its ecstatic joy.

Pulling back, Brad's cock slid more easily, her tightness waning as he withdrew until he popped out.

Casey grumbled when he fell from her, her body visibly relaxing.

"Sorry," Brad apologized, again placing his cock at her hole, this time pushing in with more ease.

With an encouraging moan Casey stretched herself on the bed, her hips slightly raised as she gave him his target. "Push it in," she told him, shivering as his shaft scraped her anal ring.

Again leaning over her, Brad didn't go nearly as deep, the lube now helping to facilitate a controlled fucking. His hips pumped back and forth, Casey's body flexing into the bed as he pushed down, her head turned to the side as her ass was fucked.

Unlike the previous night, Brad took his time, feeling her walls scrape against his shaft, contented gasps slipping from her lips. She felt good, really good, and he fleetingly wondered how Lindsey and Nikki would react to having their asses fucked.

"God this feels good," Casey said, snapping him from his musings. Lifting herself on her elbows, she turned her head to look back at him, her face grinning in lecherous approval as he bore down and sank inside. She couldn't see everything, but she could watch as Brad thrust his hips down, her body momentarily pressed into the bed then springing back.

"Uhhh ... right there," she moaned, closing her eyes and biting her lip when his cockhead plowed into her. "Now go for it." She sprawled her body out, her arms spread in front of her, her head resting on the bed.

Just like in every porn movie, Brad pumped his hips, feeling her slippery tightness slide over his shaft. The slickness of the lube allowed him an effortless motion, Casey's body lightly bouncing in time to his thrusts. Their breaths began to match his thrusts, lightly exhaling as he drove in, inhaling as he pulled back.

Brad was enjoying this, the unexpected bonus to spending a day and night with Casey. He liked how she sounded; her breathy exhales, her feminine whimpers, her aroused moans. Her body was splayed out beneath him, almost as if she was submitting to him, and that thought, that he could do what he wanted to her, for a brief moment filled his thoughts.

Lowering himself, he nibbled her shoulder, still pumping his cock into her ass at a deliberate pace. Casey purred contentedly, almost relaxed as his dick pistoned in and out.

"You feel good," she breathed, stretching out further as her hips flexed on the bed.

Without a word Brad nuzzled her neck, reaching out to take hold of her wrists and pull her arms under her. Wrapping his arms about her like a strait jacket, he pinned her to the bed, his chest resting on her back, and he fucked her harder.

"Uh ... uh ... uh ..." he heard her say in time to his plunging thrusts. Her head was raised, looking forward though he couldn't see if her eyes were closed, his arms squeezing tighter the faster he went. She couldn't move, her squeals growing louder as he drove himself hard into her, Casey's body jerking each time he pummeled her ass.

His thoughts and deeds merged, lashing out to take hold and he lifted his hips to ram his cock deep into her. Again and again he sank into her ass, Casey shrieking and squirming as she tried to break free but held in check by his overwhelming strength. She seethed behind gritted teeth as her ass was used, the treatment unlike anything she had ever experienced. Her anal ring was hot from the friction of his cock as it slammed into her, her legs shaking as she tried to steady herself.

From deep inside Brad growled, his hips pumping furiously as each second brought him closer. His thrusts pounded her hole with a ferocity that even he didn't know where it came from. Their voices filled the empty house, the sounds of their lust ricocheting off the walls and filling their ears. With a powerful thrust Brad emptied himself into Casey, his arms locked tight around her body, her ass cheeks absorbing his blows as his spurting cock coated her walls.

Casey could do nothing but endure, her frame pressed into the bed by Brad's weight on top of her, locked in a cage which prevented her from escaping. She did the only thing she could: survive the most wonderfully excruciating pain she had ever felt.

She screamed, her shrill voice almost deafening as her small body was taken. Her voice turned to a throaty groan then mewling whimpers as Brad relentlessly drove himself into her ass, her foot stamping the ground as she was forced into the bed. His cock pierced her, the sharp pain mixed with a pulsation from deep inside, her body submitting itself from exhaustion as his cock filled her.

Slowly Brad came to a stop, his cock embedded in Casey's ass, gulping for air as he released her from his embrace. He was completely spent, his body shaking from the exertion.

Casey's lips trembled as the onslaught came to a stop, able to fully breathe as she was released, her body numb from the overwhelming stimulation it had received.

Brad slowly recovered and lifted himself off her, gingerly pulling his still firm cock from her ass, hearing Casey let out a short, stifled whimper as he left her. Staggering to the bathroom, he cleaned himself, tired and thirsty, wanting to fall asleep. Forcing himself to move, he returned to the bedroom and crawled next to Casey, her young limp body where he had left it.

Turning her head when she felt him lie down, Casey looked at Brad, her eyes clouded with tiredness, her hair a tousled mess of dark strands. Reaching out with her hand, she curled her fingers in his hair, Brad moving closer until their faces almost touched.

"Now I know what it feels like," Casey whispered, her dry voice listless and without force, "to be split in two."

Brad chuckled, reassured that she was okay after his near abuse, pushing her hair away from her face.

"Need anything?" he quietly asked as he caressed her cheek.

"Water," was all she said, giving him a weak smile and closing her eyes.

With great effort Brad hobbled to the kitchen and poured her a glass of cold water. For his own benefit he drank half a glass, feeling slightly refreshed and able to walk more easily. Sitting next to her, he helped her lift herself on an arm and watched as she emptied the glass before falling back to the bed.

"So you could get used to this?" he asked, putting the glass on the floor.

Without replying, Casey turned her head and grinned, her words turned back on her.

"I don't know about you," Brad continued, lying on his back next to her, "but I don't think I could survive another round."

Nestling against him, Casey tucked her arms between them, letting her body doze off in its warm, contented state.

Brad left her where she lay, her body curled in quiet repose, pulling the top of the sheet down to cover her before going to the kitchen and cleaning the dishes. When finished, he drank another glass of water, his strength slowly returning, and looked in on Casey. He grinned as he surveyed her tucked under the sheet, her dark hair spread out behind her on the bed, and quietly walked in to lightly kiss her cheek, Casey oblivious and unmoving as she slept. Not wanting to disturb her, Brad went to his couch and lay down, closing his eyes and drifting off. He slept soundly, his body fully relaxed as it recovered, the weeks activities catching up with him.

Despite his sleep, something caught his attention, a sound he couldn't place, but his tiredness wouldn't let him wake. His mind was fuzzy and he ignored it, trying to stay in the realm of sleep when it occurred to him what the sound was. Crawling off the couch, he made his way to his bathroom and saw Casey lying in the tub, her head tilted back as she rested, her breasts sticking above the water like delectable buoys.

"Making yourself at home?" he asked, leaning against the door frame.

"Uh huh," Casey replied, not bothering to otherwise move.

Brad grinned and knelt down next to the tub, looking in on his runtish charge.

"You okay?" he asked.

Lifting her head, her hair, now practically black, streamed across her shoulders. She nodded, twisting her body so her arms could rest on the edge of the tub. Pushing herself up, she kissed Brad, a long, lingering tender kiss, then smiled and sank back into the tub.




Gift of the Graduates Ch. 05



"What was that for?"

Casey didn't answer, only smiling brighter, smoothing out her hair.

"I'll get lunch ready," he told her as he stood. "You are hungry, right?"

She nodded, then slid down so only her face and nipples were above the water.

Shaking his head, Brad left her, laying out the food for their lunch and doing some minor cleaning. A short time later he heard a blow drier running and several minutes later the sound of bare feet padding up behind him. Turning, he saw Casey, naked, standing in the kitchen, her previously disheveled hair now a glistening, neat mass.

"Feel better?" he asked, smiling at her nude form.

She nodded, smiled, and came up to him to give him a hug. He held her, entwining his fingers in her soft mane, the young body pressing into him warm and comforting.

"Let's eat," he told her, and gently pushed her towards her seat. Without comment she did as told, quietly waiting as Brad placed their food-filled plates on the table. As they ate they looked at one another, grinning, smiling and giggling, but never talking. When finished, Casey got up and without a word took his hand and pulled him to his couch, pushing him down then sliding into his lap. She sat across his legs, her head resting on his chest, her arms lying in front of her as she closed her eyes.

Brad held her as she nestled tight against him, feeling her soft skin in his hands, a slight berry scent in the air. They dozed off in each other's arms, Casey later awakening first and waking Brad as she moved off him to kneel next to him.

"What?" he asked, locking eyes with Casey as he stretched.

Without a word she rose up on her knees and gave him another lingering kiss.

"Let me do something for you," she said, sitting back on her heels.

"Haven't you done enough?" Brad joked.

Casey giggled, that soft, girlish giggle she had for the last day, the sound he had grown used to and looked forward to hearing.

She went to the kitchen and came back with a chair. Moving the coffee table out of the way, she placed the chair where she wanted it then held out her hand to him. Taking it, Brad rose and let her guide him to the chair where she made him sit. Going behind him, she turned on the tv and started up her disc, searching through the scenes until she found the one she was looking for.

Music filled the room as she came around to stand in front of him. With a few stuttering starts Casey began to move her body in slow, undulating curves, her hands gliding across her young form as she danced.

Brad initially grinned then watched more intently as her eyes met his, the sensual contours of her body tempting as she moved. She turned away from him, her ass gently swaying, her legs spreading wide as she bent over, one hand on the floor for balance, the other sliding over her presented ass. Wiggling her hips, she showed him where he had been a short time before, the luscious sight arousing Brad as he remembered how she felt.

Standing upright, she snapped her head back, her hair tossing wildly as she stepped in front of him. Straddling his legs, she sat on him, her hands snaking behind his neck as she leaned in and let her nipples graze his chest. The beat of the music filled her, and holding him tight, leaned back, her breasts presented to him to gaze upon.

Brad's hands went to her hips then slid under her arms before Casey looked at him and told him, "No touching," then climbed off him. His hands fell to his legs, the urge to touch her as she slid around him kept in check as he let her entertain him. As she went behind him, she looked at the screen, seeing the woman slithering across the man and turning, leaned over Brad, her breasts pressed to the back of his head, her hands sliding down his chest and stopping short of his dick.

Her hands moved across him, her lips nibbling his neck, then coming beside him and brushing along his arm. Keeping her back to him, she slid to his front and tried her best to jiggle her ass, its rounded shape doing her bidding, Brad staring as she shook. He couldn't help himself and he reached out with a hand, barely touching her before she spun around and told him, "No touching."

Brad grimaced, putting his hand back in place, and watched as Casey turned and backed into him, her ass presented to him as she sat in his lap. Her shape fit between his legs, her back pressing into his chest as she tossed her hair to fall over his shoulder. She wiggled in his lap, feeling his cock behind her, his warmth evident as her legs met his. She arched her back and deliberately moaned, her fingers dragging along the outside of his legs, the music still thumping, her heart beating in time.

Brad wanted to touch her, to reach up and grab hold of those firm, rounded breasts, but he held himself back, playing along with her, aroused by her body as it slid over him. 

Casey leaned forward, her soft, cool hair sliding over his chest, and with her hands on his knees let his cock slip between the valley of her ass before rubbing against it. Though she was dancing for him, the feeling of him so close to where he had been, the tantalizing foreplay of his dick dragging by her hole, excited her. She lifted herself higher, her legs spreading wider and let the tip of his dick swipe across her soft, damp folds, feeling herself spread as she toyed with him.

Brad wriggled under her, her touch tormenting him, his fists closed tight as she drug herself back and forth across his now aroused state. Lifting herself, she moved off him, turning to face him, smiling as she saw his expression. His heart pounded, his body ready, yet she stayed away from him, the musical beat abruptly ending.

Though her movements weren't as graceful as Nikki's would have been, Casey threw herself into her performance, her exuberance more than sufficient. She spun and twirled, her body on display for Brad, her hair flying in dark cascades as she tossed her head, her breasts gently bouncing as she danced. She would glance at the action on the screen, the music now replaced with the song of a woman's voice moaning as she was eaten. Her eyes grew big as she faced Brad, swaying side to side, looking past him as the woman writhed on the bed.

Brad heard it too, and he was just as excited. Her supple body sliding across him, unable to touch her as she teased him, excited him and now, watching her move around him, the sounds of the woman behind him, he wanted her.

Casey slow walked towards him, exaggerating the sway of her hips, a devilish grin on her lips. She came up beside him, his head following her, and holding his face, leaned in, pressing him into her breasts. The creamy contours enveloped him, comforting his face in their heavenly embrace.

Pulling back though still holding him in place, she rubbed her nipples across his lips, just as she had done yesterday, their rounded tips caressing his lips. She looked down and smiled, seeing Brad's eyes closed as he enjoyed her seductive touch.

She kissed him, the softest of touches upon his lips, then, with deliberate contact, slid her body across his and straddled his legs. With a peck on his lips she told him, "Hi," just as she had started their encounter the previous day. Her smile beamed as her hands slipped behind his neck, her pussy almost grazing his erect cock. Without thought his hands drug up her legs, feeling her muscles tense as his light touch almost tickled her. She squirmed at his touch, inching herself forward until she came in contact with him.

Without a word Brad grabbed her ass and lifted her, his erect dick sliding under her and with her help, slipped inside her to let Casey sink on to him. They both exhaled as she was impaled, Casey's body pressed against him as Brad pulled her forward.

"I could stay like this," she told him, her lips kissing his shoulder then his neck, her hands caressing his back.

Brad didn't respond, his own hands sliding under her cascading hair and across her back, the warm, wet embrace of her pussy having his attention. Her breasts flattened against his chest, their forms now enticing cushions between them. He nibbled her neck, hearing her coo, his lips kissing their way until he found her lips.

They kissed as one, their bodies almost fully merged, Casey moving her hips as best she could in her seated position.

As she did, Brad snaked his arms under her knees and lifted them high, Casey grabbing on to him as she was unbalanced. With some effort and several wiggles to get into position, Brad was able to lift himself, and her, from the chair, Casey leaning forward for support as he stutter-stepped to the couch. Trying his best not to drop her, Brad leaned over and let her fall to the couch, his dick still inside her.

Casey giggled as she bounced, her hands letting go to stray above her head, her smile guiding Brad as he leaned over her. She wrapped her legs behind him, his hands sliding up her arms to grab her wrists, his hips slowly moving back and forth. He gazed into her eyes which were filled with joy, his hands pinning her wrists to the cushions, his body curling so he could suck on her.

He tasted her, her soft skin in his mouth, his tongue lightly flicking across her nipple as he pumped his hips. Whatever sounds may have been coming from the disc were ignored by them, their attention focused solely on each other. Casey closed her eyes, her small body relaxed, unconcerned that she was again immobilized beneath him. She loved this feeling of being taken, unable to break free, and she let him do what she wanted, her body responding to his every touch.

Brad took his time to suck on each nipple, his unshaven face grazing the supple skin of her breasts before dragging across her. Casey inhaled as the sandpaper-like roughness scraped across her sensitive buds, squirming as he did it twice before stopping to smile at her.

With no words necessary, Brad buried himself deep inside her, feeling her slick walls caress and hold him. He squeezed her wrists, pushing them hard into the cushion, Casey watching his expression from under half-closed eyes as she tried to move with him. Brad kissed her, tenderly, their mouths seeking out the other as he moved on top of her.

Casey clenched her hands as he kissed her, the strength of his hands holding her arms in place, her pussy warm from his dick sliding in and out. She turned her head, exposing her neck, her body tingling as Brad nibbled and lightly sucked on it. She moved her hips, trying to press against him, but he wouldn't let her, his hands holding her in place.

"Please," she implored, the heat of her arousal growing with every passing minute, her legs now spread, one foot on the floor, the other pressed into the back of the couch.

"Patience," Brad told her, kissing her collarbone, her chest, then sliding his lips to her breast. With his teeth he lightly bit down on her erect nipple, Casey exhaling and twisting her body, her sensual cries mingling with those from the disc. Harder Brad bit down, Casey's mouth open as she silently moaned, her back arched as he held her between his teeth.

Releasing her, Casey fell back to the couch, breathing quickly, her face flushed as she smiled. She tried to pull her arms free but Brad continued to hold her, his dick pumping rhythmically into her. Turning her head, she saw that the disc was on its last scene, a scene similar to what was happening to her except the woman's hands were bound together and tied to the bed.

"Tie me up," she told him, her words almost begging him to do what she asked.

"What?"

"Tie me up. I don't want to be able to move. Like that." She flicked her head towards the tv so he could see what she meant.

Brad stopped, the request a step further than anything he had done before. He looked at the scene being played out, the woman's hands wrapped by several loops of a thin rope which was then run to the head of the bed and tied off. Though she could pull herself up, she could do nothing else with her hands, unable to resist.

"Are you sure?" he asked, looking down on the young brunette who was asking more of him than either Lindsey or Nikki had done.

Casey nodded, her eyes wide as she waited for him to respond. She felt the tingle of anticipation, almost shaking as the thought of being tied up filled her thoughts.

Brad took his time debating if he should go along with her request, the realization of what she was asking making the situation all the more real.

"Are you sure?" he asked a second time, giving her time to reconsider and back out.

Again she nodded, her heart beating faster as the anticipation of being tied up crept closer. She looked at the screen, the woman crying out as she was used, the man holding her ankles and spreading her legs wide as he mercilessly fucked her. Casey's pulse raced as the woman howled, seeing a cock fuck her pussy in close up.

"Please," she implored him, her heart thudding in her chest as the woman moaned in her ears.

Releasing her, Brad slipped from her and told her to go to his bedroom. As she did, he went to his garage and found he had rope similar to what the actors had and returned to find Casey lying on her back, her knees raised, arms above her head.

Forming a slipknot, Brad slipped the loop over her wrist and snugged it against her then began winding the rope around both wrists and part of her forearm. When finished, he paused, trying to figure out how to keep the rope from unwinding, then realizing the solution and ran the remainder of the rope to the head of his bed where he tucked it down between the mattress and headboard.

Reaching under the bed, he pulled the length of rope through, tying it tight to the frame so there was no slack. He stood and looked down at Casey, her hands pulled above her head like the woman in the movie. He could see her labored breathing as her chest rose and fell, her face turned towards him as she awaited him. He climbed onto his bed and placed a hand on her face, Casey closing her eyes and rubbing against it.

"Are you sure?" he asked one final time, Casey's response a kiss of his hand and a smile.

Positioning himself between her legs, her head followed him, waiting, her hands loosely clenched. He was still hard enough and pushed his way in, Casey inhaling as he entered, her arms pulling against the rope.

"You okay?" he asked as he settled on top of her.

Casey nodded, forcing a small smile. This sensation, of being truly bound, was different than being held down, the understanding that his hands were no longer needed to keep her in check leading to thoughts of what else they could do.

"Do what you want," her voice told him, shivers running through her as she thought of how she could be used and unable to defend herself.

Starting slow, Brad picked up where he had left off, pumping his hips in time, feeling her out. Her breasts lightly jiggled as he began, her body moving with him, his hands holding her knees open as he looked down at her.

"More," she said, the need to be used like the woman now foremost in her mind.

Harder Brad fucked her, her breasts bouncing in circles as he thrust himself into her. Casey pulled on the rope, her shoulders doing the work as her prone body responded to its restraint. She couldn't hold him, couldn't feel his skin beneath her hands, having to submit to whatever he wanted as she was tied up.

Finding his rhythm, Brad saw the glazed look in her eyes and realized she wanted this. She wanted him to do what she had seen in the movie. He stopped and pushing her knees together, forced her legs to the side, her body twisting as he did, then began to fuck her as she lay on her side.

Casey closed her eyes, feeling the difference as his cock thrust into her. She felt tighter, the friction more severe, her hands closing as he was doing what she had asked. Her body jerked as he plunged inside, her pussy sucking on his dick to hold him. His hands rested on her hip and thigh, holding her in place, his cock steadily fucking her minute by minute.

It was then Brad had an idea and holding tight to her waist, pulled her to the side of the bed and standing on the floor, bore into her. Casey's breaths were heard each time he sank into her, her arms held above her head at an angle, the rope creaking as it was pulled tight.

"Fuck me," Casey pleaded, her pussy on fire as Brad's cock pistoned in and out. She raised her head to look at him, almost sneering as the thrill of being held as she was fucked arousing her darkest thoughts. His hips slapped against hers, his long, deep thrusts filling her as she lay on her side, her bound hands beginning to lose feeling as she pulled against the rope.

Suddenly Brad stopped and withdrew from her. She looked at him, almost disappointed that what she wanted should be taken from her until he grabbed her waist and lifted her. Unceremoniously she was twisted and dumped on her knees.

Holding tight to her waist, Brad pulled her until her arms were straight then laid into her with a controlled vengeance. Her ass bounced off his hips, his hands digging into her body as he held her in place, the fiery slickness of her pussy sliding across his cock. This feeling of control, that she couldn't move, electrified him, his mind not understanding why yet responding to the sight of this young woman bent over, bound and at his mercy.

"Uhhhh," Casey groaned after Brad thrust extra hard into her, her arms straining against the rope which held her, her body being pulled back as she tried to drag herself forward. Her breasts scraped across the sheet, her nipples growing sore from the rubbing as they bounced freely under her. She clenched her teeth, her hair a dark mass about her face, her pussy hot as she was fucked without end.

Brad didn't tire, not now. The rounds of sexual escapades with three young women had brought him to the point of desensitization and he fucked Casey without concern. He plowed into her at will, her ass rising as he sank himself deep into her, their bodies slapping together again and again. He heard her grunts and staggered breaths, but they had no effect on him. He was like a machine, a fucking machine, and he did what she had asked.

Casey moaned, her body his to take, her pussy on fire yet unable to release her from her confined state. She wanted to cum, to feel what it was like to cum as she was restrained, but she couldn't. Something was holding her back.

"Grab my hair," she called out, tossing her head so most of it fell to the side.

Without thought Brad bundled her length into a mock ponytail, pulling it back and forcing Casey to raise her head. Her mouth fell open as her body was pulled in different directions, the thrill of being locked in place as she was fucked surging through her.

Like the reins of a horse Brad held her hair, applying just enough tension that she couldn't lower her head, keeping her arms taut by pulling back with his free hand. He pumped his cock into her, her back sharply arched as her breasts pressed into the bed, her ass raised high for his taking.

Now she felt it, the deep welling of her dark desire, and she was taken away by its grasp upon her. She let herself go, let herself be used as a fuck toy, her mouth open as her head was held back wanting to be fucked as well. She thought about having a cock driven down her throat as she was confined, to be taken by two men at once, one shooting his cum into her pussy as she drank from the other, and she lost herself.

Her body quivered in her confined state, unable to fully let loose yet that inability making her orgasm that much stronger. She pulled at the rope with arms, her head held tight as her hair was held, her pussy still being fucked as she shook. Her throaty moans filled the room, her pussy sucking on Brad's cock as it drove into her, her legs shaking as she kept herself spread for him.

When she could take it no more she collapsed, her body suspended between the rope and his hand, his cock relentlessly pistoning in and out now a throbbing between her legs. She heard the sloppy wet sounds of her pussy as Brad continued, her arms now numb as they were held in front of her.