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The List Ch. 04

By: milf26



Family Oriented

It was 6:00 am and Carrie could not sleep. The room felt incredibly empty since Courtney had been the one to leave last night. No one was more surprised than Carrie herself when at the first of three ring rituals, Courtney had been the only one left without a emerald ring. The shock on her face was matched by the shock on the others' faces, but Hunter was especially stricken. Hunter had cried all evening and Carrie spent the better part of the night consoling her. When Carrie had finally fallen asleep her dreams were definitely not restful. 

She dressed very quietly and stole down the steps to the workout room that was on the first floor of the huge house. It was so rare that she got a minute to herself; she liked the quiet of the morning, and the solitude that came with it. She had barely had a chance to use the fully equipped room in the two weeks that she had been in the mansion, but now she felt like she had extra energy to burn. 

She stretched her legs and arms did a few side stretches and when she came up from a waist bend she saw Grant jog by. She watched him until he was gone and let a delicious shiver work its way from the top of her head to her toes. She had an idea of just how she was going to spend some nice long quality time with Grant and she could hardly wait until tomorrow. 

***

"Mimi! Colonel!" Grant rushed to his grandparents and gave them a big hug. This was quite a surprise! He had expected to see his Mom and Dad, not his grandparents, but he was happy nonetheless. Mimi and The Colonel had been the people to go to with his problems when he was a kid. They just seemed to understand.

"Granty!" Mimi kissed him on the cheek then sat back down on the sofa that she had been on when he had arrived. "Look at that, Big Daddy! Our little boy is all grown up and on the television!" Mimi patted her completely white hair and patted Grant's leg affectionatly at the same time. It seemed to Grant that he never grew up in his grandparents' eyes. He was still petted and coddled like a six year old.

He gazed affectionately at his grandmother. She looked a little more wrinkled, but she still carried herself like a lady. Her tall thin frame was held ramrod straight, and she never raised her voice. Ever.

"We've missed you, boy. You need to come back to where people are sane and stop galavating around god-knows-where with god-knows-who!" The Colonel gave a sharp jab to the ground with his walking stick to punctuate his displeasure.

"I missed you too, Colonel!" Grant said with a grin. His grandfather was aptly named. His resemblance to Colonel Sanders was remarkable, but unlike that colonel, Grant's grandfather had really been in the army. It had broken The Colonel's heart that not one of his sons or grandsons had ever followed in his footsteps, but he still relived his glory days every chance he got.

"Oh, Big Daddy, stop being such a grumpus! Don't mind him, Grant, he's out of sorts from the flight here," Mimi said in a stage whisper. The Colonel resettled himself with a huff, and grumbled something unintelligible. Grant laughed and gave his grandmother another kiss.

"So, I assume that you are here because of the producers?" he asked with a twinkle in his eye.

"Honey, they told us that you were having a tough time deciding who to pick, so they brought us in to help." Mimi eyed him critically. "Are they feeding you well?"

"Yes, Mimi, they are. Better than I get most nights in my apartment." He chuckled and gazed fondly at his grandparents. 'When did they get so old?' He thought to himself.

A door opened behind Grant and he turned and saw Ron in the doorway.

"Ron," Grant nodded his head coldly. This was the last man he wanted to see. He still felt a jumble of emotions thinking about Carrie and how they had been reprimanded. The whole point of this fucking show was to find love, wasn't it? Neither of them could help it if love had found them early on.

"Happy to see that you all made it in, Mr and Mrs. Rider."

"Please, call me Mim. Everyone does," Mimi offered her hand to him and gave Ron a suprisingly firm hand shake.

"Grant, we wanted to let you know that Carrie has had to drop the show," Ron said with more than a hint of pleasure. 'The bastard isn't even bothering to hide it!' Grant thought to himself just as the shock set in.

"What do you mean she had to drop the show?" His brows furrowed. He felt like his blood pressure was about to go through the roof. "Did you do or say something to her to make her leave?" He took a menacing step toward Ron. No Carrie? This couldn't be.

"No!" Ron said holding up his hands. "Her grandmother is dying and she went to be with her. As per the contract she has given up her place on the show."

"Now, that is just heartless! Her grandmother is dying, you jackass! I bet you didn't give her the option to come back, did you?" Grant pushed a lock of hair off his face. And ran his hand over his head. He massaged the back of his neck and gave Ron a cold stare.

"The rules clearly state—"

"The rules are bullshit!" Grant heard a gasp escape his grandmother's lips and he gave her a little smile. "Sorry, Mimi." She nodded as he continued. "If it had been any of the others you would have allowed her to come back to the show with no questions asked. You'd have sent cameras with her to capture the whole time she spent with her family. Just to boost your ratings."

"That is certainly not true," Ron squirmed uncomfortably. "This is a time for Carrie to be with her grieving family. I will be candid when I say that now that she is gone your choices will be much more…" Ron struggled for a word. "Appropriate."

Grant turned his back to everyone in the room, then took a deep breath and turned to face Ron.

"I thought you wanted a hit television show." Grant hissed.

"The country isn't ready for the two of you to be a couple," Ron said coldly. "Let's face it, interracial doesn't sell in middle america."

Ron and Grant stood toe to toe glaring at one another for several tense moments. Grant closed his eyes in frustration. His feelings for Carrie were something this biggoted asshole couldn't possibly understand. Sure interracial might not play to middle america, but this was about the incredible woman he had found, quite by accident, in a way he never could have concieved. He was sure of his feelings for her and would like to explore her feelings for him further. Quite simply put, he was falling in love with her.

"I thought you wanted me to find true love," Grant said just above a whisper, his eyes trained on Ron. 

Ron gave a shrug. "I'm looking for ratings, not true love."

"Then you better rethink your formula, because your show is just like every other show out there." Grant smirked. "Where is she?" he demanded.

"You can't chase her down," Ron shook his head. "It would be a breach of contract."

"Fuck the contract!" Grant bellowed. "Where is she?" He was beginning to feel desperate, and was just a few minutes away from a panic attack.

"Need I remind you that there is the matter of five million dollars paid to the network and my production company if you reneg on this?"

"Call my lawyer, Ron. And be sure that you mention how you tried to deliberately sway the show in what a lot of sane people would call racism." He let that sink in for a few seconds. Where was this bravado coming from he wondered. "Now tell me where she is, you asshole!"

"I will have you know that I am not racist!" Ron sputtered. "What I am is realistic, Grant. I can't have you with a black woman and expect to pull in the numbers my other shows have. It's a business."

"Well then, I suggest you find yourself another bachelor, because I quit!" Grant hissed. 

Ron's eyes narrowed as he almost agreed to find another batchelor, but then they flew wide open. 

He had had a hard time getting the network to agree to this show in the first place because the bigwigs felt that the days of gross-out TV were coming to a close, but no one was confident that he could pull off a dating show . His mind flickered through all the possiblities: finding a new cast would take months, he could lose his crew, and the location, and then there was his reputation with the network. They were all expecting him to fail, he could feel it. They were waiting to dethrone him as the best producer of reality television. It was a matter of time before they found someone younger and cheaper to replace him. This could be the nail in the proverbial coffin.

"Let's not be rash," Ron's voice dropped low and he tried to make it soothing. "I'm positive we can work something out."

Grant looked at his grandmother and she gave an impreceptible shake of her head. "What can we work out?" He asked suspiciously.

"W-we can maybe change the show a little, make it so that you give equal time to the rest of the girls and their families. We can make sure that Carrie comes back to finish out her time here, and if you choose her we'll figure it out then."

"That was too easy, Ron," Grant looked between his grandparents and Ron. What had changed suddenly? It couldn't be goodwill on Ron's part, the man was as selfish as the next guy in Hollywood. But then, Grant wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. He felt like he had been given another chance. 

"Call me a hopeless romantic!" Ron said a little too cheerfully. "I will have Janna make the travel arrangements and she'll let you know when you go to St. Louis."

A smile spread on Grant's lips and he laughed. 

"You don't even have to arrange a place for me to stay. My parents are there already."

***

Carrie sniffed as quietly as she could and stared out the window. Just twenty more minutes and she would be on the ground. Hopefully, it would be take a few minutes to get her rental and then she would go to her Grammy's hospital to say goodbye. She pressed her lips together to keep from sobbing outloud. Her grammy was dying.

She had been sitting with the rest of the women in the diningroom, having breakfast, when Janna had stepped up to her and whispered that there was a phone call for her. Carrie had wiped her mouth on the napkin on her lap, and gone to the phone where her mother tearfully explained that her grandmother had suffered a heartattack and wasn't expected to make it too much longer. Carrie had stood for a few minutes with the phone in her hand, then she had promised her mother that she would be there as soon as she could get away.

Talking to Ron had been much easier than she had thought; he had made all the necessary mumblings about being sorry. Yes, of course she had to be with her family at a time like this he had said. Yes of course they would get her home on the next available flight. No, she shouldn't worry that this was a breach of contract, Ron had said as he rushed her out the door. "We'll send you the necessary papers to void your contract."

He had pushed her out the door telling her to pack, and the next thing she knew, she was out the door, and whisked into a limo that drove her down the mountain, through Denver, and to the airport where she had only had to wait an hour before her flight took off, but after delays in Chicago, and being bumped from a fight, she had spent the night trying to catch a few winks in the less than comfy chairs in the terminal, and had been close to a nervous breakdown. She had finally boarded the earliest morning flight she could find after tearfully explaining her situation to a kind ticket agent, And then she had spent the whole way to St. Louis praying that she hadn't missed the opportunity to see her grandmother.

The plane bumped to a landing and Carrie was startled out of her thoughts. She looked around and frowned with annoyance at the people who unbuckled their seat belts before the sign went off. She waited until everyone else had gotten off the plane and then she disembarked and ran to get to her bag. She was in her rental car and back in the familiar surroundings of her childhood home in under an hour, and when she finally stood in the foyer of her mother's house she remembered that she hadn't had a chance to say goodbye to anyone. Not Colette, not Grant, not even Janna who had been so great about getting the reservations so quickly. 

She dragged her suitcase up the steep steps to her old bedroom and sat on the edge of the white comforter. She let herself sag, feeling weary and finally let out all the tears that she had been holding back all day. She bawled for the woman she knew she was about to lose. The woman who was the single greatest influence on her. The woman who taught her to love and be a woman. 

Her grandmother had lived a wonderfully full life, but that didn't stop Carrie's heart from hurting. Her grandmother had been there to help raise her when her mother had been working two jobs trying to keep food on the table and a roof over their heads. Carrie loved her mother dearly, but there was a super special place in her heart for the tiny woman that lay in the hospital dying.

When her tears were all cried out, Carrie went to the bathroom and washed her face, brushed her hair, and then called her mother's cell phone to get directions to the hospital and find out when she could visit her grandmother.

***

Sitting in the sterile white hospital room, reading a magazine, Carrie looked up every so often to see if Grammy had moved at all. She put her magazine aside finally when she heard her grandmother stir.

"Grammy?" She half whispered.

"Lord! I didn't know you were coming," Camille Taucher, Carrie's maternal grandmother said with a start. "I thought you were on that TV show. Out in LA or something." Grammy smiled weakly.

"I was,"Carrie smiled. "But I wanted to be with you more."

Grammy's rheumy eyes took in her beloved granddaughter. And then she coughed lightly. "It's good to see you, Child. I've been missing you something awful."

"I missed you too, Grammy." Carrie fought back the sob that was threatening to move from her chest into her throat. There was no doubt about how sick her grandmother was; her body was starting to wear down after eighty-six good years, and though Grammy was in the hospital, it was only a measure to keep her comfortable, and to keep her from being alone. When the time came, it was understood that she should be let go peacefully. 

Carrie put her hand to her grandmother's forehead and smoothed a stray strand of white hair off her brow. "Do you need anything?" Carrie asked gently.

"No, Child, I don't need anything." Camille closed her eyes and began to chuckle. "So, what were you doing out there on that TV show?"

"I'm not supposed to talk about it…" she dropped her voice to a whisper "But I think I can tell you about it. It was a dating show, Grammy. I got to live in a big house that had servants taking care of our food, our rooms, and all the cleaning."

"Sounds boring to me," her grandmother groused.

"Yeah, it was a little. I felt really useless."

"Tell me about him." Her grandmother urged. Carrie felt a goofy smile stretch her lips as Camille opened her eyes. Carrie paused just a moment to gather her thoughts on what she wanted to tell her grandmother first. "He's that great, is he?"

"Oh, Grammy!" Carrie breathed. "He is a gentleman and he's handsome and he's just plain wonderful."

"He's the one?" Grammy smiled.

"Yes. But I don't know when I will see him again, he's back at the house and I won't be going back there. I forfited everything when I came here. I wanted to be with you."

"I'm sorry you gave it all up, but I am happy to see you." Grammy closed her eyes. "Honey, I want you to go back to the house and get some rest. You look tired." When Carrie started to protest Camille chuckled. "I won't die before tomorrow, I promise."

"Grammy!" Carrie's hand flew to her thin chest as she gasped.

"That's what you're worried about, isn't it?" Camille said with a wink. "Go, come back in the morning, I'll still be here, I promise."

Carrie stood up and smoothed her jeans down with the palms of her hands, then bent to kiss her grandmother. Camille took Carrie's face in her hands, her eyes trained on Carrie's. "If it is meant to be, the two of you will be together. No matter what. It will happen if your heart tells you that he is the one." Then she kissed her on the nose.

"I know," Carrie sighed. 'It just won't be anytime soon,' she thought to herself. Carrie tugged the bottom of her black cashmere turtleneck as she straightened her spine. "I love you Gram."

"I love you too, Carrie."

Carrie barely registered the walk back to the car, and when she sat in the tiny rental the sob that had built up inside her finally rose to her lips and escaped. She sat and cried for a few minutes, then scrubbed at her eyes with her sleeve. She looked in the mirror and gave herself a wan smile. She looked terrible. But then it felt kind of good because she had spent the past three weeks waking up and putting on her best clothes and full make up. Her pretty almond eyes had no definition without the mascara she usually wore, but she had figured she was in for a long day of tears, and so she had left it and the sheer red lip gloss she usually put on her beautifully wide lips sitting on the vanity of the sink without putting it on.

She took her mid back length weaved hair hair out of it's holder and combed a few errant strands back from her face with her fingers then pulled all the hair back into a low ponytail. Her own hair was actually a mass of kinky curls that stood away from she shoulders in a lovely soft afro that would scare your average white suburbanite, so she had decided, with the help of Ash, that she would go for a more television-friendly look. at least it was easy to take care of.

Her brown skin looked ashen. Too little sleep, water and rest was starting to catch up to her. 

She slumped and sighed out loud, then she started the engine of the car. She needed to lie down and enjoy some uninterrupted sleep and a good meal. Then hopefully she would look normal again.

She pulled out of her space and out of the garage, taking the long way home so that she could reminisce about her hometown. She passed her old high school, the library, and the restaurant where she had had her first real job. 

More than once she thought that it would be nice to share her stories with Grant, then she scolded herself mentally. They weren't going to be together for a long time. Ron had all but said that by leaving she would never see Grant again. The contestants were to abide by the rules laid out in the very thick packet of legally binding documents that all had signed before the show had started. But Carrie couldn't help feeling that it was in the cards that she and Grant were meant for each other.

Her mind had been wandering and she was half surprised that the street her mother's house was on came up so quickly. It was strange that there were so many cars on the street; it was the middle of the afternoon in the middle of week. Usually this communitty didn't come alive until after five in the afternoon. There was a reason this town had been called a bedroom community.

She slowed down as she neared the small grey victorian house that was her mother's. She pulled into the gravel driveway and put the car into park. She got out of the car, and picked her way to the brick walkway, trying not to scuff the heels of her spike heeled boots. Her head was down, and she started when she almost stepped on her mother's toes. 

"Mom! She cried.

"Carrie, there's someone here to see you." She said quietly. Carrie tipped her head to the side and raised an eyebrow.

"Hmm?" 

She followed her mother's small light brown finger to the porch and that is when she saw him standing on the wrap around porch, his hair glowing blue-black from the sun. She stretched her arms out and ran to him, only stopping when she threw herself into his arms and wrapped hers around him. She heard him breathe deeply and he squeezed her tightly. 


The List Ch. 04



Monday at school, everything was instantly different. To be frank, it was like Rick and I traded places in our school's pecking order over the weekend.

Everybody knew what happened in the bathroom. I fucked the virgin head cheerleader at homecoming, and, what's more, I did it well. Everybody was also saying that Rick fucked her later that night and it was so pathetic that she broke up with him. I don't know if it was true or not, but it didn't really matter.

The star football player had fallen from grace with the popular kids now. Not only that, but the jocks and I seemed to have an understanding. It wasn't that they wanted to be friends with me, or that I wanted to be friends with them, but they had a respect for me now. I didn't have to worry about being picked on anymore.

More important than that, though, most of the girls in school were fawning over me. It seemed impossible, but in less than two weeks I went from being the biggest loser in the school to the alpha male. Everybody knew that I was a stud, that I had my pick of women, and that the head cheerleader was desperate to date me.

All day Monday whenever I saw Amy in the halls she was waiving at me, winking at me, blowing me kisses; whatever she could do to get my attention.

The amazing thing to me was that I didn't really want to date her. She was beautiful, popular, and the chick that I'd been fantasizing about for years. At one point I would have given anything to be her boyfriend, but I began to realize that what I really got off on was the conquest of making women mine. Amy was great, but I still had nine women on my list.

All the same, she was also the hottest girl in school and would probably let me do whatever I wanted to her. I didn't just want to cast her aside.

I decided we should have a talk. That afternoon when school was out, instead of hooking up with my best friend Mindy like usual I went to watch Amy at cheerleading practice.

The girls went through all of their cheers, and I felt like at least some of them were performing for me. A lot of them, when they did splits or twirled their skirts, looked my way.

I made a mental note to myself that the cheerleader's coach was pretty hot. I didn't know her name, but she was a blonde in her forties and had probably been a beautiful cheerleader herself when she was younger. She wasn't on the list of ten girls I was going to fuck, but that didn't mean I couldn't make room for her at some point.

After their practice, I actually considered sneaking into the women's shower and seeing if any of the girls would mind. It seemed like too bold a move, though. I didn't want to push my newfound popularity too far.

I waited for a while, then all of the girls walked out of the locker room together; some of them wearing casual clothes and some of them still dressed in their uniforms. Amy was still dressed as a cheerleader.

When she saw me waiting for her she ran over to me and greeted me with a big kiss while some of the girls watched and cheered. They were standing about twenty yards away. We never kissed the whole time we fucked, so this was the first time I kissed her. 

Since we had an audience in the cheerleaders milling around I decided to give Amy a big, hard slap on her ass as my greeting to her, then I left my hand on her rear and the girls got a good "hoot" out of it.

"Hey, lover," she said in the sexiest tone she could muster. She still had her mind set on dating me.

"I saw your practice, you looked great out there."

She blushed, and then said with a giggle, "Oh, you probably just like it when I do the one where I put my leg behind my head."

"I sure do. There's one where you put your hands on one of the other girls' hips for a minute, and I like that, too."

"So do I," she said, still going out of her wait to sound sexy.

"So, I think we should go talk," I said. I think she sensed the negativity in my voice.

"Oh, don't talk like that, stud. Have you heard what the girls are calling you now?"

"What's that?" I asked, and slid my hand under her skirt to massage her ass. I couldn't help myself. This girl hated me last week, and would do anything for me today.

She slid her hand into her crotch and started massaging my penis through my jeans, to the entertainment of her squad members in the distance. "They call you Nick the Prick now, and all the girls keep asking me about it because I'm the one you're fucking. I tell them all that it's as big and powerful as they've heard."

I showed up at practice to let her down, but she was so hot. Once that perfect body was pressed up against me, all I wanted to do was fuck her.

My growing erection was getting the bet of me. "Nick the Prick, huh? I like that."

Since Amy was being so forward I wanted to push how far she would go with the other girls around, so I raised my index finger to her lips. She knew exactly what I wanted and started sucking my finger like a cock. She was acting like a total whore with her friends watching in the distance. It was a huge turn-on for me.

"Let's go back to your car," I told her, and she eagerly agreed. We walked to the parking lot and went straight for the back seat.

Right away she took off her top; there was no bra underneath, then she slid off her panties. I took off my shirt.

"Roll the windows down, doll. I don't want it getting too foggy in here."

She rolled the backseat windows down, then climbed into my lap. She was desperate to grind against my member, and started rubbing her clit with it through my jeans.

We kissed some, then I turned my attention to her breasts. I massaged them and licked her nipples. She was a gorgeous blonde package that was unwrapping itself for me.

"You are one hot piece of ass," I told her.

Returning my dirty talk, and trying to one-up me, she said, "you have the most beautiful dick in the world. God gave you the ability to rip little girls like me apart."

She quickly went for my belt and I pulled my pants down. My dick was way too big for my boxers and was sticking out the bottom of them. I pulled the boxers off.

Amy was still straddling me. She grabbed my big pole and tried to stick it straight into her.

"Wait," I said. "I'm going to fuck you doggie style."

She climbed off me and got on her hands and knees on the back seat. I pushed her ass towards the door more, and she saw what I had in mind. First, she stuck her head out the window, then her whole upper body. She was hanging halfway out of her car door topless.

Instead of gradually working my erection into her like I'd done last time, I shoved the whole thing into her pussy at once. She squealed.

"Fuck me, that's what I need!" she yelled to the world.

I spanked her as a few times as I started building my rhythm. I could hear her large chest slapping against the outside of her car door as I pushed her body back and forth with my cock.

Amy was moaning louder and louder, and I knew she didn't care if anyone heard.

I stopped to wonder if any of the cheerleaders were watching, but I don't know either way.

I looked down at her little body. She still had her cheerleader skirt on, but nothing else. I said what I was thinking, "I love sticking my dick in a hot bitch like you."

I think my words pushed her into an orgasm and she started squealing, "Dick me harder! Dick me harder!"

It seemed like we were fucking for a long time. I wasn't sure if she had one long orgasm, or a bunch of them. Finally I felt my orgasm building.

"I'm going to give you the choice, slut. Where do you want me to come?"

She had her answer at the tip of her tongue. "Come on my tits!"

Taking my dick out of her, I grabbed Amy by her blonde hair and pulled her back into the car.

She laid down on the backseat and I hovered over her, stroking my cock.

"I'm going to jack off all over your tits, baby."

While I worked my shaft, she moved her hand to play with my balls. "Oh yeah, come all over me," she moaned.

I stopped jerking it for a minute and started slapping her big breasts with my dick.

She was fingering herself and moaning, "That's it, beat my boobs with your monster! Slap me harder!"

I finally started to spurt all over her jugs. They were big, but they were no match for what was in my balls. Before I was done her breasts were completely coated.

She massaged her cum covered breasts and we both tried to catch our breath.

"I know you think I'm hot, and I'd fuck you like that whenever you want. Can't I be your girlfriend?"

I shook my head. "Baby, I do think you're hot. I always have. But I'm not going to be a one woman man. I'll keep fucking you when I feel like it, but here's the thing. I made a list of ten girls that I want to fuck, and I need to keep working through the list."

"You have a list of girls you're going to fuck? And I was on it?"

"You were number one."

"Really?" She seemed immensely proud.

"I'd better get going. This was nice, but I've got to get back to working on it."

I climbed out of the car naked, pulled my clothes on and took off. Amy told me later that after I left she just laid in the back seat for a while, covered in my cum and thinking about how great it was.

She was right, it was great. But, like I told her, I had work to do.



The List Ch. 04



The next few days were comparatively uneventful. I didn't see my sister, and only spoke with her briefly. Each time we spoke, there was no mention of our new relationship. That made it even more exciting.

I was afraid that I would be overcome with guilt. After all, I had spent the better part of a day having wild sex with a hot, young woman. Aside from the notion of my 'list', I had not considered myself a cheater. 

Oddly, I still didn't. Having sex with my sister didn't seem like cheating to me. It was, I know, but I didn't feel guilty at all. I was still in love with Lana, and would be a good husband. Well, as good as a husband can be when he's having an incredible sexual relationship with his sister.

I found myself fairly occupied for the first half of the next week. I was a freelance consultant, so at times there would be no work, and at others there would be too much. I was working 11 and 12 hour days, luckily not worried about Lana, who would be at her mother's being looked after.

Even being so busy, I found my mind constantly looking forward to Friday. I was trying to imagine what Lisa had in store for me. There were several things I was hoping for. First was the video; she had promised to show me a video of her friend Alyssa fucking herself with a dildo, apparently pretending it was me. Next was her ass; she said I could fuck her ass, but didn't say when. Last, I wanted to bury myself in her sweet pussy and fill her with my cum. Again, she said I could, but didn't say when. I was sure, though, that Friday would be mind-blowing.

It was Wednesday evening, a little before 7pm, when there was a knock on my office door. My assistant had gone home an hour ago, so I got up from my desk, walked to the outer office and opened the door. 

To my absolute surprise, there stood Lisa. She was wearing a pair of very tight, very low cut jeans, and a t-shirt that seemed about 6 sizes too small for her. She smiled, handed me a heavy bag full of Chinese food, and walked past me into my office. I watched her ass sway as she walked, and felt myself growing hard.

She sat down in one of the leather chairs across from my desk. 

"Lana told me you were working late," she said. "She suggested I bring you some take out, because otherwise you wouldn't eat."

"That's probably true," I said. I rarely ate properly when I was working. I set the bag of food on my desk and sat in my chair, facing Lisa. She was smiling devishly.

"Is food the only thing you brought?" I asked. She laughed.

"Nope," she said. She just sat there, her legs crossed, staring at me. 

"Well?" I said.

"Well, what?" she answered.

"What else did you bring?"

"I think you can figure that out," she said. I was hoping I would, and quickly. I wanted to tell her to stand up and take off her pants, but was feeling nervous. Then I remembered our last conversation, and decided to give it a shot.

"Stand up," I said. She did, her smile growing. I was playing her game and she loved it.

"Turn around," I told her. She slowly turned.

"Take off your pants," I said. She unbuttoned her jeans, then hooked a thumb above each hip and very slowly slid them over her firm ass. They dropped soundlessly to the floor. I was reminded of the first night we fucked, of her silhouette against the nighttime city lights. I felt like I was going to burst out of my pants.

"Kneel on the chair," I said, getting up. As she climbed onto the chair, I walked around the desk, my pants already unbuttoned and falling to the floor. Lisa was now kneeling on the chair, her perfect ass facing me. I came up behind her, and with one arm around her waist, pusher her forward until she was leaning over the back of the chair. My cock was conveniently nestled between her ass cheeks. I reached down and guided it to her already dripping entrance. With one thrust, I was inside her. 

I didn't start slow, instead fucking her with deep, hard strokes. She grunted each time I pushed into her. I had my hands on her hips, pulling her hard against me with every thrust.

It had been days since I last came, but I found myself with amazing staying power. I kept pounding my sister's pussy, and she was getting more and more vocal with each deep stroke. She started to whimper.

"God, I love fucking you," I said. This caused her to cry out.

"Tell me you love it," I said.

"I love it," she said quietly.

"What do you love?" I asked.

"I love you fucking me," she said. "I love your big thick cock inside me. I love being yours, I love when you take me. I want you to fuck me forever." Each word was separated by a sharp gasp.

"Tell me you want me to cum inside you," I said. 

"Oh, fuck, I want you to cum inside me," she said. "But not yet. Not yet, my love. Soon, though, I promise. Oh god, David, I'm going to cum."

I increased the pace of my thrusts, fucking her with abandon. Her impending orgasm triggered my own. I held back, continuing my pace as she came violently. My hands on her hips were the only thing keeping me inside her. As her thrashing died down, I felt myself pass the point of no return. 

"I'm going to cum," I said. I pulled out of her pussy and quickly moved to the front of the chair. I pushed my cock into her waiting mouth. She grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled me completely into her mouth. I came hard, spewing my cum deep into her throat. She managed to swallow almost all of it, with a little stream of cum trickling from one corner of her mouth.

"Jesus, David," she said. "When was the last time you came? There must've been two gallons." She wiped her mouth with her finger then licked it.

"I've had my dinner," she said, smiling. "Why don't you have yours?" I thought she was suggesting I return the favour, but she meant the Chinese food. She stood, not bothering to put her pants back on, and leaned over my desk. As she arranged and opened the containers, I was treated to a view of her ass and ravaged pussy. My cock had only managed to get to half-erect, and now the view in front of me was making it come back to life. 

I walked behind Lisa and knelt down, putting her ass right in front of my face. She stopped, standing motionless, as I spread her asscheeks, exposing her pink asshole. Again, I was powerless to stop, and my tongue found her little hole. She whimpered and opened her legs.

As I tongued her ass, I reached one hand around started to finger her clit. Within about 10 seconds, her legs started to buckle and she came, hard.

"Fuck me," she gasped. "How the fuck do you make me cum so quickly?" 

"I don't know, but I love it," I said. I stood, my now hard penis poking against her ass. Once again, I spread her cheeks. This time, I used my hand to rub my cockhead against her puckered little hole. She gasped but didn't stop me.

I pushed slowly, and watched in amazement as my head slipped inside her ass. This seemed to bring her back to reality, and she quickly pulled away and turned around. 

"You naughty boy," she said. "Trying to break the rules. Just for that you don't get to cum again." I felt crushed. I was literally inches away from being buried in my sisters's ass. My cock was about to burst, and now she wasn't going to help me cum. I decided to see how dominant she wanted me to be. 

I stepped forward, and lifted her ass onto the desk. I wedged myself between her legs. She made a show of trying to stop me, but not a serious one.

"I'm going to cum again," I said. "And so are you." She was grinning at me wildly as I guided myself into her. I slid into her smoothly. She closed her eyes and leaned back. 

I looked down and watched as I fucked her. Her flat, tanned stomach led down to her hairless pussy. I watched as my shaft split her swollen, glistening lips, plunging in and out. Her clit was poking out of its fleshy cap, seeming to throb with every one of my thrusts.

"Jesus," she groaned. "I'm going to cum again." She sat forward enough to reach one hand down between her legs. I watched as she began to rub her clit.

"Oh god," she said. "Oh yes, don't stop, don't stop." She started to convulse, and I could feel her vaginal muscles spasm on my shaft. I continued fucking her deeply, and she kept cumming. 

"Fuck me," she said, finally. "I think I just came three times in a row." She was gasping to catch her breath. "That's another first." Watching this spectacle had brought me to the very edge of orgasm.

"I'm going to cum soon," I said. As I said this, Lisa pushed me back enough so I popped out of her. She grabbed my slick cock and jerked me quickly, and within seconds I was shooting a huge load all over her tits, stomach and pussy.

"Holy fuck, David," she laughed. "Where is all this cum coming from?" I was more amazed than her.

"I don't know," I said. "I haven't cum like this is years." I leaned forward and kissed her deeply.

"So I guess fucking your little sister makes you cum buckets?" she asked, laughing.

"Hearing you talk like that is making me hard again," I said. My cock was starting to throb in her hand.

"No, no, no," she said, letting me go. "No more tonight. You need to save yourself for Friday, mister." She found her pants and slipped them on.

"Let's eat," she said, suddenly all business. I walked to the chair behind my desk, still naked from the waist down, my erection sticking straight out in front of me. Lisa watched me and giggled.

"Seriously, David," she said. "That's it for tonight, but trust me, Friday will be worth the wait. And you have to wait."

I sat down and looked at her.

"What do you mean, I have to wait?" I asked. 

"You can't cum again until Friday, and even then not until I tell you to," she said. I was already feeling like waiting 5 minutes might be a challenge. She sensed my doubt.

"But here's the good news," she said, leaning across the desk. "When I let you finally cum on Friday, you get to cum in my pussy." My jaw almost clunked against the desk.

"So, big brother, can you wait that long?" she asked, leaning a little more. 

"I can," I said, leaning in and kissing her. We kissed slowly for a minute, then pulled back. 

"Then let's eat," she said.

The rest of the week passed at an agonizingly slow pace. Friday evening finally came, and I dressed to go out for dinner with my wife.

We had plans to have dinner at a restaurant that was about 5 minutes away from Lisa and Todd's house. As we pulled away from the house, Lana let me know that we'd be stopping in to see Lisa and Todd on the way to dinner.

"Lisa couldn't come to dinner," Lana said. "But she wanted to see you on your birthday, so I told her we'd stop by for a drink." 

"Sounds good," I said. I was still trying to figure out a way to stay overnight at Lisa's without raising suspicion. 

We made small talk during the drive, and before long we were pulling into Lisa's driveway. To her credit, there was nothing to give the party away. Only Lisa's car stood in the driveway, and there were only a couple lights on inside.

We parked and walked to the front door. Lana rang the doorbell, and after a few seconds, Lisa opened it. I almost gasped at the sight.

She was wearing tight black yoga pants, a white halter top and a light cotton sweater, unzipped. Her tight, tanned stomach was visible, and though I tried not to stare, I could swear her pussy lips were visible under the pants.

"Hey guys," she said, kissing Lana on the cheek. "Hey bro, happy birthday." She gave me a hug that was completely appropriate.

"I just finished working out," she said. "Come on in, make yourselves comfortable in the den." She led us towards the darkened den, and I found myself staring at the way her pants hugged her perfectly round asscheeks. 

As we entered the den, the lights went up, and the gathered crowd yelled 'Surprise', and I pretended to be. I was handed a glass of champagne, and after professing my complete surprise to my wife and sister I started saying hello to everyone else.

As I walked through the crowd, thanking everyone, and found myself suddenly in front of Alyssa. She hugged me and whispered "Happy Birthday" in my ear. I felt her body against mine, her hips against my thighs, her breasts against my chest. 

"Thanks," I said. "it's nice to see you." She let go and bounced away. I watched her go.

As the night went, people got drunker and drunker, and the crown thinned more and more. I was pretty sober, because Lisa was bring me vodka sodas that were either all soda or incredibly weak.

"I want you to be completely functional later," she managed to whisper in my ear. "But it wouldn't hurt if people thought you were hammered."

I started to slur a little bit, and stumbled here and there when appropriate. A little before midnight, Lana came up to me.

"David, I'm going to go," she said. "I'm beat. Are you going to come with me?" Just then Lisa came up beside me.

"Hey, Lana," she said. "We were just about to start a game of beer-amid." She was slurring a little bit. "Can the birthday boy stay a little longer?" She threw her arm over my shoulder. 

"Sure," Lana said. "But he's taking a cab home." 

"No problem," I said. "I'll walk you to the car." 

"That's okay, Romeo," she said, laughing. "Have a fun birthday, and I'll see you when you get home." I kissed her and she was gone.

By about 1am, the crowd had thinned to almost nobody, and Lisa started pushing the rest of the guests out the door. I was hoping that Alyssa would still be around, but I hadn't seen her in more than an hour. 

Lisa said goodbye to the last couple, watched as they drove away, then ran and jumped on my lap. She kissed me passionately.

"Happy birthday, stud," she said. "Are you ready for your present?"

"I sure am," I said. 

"I doubt that," she said, leading me by the hand.

She took me to her bedroom and pushed me down on the king-sized bed. She stood at my feet, and slowly peeled off her clothes. I was once again awestruck by the absolute perfection of her body.

"Before we start," she said, moving to undo my pants. "There are some rules, ones you can't break." She tugged my pants down, freeing my already hard cock.

"Tonight, big bro, you get to cum inside my pussy," she said, lowering her mouth to my groin. Her hot breath on my balls was enough to drive me crazy.

"Do you remember how I told you that I had very specific fantasies to live out?" she asked.

"Yes, I do," I answered. I jumped as her tongue flicked my scrotum.

"Good, because it's very important that this happens the way I've planned. You get to cum inside me, but not until I say. That's critical. Do you understand?" She took my balls entirely into her mouth.

"God," I gasped. "Fuck, yes, I understand."

"If at any time you feel like you might cum, you need to tell me," she said after releasing me. "This really is very important. If you cum too soon, it will ruin my fantasy."

"As long as there's no pressure," I said. She smiled.

"There is a bit of pressure," she said. "But I want this to happen a certain way. So promise me, if you think you might be close to cumming, tell me. Please, baby, this is going to be amazing, but you have to help me make it amazing."

I was truly intrigued. As much as I wanted to cum inside her, I was thinking that she had a little more than just that planned.

"I'll do whatever you tell me," I said.

"Good," she said, straddling me. She grabbed me and in one swift motion I was inside her. She lowered herself onto me until I was completely inside her.

"Is that good, big brother," she cooed. "Do you like to think about shooting your cum into your little sister's tight pussy?" I groaned.

"Well, you will, but there are still some surprises for your birthday. Here's the first," she said, producing a piece of black fabric. She leaned forward and placed it over my eyes. She lifted my head and tied the blindfold behind my head. I couldn't see anything.

I felt her shift her weight back and the start to lift herself off my cock. She slowly raised herself up, then lowered herself back down. The feeling was exquisite.

As Lisa kept up her rhythm, I felt another weight shift the mattress. I had the feeling on flesh close to my face, and then suddenly the unmistakable scent of pussy was in my face.

I was momentarily confused, then panicked. Somebody else was here, watching me fuck my sister. I almost reached up to pull the blindfold off when Lisa stopped me.

"It's okay," she said. "She doesn't know who we are. She just knows that my boyfriend wanted a threesome for his birthday." I relaxed when Lisa said 'boyfriend'. This mystery person didn't know we were brother and sister.

"Just do what comes naturally," Lisa said. "Eat her pussy while I fuck you."

That sounded like good advice, so I did. I didn't ease in, but attacked the sweet folds with vigour. I slid two fingers into the dripping slit while I tongued her clit with fervour. Within a couple minutes I felt her start to tremble, and with a loud cry, she came.

"Fuck, that was amazing," Lisa said. "I feel like it's my birthday." She had maintained her slow pace on my cock, and now she lowered herself completely and stopped. I felt myself throbbing inside her tightness.

"Okay, David, now I'm going to show you something," Lisa said. "Remember, if you feel like you're going to cum, you have to tell me." I just nodded, feeling a little confused. I felt a tug at the blindfold and it fell away. I found myself staring at a set of wet pussy lips. Further up was a flat stomach, small but perky breasts, and finally the beautiful, smiling face of Alyssa.

I was paralyzed. I had just licked Alyssa to an orgasm while she watched me fuck my sister. Lisa must have sensed my panic.

"David, it's okay," she said. She resumed her movement on my cock, and the distraction worked.

"Alyssa and I have been lovers for years," Lisa said. "We have planned this exact night forever. She knows I wanted to fuck you, and she wants to fuck you too." Alyssa leaned back, and Lisa wrapped her arms around Alyssa's chest. Alyssa turned her head and the two girls kissed deeply.

I felt a sudden pressure in my balls, and managed to remember my promise. I grabbed Lisa's hips, pushed her down onto me and held her there.

"Don't move," I said. "God, don't move." I stared at the two naked bodies on top of me. 

"What the fuck," I managed. Lisa and Alyssa smiled at me.

"This is part of your present," Lisa said. "You wanted to fuck Alyssa. You wanted to cum inside your sister. Tonight you get both. Plus, you get to watch your little sister and her girlfriend eat each other to orgasm." I was flabbergasted. 

"Here's what's going to happen," Lisa said. "In a second, I'm going to get off you. Then, Alyssa's going to suck your cock for a little while, and I'm going to play with her pussy and ass while she does.

"Then, she's going to lay on her back, with her ass near the edge of the bed. I'm going to climb on top of her, and we're going to eat each out.

"While we're doing that, you can fuck Alyssa. But remember, you can't cum until I say. When I tell you, you're going to get behind me and fuck me. 

"How does that sound?" she asked.

"Better that anything I've ever heard in my life," I said. 

Lisa lifted herself off me, and it took Alyssa less than a second to have my cock in her mouth. Her ass was close to my head, so I grabbed her and swung her around so that her pussy was once again over my face. As she sucked me, I licked her. Lisa positioned herself so that she was watching me, playing with herself, and fingering Alyssa's asshole.

It didn't take long for Alyssa to cum again, and I had to pull her off my cock before I came in her mouth. She rolled over and turned so that, as promised, her ass was almost hanging off the side of the bed. 

Lisa quickly positioned herself over Alyssa, and her movements left no doubt that they had done this many times before. It seemed like I was quickly forgotten as they feasted on each other.




The List Ch. 04



I was completely dumbfounded. I was watching my sister and her best friend lick and suck each other's pussies. My cock was harder that I ever remember it being, and I felt like I was ready to burst. My sister lifted her head from between Alyssa's legs. Her lips were wet with Alyssa's juices.

"Well," Lisa asked. "Are you going to fuck her, or what? I want to watch that thick cock go into her tight little cunt." Alyssa moaned into Lisa's crotch.

I moved to the side of the bed, and positioned the head of my cock at Alyssa's wet opening. Lisa grabbed my shaft with one hand and my ass with the other. She pulled me forward and I watched as I slid into Alyssa's pussy. As my cock split her lips, Lisa started rubbing Alyssa's clit. I noticed that Lisa was starting to tremble, and as she got closer to orgasm, she started rubbing Alyssa's clit faster. 

I was holding myself inside Alyssa, afraid to move for fear of cumming. I watched as my sister had an orgasm on her friend's face, and felt it as Alyssa came with my cock inside her. It took every ounce of control to not shoot my cum into Alyssa as she came. 

We all seemed to pause for a moment, and I slowly slid out of Alyssa. Lisa was looking up at me, smiling broadly.

"Are you ready?" she asked.

"God yes," I said.

"Good," she said. "Get behind me and put your cock in me." I obeyed without delay, moving to kneel behind Lisa in the bed. Both Alyssa and I watched as my cock slowly sank into my sister. I watched her back arch as I entered her. I grabbed her ass and spread her cheeks apart, allowing me to press myself into her entirely.

"Fuck, Lisa," I grunted. "I'm not going to last."

"That's okay," Lisa said. "When you're ready to cum, I want you as deep in me as you can go." I pushed myself completely into her as I felt my orgasm start. Just as I was about to cum, I felt Alyssa's tongue on my balls, and it was like a cattle prod. My cock jerked and I felt myself shooting my cum deep inside my sister's pussy. She moaned.

"Yeah, baby," she whispered. "Cum in my pussy. Oh fuck, baby, I can feel it. It's so hot, oh my God." Her words seemed to prolong my orgasm, and it felt like I kept cumming forever.

Finally, I was done, and I started to pull out when Lisa stopped me.

"Not yet, lover," she said, looking at me over her shoulder. "There's still part two." Alyssa giggled.

"What's part two?" I asked.

"Well, first you stay inside me until you're fully hard again. Which, given past experience, should be in about 30 seconds.

"Then, you start to fuck me again, and as your cum oozes out, Alyssa's going to lick it off your cock and out of my pussy.

"When you're about to cum again, your going to pull out and cum inside Alyssa, then I'm going to suck your cum out of her. Can you handle that?" I was completely blown away. When she said she had a fantasy she wanted to act out, she wasn't kidding.

"I can handle that," I said, even as I felt myself withering inside her. 

"Good," she said. "Then let's see if we can't get Alyssa off again while we're waiting." Lisa lowered her head between Alyssa's thighs. Immediately, Alyssa started squirming. 

I couldn't see Alyssa, because I was still pressed tightly against Lisa's ass, keeping my semi-erect cock and my cum inside her. I did feel Alyssa moving, and from the moans that came from Lisa, I guessed that Alyssa had started working on her again. Occasionally, I felt Alyssa's tongue snake out and graze my balls. I felt myself starting to harden again.

I slowly pulled out of my sister's pussy, and before I was even a quarter of the way out, a huge glob of cum oozed out and into Alyssa's face. She tried to catch most of it in her mouth, unsuccessfully. I pushed back in, and managed to push out more cum. This time she was ready, and caught all of it in her wide open mouth.

I started to move in and out of my sister, slowly, savouring every moment. Her moans were getting louder, with Alyssa taking turns between her clit and my cock. I ran my thumb along the crack of Lisa's ass, running it lightly over her asshole. She twitched violently.

I let my thumb ride along my cock as it slid in and out, getting it nice and slippery. I placed my lubricated thumb against Lisa's anus, and slowly pushed it all the way in. She uttered a low, guttural sound, and started to push her ass back at me. I knew she was going to cum. 

As Lisa's orgasm started to crash over her, I noticed Alyssa was started to make a high, keening sound. Her legs started to clasp around Lisa's head, and I realized they were both cumming together. It took every ounce of control I had not to shoot another load into my sister's dripping hole.

After their orgasms subsided, I pulled put of both my sister's holes. Lisa climbed off Alyssa and moved to lay beside her. They kissed each other tenderly, basking in the glow of their climaxes. They were each coated with a fine sheen of sweat, and I watched in awe as their tight bodies nestled against each other. 

"See," Lisa said. "I told you he was good."

"You weren't fucking kidding," Alyssa said. "I love his cock. It's so perfect." Her hand snaked out and she wrapped her fingers around my slick shaft. She slowly started to stroke me.

"I guess we should finish him off, huh?" Alyssa said, turned over and crawling towards me, swiftly taking my cock into her mouth. Lisa also crawled beside me, and we kissed deeply as Alyssa started to suck my cock in earnest.

After a minute, Alyssa stopped and quickly straddled me. In one motion, I was inside her, her bare pussy lips nestled against my pubic bone. I watched as she lifted up and dropped back down. With each upward motion, her inner labia were pulled down along my shaft. I saw her clit, fully engorged and jutting out proudly from above her puffy lips. 

I watched as this perfect creature impaled herself on me over and over again. She had one hand on my chest, her back arched, and her head back. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her bottom lip. This vision was enough to bring me close to the edge again.

"she hot, isn't she?" Lisa whispered in my ear. 

"Fuck, yeah," I said. Alyssa looked down at me and smiled, then slid her free hand down and started to rub her clit. I heard Lisa gasp sharply as her own hand found her clit. I was experiencing sensory overload and felt my cock throb.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum," I said. Alyssa pushed herself down on me and started to move back and forth, keeping me inside her completely as I blasted her insides with my sticky load. She grunted as she came too, her cunt muscles spasming wildly on my pulsating shaft. 

We both came down from our highs, and Alyssa looked at Lisa, who was now lying on her back. Her knees were raised and she was working furiously on her clit.

"Are you ready for it?" Alyssa asked. 

"You know I am," Lisa gasped, on the verge of another orgasm. "Get your ass over here now." Alyssa pulled herself off me, quickly pressing her hand to her sopping pussy. 

She quickly positioned herself over Lisa's face. As soon as she took her hand away, I saw my cum gush out all over my sister's face. Lisa's eyes were closed, and her hips were undulating madly. As Alyssa fingered my cum onto Lisa's face, Lisa started to cum, trembling wildly. 

Completely spent, I watched as Lisa's orgasm subsided. Alyssa slid down Lisa's body, until their crotches were pressed together. Alyssa kissed Lisa, then started licking my cum off her face. I moved beside them, and we spent a while kissing and caressing each other.

"Fuck, that was amazing," I said. "Thanks for my birthday present." Both girls smiled, and we all drifted off to sleep. 



The List Ch. 04: Sarah-Miss Jenkins



*****Author's Note***** 

This is part 4 of a series. Although the chapter can stand on its own, it is highly recommended you go back and read chapters 1-3. I hope you enjoy. All comments are welcome. Chapter 5 should be out early next week. 

findingmyvoice deserves a big shout out for her awesome editing skills and her very visual suggestions. Without her, this would not be possible. 

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THE LIST - Chapter 4 - Sarah (Miss Jenkins) 

Miss Jenkins, or rather Sarah, tried to make conversation with Shane in the car. She was not very successful, as her words at times were slurred and other times inaudible. What little portions of the conversation he did hear included words like; you, remember, desk, board. One word he could clearly make out was; ass. 

Shane didn't think she would be able to walk to her door by herself. He asked her where her keys were, and she reached inside of her purse to find them. 

Shane slid her out of the passenger seat; and hoisted her up like a married couple preparing to cross the threshold. Finding the right key to open the door took longer than expected. He opened the door to a dimly lit foyer then carried her into the living room. 

Next to the couch, a small table lamp illuminated the room in a soft yellow glow. Shane eased her onto the couch, placed a pillow under head, and swung her legs up so she was lying on her side. She looked comfortable; her eyes were closed and a drunk, satisfied smile spread across her lips as she let out small sighs. 

Shane looked in the hall closet, where he found a throw to cover her up with. When he put the blanket over her shoulder, she woke up. 

"Where am I?" 

"I brought you home Miss Jenkins, you had a lot to drink. You should get some rest and I will check on you tomorrow before I leave town. You may need some aspirin and vegetable juice to get your day started in the morning." 

"I can't sleep on this couch. I need to get to my bed. Can you help me up the stairs?" 

"Sure thing Mis..." 

"Sarah, call me Sarah!" 

"...Sarah." 

Shane swept her up in his arms. "Weee! So strong!" she giggled. 

Carrying her up the stairs was a little more difficult. Due to the narrow hallway, Shane had to turn her so her head would not hit the wall. He extended his left arm out bracing her head, and twisted her parallel to his body. His right hand ended up on her ass to support her weight, accommodating for the awkward position. 

"I'm sorry Miss J..." Sarah glared at him. "Sarah. I just need to balance you better up the stairs." She smiled and wiggled her butt. 

Placing her feet on the floor in the bedroom, Shane helped her stand. "I need some help," she said, stumbling a few steps while reaching behind her to unzip her skirt. "Can you pull the covers back for me?" 

Shane moved to the bed and pulled the covers back far enough for her to get in. He turned around to find she had shimmied her way out of the skirt, which lay at her feet. She was unbuttoning her blouse, exposing the top of her breasts and a white lace bra, which matched the white, French-cut panties she wore. 

Yes, Miss Jenkins is on my list. Yes, I could use this opportunity to cross her off. No, I will not take advantage of her. 

While Shane was distracted by his thoughts, Sarah had fully undressed and pushed Shane onto the bed. "Do you still think I'm hot?" 

"Umm...Yeah, but this isn't right Sarah. You are drunk." 

"Are you afraid of taking advantage of me while I'm tipsy? I thought you might like to make a fantasy come true, since I'm in the mood and you are obviously getting there too." Sarah pushed her thigh into his crotch. 

Shane couldn't control his erection. Miss Jenkins had the sweetest ass he had ever seen, and now he was seeing it bare, laid out in front of him like a buffet. 

"I know all of you boys liked my ass. I noticed you looking; could feel all of your eyes burning holes through my skirts and pants. Why do you think I purposely dropped the marker? It turned me on thinking about the way you stared at my ass when I bent over to pick it up." Shane exclaimed to himself, I knew it! 

"You aren't the only one who had fantasies. Many nights while grading papers, I would think about all the bulging pants I saw, watching them pass my desk. Yours caught my eye several times. You were never able to hide yours easily." 

"Um, Sarah, I think the alcohol has gotten to you." 

"You may be right. I don't want to pass up an opportunity. Have your way with me Shane," she pleaded. 

"You need to get some rest. Tomorrow, I will check on you before heading out of town. If you still feel the same way, when you're sober, you can tell me. If not, we will not mention it again." 

Struggling with his conscience, Shane tucked Sarah into bed. He gave her a short kiss on the forehead as she smiled and drifted off to sleep. Shane locked the door behind him, and headed to his parent's house. 

It had been a strange day; running into Charlene; having amazing sex with her; and Miss Jenkins, or rather Sarah, making drunken advances on him. Who in their right mind would turn that ass down? Am I an idiot? 

Shane's emotions were running wild by the time he got home. His mother had been waiting up for him, as usual. "You're home kind of early aren't you?" 

"It's not that early. Besides, I have to head home tomorrow and need to get some rest. It's been a...interesting night." 

"Oh? Did some pretty classmate peak your interest in something?" Shane knew she was referring to finding someone to marry. 

"You could say that," Shane smirked to himself; wanting her to think he had a possibility in mind. 

Turning in for the night, Shane hit rewind on his mental recording of the day's events. Rolling the film over and over in his mind, he fell asleep thinking about the opportunity to take Miss Jenkins. 

Morning arrived too quickly. His head hurt and he hadn't slept long. Shane packed his things, said goodbye to his parents, and headed to the Mediterranean grill Charlene had introduced him to yesterday. 

After forty-five minutes, he decided to call Charlene to check on her. The phone rang several times before the voicemail picked up. Shane left a brief message stating he would wait for a bit longer, but would have to head out soon. 

Immediately after he hung up, his cell phone rang. The caller ID informed him Charlene was calling. "Hey Charlene. I just left you a message." 

"I'm so sorry Shane. I had to leave town last night. My mother was taken to the hospital." 

"Is everything okay? Do you need anything?" 

"She will be fine. I'm sorry I missed our lunch date. I will call you once Mom is out of the hospital." 

They said goodbye and Shane headed back into town, stopping in front of Miss Jenkins', Sarah's house. It's hard to call her Sarah. He rang the doorbell and heard her say, "Come in," through the screen door. He entered to find Sarah on her way into the living room carrying two drinks as if she was expecting him at that exact moment. 

She was wearing a flowery sun dress, short and flowing. The top was cinched against her bodice, but what caught Shane's eyes was how the back of it rested on the top of her ass, accentuating it, before flaring out. Shane could picture it like he had x-ray vision. He had done it many times before. This time however, he had a mental picture of what it really looked like; no need to imagine after last night's preview. 

"Shane, I want to thank you for getting me home safely last night. I'm sure I made quite a fool of myself. The only thing I remember was dancing, you carrying me inside, taking my clothes off, and falling asleep. I have no idea how I got upstairs and into bed." 

Shane pondered if he should fill in the gaps for her. "You were pretty lit up last night." He looked at the end table to see a bottle of aspirin and a V8. "I see you took my advice," he said, pointing to the end table. 

"Thank you, it worked perfectly. So, what else did we talk about last night?" 

Shane's stomach knotted as he debated what to tell her. 

"Don't be shy. We're both adults. Give me all the details and don't leave anything out." 

"Okay. It was a short conversation really. You asked me if I thought you were still hot then you told me you knew us boys were always staring at your behind, and you purposely bent over for us." 

Blushing, Sarah said, "Wow, that's embarrassing. Is that all I said? I know when I get drunk I don't have a very good filter." 

"No, you said more. You told me about how you got turned on seeing the bulges in our pants walking past your desk." Shane paused, waiting for the deep crimson hue of embarrassment to fill her cheeks before he continued, "Then you said you needed to go to bed." He left off the part about stripping down and pinning him; practically begging him to make their fantasies come true. 

Sarah stood and turned toward the kitchen. When she did, the napkin she had been using as a coaster fell to the floor. She spun fast and bent over, straight-legged. Shane suddenly sprung fully erect in his pants as he got a full view of her ass when her dress flew up. Her ass was plump, round, and naked; no panties. 

She stayed bent over for several seconds before retrieving the napkin. Shane shifted in his seat hiding his raging hard-on after she went out of view. She returned to stand in front of him. 

"You never did tell me what you answered to my question about being hot." 

"Oh, Uhm, Very. You don't look a day older than the day I left for college, twenty years ago. It's like time stood still." 

"Do you know what the difference is between my getting turned on with you boys staring at my ass then, and you staring at my ass a minute ago?" 

Flustered at being caught, Shane said uncomfortably, "No, I don't." 

"I can do something about it now!" Sarah pounced on Shane, placing her knees on either side of him on the couch. She pushed his head back and kissed him. Shane could feel the heat of her vagina as she sat directly on the bulge in his pants. 

Pulling her lips from his, she cupped his face in her hand, and looked deep into his eyes. She smiled and whispered, "Someone's excited. Grab my ass!" 

Shane reached around her, placed his hands on her ass and squeezed. The feeling was everything he thought it would be; meaty, soft, and firm. "Yeah, that feels good doesn't it?" 

"Yes, but, Sarah, do you really want to do this?" 

Sarah sat up straight. She placed a finger to the side of her mouth as if to think. She smiled, biting her fingernail, and said slyly, "Have your way with me Shane, like I asked you to last night." She arched her back, thrust her hips forward, and pulled his head up to rest on her chest. 

Shane realized she had been playing him. The napkin was dropped on purpose, like in high school. He grinned respectfully at her ruse. Sarah was right. There wasn't anything that could be done in the past to alleviate the tension brought about by fantasies between a teacher and student. He wasn't her student any more. 

Still grinding on him, she pulled his shirt over his head and placed her hands on his chiseled chest. Her long hair fell around her face when she lowered her mouth to take in one of his nipples. Sarah sucked and used her tongue to draw a circle around it. Shane had moved one hand to the front of her and fondled her breast. He pinched her nipple through her dress while she continued to suck on his. 

Her palms spread flat over his rippling abs, making their way down to his pants. She undid the fly and pushed with her hands at the edge. 

Putting his arms between her legs, he grabbed the top of both his pants and underwear, and pushed them down past his knees. On his upward approach, he seized the hem of her dress, pulling up until it rose above her tits. Sarah lifted her arms, offering Shane the needed access to remove her dress completely. 

Shane traced the contours of her body. One hand stopped on her tit. He squeezed and rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. His other hand travelled down her body and found its target. His fingers traced along her swollen sex. She shuddered and shifted, sending out a ripple of heat. He accepted the invitation and dipped his fingers inside. The escaping lubrication both coated and coaxed his driving fingers. 

Sarah helped Shane knead her breast and pinch her other nipple to match his pressure. She pulled on it; stretching it. Letting go, she cupped her tit and brought it to her mouth. Her tongue snaked out of her lips to flick at her nub before they opened and clamped onto it. Shane watched her teeth grab the nipple as she closed her mouth around it, and sucked; releasing it with a popping noise. 

She cupped her other breast inviting Shane to suckle her. Sarah continued to lap at her breast as Shane watched out of the corner of his eye. Whenever she bit down, he did. When she licked he licked; sucking, biting, and lapping in time with each other. Her moans ensured him she was enjoying it. Sarah leaned forward for him to get closer to her. 

Shane could feel her legs trembling from holding herself up. He caressed, massaged, and lightly spanked her ass cheeks before grabbing them, taking the weight off of her legs. She was wet; he was hard; they were hot. Sarah lowered herself onto him. Shane knew to sit still until she was able to get used to his size. Every couple of pushes down on him she took more into her. 

"AHHH!" she sighed reaching the bottom of his shaft. She began to rock back and forth, side to side, until she was rocking and rolling her hips like a belly dancer. She made his penis touch every part of her insides before slowly sliding up and down on him with short strokes. 

Her muscles tensed and released, siphoning his cock. "Oh my GOD!" Sarah screamed. 

Shane heard the screen door and remembered the front door was wide open. Anyone outside could hear them. 

A male voice spoke, "Are you ok Miss Jenkins?" Footsteps could be heard making their way to the living room. 

Shane's heart stopped. Sarah continued to ride him, quickening her pace. "Mmmm. That feels so GOOD!" She panted and rolled her hips more. 

Shane heard the footsteps turn. The front door closed, followed by the screen door. Whoever had come in, realized what he was hearing, and respectfully backed out, shutting them off from the world. 

His hips thrust up against her as he played with her tits, squeezing, pinching, sucking, and biting them like she instructed earlier. Both of them were moaning, gasping, and inhaling sharply. Sarah's thighs started shaking and her grip on Shane's shoulders tightened. 

"Make me cum Shane. Make me cum, please!" Begging, she stopped pushing on him, and stayed in one place as he hammered up into her powerfully. Dropping herself down, impaling herself, she wailed, "I'm CUMMING!" Shane could feel her fluids gushing over his shaft. 

"I know what you really want," she teased, as she stood up and assumed a position on the floor in front of him. On her knees, with her forearms touching the floor, she beckoned to him, "Come get what you always dreamed of. Stick your big cock in my ass and fuck me hard!" 

"You'll have to teach me Miss Jenkins, I've never done this before," said Shane, playing the shy school boy. 

Without correcting him, she responded, "Mmmm. Miss Jenkins is going to have to instruct you in a naughty extracurricular activity. I'm a bad, naughty teacher, aren't I?" 

"You were never a bad teacher Miss Jenkins, but you sure are a naughty one now! What's the first lesson?" 

Sarah reached between her legs to find his cock and backed toward him guiding it to the entrance of her pussy. "First, we need to get it nice and wet. Lots of lubrication is the key." 

"Stick your finger in my cunt and get it really wet." Shane placed his index finger into her. He could feel her quivering and trembling and got his finger as wet as he could. "That's it," she said as she moaned and grinded against his hand. 

"Shove your cock in my pussy to keep me flowing and rub your finger around my asshole" Shane followed her directions and circled his finger around her dark, wrinkled dimple, making it glisten with her cum. "Good, Shane, just like that," she said as she pushed back against his curious finger. With a natural impulse, he dipped his finger down to where his cock was gently moving back and forth, to collect more of her sweetness, then pushed as much of it as he could into her puckered hole. 

He slowly tried to invade her dark tunnel with his finger, trying to work her cum down inside. "Someone's an eager learner. I see you have taken it upon yourself to excel in your studies. You always were an over achiever." 

She gasped as his finger entered her, pushing past the tight outer ring into her anal cavity. Sarah pushed back and forth on his cock and finger. "Good job! Now take it out and get another finger wet. Use two this time." 

He did as he was told and got his second finger wet. He pulled out of her in order to put his fingers into the natural lubrication factory. Shoving his cock back in, he pushed both of his fingers into her asshole and started moving them like a piston. He could feel his fingers pressing against his cock through the thin wall of tissue separating them. Sarah backed up forcefully, making sure his fingers sunk in as far as they could go. "Uhn, UHN!" grunting, as his finger continued to fuck her ass. His cock slammed into her, his balls slapped against her. 

Shane didn't know how much longer he could hold out. Seeing his fingers working in and out, feeling his cock and fingers work together, and hearing the sound of Sarah's pleasure were hard to resist. 

"Ok. Take it out of me and place the head of your cock at my ass. Push slowly until the tip is in." Shane continued to practice his live lessons, doing as she said. He pushed hard, but slow; not wanting to hurt her. The tip all of a sudden popped into place. Sarah shrieked, "Oh Yeah! Stop right there! Don't push yet!" 

Shane waited. He could feel her twisting and shifting, obviously getting used to his size, stretching herself out to receive more of him. "I want you to push as hard as you can until you can't go any further, wait a second and then pull back out. BUT NOT ALL THE WAY! Leave the tip in my ass, right where you are now. It's going to feel really tight. PUSH!" 

He pushed as hard as he could. Sarah cried out in pain, "OWWW!" Shane stopped immediately. He had only gotten another half inch of his cock in her. "Are you OK?" 

"I'll be ok. It always hurts at first with something your size. Pull out like I said and do it again." 

Shane pulled until the tip of his cock was still in her and thrust forward with all his might. Sarah let out a scream. Shane did not get any further in than he had with the first push. 

Remembering her spring of lubrication flowing near his balls, he dipped his fingers into her pussy and got them really yet. He rubbed his fingers around his cock where it met her asshole. "I knew you would figure it out sooner or later. You were always a bright boy." 

Another push and he moved further in. Sarah didn't scream in pain this time, but moaned. "Now that you have it started, do short strokes and try to push further, little by little." 

Shane followed her command, slowly, deliberately he pushed and pulled. The more he moved, the more lubricated she became. Her hole was tight, but Shane was inching forward with each short stroke. 

"Oh yeah, that feels good. Keep going! You're stretching me so good. Ooooh! Mmmm, don't stop," Sarah said breathlessly. 

Half into her ass, Shane started extending his strokes into longer thrusts. He found a rhythm with her, and as they opposed each other's movements Shane drifted in deeper. "That feels so warm and so tight! Miss Jenkins, are you sure you're ok?" 




The List Ch. 04: Sarah-Miss Jenkins



"I'm more than okay, this is amazing! Now push your dick harder into my ass! I'm ready to take it all!" Sarah grunted through clinched teeth. 

With one long thrust, Shane pushed the rest of his cock deep inside her. Sarah gasped, "Oooh! Oooooh!! OHHH!" Accomplishing the goal of getting his eight and a half inches in, Shane smacked Sarah's ass. "Ouch! Mmmm, do it again!" He complied with her wish, and smacked her ass again with more force. "Yes! Owww! I'm a bad teacher!" 

Shane rammed her hard. He watched the ripples move from the bottom of her ass up to the small of her back with each powerful thrust. "Yes! Punish my ass! Fuck it hard!" Sarah screamed with pleasure. 

"Uhn! I'm going to cum soon!" Shane exclaimed. 

"No, not yet! I want you to fuck me harder! I'm almost there!" 

Shane remembered what Charlene had done to stop his urge from cumming. "It's time for your lesson now Sarah," he said, calling her by her first name to let her know he was now the teacher. 

Shane stopped when he was fully in her. "Reach between your legs and place your finger at the base of my cock, right between my balls." Sarah did as directed. "A little further down." He felt her finger hit the right spot. "Press there and hold while I fuck your ass!" 

He slowly withdrew until only the head of his cock was in her. Shane waited a second and then thrust into her ass with as much power as he could muster. "OH MY GOD!" she screamed. 

"Keep pressing until I say 'depress' and then ease up the pressure, BUT keep your finger there. When I say 'press' apply pressure." 

Shane moved in and out of her asshole slowly. She moaned with pleasure. He increased his speed and said, "Depress!" Sarah immediately released the pressure she had been applying with her finger. 

Shane accelerated his strokes in speed and force while Sarah kept her finger in position. She rested her cheek on the floor, burrowed her shoulders down, and reached back to her clit. Sarah played with her clit while Shane furiously ploughed into her ass. "I'm going to cum Shane! MMMmmm! It feels sooo good!" 

"Press!" Shane commanded. Sarah pressed as told. He slowed his strokes nearly to a stop. Shane could feel her muscles relax as her near orgasm descended. Shane's own longing for release subsided. 

"Depress!" Sarah obeyed. She released the pressure on the spot Shane showed her. Instantly, he drove his cock into her vigorously. "Oh FUCK! Fuck my ass! Fuck it hard! Harder! OOOOOOHHHH!" she squealed. Shane continued to slam her asshole with all his might. "Come on baby! Fuck my ass and give me all your cum!" 

"Press!" he said. Shane continued to ravage her ass. Sarah's legs quivered as she pushed back on Shane's cock. The compression she applied kept Shane from cumming. Sarah started to shake. Her gasps, moans, and screams sounded like painful pleasure. "OH GOD! OH GOD! AHHH SHIT!! I'm cumming!" Shane felt her muscles tighten around his cock as she exploded in a loud, intense orgasm. 

He continued fucking her ass. He suddenly shouted, "Depress!" Sarah released as Shane made one final plunge into her ass, spraying cum inside her anal cavity. Sarah came again when his semen flooded into her. 

Shane pulled out of her, which allowed the large amount of cum he pumped into her ass to ooze out, and slide down the runway extending to her pussy. Sarah put her hand under her cunt, catching the cum as it dripped from her. She rubbed it all over her pussy, and then reached back as far as she could to collect more. Sarah pushed the cum, which was collecting on her fingers, into her slit, massaging it in. 

Shane smacked her ass. "Ouch!" She lifted herself up onto her hands, and then sat on her side. "That was wonderful! The way you brought us to a peak and then brought us back down simultaneously, I have never experienced anything like that before. Where did you learn that?" 

"Oh, I know this cute girl who went to med school. She learned about pressure points and circulation in one of her anatomy classes," he said, with a smirk on his face. 

"Well, you need to find that woman and marry her. Any woman who can do that certainly has other tricks up her sleeve." 

"Sarah, how did you know this was one of my fantasies? You mentioned last night about making a fantasy come true." 

"Hmm...well, there was one day in class I saw something after you left to use the restroom. Let's just say, you can cross me off your list," she giggled, "and feel free to add me back to it as many times as you like." 

Shane got dressed, kissed her goodbye, and headed toward the door. As he was closing the door behind him, he took one more look at Sarah. She was standing by the bookcase, naked, writing in a small black book she had retrieved from the shelf.



The List Ch. 04



"Grant!" She sighed. "I'm so glad you're here."



The List Ch. 05



When I got to school on Tuesday I let Mindy know that Friday afternoon was when we were going to do it. I also told her to make sure she wore some sexy underwear. Hoping that I was going do her sooner, she pouted a little when I told her she had to wait a few days. I knew she wanted it bad, so for some reason it was fun for me to make her wait a little longer.

On top of that, though, I was addicted to the blowjobs she'd been giving me and I wanted to get a couple more of them.

Amy and Mindy were the only girls who had gone down on me, and I preferred Mindy by far. Mindy was able to take way more of my erection into her mouth at once. She could even take the whole thing down her throat when I, so-to-speak, forced the issue. It seemed like Amy could only do a few inches no matter what.

On top of that, though, we liked the same thing. Mindy genuinely enjoyed it when I took control and fed my cock to her rough, and it got me off, too. Amy said that she liked to give me head, but she didn't get off on it like Mindy did. Mindy was one of those special girls that could orgasm by having her throat fucked.

I would have been content if Mindy just sucked it every day and we never fucked. Like I said in a previous entry, most days for the duration of high school she did suck it. In addition, through the rest of the time we were in school together I fucked her a lot. We did it once or twice a week and, of course, I had my other girls on the side. When she would have boyfriends we still did it occasionally, but not as often.

I didn't care very much about most of the girls that I would come to bang the next few years. I always figured that this was a fair attitude since none of them cared about me, either, just about my dick. Mindy was probably my best friend, though, so it was important to me that I kept her satisfied; especially the first time we did it. The time had come to check girl number two off of my list.

Friday rolled around and, when I saw Mindy at school I could tell that she "dolled up" for me. She was still dressed in her usual style, but instead of the typically knee-length skirt she had on a pink, pleated skirt that was an inch or two shorter than usual. She had white stockings pulled up her calves, and a pair of pink high heels that matched her skirt.

As part of her "look" most days Mindy wore sweaters, but today she had on a tight white button up dress shirt, and pigtails tied with pink bows. Though she was too petite to have cleavage, she left an extra button or two undone on her shirt. She also was wearing more makeup than she normally would at school, and for the first time I could remember Mindy was wearing contacts instead of her usual thick glasses.

On most days Mindy didn't put a lot of effort into her appearance, but that wasn't the case today. She looked sexy, and she looked like someone you would fantasize about fucking. It was actually making me nervous knowing how hard she had tried to look good for me.

I'd come to know that she usually dressed conservatively, but there was a wild girl inside. I think she was excited to let that side of her show a little. I usually just saw her as a friend, almost like "one of the guys" but that Friday I kept catching myself stealing glimpses at Mindy, and I'm sure she noticed.

During first period Math class, when she knew I was looking, she slid her skirt halfway up her thigh to reveal a frilly pink and white garter. She slipped out a note she'd written and passed it to me. It read, "I've let some boys do me, but I've never been fucked by a real man." I read it over and over again with pride. My friend really thought of me as a stud.

Like usual, I sat with her over lunch hour. I think that day we were both just doing our best to act normal. A couple of times, though, girls I didn't even know would walk by and tell her things like, "Enjoy it!"

A female student that I don't think I'd seen before walked by and called out, "I hope he doesn't break you!" I asked Mindy mischievously, "So you told everybody we're going to do it after school?"

She answered, "Of course I did! Everybody thinks you're a stud now and you're only doing two girls: the sexy head cheerleader and me. That puts me up to a pretty high status!"

"I'm glad I could help you out." I realized that I was getting more nervous. This was my friend, and I wanted to be good.

"And I can't wait to help you out!" she said, seductively, but with a laugh.

Before I knew it school was out and we went straight to Mindy's parent's house. Right inside the door I pulled her into my arms and kissed her. Up to that point what we'd been doing was a lot like Amy and me. Mindy had sucked my dick five or six times, but we never once kissed. I didn't care if Amy felt like a whore, but I started kissing Mindy because I wanted her to feel romanced.

After making out for a few minutes I took her little hand and led her upstairs to where the bedrooms were. She started walking towards her room.

"No, in here," I said, and went into her parent's room.

She followed me. "You want to do me on my parent's bed?"

"It's a cleaner, bigger room. It looks nicer," I tried to explain, but I could tell that she thought it was a little weird.

"Stand against the back wall for a second," I told her. She did, while I climbed on the bed. I reached into my backpack and pulled out a camera.

"You want to take pictures of me?" She said it in a nervous voice, but I could already tell that she was going to let me.

"You look so hot today I couldn't stop looking at you. I've been waiting to do this all day. Don't worry, I won't show any of the guys at school."

It really wasn't too hard of a sell. She wasn't about to say "no" after waiting all week to get laid.

I told Mindy to dance for me a little and snapped a few shots of her fully clothed. Then I had her unbutton her shirt and pull it off. She had a satin teddy underneath, which was pink to match the rest of her outfit. Once she was going she really started to get into it. She slid her panties out from under her skirt and started dancing dirtier while I took pictures.

"Should I take off my teddy or my skirt next?"

"Uhm, take off the teddy. I like the skirt."

Really moving her hips and gyrating, she slid the teddy over her head. She looked so hot, dancing for me. I snapped a bunch of pictures, then she undid the skirt and slid it off.

"Baby, you're making me so hard," I told her.

She blushed, and kept dancing. "Do you want me to take anything else off?" she asked. All that was left were her pink high heels, her calf-high stockings, the lacy garter around her thigh, and the pink ribbons in her ponytails.

"No, you look hot. I want to fuck you like this," I said and climbed off the bed. I pulled my shirt over my head, and quickly slipped off my socks and shoes.

"I want you on your knees now," I said, and she quickly complied.

I walked in front of her, still holding the camera, and she started unzipping me. My jeans and boxers were off in seconds.

She wrapped both of her hands around my erection and looked up at me. "I bet you want to take some pictures with your big dick in my little mouth, don't you?"

"Yes, but don't move." I snapped a picture of her holding it and looking up at me.

"Now wrap your lips around the head and keep looking up at me." I got a great picture of a girl with both hands and her mouth on my cock.

"Can I do a picture with it lying across on my face so you can see it's bigger than my head?"

That sounded like a great idea to me. I snapped that image, and then I took some pictures while she sucked on my balls.

Finally, I had her start blowing me and kept the camera going. She started to moan as it went deeper and deeper. I grabbed one of her ponytails and took a couple of shots where you could tell that I was thrusting my dick into her mouth. "Now force it all the way," I said, and I got a picture of my dick disappearing completely down her throat. That picture is one of my favorites. You can actually see the head of my big snake bulging down her slender neck, almost like an "Adam's apple".

"Good girl," I told her. "I think we should move to the bed, because you've really got me worked up."

She pulled my giant cock out of her mouth and stood up. I pushed her on the bed and pounced on her.

"Fuck me, you big-dicked stud. I've been waiting for it all week."

We'd had plenty of foreplay to get us both ready.

"Slide it in, baby," I told her. She grabbed my dick and slowly eased it into her pussy while I photographed it.

"Oh my God, it's so big!" she said in a whispering moan when I was still only partway inside of her. I started slowly rocking back and forth, and she closed her eyes in ecstasy. I snapped a few pictures of the face she was making, then set the camera down.

"Are you ready to really take it?" I asked. I was still only pumping half of my member into her.

"Oh yeah, drill me with it! Fuck me good!"

I laid my body on top of hers, grabbed a ponytail in each hand, and started fucking her hard.

"Do me, stallion!" she shouted at the top of her lungs, then she just started screaming and moaning. She could never help how loud she always got.

"I'm coming on your big dick!" she started shouting.

I pistoned into her hard until her orgasm subsided, then I flipped her over and started fucking her from behind. I grabbed the camera again and took a few pictures of my friend getting fucked with her ass in the air.

"I'm coming again! Pound me!" I grabbed her hips and pounded her hard while she screamed into a pillow.

I slowed down my rhythm, then we changed positions again. I had her climb on top of me.

I was still using the camera as she slid my monster back into her, then I snapped away while I watched her ride it.

We did this for a minute, then I put the camera down because I was getting close to coming.

Without pulling out of her or missing a beat I wrapped her up in my arms and threw her back on the bed. We were back in a missionary position and I was pounding her pussy as hard as possible.

"Give it to me!" she shouted while she came again.

"Here I come baby!" I said, and pulled out just in time to start shooting it all over her face and tits.

Mindy absolutely loved being jacked off on. My first "fuck buddy" loved having her face shot with cum so much that for a while I thought every girl loved it.

I shot spurt after spurt on her.

"Smile," I said as I grabbed the camera again. She did, and I took a picture of her waving at the camera, covered in sperm on her parent's bed. I snapped a few more shots where her cum-covered face liked my dick dry. Then I lay down next to her.

"That was amazing, thank you!" she purred to me.

"Don't thank me, I thought it was incredible, too."

"Well, I mean 'thank you' like 'thank you for putting me number two on your list of girls. You didn't have to but you did. So, thank you."

I started casually rubbing my dick and getting hard again. I was figuring on doing it again, but Mindy interrupted that thought when she looked at the clock. "My God, my mom's going to be home any minute! We've got to get out of here!"

"Okay, but personally I don't care if your mom catches us. It would probably juts help me."

"What are you talking about?"

"She's not next but you should know, Mindy... your mom is on my list, too."



The List Ch. 05



I woke the next morning with a warm body wrapped in my arms. I slowly opened my eyes, and Alyssa's blond hair answered my first question.

Her ass was pressed into my groin, and I realized that I was already hard, my throbbing shaft nestled between her cheeks.

I lifted my head, looking for Lisa. I heard her voice coming down the hall towards the bedroom.

"Yeah, I know," she said into the cordless phone. She walked into the bedroom and put her finger to her lips, mouthing 'Shhhhhhhhhh'.

"Well, don't worry Lana, as soon as he's up I'll send him home," she said, smiling. She listened for a few seconds.

"Okay, well maybe I'll make him breakfast before I get him back to you," she paused again. "Okay, sounds good. Have fun." She hung up and threw the phone on the bed.

"Well, look who's awake," she said, jumping on the bed beside me. I heard Alyssa moan quietly.

"So, how's the stallion feeling this morning?" Lisa asked me, nestling in behind me. I was now the meat in their sandwich. It was a pretty great thing to be.

I was going to turn to answer her when I felt Alyssa's hand reach down and grab my cock. With little ceremony, she rubbed it along her slit, and then started pushing it inside her. There was some initial dryness, then unbelievable wetness. She let go and grabbed my ass, pulling me inside her in one thrust.

"Jesus, are you fucking her?" Lisa asked, propping herself up to see. She pulled the covers back and poked her head over me. Alyssa's leg was raised, and Lisa had a great view of my cock spreading her pussy lips.

"Fuck me, that's hot," Lisa said. Alyssa had not said a word yet, but was pushing back against me as I pushed in and out of her.

I felt a hand on my ass, and then Lisa's fingers were stroking my balls. She leaned down to whisper in my ear.

"Are you going to cum inside her again?" she asked. I groaned. I wasn't sure how much of this I could take. These girls were likely to kill me before too long.

"Do it," Lisa said. ""Bury that fucking cock in her pussy and fill her with your cum." Alyssa gasped, and I noticed that her hand was working between her legs. I felt Lisa's hand leave my balls and gently caress my ass. She ran a finger down the crack between my cheeks, and then I felt her finger running along my dripping shaft.

As I began fucking Alyssa with earnest, I felt Lisa's finger trail back and come to rest on my ass. I froze, paralyzed as I felt her finger tease my ass. Alyssa, unhappy with my stoppage, started pushing back at me. 

Alyssa started to moan loudly, signaling her impending orgasm. Despite my state of confusion, I felt the familiar feeling start in my balls. As Alyssa came, I came, breaking my paralysis. I grabbed Alyssa's hips, pushing all the way inside her. 

I came for what felt like minutes, and as my pulsing cock slowed, I slowly turned on my back, my cock pulling out of Alyssa.

"Holy shit," I heard her say. I looked down and saw a river of cum flowing from her pussy, over her thigh and onto the bed. "That was a lot of fucking cum," she said, reaching down to try and stem the flow.

Lisa was smiling at me, and I couldn't help but smile back. Then she punched me playfully in the stomach.

"Come on, stud," she said. "We need to shower and then I'll make you breakfast." She hopped off the bed and ran to the bathroom, motioning for me to follow.

We had a lazy shower, washing each other gently and only somewhat erotically. As she washed my crotch, I felt myself growing hard yet again. She laughed.

"My god, you really are a stallion, aren't you?" she asked.

"Just with you," I said. "I can't remember the last time I've performed like this." It was true. Twice a night was certainly possible, and sometimes again in the morning, but I could not remember twice the next morning.

As Lisa's hand gripped my growing cock, the shower door opened and Alyssa stepped in. Without speaking, she wedged herself between me and Lisa and gently pushed me out the door. I took the hint, toweled off and went to lie on the bed. 

I heard the girls giggling in the shower, and my waning erection was back at full strength. I resisted the urge to touch myself. My patience was rewarded about five minutes later.

Both girls came out of the bathroom, stark naked. They walked to the side of the bed and stood there. I stared at their perfect bodies. Their taut, flat stomachs; firm, round breasts; slim hips and smooth legs; it was enough to drive one crazy.

"So," Lisa said. "Do you want to make us breakfast first, or should we make you breakfast?" I was a little confused, but I decided that chivalry would be the best course of action.

"I guess I'll make you breakfast," I said, moving to get up. Lisa stopped me before I could stand, and the two girls hopped onto the bed. They sat against the headboard, their knees raised, legs spread.

"Okay, then," Alyssa said. "Make us breakfast." It took me a minute to figure it out. I was making them my breakfast. I smiled. 

"Who's first?" I asked. 

We spent the next hour dining on each other. After I had eaten the girls to two orgasms each, they spent a painfully long time sucking and licking every inch of my cock and balls. I came in Alyssa's mouth, and then watched as she kissed Lisa, passing my sperm to her.

As Lisa and I lounged on the bed, Alyssa got dressed and left rather quickly. Before leaving, she gave both Lisa and I long, deep kisses. She left without another word.

"So," Lisa said. "You must have some questions." She was grinning at me.

"Yeah, a couple," I said, grinning back. Truthfully, I wasn't going to press the issue; it would seem a little crazy to be given the gift of two such goddesses and then question why it had happened. But since Lisa had offered, I decided to take her up.

"Okay, I'll tell you everything," she said, getting off the bed. "Over breakfast. Real breakfast." She pulled on her jeans and a t-shirt, with no underwear or bra.

"C'mon," she said, throwing my jeans at me. "I'm buying."

We went to a diner about halfway between her and my houses. I had been there before and we grabbed a booth in the back. It was after the morning rush and before the afternoon crowd, so the place wasn't too busy. There was nobody within earshot.

We sat down, and the waitress came by with coffee almost immediately. We ordered, and I realized I was famished. Lisa and I both ordered enough food for 2. As soon as the waitress was gone I asked her the question that had been on my mind since last night.

"So, obviously Alyssa knows about us," I said. 

"Yeah, obviously," Lisa replied. That was it.

"Well?" I asked. 

"Well, what?" she answered.

"Are you going to tell me?" 

"Yes," she said. "But I'm going to make you ask the questions. I'll answer anything you ask me."

"Okay," I said. This could be fun or it could be annoying. Considering the fun we had had recently, I decided to give my sister the benefit of the doubt.

"So how did Alyssa find out about us?" I asked. 

"I told her," Lisa said, blowing on her coffee. 

"I see," I said, sipping my own coffee. "And it seems you two are lovers?"

She smiled. "We like to fuck each other," she said. "But we're not gay. Well, I guess we're bi."

"How did that happen?" I asked. She took a sip of coffee and started talking.

"About 5 years ago, she started trying to sneak peaks at you when you were changing, or coming out of the shower. I told you she used to watch you from the attic; I didn't tell you that I showed her. I used to watch you too.

"Okay, fuck the questions," she went on. "I'll just tell you. One night, we were sitting around drinking and smoking up a bit. We used to do that a lot on weekends, just the two of us. This night, she was agitated. She wasn't really upset, just on edge. After about half an hour of hounding her, I got her to tell me what was going on.

"She made me promise not to tell anybody, and then she told me she was fucking an older man. She told me that initially he took her unwillingly, but since then she had come to crave the encounters. She had been having sex with him almost every day for months.

"She stopped for a few minutes, looking at me, like she was unsure she wanted to take the next step. Part of me knew what to expect.

"'It's my dad,' she said. I was stunned. I felt like I needed to console her, but when I tried she laughed me off.

"'I'm not telling you because I want help,' she said. 'I'm telling you because I think it's the hottest fucking thing ever and I've been dying to tell somebody.'

"She spent the next half hour telling me all the things her dad did to her, and how much she loved them. She knew it was wrong, and that she should feel ashamed, but she didn't. She and her dad loved each other, and that made the sex so much more powerful.

"As she told me more and more about her relationship, I found myself thinking about you. The way she described the power of the coupling made me decide then and there to try to seduce you." She stopped as the waitress came by with our food. We both started eating, and she kept the story going between bites.

"When she was done telling me the details, I realized that I was so incredibly horny. You had just gotten home from hockey, and I knew you'd be showering. I was dying to go up to my secret spot in the attic, but with Alyssa there I couldn't." I used to play hockey on Friday or Saturday nights, and would usually get home at about 1am, so late night showers were the norm.

"Alyssa heard you come in," she said. "She started talking about how much she wanted to fuck you, and how she'd kill to watch you shower. The combination of the booze, pot and sex talk got the better of me, and I told her about the spot in the attic. 

"Before I knew it, we were both up there, watching you. It was a good night, because after you finished washing, you grabbed your cock and started jerking off. Alyssa and I were both in t-shirts and panties, and as we watched I noticed her hand was in her panties. I had never before been interested in other women sexually, but at that point, I could not stop myself. I reached out, pulled her hand out of her panties and replaced it with mine. 

"We watched you masturbate, and as you came all over the tub, Alyssa came all over my hand. She was so loud I was worried you might have heard her. After she came, we went back to my room and spent the night exploring each other. We were both virgins when it came to women, but we managed to figure it out." Even though I had already cum twice, my cock was fully engorged right now.

"The pattern repeated itself for a while, until you moved out. After that, we still got together to fuck, we just didn't get to watch you shower.

"After a while, I started talking to her about you. I confessed my fantasy, and we started trying to formulate a plan that would let me seduce you. Sadly, none of those plans worked, and it took almost 5 years for my wish to come true.

"The other thing we did during all that time was watch a lot of porn. She helped me put together the fantasies that I've got. And I'll tell you, if you think last night was as good as it can get, believe me, there's more to come." She smiled at her own play on words. 

"There's going to be more to come in about 10 seconds," I said. "I can't believe you just said all that."

She was grinning ferociously. "I'm so wet I think there's a wet spot on my pants." She grabbed her napkin, and I watched as she undid her pants and slid it inside. "It's better than nothing," she said, winking.

I was still somewhat in shock that this incredibly hot, sex-starved woman was my little sister. She caught me shaking my head.

"What," she said, doing up her pants. 

"I'm just amazed," I said. "I had no idea that you were so..." I paused, looking for the right word.

"Loose? Easy? Dirty?" she said, laughing.

"No, no, no," I said. "So, sexual, I guess. Every guy dreams about a girl like you, one who is aggressive and submissive and loves to experiment and basically loves sex. Somehow, I've found two of them."

She laughed. "Well, you can thank Alyssa for my sexual awakening. If it wasn't for her, I never would have realized that being this sexual was not only okay, but actually pretty normal.

"When we first started talking and fooling around, it became clear that she wasn't holding anything back. She told me everything, and I slowly started to open up to her. I can't explain the feeling of liberation, knowing you can tell a person your deepest, darkest desires without fear of judgment. In fact, it's the complete opposite; the more we share our desires and fantasies, the hotter we get. We have our best sex after talking about some pretty depraved things." This piqued my curiosity.

"Oh, yeah? I asked. "Like what?" I wasn't sure I was ready to hear what was more depraved than having a threesome with your brother and best friend.

"Never you mind," she replied. "I have to save some of the good stuff for later, right? Anyway, part of the point of everything I told you is that I want you to feel with me like I feel with her. I want to be the one person you can tell anything too, no matter how sick you think it might be."

I looked at her, feeling a little uncertain. I definitely had thoughts in my head, but they were not the kind of thoughts I ever thought I'd share. I still wasn't sure. She sensed my uncertainty.

"I'm not saying right now," she said. "But hopefully you'll get to feel comfortable enough to get there. And I promise, the darker the fantasies, the hotter it will make everything."

"I'm not sure I can handle things any hotter," I said. My cock was throbbing painfully against my jeans. I was desperate to cum, despite my recent performance.

"I think you'll be fine," she said, throwing money on the table. "Now let's get you home before Lana starts to worry."

We left the diner, and as we walked towards her car, she threw me the keys.

"I'm driving?" I asked.

"Yep," she said. "I've got something to take care of." I opened her door for her and she slid into the passenger seat. I walked around to the driver's side, and by the time I had my door open, she had her pants around her ankles.

"Now make sure you keep your eyes on the road," she said. Her left hand had already snaked down to her pussy, and she was rubbing her clit.

I started the car. As I pulled out of the parking spot, I almost drove into a car double parked in front of us. 

"See?" she said, grinning. "Keep your eyes on the road, not on me." She gasped and arched her back a bit. I felt like I was going to cum in my pants.

"Here's the deal," she said. "If you can get us back to your place before I cum, I'll fuck you. If not, then you'll have to jerk off. But you better hurry, because I'm almost there."

I drove as fast as I thought safe. I tried my best not to look over, but Lisa was making it hard. She would grunt and gasp, and whisper things that I could barely hear. After what seemed like an eternity, I pulled into my driveway. I put the car in Park just as my sister started bucking beside me.

"Fuck, that was good," she said. "But I guess you win. Come on, we don't have a lot of time." She pulled her pants up and ran out of the car to the front door. By the time I reached her, she had managed to get the spare key and open the door. She ran into the house, shedding her pants in the front hall.

I closed and locked the door, suddenly terrified that Lana might be home. I followed Lisa to the kitchen.

She had leaned over the kitchen table, and was propped on her elbows. Her legs we together, her upper thighs framing her plump, dripping pussy lips. My heart was racing.

"Jesus," I whispered. "What about Lana?" 

"Don't worry," she said. "She went out for brunch with some girlfriends. She won't be home for another 20 or 30 minutes." She wiggled her ass at me.

"So get over here and fuck me. And hurry." My pants were off before she finished 'hurry'. I stood behind her and placed my head at her drenched entrance. With one push I was all the way inside her. I realized that I was going to cum almost immediately.

I pulled out and pushed back in, and felt myself already pass the point of no return. I groaned as I shot my cum into her, and she moaned contentedly. I kept moving in and out until my orgasm finally subsided. My cum and her juices had spilled out and made a rather large puddle on the floor. As I pulled out, another large glob of cum fell to the floor with a loud 'plop'.

My sister didn't move, and I stared at her pussy. My cum was dripping out of her, some falling to the floor, and the rest running down her legs. It was an unbelievable sight.

The sound of a car door broke my trance.

"Shit," I said. "Lana's home." Lisa grabbed her jeans and pulled them on. She looked down at the crotch, which was visibly wet. I was grabbing paper towels to clean up the mess on the floor.

"Shit, shit, shit," she said. She ran to the fridge, grabbed a container of juice and poured some into a glass. She sat at the table where we had just finished fucking, and poured half the juice onto her lap. She put the glass on the table and knocked it over. 

The effect was perfect. Lana opened the front door just as Lisa shrieked. Lana rushed in and we all laughed at Lisa's clumsiness. Lisa toweled herself off, said some quick goodbyes and was gone.

As I finished cleaning up the mess, Lana and I talked about my night. I assured her I was completely surprised and had a great time. More surprised than she'll ever know, I thought to myself.



The List Ch. 05: Threesome



*****Author's Note***** 

This is part 5 of a 6 part series. Although the chapter can stand on its own, it is recommended to read chapters 1-4 in order to get the full sense of the meaning behind the list. 

I want to thank findingmyvoice for editing, suggesting, and most of all not using the safe word...yet. 

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Shane woke; mouth dry; sweat sticking to his body. For the past three nights he was having nightmares, but could not remember them in the morning. He only had the terrible feeling associated with the unknown terrors of his dreams. The nights he did get rest usually left him feeling rundown and empty. 

Maybe it's just all of the long hours I've been working, he thought. He had been working nearly day and night for two months straight on a project, which required him to travel frequently. 

At least this bed isn't hard as a rock, like the last one, he reflected. The administrative assistant in his office had made the travel arrangements without consulting him. 

After stretching his arms and legs, he took a shower and prepared himself. Today, he had to meet with the business manager of a software development firm. He wasn't looking forward to it. It would most likely be another meeting of no one being able to make a decision, resulting in an unsigned contract. 

The building was nice. High glass windows veiled the front, with modern metallic art hanging in the lobby for all to see. "I'm here for the NewTech Solutions meeting," he addressed the receptionist. 

"Your name?" she inquired, giving him a once over. 

"Shane O'Malley." 

The receptionist; June, according to her nameplate; flatly said, "Take the elevator to level 6. Then take the first right. The conference room is straight ahead. Here's your visitor's badge, please wear it at all times. Have a great day." 

He reached the conference room doors and paused. This was his last stop before going back to his office. He needed this contract, or the project would be delayed. He shook himself out, relieving his stress, and opened the door. 

Shane took his place at the elongated table, facing the window looking out across a sea of cubicles. He watched as employees busied themselves; walking from one cube to the next. 

What the hell!? Shane's jaw visibly dropped. Walking toward the conference room, he saw a leggy blonde and busty brunette: Jolene and Monica. He was about to raise his hand to wave, when Jolene shook her head and put a finger to her lips. 

"I know, shockingly beautiful, aren't they?" the senior vice president asked. 

Shane only nodded as Jolene entered the conference room with Monica in tow. "Shane, I want you to meet my business manager, Jolene, and my administrative assistant, Monica," he said while extending his arm toward the girls. 

Shane stood as Jolene stretched her hand out; offering a handshake. "Pleased to meet you," she said; winking. 

Monica offered her hand as well, nodding to acknowledge him. 

Shane had trouble pretending not to know Jolene and Monica. Knowing them made the meeting go by quickly, and Shane got all of the answers he needed. 

"Thank you for taking time to meet with me," Shane said to the senior VP; shaking his hand. 

"Jolene, can you handle the contract signing? I have another meeting to get to. Monica can help out if you need her to." 

"Sure Mr. Barnes. Monica and I will take care of everything." 

"Great! Have a safe trip home Shane," Mr. Barnes said halfheartedly. 

After Mr. Barnes left the room, they all let out an audible sigh. "Why didn't you two tell me you worked here?" 

"We weren't sure how Mr. Barnes would react, so we kept quiet about it. He doesn't like to mix business with pleasure," Monica stated. 

"However, we do mix business with pleasure. Meet us at Malone's downtown at seven. We'll have a few drinks, catch up, and get these documents signed," Jolene said enthusiastically. 

Shane returned to the hotel. It had been seventeen years since he had seen them, and two months ago he was reminded of them when he found the list. The list was tucked safely in his nightstand drawer back home, but he knew there was only one thing left to cross off; a threesome with Jolene and Monica. 

He so desperately wanted to persuade them, but he had determined the list must be completed naturally. It's not a conquest list, he reminded himself. 

He had a couple of hours to kill before he was to meet with them, so he tried calling Charlene again. He had not had a chance to talk to her the day he left town. The last he knew, she went to see her mother in the hospital. He left numerous messages on her voicemail and also with her receptionist. Her receptionist would only say she was out of town for an undetermined amount of time. 

He turned on the TV, hoping to relieve himself of the pit growing in his stomach. He was worried about her. He flipped through the channels and saw one horrible news story after another, which didn't put him at ease. At least the receptionist had some kind of contact with her. He set the alarm clock on his phone, and drifted to sleep. 

Shane punched "Malone's" into his GPS and started driving, listening to the turn by turn directions. He arrived promptly at seven, and walked inside. Malone's was an Irish pub, complete with Gaelic music and Guinness on tap. 

As he paid his cover charge, he spotted the girls sitting at the bar. He watched as two guys hit on them. As soon as they left with their heads down, two more appeared. 

Shane noticed one gentleman near the door watching them intently. "What's up with those two?" Shane asked. 

"Those two girls have been here for about an hour and I think every man in here has tried to hook up with them. I imagine those two guys that walked up to them now will strike out as well," the man said confidently. 

"Well, since everyone else has tried I might as well too, right?" 

"Knock yourself out. Those two aren't leaving with anyone." 

Shane moved between the two men who had approached Jolene and Monica when he came in the door. "Hey! Watch it!" one of them demanded. He ignored the man and put his arms around Jolene and Monica. 

"You ladies interested in a threesome?" he asked loud enough for the two men to hear him; half serious. 

He heard a snicker behind him. Jolene and Monica both looked up at him, sipping from their Long Island Iced Teas. Both women gave Shane a seductive look; their chins were dipped down as they eyed him. 

Jolene looked away momentarily; taking the straw out of her drink. She looked back at Shane, biting the end of the straw teasingly. Her hand moved to his chest. She pulled the straw from her mouth asking, "Can we videotape it?" 

"That sounds fun!" Monica exclaimed, as she put her hand on the other side of his chest. The two men huffed and retreated. 

They all laughed as Monica slid over one seat, allowing Shane to sit between them. After Shane sat down, the girls each scooted their seats closer to him, spooning him. 

Shane woke with a start; another nightmare. His head hurt terribly. Where am I? He soon realized he was at Jolene's. Shane was naked and could feel the cool satin sheets as he stirred. The house was quiet. An alarm clock showed it was 11:27am. What happened last night? 

As he moved to get off the bed, his hand rest on a piece of paper. Jolene had left him a note along with an SD card. Shane, My keys are on the dresser. You can take my car to pick yours up at Malone's. We left a little present for you. Please wait until you get home to see what's on it. Lots of Love, Jo and Monica XOXO. 

Shane was confused; and curious as to what was on the card. He found his clothing scattered about the room, and got dressed. 

The anticipation of looking at the SD card made the drive home seem much faster, as he tried to imagine what was on it. Leaving his bags in the car, Shane went straight to his laptop and popped the SD card in. Only one file was on the card; a movie clip. Removing the card he turned on his large screen TV, and slid the card into the media center. 

The movie flashed on immediately with Monica and Jolene standing at the foot of the bed. The each removed their clothing. Monica wore a pair of emerald green panties, stockings, a black lace garter, and green stiletto heels. Jolene was dressed in a black silky thong and a pair of platform heels with silver metal spikes to accentuate her long, creamy legs. 

Shane watched the images move across the screen. His cock started to stiffen as he watched Jolene and Monica devour each other's tongues. He watched as Jolene massaged Monica's 36DD tits, encased in emerald green and black lace. 

Shane rubbed his cock while watching Jolene move away from the camera. He focused on her extended calves on the screen, the way her heels elongated her shapely legs. He remembered the first time he touched her thighs with his lips. The phantom smell of ripened raspberries filled his nostrils. 

He watched Monica as she moved to the bed and sat next to Shane who was laying down with his legs hanging over the edge. The camera zoomed in so only the bed was viewable. Jolene came into the picture and blew a kiss at the camera. 

Jolene sat on the other side of Shane and the two of them started to rub his legs. Monica leaned over to Jolene; parting her lips as Jolene did the same. They kissed; still rubbing his legs, creeping further toward his groin. 

Jolene's breasts were barely contained by her teal pushup bra, highlighting the small chasm between them. She reached out and cupped Monica's tits, rubbing her thumbs over Monica's nipples through the satin and lace material. Monica started to undo Shane's belt buckle as Jolene freed Monica's right breast from its confines and then took her nipple into her mouth. Jolene sucked and licked, eyeing the camera as Monica continued to undo Shane's pants. 

Each of them tugged on the sides of his jeans until they slid off of his feet, Monica tossed them aside as Jolene's hand ran across Shane's inner thigh. Monica joined Jolene as they grasped the base of his semi-hard cock and lifted it to be seen by the camera. 

Shane's face came into view as he raised his head to watch the girls fondle him. Jolene stroked his cock while Monica cupped his balls, lightly massaging them. Shane's cock quickly came to full attention. While Jolene continued to stroke him slowly, Monica took one of his balls into her mouth and sucked on it. 

Monica knelt between Shane's legs as Jolene retrieved the camera. Jolene focused on Monica's face peering over Shane's cock. Monica smiled before running her cherry red lips along the underside of his cock from top to bottom. Her tongue meandered across the top of his balls before engulfing one of them. She sucked hard and allowed it to slip from her mouth. Jolene's hand stretched out to stroke him while Monica continued her oral exploration. 

While sitting on the couch, watching the images splayed out on the big screen, Shane felt the uncomfortable restraint his pants caused on his swollen member. He removed his pants, grabbed a box of tissue from the end table, and sat back down on the couch. He clutched his hard-on and slowly jacked off when he saw Monica's lips become the focus on the screen. 

Monica's lips retraced the path they used to reach the bottom of his shaft. When she pivoted the top, she slipped her upper lip over the head and sucked on the tip. Shane heard himself moan on the video. 

The camera moved closer to show the droplets of saliva escaping the corner of Monica's mouth as they ran down his shaft. She released him, caught a drop of his pre-cum on her bottom lip, and extended it into a long thin strand as she raised her head slowly with her lips parted. 

Shane mimicked the scene as his hand reached the top of his cock where he used his forefinger in substitution of Monica's lip. He imagined how good Monica's mouth felt as he recalled their escapade in the car seventeen years ago. 

Monica descended her mouth on his cock taking him further. Her lips stretched to accommodate his girth. She pulled her head back up. Her lipstick made a visible ring around his cock to indicate how far she took him in her mouth. A gob of spit dropped from her lips to coat the head of his cock before she went down on him again. She forced the oral lubricant along the length of his rod where she left another stain of lipstick at the base. 

Monica's head started to bob. As her pace quickened, the camera followed along Shane's stomach and chest to show the pleasurable smile on his face. After only a second, the camera moved to focus on Jolene's hand, which was placed inside her panties. She rubbed and played with her pussy. 

Shane could almost feel the silky material against his tongue as he recalled the first time he tested the barrier of her panties so long ago. The illustrious scent of her sex over-powered him. He stroked his cock faster as he continued to watch the scene before him. 

The camera moved back to Monica who was now working his cock with her hand as she licked and sucked the tip. Monica paused and Jolene handed her the camera. Jolene leaned back on the bed and removed her panties and flung them past Monica. She looked at the camera and positioned herself over Shane's face with her feet each side of his shoulders. Jolene placed a hand on his chest as she lowered herself down to squat over Shane's mouth. Shane's hands followed the outskirts of her legs until they were positioned on her waist. Jolene straightened to balance herself as Monica zoomed in on her smooth mound. 

Shane watched intently as Jolene brushed his lips with her pussy. He noticed something different than the last time he felt it. A small gold ring decorated her clitoral hood. 

Shane's tongue emerged from his mouth to lap at her glistening hole as Jolene spread her pussy lips to allow him further access. Monica moved in closer. She zoomed in on his tongue as it touched the ring, and traveled down Jolene's slit, disappearing deep inside of her. Shane thrust his tongue in and out of Jolene. "Mmmm. That feels good," she said. 

As Shane continued to fuck her with his tongue, Monica filmed her own finger as it played with Jolene's piercing, applying pressure to her clit. Shane's tongue collided with Jolene's clit and trapped it against Monica's finger. She pressed Jolene's clit against Shane's tongue while he flicked at it. He moved his tongue back down her slit to fuck her with it once more. 

Monica backed up to show Jolene's whole body on the screen. Jolene removed her bra while Shane continued to lick and suck on her. She held her pussy open for him with one hand as she pinched and pulled on her nipple. Her legs shook. She adjusted herself so her knees were on the bed, straddling Shane's face. 

Jolene raised a finger to her mouth, and bit it as she tipped her head, and closed her eyes. She removed her finger and ran her nail down her neck while she bit her lower lip. She dipped her head down and rolled it back. Her finger drew a line between her breasts, over her naval, and down to her pussy. With both hands she spread her lips for Shane and bucked her hips. 

Monica passed the camera to Jolene. She moved between Shane's legs and took him in her mouth all the way to the base, and slowly sucked her way to the tip. She made another dive, quickly. "Mmmm," she hummed. 

The camera became unsteady and Jolene could be heard panting behind it. Monica looked into the camera, and flashed her green eyes as she continued to plummet and climb his cock with her mouth. She quickened her pace as she allowed Shane's shaft to glide between her full lips. 

Shane proceeded to stroke himself as he imagined Monica kneeling before him. He squeezed his cock harder; keeping time with Monica's speed on the screen. 

Monica grabbed his cock and released him from her mouth. She ran her tongue down the shaft as she pointed his cock toward the camera. 

The scene changed all of a sudden. Another camera had been recording. The view displayed now was from the side of the bed. Jolene held a camera as she lowered her face down to Shane's cock, which Monica presented to her. Shane had his face buried between her legs and his hands spread her ass cheeks apart. Jolene placed the camera on the bed and slipped the head of his cock into her mouth with Monica's guidance. Monica sucked on his balls as Jolene slowly stuffed more of him into her small mouth. 

Shane watched his cock stretch Jolene's lips. He remembered the trouble she had the first time she sucked him. Monica's saliva sparkled on his shaft and made Jolene's effort to engulf him appear easier as she took him little by little. With every move back to the tip, Shane could see her cheeks hollow. 

Jolene's tits rested on Shane's ripped abdomen and she rocked back and forth on his mouth. Monica relocated herself near Shane's head as Jolene took control of his cock. She sucked him all the way in while she rocked forward, and then slid her mouth back to the tip while rocking backward over Shane. Monica brought her mouth to Jolene's ass and slithered her tongue out into the crevice. 

Jolene churned her hips and freed his cock from the vacuum hold her mouth had on him. She threw her head back and stroked Shane as he and Monica worked her ass and pussy with their tongues. Jolene's pointed tongue licked at the pre-cum pooled at the tip of his cock. 

Jolene slid off of Shane's face and turned herself around as Monica kissed him. Their tongues danced and Monica licked Jolene's juices from his chin. Jolene merged her tongue into the whirl their tongues created. The three tongues tangled and unraveled as Jolene rubbed her pussy along the length of his shaft. She teased him as she permitted the head of his swollen cock to settle at the opening of her sex and then slid back down the underside of his cock. 

Monica placed herself over Shane as Jolene sat up. Jolene ground on top of him and Monica lowered her pussy to Shane's opened mouth. Jolene and Monica both looked at the camera and winked. Monica seized Jolene's head and pulled her close. Jolene clutched Monica's hair and jerked her head back. Jolene's mouth dominated Monica as they passionately kissed. 

Shane felt tightness in his groin as he observed the stage Jolene and Monica commanded on his TV. Engrossed in the activity before him, he didn't realize how close he was to cumming. Shane slowed his strokes and the pressure he applied to his engorged cock. 

When Jolene and Monica separated their lips, Monica retrieved the camera from the bed. Jolene raised her hips and Monica pointed the camera to Shane's cock coated in Jolene's lubrication. 

Shane's cock came into focus as the view changed to the camera Monica held. Monica's hand extended and pushed Shane's cock straight in the air. She steered him as Jolene eased her way down. Shane's cock settled into her slit and Monica began to pump him slowly while Jolene continued her descent over the head. Monica kneaded Jolene's clit between her thumb and forefinger. She maintained focus on Shane's thick rod as Jolene took him into her deeper. Her pussy expanded to accommodate the width of his cock. 

Jolene's fingers split around his cock and milked him as she revolved her hips. Monica pulled back to capture Jolene's face. Her head rose slightly and her eyes closed. Pleasure washed over her face as she parted her mouth and rolled her tongue across her pink upper lip. 

Monica centered Jolene in the viewfinder as she rode up and down. One of her hands rubbed her clit while the other continued to slide over his shaft as it vanished inside her and then materialized when she lifted herself up. Jolene let her hands explore her own body as she ran her fingertips along her stomach and up to her breasts where she massaged them before she circled her nipples. She pinched and tugged on them. Jolene slid her hands on each side of her neck and extended her elbows out away from her while she arched her back. She clasped her hands together behind her, turned her head to one side, and moaned. Her hands fell quickly to Shane's abs as she let out a gasp. 




The List Ch. 05: Threesome



"Shit! Oh God! Right there!" Monica cried out. 

Jolene stretched her hands out to claw at Shane's chest as she lifted her ass and pushed back with such force the sharp burst of pain manifested through her short, high pitched scream. Jolene continued to push and withdraw. She clinched her teeth together as if to absorb the discomfort Shane's cock infused inside of her. Shane returned her thrusts; force for force in the opposite direction. Jolene's mouth hung open, and released a constant, "OHHHHHH," as Shane drove into her relentlessly. 

"OH SHIT!" Shane exclaimed; muffled under Monica's sweet pussy. 

Another view of the bed appeared. The angle of the camera suggested it was on the ceiling in a corner of the room. Monica continued to film Jolene while she rocked her pelvis on Shane's mouth. Her hand rubbed and smacked at her clit. Monica's smile indicated her enjoyment while she periodically bit her lip. She put the camera down and extended her arms between Jolene's and tore at Shane's abdomen. 

As Jolene continued to get pounded by Shane, Monica shoved a tit into her waiting mouth. Shane grabbed Jolene's waist and threw her down onto his cock with reckless abandon. Jolene bit down on Monica's nipple splashing her face with delightful agony. Monica's shriek harmonized with Jolene's whimpered screams. In unison, they both shouted out, "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" 

Jolene sat up, stopped her thrusts, and allowed Shane to continue his powerful invasion of her steamy wet cunt. Monica's legs shuddered as she grabbed her tits and smashed them together. She brought one to her mouth and sucked hard on her nipple. Jolene grabbed Monica's shoulders to steady herself. Shane's thrusts nearly propelled Jolene in the air. Her breasts bounced fiercely. With great difficulty she caught her nipples and pulled. Monica tried to catch her breath, "I'm going to cum!" 

"Yes! Yes! I'm cumming too, Shane. Fill me up!" 

Monica encouraged him saying, "Cum in her tight pussy! Fuck her hard!" 

Jolene's and Monica's squeals resonated through the room as they simultaneously flooded Shane's cock and mouth with cum. Monica moved to the side of Shane. He sat up, grabbed Jolene under the arms, and lifted her. Her arms and legs wrapped around his body as he stood. With one last shove, his cock pierced her pussy. His legs jerked, and his body shook. 

The living room grew dim as evening approached with only the larger than life images bringing light to the darkening room. Shane's cock felt like it was about to explode. He tended to his cock, furiously jacking himself off as he watched. Jolene's face exhibited shock and awe. He knew the video was close to the end and he allowed himself to release the pressure building inside of him. His cum shot forth, arcing high in the air, and then landed on his stomach. 

Jolene threw her head back exhaling and inhaling sharply. Monica quickly slid across the bed to lie on her back with her head between Shane's legs. 

He pulled out of Jolene and his cum dripped from her onto Monica's nose. She took him in her mouth and sucked the remaining cum from his cock. 

In the dark living room, another spurt of cum emerged from Shane's cock and touched down on his leg. He continued to stroke himself as he viewed his cock in Monica's mouth. 

She licked and sucked him clean. Jolene placed her feet on the floor as Shane moved out of the way to grab the camera. Shane started to film. 

Again, the screen switched to Shane's camera view. He focused on Monica's pouty lips. The cum on Monica's nose ran into her eye. 

Jolene took her place over Monica as she played with the cum in her mouth. She grabbed it with her fingers and pulled it out and then sucked it back in. She ran her cum-coated fingers over her faded red lips and passed them over her chin to her neck. 

Jolene inserted a finger into her pussy and scooped cum from inside of her. She pushed Shane's semen out of her into Monica's mouth. Monica wrapped her arms around Jolene's legs, spread her swollen pussy lips, and closed her mouth over Jolene's hole as it dripped more cum. She sucked and probed Jolene with her tongue while she gathered every last drop. Monica swallowed hard and used her finger to force the cum pooled near her eye toward her mouth. 

Monica grabbed the camera from Shane and turned it toward herself. She manipulated the cum covering her face to her puffy lips where she artfully used the tip of her tongue to harvest the creamy fluid, which indulged her taste buds. When she completed cleaning her fingers, she looked into the camera. "Don't think you're done yet baby. Do you remember what I said to you that night you dropped me off? Yeah, that's right. The next time we met I wanted to see how many times you could cum. That was one. Let's see how many more you have in you," she said as she winked. 

The video faded. Shane reached for the remote, when the video started playing again. Monica and Jolene sat on the edge of the bed. They were dressed for work. Jolene spoke, "Shane, we're sorry we weren't able to edit the rest of the video for you. Once we have it done, we will send it your way. I'm sure you will enjoy the rest of it as much as I know you enjoyed this one." 

"We hope you will come visit us again soon. It was an amazing time. I'm not sure how much more we could have taken, but we would like to find out. Maybe next time we will drink afterwards. Until then, enjoy the video. We love you!" Monica said as she smiled and the video faded again. 

Shane sat on the couch completely dumbfounded at what he witnessed. I must have been hammered to not remember that! He shut the TV off, went to his bedroom, and opened the nightstand drawer. Shane looked at the list he started thirty-two years ago. Only one task remained to be crossed off. He smiled as he struck a line through the last entry: the threesome with Jolene and Monica. 

The list was now completed with as little interaction as possible. He felt luck was on his side. He didn't create the situations that helped cross off all of the names. They came naturally as it was intended to be. He folded the paper and placed it back in his nightstand as a memento of how much things changed over the course of his life.



The List Ch. 06



The reason was simple that the third girl I was going to fuck was Megan, the popular redheaded senior. When I sat down and made my list I thought of her as "low-hanging fruit." What I mean is that she had a well-earned reputation for being easy; especially if you got a couple of drinks into her. It's hard to know what's true and what's just a rumor, but supposedly she'd sucked half the dicks on the football team.

When I first sat down and made my list of girls that I was determined to fuck I put her towards the beginning and pushed back some ladies that I thought would be more of a challenge. Naturally when I made my list I wasn't thinking of her as a "sure thing", but now that people didn't think I was a nerd anymore it didn't sound that hard.

Megan was a very attractive girl who had curly red hair, bright green eyes, and the freckly white skin you would expect to go along with them. She usually wore tight t-shirts to school, sometimes with a skirt and sometimes with jeans, and her breasts were small enough that she usually didn't wear a bra.

Megan had grabbed my dick once in the cafeteria to see how big it was, and she was in the bathroom watching the first time I fucked Amy. At the least, I was sure that she was curious about my appendage.

I was curious about her body, too. Another reason she made my list is that she was probably the tiniest girl that I knew. Megan was only about five feet tall, and I'm sure she weighed less than a hundred pounds. My dick was one-fifth the size of her whole body! I really wanted to find out if a girl that small could handle the whole thing. If not, I really wanted to watch her try.

She was a cheerleader with Amy, so I already knew my best route to get to her.

I never got her phone number, so late one night I showed up at Amy's house unannounced. It was a huge place, like a mansion. Her parents were divorced, and I guess her mom, who she lived with, got the house.

I had that in common with Amy. My parents were divorced, but I lived with my mom in a dump.

I rang the front bell and her mom answered.

"Is Amy home, ma'am?"

She didn't say anything to me. She just yelled, "Amy, one of your little friends is here!"

I could easily smell on her breath she'd been drinking.

"She'll be right down."

The mom looked a lot like I would have expected: an older version of Amy. Blonde, busty, and she still had a nice body. She was dressed nicely for late on a weeknight.

We stood there for a moment in awkward silence. I thought it was awkward, anyway. She picked a drink up off of the table and sipped it.

"So, I've heard a lot about you young man." She was probably just making small talk, but she said it in sort of a pointed way.

"Oh?"

Just then, Amy walked into the room. "Mom, leave him alone. Let's talk outside."

Amy led me to a big garden area with a fountain. It was well lit. She must have been heading to bed; all she was wearing was a huge t-shirt that must have passed for pajamas.

She leaned into me for a kiss and I gave it to her.

"How about a quick handjob?" I asked.

Without hesitation she got on her knees in the grass and started undoing my zipper.

"Okay, but it's already been over a week since you fucked me. I mean, I'm not going to nag you but are you going to do me some more, right?"

"Of course, baby, I'm just not in the mood for pussy right now. I want you to jerk me off."

She pulled my dick out of my pants. "God, I always forget how big it is. It really is like a horse cock."

Using both of her hands she started working my shaft up and down.

She cautioned, "Remember not to come on me, or my mom will see it."

I didn't say anything for a minute, I just watched the cute blonde work my package.

"So, I'm ready to fuck the third girl on my list," I told her, while reaching down to feel one of her big breasts.

"Really? Who's that?"

"I'm going to do Megan, and I figured you could help me."

Amy was on her knees in front of me, jerking my cock and she started rubbing my shaft on her face and licking it up and down.

"What do you want me to do?" she asked.

"Not much. I need you to get her to hang out with us this weekend, and you're going to have to be designated driver. We're just going to hang out, play some miniature golf, and things will take care of themselves."

She was really picking up pace now working my meat. Humping her hands felt great.

"Oh," I added, "and don't tell her that I'm going to try to fuck her. That would ruin the surprise."

"Okay, but there's got to be something in it for me. If I get you Megan, you'll fuck me again, right?"

"You know I'd love to fuck you again, kitten."

"On my terms too, right? I pick when and where?"

"Of course. I'll give it to you however you want. Now tell me how much you love it."

I closed my eyes and listened to her talk as she performed the handjob.

"I love your dick so much. I love playing with it, I love touching it, I love sucking on it. You're the only guy that I ever want to fuck me. It's so huge—"

She was cut off because I was ready to start coming. I pushed the cockhead into her mouth and started jacking off fast as I lost it.

Just as my first burst of seamen shot into her mouth her mom called in the distance, "Amy, you've been out there too long. Get back in here right now!"

I was holding her head tight while she worked to swallow shot after shot of my load. She was a trooper and swallowed almost all of it, though she did end up with a little on her face.

"Good girl," I told her and patted her on the head. "I'd better go. Remember, this Friday night; me, you, and Megan."

I pulled my log back into my pants and walked back towards the house. On my way out Amy's mom gave me a knowing wink.

Amy walked back to the house right behind me, doing her best to wipe her face clean before her mom saw her.

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The next day after school I was exactly where you'd expect me to be: in my friend Mindy's mouth.

We were in her parent's back yard, which was sort of small but very nice. They'd dug in a well-lit, heated pool a few years ago. It was the kind of pool that had a hot tub built into the corner of it. They had a small patio to go with it, and had even planted a couple of palm trees. We were on that deck, sittingn chairs.

Let me rephrase that. I was in a lawn chair, laying back and enjoying the day. Mindy was on her knees in front of me, bobbing her head hard.

I'd told Mindy the other day that her mom was on the list I'd made of women I wanted to sleep with. Mindy hadn't mentioned it at all since then, and I didn't want to force the issue. I wasn't sure if she was mad at me, or if maybe she didn't mind.

Unlike Megan, I was looking at Mindy's mom as a challenge. She was happily married, for one thing. On top of that, she just knew me as some teenager that her daughter was friends with, and probably looked at me as a little boy. I was determined to show her that there wasn't much about me which was little.

Mindy's mom looked a lot like her, though she put more effort into her appearance. She had a fuller body than her ultra-slender daughter, and usually wore nice cocktail dresses, even though she worked in real estate sales. She was into jewelry, and used a lot of hairspray and makeup. She reminded me of a woman from black and white movies who dressed up every day whether they were leaving the house or not.

Mindy had been sucking my dick for a while, and I think she sensed I was at a point where I could start to feel my orgasm coming in the distance.

She kept working me with her hands, but she slid my erection out of her mouth. "So, were you serious about fucking my mom?"

"I'm going to try, yes."

Mindy said in a snotty voice, "Well, I don't think she'll do it."

"Well, then, you don't have anything to worry about," I said.

She licked my head a little while she worked up and down my shaft. I could feel my balls start to tighten. "But you're still going to try, huh?"

"Yeah," I said. I was trying to pay attention to the conversation, but I really wanted to get my cock back down her throat.

"What do you like about her?"

I sighed. "I don't know. She's like the hottest grownup on the block. She always wears dresses and bright red lipstick. She's sexy, like her daughter."

Mindy didn't say anything. She was still working on my cock while we talked, and I was really getting close to coming.

"Listen," I said to her, "you don't have to help me with this. But you can't ruin it, either. If you think I'm going to get lucky, just excuse yourself."

"Okay, but I'm telling you that she's not going to do it behind my dad's back. Even for this," she said, indicating the big dick that she had in her hands.

"I'll let you know if she can suck dick as good as her daughter," I said. I thought it was a comment that might annoy her, but I was getting annoyed at Mindy not finishing me off.

"Who could?" she bragged in a sassy manner and finally moved back between her lips.

"No hands, all head," I commanded. She took her hands off of my shaft and put them behind her back, then started to bob her head as hard as she could.

"Baby, you're going to make me come. You're right, nobody else could suck dick this good."

I was on the very edge orgasm and I grabbed her head and started thrusting into the back of her throat.

"Fuck yes!" I shouted as I unloaded a huge amount of cum into her mouth. Mindy was moaning a lot, too. I knew how much she loved this.

After swallowing every drop and licking me clean like a hungry kitten, she collapsed into the lawn chair next to me.

I slid my cock back into my pants with, it turned out, only seconds to spare. Just as I finished pulling up my zipper, Mindy's mom walked around the corner.

She was wearing a black dress with white polka dots. I don't know exactly how to describe it, but the top was tight and the skirt half was knee-length and sort of "poofy".

"Hey, kids, I'm home," she announced.

We looked like a couple of well-behaved children enjoying the sun. Of course, sixty seconds before I was pumping cum down her daughter's throat, so looks can be deceiving.

"Hello, ma'am," I said.

"What are you kids up to?" she asked as she moved toward the back door to go in the house.

"Just enjoying the day," I answered. "Before you go in, I'm supposed to ask you something."

"Oh?"

"My mom was wondering if I could come over here Saturday afternoon. She'll be out of town until late that night, and she won't let me stay by myself on Saturday nights."

"Well, of course you can, we'll make a night out of it! Right, Mindy?"

"Yes, mom," Mindy said, but she shot me a dirty look. She knew I was making the whole thing up.

"Anything else?"

"No, ma'am."

"Don't call me 'ma'am', Nick, it makes me sound old! Call me Dee." Dee was short for Delores.

"Sorry, Dee."

"Do you kids want anything to drink."

"I'm fine, Dee, and I know your daughter just had something to drink."

"Okay, then." She walked in the house, and I left quickly after so I didn't have to listen to it if Mindy was mad at me.

I worried that I was setting myself up for disaster. I suppose at the end of the day it really wasn't that big of a deal, but I wanted to have sex with the girls on my list in order. Now I'd set things up for Megan on Friday, then I was going to try for Dee on Saturday? Not scoring with Megan on Friday would ruin everything.

Even before I showed up for the date on Friday, I feared that things might not keep going my way. As we planned, I met Amy and Megan in the school parking lot at 7pm.

They weren't alone, though.

Amy had a fat girl with her who I didn't know and who apparently was going to hang out with us all night. On top of that, Megan's parents said she could only go out if she let her sister tag along.

The plan was to do Amy and Megan at the same time, and the plan looked like it was unraveling fast.



The List Ch. 06: Finis



*****Author's Note***** 

This is part 6 of the 6 part series. Although the chapter can stand on its own, it is highly recommended to read chapters 1-5 in order to get the full sense of the meaning behind the list. If you have not done so, please go read them first. Feel free to leave any comments. I appreciate all feedback. 

I want to thank my editor for walking through the shadowy depths of the trenches with me. Without you this would never be a reality. I look forward to further ventures with you. 

This is for you my dear. 

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THE LIST - Chapter 6 - Finis 

Work finally returned to normal. The long days and nights ceased. Shane closed his eyes and thought of what had transpired since the reunion. The list was complete. Everything had been crossed off, yet he felt something was missing. 

For weeks, nightmares invaded his dreams, and in the morning he did not remember what they were. Tonight, he figured out why his dreams haunted him. He was worried about Charlene. Shane had not heard from her since the day after the reunion. Her receptionist tried to comfort him and let him know that she was okay, but he wanted to hear it from her lips; her soft, beautiful lips. 

He came to realize over the last couple of months, he loved her dearly. He always had. He tried to push his wistful thoughts aside. His heart ached as he longed for her. He wanted to touch her, feel her warmth, and show her the love he felt for her. 

Shane put on a pair of boxers, and went to the kitchen. He opened the fridge and grabbed the bottle of pinot noir from the wine rack; it was one of his favorites. Shane reached toward the cupboard and retrieved a wine glass from the upside down holder. As he pulled the cork, he smelled the cherry and worn leather aroma. After he poured a glass, he stepped outside and gazed across the smooth water of the pool. The moon reflected off the mirror-like surface, elongated by the angle at which the light struck it. The air was cool, but comfortable. 

He sat in a cherry stained deck chair to admire the brilliant stars dotting the sky. "Maybe tomorrow," he said aloud as he thought about Charlene. Her smile sparkled brighter than any star in the sky that night. Shane finished his wine and retired to the bedroom. He desperately wanted to sleep. The wine helped calm his nerves and he was able to doze off after only a few minutes. 

When he woke, Shane went about his regular Saturday routine. He had a light breakfast, and then worked out in one of the extra bedrooms he converted into a gym. Sweaty from his workout, he started the shower. He threw his clothes into the hamper and opened the glass door of the large steam-filled enclosure. 

Shane entered the shower, and felt the hot water wash over him. He wet his hair; letting the water cascade over his face. He thought he heard a noise, but dismissed it as he mulled over the upcoming project for work. Seconds later, he heard the noise again, and recognized the doorbell. He left the shower running as he grabbed a towel to wrap around his waist. Who could be at the door this early? 

Water dripped from his body as he secured the towel in place. He reached the door and peered out the peephole. A woman was turning to leave. Her cinnamon red hair shone in the morning sun. Shane unlocked and opened the door. 

Charlene leaped at Shane and knocked him back three steps as she threw her arms around his chest and buried her head into his shoulder. Her body trembled as she cried. Shane, unsure of what to do, hugged her tightly. Her tears mixed with the droplets of water adhering to his skin as gravity pulled the merged beads down his pecks. 

Shane felt her body start to relax as her embrace loosened. Charlene sniffled while he caressed her hair and gently pulled her head closer to him. Several minutes passed while they cradled each other without speaking a word. He tenderly painted her back with his fingertips until she released her grasp around his chest. She touched his bare, solid trunk with her hands, and looked at him intently. Her eyes were hazy and bloodshot. The bright blue irises seemed pale in comparison to the last time he saw them. "It's okay, Charlene," he said as he delicately kissed her forehead. 

In his preoccupation with her surprise and heart-pounding entrance, he failed to notice the suitcase which was tipped sideways on the doorstep. He stepped forward and turned Charlene to his side as he placed his arm around her shoulder. Charlene fixed her arm around his waist and wiped the tears from her eyes as she walked with him toward the door. Shane reached down to fetch the toppled piece of luggage. When he bent down, the towel, which was secured around him, dropped to the floor. 

"Oh my!" Mrs. Rupert gasped, as she stared at him with obvious disdain for his indecent exposure. 

Shane waved in a neighborly fashion, "Nice to see you this morning Mrs. Rupert. We should get together for coffee one of these days." 

Mrs. Rupert turned abruptly with a huff and hauled her small white Pomeranian behind her. 

Charlene laughed, momentarily uncovering the toothy smile he remembered only a couple of months ago in her office. It's nice to see her happy, even for a moment, he thought to himself. He grabbed the suitcase, brought it inside, and picked up the towel. As he closed the door, Charlene hugged him again. 

"Oh, Shane. I'm so sorry to show up unannounced and even sorrier I haven't contacted you all this time." 

"Charlene, don't be sorry for anything. I'm just happy you are safe. Your receptionist tried to reassure me, but I couldn't help but worry. The important thing is that you are here now, whole, and safe in my arms. Do you want to talk about it?" 

"Mom passed away. I've been isolating myself, trying to come to terms with it, but I realized I can't do this alone." 

A cool breeze blew through the opened back door. Shane could see Charlene's hardened nipples protrude from her shirt, which had absorbed most of the moisture from his body. The wet, air-cooled cotton material clung to her. 

"I'm here for you," Shane said. "I'll make sure you're not alone. If there's anything you need, just say the word and it will be done." 

"I need a place to sta-" 

"Say no more," Shane interrupted. "You are always welcome here for however long you need." 

She looked at Shane's wet bare-skinned body and said, "You should probably go dry off and I think I hear the shower running. Feel free to stay undressed, if you're comfortable that way." She giggled and smiled. 

"Actually, I was jumping into the shower to clean up from my workout when the doorbell rang. Do you mind if I go finish up? Will you be okay?" 

"I'll be fine, go get your shower." 

"Make yourself at home. I'll be back in a few minutes. There's bottles of water in the fridge, some wine too if you want any." 

Charlene shooed him away saying, "Go! I'll find whatever I need. Now get in there!" 

Shane entered the bathroom, barely able to see through the misty cloud of steam. Dewy particles lingered on the mirror and glass shower walls for a mere second, before streaking down the glass. Shane stepped into the shower. I can't believe she's here, he thought. The water warmed his cold skin as it rained down on him. 

The pressure in the room changed as it became less humid. The misty fog, which hung above him drifted. Before Shane could turn, Charlene's soft, graceful arms encased his abdomen. Her breasts pressed into him as she laid her cheek on his back. The intoxicating smell displaced the thick air as it wafted to Shane's nostrils, and filled them with her sweet and spicy scent. He situated his hands over hers and felt the warmth of her skin touching his backside. 

"You said to make myself at home. I hope you don't mind. I don't want to be alone right now." 

"I will always be here for you," he said as he turned to face her. 

He looked deep into her bloodshot eyes and saw the brightness of her blue irises rejuvenating. Her cold metal piercing against his chest sent a chill through him. 

Charlene lifted her head toward him; separating her lips, she brushed them against his. Shane accepted the advance of her enchanted mouth as he pulled her under the sprinkling shower head. The water pitter pattered rhythmically against the milky white skin of her tender breast, enticing her nipple to stiffen. 

Shane and Charlene continued to kiss lovingly as her inner thigh slid up the outside of his leg. Shane's hand chased the stream of water flowing down her back and his fingers slid across the creamy flesh of her ass. Increasing pressure, he moved his hand along the back of her leg until he reached the hind portion of her knee and pulled it up to his waist. 

Charlene moaned softly at his tender touch; pushing further into him as he held her leg high. Shane's erection was captured between their bodies. She hopped up and wrapped her legs around him as he used both hands to cup her round ass while supporting her weight. 

Laying her head on his shoulder, she clutched him tighter and whispered in his ear, "I missed you." Her hand rested on the nape of his neck as the other roamed his back. She traced the defined muscles with her fingertips, sending small electric shocks through his body. 

"I missed you too," he said softly. 

Shane pushed the swinging glass door open and carried her to his bedroom. He laid her down on the bed with a smooth fluid motion. The blue silken sheets darkened as it absorbed the water from her body. Charlene's hands rubbed his shoulders and she tipped her head to the side, smiling at him invitingly. The blue of her eyes stood out against the contrast of her cinnamon hair and luscious white skin. 

Shane knelt over her and lightly touched her neck with his lips. Her skin responded to his hot breath as it rose to form tiny goose bumps. He felt her body shiver as her knees drew him up by his hips. 

She continued to pull him until he straddled her chest. His cock was hard and throbbing as it established a position between her breasts. A devilish grin came over her face as she brought his engorged manhood closer to her lips and stroked him, lovingly, with her dainty hand. She kissed his perfect pink crown then gently flicked her tongue across the small opening. Shane moaned, longingly, with anticipation of her lips enshrouding his cock. Shane wound his fingers in her thick, wet tendrils and pulled gently, encouraging her to look up at him. As she traced his cock with her tongue, her blue eyes flashed before sinking him into her soft, pouty lips. 

Withdrawing him from her mouth, she continued to discover his cock, teasing him with her tongue, tasting the length of him as her piercing blue eyes stayed locked on his. Her tongue sauntered across his throbbing balls as she closed her eyes and took each of them, one at a time, into her mouth. She sucked them as if to melt a delicious chocolate, working her tongue gracefully along his skin. 

"God baby, you feel so good..." Shane mumbled as he tilted his head back. A small sexy laugh escaped her mouth as she began to rub him with her hands, encircling his girth with her fingers. Growing inpatient, Shane nudged his hips closer to her willing mouth. Charlene smiled at him then leaned in close to encompass him with her lips and swallowed him. 

Shane rocked back and forth, meeting her warm eager mouth. He watched himself penetrate her blood red lips again and again, each time forcing his length down her throat. Keeping one hand on the back of her head and one on her breast, he kneaded her silky flesh as he pumped faster and faster, pulling her head toward him. The heat emanating from her tender mouth enveloped him, inviting him to fill her. 

Gripping a handful of her hair, he pulled her close burying the entire length of his shaft deeply inside while he held her pretty, angelic face close to his body; pinching her perfectly pink erect nipple. He twisted; pulled; and rolled it between his thumb and forefinger, watching her pelvis move and gyrate. He could sense her body's reaction to the nipple play, knowing he could easily make her cum. Her musky, nectar-like scent permeated his nose, installing in him the desire to taste her velvety juices. With a final grind he unloaded his salty cum down her throat. 

Breathlessly, Shane looked down at her attentive gaze, and relaxed the firm grip he had on her hair. A dazed grin crossed his lips as he watched Charlene sucking and swallowing, tasting and savoring; giving him a satiated smile; letting him know her appetite had been quelled. 

Not wasting another second, he picked her up and carried her to the kitchen. He roughly set her down on the white marble countertop of the island, resting her quivering legs at the edge. Charlene leaned back and placed her hands flat on the frigid surface behind her. With one leg dangling and the other planted firmly with her heel on the ledge, she threw her head back as Shane supported her arching spine. Shane's mouth followed the curvature of her neck; working his way down; finding the silver piercing which perforated her nipple. Inserting the tip of his tongue between its edge and her nipple, he tugged; coaxing her erect nub toward his mouth. 

Charlene shifted to sustain her weight on one hand as she grasped the back of Shane's head; capturing it; and pulled him into her breast. She rolled her head forward to watch as Shane slipped the ring into his mouth; consuming her nipple in the process. He could smell the savory aroma of her juices accumulating within her slit, as he allowed her nipple to slide from his mouth between his teeth. He caught the end of the piercing and pulled his head back, elongating her nipple, extending it slowly from its soft fleshy home. 

Charlene moaned and closed her eyes as Shane released the ring from between his teeth then licked around it, flicking it up and down as he stimulated her puffy nipple. Charlene brought her dangling foot up to the ledge of the counter-top and lifted her hips while Shane's tongue composed unseen words on her stomach. He inched his way down toward the crevice which contained the delicious and sweet ambrosia he longed to taste. 

As Shane's mouth reached the crest of her smooth mound, he looked at Charlene. A definite spark to her bright blue eyes spurred him on. Shane's spanning hand attempted to discover the words his tongue scribed along her stomach; exploring her body. He nuzzled her mound with his mouth and blew his hot breath across her clit. Charlene broke eye contact only for a moment, as she closed her eyes and grabbed the back of his head; emitting a whimper from between her red pursed lips. Pushing him down and thrusting her pelvis up, Shane's lips established a forceful bond on her pussy as he sucked and licked at her clit. 

Charlene lay flat on the marbled surface, spreading her legs as her hands traveled from her inner thigh to her wide hips and continued up the sides of her midsection. Shane dipped his tongue into her slit to taste her; savoring her succulent juices. His hands collided with hers as they waltzed and led each other to her perky breasts across the smooth dancefloor of her abdomen. 

Their hands interlocked and massaged her breasts before Shane's forefinger and thumb trapped her nipple between them, plucking and teasing it. He tweaked her erect nipple as he slid his tongue to the apex of her pussy and then tapped her clit softly. Her body jumped at the constant tapping of his tongue. Shane could feel the secretions of her essence on his chin as he continued to pinch and roll her puffy rose bud between his fingers; immersing his tongue into the crux of her wetness. 

One of Charlene's hands navigated the sea of her body, charting a path to the destination of her clit. Shane's hand proceeded to cruise the soft fleshy island from which hers departed; delicately mapping the contours of her breast. He could feel the wave of pleasure roll through her body, ending at the tip of his tongue engaged in its dive of her soaking crevice. Charlene began to gyrate and pivot her hips under Shane's control and manipulation of her enlarged nipple. 

"Oh Shane, don't stop," she voiced breathlessly as she raised her head to look at his hazel-green eyes. Like a lighthouse across a pale sea, Shane watched her bright blue eyes shine; signaling him to journey further into her. As she quickly massaged her clit with her hand, Shane's tongue dove deep into her until he found that mythical patch of flesh. He ran his tongue over the rough area, stirring the waters. 

"God! That feels so good..." Charlene muttered between her clenched teeth. Shane knew he found the landmark when her body convulsed and she closed her eyes. Her mouth flew open and she screamed "YES!" as the violent sea of her essence flooded Shane's tongue and lips. 

Residual waves of her orgasm continued to lap against his tongue as he steadied her shuddering legs. Charlene caught her breath as the storm, which had ravaged her body subsided. 

Shane tenderly kissed at her stomach, making his way up her body while she sat up to meet his moist lips. Her tongue uncurled and slid across his lips tasting her own sweet juices before he devoured it. Her hands lightly cradled his head as his arms wrapped around her. He gently lifted her and planted her feet on the floor. Their lips separated as they rolled their heads forward until their brows met. Hot, steamy breath escaped both of their mouths and mingled into a warm vapor rising between them. 

Charlene smiled. "I think the shower is still running." 

"We should probably go get cleaned up then," he said as he cradled her in his arms and ran toward the bathroom. With her legs entwined around his torso, she giggled. 

********** 

The rest of the day was spent lounging around the house naked, enjoying each other's company. Charlene told Shane about her mother's death. She cried on his shoulder and smiled when he comforted her. 

They enjoyed a glass of wine together before deciding it was time to get some sleep. 

"You don't have to sleep alone. You can sleep with me. I promise I won't bite...much," Shane said with a smirk. 

Charlene stepped to him, hugged him and then led him to the bedroom. After they crawled into bed Shane spooned against her and held her tight. He could tell she hadn't been sleeping much. He put her head on his shoulder and ran his hand through her hair, watching the cinnamon strands glide effortlessly through his fingers. 

Minutes later he looked at her. Her eyes were closed and he could feel her deep, even breathing. Charlene had finally fallen asleep. Sweet dreams my love, he told her telepathically. 

The next day he woke and realized he did not have a nightmare. A comforting feeling washed over him as he reflected on his love for Charlene. Where is she? His hand searched the bed for her slender body. 

Shane heard the clanking of pots and pans and cupboards being opened and closed. He headed to the kitchen where he found Charlene cracking eggs into a bowl. She was wearing one of his t-shirts and as she turned, he could see the cusps of her ass cheeks. 

"Look who finally decided to get up." 

"What time is it?" he asked. 

"A little after nine, I think. Do you want some breakfast?" 

"I'm starving." 

"I hope you don't mind. I was craving bacon and eggs. Is that okay with you?" she asked. 

"Bacon and eggs sound great." 

"Good. I decided that if yesterday is any indication of how things will be while I'm here, we're going to need more protein." Charlene winked at him. 

"We'll have to make a trip to the store later in order to stock up then." 

Charlene finished making breakfast and then prepared two plates. She took a seat next to Shane on the bar stool near the marble-topped island. 




The List Ch. 06: Finis



"Hmmm..." she hummed with a curious look on her face. 

"What's wrong?" Shane looked into her big blue eyes. They looked magnificent as they twinkled in the light of the sun, splashing through the window. 

"Nothing. I was trying to figure out if it was the cold countertop or my breasts being more tender than usual that heightened my orgasm yesterday." 

"I thought maybe I had something to do with it," he chuckled. 

Charlene lightly struck his arm. "Of course you did." 

Shane collected the dishes and then grabbed the bottle of pinot noir from the wine rack. She had already snagged two wine glasses down before he turned around. 

Shane escorted her to the deck and motioned for her to sit in a chair. As she sat down, she spread he legs for Shane to get a good look at her smooth mound. As quickly as she spread them, she closed them; giving him a teasing and seductive gaze. 

Shane started getting hard and Charlene cooed, "Ooh. Looks like another late riser." She pointed at a chair for him to sit. 

It was difficult to enjoy their glass of wine with Mrs. Rupert's dog barking at them. The little white furball stood at the fence growling and yipping. 

"In about two minutes Mrs. Rupert will come out to check on her little baby." 

"I think we can get you completely hard and fucking me by then." She sprang from her seat and removed the t-shirt, then dropped to her knees in front of Shane. "I'm already wet just thinking about it." 

Shane's cock was hard before Charlene finished kneeling. She tore at his boxers, pulling them to his ankles and then grasped his cock and traversed the length of it with her tongue, bottom to top, while she cupped his balls. Charlene didn't tease this time, but instead took him all the way in to her mouth, immediately. Shane gasped in shock as she swallowed him to the base. She worked her mouth up and down his shaft, sucking hard on the upstrokes. She removed his cock from her mouth and started jacking him with her hand while her other hand fingered her pussy. 

Mrs. Rupert's Pomeranian yipped louder and quicker. Shane tugged on Charlene's arms. She stood, turned around, and sat of his cock. She winced as she pushed him inside of her. Sitting still for only a moment, she started to slowly grind her hips. She placed her hands on his knees and using them as leverage, seesawed up and down on his big cock. Shane rotated his hips with each gratifying thrust. She started fucking him faster and harder. 

"Woof," Charlene taunted at the white puff with legs. She then growled at the dog, teasing and inciting. 

They heard Mrs. Rupert talking as she walked out her back door. "What are you yapping at?" 

Charlene began to scream, "Oh yeah! Fuck me, Shane! Fuck me hard!" as she started fiercely pulverizing his cock with over-exaggerated thrusts. She pinched and pulled on her nipples. 

"OH MY WORD! HAROLD!" screamed Mrs. Rupert. 

Harold ran into the yard. "What's wrong? What happened?" 

Before Mrs. Rupert could answer he was met with Shane's voice from over the fence. "You like that don't you? Take this big cock in your pussy!" 

Shane was so wrapped up in the moment he suddenly felt his balls tighten. Charlene must have sensed it. She lifted herself off him, spun around, and bent over to take his cock into her mouth again. She stroked and sucked vigorously. 

Mrs. Rupert continued to stare in shock as Shane announced, "I'm cumming baby. That feels so good. I'm going to cum in your mouth." 

Charlene took the first spurt of his load down the back of her throat. She slipped his cock out of her mouth at an angle, allowing the second spurt to glide across her cheek and land on the other deck chair aimed toward Mrs. Rupert. Swallowing the rest of his load, she licked her lips, and turned to Mrs. Rupert and Harold. 

Mrs. Rupert's jaw was agape; a look of horror was on her face. "Hello Mrs. Rupert. I was going to swing by and see if you had any cream we could borrow, but it looks like we have enough," Charlene giggled. 

Mrs. Rupert looked at Harold and scolded him asking, "Why didn't you do something Harold? Call the police, do something!" 

Harold smiled at Shane and Charlene and then glanced at his wife. "At least someone is having sex around here." Shaking his head, he went back inside, leaving Mrs. Rupert holding her precious dog. 

As Shane and Charlene turned to walk back into the house, Shane invitingly said, "Come over for a cup of coffee sometime." 

Once inside, they giggled and laughed. Throughout the day Shane thought how nice it was to see her smile and look alive. After only one day, she displayed a monumental change in her mood and her heavy heart seemed lighter, full of life. Her gorgeous deep blue eyes sparkled brightly again. He knew he loved her and he did not want to spend another minute of his life without her. For the first time, he could see himself being married to her, and having a child. Mom would be so happy. Maybe then our conversations would start with "How are you?" instead of "Have you found someone?" 

"Charlene, Will you be okay with me going to work tomorrow, or would you like for me to stay home?" 

"I'll be all right Shane. I can't say I won't miss you during the day, but I will pull through. Speaking of work, it's getting late. We should get to bed so that you are well rested." Charlene took his hand and led him to the bedroom. 

Charlene slithered onto the bed and Shane followed, memorizing her hypnotic movements, reposing himself behind her. She turned to face him and ran her fingertips along the length of his jaw as she spoke. "This is nice. I feel like I could stay here forever." He mimicked her tender touch. Placing a finger under her chin, he tipped her head, and looked into her deep blue eyes. 

"I feel the same. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since the reunion," he said as his gaze tried to find the root of her soul. He drifted his hand along her arm until his hand rested on top of hers which was placed on his cheek. He gently pulled her hand down to his chest as he leaned in to kiss her soft, ripened lips. Her vanilla-like sweetness mixed with his musky, cedar cologne and produced a sandalwood aroma. 

The presence of her lovely soul consumed him and surrounded him, thickening the air. He inhaled deeply, taking her in, filling himself with the heavy atmosphere their souls radiated. Charlene's hand walked a path from his chest down to his side as she began to drag her pouty lips down his neck. Her soft breathing rustled the small fibers on the surface and ended at his collar bone with a tender kiss. 

She skimmed her fingertips along his rigid abs as she twisted to lie on her back, pulling Shane above her. Placing his leg between hers, he pressed his thigh into her loins. Charlene pushed against him, increasing the pressure while slowly grinding her hips. He gently captured her chin with his hand and made her look at him. Maintaining eye contact, Shane's hand traipsed along her neck, moving his fingers lightly over her skin until they found the metal ring secured though her nipple. He lightly tugged and pinched, enticing her nipple to stiffen. 

Charlene opened her mouth as if to say something, but only a breathless "Ahh," escaped her. One hand rubbed his side slowly while the other slid to the nape of his neck, and then she pulled her mouth up close to his. Shane could feel her warm breath, rolling over his lips, causing them to tingle. As they kissed, Charlene started to grind her hips faster and harder against his leg. He continued to pinch and twist her pink nipple, pulling on the ring softly. 

Shane re-positioned himself to be fully between her legs as Charlene moved her right leg up so that her knee was nestled in the pit of his arm. He sat with his knees spread wide and placed his cock against her soft, wet pussy. Charlene shivered as he gently rubbed himself up and down her moist slit. Her luscious scent brought a sense of nirvana to Shane as he inhaled and held his breath, relishing the distinctive scent. Her hand found his throbbing cock and she gently drifted her fingers along the shaft while positioning it at the door of her pussy. As Shane slowly pushed into her, she ran her fingertips up the length of his shaft and briefly massaged her clit. 

Shane leaned forward. With his right hand placed firmly on the bed, his left hand tenderly touched her jaw, turning her head, exposing her neck. Charlene's left hand stimulated her clit and traveled along her pale, slim stomach until it reached her breast. She squeezed firmly and started massaging it as Shane lowered his lips to the naked flesh just below her ear. He rocked his hips, entering and exiting her slowly with soft, long strokes. She arched her back and pushed against his loving movements. 

Shane kissed her neck as his hand encompassed hers, and in unison they massaged and pinched her swollen nipple. Charlene caressed his muscled back, running her fingernails down the length of his spine. She sunk her lengthy, French manicured nails into his ass-cheek and pulled tightly toward her, causing Shane to thrust harder. His lips kissed the smooth skin of her neck as he worked his way down to her chest, biting softly along the way. 

Charlene bucked against him as she gyrated her hips. "Oh, yeah. That feels good," she said. She bit her lower lip hard as she took small forceful breaths. Shane removed their hands from her soft fleshy breast and replaced them with his mouth. He sucked on her nipple, bit it, and sucked again. Her hand clutched at the sheet as they increased their momentum, thrusting against each other. 

Shane released her rosy bud from his mouth and sat up on his knees. Hooking his left arm under her leg, he placed his right hand on her thigh, near her hip. Using her legs for support, he entered her with a powerful thrust. Charlene inhaled quickly, gasping at the change of force. Her hand roamed her body, playing with her breasts and massaging them. She crossed her arms and continued to stimulate her hard nipples. 

Shane slowly pulled out of her until the bulbous head of his cock was all that remained in her, and then he forcefully impaled her. As Shane continued, Charlene cupped her breasts with her crossed arms and pulled them together, forming a small canyon between them. While circling her areola with her thumbs, she rubbed her long, hardened nubs. 

Shane moved his arm from around her leg and with both hands grabbed her small waist. He pulled her closer with every inward thrust, pushing himself deeper into her tight, wet pussy. Her hands continued to explore her own body, finding their way back down to her clit. With one hand she used her middle finger to arouse her pussy. As she was soaking Shane's cock with her lubrication, he methodically rocked his pelvis, marking time with her responsive opposition. With each full entry into her, his groin rubbed on her clit. 

Charlene placed a hand on his abdomen and clawed at his toned abs as she placed her middle finger in her mouth and sucked on it casually. She pulled her finger out of her mouth and bit the white tip of her fingernail as she closed her eyes and rolled her head back. Shane quickened his pace, driving his cock deep inside of her hot, wet canal. She moaned as she ran her fingers through her dark cinnamon hair. 

Rolling her head to one side she whimpered and exhaled sharply. She threw her hands onto the bed and seized the sheets, reining them in toward her body. Her teeth clenched and then her mouth opened wide as she emitted a cry of pleasure. Shane responded with grunts of enjoyment. 

"Oh Shane! Don't stop, baby!" she screamed as she captured her legs with her hands and pulled her knees up toward her chest. Fueled by her words of encouragement, Shane thrust faster, increasing the force, driving his cock deep into her. Her breasts reacted to the vigorous thrusts, shaking up and down, and circling with a trance-inducing suggestion. 

"I'm going to cum, baby! Oh my god! You're so tight and wet." 

"Cum with me, Shane. I'm almost there, baby!" 

With three more powerful thrusts, each of them let out a scream as they saturated each other with cum. Shane shot spurt after spurt deep inside of her while she shook in an orgasmic seizure, her juices drenching his cock. As the climax abated they looked deep into each other's eyes. Shane leaned forward and kissed her pouty lips. Their tongues met and circled each other. He closed his mouth and slowly withdrew. "I love you Charlene," he professed. 

"I love you too, Shane. I always have." Charlene kissed him tenderly, gripping the sides of his face. 

Shane took his place beside her and wrapped his arms around her, drawing her body close to his. Stroking her hair he said, "I have always loved you too. I never had enough nerve to say anything." 

"Well, there is no need to dwell on the past, my love. We both know now, and I am so happy to be here in your arms." 

Shane kissed her forehead as she kissed his chest. "Goodnight, my sweet," he said gently. 

Shane woke minutes before his alarm was due to go off. Charlene was still sleeping, and he didn't want to disturb her. He turned the alarm off and crept out of the bed quietly so as to not trouble her sleep. 

As he showered, he could only think about spending the rest of his life with her. I'm going to propose to her, but how? he asked himself. He knew that she would have to go back home to take care of her affairs and get the remainder of her things. They had talked about her practice and all of her patients. She assured him that she could work and practice anywhere. She wanted to close her business and move out of that town. She said there were too many memories of her mom for her to stay. He continued to think about the first time he met her and the idea for a proposal formulated in his mind. 

He finished his shower and dressed for work. He went back into the bedroom and Charlene was still fast asleep. He sat on the bed next to her and rubbed her shoulder as he kissed her soft, full lips. "I'll be back by five, dearest," he whispered. 

"Hurry back to me, I'll be waiting for you," she said groggily. 

"I will. If you need anything, call me." 

He didn't want to leave her alone. He didn't want to leave her at all, but he needed to get his new project started. He went about his job, but could not get Charlene out of his mind. At his two o'clock meeting he put one of the other analysts in charge of the project and let everyone know that he would be out of town for the rest of the week. 

Shane made it home in record time. It was barely past three. He opened the door quietly, wanting to surprise her. As he closed the door he heard a familiar voice crying out, "Shit! Oh God! Right there!" It was Monica's voice from the video. Holy shit! She found the video! What the hell am I going to do now? I am so fucking dead, he thought as his heart bounded to his throat. 

He inched his way into the kitchen, remaining as low to the ground as possible; his hands were trembling. He could hear, and picture, Jolene riding his cock on film. Shane heard another noise, but not one from the video. He peered from behind the kitchen island and saw Charlene, leaning back on the couch. She was playing with her tit and had two fingers inserted deep into her pussy, twisting them as she hammered them in and out of her slit. She moaned as she watched the screen. Shane's cock grew instantly in his dress pants. 

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" He heard the girls screaming in unison. He remembered seeing himself on the video using Jolene like his own fist on his cock, slamming her up and down, recklessly. 

Charlene pulled on her hardened nipple, stretching it far from her body as her other hand wagged across her clit speedily. She rubbed her clit in a circular motion and threw her head back into the soft brown cushions of the couch. 

From the TV, Shane heard Monica, "I'm going to cum!" Then Jolene said she was going to cum as well with Monica encouraging Shane to fuck Jolene hard and cum in her. 

"I'm cumming too, Shane," Charlene said to the Shane in the video. She let out a wail as Shane watched her body arch and jerk. Charlene's legs clamped together holding her hand in place like a vice. Her body continued to jerk as she mumbled things under her breath that Shane couldn't hear. The sounds emanating from the media center faded as he watched Charlene intently. Her slim body was positioned unnaturally, and her cinnamon hair was frazzled and kinked. He remembered the way she looked when they had left the hotel the night of the reunion. She was stunning, sexy, and beautiful. "...enjoy the video. We love you!" Monica said from the TV. Shane had been so engrossed in Charlene's solo act that he completely forgot about the video playing. 

Shane snapped out of it when he saw Charlene pick up the remote and sit up. Crap! How am I going to get out of here without her seeing me? Charlene turned the TV off and walked down the hallway. Phew! 

After Charlene went into the bedroom, Shane quickly slid back out the door as quietly as he could. He sat in his car for several minutes, rubbing his cock through his pants. He thought of Charlene's slim, ashen body and wide hips, shoving her fingers into her pussy. He pictured the sweat, which gathered on her toned abdomen like rain drops on a smooth glass surface, the beads of moisture adhering to her skin. He waited fifteen more minutes for his erection to subside. 

As he walked through the front door he announced his arrival, "Honey, I'm home!" Charlene was in the kitchen getting a glass of water. His heart was pounding. He hoped she would not mention the video. 

"Hey! What are you doing home so early?" 

"I decided to take the rest of the week off. I thought it might be good if you moved in here. That is if you want to. We could use the time to go get the rest of your things. What do you say? Will you move in with me?" 

"Of course, I will. When do you want to leave?" 

"I thought we would leave first thing in the morning. Does that sound good?" 

"That sounds perfect. You look exhausted. Why don't you go take a nap? I need to run to the store. I'll wake you after a while." Charlene leaned toward him, kissed his cheek, and pulled the keys from his hands. 

Shane stared at her round ass as it shook back and forth, carried by her hips, as she walked out the door. With a sigh of relief he went to the media center and thought about removing the SD card. What does it matter now? She already saw it and there is no point in hiding it. He went to the bedroom and stripped down. Crawling into bed, he fell asleep quickly. 

He was awakened when he heard Charlene calling his name. "I'll be right there, hun." He crawled out of the bed and made his way to the living room where she continued to call him. As he turned the corner his mouth dropped and his cock immediately came to attention. Charlene was standing in the middle of the room with one foot on a curved-back chair sitting low to the ground. A metal Ring protruded from the top of it. 

Charlene wore a pair of black leather, open-toed, platform boots with a five inch heel that fit tight to her calves up to the knee. A thick red ribbon substituted for laces, crisscrossing the two inch gap across the front, spaced an inch apart. Shane continued his survey of her leg, which extended to a pair of lace thigh high stockings, held in place with a crimson red garter belt. Her black satin panties barely covered her mound and she wore a red and black lace pushup bra which amplified the pale mounds of flesh, creating a fissure between them, fading into darkness. 

Her virtually black, red lipstick contrasted strongly with her pale angelic face. Charlene's cinnamon hair was slightly teased and rested on her shoulders. "Someone's been a bad boy," she seductively scolded. 




The List Ch. 06: Finis



Crap! The video! Shane took a deep breath and decided to play along. He took another deep breath and walked toward Charlene. She held a red silken cord in her hand. As he approached she pushed him into the chair and placed her boot between his legs. She hooked her heel under the seat then pushed her toes forward and applied pressure to his balls. "Put your hands out," she commanded. Shane did as he was told. 

Charlene expertly made two loops in the rope then slid them over his wrists. She wound the ends of the red cord around each of his wrists twice, cinching them firmly before wrapping the ends together twice around the cord between his hands. She fed the two loose ends through the ring centered on the top of the chair's back and then pulled them under the seat to the front of the chair. Charlene wrapped the rope around each of the front legs of the chair, and then wrapped them around each of his knees. She finally tied each one off at the ring his hands were firmly pinned to, causing his knees to be raised toward his chest. His movement was limited and any control was gone as he was fully exposed to Charlene. "You really know how to use that rope." 

"Yes. Miss Jenkins really is a great teacher," she winked. 

Charlene walked to the kitchen and retrieved a bag off the island countertop. She knelt in front of him and put the bag on the floor. Without taking her eyes off of his, she started removing things from the bag. Shane could hear the rustling and wondered what it could be. "You haven't even asked what you did, you dirty, bad boy." 

"What did I do wrong, love?" 

"I found the video of you, Jolene, and Monica." Shane's heart began to pound. "It was hot, and sexy, and I couldn't control myself. I masturbated right there on the couch. But having the video wasn't the worst part, darling. I saw you watching me. You were hiding behind the island. You didn't come help me finish, dear. I had to do it all alone." 

Charlene rubbed his legs gently, moving her hands up his calves, over his knees, and down his thighs. Her touch calmed him and he started to relax when he knew that she was not truly mad at him. 

Charlene continued to massage his legs. "I want you to keep looking me. It is very important that you maintain eye contact with me until the right moment. You will know when that is." 

The tension in Shane's lower body eased and he legs went loose. Charlene kneaded his thighs, working her way down his lower extremities and back up again, her blue eyes never looking away from his. Shane felt her hands rubbing his calves, the back of his legs, and gently caressing his ass. His cock was hard and he had difficulty concentrating on her eyes. He wanted to close them and enjoy the moment. "Go ahead love, you can close your eyes and relax, but listen for my voice to look at me again when I'm ready." 

Charlene continued her massage, extending to his abdomen; running her fingers over his toned muscles. Shane longed for her to touch his cock, but she avoided it. Her hand slid down his thigh again and disappeared. He lay there, relaxing as much as he could, listening to Charlene rustle the bag on the floor. Her heard a sharp snap and raised his head to look at her. "It's ok, baby. Just relax," she assured him. 

Shane put his head back again and his muscles loosened up. There was more rustling and then he felt her hand on his thigh once more. Charlene rubbed him with one hand, across his thighs and stomach. All of a sudden Shane felt something cold and wet touch his puckered asshole. He shot his head up and stared into Charlene's eyes. "Keep relaxing, baby. Don't worry. Keep your eyes on mine." 

Shane continued to search the depths of her bright blue eyes, sparkling in the light of the sun. Shane realized Charlene was wearing a glove, once he saw the purple nitrile material around her wrist. She circled her finger around his hole and ran it across his skin up to the base of his balls. Adding some more lube to her finger she continued to massage and stroke his anal opening. With each passing, she applied more pressure. She added more lubrication and continued the manipulation of his puckered hole, never breaking eye contact with him. 

Shane watched intently. He had never had this done to him and as nervous as he was, he felt at ease with her, and started to enjoy the attention she was giving his ass. He allowed his legs to go limp, hanging from the red silk rope that suspended them. 

Charlene applied more pressure. Shane felt her finger enter his ass. His anus drew her finger in and stopped. Shane took a deep breath to recover from the tinge of pain and surprise which consumed him. Charlene waited and said, "It's okay baby. Just relax. I'll stay right here until you're ready." 

A minute passed before Shane's anus relaxed and became accustomed to her finger. He nodded at Charlene to indicate he was ready. She slowly pulled her finger out half way; applied more lube; and moved it back inside of his hole. Shane felt the uncomfortableness fade and found he enjoyed her finger slowly gliding in and out of his asshole. 

Charlene crooked her finger inside his anal cavity, pointing it upward toward his cock. Her finger found his prostate through the thin wall which separated them and she began to gently rub. Shane thought he was going to explode. He tried to move his hands, wanting to stroke his cock, but the restraint prevented him from moving any more than an inch. As she continued to gently massage his walnut shaped prostate, Shane felt a wave of ecstasy wash over him. His cock throbbed and his mind felt distant. His eyes fluttered while Charlene expertly caressed him from inside. 

Shane could feel his balls tightening and his cum creeping its way up his vas deferens. He wanted to close his eyes. "Look at me, darling," Charlene directed. Shane felt the hot liquid start running faster toward his urethra, and his eyes widened. Charlene responded by applying pressure to the round protrusion she had been stroking. Shane felt his urge to cum subside, much the same as it did when they were having sex in the hotel the night of the reunion. "Oh my God, Charlene, what the hell are you doing to me? I feel like I'm going to explode." 

She started gently stroking his prostate again. He felt another wave of pleasure flow through him, which caused him to nearly faint. Charlene stroked and then applied pressure, prolonging his release. Shane thought he was going to lose his mind. Her constant teasing not only stimulated him physically, but the mental provocation increased the overall pleasure to a height he had never been before. 

She stroked faster, taking care not to poke him, alternating between the lobes of his prostate. "I'm going to cum baby. Please let me cum," he begged. Her blue eyes were electrifying. Shane could see her soul, feel the connection between them. Suddenly, Shane's cock exploded. The first release of his cum shot high in the air and landed on his stomach. Charlene continued her stroking as the second spurt landed on her nose and ran down her cheek. A third and fourth spurt arced from his cock, landing on his legs. Shane felt like he was going to pass out. The overwhelming sense of euphoria consumed him. As his ejaculation continued to slowly ooze from him, Charlene gracefully removed her finger. 

Shane slumped in the chair, his legs suspended and his hands secured above his head. He was vulnerable and open. His love for Charlene was heightened in his enchanted state of mind. 

Charlene shed the glove from her hand and she lightly touched Shane's legs, caressing them. She took hold of his cock and stroked it tenderly, making sure every last drop had been expelled from him. She stood and walked to the head of the chair. Shane watched her radiant blue eyes as she leaned in to kiss him. She untied him and pulled the silken red cord from around his legs. 

She straddled him and Shane placed his hands, still tied, over her head and rested them on the back of her neck. Charlene lay down on top of him and turned her head to one side as she used his muscled pecks like a pillow. After several moments she got up and loosened the bounds surrounding his hands. Shane stood, trying to steady his trembling legs. 

"That was amazing, Charlene. I have never felt anything like that," he said as he hugged her tightly. "I love you so much." 

"I love you too, darling." 

They took a shower to get cleaned up, ate dinner, and turned in for an early night. Shane had planned to leave the house somewhere around six in the morning and they still needed to pack a few things. 

The next morning, Shane and Charlene busied themselves with packing, eating a light breakfast, and calling various moving companies, looking for the best deals. As they drove to their hometown they decided to stay at the hotel for the week. 

The week passed quickly. Charlene took care of business, making sure her patients were taken care of and oversaw the packing and movers while Shane visited with his parents. 

Shane visited the park on Friday morning to plot out his proposal plan. He found a few small rocks and piled them up at the base of the tree near the old merry-go-round. It was the perfect spot, nearly the exact spot he found her tooth so many years ago. 

Charlene was supposed to meet him at two o'clock. He waited in the park all morning, nervous, yet elated at the idea of asking Charlene to marry him. He sat on the merry-go-round and slowly spun himself around. From across the park he could see her cinnamon red hair shining in the sun. Even at this distance her bright, deep sapphire blue eyes glinted in the bright light, igniting a spark inside of him. She wore a flowery summer dress that swayed with the movement of her hips as she walked his direction. 

"It's funny you wanted to meet me at the merry-go-round. I remember the first time we met was right here," she said as she approached him. Shane stepped toward her and gave her a hug. 

"Yes, that's one of the reasons I wanted to meet here. I remember watching you spin on the merry-go-round and fly off it toward that tree. Do you remember that?" 

"How could I forget?" 

Shane clasped her hand and directed her toward the tree. "I remember standing just about here as you were frantically looking for your tooth." He knelt down to the ground and started running his hand across the reddish brown dirt as if searching for her tooth once more. 

Sweeping his hand toward the pile of rocks he built earlier that day he continued, "If I recall correctly, it was right over here that I found your tooth, under a pile of rocks, like this one." Shane fumbled with the rocks, and then turned to face Charlene. 

"Charlene, will you marry me?" He presented the ring he had hidden under the rocks. 

Charlene's eyes widened as tears began to fill them. Her hands came together in front of her as they shook, her mouth opened in surprise, and she squealed, "Yes! Yes! Of course I'll marry you!" She stretched her hand out, allowing Shane to place the ring on her finger. Without taking another glance at the ring, Charlene launched herself at him, leaping into the air. Wrapping her arms and legs around him she squeezed tightly as he held her and rocked her back and forth. 

She jumped down and took his hands as she raised her mouth to his and passionately kissed him. Charlene placed her palms flat against his chest. She pulled her lips from his, looked deep into his eyes, and said, "I love you so much Shane. I have something else exciting to share with you, but we should sit down for this one." 

Charlene climbed onto the merry-go-round and sat cross legged in the middle. Shane followed and did the same. Gradually spinning, they held hands and looked into each other's eyes. 

"The stress of taking care of my mother and then her death had been draining me and I wasn't taking care of myself. I felt nauseous and sick all the time and my body wasn't responding the way it should. I had a thought last night about it, and...well...Shane, I'm pregnant." 

The rest of the world seemed to scream to halt as the merry-go-round continued to spin slowly. He stared into her heavenly eyes, wanting more than anything to fall into them. A soft warm breeze sent a few errant strands of hair across her lips. When he squeezed her hands, he just knew she could feel his heartbeat as it galloped through him. His mind raced as elation consumed him. A broad grin spread from his lips to his eyes. "Really? When? This is amazing!" 

"I have missed my period twice, well, three times now since the reunion. I didn't recognize it. I really thought my body was just reacting to the stress. I took a test right before coming here." 

"I can't believe I'm going to be a father and have the most beautiful wife in the world." 

Charlene stood and took a step closer to him. She squatted down over top of him and looked around the park. She started to undo his pants. Shane nervously looked left and right, checking to see if anyone was watching. Some kids were tossing a football back and forth on one side of them and on the other a few people were walking a trail with their dogs. Everyone seemed to be a safe distance away. 

He slid his pants down to his ankles and crossed his legs again. Charlene sat down on top of him and hooked her legs around his waist, locking her ankles at the small of his back. Excitement ran through his veins when he thought about getting caught. The adrenaline rush quickly made his cock rock hard. Charlene's dress was long enough that it fanned out over his legs, covering them from view. 

Shane raised his eyebrows and then looked at Charlene fiendishly when he realized she wasn't wearing panties. Charlene returned the smile and wiggled her hips until the head of his cock found itself positioned between the lips of her wet slit. Placing her arms around his neck, she slowly descended his lengthy pole. Shane's hands steadied her waist as he kissed at her cheek and moved to her pink, painted lips. Charlene nestled the back of his head as they kissed and completed her descent, ending at the base where their pelvic bones touched. 

The merry-go-round continued to spin slowly, yet fast enough to make everything except her face turn out of focus. Shane started to rock his hips up and down with little strokes, entering and exiting Charlene. She flicked her tongue at his lips, parting them and plunging into his mouth. Using her legs, she lengthened his strokes by moving in the opposite direction, allowing more of his cock to escape her only to retrieve it once again, claiming it as her own. 

Shane thrust harder, using his hands to lower her onto his cock forcefully. They panted and gasped in unison. Charlene closed her eyes and pulled his head toward her. With her mouth agape she coaxed Shane to kiss her neck. Quiet whimpers were liberated from her throat as they continued their slow, strong grind. 

Shane began to kiss down her neck toward her breasts, but stopped as he remembered where they were. He opened his eyes to look around him. Everyone was still at a safe distance and no alarm had been sounded. Charlene clasped the sides of his head and directed his mouth to hers. She bit his lower lip and pulled on it with her teeth. Letting go, she darted her tongue out to catch his upper lip and draw it closer. Shane felt her lips enclose around his. He captured hers as they entangled their tongues together, fighting to consume the space left as the other one moved. 

The slow thrusts turned into faster ones as Shane sought to touch her womb with his engorged cock. Charlene thrust herself down upon him aided by gravity, moving violently up and down the shaft of his cock. Her lubricating juices squished as he drove in and out of her. He could feel her pussy muscles grabbing at his cock as it pulled out, fetching him back inside of her. 

The heat of the day was no match for the fire that burned within them. Fueled by the adrenaline, consumed with joy, and burning with passion, Shane and Charlene were nearing climax. 

"Come on let's push them faster!" shouted a couple of kids running toward the merry-go-round. Shane and Charlene froze. Two boys approached the merry-go-round and asked, "Do you want to go really fast?" 

Charlene smiled and said, "Yes. Make us go really fast. Push it really hard," as she flexed her Kegel muscles, squeezing Shane's cock. 

The boys grabbed hold of the bars and started running as fast as they could. Shane and Charlene spun faster. Shane started sliding from the center of the merry-go-round. Charlene pulled him closer with her legs and used her arms to brace them from the force pulling the outside of the center by holding on to the bars. 

The dizzying effect of spinning combined with Charlene's milking of his cock, stirred his balls and they tightened. He looked into her eyes, lost in the deep blue sea of tranquility. "Do it," she whispered in his ear. 

Shane started thrusting hard and fast. "Oh yes! Yes! Harder! Faster!" she exclaimed. 

"You asked for it lady!" one of the boys replied. Digging their toes into the ground, they ran as fast as they could. They let go of the merry-go-round and the other said, "Have fun! Come on guys let's go play in the stream." 

With a few more thrusts, Shane blasted the inner walls of Charlene's pussy with his hot semen. Charlene cried out, "Oh my God!" as she shuddered and flooded Shane with her orgasmic juices. For several minutes they continued to orgasm together, twitching, shuddering, and then collapsing into each other's arms. The world zoomed by as they recovered their breath. 

Waiting for the merry-go-round to slow they looked at each other and then looked around the park. By the time it slowed enough for them to move safely, the park had become quiet. Very few people remained in sight. Shane reached for his pants and lay back to pull them up under the umbrella of her dress. 

Planting their feet on the ground was much more difficult than expected. Their legs wobbled and trembled due to the dizziness and the little movement they received during the ride. 

"My mother would kill me if we left without telling her the news. Do you mind if we stop there on our way to the hotel?" 

"It would be a pleasure to see your mom again, and to let her know I will take care of her little boy for the rest of his life, as well as her grandchild." 

Shane's parents were not home and they did not believe in having a cell phone. So, he left a note for them to call him tomorrow because he had some important news to tell them. 

They returned to Shane's the next day and shortly after their arrival, the moving truck pulled up. Charlene made quick execution of the unloading, pointing this direction and that as each box and item of furniture was moved in. Shane admired her soft, take-charge attitude and it reminded him of last week, before they went to take care of business in their hometown. 

After they had unpacked a few boxes, Shane grabbed two wine glasses and the remaining pinot noir. He escorted Charlene to the deck and watched the sun as it attempted to hide itself behind the distant mountains. "You know this is the last glass of wine we will drink until after our child is born, right?" Shane asked. 

"I was going to recommend the same thing." 

Shane put his arm around her shoulder as they leaned on the railing. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the Rupert's lights go out. A few minutes later he heard Harold opening the bedroom window. Mrs. Rupert's voice could barely be heard, "Are you serious Harold? People will hear us!" 

Harold replied, "Do you really think that after last week Shane and Charlene are really going to care if they hear us having sex? For Christ's sake woman, you're ruining the mood here!" 

Charlene tapped Shane's arm and whispered, "Actually, I think I do mind." She scrunched up her face and pointed inside. 




The List Ch. 07



Back when I was eighteen and a Senior I worked a couple of hours a week at a small grocery store owned by a nice Asian family. The owners themselves had emigrated from Japan and didn't speak very good English, but they had several kids who had grown up in America, were roughly my age, and all worked at the store.

Those are immaterial details, I guess. I only worked at the store because it was easy for me to swipe a case of beer here and there.

I showed up supplied with beer and a bottle of vodka that I'd lifted from that store when I met Amy and Megan for our night out.

What I'd tried to arrange was to be alone with the two hottest cheerleaders in school, but when I showed up there were two other girls there.

Worried I'd be mad that we weren't alone, right away Amy said, "Nick, this is my brother's fiancée Sarah. I'm hanging out with her tonight." She said it in an apologetic tone.

I got the story later that Amy's mom pressured her into letting Sarah tag along because Amy made the excuse that she was hanging out with "the girls" and, well, apparently Sarah didn't have many friends of her own.

Instead of greeting me, Sarah just stared at me weirdly.

"Nice to meet you," I offered. "Do you want a beer?"

"Sure," she said.

It wasn't that she was unattractive. Sarah had curly, brown hair and nice skin. I have to be blunt and say she was a heavy girl, though. More than that, she didn't seem to have any social skills. She seemed to be nervous, and kept wiping her hands dry on her jeans.

Sarah was a year or two older than us, and lived with Amy's brother on the other side of town. Both of them had decided to work full time instead of going to college.

I cracked a beer for her, then turned to greet the sisters, handing each of them a beer.

Megan and Julie were the only twins in our senior class. They looked similar, petite with curly red hair, but they weren't identical. In fact, other than a resemblance they weren't anything alike. For one thing, they were dressed much differently. Megan was wearing heels and a short leather miniskirt, while her sister Julie was dressed in jeans and a baggy t-shirt. Just looking at them you could tell that Megan tried to sneak out the door alone and the parents forced Julie along at the last second.

We just chatted for a while about nothing in particular, and drank that first beer.

After the drinks were empty we went to play miniature golf. We had to split up into two groups, and I was with the sisters.

I lined up for my first shot, which was a pretty bad one.

"Maybe you should use your dick, it's bigger than the golf club," Megan said and both girls giggled and blushed. They'd both seen it in the bathroom at homecoming.

I replied slyly, "My cock's better at getting into holes, too."

They giggled some more.

Julie walked up for her shot, and when she did I slipped my arm around Megan's waist for a second. At this point I didn't want my motives to be a secret.

When I thought nobody was looking I passed around the vodka bottle we'd snuck in.

As we played, I kept flirting with Megan and she kept flirting with me, but she wouldn't push it very far in front of her sister. What I did have going for me was that the alcohol was sinking into these tiny girls quickly.

After a while we were done with the game and went back to the car for more beers. It was dark out now. We stood around and talked about what to do next.

"We've got booze," I said. "Let's just hop in the car and cruise around town."

Since nobody had a better idea, that's what we ended up doing. I made sure to climb in the backseat next to Megan and ended up in-between her and her sister. Amy was driving and Sarah was riding shotgun.

We were driving for a bit and chatting, and I worked up the nerve to slide my hand onto Megan's bare thigh. I don't remember what we were talking about in the backseat, but all of a sudden Amy said, "Nick the Prick, do I turn left or right here?"

"Turn left."

Sarah noticed the name. "Nick the Prick?" she asked.

"Oh my God," Amy exclaimed! "I forgot you haven't seen it yet! Nick, you have to show her!"

The girls in the backseat joined in. "Yeah, show her!" they both cooed.

"Okay, but everybody take another pull of vodka first," I said as I passed the bottle around.

All the attention in the car was turned toward the backseat as I started to unzip. Sarah had turned around as well as she could in her seatbelt, and Amy was watching in the rearview mirror.

In one quick motion I whipped my big dick out of my pants and the girls cheered. I was semi-hard, and I started stroking it the rest of the way up with my free hand. My other hand was still on Megan's thigh.

"Oh my God!" Sarah shouted. "No way that's real! Are you guys fucking with me?"

"Feel it if you don't believe it," Amy suggested.

Hesitantly, Sarah reached back and wrapped her hand around the top of my shaft.

"Holy shit!" she exclaimed. "It's real! I bet I haven't seen a dick even half this big before!"

She left her hand on it, and started rubbing up and down my shaft.

"What are you, going to jerk him off right here?" Amy teased.

"Shut up, I just want to touch it for a second."

It was an interesting scene at the least. I was in a car full of women and one was rubbing my dick.

"It's fucking beautiful!" Sarah exclaimed as she swung my dick around with her hand.

"And he fucks like a stallion!" Amy added, as if she needed to keep selling me. "Too bad you're engaged to my brother."

"Yeah, well, just playing with a guy's dick isn't cheating, right?" Sarah clearly wasn't ready to let it go. She had a look in her eyes of intense craving.

It was clear to me that Megan was getting drunk and horny watching this other girl play with my dick. She didn't do anything more than start squirming in her seat a little, but it was plain as day.

I figured it was time for a bold move and leaned in to kiss her. She eagerly kissed me back, and we made out for a minute while Sarah massaged my erection.

I moved my hand off of Megan's thigh to caress her tiny breasts through her thin shirt and she started to moan into my mouth. Aroused, she moved her little hand onto my shaft and started jerking it in rhythm with Sarah.

"There's room for another hand," Sarah said toward Julie. 

Julie awkwardly grabbed it with her sister, but just for a second before she pulled her hand back away. I guess she felt weird putting her hand on the same dick as her twin. I'd find out later that the shyer of the sisters was a virgin, though, too. Maybe she was just scared of it.

I was still making out with Megan. I whispered into her ear, "Do you want to suck it?"

"I can't," she whispered back. I knew she meant because Julie was in the car.

I went back to kissing her and playing with her braless breasts through her shirt, hoping that I could get her more worked up.

"I want to blow you so bad. I wish I could," she whispered into my ear. I didn't say anything; I just kept rubbing her nipples and trying to turn her on more.

I moved my hand back towards her thigh and started sliding it up her soft leg as we kissed. She moaned deeply in my mouth again as she worked with Sarah to rub my cock.

I whispered again, "I really want you to suck my cock. You want me to like you, right?"

At this point, I think Megan made up her mind. We kissed some more, and eventually Megan started sliding onto her knees in the backseat and pushing Sarah's hand out of the way. "Julie, I want you to look away for a minute," the tiny girl said to her sister.

Julie turned her gaze out the window as Megan wrapped both of her tiny hands around my dick and started licking the pre-cum off my head. "It's so big and beautiful," she said in a muted voice, like she was talking only to me instead of the whole car, then started running her tongue over my balls.

We were still driving through town, and Amy and Sarah were watching as well as they could from the front seat as Megan put the head of my penis between her lips and eased my dick in. She started slow, but didn't take long to pick up her tempo and was soon fucking me hard with her mouth.

"That's right, bitch, suck it," I said loudly.

Megan hiked up her tiny miniskirt as she blew me, and she wasn't wearing any underwear. She started to finger herself.

"Wow, I've never watched a girl suck a dick before, you guys are crazy," Sarah said from the front seat. "You're really good at it, too," she said to Megan. She was right; Megan was able to take most of dick into her throat.

Enjoying the moment, I took another pull from the vodka bottle and tried to hand it to Julie. She ignored the gesture, though. She was still looking out the window, trying to pretend that her slut of a twin wasn't on her knees sucking a dick. I handed it to Sarah, instead, who took a big pull.

Sarah was clearly getting into the show and put her hand on the back of Megan's head. She started pushing the petite girls face onto my cock. 

"That's right, slut. You like dicks being shoved down your throat don't you?" Sarah asked as she controlled Megan's tempo. Megan's reply was a loud moan as she banged herself with her fingers.

I looked over and noticed that Julie wasn't looking out the window anymore. She was watching a strange girl shove a huge dick down her sister's throat. Her expression had shifted to one that was more curious.

Megan was close to orgasm and suddenly pulled my dick out of her mouth. "I need you to fuck me," she announced. She had a tinge of embarrassment in that confession, well aware that she was about to be fucked in a crowded car.

She quickly straddled me and guided my cockhead towards her wet opening.

"Holy shit," Sarah said. "He's going to rip her in two!"

She was on top of me and started working it in. She was so close to orgasm when we started fucking that, right away, she started bucking up and down on my dick as fast as she could.

Megan's pussy was so incredibly tight, I couldn't believe it. When only half my dick was inside of her I thought that I was as deep as I could go. I started to fuck her hard and more of my erection gradually worked in, though I still ended up being an inch or two too much for her.

"Oh my God, it's amazing!" Megan announced as she rode up and down, forcing my dick to impale her. "Fuck me, you monster, split me open!"

She grabbed a handful of my hair and squeezed and I returned the gesture, wrapping my fingers into her bright red curls and using it to pull her onto my dick.

"Take it, slut, take my big dick," I growled to her as I thrust hard into her vagina.

Amy was speeding through town, trying not to hit any stoplights as I plowed her friend's pussy in her backseat. It hadn't been long since I'd nailed Amy in the same spot.

Megan started to come. "Oh my God, keep fucking me!" she started to shriek, and I did just that.

One orgasm passed for her, and at this point I grabbed her little body and changed positions. I laid her on the backseat and her head landed in her sister's lap. Megan was still fully dressed with her skirt hiked up and her legs spread vulgarly into the air. I pushed my dick back into her and started slamming into her pussy again, hard.

"You like that, don't you?" I said as I rammed her.

"Oh, yeah, keep pounding me with your big dick!" she responded. "Fuck me like a whore!" I spanked her ass once, hard, and she started coming again and reused the word. "Use me like a whore!"

As she came she squealed more loudly than the first time. Julie ran her fingers through her sister's hair and watched her get laid, but she didn't say anything.

I leaned in and kissed Julie. At first she kissed timidly, but she gradually got more into it. I was making out with her while I was fucking her sister.

Megan started moaning into another orgasm, and her incredibly tight pussy was getting to me. I was about to come hard.

I broke off my kiss with Julie and pulled my dick out of her twin. I jacked off for a second before I came and used her word on her. "I'm going to come all over you, you little whore."

With that I hit my peak and my dick erupted. I drenched Megan's clothes, face, and her pretty red hair with sperm. I didn't do it on purpose, but I ended up firing some on Julie's t-shirt and bare arms, too.

As I shot burst after burst Sarah announced from the front seat, "Holy shit! I've never seen a guy come like that before. That's not a dick, that's a firehose!"

Megan added, "Keep coming on me, you stud!"

Eventually my balls were empty and I was exhausted. So was Megan. She said in a weak voice as she caught her breath, "I've never, ever been fucked like that. It was incredible." She started licking my dick clean.

"That was great for me too, baby," I told her. "Your little pussy is amazing." I was being sincere. Megan was an amazing fuck.

We happened to be near the twins' house and Amy pulled up to it.

Megan addressed her sister. "We're going to have to sneak in the back and hope that mom isn't awake. Can you imagine if saw both of us with cum all over? We could never leave the house again!"

Julie didn't really say anything as she stumbled out of the car. She was a very quiet girl. Megan turned to me, though, sperm dripping from her chin, and said, "You can fuck me anytime you want stud.

"Thanks for the ride!" she then announced, and I wasn't sure if she was talking to me or Amy.

We drove off and Sarah turned around again and started playing with my dick, which was still covered with another girl's juices. "You know," she said to me, "You really are a stallion. I've never seen anything like this."

We were soon at my house and it was time to say my goodbyes.

I leaned in and kissed Amy. "Thanks for the ride," I said.

"My pleasure. Remember, you owe me now," the gorgeous blonde replied.

"It was nice to meet you, Sarah," I said as I took my dick from her and put it back in my pants.

"Believe me, the pleasure was all mine. Maybe I'll see you around some more?"

"Maybe."

I went inside and straight to bed. I needed to rest up for another busy day tomorrow.



The List Ch. 08



The night that I'd just had with Megan and Amy sure didn't turn out quite like planned, but I'd still quickly call it a success. My intention had been to do both of the girls at once, but doing Megan while the other girls watched was just as good.

I sat around at the next morning, saving my energy and waiting for the afternoon to roll around. I already had another date set up. On the list I'd made of women that I was determined to sleep with, it was already time to go for number four.

My target was Dee, the mother of my friend/lover Mindy. Since Mindy was on my list, she was shocked to find out that her mom was on there too.

The truth is that I had always found Dee to be attractive. She had a fuller body than her daughter, but still had a slender waist. I think part of what drew me in was that she tried hard to look pretty every day. She had shoulder-length dyed blonde which was usually pulled into a tight bun, and she always had bright red lipstick on.

We lived in the southwest part of the United States. It was getting chilly and heading towards winter in a lot of places, but it was another perfect day at home. The sun was out, and it was probably around eighty degrees.

I found Mindy out sunbathing by her parent's pool in a little polka dot bikini, which couldn't have worked better for what I had in mind. She smiled at me, but I knew she was on the defensive today because I was going to try to fuck her mom.

"Hey beautiful, mind if I join you?" I asked.

"I suppose not, stud."

I slid off my shirt and shorts to a reveal a Speedo which could barely contain my massive package. It forced my dick to snake halfway around my leg. In fact, one thing I had to concentrate on was not getting an erection, because I knew it would pop out of the tiny cloth.

"You're shameless, you know that?" Mindy said when she saw my bulge.

"I suppose I am, but it looks pretty good, doesn't it?"

"It looks fucking gigantic, if that's what you mean."

I sat down in a lawn chair next to Mindy for a few minutes and talked, then made up an excuse to go indoors.

I walked into the kitchen and Mindy's mom had her back to the door, doing dishes. She was wearing a green housedress with red jewelry and, currently, a red apron.

I sat my book bag down inside the kitchen.

"Ma'am?"

She turned to look at me and instantly dropped the glass that was in her hand. It shattered to the floor.

"Slippery!" she announced, and went to grab a broom to clean it up. I knew the real reason that she dropped that glass was the sight of my Speedo-covered log.

She knelt down to sweep it up with a hand broom, and I took a step towards her so that my member was right in her line of sight. I tried to act oblivious, and she tried to act like she wasn't flustered by it.

After she cleaned the mess up she turned to me again. "Did you need something, Nick?"

"Maybe some juice, ma'am. It's hot out there."

Her eyes kept shooting from my face to my crotch. "Okay, but remember to call me Dee."

She poured me a drink and I went back outside for a while. This was already a fun game for me, and I was lucky that it hadn't made me hard yet.

I sat by the pool with Mindy for a while, and then made some other excuse to go back indoors and found Dee getting food ready to take out to the grill that was by the pool.

We talked for a few minutes about nothing in particular until she said, "Nick, you might find me attractive and that's okay, but aren't you embarrassed?"

I really wasn't following what she'd said. "Embarrassed about what, ma'am?"

"Most boys would be embarrassed walking around with an erection like that."

"Dee," I started, and left a long, pregnant pause, "I'm NOT erect right now."

"Are you being serious?" She looked at my sausage again with wider eyes.

"If something gets me going, Dee, my dick gets way bigger than this."

Nobody said anything for a second, but she kept looking at me. I smiled at her, maybe a little nervously. I wasn't sure if what I was about to try was going to work. I told her in a serious tone, "I know I shouldn't be this open with my friend's mom, but I have a photograph of it if you want to see me hard."

She didn't say yes, and she didn't say no; she just stood there looking at my body. She had a vacant look, and I couldn't tell what she was thinking. I went to the backpack I'd sat against the wall and pulled out some photographs.

"Here's me hard," I said and showed her a picture of my erection.

"My God, it looks so huge. I can't believe an eighteen year old boy can have such a cannon."

I moved closer to this sexy older woman and put my hand on her shoulder. "You can't really see any perspective in that one, though. Try the next picture."

I had a nervous lump in my throat. She flipped to the photograph behind that one.

"Mindy?"

She was looking at a photograph I'd taken of her daughter on her knees playing with my cock. In the picture Mindy had both hands wrapped around my shaft and my large cockhead was in her mouth. She was looking up at the camera with her big, bright eyes.

"See how big it is?" I said. "There's probably room for two more hands on my dick."

Dee didn't say anything; she just started thumbing through the pictures wide-eyed. She gasped at the one with my dick all the way down Mindy's throat.

Eventually she asked, "Is this in my bed?"

"Yes, that was my idea."

She kept slowly flipping through the photos.

"God, I can't believe how big your dick is. It looks like your hurting her."

"She was loving it, Dee. Your daughter begs me to fuck her with my giant cock."

Eventually, she got to the last photo. It was of her girl on Dee's bed, covered in cum.

I moved the hand that was on her shoulder to her waist and said, "I always shoot gigantic loads of cum like that, and one of your daughter's fetishes is how she loves it when I blow my load all over her."

"Like mother, like daughter," Dee said, and then covered her mouth embarrassed like she didn't mean to say it.

"Really? Well I bet you've never been showered with a load half that big."

She didn't say anything. She knew I'd just indirectly insulted her husband, but she also knew it was true.

Through the kitchen window I luckily noticed that Mindy was coming back into the house. I grabbed the pictures and put them back into my backpack, then went to the bathroom to calm down for a minute. My dick had just started to swell, and I wanted to make sure I didn't get an erection yet.

By the time I got back outside, both women were out there. Mindy was sitting the picnic table by the pool while her mother was grilling.

Dee had changed out of her dress into a bathing suit. It was a somewhat modest blue one-piece but it was low-cut enough to show some nice cleavage.

I tried to read what Dee was thinking, but she wasn't giving me any signs. I didn't know if she was aroused, indifferent, or upset with me.

While she was serving the food onto our plates, she said to both of us, "Maybe I shouldn't do this, but I made some margaritas if either of you kids wants one."

We both eagerly accepted the drinks, which were mixed strong. I thought that maybe this was a sign of her interest because I didn't think that Dee would normally give us liquor.

The afternoon had passed and the sun was starting to set as we ate. I think both girls had a couple of drinks too quickly with the meal. I tried to pace myself, but I had several as well.

As we ate I felt Mindy's bare foot slide into my lap and start massaging my penis. She smiled at me. She used her toes to start kneading my balls.

Then, though, I felt another foot start sliding across my length. It was Dee! Mother and daughter were both looking to work me under the table, and neither realized that the other was doing it.

This went on for a minute, and for the first time I was being pushed towards a full erection and my massive dick strained out of my trunks.

Both women realized they were touching bare skin now and started rubbing it faster. Then, suddenly, their feet touched and both instantly realized what was happening. They both pulled their feet away and tried not to show it on their faces. I knew, though, that this was the first point where Mindy realized I really was going to fuck her mom.

"Have you heard from Dad?" Mindy asked her mom, obviously trying to remind her that she was a married woman.

Dee's husband traveled a lot on business and was gone for days, and sometimes weeks at a time.

Dee didn't answer, and she did get a guilty look on her face, but I also soon felt her foot slide back onto my hard on. 

We had another round of margaritas. The sky was getting pretty dark and the girls were getting pretty drunk.

"Who wants to get in the hot tub?" Dee offered.

"I do," I said.

"Me too," Mindy quickly added on. I knew she didn't want to get in with us but, more than that, she didn't want to leave us alone.

Mindy and I sat at the picnic table and drank while Dee turned on the outside lights and had the tub warm up. She also brought out some fresh drinks, then slid into the water.

"Come on, kids, it feels great!"

"I can't really stand up yet," I said, still sitting at the table and feigning embarrassment.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm still erect, and it's too big to fit into my trunks."

"Oh, don't be silly. It's a perfectly natural thing to happen around two beautiful ladies. We don't mind."

I got up from the table and walked towards the hot tub, my big erection swaying like a pendulum.

Dee announced, "My God, it's incredible!"

"Well, like you said, I'm around two beautiful ladies." I slipped off my skimpy trunks so that I was naked. "I guess there's no point in these anymore."

I slid into the water.

"Are you coming Mindy?" asked Dee.

She got up and slid into the water with us. Mindy had on a smile, but I could tell that she wasn't comfortable with the direction the night was taking.

We were all pretty drunk now and, once in the hot tub there was a lot of tickling, giggling, and splashing.

I said something to tease Dee and she playfully dunked my head underwater. When I came back up I grabbed her body and acted like I was struggling to do the same to her but having trouble. Of course, the idea was really just to press my erection up against her for a moment.

"You're next," I said to Mindy and wrestled her under. I held her there for a minute and she didn't realize until she came back up that I'd pulled her top off. She was clearly embarrassed, but her mom got a good laugh out of it.

I went after Dee again who said, "Oh no you don't!" but clearly in play. I wrestled with her again and pulled her one-piece off her shoulders so that her mid-sized breasts were exposed. They were amazing, and she made no move to cover back up. I'm sure she liked the feeling of my eyes devouring her.

At this point things relaxed a little more and enjoyed our drinks. I was naked in the hot tub with a woman and her daughter.

I slid closer to Mindy and put my arm around her again, but not to wrestle this time. I started kissing her and she kissed me back. I tried to put her hand on my dick but she pulled it back off; I guess she wouldn't go that far with her mom watching.

Dee had far fewer reservations. I felt her move to my side and start running her hands over my shoulders. It didn't take long for one to move down to my dick.

I made out with Mindy for a while as her mom stroked me. Dee stopped for a minute and I looked down. She was wrapping her breasts around my massive cock.

"You want tittyfucked?" she asked vulgarly. I was shocked at the language this proper housewife used.

I kept kissing Mindy and rubbing my hands on her small breasts while her mom started rubbing my erection between her tits. My dick is big enough that she was easily able to suck on the head of my pole while she fucked it with her chest, and she did.

This gradually turned into a blowjob. While I made love to my friend her mom was sucking my dick.

I was mostly making out with Mindy at that point because I thought that maybe I needed to keep her distracted from what her mom was doing. After a few minutes, though, I was the one who was distracted by the great head that Dee was giving me. I stopped kissing Mindy and we both watched her mom bob her head up and down on my shaft.

"Good girl," I said, "fucking suck it."

Involuntarily, I started working my hips towards her, trying to get deep inside of her mouth.

After blowing me for a while, Dee took my cock out of her mouth and said, "I've never seen something like this. It's at least twice as big as my husband's. I want you to take this big dick and shove it in me so bad."

With that she started sliding off the bathing suit that was still covering the lower half of her body.

I said to her sort of coldly, "I'm going to make you one of my conquests and you're going to love it."

At this point, clearly aroused but also uncomfortable, Mindy slid out of the hot tub without saying anything. She surprised me by not going in the house, though. She just went over to the picnic table and watched us from a distance.

I grabbed her mom and pulled her close. I started kissing her body, and rubbing the head of my dick against her pussy lips.

"Are you ready to get ripped apart, ma'am?"

"Oh, yeah, fuck me daddy! Show me what a real man is!" I don't think she realized what she was saying in front of her daughter.

I bent Dee over the side of the hot tub and started working it in from behind. She wasn't as tight as the younger girls I'd been fucking, so I fed more of my dick to her at once.

I still wasn't really using my hips; just easing my cock into her tunnel.

"Have you ever been filled like this before?"

"No, never, it's incredible!"

"Tell me what you want."

"Fuck me hard!"

From behind her I grabbed a handful of hair and started thrusting in and out. I don't know what it was about her, but Dee felt incredible to fuck.

"That's right, take it slut. That's what you are, right? My slut?"

"Oh, yeah, I'm your slut!" she announced while moaning into her first orgasm.

"So is your daughter," I said, laughing, and started ramming her as hard as I could.

After she'd gone through a long orgasm I picked her little body up, still impaled on my tool, and climbed out of the hot tub. I laid her on her back right next to it and spread her legs out as wide as I could. For me there was something extra-smutty about spreading her legs into the air, knowing that her daughter was watching in the distance.

I wrapped my body on top of hers and started fucking her again, hard.

She was quickly coming again. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Dee squealed.

"Come for me, bitch," I said, almost like a command.

"Fuck me hard! I've never been fucked like this before!"

I kept dicking her for as long as I could, but I knew I was about to come.

"I'm going to shower you in jizz!" I announced. I pulled my dick out and started jacking off all over her chest and face.

"Yes! Shoot my prize all over me!"

Before I was finished I shot a couple of spurts into her mouth. She choked a little as she swallowed my thick batter.

"It's delicious!" she exclaimed, and started licking it off of her body where she could.

"Did you like getting fucked by me?" I asked as she laid by the side of her hot tub in a post-orgasmic glow.

"Nobody's every nailed me like that, or even come close! You're incredible."

She caught her breath for a minute, and then I think the reality of the situation started to set in. Dee was a happily married woman who had just cheated on her husband for the first time, and had done it in front of her own daughter.

Dizzy from the fucking she just got, she started stumbling back into the house, naked and cum-covered. She hung her head and avoided eye contact while she walked by her little girl.

I walked up to Mindy, proud of my achievement. She didn't seem mad at me. Maybe she was hoping I'd gotten it out of my system and was ready to move on with my list of female targets.

I put my dick up to her face. Without hesitation she started licking the juices off of my shaft.

"So, who's next on your list?" she asked.

I grabbed Mindy's body and bent her over the picnic table. I was still horny, and prepared to fuck my little friend with the dick that had just been in her mother.

"You'll find out very soon," I said as I gave a thrust into her vagina and she squealed. "It's someone we see almost every day." 



The List Ch. 09



Author's note: This isn't the tone that I plan on taking the story into, but I thought it was an interesting idea. I hope you'll agree.

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Things were going very well so far. When I was eighteen I'd made a list of ten girls I was determined to sleep with. Only a few weeks had gone by and I went from being a virgin to having a very active sex life.

I'd slept with Amy and Megan, the two hottest cheerleaders at my school. I'd also slept with my friend Mindy, and later bedded her beautiful mother, Dee. Now it was time to check the fifth woman off of my list.

One morning during first period math class Mindy passed a note to me as I'd instructed her to. Instead of trying to be sly, she passed it in a very deliberate and visible way and the teacher saw it.

Our teacher walked over and asked for the note before I could look at it. This was just as I'd planned.

The appropriately named Ms. Candy was a beautiful, raven-haired math teacher in her mid-thirties. She was busty and taller-than-average, with a tight figure that drove all of her male students, and a few of her female students, wild. She had pale white skin, thin glasses, and dressed professionally but in a "younger" way than most of the teachers. She always wore dark-colored skirts and high heels.

We occasionally saw a softer side of her, but she usually presented herself as very stern or strict.

Ms. Candy took the note that Mindy had passed to me out of my hand and went back to her desk to read it. She kept her face very controlled as she skimmed it over, and then she slid it in a drawer.

The bell rang a few minutes later, and the other students started to file out of the room. She said, very teacherly, "Nick, I want you to stop by here after school for a moment. I'm concerned about something."

She said it a serious tone that made me worry that I'd made a big miscalculation.

The day went by and, as requested, I showed up in the classroom after school. It was just me and the stern-faced teacher.

"Sit down, Nick," she said and I took a desk in the front row. She sat in front of me on top of her desk, crossing her long, pale legs.

"I wanted to talk to you about a note that Mindy was passing to you. Some of the content was very school-inappropriate and I wanted to hear what you had to say about it."

"I haven't seen the note yet, ma'am; I don't know what it says."

She picked up the note that was sitting on her desk.

"It reads, 'I love the pictures you took of me blowing your gigantic cock. Do I suck your huge dick better than Amy or Megan?' Clearly I'm concerned, Nick, if what this letter says is true."

Nobody said anything for an awkward minute.

"I'd think you'd better show it to me."

"Ma'am?"

"Take your dick out."

I didn't say anything; I just went for my zipper and pulled my cock out through my fly. I wasn't hard, but now that I knew Ms. Candy wanted to see it, it was growing fast.

"Young man, that's very impressive," she said, still speaking in her "teacher" tone.

She stood up and walked towards me. My Math teacher grabbed a handful of my thick shaft in her hand and sank down to her knees.

"It's perfect," she said, softening her voice and running her eyes over my member. "It's big, and thick, and it's just like—"

She stopped her sentence and didn't say anything for a second.

"I've been wondering what I was going to tell you all day, Nick, if what that letter said about your dick was true; and it sure looks like it is. I think I have to just be honest with you, even though I could end up getting fired for this. I don't have any choice but to open up to you in a way that a teacher should not talk to a student.

"I've only seen one cock like this before, and it belonged to my ex-husband. I tell everybody that I left him, but it isn't true. He treated me bad; he even smacked me around some. He cheated on me with countless women and didn't bother keeping it a secret from me. He would call me crude names in front of his friends, too, and things like that.

"Like I said, though, he left me. The pathetic things is that I miss being with him and I'd take him back in a second, because nobody's ever been able to fuck me like he could.

"He had a giant dick just like this one," my teacher said as I grew larger in her hand, "and he could pound me so well that I could tolerate everything else. He could make me come dozens of times in a row, so I didn't care how he treated me. I was more like a possession of his than a wife.

"One time I had my sisters over and I was cooking dinner for all of us. He carried both of them to our marital bed and fucked them with the door open while I made supper and tried not to cry. I had to listen to the three of them fuck for an hour before they stumbled out of the bedroom. He didn't even get dressed. He left his prize out while he ate and stroked it. And, even though they'd just gotten the best fucking of their lives, both of my sisters looked at me like I was pathetic the way I let him do whatever he wanted, and the way he was in complete control of me.

"The weird part is that I respected him for using me. He was a dominant male; a bad boy. I let him do whatever he wanted to me, and I miss being treated like that.

"God, I can't believe I'm telling you all of this." She still had my dick in her hands, and was slowly stroking it as she talked. "In the year since he left me I've been trying to fill the void, and it's turning me into a slut."

Her lip quivered a little here.

"I've had so many one night stands trying to find another guy with a dick like this and they've all been duds. None of them have given me what I need.

"Now I've found you, though.

"So here's my proposal, Nick. As long as nobody at school will find out about it, why don't you come to my apartment for supper tonight? You can do whatever you want while you're there, so don't think of me like your teacher. I want you to treat me like a skank or a piece of trash, as long as you fuck me well."

With that, she got up off of her knees and exited the room, leaving me hard as a rock. This was proving to be my easiest conquest yet. Without really even having to try I was going to fuck my sexy teacher.

I spent the next few hours trying to work myself into the right frame of mind. I'd never gotten that rough with a woman before, but I was going to try to play the role that Ms. Candy was expecting.

I showed up at her apartment door that evening and knocked loudly. She answered the door quickly but I still snapped at her, "Were you planning on making me wait out here all night?"

"I'm so sorry," she said apologetically.

She was still dressed in the clothes she'd worn to work, a black skirt and a shiny purple blouse. She had let her jet-black hair down, though, from the bun it was in earlier.

"I'm glad you didn't bother cleaning up for me," I said, referencing her appearance in a sarcastic tone.

"You don't think I look good?"

"I think you could look better."

Before we even walked into her apartment, the first thing I did was smack her ass as hard as I could. Just that one blow probably left a red mark on her rump.

She had a nice apartment. It was small, but the things inside seemed expensive. It was very brightly lit, with lots of white and grey decorations. I could hear some food frying in the kitchen.

"Did you have a good day?" she asked.

"Just take off your shirt," I replied in an annoyed tone.

She was a little taken aback, and I wasn't sure if it was for real or not. She hung her head a little and started unbuttoning her blouse. She slid it off to reveal a black, lacy bra and an expensive-looking pearl necklace. Ms. Candy had an amazing chest, probably a "D" cup, but she was also very slim. You could sense just by looking at her how soft her pale white skin must be.

I could tell the she was looking for signs of approval in my face, and saying that I liked what I saw would be an understatement, but I tried not to show it.

"Now go get me a beer," I said, dryly.

She scurried off quickly and her chest bounced while she moved. It was hard for me to keep up this role because she looked so beautiful, and seemed so eager to please. My instinct was to be nicer to her, but I tried to hold back.

She came back with my beer, poured in a nice glass. I took a sip, and we stood there for a moment in silence.

"Why are you still standing here, dummy? Go finish my dinner." She hurried into the kitchen again without saying a word. After a moment I followed her.

I slipped up behind Ms. Candy as she stood at the stove and I slid my hands onto her hips. She froze a little. I hiked her skirt up to reveal a set of black garters and some lacy black panties that matched her bra.

With little indication that I was going to do so, I shoved a finger deep inside of her pussy and she gasped.

"I can't believe how wet you are already," I said. "What a tramp you turned out to be! You're so desperate for cock that you're giving one of your students alcohol and hoping he'll fuck you? It's embarrassing."

My teacher's lip quivered a bit, but she didn't say anything. She just kept trying to finish the meal as I started wiggling my middle finger inside of her.

"You really are a whore, aren't you?" I said in an almost taunting manner.

Half of her mind was on preparing the meal, and half of it was on the finger that was moving around in her vagina. She reached behind her body with her free hand and grabbed my dick through my jeans. In a resigned voice she answered, "Yes, Nick. You're right. I'm a whore. I'll do anything if you'll fuck me."

I pulled my finger out of my teacher and she sighed.

"Well, I'm going to show you what I think whores deserve."

I grabbed a handful of her jet-black hair and started dragging Ms. Candy out of her kitchen by it. She was obviously concerned about leaving the stove on, but all the same didn't put up much of a fight.

I pulled her into the living room and bent her over the arm of a plush white couch, then I stood behind her and pressed my crotch against her shapely behind. I released the hair I'd pulled her by, but instantly wrapped the same hand around her slender neck. Some fear shot through her eyes, but she also moaned a little.

"For one thing, whores shouldn't be wearing pretty things like this."

As I said it, I grabbed the pearl necklace she was wearing and pulled it off of her. The pearls went flying in a thousand directions. Her only reaction was to close her eyes and to start grinding her crotch desperately against mine. She was already so worked up she was starting to whimper.

I let go of her neck, and slid her skirt back up over her hips. I took a step away from her body, still bent over the end of the couch, and spanked her hard.

She gasped and moaned at the same time, as if pleasure and pain had just mixed.

I spanked her again. "Tell me what you need."

She moaned into a pillow, "I need to be full of cock."

I could have kept this part of the game going for much longer, but I was young and rock hard. I unzipped my jeans and pulled my cock out through the fly. Which much effort, I also managed to get my balls pulled out of the fly without removing my pants.

I grabbed my rock hard dick like a club and spanked her with it. She knew what had just hit her in the ass and squealed. My teacher's behind was turning bright pink.

"I'm going to fill you up better than your old man ever did. You're my territory now."

She was still bent over the couch, and I walked around to her face.

"Suck my balls," I ordered her.

She looked me in the eyes, hers slightly teary from the spanking, and took one of massive nuts to her lips. She began to lick it and suck it with great skill.

"Take a whole ball in your mouth."

She tried for a minute, but couldn't take the whole thing in.

"I don't think I can," she whimpered.

I grabbed my dick and used it to smack her hard across the face. Her eyes went wide open, but she never stopped servicing me. "I SAID, suck a whole ball."

This time, she was magically able to do it. I patted this woman, probably fifteen years my senior, on the head and said, "Good girl."

It popped out of her mouth after a minute and she gasped for air.

"Are they bigger than your husbands?" I asked.

"Yes—a lot. I could feel the cum throbbing in it. They're amazing!"

I didn't say anything else; I just grabbed her head and put my dick up to her lips. Her mouth reflexively opened, and I shoved the head straight in. I wasn't in the mood for any gentle licking, or steady building of a rhythm; I just wanted to fuck her throat.

I grabbed a handful of her hair again and started shoving my tool in as she gagged. I was impressed; most of it went down her throat before I hit the back. Her hung-husband must have broken her good. I enjoyed watching it disappear in and out of her lips for a few minutes.

"Did you ever think you'd let a student fuck your face?"

She didn't say anything; she just started moaning into the cock that she was choking on. I reached down her body and unfastened her bra.

Ms. Candy probably had the most perfect chest that I've ever seen. They were large, natural, and perfectly symmetrical. 

Without taking my dick out of her mouth, I managed to pull her so that she was laying on her back, on the couch, spread eagle, so that I could play with her bust while I shoved my dick in and out of her mouth.

I rubbed her nipples, and she started to arch her back and moan. I shoved my cock all the way down her throat once, and then pulled it all of the way out so she could concentrate on her orgasm.

I played with her tits, and rubbed my dick against her face some, and it was enough to push her to her first orgasm.

She came and moaned for a minute, and then announced, "Please fuck me Nick, I'm ready."

I was plenty ready to, but I couldn't resist getting some of those big tits. I straddled her body on the couch and put my cock between her globes. My member was still dripping from her saliva, and slid pretty well when I pressed her pale breasts together.

"Good," she said, "fuck my tits with your monster!"

"You like that big dick?"

"It's even better than my exes!" she whimpered, in sentence which was broken by breathy gasps. "Please put it in my pussy!"

I stopped fucking her tits, and instead started slapping them with my dick. Then I moved up and slapped her face some more; more gently than the first time I hit her with it.

"Beg me again and I will."

"Pleeasse fuck me?"

I smacked her a little harder with my erection. "You can do better than that."

Without hesitation she exclaimed loudly, "Own my cunt! All I need is cock! Please give it to me, I'm begging!"

I shoved my head into her mouth for a second while I reached behind and ripped off her panties. They didn't tear all of the way—they were dangling, ripped, in her garters.

Then I walked behind her legs and spread them over my shoulders. "Get ready for the fucking of your life!" I said, grabbing my cock head and rubbing it against her pussy lips.

She gasped at the very touch of it, like just knowing that it existed would be enough to make her cum.

"Come on, fuck your teacher!"

With that encouragement, like spurs to a horse, I eased my shaft into her in one long but slow stroke. As soon as she was stuffed with me her fire alarm suddenly started going off! We'd left the food burning in the kitchen.

I started to pull off of her.

"No, pleeeaaaasseeee ignore it!" she begged. "You have to fuck me right now!"

At her orders, and as an alarm went off, I put the full weight of my body on top of hers and started working my member in and out of her opening. As I built up a rhythm, I wrapped my hand around her throat again, but didn't apply much pressure.

She instantly started to come, loudly, even though it had only been a few strokes.

"Fuck me harder! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

We kept going for a minute as she had one long climax. As soon as she started to come down from her orgasm, I started rocking her body much harder and she realized that I hadn't even really put an effort forward yet.

I pounded the little body of my teacher harder and harder, and she seemed to simply slip into one long orgasm. She dug her red fingernails deep into my back, which made me almost lose control.

"Oh my GAAAWWWWDDD!" she screamed.

I tightened my grip around her neck a little. "You like that dick, don't you, bitch?"

"I love it! I belong to your dick!"

She was still coming and screming heavily, when suddenly there was an urgent knock on the door. I'm sure that it was related to the smoke alarm that had been going off for several minutes.

"Don't you dare stop," she said between gritted teeth. "I need you to come for me!"

Luckily, I was pretty close and, after ignoring the calls at the door for a minute I climaxed with her. My balls clinched tightly, and I pulled out of her opening to shower my Math teacher in an aroused explosion of cum. I burst my seed all over her face, hair, and breasts.

I hovered over her body, jerking the last drops onto her.

She panted for a minute and tried to collect herself, and seemed to gradually realize that she couldn't ignore reality forever. Ms. Candy seemed to snap suddenly out of a multi-orgasm haze and started wiping her face clean of sperm with her hands.

"No," I said, instantly. "You answer the door like that."

She heard in my voice that it was a command, and walked to the door, pulling it open.

An alarmed neighbor rushed in—a forty-something woman dressed like, well, most people on their day off. Baggy sweat clothes and messy, short blonde hair.

"Is everything okay—?" she started to ask before she took in the situation.

It's funny to me to replay the sight that she walked in on in my mind. The beautiful young woman that she probably waved to every morning was topless, with her panties half-ripped off of her body and hanging from her garters. In addition, she was covered in sperm, and looked like she'd been through a hurricane.

It makes you wonder what the people you see every day do behind closed doors.

Her neighbor also burst in to the room to find a young male, fully dressed but with a gigantic cock hanging out of his jeans which was incriminatingly covered with the purple lipstick Ms. Candy was wearing.

In addition, the kitchen was filing with smoke.

"Oh, goodness—", the neighbor gasped. She was obviously flustered (as an understatement). "I thought there was an emergency."

She took in the scene and blushed deeply. She was a short woman of average build who looked over Ms. Candy's perfect body in an envious manner.

"I'm so sorry." As soon as Ms. Candy began to speak, some cum dripped off of her chin and made a tiny but audible splatter against the hardwood floor. "I heard the alarm, but I just couldn't get to it. It's just food burning. It's okay," and she ran into the kitchen to turn off the burner and silence the alarm.

The neighbor stood alone (and anxiously) with me for a minute as I started to grow hard again. I noticed she had a wedding ring on, and she kept taking her eyes off of my cock, only to have them drift back again.

She looked me in the face, and I gave her a sly wink.

"And who are you?" she said to me.

"I'm one of her students," I said with a laugh.

The alarm silenced, Ms. Candy walked back into our room.

"He's a prized pupil."

The new woman laughed nervously. "And if there are any more fires, you can just use his hose to put it out." She blushed even deeper. I could tell she was a prudish woman who'd just let her thought slip.

I turned to Ms. Candy.

"Alright, back on your knees."

Without hesitation, the cum-covered beauty rushed back over and started sucking cock in front of her neighbor.

"You can stay if you want," I offered to the new woman.




The List Ch. 09



She didn't say anything, she just watched for a moment, then walked back out the door.

Well, my teacher couldn't get enough of me, and I couldn't get enough of her perfect body. We spent the whole next day in bed—both having to call in sick to school.



The List Ch. 10



Amy was looking to party.

If you recall, I owed her a favor. I basically told her that I'd have sex with her anytime, anywhere as payment for setting me up with one of her friends.

Her request turned out to be pretty innocuous: Amy's mom wouldn't be home all day and she wanted me to come over and, as she put it, "fuck me silly."

I'd have to put on hold for a moment the list of girls I was determined to sleep with, but the invitation sounded too good to pass up. I went over in the early afternoon on a Saturday.

Amy lived in a rather lavish mansion with her mother. Maybe I remember it being bigger in hindsight that in really was. At the time, anyway, it seemed beyond belief to me, since I was raised by my mom in a poor neighborhood. There was a multi-car garage, a huge garden area and a tennis court in back, and I'm sure the house itself sprawled enough that there were rooms which the women who lived there never even used.

What was most awe-inspiring to an eighteen-year-old guy, though, was the basement level, which had been modified into an entertainment area and full bar.

When I say a "full bar", please understand that I mean a full bar. It included leather seating, neon signs plastering the walls, a full-sized pool table, and an entire wall of bottles and glasses behind a large oak bar.

There were also several sub-rooms: a makeshift walk-in wine cellar, a game room, and a little theater room with two leather couches and a projection TV.

This level of their house, seemingly made for debauchery, is where I'd be spending most of my day.

I met the little blonde at her front door. She's the head cheerleader at our high school, and has all the trappings to go with it; from the fancy sports car, to the perfect female body.

Amy was the girl who a month before I thought I was madly in love with. We lost our virginities together at the homecoming dance. Any sane man would jump at the chance to date her, but I was passing up the opportunity to work on my list.

She walked up and kissed me on the lips sweetly, as if she was still auditioning for "girlfriend".

"Hey, Blondie, you look great," I said as I smiled at her. I don't remember when, but I'd taken to using that nickname at some point.

"Thanks. You do, too. Are you ready to have some fun?"

As she said it, she reached down and patted my crotch. It would seem she wanted to get straight to business.

"You know I am." As I said it, I returned the sweet kiss she'd used to greet me with a gentle kiss to her forehead, which I know she appreciated.

"Good, because I've got a surprise for you. Come on in."

We walked inside her front door, and she asked me to wait there for a second. Amy disappeared and, when she came back, had stripped down to some beautiful, black lingerie.

Her little body looked incredible, like a Christmas present you couldn't wait to unwrap as a child. She had black silk stockings with lacy tops, and a bra and panties made of a thin, transparently black material. The lacy bra pressed her already large breasts together to create an immense amount of cleavage. She also had tall, black, shiny high heels.

"Wow!" I exclaimed, which put a little blush in her cheeks. "This is a nice surprise." I reached out to grab her body, but she stopped me short.

"Silly, this isn't the surprise. Follow me."

She turned and started walking away, and I couldn't stop looking at the mesmerizing sway of her ass as she led me to the basement.

I rounded a corner at the bottom of the stairs and was surprised to see Amy standing next to her brother's fiancée, Sarah, who was in identical lingerie to Amy.

"Surprise!" they both said, not as a shout, but in a low, seductive tone.

Sarah had shimmering, curly brown hair that went down to the middle of her back. Not that she was unattractive otherwise, but it was by far her best feature.

She had soft, pale white skin which contrasted sharply to Amy's perfect tan. Sarah was a little taller than Amy, but with Amy's taller heels they were presently standing at the same height.

Sarah was a heavier girl; not excessively fat, but a much different body type than Amy's athletic hourglass figure. As such, she had massive breasts, and large nipples clearly visible through the transparent material of the bra.

"Welcome to our bar!" Amy announced. "We're here to serve you."

As she said it, the girls turned to walk behind the bar. Almost as an end to her previous statement, Amy added, "... so let us know what you want."

After they got behind the bar, each girl removed the other's bra. It was choreographed enough that they had clearly planned out what they were going to do. Now I had two great pairs of breasts to look at while my bartenders were serving me.

What fun. I walked up to the oak bar and sat down on a stool.

"Well, to start with, how about a beer?"

Not that it was really a "two man job", but both girls scrambled to fill a beer glass for me.

Sarah was a bit shy and awkward, and was happy to let Amy do all of the talking.

"Sarah gets married to my brother in a couple of months, so we figured this would be her last chance to try a huge cock," Amy explained as she sat my drink in front of me.

I looked at Sarah with a smugly-cocked eyebrow and she blushed.

"There you are, Sir," Amy said. "We don't accept cash here, so you'll have to pay me with your shirt."

I laughed initially, and then realized that she was serious. I pulled my shirt over my head and handed it to her.

"Thank you, Sir. Would you like anything else?"

I wasn't sure what to say.

"Well," I started, "you should probably go ahead and make yourselves some drinks, too."

They did, and at first we just chatted; mostly Amy and me, while we got comfortable. The first round of drinks helped everyone relax.

"I think I'm ready for another," I said to my bartenders.

"Okay, Sir, and that will cost you your pants," she said as she presented it to me. 

I eagerly got rid of them, and was down to just my boxers.

"Anything else you would like from us, Sir?" Amy asked the question in a tone that suggested maybe I wasn't taking enough advantage of the game she'd set up.

I thought about it for a moment.

"Sure, Blondie, I want you two to kiss."

Sarah looked embarrassed at the idea as Amy leaned into her. I suspected Amy had far more experience kissing girls. There lips met awkwardly at first, but it only took a second for both females to get into it.

As they made out, Amy started playing with her brother's fiancée's large breasts, while Sarah ran her fingers through Amy's bouncy blonde hair. As her nipples were caressed, the bigger girl moaned into the mouth of the little cheerleader.

They did this for probably five minutes as I drank my beer and enjoyed the show. I don't know if I even realized I was doing it, but after a while I pulled my dick through the fly of my boxers and started stroking it as I watched.

After a while, the girls broke off their embrace and turned to me.

"Wow," Sarah said, "I guess he really liked the show." She was referring to the fact that I was slowly running my hand up and down my large shaft.

"How about some shots? Is tequila all right?" Amy asked as a non-sequitor.

"Sure," I said, letting go of my penis, but not putting it away.

The girls got some stuff organized, then walked around to my side of the bar, so they were right in front of me.

"These are going to be body shots, so get ready."

Amy cupped her breasts together tightly. Sarah licked one, right above Amy's nipple, and then sprinkled some salt on the wet spot she'd made. She then took a bottle of expensive tequila and poured some into Amy's cleavage, which pooled up like a reservoir.

"Go ahead, Stud," Amy said, winking at me.

I put one of my arms around her waist so that I was holding her closely, and then I leaned in to lick the salt off of her breast. I went for the shot that was waiting for me between her tits, and tried to lick up anything that I couldn't drink. It was probably a five second process, but once my tongue was on her breasts I stretched it into a good minute.

They prepared Sarah's chest the same way, and it held an immense amount of alcohol.

I lapped up the shot, but didn't see any reason after it was done to take my hands or tongue off of her large white breasts. I licked her nipples over gently and she let out a moan.

As I played with Sarah's rack Amy said, "all right, now it's our turn." She poured two shots and handed one to Sarah. Both girls sank to their knees in front of me.

Amy pulled my boxers down. She grabbed a hold of my cock, licked the shaft up and down, then sprinkled salt on it.

"Ready?" she asked Sarah, who nodded.

Their tongues met at the base of my cock and slid towards the head in unison to lick up the salt, and then they turned to drink the tequila. After drinking her shot, Sarah turned right back and started sucking aggressively on the head of my cock, as if she had been waiting to pounce.

Amy stood up from the floor and I wrapped my arm around her.

"You know," she said to me, "this is all that Sarah has been talking about. I think the only thing that's been on her mind for weeks is your big dick."

I think the girl on her knees was sort of embarrassed by the comments, but she didn't let it interrupt her work. She progressed from just working on my cock head to slowly working some of my shaft into her mouth.

Amy watched her future sister suck dick for a minute then announced, "Okay, I think it's time that I leave you two alone for a while to get to know each other." It was kind of a funny statement since Sarah was already sucking my cock. "I'll come back down in a little bit and join in the fun, but I want to make sure she gets a turn first."

With that, my little schoolmate scooted out of the room, and I was alone with Sarah.

As soon as Amy had left, Sarah stopped blowing me and got to her feet again, as if she'd just been waiting for Amy to leave the room.

Dick in hand, she whispered in my ear, "I have a fantasy."

"Oh?"

"I want to show you something."

Sarah led me to one of the makeshift-bar's side rooms; a theater area with leather couches and a big screen television. Sarah locked the door behind us.

"I want to make sure Amy doesn't walk in on this," she said.

I didn't see where she got the key from, but she took a VHS cassette out of a locked cabinet and put it in the VCR. Then she came and sat down beside me on the couch.

I wasn't sure what to expect as she pushed the play button, but suddenly on the screen was a porno.

It was a homemade video of a large, handsome black man fucking a blonde girl in a fancy-looking bedroom. The woman had on a lot of expensive jewelry and was being drilled doggy style, with her face to the camera.

"Tear me apart, you bastard!" the girl on the screen moaned as he pounded her.

I didn't understand what she was showing me at first, but then I had a sudden revelation—the girl in the homemade video was Amy's mom!

"There are dozens of these videos. This might sound weird, but ever since I found these I come down here and masturbate while I watch them, and fantasize that handsome, well-hung men would want to fuck me like that," Sarah said in a self-deprecating way. 

She wrapped her hand around my dick, and I could feel her eyes on me.

"It probably sounds gross, I guess, but I've been getting off watching my boyfriend's mom get fucked. She's so pretty; I bet every guy wants to fuck her.

"So here's my fantasy that I've been having lately," she said, like she was trying to get back to her point. "I really want to jerk off your big cock while you watch these videos with me. I don't know why, but I can't stop thinking about giving you a handjob while you watch porn. I want you to come so bad."

I didn't know what to say to her, except that the idea sounded good to me. I draped my arm over her shoulder so I could get a handful of her big bust while I watched, which she responded to with a low moan.

She leaned over and spit on my dick to lubricate it, then started stroking it up and down.

On the screen, Amy's mom's legs were spread, and I could tell the large, dark-skinned guy was about to climax. The camera wasn't at a very good angle for it, but he pulled out of her cunt and started jacking off on her.

"Oh, look at all that cum she gets!" Sarah exclaimed in a whisper.

"Do you like cum?"

She nodded as she stroked my cock. "I let my boyfriend jack off on me anytime he wants and I wear it around the house. He says he's marking his territory." She said the last part with a little laugh, like she was letting me in on a private joke.

She felt my member pulsate in her hand.

"Does that turn you on?"

I gave her a "yes" that was really more of a groan.

"Good, 'cause ever since I saw your dick explode on Megan, I've been hoping you'll shoot one of your big loads on me, too."

The tape flickered for a second, and then another scene came on. It was filmed in the same bedroom, but with a different guy; a tall, white guy with a thin, but very long penis.

He was sitting in front of the camera, stroking himself, and this really seemed to turn Sarah on. She started working my cock a little harder.

"I just love looking at big cocks," she whispered in my ear.

On screen, two women approached the bed, dressed in identical nurse outfits. One was Amy's mom; the other was a redhead of about the same age.

There wasn't any setup; the outfits were pealed off quickly, and both women were lying on the bed. The man managed to straddle both and started going back and forth between the females faces, thrusting his cock in and out of their hungry mouths.

"Do you like sucking cock, Sarah?" I asked. I was trying to talk dirty, though I asked the question so casually that I'm not sure if it came across that way.

"Oh, yeah!" was all she said at first, as we watched the well-endowed man on the screen slowly run his member in and out of Amy's mom's mouth.

Sarah went on, "I love having dicks in my mouth. I get so turned on. I can deep throat my fiancée really easily, so I let him fuck my throat as hard as he wants. Earlier, when I was sucking your cock in front of Amy, I had a mini-orgasm just from sucking on your big head."

The man on the screen turned his attention to the redhead, who wrapped her ruby red lips around his erection.

"I know that woman," Sarah said. "It's one of Pam's [Amy's mom] best friends. Isn't she pretty?"

I didn't really answer, as I started to focus in more and more on the handjob I was getting, which she seemed to notice.

"Am I doing a good job?"

"Oh yeah, baby, keep working me."

"I love having your big dick in my hands. It's so manly and powerful. I wish MY guy had one like this."

On the screen, the man pulled his penis out of the redhead's mouth and moved down to mount her body in a missionary position. Pam got up off of the bed and walked off-screen. The camera shook for a second and started moving, so you could tell that she'd picked it up off of a tripod and was carrying it around now.

She zoomed in on the redhead's facial expression as the long dick started pounding into her.

"Tell me how much you love it," Pam said off-screen.

At that encouragement, and probably in part performing for the camera, the redhead started to go on and on about how much she loved to be fucked by big cocks.

Holding the camera, Amy's mom reached her hand out to the girl's face and made her start sucking on her fingers like a cock as she orgasmed.

Then, on screen, the man rolled the redhead over and started fucking her from behind. Amy's mom walked over behind him to zoom in on the cock going in and out of her friend, and started spanking her with the rhythm of the sex.

The redhead started squealing again, "Fuck me, fuck me! Use me, you two, use me!"

I was getting so into the video that I suddenly realized with surprise that I was getting close to coming. Sarah sensed it and started rubbing by large balls as well as she could with her left hand while she stroked vigorously with the right.

"You want to come for me?" she purred.

"Oh yeah, I'm going to shower you with sperm, baby."

Sarah started moaning like she was getting close to an orgasm, too.

She muttered, "It's just like my fantasy. Cover me in cum."

The man on the screen was in the same place I was, and suddenly started spurting his load all over the redhead's face as Amy's mom, holding the camera, simultaneously zoomed in and started cheering.

Seeing that orgasm, my balls tightened and I was ready, too.

I let her keep stroking me to finish the job, but I shifted my position a little so my cock was pointing straight at Sarah.

I said what always seems to pop out right before my orgasm: "get ready, bitch."

A large burst of semen suddenly erupted from my cock and hit her in the forehead, followed by shot after shot into her hair, on her cheeks, and over her closed lips.

"Fuck yes!" I shouted as I felt the satisfying release of my balls emptying.

As it subsided, my last couple of shots went onto her large breasts. She reclined on the couch, covered in sperm.

"I guess I just marked your fiancée's territory," I said, and she laughed.

On the screen, the camera must have been handed to the man, because the focus was on Pam licking the sperm off of the redhead's face.

We watched the video for a few more minutes, and then I got up and turned it off, knowing that Amy would be coming back downstairs at some point. I unlocked and opened the door to the main bar, too.

Sarah was lying on the couch, spread eagle and playing with her pussy. I walked up and put my dick in front of her face. She reached out and grabbed it with her free hand as she fingered herself with the other.

"How long before you're hard again?" she asked in a broken whimper, as her fingers plunged in and out of her hole.

"Not long, if you talk dirty to me."

She closed her eyes and gave my tool a squeeze. It had only been a few minutes, but I could already feel that my dick was ready to stiffen again.

As she banged herself, Sarah started to say, "Your big dick is so beautiful, it's is all I've thought about since we met. Sucking you... fucking you... letting you come all over me. I'm obsessed with it. It's so powerful; I know you could turn any girl in the world into your cockslut with it, and I know you're going to turn me into one."

She was bringing herself to orgasm as she talked and massaged the life back into my member, and her speech was steadily getting breathier.

"Amy says it's amazing—I can't wait to feel you pounding into my pussy, and I can't wait to watch you fuck Amy's little body. I know I shouldn't say this, but it makes me wish I wasn't engaged, because I know that Troy [her fiancée] could never do what you're going to do to me."

She had to stop to moan a couple of times, and then tried to keep talking:

"I've never been fucked by a stud before, and I want you to fucking pound me. Rip my pussy apart with this monster."

After a few minutes of watching the girl bang herself and listening to her talk, I was rock hard again in her hand.

"I need your dick right now," she cooed. "Please fuck me, please fuck me, please fuck me," Sarah started moaning as she continued to bang herself.

"All right," I said, "I'm going to fuck you until you beg me to stop." As I said it, I slid my erection into her mouth, and she started sucking on it greedily. "I hope you're ready for the best dick of your life."

My cock popped out of her mouth, and I moved between her spread legs on the couch. I rubbed my cockhead against her waiting pussy, and she started to have an orgasm from the sensation.

I moved my shaft so just a little bit was inside of her, and Sarah went over the top. She wrapped her big legs around me, and pulled my shaft into her vagina like a tractor beam.




The List Ch. 10



"Oh my God, it's huge!" she shouted as I started rocking back and forth. Her cunt was deep, and I was able to slide in easier that I'd been able to with most girls.

Our bodies slapped back and forth, and her orgasm seemed to pass, but another one was right behind it.

"Keep fucking me! I've never come like this before! Fuck me! Fuck me! You're crushing me with your cock!"

I pounded into her as untold minutes and countless orgasms passed. I was slamming into her body for a long time before Amy made her way back down the stairs.

She walked into the room and took in the sight:

The cock she craved that hung on the man she adored was driving deeply into her brother's fiancée. This larger woman, normally shy, was begging for cock at the top of her lungs. She still had her garters and high heels on. Her large breasts slapped around her body, and her face was covered in semen.

Amy seemed to zero in on this, and, approaching Sarah, began to lick the cum off of her body.

As she erupted in yet another orgasm, and as Amy licked the sperm from her face, Sarah managed to give me a knowing look; we'd seen Amy's mother do the same thing on video just a little bit ago.

"Keep drilling my hole! You're incredible! I didn't know anybody could fuck like this!"

Amy lapped up as much sperm as she could find, even out of the other girl's hair. Then she started to play with Sarah's large breasts, which just seemed to add fuel to the fire of the girl who could already not contain herself.

"I think you're killing me with your cock!" Sarah screamed.

Amy then reached down between Sarah's legs and put two of her fingers on the base of my shaft. I guess that she wanted to feel a cock driving in and out of another woman.

As Sarah continued to climax, Amy slid out of her panties, climbed on top of Sarah so that they were face-to-face, and started to make love to her as I fucked her.

Amy's pussy was right in front of me now, and she was already soaking wet. I put two fingers inside of her and started rocking Amy back and forth at the same speed as her future sister.

I spanked one girl's ass, then the other's.

The girls started to orgasm together. They were both loud but Sarah, full of cock, had lost all control.

She started shrieking, "Fuck my pussy! Fuck my pussy! I know what a real man is now!"

I was about ready to release my seed again. "I'm going to come again!" I announced.

"Come in me this time!" Sarah begged, as Amy continued trying to kiss her. "Fill me with cum!"

I banged Amy harder and harder with my fingers as I felt my cock tense up. She squealed and moaned, "Bang me!" as she lay on top of the other girl. The three of us were coming together.

I knew that it was time and practically stabbed Sarah with my cock as the first burst of cum shot deep inside of her womb.

"Oh my God!" Sarah squealed as she felt the big dick explode inside of her. Her legs wrapped around my waist as hard as she could.

Everybody was moaning and panting as we climaxed, and I continued to spray my jizz into Sarah.

After the orgasm, nobody said anything; we just laid there breathing, as if we'd just run a marathon.

Eventually, Amy and I stood up. Not Sarah. She seemed like she was still on another planet.

I walked back into the bar with the blonde and she poured us another shot, and Amy proposed a toast:

"To big cocks, and the girls they fuck!"

We laughed, then clinked the shot glasses together and slammed them.

After a second I reached out and started playing with her large, perfect breasts. You just can't be around nice, bare tits like that for so long without touching them.

We were soon making out, and it didn't take long for Amy to slide down onto her knees, in front of the bar and next to the pool table.

She wrapped both hands around my soft member and looked up to me with her big, blue eyes.

"Any chance your big boy here is going to get hard again?" While saying it she flicked her tongue against the tip of my limp cock.

"I'm not sure."

"Oh, come on, I know you still have some dick left for your little Blondie."

With that she started licking up and down my shaft.

"Ooh, Sarah tastes good!" she giggled.

Amy started sucking on the head of my dick as Sarah finally stumbled in from the adjourning room. She looked exhausted.

She grabbed the open bottle of tequila that Amy and I had just used, and took an urgent pull off of it. Then Sarah walked up next to me.

She whispered in my ear, "You're a real monster. I've always loved getting fucked, but I didn't know it could feel like THAT."

"Thanks, baby, you were great. I felt like I came inside of you forever."

"I felt like you did, too," she said, as her eyes sparkled. "Until my wedding day, you can have my body any time you want."

We kissed a few times. It was that type of post-sex kiss that's kind of innocent and romantic; almost meek.

Amy was still sucking on my cock. I felt it stir a little bit, but it still wasn't really hard.

"Maybe you should give her some help," I said to Sarah.

She kissed me again, then got on her knees next to her friend.

"Why don't you each suck on a ball?" I suggested.

The girls moved their faces so they were pressed up against each other and moved down to my nuts.

Sarah had a bigger mouth and was able to suck on a ball a lot easier than Amy, who struggled to get it in her mouth. My semi-hard dick slapped lazily between their faces.

I grabbed a hold of my shaft and started trying to jerk it alive while I watched the girls work. I could feel my member growing hard again.

Growing weary of trying to suck one of my giant nuts into her mouth, Amy moved back up to the head of my cock. Sarah followed her and, while I was stroking myself slowly, the two girls started to make out with each other, and with my cockhead.

My pole was almost totally rigid after a minute of the girls kissing it. "Suck my dick, Blondie," I encouraged.

She started doing her version of a deep throat right away; meaning that she took in as much as she could to fuck me with her mouth, but it was only a few inches.

She rocked back and forth for a few minutes, and then Sarah grabbed the back of her head and started shoving her down onto my shaft.

"Come on, slut, take some more!" Sarah taunted, as Amy started to make gagging sounds. It was the same thing she'd done to Megan; Sarah seemed to enjoy watching another girl gag on a cock.

"I bet you want that dick in your little pussy, don't you?" she added.

Amy could only try to nod as the cock was forced in and out of her throat.

While enjoying the head, I was rock hard again by this point and ready to fuck one more time.

I pulled my erection out of Amy's mouth and lifted her to the ground. I took Amy and bent her over the pool table.

I started rubbing my dick against her ass and she started grinding against me like she was in heat. I grabbed a hand full of her blonde hair.

"It's your turn, Blondie, but first I want you to tell Sarah how bad you need it."

She didn't hesitate. It was almost like she had a speech at the tip of her tongue.

"Sarah," Amy moaned, "I need to be fucked sooo bad by a big cock. It's all I can think about and sometimes I think it's all I'm made for. I need this stud to rip me apart with his log--"

She probably would have kept going, but I was really ready to fuck by this point and shoved it in her in one quick motion.

"Oh God!" the little blonde cooed.

I still had a handful of blonde hair and my other hand on her perfect hips. I started thrusting my giant cock in and out of the cheerleader. God, I loved fucking that girl.

"Oh, that's what I need!" she announced.

I was slowly fucking her faster and faster, and her breasts started rubbing against the felt of the pool table.

Sarah was just sitting there watching, like a spectator watching her favorite team play.

"Sarah, why don't you get me another beer?" I said as I humped her friend.

Sarah walked over with two cans of beer; one for me and one for her. She cracked one and handed it to me.

"What was your toast, Amy?" I said, my voice a little broken as I slammed her pussy. She was having an orgasm, and could only reply with a moan. "Oh yes. Sarah, here's to big cocks and the girls they fuck."

We toasted with our beers, and I took a long pull while I rocked Amy's body. I set my cold beer down on the top of her ass, which made her shiver, but she didn't complain.

"Fuck me! Pound my little cunt!" Amy shouted, still bent over a pool table. I loved hearing her talk like that in front of her friend.

I'd been doing her for a while at this point. Sarah reached from behind me and started rubbing my balls.

"Where are you going to come?" she asked.

"Why, do you want some more?"

"Oh, yeah."

Taking another swig of my beer and setting it aside, I adjusted positions with Amy. I picked her up off of the table and lifted her off of the ground. She wrapped her arms and legs around me and I started to fuck her again. Standing, I used the whole weight of my body to pull her little frame onto my dick and she instantly started shrieking.

"Tell Sarah you're my cock slut," I insisted to her.

"Sarah, I'm his cock slut!" Amy announced. "I love his fucking cock."

Her ass slapped loudly against my body, and she started to come even harder.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" she begged.

I could feel that I was ready to come one last time.

"Take that fucking dick, Blondie." Then I added, "Sarah, I'm about to fill your mouth up."

She eagerly knelt down in front of me, eye-level with my cock thrusting in and out of Amy.

I grabbed two handfuls of Amy's blonde hair now and started pulling her onto my erection with the frantic urgency of a man about to come.

"Oh fuck, you're so big! So fucking big!" she shouted.

"Here it comes!" I announced to the ladies. I lifted Amy with my arms so my dick popped out of her and I felt it slap lightly against Sarah's face. Within a second I was in her mouth and fucking it as hard as I could with Amy's body still wrapped around me.

I squeezed Amy's body tightly as I felt my balls release between Sarah's red lips. For it being my third load, it seemed like it was still a really big one. Sarah took several shots in the mouth, then pulled my dick out and it started spraying her face with it.

As soon as my orgasm subsided I laid Amy down on the pool table, then I went and collapsed on a bar stool to catch my breath. After three big orgasms I felt like I barely had the power to stand.

For a while I watched Sarah make love with Amy and share my cum. Sticky stands connected their faces as my Sarah fed Amy the load she'd collected in her mouth.

I have to be honest with you; my first threesome was a fun little diversion, but the whole time in the back of my mind I kept thinking about fucking the next girl on my list.

I was worried about it, actually. All of the other women on my list were in my life. Number six, though, I hadn't seen in a few years. I didn't even know if she still lived in the state.

The only thing I still knew about her for sure is that I was going to fuck her brains out.



The List Ch. 11



On the list of girls I made that I was determined to fuck, I thought that the sixth one might turn out to be the hardest. I didn't know anything of her whereabouts over the last five-ish years. The others were women in my life; easy to locate. I didn't even know what state Elizabeth, who went by Lexi, lived in. It was almost reason enough to leave her off my list of girls. I had to try, though. I still thought about her a lot-- the first girl I ever had a crush on.

In my graduating class, Amy was "the" girl; the beautiful head cheerleader, the most popular girl in school, and the one that all of the boys want to fuck. A few years before, that role was Lexi's.

She wasn't a cheerleader like Amy. Lexi was popular and smart; her class valedictorian, and somebody that had big plans for life.

She was a senior when I was in seventh grade, and she was the first girl that I ever looked at and was simply awestruck by. At that age, she seemed like a mature older woman, and every time she looked at me it was like I was hit by lightning.

Of course, she thought I was a nobody. Everybody did. She started a few conversations with me back then, probably out of pity, but I would look into her gigantic blue eyes and get nervous. Then I would divert my eyes, they would wind up drawn to her large chest, and I would lose the ability to even form syllables.

She was beautiful. I mean, like a model—or maybe more like an angel. She had blonde hair that was so light it was almost white and had light freckles sprinkled across her face.

When I put Lexi on my list, I didn't feel the same sort of bitterness that I did at first with Amy. With some of these girls I was almost getting revenge by hooking up with them. With Lexi, maybe because I hadn't seen her in so long, it felt more like making up for a missed opportunity. In place of the shy nerd that she knew, I felt like I was going to show her how great a man (read: stud) I'd become, and bask in her approval.

This was all academic for a while, since I still didn't know how to get in contact with this long-lost beauty. I placed some calls to Dartmouth, where she had been planning on going to college, but they didn't seem to have any information on her.

I found her parent's phone number in an old phone book, but it was disconnected. I tried 4-1-1 in a couple of the bigger cities in my area, and had no luck. Short on any leads, I felt like the dream was fading fast.

After hunting for weeks, and keeping busy by using Amy and Mindy as "booty calls", fate suddenly stepped in.

I was at my part-time job at a supermarket, mopping some aisles on a Saturday morning. I had the job for three reasons: to earn some spending money, because I could swipe beer pretty easily, and because I could look at the owner's Asian daughters to pass the time.

As I mopped, and like everyone always did, some lady with two screaming brats ignored the "wet floor" sign and pushed her cart through my mess.

I was obligated to say, "Careful, ma'am, wet floor." I tried to do it in a non-annoyed tone, but I was never very good at that part of the job.

"Nick?" the person said, surprised.

I looked up and saw what had been the girl of my dreams. I recognized her, but she had changed a lot.

"Wow, Lexi?" I stammered, not out of nervousness, but out of shock that she would suddenly appear. "You look... good."

The number one thing that stuck out in the memory I'd been carrying of this girl was her perfect hourglass figure. I'm not sure there's ever been a more feminine body. In high school she had ideally perky, medium-large breasts, thirty-six inch hips, and a waist in between those areas that a man could almost wrap his hands around. The first year I remember really liking girls, I spent it memorizing every perfect inch of her.

Imagine my disappointment when I saw her in my grocery store, in baggy sweat clothes, pushing around two noisy kids. She still had her trademark white-blonde hair, but she was wearing it in a shorter cut and half of it was put up in tiny curlers that she didn't bother taking out to go shopping. I don't know how it happened to her in just a few years, but the fantasy that I'd been having seemed to have passed both of us by.

She was only about twenty-three at that point, but she looked like the years had worn on her much deeper than that. Lexi looked like she was trying to pass for forty.

"Nick, how have you been?" she asked me as she shook my hand enthusiastically. She started talking to me like we were old friends.

I was still shocked at what had happened to my dream girl—how worn out she looked.

"Things are going good for me, Lexi."

"Oh yeah? Do you have a girlfriend?"

"I've got a couple of girls, but its okay because they know about each other."

She laughed.

"No, really," I added.

"Oh." She looked me over.

"Tell me about you, Lexi, how have you been?"

"Oh, I've been... fine," she started. "I married Kyle right out of high school, and he convinced me to stay in town instead of going away to college. We had these little miracles." She motioned to her kids.

She was trying to sound upbeat, but the veiled impression she gave was that she was disappointed in her life.

We made small talk for a few minutes and, well, it was kind of weird. She talked to me like we used to be best friends instead of two people that had never really talked. I think she was lonely.

I asked her where she worked.

"Oh, I stay at home with the kids; my husband doesn't make a ton of money, but he doesn't want a wife that works, either."

It was a surprising answer from a girl that had plans to conquer the world.

We chatted for another minute when she suddenly said in a low voice, "Nick, I think those girls are staring at us."

I looked over my shoulder, and saw two of my coworkers, the daughters of the owners, looking my way meekly and giggling to each other. I realized right away that they'd somehow heard about my oversized penis.

"Oh, that's nothing," I downplayed. "I think they just heard a rumor that's been going around about me."

"Nothing big, I hope?"

"Lexi, you have no idea."

She raised an eyebrow. "Well, what is it then?"

"Really, I can't tell. Not right now, anyway-- maybe some other time. You have your kids with you and, well, this is gossip for grownups."

Now her interest was really peaked. "Come on, whisper it to me."

"No, I really shouldn't."

"Okay," she said dejectedly. "Well, do you want to hang out sometime?"

I was shocked at the way she tossed out that offer. Why would she want to hang out? She's a married woman.

Part of me wanted to say, "No." I was disappointed at what had happened to her, and didn't really feel the desire to fuck her anymore. Even so, I found myself stammering:

"Uhm, sure."

"Great! That will be fun!"

We made plans to meet that weekend at a bowling ally to hang out. 

The whole situation was odd, though, and I didn't really want to do it. On top of Lexi having "let herself go", I was supposed to work that night and it became a huge issue to get the night off. My manager said that if I didn't work I was fired, but his wife, the co-owner, said I could have the evening free.

At any rate, I ended up late to the bowling ally that night, and was running up and down the lanes looking for Lexi.

The shock when I spotted her this time was even greater than when I saw her in the store.

I was amazed to find that Lexi did still have a perfect body; it had just been hidden under the baggy sweat clothes she was wearing in the store. The same was not true tonight. She had on a short, black, pleated miniskirt with black nylons and high heels. She also had on a tight pink t-shirt and a matching bow in her white-blonde hair. Her big bust, perfect hips, long legs, and almost comically slender waist were all accentuated.

It was like she had flipped a switch and, now, hadn't aged a day.

She was standing at the bowling counter trying to get shoes, and when she saw me, ran right up to hug me.

"Oh, Nick! I'm so glad to see you!" she squealed as her body innocently pressed against mine.

"I'm glad to see you, too."

"You don't understand-- this is going to be soooo fun! I haven't been out of the house in, like, years."

"Well you look great," I said as our brief embrace ended. She gasped at the compliment, like she hadn't heard one in ages.

"Thanks! This is the first time I've had a reason to dress up in a while. I feel so pretty, like a doll." As Lexi said it, she twirled her skirt a little, almost like a curtsey.

"I mean it. You look fan-tas-tic."

"Well, I felt like I had to get cleaned up for tonight after the way you saw me in the store—no makeup, kids' snot on my clothes. I'm afraid that's the way I look all the time these days."

"Well, not tonight."

"Not tonight!" she agreed, in a toast-like voice.

It became pretty evident during the introduction that she'd been drinking. She would explain later that she showed up drunk because she was so nervous about finally taking a night out of the house.

As I was still a minor at the time, she went and got a couple of beers for us. Then we started bowling a couple of frames.

"Fuck, let's have some fun! I'm ready to party!" I didn't know Lexi well enough to know if it had always been a part of her personality, but tonight she was swearing constantly.

We were bowling next to a couple of college guys, who were giving her a lot of eye contact, which she noticed. She found a couple of excuses to hike up her skirt or bend over knowing that their eyes, and mine, were on her.

It sounded like she didn't get much attention at home, so she was sort of "getting high" on the looks the men were giving her.

After a couple of beers and a couple of frames she sat down next to me and said, "Shit, Nick. We've got to do something bigger tonight. Let's get fucking wild!"

I agreed with her, but I didn't know what to say.

She said it a lowered voice, clearly drunk, "Hey, dare me to flash those guys."

"Huh?"

"Do you dare me to show those guys my tits?"

"Yes, I dare you."

"Hey, boys!" she shouted, and the frat-ish guys looked over.

She lifted her t-shirt and exposed her breasts to me and them. They instantly started cheering, and a few other passers-by also got an eyeful.

Her chest was great: large, slightly freckled, with lightly colored nipples. After a good ten seconds she put them back away, to the jeers of the college guys.

She leaned in and whispered, "Shit that was hot! Did you see the way those guys looked at me? I bet all of their dicks are hard now."

They started encouraging her to do it again and, after playing coy for a few minutes, exposed her tits to them a second time. The guys were loving it, and so was Lexi.

She put her "twins" back away and said to me again, "Look at their crotches; all of those guys are getting hard cocks because of me. I feel so fucking hot."

She paused for a moment, thoughtfully, and then added, "What about you, Nick? Do I make you hard?"

"I've always thought you were gorgeous, Lexi."

"That's not an answer, though. Did seeing my boobs make your dick hard?"

I smiled at her. "Do you remember when we were in the store the other day, and those Japanese girls were whispering about me?"

"Yeah," she said, confused.

With that I grabbed her hand and pulled it to my erection. It was only there for a split second.

Shocked, she pulled her hand back away. The college guys were still watching, and had a good laugh.

"What the fuck is that?" she asked, eyes bulging out of her head.

"What do you mean, 'what is that'? You asked if I was hard... I am."

"There's no way that's your dick, though! That's way too fucking big."

"You might have to make me prove it," I said with a grin.

She didn't know how to reply.

"You're the one who said you wanted to get crazy, Lexi. Just grab it and see if it's real. Your husband will never know."

I said the wrong thing just then, because she suddenly started thinking about her husband.

"Nick, I can't. I could never do something like that behind Kyle's back," she said.

She did, however, claim that she still wanted to get wild, and went and bought us a couple of shots.

I was very surprised when, only a few minutes later, she reached out and grabbed my now-soft shaft. It was like she had amnesia about the previous conversation. Maybe she'd just had way too much to drink.

At any rate, she moved her hand up and down my dick through my jeans and breathed heavily into my ear. I instantly started to grow hard again as the college guys watched.

"Jesus Christ, Nick, this is the biggest cock I've ever heard of. You're like a porn star."

The little blonde started kissing my neck in the middle of the bowling ally. I was finally getting somewhere with the first girl that I ever wanted to fuck.

"Is it bigger than Kyle's?" I asked.

I made the mistake of mentioning her husband again, and she pulled her hand back away.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't be doing this," she said, embarrassed. "I still want to hang out, but I can't touch you anymore."

She held true to her word for a while, too, much to the disappointment of the guys that were hoping for a show.

After another beer Lexi said, "You know what we should do? Let's get out of this shithole and go to a strip club. Let's get some fuckin' pussy in your face."

I quickly agreed, and probably telegraphed the fact that I'd never been to one before.

"Don't worry about getting in," she added. "I know a place that never cards if you show up with a girl. Or, at least they didn't when I was in high school."

We started to leave and Lexi flashed the college guys one more time, just for a second. She got the cheering that she was looking for.

I was driving as she gave me directions, and the place was pretty close by. It was a dirty building covered with pink neon; you could probably tell that it was a strip club from space. It was called the Pink Angel.

The cover was kind of expensive for a high school guy but, as promised, we got inside without any issues.

The main part of the club was a single large room with a catwalk stage at the north side running down to the middle of the room, and one, much smaller stage to the south, by the door. It smelled exactly like a place that's been full of sweat and cigar smoke for thirty years should.

We sat down and were brought a couple of expensive drinks, just as a new girl was taking the stage. Lexi sat closed to me as we watched her dance. It was a black girl with a skinny body, and we both cheered as she started wrapping herself around the pole.

During this first performance, the waitress came back over and whispered something in Lexi's ear.

After a moment of whispers, Lexi leaned over to me. "They just asked if I want to dance," she said with a slight laugh. "I guess it's some sort of amateur night or something."

"And?"

"Well, I told them I would if I don't have to take off my panties, and if they give us some free shots."

The last thing she probably needed was another drink, but it was going to be amazing to see her up on stage.

Pretty quickly, she disappeared with the waitress and I was left by myself to watch the strippers.

Some of the dancers were wondering around the floor offering lap dances. One girl in particular caught my eye and, maybe more to the point; I seemed to catch hers. Of course, I was a skinny teenager, so she probably just looked at me and saw a "mark".

As she moved in my direction, this woman looked at me with the same seductive, about-to-eat-a-canary look she probably shoots to every man, and I could feel a lump rise in my throat.

Before she did anything she leaned in and whispered her name to me. To be honest, I don't remember what it was anymore. I can still picture her as if I'd seen her yesterday, though.

I don't know what kind of "look" she was aiming for exactly. She had sort of a goth-punk style. She looked my age, so my first guess to why she was working here would have been that she'd run away from home. When she spoke to me, though, it was through a thick Eastern European accent, so it's more likely she was in the country illegally and this was her only way to make descent money.

The stripper had short, spiky, green hair and a couple of piercings in her face. There were a couple of tattoos on her body; the most notable being a snake that coiled around her thigh. She was wearing matching black leather panties and bra with metal studs.

She was short with slim body and average breasts for her frame. She also had slightly wider than normal hips and a very "muscled" stomach.

"You want lap dance? Two dollar." she asked in broken English.

I didn't say anything, I just handed her the money.

At the same time, a guy announced into the microphone, "Please welcome to the stage, Lexxxxxxi!"

She walked out to some rap song and didn't seem nervous at all. In fact, as she made her first pass with the pole, I started to suspect that Lexi wasn't totally inexperienced. She seemed to know her way around the stage pretty well.

Pretty quickly, she was down to her panties, her black nylons, and her high heels, and was going around the stage having dollar bills stuffed into her thong. One guy gave her a pretty big handful of money, and she let him play with her tits a little.

At the same time, I had my little punk rock girl rubbing her body against mine and kissing my neck. After a couple minutes of the treatment I felt like my dick was going to rip through my jeans.

I turned my attention back to Lexi and saw that she was making out with an old, fat guy from the stage, and his hands were all over her.

Pretty soon her song was over, though. After an extended applause, Lexi made her way back over to me. She'd put her skirt and bra back on, but not her shirt.

She whispered in my ear, "Holy Shit, I just made $300 from those guys, Nick! That's, like, a hundred dollars a minute!"

I still had the same stripper rubbing against my body. Lexi, flashing her earnings, said to her, "I want you to give him a private dance. I'm buying."

Since this was my first time in a strip club, I didn't know what was happening, but the girls led me to a small back room that was dark, covered with mirrors, and had one small couch.

Lexi and I sat down on the couch, and the stripper started gyrating in the middle of the room to the beat of the music coming through the wall.

She was soon totally nude except for her high heels and approached me. The girl started rubbing her ass against my crotch for a moment, then turned to climb into my lap. One she'd straddled me, she made it clear that I was allowed to touch her breasts back here, which I did. She started kissing me and, for the first time reached down to grab my erection.

Her eyes lit up and she said in her funny accent, "Holy shit!"

Lexi said to the second girl, "That's right, my boy here has a huge cock. I bet you want to see it bad."

Not responding, the stripper kept kissing me and rubbing her body against me as I played with her tits. Eventually her hands moved off of my erection to start undoing my pants.

She pulled them down so they were around my ankles, and then pulled my dick through the fly of my boxers.

"Is beautiful!" the stripper said, as she sank to her knees and started rubbing the shaft with both hands.

With a chuckle, Lexi told her, "You can suck it if you want, but I'm not paying extra."

Without much delay, the young girl put the end of my dick in her mouth and started bobbing her head up and down. I was really horny by this point and started bucking my hips to match the back of her throat.

I turned to look at Lexi, who seemed transfixed by the scene in front of her. When she left her house that night, she probably didn't plan on watching a stripper suck a big cock.




The List Ch. 11



The girl only blew me for a minute before she straddled my body again and looked me in the eyes.

"I'm not allowed have sex," she started as she used a hand to guide my dick towards her wet slit, "so cover my mouth if I moan. No one can hear."

With that she impaled herself on my long shaft and didn't move almost at all for the first minute. Instead of riding it, she was just enjoying the sensation of being so full.

Eventually, she started moving up and down on my cock with European-sounding moans growing louder and louder. I covered her mouth with my hand as she pistoned up and down my dick.

For the first few minutes I was laying back and letting her ride me, but as her cunt milked my cock I grew hornier. Eventually, I grabbed her little body and flipped her over so that she was laying on the couch next to Lexi, her legs spread wide as I slammed into her.

I looked into one of the large mirrors in the room, and it was a pretty impressive site: fucking the stripper while my female friend watched.

"I think this little slut loves it," Lexi said to me, smiling. My hand was still over the girl's mouth, so she couldn't make any kind of reply.

Then she said to me, "How is she, Nick? Does it feel good tearing that pussy apart?"

"She's great," I groaned, as I slammed into the stripper. "Have you ever seen a girl get fucked before?"

Lexi smiled at that, as if suddenly reliving a fond memory.

"To tell the truth, I was always a prude in high school. Kyle's the only guy I've ever slept with. Between us, my older sister was the slut. She's two years older than me. We shared a room, and she'd sneak in guys. I'd pretend to be sleeping, but I'd watch her make love and get so turned on."

"Then is this turning you on?" I asked as I grabbed a handful of the stripper's green hair and started fucking her harder. In turn, she started screaming into my hand.

"I'm really turned on right now," Lexi said. "Watching you pound this chick with your big dick is awesome.

"One time my sister brought home a black guy with a big cock, and he covered her face with a pillow while he fucked her to keep her quiet. I always thought that was so hot, and I always wondered what it felt like."

I hadn't touched her up to this point, and I reached out to start playing with Lexi's breasts, which she didn't resist. My hand slipped under her bra easily. I finally had my hands on the body I'd been thinking about for years.

We kissed a few times, but I could feel my orgasm coming and turned my attention back to the stripper I was drilling.

I pressed the weight of my body more onto her and started pounding her as hard as I could. Involuntarily, she started biting the hand that covered her mouth as she screamed out another orgasm.

"Take my fucking cock," I growled at her.

Lexi, wanting to get in on the dirty talk, said to the girl, "You probably love that big fucking dick, don't you?"

As she felt that I was starting to tense up, the stripper suddenly released her clamp on my hand and squealed, "Please don't come on me, I'll get in trouble. Come inside me."

Right away, though, Lexi said, "Fuck that. I want you to come all over this slut's face."

The girl protested in her broken English, "No, I'll fired!"

I felt my balls tighten and was ready for my orgasm. I pulled my dick out of the stripper's cunt, and started spraying her down with cum. Spurt after spurt went onto her face and into her hair. Eventually she covered her face with her hands, and then I started jacking off on her tits instead.

"Holy shit, that's a lot of cum," Lexi said. "Nick, that is some serious porn star shit."

Once my orgasm had passed, I zipped up my pants and Lexi and I decided we should probably get out of the strip club. Laughing, we left the stripper, covered in cum and almost in tears. She was trying to clean herself up so she wouldn't get caught having sex, but she wasn't doing a very good job of it; especially in her hair.

We climbed into my car and I started to drive her home. Maybe presumptively, while we were driving I unzipped my pants and took my dick back out. Without much hesitation, the beautiful girl I was with reached over to stroke it up and down.

"You're so big, Nick, you're like a horse," she moaned into my ear.

Soon, Lexi's tongue was on the head of my cock, licking up and down like an ice cream cone.

As I drove, I said to her, "I've been daydreaming about getting your pretty face on my dick for years, Lexi."

"Well, it's time for your dream to come true," she said seductively, and then she swallowed my cockhead into her mouth. This was the second time I'd had a married woman suck my dick, and I've always been turned on by getting action from a woman who belongs to another man.

"Can you taste that stripper?"

Lexi just did the best nod that a girl can do with a dick down her throat.

"And does she taste good?"

I got the same nod as a reply.

I put my hand on the back of her blonde head and started having sex with her mouth while I drove her home. She gave amazing head, running her tongue over my shaft while it moved in and out of her mouth.

"That's right, babe, I bet you're loving the first time you've sucked a huge dick."

I screwed up for the third time that night and said something that made Lexi think of her husband. Before I knew it my dick was out of her mouth and she was almost crying over what she'd done.

"Nick, I'm sorry. I know this whole night I've been a cocktease, but I can't do this to my family," she said mournfully.

I tried to sound understanding, which wasn't terribly easy since she'd blown me almost to orgasm then stopped.

We didn't say that much for the rest of the car ride, and I soon dropped her off.

I guess I would just say that I was shocked beyond really comprehending it as I got back to my house. So far most of these girls I'd been chasing after gave there bodies to me without much of a fight. It seemed like Lexi, though, wasn't going to go through with it.

Dejected, and with a raging hard cock, I walked in my front door. My mom worked nights, but my aunt Sandy was there. She had her own place, but she stayed with us a lot of nights because of my mom's schedule.

When she saw the long look on my face, she rushed over to me and asked what the problem was.

I just said, "Oh, I think a girl doesn't like me." I mean, I couldn't tell her, "some chick I barely even know just watched me fuck a dirty stripper then wouldn't even finish her 'goodnight head'."

"Oh, sweetheart," she said as she pulled me in close. Her gigantic breasts crushed into my body, which just made my dick swell even further. She must have felt it pressed against her, because she didn't hold me for very long before she said she had to go to bed.

I went to bed that night with a huge erection that wouldn't go away. I think I'd already started becoming addicted to sex at this point. I could make a phone call and get pussy from several girls, and it was a shock to me to be shot down. It would really be fair to say my feelings were hurt, because I'd never been seriously turned down since I made my list.

I was in the supermarket the very next morning, still stewing over what had happened and sacking groceries, when I saw Lexi walk in to shop.

She was dressed up in a light summer dress and had her hair done up with a flower in it, and she didn't have any kids with her. Obviously, it was a lot different than how I'd seen her come in before.

Lexi darted in and out of my line of sight as she filled a cart with groceries, then came to my aisle to check out. One of the teenage Japanese girls that I work with started scanning her items and making small talk.

As she paid with a check Lexi said, "Kiko," using the name off the girl's nametag, "did you know that Nick here has the biggest dick I've ever seen in my life?"

The woman in line behind Lexi was a bit shocked.

Kiko blushed deeply and didn't say anything, but she nodded like she'd heard about me. I suspected this was true, because the women I work with had been treating me a little differently. Kiko, here, used to be chatty with me; now she almost acted like she was scared of me.

I was kind of embarrassed myself, with these women staring at me.

"Are you going to carry my bags to my car?" Lexi asked.

"Yes, ma'am."

I grabbed them and made the short walk out to her station wagon. She opened the rear hatch and said, "put them in here."

As she said it, she climbed into the back of the vehicle herself.

As I set down her groceries, Lexi lied down in back and hiked her dress up over her hips, exposing her bare pussy to me.

"Nick, I changed my mind," she said. "I went home and had more disappointing sex with my husband last night. I want to feel what that girl felt last night. I want your big dick inside of me."

My monster started growing instantly at the site of this beautiful girl, spread-eagle in the back of her station wagon. I tried to apply some common sense to the situation, though.

"I would love to, but there are people all over the place. We'll get caught. I'll probably get fired."

"What are you, Nick, a fag? I want you to take out your big dick and shove it in me. A real man would never turn down a nice pussy like this. Don't be a homo."

Politically incorrect, sure, but her taunts served the intended purpose, and I found myself unzipping in the middle of a crowed supermarket parking lot.

Her legs were practically hanging out the back of her station wagon and I was standing behind the vehicle, ducked under the open hatch, with her vagina right at the height of my crotch in the automobile's bed.

I took my dick and started slapping it against her pussy.

"Fine, you little bitch, I'm going to fuck the shit out of you."

I started rubbing my cockhead just inside of her pussy lips and her whole body tensed up.

I leaned into the vehicle and put the weight of my body on her ad I eased my erection into her slit. Lexi gasped and dug her fingernails into my back.

I started moving back and forth and said in a commanding voice, "I'm going to fuck your little cunt like Kyle never could."

That time I'd mentioned her husband on purpose, as if I was daring her to stop, knowing she couldn't.

She just wrapped her legs around me tightly and moaned, "Good, fuck me, you bastard! Pound me harder!"

I started slamming into her body as hard as I could and she started squealing, "Yes! Yes! Yes!" over and over again.

Wanting access to her tits, I reached forward and ripped the strap off of Lexi's sundress. With one tug, I'd ripped the flimsy dress halfway off of her body.

"You like that, Lexi?" I asked as I drilled into her. "You like being one of my little sluts?"

"Oh, yeah," she answered as she milked my dick with her body. "If I knew in high school you had a donkey dick I would have let you fuck me every day!"

I laughed and said, "And then your sister would have seen you get fucked by a stud instead of the other way around."

This idea seemed to push her over the edge and she started squealing a high-pitched orgasm.

"Oh my God, Nick, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" she encouraged.

I looked around the parking lot. We hadn't attracted an audience yet, but I felt like I should get this over as quickly as possible. When I felt my orgasm approach after a few minutes, I didn't try to delay it.

Instead, I pulled out and started jerking off while I hovered over her.

"Are you going to come on me like you came on that stripper?"

I didn't answer, because a half-second later the answer would present itself. A large splash of seamen jetted from my cock and hit her right between the eyes. A second shot landed in her hair. After that, I turned my attention to her body and started "hosing down" her sundress with my jizz.

"Oh yeah, baby, cover me," she moaned, not yet thinking about the fact that in a few minutes she'd have to drive home like this.

After I'd emptied my dick I slid it back in my jeans.

Lexi smiled at me, cum on her face, and said in a giggle, "So I guess you're not a fag."

"You were great," I said to her in a sort of non-reply, "but I've really got to get back inside before I get in trouble."

"I can sneak out of the house easiest on Tuesday nights," she told me, "and I need to get that cock again."

"I'll try to squeeze you in," I said in an incredibly cocky manner and strolled off, enjoying the idea of her driving home in a tattered, cum-soaked sundress.

After all, I really did have to get back into the grocery store. The seventh girl that I wanted to try to fuck was right inside.